#i am looking respectfully at his shoes okay

[sodainto]

i just noticed he’s got these paw thingies on his shoes??

[kavehater]

AURGHH I KEEP FLASHBACKING TO THE AWKWARD SITUATION TODAY

[hypnopreppy]

Bad Boy to Prep

Deck leaned against the wall, puffing away on his cigarette with a nonchalant air as if the school and its rules were miles away. The morning air was crisp, but he was enveloped in a haze of smoke and indifference. Deck heard firm footsteps approaching, knowing immediately it was Mr. Thompson the school guidance counselor. Deck, barely glancing his way, sighed with annoyance, exhaling another plume of smoke.

“Declan, would you please put that out and come to my office?” Mr. Thompson asked.

Deck rolled his eyes, “It’s Deck. And yeah whatever I’ll swing by later.” He exhaled another puff.

Mr. Thompson made eye contact and stated firmly, “I meant now.”

Deck, for a split second, felt a tingle down his spine. He put out his cigarette and said “Lead the way, dude.”

Mr. Thompson motioned for Deck to sit in the seat across from his desk. Deck slumped down, not wanting to be here any longer than he needed to be. Mr. Thompson took his seat at his neatly organized desk. 

“Thank you for joining me Declan,” Mr. Thompson began.

“Not like I had a choice. And it’s Deck.” Deck said curtly.

“Right. ‘Deck.’” Mr. Thompson said hesitantly, “I wanted to talk to you about some things.”

Deck sighed, “Get on with it.”

“You need to stop smoking, Deck. It’s bad for your health. You also need to start dressing better and acting appropriately.” Mr. Thompson replied.

“Fuck that. This is who I am.” Deck said.

Mr. Thompson made direct eye contact with Deck, “Do not curse.”

With another slight shiver down his spine, Deck responded, “Okay.”

Deck felt weird. After Mr. Thompson told him not to curse, it’s like he suddenly was not able to. He couldn’t even think of a curse word. Deck brushed the weird feeling away and asked,

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

Mr. Thompson cracked a small smile. He made direct eye contact with Deck and said, “Start by using your real name. You are not ‘Deck’, you are Declan.”

“... I am Declan,” Declan mumbled. For a split second he could’ve sworn he got another weird feeling...

“You think you can do that Deck?” Mr. Thompson interrupted his thoughts.

“It's Declan, I don’t go by ‘Deck’. And do what?” Declan replied.

Smiling Mr. Thompson, made direct eye contact once again and said, “You need to change your clothes. You hate being unkempt and dirty.”

Before he could process the weird feeling, Declan stood up and looked down at his clothes with disgust.

“What am I wearing?” Declan exclaimed. “Dude, do you have a change of clothes? These are awful!”

Mr. Thompson, making eye contact with him said, “I do. You will wear them. They feel perfectly correct.”

Declan nodded and immediately grabbed the clothes. Not caring for Mr. Thompson’s presence, he immediately stripped to his underwear. He immediately began to put on the pastel polo shirt. He felt the comfort of the collar on his neck and thought, wow this feels great! 

Following the polo, he pulled up the khaki shorts and absent mindedly tucked his shirt in. Mr. Thompson also provided new shoes too, boat shoes that he quickly put on.

“These clothes are so much better. Uh, thanks man.” Declan said to Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Thompson looked into his eyes, “You speak respectfully and eloquently.”

Declan paused for a second and responded, “Thank you, sir. I greatly appreciate your generosity.”

“You’re welcome Declan. You are a changed man. Respectable for society.” Mr. Thompson continued looking into his eyes.

“Yeah… respectable…” Declan trailed off.

“Declan. You need a better haircut, one suitable for a preppy like yourself. Allow me to provide it.” Mr. Thompson continued.

Declan let the words register before saying, “Mr. Thompson, would you be so obliged to provide me with a haircut suitable for me?”

Mr. Thompson nodded and pulled out a set of clippers from his desk. He began to make quick work of “Deck’s” hair, crafting a preppy hairstyle for Declan.

Declan stood proudly, now sporting a preppy hairstyle. Mr. Thompson beamed at his work of art. Mr. Thompson enjoyed “guiding” students to become better versions of themselves.

“Declan,” Mr. Thompson made eye contact, “You have always been a good preppy boy. You are respectful and do no wrong. Off to class.”

Declan smiled, “Thank you, Mr. Thompson. Your words are truly meaningful. Have a good day!”

[romanarose]

Love and Friendship

Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel drives you and you friends home.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and getting drunk, brief mention of cheating and bad relationship not with reader or Joel, but her friend. Joel being respectful as hell.

Immersivity: Reader is fem and drinks

Written for the @swiftiscruff fic exchange! This is dedicated to every single one of the people in my RomanaVerse discourd server, in no particular order.

Lila, Angie, Kit, Kate, Katie, May, Tara, Winnie, Alicia, Del, Whitney, Dolli, Fen, Haru, Ivy, Mickyla, Pimo, Soup, Olive. Thank you to all you guys who have been supporting my work for years or few weeks. I love you all. If i somehow missed your name its just bc im silly i swear.

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“JOOOOOOOOOOOEL!!!!”

Joel had to pull the phone away from his head as you screamed over the thumping sounds of the club. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. While you were out with friends, he had spent the evening and into the warm summer night Sarah’s room putting in a built-in bookshelf. She was on a trip with his parents for a few weeks and wanted to surprise her when she got back. Sarah always wanted a built-in bookshelf. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry darl’n!” Joel ran down the stairs, shoving his feet into his shoes and grabbing his keys. “I lost track of time, I’ll be there in 10!”

Joel was supposed to pick you up at 1 AM from the bar. It was 1:53, and he wouldn’t get there until the bar closed. 

“It’s okay baby!” you didn’t sound peeved at all. “But could we maybe drop off my friends too? Since we’re out anyway?”

He hopped into his car. “Yeah, of course baby, of course. Just stand outside once they close up, don’t talk to no one and don’t go near any cars. Make sure Angie doesn’t wander off with no one.”

You promised to stay on the phone with him until he got there. Joel didn’t like you leaving the bars on your own, too many freaks and perverts out there.

Joel pulled up to find you with your friends standing by the building, and he got out to open the door for you and them. “Sorry the back’s a little messy, ladies, work truck and all- hold on.” As you got in the front, Joel got a blanket from the black and laid it over the seats “There, less dirty.”

Angie, Kat and Lana all thanked Joel, and climbed in the back. 

While Joel drove to Lana and Kat’s, you talked to you rfriends about the night. 

“I can’t believe you danced with him Ang, what the fuck. He cheated on you three times.”

“I knoooooowwww!” She giggled. “But he’s sooooooo cute!!!”

Kat rolled her eyes with a smile. “Girl he looks like a grown up Big Mouth guy.”

“Nick Kroll?”

“What? No. Like the cartoon guy grown up.”

“Yeah, the weird Big Mouth kid was modeled after Nick Kroll so that’s just Nick Kroll? And he’s hot??”

Kat groaned, sinking down into their seat. “No, not Nick Kroll, the one voiced by John Mul- wait, you think Nick Kroll is hot?”

The conversation continued with Angie trying to justify how she wants to give Jake ‘Just one more chance!’

Finally, you turn to Joel. “What do you think, baby?”

Joel sighed, and shifted in his seat a bit. “Well, it ain’t none of my business, and I shouldn’t really git involved…”

You smile at your boyfriend. “But you have an opinion anyway.”

With a good natured huff, he lets it out. “It’s just that Angie, I think you’re a nice gal, and if I may, respectfully, easy on the eyes and I think you could do better than a 30 year old still trying to get his rap career off the ground and looks like a naked mole rat.”

The truck erupted in laughter, including Angie,at Joel’s half-roast, half compliment, and he smiled softly. He liked your friends, and he wanted them to like him too.

*

First up was Kat and Lana. Lana was quite drunk so Joel put the truck in park and helped Kat take her girlfriend inside. Once through the door and up the stairs and safe, Joel said goodnight and locked the door as he left.

Angie was asleep by the time he was back.

“She alright?” He asked about your best friend. 

You mumbled, tired but with a smile. You had a great night, and loved your friends very, very much. “Yeah, she didn’t drink that much. She’s just not used to being up this late”

Joel hummed in recognition. “That’s right, she works the early shift. She’s probably up at like what, 4 AM?”

Turning to him with a bright smile, you giggle a bit. “How do you remember that?”

He shrugged, not thinking much of it. “Angie’s usually the first to leave, so it makes sense.”

You can’t help beam at him, streetlights periodically illuminating his pretty face, strong nose, full cheeks. Your friends mattered to you, them and Joel and Sarah were your everything. So many times, you hear of women whose friends hate their man and vice versa, how there was contention. Hell, Angie’s stupid ass ex never wanted her to hang out with your girlfriends, saying you and them were bad influences, accusing Kat and Lana of trying to sleep with her, etc etc etc. Joel was never like that. 

From the beginning, Joel was respectful, kind, and welcoming to your friends and family. They were welcome over any time, and sometimes came over when you weren’t home to wait for you. You trusted them with Joel and Joel with them. He’d always offer to BBQ something on a warm day, or make you drinks. Slowly, as he’s gotten more comfortable, your precious, shy man has been joking around with them, which makes you smile. Joel was more nervous than he let on a lot of the time, hiding his anti-anxiety pills  from you for months after you moved in. Still, he always welcomed your friends and in return they were respectful of his space and self. 

Pulling up to Angie’s, she’s sleeping like a baby.

“You’re gonna have to carry her and put her to bed, ain’t noth’n wake’n her up once she’s out.” You are about asleep yourself, leaning against the window.

Joel bawled. “I can’t do that!”

“Sure you can, have you seen your arms? Jacked.”

“No- I mean-” He sighed. “I can’t take a drunk lady to her bedroom, it’s indecent!”

“Well she ain’t sleep’n in the truck, c’mon I’ll walk with you. 

Joel sighed again but agreed. Walking around the truck, he unbuckled her, scooped her up and carried her to where you opened your door with your spare key. You guided your boyfriend to the bedroom and excused himself to get her water. There was no way you were gonna be able to put her in pj’s by yourself, so you just unzipped her dress to give her room to breathe and took off her strappy heels. You put fuzzy socks on your feet, the aloe infused kind she loved and covered her in her blankets.

A knock on the door. “She decent?”

“Yeah, come on in.”

Joel placed the glass of water and an Advil on the counter and a trash can by the bedside and said he'd be in the living room.

You sit by your friend’s side, just for a moment, stroking her hair, admiring how pretty your friend was. Beautiful woman, beautiful heart. Your best friend. 

She murmured your name. You took the opportunity to sit her up, making sure she drank some water. “Yes babe?”

“I like Joel a lot.” Angie yawned. “You should keep him.”

You chuckled. “He can’t escape me if tried.”

*

Once she was asleep again, you walk out and take Joel’s hand, wrapping your arms to hang off his. Joel opens the door for you, and you slide into the middle of the seat, snug against him when he gets in the driver’s side.

“Seatbelt.” He reminded you, you mutter ‘blah blah blah’ but he reaches over you and straps you in.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, darl’n.”

You drive down the road, Joel taking the long way home just so you could watch the night sky together. His truck rumbled and vibrated and bounced, but his arm around your shoulder steadied you.

“They like you a lot. My friends.”

“I like them too. And baby, I ain’t try’n.”

You look up at him. “Hm?”

“To escape.” Joel kissed your forehead tenderly. “Heard what you said to Angie, and I ain’t trying to escape. Not in a million years.”

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due to everything happening, this will be my last fic for a little. If you know my other writing formates, I will be updating there a bit here and there but with everything going on I think it's best to keep things quiet for a min. the timing is fitting, as I have a lot of projects to do before school finals.

Then, I'll be backand raring to go again! I think a break will do me good.

I love you all dearly!

No tags bc given everything, I don't wanna draw attention from myself to anyone else. Don't feel like you gotta reblog this one, I would suggest you don't to avoid the heat.

Hugs, and thank you to everyone whose supported my writing for the last 3 years.

[agustdakasuga]

The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 7

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

Jin was right. As the boys were all dressed and ready to head out for the day, they definitely didn’t expect you to be standing there at the front door. Your hand was frozen mid air, as if you were going to ring the doorbell.

“Oh!” You took a step back in surprise. You had stood there for a good 5 minutes, totally unnoticed by the staff of the mansion.

“(y/n).” They all spoke, not bothering to mask their surprise as well.

