#hanemiya kazutora drabbles

[rinsoap]

no thoughts, just alt bfs <33 he lets you dye his hair every other month, looking forward to sitting on the tiled bathroom floor between your legs while you perch on the rim of the bathtub, painting over his overgrown buzzcut. he likes to give your knees little kisses as his foot taps to some system of a down song you hum along to.

he'll happily accept your offer to do his makeup after you finish yours. you drag pencil eyeliner across his lids and corners of his eyes, smearing it in lazily until it's grey to add an even more tired appearance to his face. you finish off his quick look with a kiss to his cheekbone that leaves a dark lipstick print where your lips were.

before he goes out, he always makes sure to be wearing a piece of jewelry you've gifted him; chrome rings, matching red pendants, a little sword earring. he loves being asked where he got his jewelry because then he gets to mention you! "oh this? my beautiful girlfriend got them for me, thank you for asking."

he does not take his playlists seriously at all. he just shuffles his liked songs and calls it a day. he's got one playlist though, and its dedicated to makeouts with you. and he takes that very seriously. he loves pulling you on top of him from laying beside him. he likes to have you on top of him, thighs squeezing against his hips as you straddle him. you lean down to press your lips on his, holding his face with both hands gently while the playlist blasts over the sounds of your kisses. it always starts out gentle, polite even, but as soon as the playlists shuffles to she wants revenge, all niceties are thrown out the window. he pulls you close, and you follow his movement. your hands keep switching from his face, to his neck, to his chest, not knowing where to touch, but knowing you want to touch him. he mimicks similar movements, needing as much of you as he can get. he squeezes the flesh of your hips and lets his hands roam over your body, up his shirt you’re wearing to rub the skin of your waist and back. you need each other, and that's all you know.

SUNA RINTARO. miya osamu. KOZUME KENMA!!!! semi eita. tsukishima kei. kunimi akira.

MITSUYA TAKASHI!!!!!! ken ryuguji. hakkai shiba. BAJI KEISUKE. kazutora hanemiya.

[goldengirliez]

11:34 pm

The dim lights of the room have a warm honey colour, completely in contrast with the flashing ones that come from the TV screen of the living room.

The softness of the cosy blankets you are wrapped in makes contact with your skin and it almost feels ticklish: they smell like the fresh musk of your fabric softener.

The night is cold and dark outside but that doesn't bother you much while you wait for your parents to come home from their anniversary dinner: it doesn't bother you at all since the feeling of peacefulness is way stronger.

You lying on your sofa with Mikey in front of you, being hugged by your cold arms as the movie Ratatouille (much to his request) plays in the background.

He has been keeping you company since your parents stepped out from the main door.

Your family loves him, just like you do.

He's often there to make sure you're not feeling alone or unsafe, he always has your back whenever nights get so cold that you can't sleep alone, and he's always ready to share a bit of his time with you every day so you can have someone to talk to.

He's an angel. An exhausted one though.

There are times when his battery runs out and he feels lost, tired and empty.

You can sense from a mile away his relapses and you know how to make him feel all better: after all, you're the one who knows him the most and he trusts you with his life and beyond.

Your mother cooked for you two his favourite meal: her immaculate lasagna and handmade dorayaki for dessert.

You spent the evening talking about everything that was on your mind, laughing, gossiping and even getting into deeper conversations, getting him out of his dark state of mind.

A few tears and loads of hugs were everything he needed to get his thoughts out of his system.

Having you wrapping your arms around him, laying there on the couch and putting on his comfort movie made his mind at ease. You always bring his mind at ease. You are enough for him, you're everything he needs to feel alright.

You can sense it by the way his body slumps into the cushions as you massage his scalp, pressing your pads on the sensitive skin and combing his golden locks. As your other hand rests on his waist, you can feel his warm, dry and coloured hand tangle with yours: his rougher skin caressing yours as a silent "stay".

His eyes almost roll into his skull, he melts whenever you show him affection, just for him. The soft scratch on his head, the perfume of your blankets and the consistency of your soft hands are all he can think about and all the worries of his troubled past and uncertain future flow away.

He could almost fall asleep but the familiar sound of your parents' car, your mother's laugh that echoes from behind the door as your father unlocks it for her is enough to bring his senses back down on earth, gently this time.

The love they share in their eyes is clear and visible.

Mikey squeezes your hand tighter from under the blanket, his heart beating faster even so slightly, just enough for you to sense it from the pulse on his wrist: he turns his head towards you slowly and his onyx eyes lock with yours in an unbreakable morse.

He smiles fondly, a rare sight he reserves just for you.

"Whatever our future might be, I hope we will look at each other just like they do".

Deeply and surely in love.

Could you have guessed that I'm a Manjiro's brainrot (again)?? Cuz I surely did-

I got inspired by this post by @kisakis-boyfriend!

I hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

©GOLDENGIRLIEZ do not repost or modify on any platform.

[paroslineage]

THINGS I THINK THE :

MAFIA!TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WILL DO FOR YOU.

TW : Gore, Description of Torture, Killing, and Reader death, female reader, Mafia themes, gun violence, shooting, blood.

All boys are aged up don't come at me.

All characters except reader belong to Ken Wakui i do not own them.

Don't steal my idea or I'll hunt you down :D.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Context:

Y/N L/N the wife of the most dangerous Mafioso in the of Tokyo having an undettering face of cold ruthlessness and having a uninterested facade is only sweet for his lovely darling YOU.

But...

What happens if the mafia organizations having grudge on your husband go after the unsuspecting sweet little bunny of the dangerous mob boss.

YOU.

Scenario:

"My sweet darling! I'm home and I brought your favorite choco chip pastry from the bakery!"

"Why is it dark honey?" He chuckles

He turns on the light and what he sees makes his blood run horribly cold.

The entire mansion was ransacked.

The table broken, cabinets upturned and His darling's favourite flower vase shattered.

He drops the box and runs frantically up the stairs pulling out his gun for the the holster to the both of your shared grand bedroom.

He breaks down the door and what he sees makes him turn unhinged.

His darling... Laying on the center of the bed fully bled out.

Five holes on the chest, three in the temple and four in the stomach and two in your abdomen.