“Sorry, is this a bad time? I can totally come back again and-”

“No, it’s not. Please, come in. We can talk inside.” Namjoon regained composure first, gesturing towards the inner sanctions of the house. You bowed your head respectfully and removed your shoes before walking behind them. You sat with them in the living room once again, giving you a sense of deja vu. Jungkook ordered drinks and snacks.

As the butlers and maids rushed to fix drinks and snacks, not having prepared since the owners of the house were supposed to be out working the entire day, you sat there, wringing the material of your skirt.

“Calm down.” Taehyung placed a hand on your shoulder and you visibly relaxed, just a little.

“Young masters, agashi.” The butler bowed as he placed the tray of drinks down. With a wave of his hand, Namjoon sent the staff out.

“I... I wanted to apologise, firstly.” You suddenly stood up, bowing deeply to all of them. Another unexpected action from you. The boys all looked at each other, unsure of how to act or respond.

“I’ve been selfish and insensitive. Whatever my relationship was or... wasn’t with that man, I shouldn’t have been acting so immature. Sorry.” You said, head still bowed.

“(y/n), i-tt’s fine. Let’s sit down and talk.” Jin said, going forward as you straightened up. He gestured for you to take your seat again.

“You have all lost somebody, who I am sure... is... was... very important to you. And instead of grieving, you’ve been having to chase me around and pacify me. That wasn’t fair to you.” You looked at all of them. Jimin rolled his eyes, keeping his gaze on the side.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated.

“(y/n), it’s okay, really. Stop apologising.” Hoseok said.

“Idiot. I told you not to let the words get to you.” Yoongi sat up from his leaned position on the armchair. You pursed your lips, knowing he was referring to your conversation that happened when he was at your place a few nights ago.

“What Yoongi hyung said aside, we’re glad you came, (y/n). It was also our fault for pushing you and letting things get so far. We want to apologise for that.” Namjoon said.

“Hyung-”

“Jimin.” Jin stopped the younger from interrupting their leader. Taehyung patted his best friend on the hand. A silent signal to just let it go.

“I don’t really know where to go from this. My mother, she was my world. And if she believed in me working with you, for some reason, I should try. And like you said, I’m being targeted, if this grants me safety, so be it.” You confessed.

“But I don’t know anything in business.” You added.

“I’m not going to lie, we were not expecting that. But thank you, (y/n). I would say, don’t worry. We will guide you slowly on how this words, as necessary. But I think, we should get to know one another more before we get into all that business stuff.” Namjoon spoke, the first one to recover from being stunned by your words.

“Yeah. We’re the best at what we do. Don’t care about not having the skills and whatnot.” Hoseok nodded in agreement.

“So filial piety is what moves you.” Yoongi added.

“Yes. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But I should at least give it a chance. If I don’t like it, I get closer to knowing what I really want.” You replied. Yoongi raised his eyebrows in amusement at you rephrasing his words.

“But, I... still can’t accept him as my father... I’m sorry.” You hung your head down low.

“We understand. Take your time. Fresh wounds take time to heal. Don’t force it.” Jin reached over to squeeze your shoulder.

“Thank you for taking the time to speak to me, even if I don’t deserve it. I should let you all get back to what you were doing now.” You stood up, rubbing your slightly sweaty palms on your skirt.

“First thing to learn, don’t speak of yourself as an inconvenience. If we didn’t think you’d deserved it or that you were a bother, we wouldn’t have given you the time of day. Trust me, we’re busy people.” Hoseok stopped you. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Shall I take you home?” Taehyung asked.

“Actually, can I speak to Namjoon sshi in private?” You requested meekly. The boys all paused, turning to the leader, who just remained stoic.

“Sure. Right this way. We can talk in my office.” Namjoon said. He guided you to his office. You bowed to the other 6 before rushing after Namjoon. You followed him up the stairs.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked as he closed the door behind you.

“No, thanks.” You said. He gestured for you to take a seat while he sat down in his seat, on his side of the desk.

“I-I just wanted to apologise to you... the most. Since we met, I’ve just been a horrible person. I’ve been stand offish and unfair.” You sighed.

“(y/n), (y/n). There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I understand, I’ve not exactly been the bearer of good news since I showed up at your door. Anyone would have felt and reacted the same way you did, I don’t hold any animosity or resentment. In fact, I think I’m still reeling from the shock of you being here and accepting this quickly.” Namjoon confessed.

“Well, I wouldn’t really say accept. More of... try. If my mother thought I could do it, I guess she saw something that I didn’t. Or maybe she’s just a hopeful parent, wanting her child to succeed.” You shrugged.

“But I will be safer with you all?” You asked.

“I believe so. There are guards and security in place to keep you safe. Rather than being alone in your house without any guards.” He said.

“Do we know why I am targeted yet? Like I said, I don’t know anything... My mother never really told me much about her life. I’m still finding things out now, even after her death.”

“I promise we’re trying our best to find out why you’re being targetted and by who. Although, it is probably because you’re the daughter of your father and now that he isn’t around anymore, you could be the target to attain his company.” Namjoon explained.

“I see...” You gulped.

“(y/n), even if you don’t work with us, you can still be protected by us. You don’t have to force yourself to work in the company just to be granted protection.” Namjoon assured.

“But I can’t just ask you guys to help me without anything in exchange. It is not fair and right to do that.” You said.

“Let’s be realistic here. Theoretically, if you don’t like all this or it doesn’t suit you, what will you do then?” Namjoon leaned forward on his elbows.

“I’ll sign my rights as the head of the company and my inheritance away.” You declared. Namjoon seemed to contemplate your words for a moment before nodding his head, understanding.

While you were speaking to Namjoon, the other 6 had not left the house for their scheduled meetings yet.

“When did you get so close with her, hyung?” Taehyung asked.

“We’re not close. We just had a meal and talked.” Yoongi shrugged, not giving much away.

“The one that would have the most information on her would be Jin hyung.” Hoseok pointed out. Jin didn’t react. Whatever he knew was not relevant to information that the others needed to know.Jimin rolled his eyes and walked away. Jungkook noticed and chased after his older brother.

“Hyung. You okay?” Jungkook asked as they entered the garage carpark downstairs. Jimin stopped, his back still facing the youngest.

“Do you believe her? Everything she says.” Jimin asked, leaning against the hood of his car with a bitter chuckle. He took a hit of his vape before stuffing it back into his jacket pocket.

“What’s there to believe? If she wants the work, she can work. She came here to apologise. What else?” Jungkook put his hands into his pockets, an indifferent look on his face to show that he didn’t really care.

“I don’t like her.”

“I think you have made that very clear.” Jungkook replied.

“Why are you all being so nice to her? Just because she is our boss’ daughter? We never let anything into our circle and now look. It feels like we’re falling apart trying to chase after her.” Jimin yelled in frustration.

“We’re all doing this to help Namjoon hyung. Namjoon hyung wants to make this work, not because she is our boss’ daughter but beccause it was his promise to boss before he died. He couldn’t make up with her so he wants us to do it in his stead. Besides, we haven’t really given her much of a fighting chance.” Jungkook said.

“She’s our boss’ daughter but what about us? Didn’t we all see him or regard him as our father? The way she treats him like nothing?” Jimin asked.

“But that’s not exactly her fault, hyung. Yes, he was a father figure to all 7 of us. But what about her? She was abandoned, just like all of us were by our own parents.” The younger spoke truthfully.

“I know...” Jimin stood up, blinking back his tears. He entered his car and drove off, leaving the maknae there, standing in the carpark.

“Jungkook. Why are you just standing there? Ready to go?” Hoseok came downstairs.

“Yeah...” Jungkook shook his head to regain composure. He entered the car, where Hoseok was waiting for him in the passenger seat. Starting the engine, he began to drive.

“What, Tae? Why are you looking at me like that?” Yoongi asked.

“Nothing.” Taehyung slid off the bar stool and walked out, slipping on his jacket. He headed towards the front door, where his driver was waiting for him. Jin gathered his things, tucking his iPad under his arm. Seeing the oldest ready to leave, Yoongi stood up.

“What? You reluctant to leave?” Jin teased. Yoongi rolled his eyes, walking off and leaving Jin behind. Yoongi dropped Jin off at his meeting location before heading to his own work place.

After speaking with Namjoon, he offered to drop you back home. When you came down with him, you noticed that the living room was empty.

“Must have all gone to work.” Namjoon said.

“Wow.” You couldn’t hold back your shock when you followed Namjoon down to the basement garage. There were so many expensive cars lined up, it was a lot. You followed Namjoon to one of the cars, a Bugatti.

“Watch your head.” He cautioned as he opened the passenger door for you to enter. After that, he went to the driver’s side and drove to your house.

“If you ever need help, here is my number.” Namjoon handed you a card as he dropped you off.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” You received the card with two hands. You opened the car door and walked into your house. Like the others, Namjoon waited for you to go in before driving off.

“Oh my gosh.” You sunk onto the ground, putting a hand over your racing heart. It felt like your heart was beating too fast to the point where you felt nauseous. Where did your sudden confidence come from? That you would voluntarily go down to the mansion and speak to the 7 men like that. But now, your facade could break.

RINGGGGGG

“Huh?!” You jumped in shock, fumbling for your phone.

“Oh, hey Wonwoo... Yeah, I wasn’t feeling well, that’s why I haven’t been at university. It’s mainly online work anyway.” You pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“No, you don’t need to come down. I’m fine, really. I should be better by tomorrow.” You dug through your fridge, looking for something to eat.

You’ve skipped university for three days without a note or message, which probably worried Wonwoo. But with everything else, university was the last thing on your mind. Only Wonwoo would notice your absence anyway.

“No need, I’ll just collect my work from the professors. Thanks... I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said and hung up.

Jimin didn’t know where he was driving to, he just kept driving, letting the loud roar of his car’s engine fill the air. He never liked change, he didn’t like new people, he was happy with what he had now.

The fact that his brothers are so ready to accept you was beyond him. He didn’t know what your intentions were and from his duties in Bangtan, he learnt not to trust people so easily. He has met all kinds of scum from all walks of life and he knew there was always an ulterior motive.

RINGGGGG

“Yes, Namjoon hyung?” Jimin answered.

“Are you going for the poker game tonight? The secretary minister will be there for an information trade.”

“Right... I forgot about the game tonight... Since there’s an information trade, I’ll go. Jungkook and Jin hyung won’t be able to go in my stead. Let me know where tonight’s game is later.” He replied.

“Alright, I will prepare the address and ask Jin hyung for the information packet to hand over.”

Jimin possessed a combination of Jin’s card game skills and Taehyung’s deception skills, which made him the best person to play these low profile, high stakes games. He knew how to read the players and the game.

“Boss.” The staff greeted Jimin when he walked in.

“How’s business been?” He asked as he inspected the space and the bar. He hasn’t been checking in on the businesses since Namjoon told him to take a break so he was using this time to ensure that operations were still running smoothly. The manager made Jimin a drink and handed him the money from the previous nights of work.

“Not bad...” Jimin commented as he counted the money on the bar counter. Clubs were the best place to earn money.

“Here. Take everyone out for a good dinner. For working hard despite my absence.” He handed the manager $1000 from the stack. The manager’s eyes widened as he received the money.

“T-Thank you boss!” Everyone bowed deeply.

“Continue to work hard.” Jimin said as he put the remaining money into his pocket and left. There were still other places of business to visit.

After he was done with his inspections, Jimin needed to head home to get ready. He picked out a nice suit, one that was more opulent than what he would wear for work.

“Jimin?” He heard Hoseok’s voice outside his door as he was doing his hair.

“Come in.” He replied, not turning away from the mirror. The older came in with a few boxes and placed them on the dresser.

“Here, your order came in. Just in time, I’m guessing.” Hoseok informed. Jimin put the hairdryer down and looked through the boxes. He pinned the rose diamond brooch to the collar of his suit jacket and picked out other accessories to wear tonight.

“Could you help me put the rest of them in my closet?” Jimin requested. Hoseok nodded and put the rest into Jimin’s already full closet. He sat down on the couch Jimin had in his room.

“What?” Jimin stopped, turning around to look at the other.

“You good?” Hoseok asked. Jimin shrugged but nodded his head, facing the mirror again. He fixed his earrings in place.

“I know you’re here to talk to me about (y/n). There’s nothing to talk about, I don’t have anything else to say.” Jimin said, going into his closet to retrieve his shoes, deciding to go with his chelsea boots that had a small heel.

“Okay. But Chim, don’t feel like we’re against you or suddenly on her side against yours, alright?”

“Mhmm.” Jimin hummed. He stood up as he was done getting ready. Hoseok followed him out of the room and Jimin locked his room doors.

“Good luck tonight.” Hoseok wished.

“You know I always win.” Jimin smirked. Now, he needed to find Jin to get his information for the trade tonight. When he arrived at his door, there was a note and a thumbdrive taped to the wood.

‘Sleeping, do not disturb. To Jimin, this is what you need. - Jin’

Jimin tilted his head but removed the thumbdrive, peeling off the tape. He slipped the small item into his jacket pocket and went to find Namjoon. The leader was in his office, on the phone with someone. Seeing Jimin poke his head in, he waved for him to come over and slid a folder over to him. It had some information and a picture of Jimin’s target for the night.

“I’m going now.” Jimin said and Namjoon nodded, giving him a thumbs up as he listened to whoever was on the other side of the phone.

“Young master Jimin, the car is ready for you.” The butler informed. Jimin walked out and the chauffeur opened the door for him. Since it was expected of him to drink, Jimin never drove.

With the address, Jimin watched as the car entered a residential area. It stopped before a rundown fishing shop.

“A fishing and tackle shop? Seriously?” Jimin scoffed as he wore his sunglasses. The chauffeur opened the car door for him to come out. He pushed open the shop door to enter but the cashier paid him no mind.

“Right this way.” An employee led Jimin to the back, opening a door that led to the basement.

“Welcome, Mr Park.” A more well-dressed hostress greeted him.

“Can I take your jacket?” She asked.

“I’ll hold onto it. My drink is rum, on the rocks.” Jimin informed. She nodded with a bow and led Jimin further in. She opened a door where Jimin saw the game already running. He went to the bar first.

“Rum on the rocks.” The bartender placed his drink onto the black marble counter top.

“Mr Park. Glad you could make it tonight.”

“Secretary minister. Of course, I wouldn’t miss a game organised by you.” Jimin planted on his fake smile as he shook hands with the secretary minister. He was the organiser of this underground game, all a ruse for him to exchange information with Bangtan.

“I look forward to seeing you play tonight.” The old man smiled. Jimin just nodded his head. After that, he walked away. Jimin scanned the room from his position at the bar, there were many notable politicians and celebrities.

“Here.” Jimin handed a tip to the bartender, taking his glass to the table.

Everyone was focused on the game. No one noticed the note taped to the bottom of Jimin’s glass or the thumbdrive wrapped in the tip bills Jimin handed to the bartender.

Tonight was going to be a good night to play.

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[fumaspokemonball]

Fuma helps you feel better about college!!

Trigger warning: There is actually quite a bit of cursing (I’m sorry) and a bit of angst? Anger is definitely a big part of the story. If there’s anything else let me know please!!

Summary: You begin to feel overwhelmed by the amount of college work you have on top of your full time job that you’re not feeling appreciated by. You’re embarrassed to ask for help and end up bottling up all your feelings. Fuma has to rush home to help you.

Fuma and female reader!

Author note: I apologize if this story is not good. It’s my first one I’ve written in a hot minute. Please feel free to help me find ways to improve! I hope you enjoy🩵🩵

I got home from a long day of work and still had so much to do. I had to clean the house, I had to finish school that was due later that evening, I had to shower still, and make myself food? To be honest, I just want to get into my pajamas and fall asleep. Work was exhausting, not even the animals made me happy anymore.

My boss is a real dill hole. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to do anything right. I come in on my days off, I work overtime, I help other coworkers with task that I didn’t even know existed! I do everything and my manager still puts “standard employee” on my evaluation. I go above and beyond my pay grade and this is the thanks I get?! I want to quit. If it wasn’t for the amazing sea life I would have by now….but who else gets to work with these beautiful creatures? It was so hard to get this job…

I took my shoes off and carried myself to my room. I started right away on my school. Why the fuck I wanted to get my Ph.D in marine biology beats the shit outta me. Apparently it will look good? Idfk, all I know is I want out. 16 page essay due in 3 days!! Fuck you. I have a full time job! 16 pages in 3 days is so fucking much?! Not only that but a fucking math class on top?! I suck at math. Always have.

*If X is equal to 3,050 than what is y?*

Fuck if I know! This is so frustrating. I threw my laptop and screamed my lungs out. This shit is ridiculous. Im dropping out. I’m done. I don’t need a Ph.D! Nothing is worth this amount of stress.

*Knock* *Knock*

I looked up at my door to it opening up slowly. A worried face peers around the corner.

“Y/N Are you okay?” Ej walked in asking. I teared up. So many emotions were flying through my mind all at once. In simple terms I wasn’t okay. I was so stressed and I let it all bottle up. I don’t want to talk about it. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to throw up, everything. I want it to end. All my life.

“Respectfully, Ej please go.” I sounded harsh. I didn’t mean it. I wanted nothing more than to tell him. Am I being dramatic? Am I being annoying? Idk. But I just need to relax.

Ej shut the door and I heard him walk down the hall. I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. I grabbed my pajamas and went to take a shower. Maybe the hot water will calm me down.

~Ejs POV~

I’ve never seen Y/N so upset. I was startled when I heard screaming so I wanted to make sure everything was alright. I think I saw tears fall from her face. I wanted nothing more than to give my bestie a hug and comfort her until Fuma came home. She’s never pushed me away before. She always jokes with us and helps us when we’re stressed so it’s weird to see the rolls reversed.

“Fuma.” I whispered over the phone. I didn’t want Y/N to hear me call him. The last thing I needed was her to get mad at me for calling the one person who could calm her down.

“Is everything alright?” Fuma sounded worried.

“Well..”

~Fuma’s POV~

I was practicing for our comeback when I heard my phone ring. I ran over to see Ej calling me. He doesn’t call when he knows I’m practicing so I got worried.

“Fuma.” I heard him whisper from the other side of the phone. Why is he whispering?

“Ej? Is everything alright? Why are you whispering?” I was already breathing heavy but I could feel my heart face faster.

“No. Y/N was screaming in your guises dorm room and when I went to check on her she was crying and-“ I hung up before he could finish and ran home. What was wrong? Was everything okay? Why is she screaming? Why is she crying?! I need her and I need her now.

~Y/Ns POV~

I got out of the shower and went back to my room. I locked my door so I had no interruptions. I laid down on the bed and felt my eyes become heavy. I couldn’t sleep yet. I had to do school. I opened my laptop and started doing school. I started getting frustrated again. Why was it so hard?! No one gives a shit about the fucking relationship between X and Y!!

I groaned so loud and sunk into my pillow. I threw my laptop again and huffed.

“This is fucking ridiculous!!” I laid down and just stared at the ceiling. I felt my eyes become heavy when I heard the door handle turn. I groaned. “It’s locked.” I turned to my side.

“Y/N open!” Fuma said worriedly. I ignored him. Alone time. That’s what I need.

“No.” I choked. He started turning the knob really fast and knocking again and again. I put the pillow over my ears and started balling my eyes out. I’m sorry Fuma. I’m sorry.

Eventually all the loud knocking stopped. I felt a pair of hands grab mine and I looked up.

~Fuma’s POV~

I tried opening our bedroom door but it was locked. I knocked loudly and called out for her. Why did she lock the door?!

“No.” I heard a small voice call out. No? What do you mean no?! I started to panic and knock louder still calling her name. Nothing. That’s it.

After what felt like an eternity of trying, which was only like 5 minutes, I went to grab the spare key to unlock the door. She must not have cared enough to bring it with her. I unlocked the door and saw her small frame laying on the bed she had placed a pillow over her ears to muffle my yells. I could hear small sobs coming from her mouth. I looked over to see her laptop open to her homework.

I sighed in relief. Nothing was physically wrong with her but now it’s my turn to be the boyfriend I know I can be and help her. I know how exhausting this is all been on her mentally. I walked over and grabbed her hands.

~Y/N’s POV~

“Fuma? But-“ That was all I managed to get out before he shook his head at me. I was confused how he got in.

“It’s okay, I used the spare key. Love, if you needed help why didn’t you say anything? You know I’m here for you and when I’m not we’re all here for you.” Fuma began to rub my side and looked deep into my soul. I could see he was hurt but more worried about me. I couldn’t make eye contact much longer.

“It’s embarrassing Fuma!! I shouldn’t be this bad at math! I’m a fucking biologist for Christ sake!!” I didn’t mean to yell but all that stress was coming back up. This is why I didn’t want to speak to anyone! This is why I wanted to just keep the door shut and left alone! I ripped my hands out of his and cried into them. Fuma frowned and picked me up. He sat me in his lap and held me tight. The top of my head fit into the crook of his neck and I could hear his heart beat.

“It’s okay if you’re not good at math. Everyone can’t be good at everything. So you’re a biologist? You work with animals. You don’t spend every waking moment of every day solving algebra equations.” He played with the fabric of my shirt as he held onto me. I sniffled and looked up at him.

“You’re not embarrassed by me?” I pouted. My puffy red eyes looked into his for approval.

“What?! Of course not!! You’re one of the smartest people I know! You get paid to literally take care of animals all day! I love bragging to people about that! Also not just any animal but freaking water animals?! That’s even cooler!! They’re like you’re own personal Pokémon! I’m so proud of you! I’d be happy to show you off to anyone! Hell, I’ll show you off to the whole dorm right now.” I laughed and shook my head.

“Noo!!” I joked. I hugged him tightly. “Thank you Fuma. I love you.” I kissed his cheek and just felt so safe. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and squeeze me tightly.

“Pinky Promise me you’ll come to me next time before you explode? I want to help you.” Fuma grabbed my cheeks and made me look at him. He held out a pinky. I wrapped my tiny pinky around his and nodded.

“I pinky promise I will come to you next time.” I gave him a soft smile and he smiled in return.

“Good! Now, let’s go find out why, Y is trying to go back to their X.” He jumped up to grab my laptop. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Oh his dumb jokes.

[pendragon-writes]

Interrogation

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Arthur Harrow sighed as he looked at Captain Gregson. "For the last time, I loved my wife." "I didn't hurt her, and before this moment, I had no idea there was any safe room in my house." He said.

Behind the one-sided mirror (Y/n) and Steven watched Captain Gregson interrogate the husband. "You get why that's hard for us to believe, don't you?" Gregson asked. "The place was gutted before Amy and I moved in two years ago," Arthur explained. As Arthur continued to plead his innocence (Y/n) took out his phone and zoomed in on the husband's hands, taking a quick photo of it. Both (Y/n) and Steven continued to watch Gregson interrogate the man. "How do you do it?" He asked (Y/n), still looking towards the suspect. "Do what?" (Y/n) questioned back. "Guess things." "I don't guess. I observe." (Y/n) informed, still looking at the suspect. "And once I've observed, I deduce."

"You said you could tell from my hands that I used to be a surgeon." "'Hand'. Singular, actually." "It was soft, no calluses." Steven nodded at that. "Also, it smelled faintly of beeswax." This statement caused Steven to look at him, before looking away. "Many surgeons, as you know, use a beeswax cream to protect their hands from the dehydrating effects of repeated washings. Well... You're no longer practicing, but old habits die hard." "As far as why you gave up your medical career to become a companion.." "I'd wager that addiction claimed the life of someone close to you, and his or her death moved you to make drastic changes in your life." (Y/n) said, still not looking at him. 

"Am I close?" He asked Steven. "What about my father?" Steven asked, ignoring (Y/n)'s question. "What about him?" "How did you know he had an affair?" He asked, looking at the consultant. "Google." He replied. He looked at him with a raised brow. "Well, not everything is deducible." Steven nodded at this and turned his head towards the door as he heard someone open it, that someone is the officer from before and Captain Gregson.

"I, uh, just want to say thanks for helping out today." He said. "You- You got us our guy in, and uh... and we're grateful." He said, before reaching out his hands for (Y/n) to shake. "We can take it from here." (Y/n) did not accept the hand as he began to talk. "Respectfully, Detective, I doubt that very much." "'Cause I have reason to believe that Arthur Harrow did not kill his wife." The detective slowly lowered the hand he previously offered as he watched (Y/n) walk past him. "Wait, wait, wait. Come again?" The detective said in a confused manner, walking to (Y/n) and catching up to him. "Dr. Harrow has girls' feet, or hadn't you noticed?" (Y/n) said, still walking before stopping. "He's a size eight if he's an inch." "The boot print on his front door was an 11." He explained to them, leaning on the wall. "So? So he was smart." "He wore bigger shoes to throw us off."The detective tried to reason. "Did he also wear bigger hands when he strangled his wife?" (Y/n) remarked.