But your eyes were stuck open, the life in them drained a long time ago.

He walks over to you, eerily silent kneels on the bed his eyes trembling and hands fiercely cradling you to his chest and he buried your cold little face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry for being late my dove, forgive this asshole."

"I'll take revenge for you my dove just you see."

"I'll murder those son of bitches and feed their bones to the wolves I swear on your life darling."

He kisses your forehead looking into the empty void of your eyes and closes them by his hand his tears running down his anguished face.

His eyes frantically and disturbingly wide not even once blinking looking into your dead ones...

As he caressed your hair on tenderly kissing you on the forehead right where the bullet mark was present...

God did his heart hurt.

His lips trembled as he spoke but not the words..

They were spoken loudly and fully finalized...

TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WHO :

♡ Would be the one to hunt down your murderer

And brutally and ferally slaughter that bastard

That includes.

Gouging their eyeballs, Their brains from their noses, waterboarding them till their last seconds of consciousness, Skinning them alive, flaying them, dipping them in acid.

And lastly shooting them exactly the number of times and the precise location that monster shot you.

Which totals to 14 times.

And then fed them to the wolves of and burning the bones.

"Revenge taken my little dove... Just as I promised."

He whispered quietly to no one as he smoked a cigarette and looked up at the night sky full of stars shining brightly than usual.

With tears dripping endlessly down his emotionless visage.

"I see you looking after and smiling at me darling keep doing that."

He exhaled his smoke through his nose smiling painfully.

"Because soon I'll be joining you up there my love..."

Characters : HANMA , KISAKI , Izana, Kakucho, Ran, KAZUTORA, Rindou, Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, SANZU SANZU SANZU.

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN THEY WANT TO BREAK-UP TO PROTECT YOU

CHARACTER(S): Kazutora . Hanma . Baji WARNING/S: angst? A/N: Please don't be surprised if the writing seems different as it goes on, I wrote each one when i'm in different moods.

Kazutora

Kazutora watches with gritted teeth as the nurse patches you up after being rushed to the hospital. It was nothing serious just some cuts and bruises, but Kazutora can't be relieved, imagining the worse that could happen if didn't arrive in time.

He thought long and hard about it, being with him had made you a target for others. and if separating from you means your safety then he was willing to do it.

but you were having none of it, all it took was to see the dreaded expression on his face to know what was running on his head. after thanking the nurse, you sternly gave him your piece of mind.

"whatever it is that's running on your head, quit it" his eyes previously downcasted and staring at the floor, flickering towards you, "I haven't said anything yet"

"It's written all over your face" you sigh, watching his eyes drift away from yours. Kazutora felt incredibly guilty that he can't bear to look at your eyes.

he had done a lot of bad things in his life, maybe this was his punishment, maybe this was his karma, if it is, he doesn't want you getting the same burden, and maybe he was right.

"Maybe it's for the better that we - "

"No" you quickly cut him off, reaching over to hold his hand, which was incredibly warm, "Listen to me, This is not your fault alright? so don't go having any thought in that pretty head of yours"

Kazutora simply stared back at you, content with your hold on his hand. wondering that maybe he wasn't so bad in his previous life to be rewarded as precious as you.

he was brought back when he felt you squeeze his hand, "are we clear?"

"…yeah" he mumbled, gently leaning towards you and nuzzling his head on your shoulder, this time he'll protect you properly.

Hanma

Hanma knows nothing good comes out of being associated with him. but he was being greedy wanting to have you in his life, he thought he can protect you but how wrong he was.

and for the first time in his life, he didn't want to be selfish, for your sake and his peace of mind.

"so that's it, see you around" he casually bid goodbye, hands stuffed in his pocket, after explaining to you he's breaking up with you 'just because he felt like it'. if it was a normal day it would have hurt you, but you knew him too damn much to know he felt guilty for what happened.

"wait a damn fucking minute" you called after him but Hanma pretended not to hear you and continued walking out of your hospital room. but you were quick to your feet, getting out the bed and dragging the bag of IV with you to catch up with him.

"you can't just come here, say what you want and leave" Hanma momentarily stops in his tracks, an internal turmoil inside his head, a slight worry in his eyes seeing you get out of bed. but if his gonna do it, he has to stay strong, as he continued his way out, "I have nothing left to say"

"Well, I do and you better fucking listen" you voice out loudly than intended, making Hanma sigh as he stops in his tracks once again to give you another piece of his mind and say words he didn't mean but will hurt you so bad that you'll probably stay away from him for good.

"you're serious-"

however, all those words got eaten and forgotten as you came tackling him, arms tightly wrapped around him, and head buried on his chest.

"Don't leave me…please" you coaxed, voice calm and gentle but Hanma can feel the tremors coming from your body. if it was fear of him leaving or fear of the accident. he doesn't care, all he knew was you needed him and that someone has to pay.

"you're a pain in the ass"

As his reasons crumble the bastards who did this to you can enjoy the last hours of their life. meanwhile, he wanted to be a little bit more selfish, as long as you want him, he'll stay with you.

Baji

When Baji came to see you with bruises and some remnants of blood, you immediately knew what had transpired before him seeing you in the hospital.

Baji just can't seat around, he just had to let out his contained rage upon seeing you all bloodied and bruised because of him. and amid the chaos of exchanging fists, he had a thought. his life had always been full of danger and will probably be more dangerous as the Tokyo Manji Gag expands.

he was sure enemies would come swarming towards him and normally that would have thrilled him. but after some careful thought, he wasn't alone anymore, the more enemies he made the more dangerous it become for you and he can only think of one thing to do.

"we should break up"

he coldly said, quick and direct he thought, hands on his side, a glare in his eyes as he stared at you. if there's one thing Baji was good at, it was his acting skills. and if you were anyone else, you would have believed him, luckily, you weren't just anyone.

"I don't understand? why?" you calmly replied, but your eyebrows were furrowed. while Baji remained a certain distance from you. it should be easy he thought, just like he practiced on his head countless times.

"I don't like you anymore"

words he thought would be enough to drive you away yet Baji swore you look calm than he thought you would be.