"Holmes..." The Captain said with a scolding tone. (Y/n) pulled out his phone and showcased the pictures. "Well, these strangulation marks are indicative of a man much larger than Harrow." "Not just heavier, but taller too." The photo was a close-up shot of the women's bruised neck. "I'd estimate his height to be somewhere between six foot-one, six foot-three." "Your M.E. will come to the same conclusion in a couple of hours." The detective gave an amused scoff at this. "I'm delivering it now. You're a doctor." He turned his focus from Gregson to Steven. "Tell 'em I'm right." (Y/n) said. "I'm not a doctor," Steven responded. "Were a doctor." "Surely you haven't forgotten how bruising works." Steven sighed before speaking. "Okay, yeah, sure, these hands do seem a bit small for the bruise pattern, but I-" Steven was interrupted by (Y/n). "With your permission, Captain, I'd like a moment alone with Dr. Harrow." 

"Captain this-" The detective tried to argue once more, but was stopped. "You got two minutes." The Captain said with crossed arms. With this in mind (Y/n) rushed into the interrogation room, aggressively slamming a small notepad and pen on the table in front of Arthur Harrow. "Tall men in your life. I'd like a list." He said. Arthur looked up at him in a slightly annoyed way, before sighing and giving a list.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

(Y/n) and Steven walked together with a man that was one of the people on the list. "Amy was a good person, but if you're here because you think I had something to do with it.." "Dr. Harrow said that you'd made a pass at her at a holiday party last year." (Y/n) said, making the man pause in his steps. "Actually, no, I didn't." He said slightly pissed off. "I asked her about all the plastic surgery she'd had." He explained. "Plastic surgery?" (Y/n) asked as if he didn't already suspect it. "Okay, look, I helped plan a fund-raiser for the hospital, two years ago, that was before the surgeries." "I know I still have the pictures." He explained, leading them to his office.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

(Y/n) and Steven waited as the man searched through his computer. Steven took note of the shoe box with the size 11 on the couch, which he gestured with his eyes for (Y/n) to see. (Y/n) looked at the shoe box before looking at Steven and nodding in understanding. "There." The man said, turning his camera around to showcase the photo of Amy and Dr. Harrow. "That's the picture of Amy and Dr. Harrow that I took that night, okay? Tell me you wouldn't want to ask her why she did it." He said.

"Tell me about the stalking charge brought against you two years ago." (Y/n) asked. "I asked my neighbor out." "She overreacted." He explained. (Y/n) hummed at this and Steven decided to talk. "Mr. Polk, can you tell us where you were last night?" (Y/n) looked at Steven with a bit of worry as he heard what he asked. "I was home... alone." Mr. Polk said. "I know. Not much of an alibi, but I don't care, because I didn't do it."

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[ohanny]

okay, i am starting bed friend and since watching alone makes me stressed you are once again exposed to my initial reactions:

i love how the first minute of this show is uea being all "i am just your average guy... except i am so hot everyone desires me and it makes my life so hard. sigh."

HELLO YIM IN YOUR BOWL CUT NERD MULLET YES YES YOU ARE MY BABY MY SUNSHINE MY ETERNAL LOVE PLS TAKE ME AWAY IN YOUR SPACESHIP

so mark is like fine fine in that grown ass man way. pls someone tell me he is a lead in a show because i need

also like... am i the only one who thinks james is the soft, godly lovechild of yim and nat?

how can you dislike king and his jawline of doom. wait. oh my god. are having enemies to lovers thrown in this too?!?!? are they gonna hit all my fave tropes?!?

oh boy. OH BOY. something happened that night for sure sure

no but as a low voices appreciator this theme song is tickling my ears in a good way

ooh not the shiny shoes. damn, you really don't like the man.

oh this does not sound good but the stubble but OH FUUUUUCK

i have known uea for literally 5 minutes and 16 seconds and i am ready to murder anyone who hurts him

oh no. trauma.

yeah no, murdering anyone who hurts him is not enough. i need to go full vegas in a torture poncho on their ass.

the fuckboy has got the feels already 11/10 look at that face

in the non-creepiest way possible: i need to put these child actors into my pocket and feed them cupcakes

okay so the mom belongs in the bin

oh bitch DON'T YOU DARE call him

give my boy all the fuzzy blankets to cover up his sadness

noooo when do these boys learn pulling someone's metaphorical pigtails as a method of flirting will never work

ksdjfkalsfjasdlfj james since when have you been this PRETTY

king: babe, what can i do to make you like me uea: die

pock rhymes with cock which is exactly what you have to be to mess with my baby. a musty, unwashed, diseased cock.

jade is such a sweet bean and also a mood at the end of the day

i love how their gc is called "domundi"

what in the workplace parking garage showdown is this. also mark, daddy, step on me. respectfully.

okay, free karaoke emergencies are my kind of emergencies.

why does no one want to ride with the boss? I VOLUNTEER AS A TRIBUTE

lol, poor jade being thrown under the bus

is it gay to be unable to go through a single interaction with your workplace nemesis without standing face to face, intensely staring at one another? asking for a friend

ohhh cock is calling. hang up. that's a good boy.

this karaoke makes me miss my early twenties. also noooo, my baby jade letting loose while uea is like "pls god someone save me. end my suffering. existence is pain."

jade: i am about to vomit everyone else: THE FUCK YOU ARE WEAKLING boss: also you still have to work lmfao

butt. hehet.

oh nooo he has a cute lil man purse on top of the confidence to wear white pants? damn.

oooh he is drunk. i can see where this is going and i have conflicting feelings about it :')

i do not have conflicting feelings about these collarbones though. they are very much fire.

piggyback rides T T

okay but do i have to move to thailand to afford these condos on a single income?

one day these bl boys will be this gentle and soft yet also capable of resisting the urge to ravish their drunk crushes

(un)holy spiderman o.o

*distressed noises*

oh if you left snow white in bed all alone i am going to kill you

okay yes that is some tongue

i do love a strategically placed mustard yellow pillow

ooooh, it was king who had to wake up alone. oh my sweet babies. why do i feel so bad for both of them?

seriously, that bathroom is custom made. how much do these average salary men make?

JADE IN THE ICONIC YELLOW CARDIGAN

jade: omg what is wrong bestie uea: *war flashbacks to cock* sleep deprivaton

the fact jade is always drinking boba is just so in character. not that we know much all about his character but the point still stands. he is a boba boy.

oh that "mom" needs the bin asap. and you can't add a "we need to talk" text to that, king, you and your jawline need to time things better.

oh no. shit is about to go down in the copy room.

i love the alleged king of one night stands not comprehending one night stand etiquette. boy is down bad.

king: seriously uea: i am avoiding avoiding the subject, that's how deep my avoidance goes

they are just so laskdfjasdklfjsadlkfjaslkjfoierjudfj

why do i feel uea almost running people down with his car is a character trait

ugh, my poor baby is in pain and i don't know how to help (T⌓T)

THIS CAT

[f1tasies]

Girrrrl (sorry I'm new here, idk your pronouns, but I mean it in a gender neutral way) *that was a bit george of me writing a whole ass apology* moving on

Your last ask about george? Yes

Absolutely

Respectfully to his gf but... I'm 5'2 and hello size kink?!?!? I mean im into that but do you think he would?

Secondly everyone is talking about professor!Daniel but no cuz no one would do professor! Like George, ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? And probably English subject too. I mean right? That kind of prof that literally goes the whole class talking intensely looking at you with those piercing eyes, then asking like "Ms Y/N, may you stay back? I'd like to have a word" AAAGHHHH

Okay I'm done

Hey anon,

you can call me whatever you like <3

I think George would absolutely be into a size kink, but tbh I don't think he's had the chance to explore it too much, you know? His relationships on track have been with Alex, Charles, sometimes Lando (which may be a great starting point for the repressed size kink). I think he'd love how he towers over you, but you can make him do anything you want. He'll call you filthy names when you're naked on his bed but he knows you hold all the power. He's into girlbosses like that. Like just imagine post-sex cuddles, you could melt into him. Man is meant to be the big spoon. He's very protective, but very gentle too.

Professor George..... Bestie I am shivering.... First off we know he likes a good powerpoint, so he would absolutely 100 percent nail down that role, like remember the Kingsman + Williams thing?

He'd definitely be one of those posh + slightly-pretentious English professors, that everyone just looooovvvveeessss...

So when one day, he asks you to stay after class, you're kind of worried, because you are one of his best students, but you're excited, because hey, private lessons? Sign me up.

Everyone looks at you like 'ooooh, you messed up,' and swallowing, you make your way to the front while everyone else leaves.

"Yes professor?" you walk to him, crossing your hands. Your foot taps the floor involuntarily.

He looks up at you, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. Then he breaks into a smile.

"i just wanted to say, you did a smashing job on the Hamlet essay. I think it's one of your best works yet," he compliments you, patting your hand.

You blush. "Thank you professor, I hope to be one of your best works one day."

He cocks an eyebrow. "My best work?" His slender fingers inch closer to yours, a clear invitation. "Darling, you have no idea what kind of wok goes into that."

You look down, at his impeccably polished shoes. "I'm willing to put in the effort if you want to teach me, sir." You look at him through the top of your glasses.

He stands up, moving closer to you.

"I love a challenge," he whispers, and slides something into the pocket of your jacket, before leaving you with nothing but the lingering smell of pine and citrus.

[k-ru-h]

ok first of all. i am sius #1 defender and i wouldnt accuse him of shit without proper proof but. i actually think its important to talk abt this. and second of all this is the only time im ever posting fastpass screenshots but just because the appearance of a character is extremely relevant

listen i know we're all very excited at the idea of a canon gay character in tog, but i really dont think this was the best of moves. tog has so far been mostly pretty alright with handling gnc characters (think how well aka was treated by others, khun being very feminine, etc) and i dont think this one fuckup will change that just. siu is a grown ass adult from a very conservative country and his portrayal of intersex characters such as evankhell or aka isnt very, well, "woke" (evankhell being the only lead brown woman while being "half man" plays into a lot of racial stereotypes, as well as treating intersexuality as a literal curse). i kind of wanna like , talk about this new "queer" character kaya (i saw ppl call him that online, idfk) and like. ill just go thru my points in no particular order idfk ive written too many coherent essays for school this week abd it's 3am i think i deserve a fucked up little one

ok first of all. jesus fucking christ what is this character design

so uh. heres our gay male character! with massive fake tits, lipstick and long hair! this wouldn't be a problem in media already filled with other queer characters, but on its own, especially with the character being darker-skinned yet again, it plays into a lot of stereotypes abt trans women, as well as brown women being masculine. and listen, i know tog has a lot of very wacky character designs, but it also has a lot of gorgeous ones, and while i really dont think it was sius intention to make a transphobic, racist caricature (istg you can psychoanalyse this man just off of tog alone), i think it definitely has something to do either with his own internalised racism and transphobia, or with a lack of education to spot a (hopefully) mistake by assistant artists.

here are some random ass caricatures of trans women i found online and by god i am not crediting this shit, but. look at what i mean. the fake tits, the dress/skirt, the long hair and lipstick.... the resemblance is startling.

but okay. lets say this by itself isnt important. siu made an oopsie and we got a canonically queer character that defends his right to like men unapologetically, and bam didnt seem to mind, and was polite abt it! weeeeeellll... the thing is, this whole fucking thing is a ploy. and if it turns out siu negates my previous point by making it turn out that kaya IS just playing a caricature on purpose because he wants the political advantage and isnt actually gay but is, in fact, homophobic, i will eat that shit up. that would actually make a very good point and having a critique of homophobia is better than having a homophobic gay character. but lets say he is gay for now, lets assume. that still leaves a possibility that he is gay AND just using bam, but lets just assume thats not the case either. lets say he's actually gay and actually wants to marry bam, for whatever fucking reason. bam being polite doesnt mean shit!!! people on twitter are unironically saying this means he's okay with being in a romantic &/or sexual relationship with a man when it literally does not. bam isnt okay with any of this. from start to finish, be it a man or a woman, bam is in this nonconsensually. and one of bams core personality traits is his kindness and politness, and he's been in kayas shoes before, albeit not for queerness specifically. bam isnt a participant, bam is a fucking reward and object and just as that one guy calling khun a "cute little kitten" while literally discussing how much his worth as a slave would be isnt queer rep, neither is this! even if the two of them are actually gay and actually attracted to the two respectfully, they still treat them as objects to be sold or bought for political advantage. someone on tumblr once said that a drag queen will always be a better ally than a gay ceo, and! yeah!

anyways, in conclusion, this is at worst an accidental bigoted caricature, and at best a very good joke on all of us. source im gay intersex trans and i actually go outside and interact with real queer people instead of having pronoun discourse on tiktok. thanks

[arandomblog1627]

Okay so I’m tired of the power struggle between the two parties. Let’s get 1 thing clear. Yes I like violence. No, I do not want to go to war. I grew up with a view on the world where if something is bad and bothers you, you should stand up for yourself and do something about it. I’d want to learn how to be a wizard that can cast spells but that also can fight. Now, I don’t like being part of your thing. I don’t get to make my own decisions when it comes to my life. It decides for me based on how you feel. Some people are tired. Things never seem to get better for (my body). My entire nervous system is a wreck because of a really bad person. Their relentless. It’s taking a toll on me. I can’t have the personal war between myself and my, which I would refer to some of them, as actual friends. You guys quarrel and both abandon me, leaving a frightened helpless kid (and his mother) to fend for themselves selves in a world their not to be prepared to be thrown into. By the way, you’re in the wrong for continuing to look with me. The real Matt, asked me to never have to do it again. On top of all those problems, I’ve got someone who’s able to manipulate the things that don’t think into immediately throwing all care to the wind because “well darn he possibly could of said something that I didn’t agree with” and completely LEAVE ME TO HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK. It shouldn’t be in the hands of people who don’t truly understand. I need people that care about the same things that I care about. If you really wanna know what I care about, drop a comment below. Some of the systems limit me of living up to my full potential. Some of the systems completely strip me of all potential. Others open my eyes to my potential. And others make me feel so bad about the way things are that I end up shutting my eyes. I believe that you should respect nobody no matter what, I’d like to say if someone disrespects you to whoop their ass respectfully. But I’ve never been in a real fight, hell. I haven’t experienced a heckuva lot of things. I’m a very open and understanding person. I’m not a true empath, but I can easily put myself in your shoes. I understand all aspects of your thoughts and feelings about damn near every situation. Simply by having some of the same morals as you. But I’m different. I’d fight for myself. Everybody I know has a different view of me. Or their own version of me. I hate who I am sometimes. And others I love myself. But the main part of that is I understand where all of the thoughts that make up that version of myself come from. I understand the reasoning behind the decisions and the thoughts. Sometimes it’s an actual person forcing thoughts down your throat. And that’s what I want most in this world. I’m gonna close this, I need you to understand me. On a level no one else does. I need more people to understand me. Maybe they’d find a reason to fight. P.s. FAIL ME

[itgirlgyu]

TXT AND HOW THEY GET HAUNTED !

choi yeonjun !

he actually sorta got a crush

like he saw the woman walking around the lonesome, dark roads with her hair flowing behind her every night he got out of his part time job

man's sure to get curious about the mysterious beauty that entrances him

like yeah he doesnt wanna tap that yet but maybe the curiosity to see how she looks was much greater

so by the third week he's like okay imma approach her

but not be a creep so he takes advice from his friend taehyun

who is equally bitchless but at least he knows about the etiquettes and all the things gentleman are supposed to do

he knows that taehyun knows he saw him reading a book about it

and he also got an older sister

taehyun HAS to know

but taehyun is like, bro u gotta approach her when there's people around you cannot approach alone that's creepy

and yeonjun is like, my man u rite but i only see her at 3 am

and beomgyu pitches his head in, oh that sounds like content, can I come?

so they both kick beomgyu out of the table and huddle up together hatching plans to respectfully hit her up

and they reach the conclusion and go like, excuse me, like yeah that sounds plausible

so yeonjun patiently waits for the night to come, counting the hours to 3 am

and when he's out of work he looks around to get a glimpse of her, sadness already starting to surround the expanse of his chest until saw the similar flowy hair of the woman

she was like a mermaid without the water, her hair moved as if it had a life had its own, bewitching yeonjun more and more as he looked on

until he had followed her to a dead end and the woman finally stopped, turning around to face him for the first time

she was goregous from what he could make out of her face in the moonlight hidden in the canopy of glum clouds

'wow' he muttered, truly fascinated by the alluring woman, she could only let out a slight laughter, cocking her head to the side.

'my my aren't you a dumb kid'

this wasn't the first time he had heard someone say but before she could react he had started to walk closer, the bells in her anklet finally echoing into his head

forcing him to look down and see her feet which were turned

'biTCH WHAT THE FUCK'

yeonjun yelled when the realization dawned upon him

he wanted scream and run away but he knew if he had done that, the witch was gonna catch up to him and probably suck all the life source and semen out of of it

so he turned back quickly and shoved the witch into the wall and held her hair in his hand

'BITCH GET THE FUCK AWAY OT I'LL RIP OUT OF HAIR'

man used his hands to get a nail cutter of his pocket

'DONT TRY ME'

the witch let out a banshee like scream before disappearing out of his grasp

and then he ran to a shaman

boy sprinted

bc he was the only who could afford it

like with installments

the few people started saying story that they saw a blur though their windows that night for few good weeks

the worst outcome out of it was that he might get bad luck for at least a a year in his love life bc of his lil crush on the witch

man's just hurt and dejected

he got himself brushed off the negative energies and changed his shifts tho

now beomgyu is after his ass to get an exclusive interview from him about his experience

and he might be more persistent than the bad luck on his love life

choi soobin !

he is roped in by his not so good friend, beomgyu by joining him in the summoning of the age old spirit of a haunted school

at first he pretended not to hear beomgyu screeching his name from the other side of the road bc he had already blocked his number when he even mentioned the word haunted.

but he knows beomgyu, he's like a sticky gum stuck under your shoe's sole that will not fall off unless you scrub it through a barbed surface

but since he can't do that without catching a felony charge, he ignores

but beomgyu is a force to be reckoned with and he has cash

which he offers soobin and he agrees

as taehyun says, capitalism is the true horror of this world

so he goes there and beomgyu has set up his camera

and he's got his capitalistic smile on like, 'yes beloved viewers we here in your most requested school of all time'

'this is my good friend soobin he shall be my accomplice tonight'

soobin should have sensed that something would have gone wrong by the time beomgyu had linked his name with his one

but money kept his mouth shut

'the only school you wanna visit amirite'

so soobin and beomgyu both sat facing each other in the creepy atmosphere of the darkened class room that looked like it had better days

soobin wasn't really scared

he believes in them ofc but he knows they cannot be awaken by two men doing a shit show in the middle of the ni-

he could swear to his lord that he saw some bench move on its own

he told beomgyu to look and the mf was like brushing it off with his hand

'nah its just some minor ghost trying to stop nothing new nothing new'

soobin is just looking at him like beomgyu grew three head with his eyeballs about to pop

he knew it was a bad idea to tangle yourself with occult

it was even worse to get yourself mixed up with beomgyu

he really should have listened to his mother

'if the big boss spirit is here pls appear'

and the chairs moved again with time scratches on the board

soobin felt his heart on his tongue but beomgyu still continued as if nothing had happened

'YOU DIPSJIT LOOK BEHIND U'

soobin screamed, ofc adorning with much more insults but beomgyu had muted that in the post production

'we never look back during these things bro'

'BRO WE ARE GONNA DIE'

beomgyu only looked at the night vision camera and mouthed, 'rookie'

by the time whatever they had invited had lurked even closure further causing to soobin to flail like a headless chicken, trying his best to get his hands out of beomgyu's one but man's had a death grip on the older one

'if the big boss is here pls enter my friends body I have got my some-'

but before beomgyu could finish

soobin had his hands out and balled in a fist lurching at beomgyus face then he passed out on the floor immediately

the video still went up, hit platinum and got beomgyu the paranormal investigator award and the most popular influencer that year

soobin also got his fame after his clip of him punching beomgyu and passing out went viral

beomgyu even visited soobin in the hospital

and a sequel was shot outside the hospital morgue with soobin in a wheelchair clutching a Bible.

choi beomgyu !

honestly is it even a surprise that man probably was asking for it

was going through a street with bad reputation and his bitch ass went

'guys do u dare me to go inside?'

'oh em gee guys I can't believe you're making me go there'

'haha staph it'

he looks behind and all his friends are like gone

decides to record the show in his phone

comes into the haunted house to show off his balls of steel

"clANK CLANK BITCHES COME HERE pOSESS ME"

laughs maniacally

all the big momma ghosts clutching onto their baby ghosts while he's having his rampage in the middle of the debris of what once used to be an extravagant living room

with his audacity, he should have had his head snapped in a few seconds of him opening his mouth

but thankfully he lasted long enough to bear through all the furnitures shaking violently to expel him from the vicinity

but he only got content for his little video which he was gonna get famous from

his thought process, not mine

the sun had already set, all the ghosts already tired of him running around the house shooting every corner while insulting them and their ancestors

the last trump card was the illusion of a woman hanging in the air with her neck broken and hair covering her face

but instead of running out, he tried to interview the poor woman about the house

ended up chasing her around the stairs to get his answer and only got his goosebumps when the woman disappeared before him

left the house unpossessed with content that got him a YouTube career

goes around haunted houses now traumatising ghosts out of their own abode

and the first house? yeah the ghosts shifted, the momma was like this is not safe for my kid and the shame was far too great for them to reside in that house

kang taehyun !

doesn't believe in shit

the only thing he believes in is capitalism

'it is the real horror of life wake up'

gets salty when his friends fall asleep when he's giving his lil ted talks about the declining humanities

now he actually got dared to go inside to go to a haunted house

it was only bc he started to talk about global warming and his friends wanted him to shut up so they used misdirection

mffer rolls his eyes walking through the door

the silence is loud, clear and judging

its taehyun who is judging ofc

hands crossed looking around unimpressed like yes as if id get possessed

spends a few minutes walking around before he gets bored and walks out unscathed

his friends are like actually surprised bc this haunted house was known to be extremely active but he only rolls his eyes at them, not telling how his shoulder had started to feel heavier after he left the house

the possessions started only 3 days after when he noticed his laundry spilled over the floor

at first he's like did my neighbours cat get in bc he clearly remembers putting them in their place

next time he sees dicks drawn on his statistic homework

porn starting at 3 am on his laptop

man gets up so fast that he breaks his back shutting his laptop down to diffuse the obscene sounds and pray to his lord till morning breaks out

no matter how much it hurts taehyun to admit that ghosts does indeed exist, he had to admit that he is being possessed by a ghost of a pervert

he would get a priest but they are unfortunately very expensive

so that's why he calls his friend huening kai, over and discusses how much taehyun is bitchless and will remain a bitchless for a long time until the ghost gets fed up and leaves him.

does a salt bath, and regularly drinks holy water to expel any negative energy from his life.

huening kai !

it was the spirit who was stuck in his apartment

so when hyuka was heard about the apartment being rented in a dirt cheap rate he was sprinting

at first the agent was like as long as I get money it's fine with me idk about someone's plates being broken at 3 am, I'll blame it on the cat in this floor

but then he saw hyuka's smile and the man's hidden conscious woke up like no he cannot subject this poor, little, summer, sweet child to a haunted apartment

man's clutching the keys while hyuka tries to pry it out of his hands while grinning so much that his lips were about to fall off

'yk i can get you better house, this house is,'

comes in close to whisper since he really isn't allowed to spill all the secrets

'not nice,'

hyuka stares at him blankly, still not pulling away

'is it cheaper than this one?'

agents pulls away and loosens his grip. guilt forever etched on his heart for letting such calamity befall on a precious human being

hyuka settles in pretty quick, the odd behaviour of the agent already out of his head

but then he starts noticing the odd things in his apartment like his bed made when he rolled out for his morning classes

or his dishes already washed

'its quite unfortunate for the youth of this new digital generation for his first guess to be spirits haunting him,'

that's what taehyun tells him when he shares his experience of the past days

'but bro its true,'

taehyun scoffs like, 'bet'

like yes taehyun has had been haunted before but he truly cannot believe all his ghost friend did was help around the house

truth be told he was salty

like his ghosts sexually harassed him meanwhile hyukas one cook him soup in the morning

the injustice of this world even go further than the living realm

truly set a bad taste in taehyuns mouth

but then he visits hyukas apartment and as his prior roommate he KNOWS

THIS MANS CANT TIDY AFTER HIMSELF

so he's like yes I believe u

and then they discuss the pros and cons of living with a ghost

like taehyun pulls out a whole board and hyuka gets the coffee the ghost has made for him

likes yes the ghost is basically his caretaker but he literally doesn't have any privacy but then again he is livinG THE LIFE

but they decide to exorcise the ghost and call for their friend beomgyu

because a shaman is expensive and priests are judgy

they find some self exorcising books online and read through them before selecting one that had the least amount of expensive ingredients

so beomgyu turns up with a packet salt, two incense and a printed talisman

'and I got a lipstick if your ghost buddy wants to leave a message

taehyun is like bro there's pen and paper

and beomgyu sulks and threaten to leave so they make do with the lipstick for the sake of aesthetic '

they start doing as the instruction stated and start to chanting to expel the spirit

now they don't know if the exorcise worked, or its the presence of beomgyu

beomgyu had accumulated quite the reputation for being a spirit repeller

the ghost had left while leaving a message on his mirror

which was the lost of things he had to take care before saying goodbye

beomgyu cried for 30 mins after seeing that calling hyuka a selfish bitch ass for kicking out such nice people

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO Ⓒ itgirlgyu, feedbacks are always appreciated!!!!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

I’m Your Little Butterfly ~ Hanayama Kaoru x Reader

Idk why I started watching Baki and outright binging it, nor why I fell for Kaoru, Doyle and Baki, but... Well, there it is, lol. I haven’t read the manga, only Kaoru’s spin-offs and watched the whole anime, from Grappler to 2018 and Hanma Baki Son of Ogre, so there are sure to be some mistakes here and there, but let’s play pretend, k? k.