"then look me in the eyes and tell me you mean it" you sternly replied, and he did so with full confidence but as he searched your eyes, desperately looking for anything that will let him repeat his words, all he found was your eyes fill with unconditional love, eyes that had seen his worse and beauty. nothing came out of his mouth, words stuck on his lips.

"dammit y/n! don't make this anymore harder than it is!"

"then stop it!" you burst out before calming yourself. "I know what I'm getting when I agreed to go out with you, I wouldn't even lie, it was scary, but this is not enough to the point that it will make me leave you, you're stuck with me until the end"

"Besides I have full confidence that you would save me every time"

a rush of warmth spread on Baji's chest, he should deny it, he should continue his act and walk away yet his feet moved towards you as if having a mind of their own. would it be selfish to continue wanting to be with you despite putting you in danger.?

[hash1ras]

kazutora headcanons ₊˚⊹♡

(not exactly canon but whatever i just love him sm)

♡ loves when you play with his hair, one night you braided it, and when he showed up to the toman meeting draken got upset bc he “was copying him” (lmfaooo)

♡ you always call him tora <333

♡ he’s a huge nerd, golden retriever gamer bf energy

♡ sharing music is his love language, will send you random songs throughout the day and make you endless playlists

♡ not big on PDA, doesn’t hold hands but will intertwine his pinky finger with yours while you’re walking or stand behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder while you’re reading manga in the bookstore

♡ drives like an old man, his seat is moved all the way up + always has both hands on the wheel, you never tease him about it though (its lowkey so cute)

♡ arcade dates!!!

♡ major sweet tooth his personal favorite is strawberry pocky, one day you showed up to surprise him with some and he started blushing so hard (baji immediately started making fun of him smh)

♡ always shares his airpods with you

♡ he doesn’t talk much, most of the time when it’s just the two of you he’ll ask about your day or show you new music/manga but you like the quiet moments with him, you can share a comfortable silence and you wouldn’t have it any other way

[aritsukemo]

Insecurity | Kazutora H.

Character: Kazutora Hanemiya

A/N: Baby needs a hug and I'm willing to give him one.

The moon shone brightly. It's luminescent rays shining down on the earth and slipping through the crack of the black curtains, creating a singular light that illuminates the bed in a similar fashion. Aside from this, the room is mostly shrouded in darkness, hiding the lush furniture in its shadows. Among this dimness, a phone shines brightly, it's reflection burning it's shape into sandy-colored eyes as a callous fingertip swipes endlessly at the screen..

"( Stage Name )'s outfit looked amazing tonight! 😍"

"Who's the dude with them?"

↳ "I think it's their partner."

"No wonder they've kept their love life a secret for so long. If my man looked like that, I would've too."

"He looks like something out of a horror movie fr fr."

"I'm sorry but I can't imagine her dating someone who looks like that. I really hope they aren't together. ( Stage Name ) deserves so much better. 😭"

Comment after comment flies past as they're read swiftly. Although a lot of tweets and comments focused on you and the outfit that you wore to the movie premiere the night prior, most were about the man that walked hand-in-hand beside you, nervously smiling at the abundance of cameras that were in his face that night—almost all comments made being negative.

"He looks like a drug dealer."

"Whoever made his outfit should be fired on the spot."

"Why did they let him outta the house lookin' like that? Did this to themselves tbh."

"He looks like he'd be the type to beat his wife every night when he comes home from work. Lowkey worried."

Despite this, he couldn't stop scrolling. Maybe it was the hope that he'd find a tweet that defended him or tweet that didn't comment on his tired eyes or vibrant hair or the fact that there was a faint stain on the corner of his shirt that was likely from the food that he hurriedly ate with you in the car that night just before you arrived.

"What's with the long face, 'tora?" He jumps. He hadn't even noticed you enter the room but as he peeled his eyes away from his phone screen, he wish he did sooner. There you stood before him, no makeup, hair wet and sticking to the corners of your face, an oversized shirt—his shirt specifically—clinging to your dampen skin and just barely highlighting your curves, and your legs bare for all to see. It was an intoxicating sight.

One that makes a part of him feel tremendous guilt and embarrassment the more he stares at you.

"It's nothing.." He mumbles out hastily after a while and to his dismay, you frown disapprovingly at him.

"You're lying. What's wrong?" You slide onto the bed and turn, his shirt riding up your thigh and revealing the shorts that hide beneath it as you scoot closer to him and attempt to peer at his screen. Kazutora notices just a tad too late and ends up shutting off his phone entirely. Unfortunately, you had already managed to catch a glimpse at a comment or two before the screen went black and it causes you to sigh.

"Pay them no mind. Everything they say is bullshit."

"Is that really true though?" This time, he's the one to sigh, "One comment--"

"They aren't true." And the tone of your voice alone manages to silence him immediately. The assertive, matter-of-fact tone left no room for talk back or any kind of verbal refutation and although he couldn't say it, his face spoke volumes of how much he disagreed with your statement.

"They hate me." He says after a while.

"Twitter hates everyone," You reply, "People on there would literally shit on the sky being blue if people'll listen."

'Yeah, but what they're saying about me isn't exactly wrong.." He stares down at his phone, almost cringing at the sight of his own reflection staring back at him, "I managed to embarrass you without even saying anything.."

"I don't think you embarrassed me." You retort immediately, "You looked great yesterday and said nothing that upset me."

"They think otherwise.." He mumbles dejectedly. He turns his phone back on but only has the chance to briefly read part of another tweet talking about his tattoo before you take his phone away from him.

"Who cares what they think?" You lightly toss his phone aside, "No matter what they say, it'll only be a shallow opinion at the end of the day. They know nothing about you, Kazutora, but I do. So please.."

Cupping his face, your eyes manage to find each other and lock despite the darkness that clouds your vision. You gaze at him. Hoping that the love you feel for him—and have felt for him for years now—would somehow make itself clear to him if you continued to stare. Alas, all you ended up doing was stare at him with scrunched brows for a little longer than necessary..

"..Believe me when I say this, 'Tora. You're beautiful both inside and out and I'm so incredibly happy that I can show you off to everyone and will continue to do so if you let me. I'm not ashamed at all about dating you and never will be. And do you know why? Because I'm hopelessly in love with you."

No more then a few moments pass before a tear finally slips and a small hiccup escapes him. Like a dam ready to burst, his body trembles and as you finally pull him up and your arms envelop him, he breaks down completely in your loving embrace. And you let him, smiling sadly as the love of your life crumbles before you.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest

[softxsuki]

hi there! i hope you're doing well, congrats on your recent milestone! 💓 if it's alright, may i request a song drabble with the outsider by lyn lapid + hanemiya kazutora (from tokyo rev) + fem!reader + romantic? maybe the genre could be reverse comfort and/or fluff because he feels kinda left out after getting out of juvie. thank you in advance, han. 🫶

1.5k Follower Event Song Drabble "The Outsider" With Kazutora (TR)

This event is now closed. You can view the masterlist here.

| Pairing: Kazutora x Fem!Reader| Genre: Angst to Fluff bit of Comfort | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 790 |

Warnings: insecurity (from Kazutora), feeling left out

Note: Once again apologizing for this being so late, I hope you're doing well and see this! I loved this concept of Kazutora feeling left out, and having Y/N comfort and reassure him! Enjoy <3

It had been weeks since he was finally released from juvie. Of course he had seen you on your frequent visits to see him when he was still locked up, but things felt different now that he was back in society. You were both older now, maybe you had changed your mind about him and were just sticking around out of obligation?

He felt completely out of place at the dinner you arranged with all his friends, wanting to give him the chance to catch up with everyone. It had been years since he sat at a table with all his friends, a lot of them looking much older than the last time he saw them.

He felt his heart sink when they all seemed so familiar with you as well; Mikey, Mitsuya, Draken, Chifuyu, and the other guys had taken care of you while Kazutora was locked away, making sure you were safe and happy.

You all were engaged in conversation, catching up and discussing events that had happened in the past few weeks when he wasn’t around. He couldn’t find an opportunity to jump in despite the many times you’d bring the conversation to him so he could speak, but he felt bad about joining in as the conversation among the group continued.

What really made him tick and lose his patience though was when Mikey reaches over the table to wipe the bit of ketchup off the side of your mouth with his thumb. Kazutora abruptly stands up and leaves the table, walking out of the restaurant completely.

That was his job…years ago when he wasn’t in prison, he’d even go as far as to kiss the mess off your face whenever you got some food on your nose or the side of your mouth. Has he been replaced? Were you only with him now because you felt bad? Hundreds of thoughts ran through his head as he paced outside the restaurant. Should he leave or go back in? What was he even doing out here?

Groaning, he mentally curses himself, until he feels a poke on his back, a familiar warm voice instantly calming him.

“You okay babe?” You ask slowly, getting his attention as he turns around to face you, sighing.

“I’m fine, I just…think I should leave. I’m clearly not needed here,” he grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he kicks imaginary rocks on the ground.

With a sigh, you take his hand, squeezing it softly.

“Is it because of what Mikey did?” You ask slowly, knowing the action must have bothered him. As soon as he stormed out, you had scolded Mikey for his actions, which he had only done to stir up trouble, as usual. He just needed to be devious, it was his way of trying to get Kazutora to go back to his usual self.

He grunts in response, hating the way Mikey had touched you so casually, what if he had been doing that the whole time he was locked up?

“Stop that,” you sigh, tugging on his hand to get him to look your way, “I pushed Mikey’s hand away as soon as I noticed what he was doing. You know you’re the only one for me.”

Still unsatisfied, Kazutora frowns, overthinking everything.

“Do you know how long I waited for this day? Anxiously awaiting your return so you could be with your friends again and so we could be together like this, like we used to, to hug you and kiss you whenever I want. You’re the one I want, the one I love, the only one I’ll ever be with so long as you still want that,”  you sigh, squeezing his hand reassuringly as you see a small smile appear on his lips.

“Really? You were waiting for me this whole time?” He finally asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze in return.

“Of course, what else would I be doing? Nothing was the same without you, so having you here just feels right…” you smile softly, swinging your hands together. “Now let's go back inside, I’ll make sure Mikey apologizes to you.”

Agreeing, he follows you inside the restaurant again, your fingers intertwined as he takes a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your chair reminding everyone you were already taken by him.

The rest of the evening goes a lot smoother, as he slowly opens up more, the guys directing more questions at him and pulling him into their conversations as they talk about their past together. And after many years you see his smile again, the lightheartedness he used to carry; in that moment it was back, and it was beautiful. You’d make sure to protect it for as long as you were together. 

Posted: 9/16/2024

[mushibashiraas]

interpret this however you want. bonten, canon timeline, kanto manji timeline, final timeline. kokonoi hajime, inui seishu, haitani rindou, imaushi wakasa. sano manjiro. shinichiro sano. hanemiya kazutora. baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu, hanma shuji. whomever, whichever. these are just a few of my own faves. (no queen shiba yuzuha tn, folks. maybe next time)

watch out for genderneutral pronouns. "cutting" (just clenching their fists too tight.) um cursing? but it's the tokyo rev. boys. u cannot tell me they didn't curse a lot. i tuink that is all though.... 🤍

dividers by @benkeibear their dividers are the goat 🖤🩶

。YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME.

one line.

one note.

that's all it took to trigger the memories flooding in. wave after wave: going to the movies as the summer evening chill tiptoes in. waking up ajs rising in the early hours of the early morning as footfalls on the creaky, old stairs rouse them from their deep slumber. playfights and the banter of a secret language between father and child as said older man wearily comes home from work. a heavy hand landing on the top of their head as goodnights are exchanged.

many more invade the mentally, emotionally tired mind sending them spiraling further and further—

“i can hear you pacing again. relax your shoulders and hands.”

the gentlest, lightest of touches on their shoulders reminds them they are not alone anymore. large, warm hands move to their hands flexing their fingers and massaging the nail marks out of their palms. their chest moves up and down at an alarming pace, deep breath after deep breath unknowingly matching his own breaths.

“that's it... slow your breathing down. in for four. hold... one, two, three, four... out for four. and again. in for four....”

a low, soft voice grounds them as the intrusive thoughts of finally giving up and accepting that they will never climb out of the darkness they are in and see their life be normal again.... nevermind. breathing exercises aren't working tonight—

“(name)! hey! look at me, (name)!”

the soft pads of his thumbs brush away stray tears drying on their cheeks, pooling in their eyes.