Here, Kaoru, a 15 year old, newly-become Yakuza leader, begins his highschool life and is constantly ‘saved’ by the class rep who tried to stop people from bullying the new-comer while also having trouble dealing with her life.

However, he cannot enjoy these relatively peaceful days as a normal highschool student because his goals and life force him to lead a singular mafia life for the next 5 years, until he receives a meeting he never expected.

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Ahhh, what a pain, Y/N thought to herself as she stepped inside the classroom once again. These guys are such a pain. They keep asking me to be their class rep and take care of them, but they never respect her anyway. Jerks.

Ahead of everyone else in her class, Y/N already knew of the appearance of a new class-mate, and therefore, it was her job to take care of him and all that. God, how she hopes he’s not some wimp or something. Then again, someone with a name like Kaoru might be mistaken for a girl, or teased for that. Ahhh, what a horrible job she has.

She had to be both the first and the last student to get inside that classroom to make sure everything is in check for when the teachers come in. This time, as soon as she opened the door, she saw the gargantuan build of a person sitting in the back of the class. This must be the new kid. Kid...? Yeah, whatever.

“You must be Hanayama Kaoru, our new classmate, yes?” Y/N went in front of him, her visage as stoic and unbothered as always, then she extended her hand towards him to shake. “I am L/N Y/N, the class rep. I’m supposed to introduce you to this school and all that. I, uh... I hope you like it here, I guess, although nobody likes it here anyway.” the boy that looked more like a 30 or 40 year old than anything merely looked at her, and although it seemed as if he wasn’t paying attention, his eyes were boring in to her sharply. “Alright. Uhm... There aren’t really any rules around. Students even carry weapons here and there, myself included, although mine is more of a legacy than anything. Other than that... I’ll make sure these punks don’t bully you and you get comfortable with the classes, the teachers and whatever. Also, here. The change of environment must be difficult for you to handle, so... I didn’t know what you liked, but there you go.” Y/N quickly searched into her school bag and took out a box of chocolates, gifting them to him. Seeing that he didn’t move to take them, Y/N gave an awkward side-smile and left the box on his desk, and moved towards her desk, only for a chair to get nosily dragged against the floor. Hanayama got up, towering over her her petite form as if she was a pomeranian standing next to the Empire States Building - And he bowed respectfully to her - Making her gulp in shock. “Thank you for the warm welcome, please take care of me.” “A-Ah, y-yeah, uhm... Please don’t bow or anything, we don’t really do that. There aren’t really many people worth of respect or something. Ah, man, uhm... You’re already nicer than half of this highschool. Just hang in there this class, okay? Take care.” she never imagined anyone would bow down to her out of nowhere like that just to thank her or something. How weird. “Yeah, dude, no one is worthy of Hellgirl Y/N’s respect!” a bleached-blond boy started ugly-chuckling loudly in his seat. “Do you want it, Mitsuru?” the girl asked, looking at him with the mask-like uncaring face of hers. “Ohhh, having the honour of being the first person to get Hellgirl Y/N’s respect? Sign me in!” Mitsuru stood up with a slouchy jump, walking towards her like a cheeky thug. “Wonderful! How about you learn to tie your shoes first, then even think about stepping in front of me. Dumbass.” she flicked his forehead and went to sit down in her seat, looking out of the window as the teacher came in the room and they all followed the basic procedure.

Y/N didn’t know what kind of evil gods there were out there that they were cursed to have the first class, from 8 AM, on a Monday, Maths, of all things, when she can’t help but fall asleep from tiredness and boredom, but they must have been really bad in a past life to deserve this torture. Or something.

And the next one wasn’t any better, considering they had Physics, of all things, but at least next it’s lunch break so it’s perfect.

“Hey, Kaoru. How did you like your first lessons of today?” Y/N leaned back on his desk, awaiting an answer. “It was fine.” he spoke simply. “Well, if you ever need help, I’m the class rep so I can help. Lucky for this dumbasses, I have top marks in every class. Unlucky for me, I should ask for money worth of how much I’m helping them out. Anyway, we have lunch now. Did you bring something from home or do you want to go to the cafeteria?” she extended her hand to him so he’d follow her. Kaoru got up and followed the girl down the halls to wherever she wanted to go. “I didn’t bring lunch.” he replied. “Ahh, alright, alright. They surprisingly have good bentos at the cafeteria. I can show you a secret place to enjoy lunch without being bothered by a bunch of nosy losers too. Do you have your wallet with you?” she let out an amused exhale. “Not anymore.”  All his replies were deadpan and in the same tone. “What do you mean… Anymore? Did someone steal your wallet?!” she gasped in horror. “I made a donation for Mr. Haga’s return to school.” He answered so innocently. “M-…Mr… Haga…? R-Really…Now…” the girl let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it back with all your money there. Never give away your money for donations, it’s always those delinquents begging for money to get whatever the hell they want.” She tried to explain to him. “I see. Thank you for telling me.” He muttered in understanding, yet it didn’t seem to bother him much.

 They arrived at the busy cafeteria, but Y/N cut off in line, abusing one of the very little privileges she has as a class rep, also guiding the boy with her constantly. “Ma’am, you still have bentos, don’t you?” “Ah, you’re just in luck, we have exactly 2 more left! Here, there you go.” The woman behind the counter hurried to put the nicely packed bento boxes in a bag, telling her the price. “Huh? What’s with that price? It’s like… Four times the regular amount.” Y/N looked petrified at the woman. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I know you’re not doing well with money, but you know the expensive boxes are always the last ones to be taken. You should stop being so generous and altruistic with strangers, even if it’s their first day here. Don’t they always end up giving you trouble anyway? Use that money for your family, you know you work damn hard for it.” This discourse made the girl uncomfortable. “Can’t you put it on the tab or something? You know I always pay the next day-…” Y/N tried to bargain, but the woman shook her head. “I’m sorry, they don’t allow us to give away food on the tab anymore. Mostly because of those delinquents, but many have to suffer because of that too.” The woman looked pitifully at the red haired girl who aggressively ruffled her hair in anger. “Alright, alright, not much that can be done. Here it is, thank you for this. Have a lovely day, ma’am.” Y/N quickly smiled gratefully at the woman as her hand shook, giving away so much money that she desperately needed. “Thank you, Y/N. Ah, Y/N-… Please, stop trying to be so good for all the people who don’t deserve it. It’s not good for your health.” The woman watched the girl with a worried look. “Haha, thank you for the concerns, as always… But have you forgotten? I am the bad guy.” She nonchalantly shrugged, laughing lightly and turning around.

 But hey, it was her job as the class rep to make newcomers feel welcomed and whatever, what the hell, big deal. Y/N carried the bag as she gave a signal to the new kid to follow her up to the roof  where they had a very nice view of the park filled with blooming cherry blossoms and the snowy mountains in the horizon. Locking the door behind them, Y/N jumped the tall fence with ease, getting to sit down at the edge of the school and motioning for the boy to do the same.

He did, albeit, much more awkwardly because of his height and weight, making it bend a bit. It amused Y/N quite a bit as she handed him his food and opened her own bento that she made herself.

“Hope you like it. The expensive one always has the best stuff. She makes them herself at home. Everyone loves her cooking.” The girl spoke so calmly and easy-going now, almost as if she was able to relax now that she was most alone. “I am sorry.” Kaoru spoke all of a sudden as he broke his chopsticks. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?” she frowned at him in confusion. “You don’t have to go that far to make me feel welcomed. I’m not leaving highschool.” He spoke simply. “Ah, come on now, just eat and shut up, I don’t need apologies for something you didn’t do, alright?” the girl looked away awkwardly. She never, in this life, had people apologise or thank her, especially not so genuinely. “Anyway, I’ll get that wallet back for you by the end of the day. I know those two idiots, they always do this to newcomers and first graders like us. I’m sure you’ll realise this soon, but we’re known to be a pretty weak highschool. That’s why everyone thinks it’s okay to go full-delinquent mode and attempt to intimidate others into submission and assert gang dominance. They’re all so stupid and weak. All of them. But they think they can protect the school. They can’t.” She scoffed, annoyed, and continued eating. “Do you have someone to protect this school now?” he asked, surprising Y/N. “…Hehe… There is someone, but they only come out when there’s trouble. They’re not exactly physically strong, but they are a master at sword-fighting. They come from a long line of samurai family.” She chuckled lightly and vaguely. “Interesting. I’d like to meet him.” He grunted suddenly. “Oh. You will, don’t worry. Trouble always roams these places and they have to come out and defend the students.” But sooner than expected, the bell rang, announcing the end of their lunch break and the beginning of the next class. “Come on, we’ve got Biology. The teacher is really nice, you’ll like it.”

  At the end of Kaoru’s first day of school, he felt weird  - Maybe a bit exhausted, in a way he never experienced before – Was this how school was like for everyone? Was this what being a normal student felt like? Oddly enough, it was pretty nice. He kinda liked it. He only wondered if it was only a short-lived bliss or if he will continue enjoying this experience longer.

For some reason unknown even to him, he waited until his class rep finished work around the classroom so they could exit the school together – What surprised him, however, was that, as soon as they got out, someone shouted loudly some apologies and went to kowtow to the ground humbly and desperately.

“O-Oi, Haga, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Y/N crouched to his level, patting his head and sweat-dropping awkwardly. “I’M DEEPLY SORRY, SIR! They didn’t know your identity or family name. We made a huge mistake, you can be the one that will rule the whole school from now on!!” Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, seeing how submissive and afraid this thug was. “Haga, my friend.” Kaoru crouched down to Haga’s level as well. “You can raise your head, it’s okay.” His voice was so calm and nice, bearing no ill-will or anything. “We’re sorry! We’re very sorry!” he continued crying out vigorously. “I’ll never accept back the money or kindness that I give out. I won’t ‘rule’ this school either.” Kaoru confessed as he got up to face the statue behind him. “Come on, Get up, Haga. He forgave you. Or, well… Those friends of yours.” She handed him her hand to help him up. “I’d like to request one more thing, Haga. Don’t ever salute or bow to me in that way again.” The huge boy spoke again as he shook hands with the statue of the founder of the school, easily scrunching it up miserably. “A-Alright… S-Sir…” Haga blinked in shock at the statue’s destroyed hand. In the meantime, Y/N took out all the money from his wallet, handed it to Haga and made sure everything else was put back inside, then handed it to the rightful owner. “Guess you can handle your own.  You don’t really need me.  You’re gonna be fine around here, I can tell.” She gave him a proud smile as she handed back the wallet. “Thank you, Senpai. Please continue guiding me.” He bowed at her for the second time that day, making her blush in embarrassment. “H-Hey, Hanayama, get up, please. Don’t bow to me, I’m nobody important, and besides, we’re about the same age anyway. And I don’t really deserve the title of Senpai, I did nothing to be worthy of being called that by you.” She ruffled her hair, a dreadful habit she has when she’s nervous and unsure of what to say. “Are you not willing to accept me under your wing, Senpai?” he asked, in the same passive voice one again. “… Who am I to deny you, anyway? If the young Yakuza leader wants me to be his Senpai, then it will be my honour. Okay then, leave it to me, I’ll take care of you and help you out if you need anything.” She chuckled much more relaxed and easy-going now, patting the boy’s back. “How did you know who I was?” he asked, confused that an ordinary highschool girl would know about the underground business. “I’m the class rep, it’s my job knowing everything. Do you have any idea how many times I had to get Haga and his silly friends out of trouble? Actually, I don’t know either, I lost count. Anyway, I don’t think you want people around to know about this, or treat you differently, therefore I’ll pretend I don’t know anything. If you came here to learn, and not at home, then it means you want some peace in your life. Well, I hate to break it to you, there will be no peace in highschool. It sucks. But hey, it’s the kind of sucks that everyone goes through, so it should prove to be some fun for you, maybe. It’s your choice how you want to live. So… Yeah. Your Senpai urges you to take it easy and have fun.” She shrugged in the most careless and laid-back manner possible, before going home, leaving the yakuza boy behind, staring after her with unfocused eyes as his mind became pensive, processing over her words.