“you're getting over being sick, love. don't be so hard on yourself; give yourself a break, okay?”

“why do you stay with me? no matter how awful i can be or how long i've neglected myself. no matter how sick i can get and how much i worry you.... why do you stay? there are other people out there who certainly have more normal lives than me. i'm just dragging you down, keeping you from living your life the way you like— mPHh!” a hand over their mouth cuts them off from their negative rambling.

“what the hell are you saying?” a squeeze to their cheeks. “you're one of the coolest, strongest people i know. super stubborn too. and cute. and silly. and of course, only those with a good fashion sense are allowed to hang with us. and i'm not talking about your clothes or hairstyle — don't listen to ran. you... you know i'm not good with my words nor do i like watching, doing, no less even saying corny shit.” a sigh, almost like he's embarrassed or flustered which makes his next words more meaningful. “but when i'm talking about a good fashion sense, i mean a smile. and do not!” he places a finger over their open mouth, shushing them. “do. fcking. not. say your smile is ugly. ugly is that hairless cat at that petshop near musashi shrine.” he huffed and shyly grinned happy to see his precious partner choking out a laugh between their sobs. “nah, your smile is beautiful. it's all toothy and big and... er... well, expressive— hey, don't laugh!” contradictory to his words he chuckled and gave their cheek a playful pinch. “you know i'm shit at words, dumbass.”

“anyway, (name), i chose you. out of all the girls, guys, and nonbinary hoes in japan i.” peck. “chose.” peck. “you.” peck. “even before we started dating. remember how you were the one who knocked out on the train late at night on the roppongi line? ran called me on the way back from getting food. something about bringing home a guest for some reasok. not the most conventional way to meet someone. but he and i have been keeping an eye on you for a while.” leaning back to stretch, he rubbed the back of his neck finding it hard to keep eye contact. as he said he hates anything cheesy and isn't good with words sometimes if not all the time. but for them, he is so in love that he'd do anything to see his favorite smile again. “you know, you're not the only one who's been silently observing the one they love. i had no idea you were struggling so much with your illness. mikey may be called ‘invincible’ but you're just as strong. i remember always seeing you laughing or smiling at something. plus your episodes make life interesting. the haitanis like people who make their lives thrilling and exciting. and that's not a bad mindset for us delinquents to have. (name), you make my life fun. there is always something happening with you. you and your mom joke about getting into all these adventures. well, i want in. so let me join you, 'kay? and if you ever do or say something dickish, i'll call you out. only me and my gang can snap your head on straight. you're kinda stuck with me — with all of us. there ain't no getting away! love you, snoopy.”

“now,” standing up and stretching he smirked down seeing them blush as they stared at his defined stomach making a surprise visit when his shirt rose up. “i'm ordering us some take out. fuck the late hour. you're gonna eat food and drink water. knowing you when you get upset and spiral you forget to take your meds. go do that while i run a bath. you can use my soap just this once.”

“ah! and one last thing, (name): you lost someone close to you on top of getting sick. again, give yourself a break, dumbass. don't fall so deep that you forget you to rely on others. i'll drag you back up if you do, doll.”

ider mylayouts hahah been so long since i posted. but i am not dead, buddies! feeling sad though. so this is more for me. still, i hope you enjoy this and that it brings you comfort. 🤍 (i totally didn't post this at 5:30am without proofreading it. hahahah ....looks away....)

[cheesus-doodles]

Potions

TR Harry Potter AU with Muggle!Reader

Harry Potter AU Masterlist | Masterlist

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more of Muggle!Reader's adventures in Hogwarts - another soul freed from the drafts it's been two years... fly you fool, fly! feeling annoyed today because I got scammed by a art thief and now I have to initiate a Paypal dispute and claim tsk

"W-wait. You're cutting them wrong." Your hand came to a gentle rest atop his for a mere moment before you pulled away, though it was enough to stop him from bringing his knife down a second time. "You have to crush it first, then chop them into one inch sections." Even amidst the bubbling of liquids and the crackling of fire, Kazutora could hear your soft whisper loud and clear from where you were seated at the far end of the shared bench, floated along above the voices of students' discussions.

The unamused drawl of the Professor's monotonous voice cut through the heavy silence as he berated a pair of cowering students up front of some unknown mistake, with most of the others - unlike Mikey and Baji sat in the row in front - bowed over as if in silent prayer, hoping against hope that they do not draw his ire next. Sandy brown eyes lifted from his work as he scrapped the processed ingredient into a small bowl, turning his gaze on you as he passed it over. "Here."

"Thanks," you mumbled, careful not to touch his skin again when you accepted the small dish, adding it into the brewing, bubbling potion. "Could you...?" You made a small swishing motion, and it still took a moment before Kazutora realised what you were asking, hurriedly nodding before doing the final spell needed; Mikey did inform him earlier that you still weren't very proficient at any wandwork.

You were an absolute mystery to the blond and black-haired boy; not in the sense that he didn't know who you were. He had been in the same train carriage after all, when Mikey had discovered you and had immediately taken you under his wing despite the protests from the rest of his friends.

All of them were very clear on what the consequences could be if Hogwarts, let alone the Ministry of Magic, found out that they were harbouring a muggle. Yet, those unblinking eyes watching on as you worked quickly and with surprising confidence to bottle up the end result into tiny vials, you didn't even seem to blink an eye at finding out that magic was real, like what the six of them had expected. What you feared more than anything was being sent back to wherever it was you came from. Kazutora certainly knew that look of panic in your eyes well; he had seen the same in his own reflected in the mirror before.

"I'll go submit this now." Your small voice piped up as you gathered up the vials, stopping only to give a tug on Mikey's sleeve as if to reassure yourself - your blond friend sat just the row ahead alongside Baji - before making your way to the front of the classroom.

It was only yours and his second Potions class, but it was clear that you were well on your way to not only the top Potions student but also the sullen Professor's favourite, given the rare praise that slipped his lips on the color of the potions that you turned in for the both of you. You didn't like the attention that got you however, scurrying back to your seat as quickly as you could, making sure to give Kazutora all the space by squeezing yourself at the far end.

But he couldn't find it in himself to get even the slightest bit angry at you for all your cowardliness, not when you couldn't even meet his empty gaze. Not when you had gone out of your way to cook him a lunch box after the first class. "Thanks for your help again," was all you could bring yourself to whisper out, before returning to fiddling with your hands on your table, occasionally glancing up and in Mikey's direction.

Kazutora decided that he rather liked having you around.

Hesitatingly, the duo-color haired boy reached out to lightly tug at the sleeve of your uniform, and you seemed to almost jump out of your skin at the unexpected contact. "So, do you cook often?"

What a stupid question, the boy berated himself, but you didn't seem the slightest bit angry, your eyes instead lighting up with excitement at having something to talk about. You nodded. "Do you like to cook too?" You whispered back.

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One row ahead, both Baji and Mikey turned almost in unison at hearing quiet chatter rolling on, though Mikey couldn't deny the twitch of jealousy in his chest at hearing you get along fine with Kazutora of all people. Interesting.

[shawtuzi]

imagine kazutora being the biggest bitch boy for you like my mans is so obsessed with you bc you’re so pretty and kind to him he never ever wants to let you go. you were very special to him. you were the first girl he ever held hands with, bought flowers for, kissed, gave head to— and now the first (and only) girl he’s made love to.

“s’okay tora just go slow,” you gave him a warm smile brushing a stray piece of hair behind his ear. kazutora was a nervous wreck. not only were you his first he was also your first time too so in his mind the pressure was really on. of course you knew losing your virginity was not bound to be how it was in the movies but tora was determined to give you exactly that. he wanted to hold you close and coax you into multiple orgasms while you clawed at his back asking him to go faster, deeper—but the second he swiped his tip between your soaked folds he was an absolute goner.

“s-shit you’re so….so wet,” he whimpered tapping the tip against your clit. you whined at the contact bucking your hips up against his dick, “c’monnn kazu j-just put it in it’s okay,” you gave the mole below his eye a gentle kiss to ease any tension he was feeling. “o-okay m’putting it in now j-just let me know if i need to stop ‘kay?” he didn’t move a muscle until he saw you slowly nod your head then proceeded to push the tip of his dick in as gentle and slow as possible. “o-ohhhh my fuck y-y/n you’re so warm,” kazutora buried his face in your neck tears brimming his eyes because by god this was heaven. this is exactly what heaven felt like.

in one swift movement kazutora fully sheathed himself inside of you much to your surprise causing a high pitched squeal to escape your kiss swollen lips. “kazu wait-” you were cut off by tora smashing his lips against yours bringing one of his hands down to sloppily rub at your puffy clit, “you feel so good, you feel so good, you. feel. so. fucking. good.” you could hear the soft jingle of his bell earring with every thrust and it brought the the strangest comfort. kazutora lifted his face from your neck giving you a weak smile, “does it feel good? am i making you feel good y/n? p-please tell me i’m doin’ good,” you couldn’t utter a word let alone a full sentence but you tried your best muttering out a broken ‘yes s’good tora’.

before you or even kazutora knew it his hips were stuttering and he was cumming inside you. you tried to move your hips just a little but tora had your hips in an iron grip muttering a low, “d-don’t move m’still c-cumming,” and yes he indeed was. you felt yourself getting more and more full by the second it was almost becoming unbearable. kazutora sat up on his knees pulling out slightly and not even a second later copious amounts of his cum began to drip from your pussy, dripping onto your now ruined pink sheets. “kazu?” you whispered furrowing your brows at the look on his face. he looked almost feral—like a lion about to devour a helpless gazelle.

“look how pretty it looks,” he smiled using his middle and ring finger to push his cum back inside. his fingers brushed against a spongy spot that had you gasping and that immediately caught his attention, “y’like that? does that feel good?” his fingers began to move in a come hither motion. “y-yes it does,” you whimpered, your back arching up from the bed. kazutora nibbled on his lip thinking to himself for a moment before smiling once more. he was quick to put both his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them all the way to your chest. a glob of spit fell from his lips and onto your clit, slowly trickling down your pussy until it blended in with your wetness and his cum.

kazu slapped his tip against your clit once more until he felt your thighs begin to shake then slipped right back in, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sudden intrusion. “kazuuu d-don’t stop please please please—fuck! right there right there!” you squealed your eyes now rolling into the back of your head. you had no clue where kazutora learned how to do all this but you wouldn’t dare stop now to find out not when it felt like he was quite literally rearranging your guts. kazutora bent down to lick up the bead of sweat that was trailing down the side of your face humming in satisfaction, “t-this is called a m— fuck, m-mating press! i learned about it online d-does it feel good y/n? i learned about all this sex stuff j-just for you! all for you baby everything i’ll ever do is gonna be for you i love you i love you i love you,” the last three words were punctuated with every thrust and it was driving you quite insane.

with tora’s blunt tip hitting your special spot with every thrust and his oh so sweet words you felt as if you were on cloud nine! or maybe it was just the fact this position was causing a whole lotta blood to flow to your head but who really cares? you didn’t care about anything besides the man above you. “cumming i’m—i’m cumming,” you sounded completely fucked out and dazed which is exactly what kazutora wanted to hear. he brought one his hands to your chest yanking your bra down so he was able to tweak and pinch at your nipples, “go ahead and cum y/n, wanna see you cum so bad.” you mumbled something about feeling like you were gonna pee and that only encouraged tora to go faster and harder, bringing the hand that was once focused on your tits to your clit rubbing tight little circles.