What could she have possibly meant by that? Why would highschool suck? Isn’t it supposed to be fun? He heard his mother once say it was one of her most favourite times of her life… Could things have changed since then? It hasn’t been that long since she was a highschooler herself, and yet, how could he know for certain? Maybe asking her? Yes, that could work. Surely, she’ll be proud of him for getting a proper education.

Days went by at an alarmingly fast pace, making Kaoru shocked how quick time goes by when you’re busy with school all the time, but this wasted time had a charm to it. Seeing people his age socialize and have fun – He kinda enjoyed it, even though he wasn’t the most approachable or talkative out there – Even seeing this peace, no more adults killing each other and having constant responsibilities on his shoulders – Yeah, it was pretty nice.

Yet somehow, it seemed, his Senpai was constantly surprised by how people actively want to bully him, despite being like a damn Panzer tank compared to their twig-form, yet still, she stood high and proud in front of him, reprimanding anyone who dared approach her kouhai with ill intentions. It was kinda funny, he thought, watching such a small girl defend him from whatever idiot thinks he can take him down. This is highschool, huh?

Yet, even so, through all the things he went through in fights and what-not, he never expected to find his shoes being filled with dead baby mice and a stun-gun. Perhaps this wasn’t the common prank occurrence around because he noticed Y/N getting really angry, yelling and threatening everyone at the changing lockers and actively looking around for Haga and whatever other gang of thugs she keeps under her thumb for information to find out what happened.

“I’m sorry. Not even they have any idea what the hell happened. I’ll find out, soon enough, and when I do, they won’t leave this school alive. I’m gonna string them up by the neck and hang them outside next to the flag pole.” Her threats were so adorably funny and violent that Hanayama could only let out an amused exhale and open the book locker, only to quickly retract his hand. His fingers were bleeding and the edge of the locker door had sharp razors. He didn’t say anything, only looking at the blood drip on the ground and the way the girl’s eyes held flames of anger as she took out her handkerchief and her water bottle to clean the wounds and wrap them up, before turning to the class. “Who was the fuckass who thought it was a smart idea to go against my authority and do all this shit? Go on, get up and face the consequences like the punks that you are. Or are you afraid I’m gonna slice you up into pieces and feed you to the fish?” she threatened everyone with a dark voice that seemed to have an impact on most of the colleagues.

That is, until one of them got up with a crossbow – Yes, a crossbow, of all weapons – And smirked tauntingly, approaching them. “The traps in the shoebox and the blades on the door were quite creative weren’t they? Hey, guys, there are 10 minutes before classes start. I need to discuss something with Hanayama in private and I need everyone OUT!” he yelled the last word to his trembling classmates. “Class rep, are you gonna let our classmates be subjected to violence and become potential innocent bystander victims in our little brawl here?” he mocked the girl. “Get out, all of you. It seems some people need some discipline taught into them the hard way.” The lower her voice became, the darker her aura felt, as she protectively stood in front of the seated Hanayama. “Yes, that’s it, class rep! Show off your authority! You scared everyone with your voice, isn’t that so cool? Look at them running away like a flock of sheep trying to survive against a wolf chasing them. You really think you can protect all of them? How foolish of you. That one doesn’t need your protection, he’s a fucking mafia boss. He could wring your neck like a flower by just blinking at you. How stupid can you be?” he laughed patronizingly at her. “Hanayama Kaoru is a student in the class that I am representing, therefore, he is under my protection. As his Senpai, more than anything, I promised to make sure he’s going to be okay. In this highschool, Hanayama Kaoru isn’t the leader of the Yakuza, but a simple student of MY class 1-A. If anyone has anything against this fact, then go ahead and bark out your worthless complaints to me. I dare you. Or are you afraid my threats will become reality?” Y/N tilted her head to the side menacingly, stepping forward as her grip on the hilt of the katana on her waist tightened. “Wow, Hanayama, to think you’d be the first person L/N respects enough to protect, how amusing! But are you really going to let a woman stand in front of a weapon for you, looking all cool while you just watch?” the guy smirked provokingly at the yakuza boy. “What’s there to fear? You have only one shot with that stupid toy of yours. If you kill me, it’s game over for you and Hanayama will wring your neck like a flower… Or whatever the hell stupid shit you spewed. I bet you don’t even know how to use it. If you wanted to be cool, you should have chosen a rifle, they’re so much better.” The way she smirked made the guy frown and tsk in anger. “Hey, Hanayama. You should be my friend. This is a custom made, state-of-the-art crossbow. It has a 400 Kg tension. That means this little steel arrow will have 200 Kg weight power at impact. Look at how close either of you are to me, if I were to shoot it at you, there’s no way the arrow will get stuck in the body. It will pierce your body, tear it to pieces and suddenly, you will die a violent and painful death. How ain’t that much cooler than a rifle, eh, class rep?” Y/N got so pissed off that she took out her sword and put the tip so quickly under his chin, raising it up so fast, that he couldn’t watch her movements. “You’re so brave, talking like that. But don’t you know people like you are all bark and no bite? This is your last warning. Drop that stupid crossbow of yours and go back to your seat or I’m gonna have your head impaled on the flag pole in all its glory.” The two weapons were touching the other’s bodies, and while the girl was somber and dark, the boy smirked with confidence and smugness. “You’re rather confident, class rep, if not, very foolish! I will drop the crossbow only if Hanayama cries and begs for his life to be spared, otherwise, I’ll make sure I shoot the both of you with one single shot.” Suddenly, with enough noise, Hanayama’s chair was dragged back as he got up, scaring the boy into adverting the point of the crossbow to the bigger boy’s face, as Y/N immediately, with a single move, went behind him with the blade drawing blood from his neck skin. “If you think I won’t do it, you’d better think again! Come on, Hanayama! You’d better stop moving and do as I say, we don’t have all the time in the world to do this. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer, you better start to cry.” “Senpai. Move aside.” Kaoru spoke for the first time since this all happened. “Are you sure…?” she frowned, unsure of his request. He merely nodded, and the girl, defeated, sighed and took the blade from the boy’s neck, sheathing it back and hopping to sit on a desk and watch the show as Hanayama unbuttoned his jacket, showing off a huge variety of weapons that he has hidden all over his body, which ultimately, made the girl jaw-drop in awe, while the stupid boy could only sweat bullets and tremble. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALWAYS UNARMED!” “All these are real.” Neither his face or voice seemed to change in any way, despite the provocation. “I KNOW THAT, YOU IDIOT! I’M A WEAPON COLLECTOR! … Gah… A shotgun, a handgun, katana… Grenades too… What the hell is all that for?!” he was getting more and more anxious by the second. “You must feel uneasy using that trinket over there. I have more powerful weapons at home, but this is all that I have on me now. Here take them.” Kaoru took out the massive amount of weapons and threw them on the ground for that nameless idiot to take. “I carry them when I have to fight against students.” “Y-You carry all these… W-When you have to fight against other students…?!” the grip on the crossbow was already so lax, it almost fell completely. “Yes, but I don’t use them. Those are for the other guys.” Hanayama stated as he sat down on the ground with his back facing the enemy. “Use whatever you want, I won’t block or move. Shoot or strike until you’re satisfied. Once you’re done… It’s going to be… My turn.” The way he said it was so dark and menacing, but all Y/N could do was stare in admiration at that tattoo sprawled all over his back – Tattoo that looked a million times better with the addition of all those scars on his skin. “N…N…N-No…W-Well… I-It’s okay, it’s… It’s… I-I’m so sorry… I’m…” he dropped that crossbow on the ground and he started ugly sobbing as Kaoru suddenly turned around and grabbed the shotgun. “PLEASE DON’T KILL ME! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!” “Then help me pick them up. I need to put them away before I get in trouble.” This comment, as Kaoru started carefully picking up everything, made the girl laugh loudly and get off the desk, slamming a chair on the handle of the door and getting on her tippy-toes, leaning back on the door so the small window in it would get blocked and  nobody could see inside the classroom. “Hurry up, there’s barely 2 minutes left before class starts.” Y/N smirked down at them as she watched them shuffling around aimlessly.

Thankfully, though, they managed to get everything in order just in time, as if nothing happened and the class went on as usual. Y/N had to admit, she hadn’t had such fun in quite a while. Hanayama really was a nice addition to this place, despite all the troubles that come and go because of all the idiots who think they can take him on. And that wasn’t even the first time that it happened, but Y/N can’t be around him constantly, threatening them, so this was a way to ease her worries – Even though it didn’t. She was the class rep and everything was a complete chaos everywhere, but no matter how frustrating that was, he found it was a rather frequent occurrence. When there was no King, everyone around tried to fight and there was nothing anyone could do.

The only thing he could do was be himself and occasionally ask his Senpai to get a coffee with him at the café as a way to apologise – It never worked, though, as she never accepted his apologies. He was innocent, after all, so why should he feel sorry for something he can’t control?

Hanayama thought, however, that the worst he’d see around were bullies, delinquents and thugs at most, especially after that crybaby crossbow kid thought it was funny and smart to threaten him, and instead, got the scare of his life, but one evening, as he walked out of the school with Y/N and Haga and his gang, who became friends, chatting here and there – It was so nice and light-hearted, he though. But suddenly they got stopped by another gang with knives and creepy smirks, wanting to rob them, most likely. Well, that wasn’t the case, Kaoru realized very quickly, as he watched Haga’s friends all hiding behind him, despite how nervous he was. “Yoo, you’re those weaklings from X highschool, aye? Show me who your leader is, I wanna beat him up and take over the school. Is it you, mate? They hide behind you like that, but you have such a scared mug that I think you’re gonna piss your pants soon.” The leader of the other gang wiggled the knife around carelessly – It was pathetic, Hanayama thought, and he expected to see Haga step up and protect the school – He said he was the one to rule the school, right?