“kazu i-i oh fuck!” kazutora’s dick managed to slip out from how wet you were but that didn’t stop him from rubbing ferociously at your clit, a small fountain of your cum soaking the sheets below you as well as your thighs. you looked absolutely adorable to kazu right now. your eyes were squeezed shut and your entire body was trembling. you suddenly felt your body being lifted up and next thing you knew you were on top of kazutora, the tip of his dick brushing against your sensitive clit with every slight movement you made. “i don’t know if i can go again tora….m’so tired,” you sighed burying your face in his neck, the mixed smell of his cologne and sweat making you drowsy.

kazutora chuckled pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and hummed in agreement, “i am too…hey is it okay if i just put it in and leave it? you’re so warm,” he whispered the last part so quietly to almost didn’t hear but you agreed of course grabbing his dick by the base and slowly pushing it inside you. tora’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss and he almost fell asleep but he just had to ask the question that’s been burning in his brain since you two finished. “did i—did i do okay? sorry i got a little rough i didn’t mean to hurt you if i did,” his voice was shaky anxious for your answer. you lifted your face from his neck swiping sweaty strands of hair from his forehead before speaking, “it kinda hurt like a lot at first but then it felt really good! you did amazing i wouldn’t change anything about it thank you kazu i love you.”

it wasn’t long until you fell asleep on kazutora’s chest, small snores leaving your parted lips. meanwhile kazutora was staring up at the ceiling his mind racing a mile a minute. in some twisted way in his head this meant you were bound to him forever. his girl forever. you were a drug he couldn’t quit—his own personal brand of heroine. you brought him to climax even without sex how could he ever possibly let you escape his grasp. the correct answer ladies is never—you’ll never be able to truly escape kazutora but i think you’re okay with that right?

[haihaihaitani]

He's Mine Now ~ *Kazutora Hanemiya*

Summary: You finally decided on what kind of pet you want. Unfortunately, Kazutora wants the same one. Can a compromise be reached before all hell breaks loose?

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Drabble

Word Count: 487

Warning: Swearing, Kazutora’s kind of an ass

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel​

“Alright, I’ve made my decision.”

Kazutora’s eyebrow perked up. “Oh? After all these month’s, you’ve finally made your choice?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “I finally know what kind of pet I’m going to get.”

“And that would be?”

“I’m getting a cat.”

“Ah.” He went back to organizing the inventory.

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean? Besides, I thought you would be more excited for me. You love cats.”

He stared at you. “It took you four months to decide on a cat?”

Leaning over the counter you tried to smack him, but he just scooted away. “Hey!  There are a lot of different kinds of cats out there. I have it narrowed down to one specific type.”

Kazutora didn’t answer you, causing you to pout. He groaned. “Fine. What type?”

“A black cat!”

“Wow. So original.”

“Kazutora!”

He held up his hands to keep you from trying to hit him again. “Alright! I’m sorry! So where are you going to get this black cat?”

“Well this is a pet store, isn’t it?” You giggled. “Besides, Chifuyu was telling me all about this cute black cat here-”

“Wait, are you talking about Inky?”

You frowned. “Well, I was going to call him Midnight.”

Kazutora rolled his eyes. “That’s such a stereotypical name for a black cat.”

“And Inky is any better?”

He paused before folding his arms over his chest. “Either way, you can’t adopt him.”

Your jaw dropped again. “And why not?!”

“Because he’s mine!”

“Did you adopt him?”

“I don’t have the money for that!”

“So he’s not yours!”

Kazutora’s glare turned deadly, but you were one to back down. “He’s mine.”

“No, he is not!”

“They’re right, he’s not. He’s theirs.” Chifuyu stated, a cat  carrier and manilla envelope in his hand. He smiled at you. “All the paperwork is in order and the microchip is activated. Midnight is all yours.”

As soon as you placed your hand on the handle, Kazutora slapped your hand away. However, his glare was fixated on Chifuyu. “How could you do this to Inky? To me!”

He frowned, unimpressed by his tantrum. “You don’t have the money to buy him and they did. They used that money to buy Midnight, and now he’s theirs. That’s how business works.”

“But he’s mine!”

Chifuyu groaned. “Oh my God, you’re so annoying. Besides, aren’t the two of you friends? It’s not like you’re never going to see him again.”

Within an instant, Kazutora’s attention was back on you, but he was no longer glaring. He grabbed your hand and exclaimed, “I need to be there for everything! Every milestone, every step, every cute thing that kitten does! I have to be there!”

“I don’t know-”

“Just say yes.” Chifuyu butted in. “He’s going to be insufferable otherwise.”

You sighed. “Fine. We can co-parent as long as you admit he’s 75% mine.”

“Fine! Whatever you  say! Now let me see the baby!”

[kumachii]

Currently obsessing over Kazutora with a crush who is the school's sweetheart and loves to help people around.

Them meeting while his crush offers him help with something so very simple, maybe sharing their lunch or providing their notes, with Kazutora's heart fluttering at every interaction.

They seem to bump into each other everywhere, only exchanging small nods of acknowledgement while each losing their mind over how good the other looks, without even trying.

A stray cat that his crush tends to every day near the back alley of their house leading Kazutora to them. They don't mention each other's red faces, just laughing at the coincidence and talking about favourite foods, places and hobbies for hours on end.

Just simple meetups barely suffice and Kazutora finds himself sharing his number on the second week. The first call comes late at night, while his back is resting against a wall, legs thrown over the edge of the roof of an abandoned mall.

It's the most fun Kazutora has had in a long while, especially with his trouble of interacting with others while not fighting. He finds himself thinking about them randomly throughout his day, anticipating their next chat, staring at that one item on the shop's display that reminds him of his crush.

It's more than a bit stupid, he knows. But he's also aware it's not just a infatuation. Not like the one that made his mother take his father's every blow, verbal or physical, because she thought "That's just his way of showing he cares." Until it came to the point where she snapped.

Never like that, he thought.

Honestly, Kazutora is scared. Without having had any example of what a good relationship is supposed to be like, he's basically going into this blind. But the thought of it being them, their ever-present smile and understanding eyes, somehow it makes his raging thought a lot more bearable.

Kazutora didn’t mean for them to find out about his gang life, not finding it in himself to be shunned again because that's a part of him he'd long accepted.

His crush finding out while walking in on him beating the guys from Moebius who recently joined Valhalla for that one incident with Pah's friend's girlfriend.

Not speaking for an entire week because his crush is appalled, rightfully so since they'd never have imagined a kind soul like Kazutora — who helps every person when asked, feeds strays religiously and gladly offers up the last lemon shortcake for the kid who waited in line behind him — to pick fights for fun and be associated with delinquents.

Kazutora thinks everything has gone down the drain. The steady stream of development shattered in a moment. He knows he should apologise, for keeping them in the dark, for forcing on them his selfish desire to keep them close. He doesn't know how to.

But his crush isn't one to back down without an explanation. They march in to his classroom where he bothers to show up for half a day, once a week, pulling him out with an excuse of 'emergency' to the teacher.

They remain silent on the rooftop where neither should be — they'd be in deep shit if anyone found out — but both are too distracted to care. Kazutora has his breath caught in his throat, heart about to leap out of his chest.

It takes one word, "why?" and the warmth of their much smaller hand engulfing his for the floodgates to give out. His body is shaking as Kazutora tells them everything, starting with the fact he had been in juvie — notedly leaving out the murder part of his sentence — and about his violent streak.

He thinks he is too messed up for a perfect person like them to give him a chance. Kazutora is waiting for them to inch away, give him a look crossed between disappointment and terror and leave. Because that's what everyone did.

But then he feels two arms wrap around him. They are barely able to circle his curled up frame but the tenacity of that embrace makes his heart ache, gut wrenching with anxiety.

The words spilling out don't make much sense but Kazutora finds himself repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again. What is he apologising for? A whole lot. For lying, for being a selfish douche. For putting them in harm way without bothering to keep them in the loop.

His attention zeroes in on deft fingers tracing the ink on the branching tendrils of his tattoo. Also something he'd hidden. They had undone the collar of his gakuran, giving him leeway to just take a moment to breathe.

"I don't know why you thought it was best to hide that in the first place, Kazutora, but, I'm sure you had your reasons. I don’t know a whole lot about your world and truth be told, I don't see the point of unnecessary violence. Just promise me that you won't hurt anyone who isn't involved in your business. And dummy, if I wanted to leave, I wouldn't have asked for an explanation, would I? Let's just... never lie to each other like that, okay?"

note: should i make this into like a story with an oc? 😳

[hash1ras]

★ toman members as chase atlantic songs

part 2 | kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu

full tr inspired playlist here <3

★ kazutora

★ mitsuya

★ chifuyu

[airbendertendou]

valhalla masterlist ♥︎

[including : kazutora, baji, hanma, and kisaki.]

hanemiya kazutora

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

sweet lies [poly relationship w mikey + baji] ♥︎ synopsis : you - well, you adore them all too much to let them go.

♥︎ insta au you're hanma's sibling, an unofficial member of valhalla | live action

reckless abandon! ♥︎ synopsis : you hate him. he hates you. that’s it — that’s all anyone knows. | live action

hanma the reaper shuji

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

he loves you for you, not your chest size ♥︎ synopsis : flat chested!reader is insecure abt their chest size ; non-sexual touches and reassurance

baji keisuke

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

sweet lies [poly relationship w kazutora + mikey] ♥︎ synopsis : you - well, you adore them all too much to let them go.

kisaki tetta

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

ribboned laces! ♥︎ synopsis : ballet had been a far along dream you’d never indulge in, never have the time to perfect. he brings that dream a little closer to you, day by day.

please be patient when asking for requests. airbendertendou © all rights reserved — these are all works of fiction written by me. do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

[sinisteryanderescribe]

~Too Naive~

:::DRABBLE:::

::: Female reader :::

::: Slightly suggestive / sfw / little angst :::

::: Kazutora Hanemiya :::

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As you cautiously approached the injured delinquent, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. He was notorious in the area, known for his violent outbursts and criminal behavior , a former Vahalla member. Upon reaching the male, you saw the pain etched on his face, with a variety of nasty bruises; deep cuts surrounding his emotionless face. However you felt a wave of guilt when the thought of leaving him there lingered your mind and knew you couldn't just leave him there. kneeling down beside him you tenderly began to patch up his wounds, carefully cleaning each one and applying bandages with a gentle touch.

Working on the man’s wounds, you couldn’t help but notice the way his sandy coloured eyes followed your every move, weary yet confused. Why were you helping him? Aren’t you afraid of him? Kazutora’s mind was clouded with questions but he stayed silent, gaze glued to your petite figure.

Finishing up you looked up at Kazutora and saw a sense of suspicion, confusion and…..vulnerability in his eyes. Scanning your face to your neck and down your body, searching for any particular weapon that could be used against him. He was nervous. It was then that you realised that this thug who had caused war and pain to others was not just a delinquent, no no, but a wounded soul in need of help. A weak, broken soul hidden and protected behind this facade of a monstrous tiger in fear of being taken advantage of. Giving him a small nod you packed up the med kit and offered him a hand up.

Eyeing it for a moment Kazutora took it his rough hand enveloping your smaller ones, taking note of how soft they are ; standing to his full height, towering over you. But instead of feeling intimidated, you felt a sense of calmness and safety, hands still attached to one another.

Placing a hand on his toned chest to keep him steady, and wrapping his arm around your waist , him thankfully complying, you pulled him along away from the alley. Giving him some support towards his bike.

As flustering as it was having this handsome man pressed against you ; feeling his built , lean body you felt relieved. There was this strange lingering connection towards the striped haired male that urged you to help him. You knew that he was not like the others, that he had a heart that was capable of good.

Reaching your destination, you were about to let go of him, but a sudden tug stopped you ; found yourself pinned between his bike and his body, hands trapping you from either side. A heavy blush spread across your cheeks as your panicked eyes looked up at him , hands against his chest pushing a little to create space.

Kazutora frowned down at you, face inches away from yours, lips almost touching. He watched your trembling form against his, lifting up his hand to grab your chin inspecting your delicate features before leaning down to your ear, lips brushing against them.

“ you really shouldn’t let down your guard like that. Anyone can take advantage of you.”

He let out a breathy chuckle.

“ with no weapons as well? You really are putting yourself into trouble. Next time you see me…don’t interact with me, your only putting yourself in danger. Okey sweetheart?”

Noting how he’s waiting for a response you shakily nod at him while looking away, wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into, cursing of how naive you were. Only thinking positive of a person you’ve just met, who could possibly be a potential threat.

“Good girl”, he said pecking your ear and neck before leaning away and letting you go. Quickly moving away from him you watched as he hoped on his bike, giving a small smirk your way before riding off, leaving you baffled and tense.

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[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

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