Much was his shock, though, when he watched the petite girl with them groan, pissed off, and stepped forwards, her hand leisurely laying on her katana. “I heard you wanna take over my highschool. Wanna fight to death over it?” she smirked confidently, only to get laughed at by the other thugs who mocked her. “Ohhh, little missy found a weapon and she thinks she’s scary? Yeah, scary like a cute, little kitten! Ha! Hey, how about we have fun with her – I get her first – But sure, missy, if ya wanna fight, I’ll show you some respect.” He grinned pervertedly as he stepped forward, and now, in the middle of the street, it was just a two of them, staring at each other as if it was a showdown. “So? To the death? Tell me, otherwise I won’t bother. My and the school’s honour is at stake, after all.” She taunted the guy who tsked and spit on the ground, getting in a fighting position. “Fine, if that’s what you want, I’ll kill you first then we’ll take turns fucking your dead body—“ but he wasn’t able to finish speaking that ugly sentence, as the girl was already behind him, his torso sliced open with a single cut that was much too fast for most of them to see. “Come again? Tell me, what were you going to do to me?” she mocked him as she kicked his legs so he’d fall pitifully to the ground. “I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY, I WAS WRONG, I’LL NEVER TRY TO FIGHT YOU AGAIN! PLEASE, MERCY, MERCY!” he groveled pitifully on the ground, clinging on her leg, only for her to kick him in the face and crouch to his level, snatching away the knife from his hands. “To the death, we said. Go on, slice your stomach open, commit seppuku. If you won’t, I will do it for you. And you won’t like it.” She played with the knife in her hand so leisurely, Hanayama thought she was a gangster herself since birth. “MERCYYY! I BEG OF YOU, SPARE ME, PLEASE!” he cried out, only for those shouts to be stopped by his own knife plunged in the stomach and dragged side ways. He couldn’t even scream anymore, he just fell to the ground and had to watch as Y/N wiped the blood from her katana in the crook of her flexed arm, the same way samurai would when killing an opponent. “You only fight an opponent you know you can win against. It’s your fault you wanted to fight to death. I merely bid my promise. Now, you… Who’s next? You said you wanted to take turns with me. Go on, I’m waiting. My sword is thirsty.” She grinned at them, her head held back, scaring them. Instead, all those left over guys ran away as if Yujiro Hanma himself was running to kill them – How pitiful and weak – She thought to herself as she chuckled and sheathed back her sword, walking in front of Haga. “Yo. What would you do without me?” she grinned teasingly, flicking his forehead. “Haha… Really… I don’t know what our school would do without Hellgirl Y/N to take care of us. Sorry for the trouble.” Haga hung his head, smiling awkwardly and scratching the back of his head. “Haga. The problem is… BLOOD STAINS!” she cried out dramatically .”Do you have any idea how long it takes to get off the blood off white clothes?! It’s outright hell!” “Well… At least it makes you look cool.” Haga muttered, as they all started laughing as leisurely as before. “Yeah, totally. Question is… What the hell are we gonna do with the dead guy?” she asked, crossing her arms to her chest. “I’ll take care of it.” Kaoru spoke, impressed by the girl’s skill. He realized it was something dubious about the way she spoke about the person taking care of the school, not to mention, the way she carries that sword everywhere, but that? That was impressive. Even he had some trouble keeping up with her speed. “Oh? As expected, I have the most reliable kouhai in the world. Haga, be jealous!” she nudged the delinquent leader who could only chuckle nervously.

Hanayama, as he watched the others chat and talk, thought at her title of Hellgirl Y/N and Class rep, and he came to the conclusion that, somehow, he doubts all class reps go so far and beyond for their school and classmates the way she does. Why does she do it, though? She has no responsibility over them the same way he does over his Yakuza associates. Hell, they aren’t even all that nice to her, anyway, and more, she tries to keep up this bad guy persona, as if that was true, and yet, it was the farthest thing away from the truth.

He really didn’t understand it, but somehow, the respect for his Senpai grew and he realized he wanted to begin working more and more, the way he does.

 Soon, he’d see, the school, found that perhaps adding a teacher who would beat up students would be the best way of controlling everyone, as Y/N’s authority was way too lax and there still were rule-breakings, of minor and major value. And that’s how, for the past few days, a jerk of a teacher was awaiting every student at the entrance of the school and hitting them if there was something he disliked about them. One victim was Takayama, who had bleached hair and was being forced by the teacher to dye it a normal colour otherwise a slap on the ass and face won’t be the last thing he gets – He will get a punch in the face this time.

Hanayama watched as he walked next to Y/N inside the school grounds and saw this unfolding in front of them. The next victim was a girl who had her skirt too short, as he says, and he slapped her so powerfully that she started crying and shaking.

“Your skirt is way too short, it may distract other male students!” he yelled at her, as she couldn’t keep herself from sobbing as he creepily bent down to her level. “You’re a pretty girl. I will hate myself if you force me to slap you on the face.” This pissed off Y/N so much more than any silly classmate of hers who would just openly defy her or Hanayama for the lolz. “HEY! What the HELL do you think you’re doing?! What the hell kind of misogynistic fuckass are you?! You don’t deserve to be a teacher, go to hell! You have NO right talking like that to an underage girl! And you have no authority over the way someone looks or has their uniform, as long as its within the accepted rules by the school!” Hanayama already knew about this teacher came over with a permission to violence, thanks to Y/N informing him in advance. Knowing the class rep had its perks, after all. “Oh? You’re the class rep, aren’t you? Isn’t it your fault the school is in such disarray? It’s your fault I was called over to instill some discipline into these guys. But no wonder they’re all misbehaving, look at how YOU look. Red hair, short skirt, accessories – Who are you trying to seduce, anyway? Is this why you let all the girls get away with it? So the boys will get their heads in the mud and underperform in class?” he smirked down at her condescendingly. “It’s their own fault if they don’t know their priorities and can’t control their urges. If they choose to think with the wrong head, good for them, but it’s nobody else’s fault but theirs and theirs alone. Besides… What the hell do you have against my hair anyway?! It’s how I was born! Does it look to you like I’m 100% Japanese? Because I’m not. Now gimme a break and fuck off.” Even though the grip on her sword tightened, she knew she couldn’t draw a blade against a teacher, and this jerk seemed to be aware of that as he snatched away her katana and threw it far away on the ground before slapping her face to hard she fell to the ground. “Devil’s advocate, aren’t you, but when it comes to protecting their rights, without that silly toy of yours, you are nothing but a weak and frail woman that could be stomped on with such ease. Give up. Everyone is watching, are you going to let yourself be humiliated for their sport?” he laughed at her, watching as she got up, looking at him with cold eyes. “Is that the best you can do? Really? You call yourself such a strong man, but all you have is your fist and way too many privileges. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you go against the defenseless. What, you think you’re some God or something? That permit of yours is going to get revoked very soon, after all the complaints received already. Go on, enjoy your last moments of bliss when you get to be King in your own makeshift fantasy.” Her chin was up, talking phlegmy at him, intentionally provoking him. “Y/N, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!” she could hear some of her colleagues shouting from the windows as they were watching with their hearts in their throats. “You’re the worst, you know that, don’t you, class rep? You intentionally provoke the worst out of people, and when they can’t hold it anymore and go all out, you place the blame on them. You’re such a bad guy, no matter how much you want to play innocence and righteousness.” He walked in front of her and slapped her other cheek even harder now, making her fly to the ground, this time, facing the sky. Y/N looked up at the passing clouds almost lifelessly, as she let out a disgusted huff and got up, spitting some blood on the ground, realizing her lip was busted. “Dude… My mother has dementia and Alzheimer, she beats me up almost daily… You think those slaps mean anything to me? You’re just some weakling begging to be recognized by some big fists, that’s all you are. Nobody is going to respect you if you go on like this. But tell me, what kind of satisfaction would you have beating up a defenseless person who just lays there on the ground and takes it? Venting your frustrations? Throwing away all those reprised inferiority complex problems? How pathetic. You. Are. Disgusting.” Her cold eyes held no ounce of fear, yet no life or joy, nor anger or hatred, as she watched the frown on the teacher’s face. “Pathetic. You are, by far, the worst class rep in history.” He tsk’ed, annoyed, only to get his attention shifted by Hanayama who walked to him and bowed, greeting him as you do to all teachers. “Heh! You’re always so confident. I know your trick. You like to walk tall and strong, now, of all times, to get my attention away from your little friend. You look down on everyone but not because you are powerful or wealthy, or smarter than the rest. You intimidate everyone with this – That stupid cross shaped scar across your face – Isn’t it? I don’t know how it happened and I don’t care, but I’m a fighting expert and I can tell right away, if that happened in a fight, you simply couldn’t defend yourself and got careless. That scar simply shows that your lack of a good defense landed you in making a mistake and paying for you.” The jerk teacher continued to berate the poor kid, yet he didn’t shift in any way. “From my perspective, you got careless and got cut like that. There’s no mystery or trick in it for me. I don’t fear you because of the scare tactic you use, but inflating your ego and telling stories about you, that’s not cool, Hanayama. People don’t like swindlers. The most dangerous student in Japan… What would you do if a teacher were to crush that rumour? Wouldn’t that be the most dangerous teacher in japan too?” the disgusting grin on his creepy face really angered Y/N. “You’re so full of shit the toilet’s jealous. You could never win against Hanayama.” She insulted him, yet he merely laughed. “Having a little girl protect you, Hanayama? How pathetic.” The teacher laughed in his face. “You are correct, sir.” Kaoru’s comment made Y/N gulp. “Well, what can you do. You attack people when you know you can win, but when you know defeat is certain, you take no time running with your tail between your legs. I expected a little more of the mighty and legendary Hanayama Kaoru. Hah! If someone has to make you submit to discipline, that person has to be me…” the teacher smirked so confidently. “What a nice pair of shoes. Your parents must be rich. Yeah, those look good on you, your family must be proud. You surely are a tiger that has earned his stripes already. Let’s talk about something different. Your pants are too long, they look kinda scruffy.” “Yes, the larger size pants don’t fit me, so I had to special order.” However, before Kaoru could finish talking, the teacher punched him in the stomach, yet the boy didn’t flinch. Instead, the teacher got flustered. “Y-You must still live with your parents… Wh-What kind of family are they…? What did they do to you…? Ah… ARE YOU A YAKUZA?!” the teacher shrieked at him. “Teacher, you…” but, as he talked, the teacher fell on the ground in a crouch, protecting his head defensively. “Teacher, you are correct.” He said, helping the teacher up.

As everyone cheered, the teacher admitted defeat and Y/N could only smile proudly at the boy – So easily, he managed to get most people like him – Literally, by doing nothing but being himself – And maybe having the build of an indestructible tank, but the facts still stand.

Despite the win, she felt defeated and lost all wish to live – Not that it was something new, she felt that way whenever she went home and had to see the huge mess there – She could only sigh and hang her head, turning away from there. However, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulders, and looking at the person behind, it was none other than her kouhai, handing her back her sword.

“Take it. I don’t deserve it.” She muttered, looking away. “Yes, you do.” He argued back, bowing to the girl and offering the sword with both his sword. “Get up already. I told you never to do that again. I told you, just keep it. He was right, I’m the worst class rep in history. That sword… I don’t deserve it. I’m not a warrior, nor a protector. You are.” She put her hands on his shoulder, using all her force to try to get him to stand straight. “You protected your classmates and me all this time. Please continue doing so. Every person, no matter how weak or strong, if they find something to protect, they become warriors. Take it back.” Kaoru extended his hands towards her once again, and with an exhausted sigh, she nodded and  gingerly took back her sword, putting it back at her waist. “Alright… Alright, let’s go to classes, we’re late anyway.” She muttered, crossing her arms to her chest, walking in front of him, her long hair covering her face. “H-Hey, u-uhm… Class rep?” the girl who previously got slapped by the teacher came meekly in front of her. “I, uhm… I wanted to thank you… For defending me. Not even my boyfriend dared go against that guy, but you did. Thank you.” As soon as she finished talking, the girl threw her arms around Y/N, hugging her, making her go stiff in shock. “I-I-I… U-Uhm…” Y/N’s bottom lip trembles nervously, not sure what to say, as more girl and some of her thug friends came by, surrounding her and thanking her for being so cool and defending their rights when no one else dared to. “Y-You’re… W-Welcome…” she managed to croak out in a weak voice, hanging her head so nobody could see that she was on the verge of tears. “Any time.” After that, they continued on with their regular lives as they always had, for the longest of time. It almost seemed like no bad thing would happen again in that highschool of theirs, and Y/N went back to hitting the delinquents on the back of their heads with the hilt of the sword, it seemed like the most casual and normal occurrence there could be for these teenagers. Hanayama, too, really began to enjoy this school life and everything it brought along the way.

Y/N, however, seemed to have worse and worse days, and it was visible from her tired face, her getting late to school, the slightly disheveled way she looked and how she didn’t seem to be as focused as always, hell, even falling asleep in class a few times. If people noticed, they didn’t say anything. That’s how it was, after all. She didn’t have any friend except for maybe Kaoru, but how long can she keep up being strong all the time when everything works against her and she has no energy to keep on going. She wouldn’t even accept going to the café with him anymore, under pretexts of having to work or not having any money to spend.

Already half a year passed and it was getting colder, just like her expressions. Kaoru was worried, although, he didn’t really understand why. It was a weird feeling that he couldn’t tell apart, but still, something inside him was irking and made him want to act somehow. That is, until the girl herself went to him and she seemed to be clouded by something, and in a whole other world of her own as she pinched his sleeve and guided him out of the school, only to see they were in the park, all alone, only them two and the lights from the lamp posts. Hanayama watched as the girl opened and closed her mouth continuously, forcing herself to speak, but being unable to for whatever reason, until finally, she acted and bowed to the ground in front of him, shocking the poor boy out of his wits.

“Kaoru… I… I need to ask for a favour and you’re the only one who can help me. Please, I beg of you, accept it.” She groveled desperately on the ground. “Senpai… Don’t bow to me.  You are my superior.” He crouched to her level, trying to get her up, but she didn’t budge. “We’re not in school anymore, therefore I’m not your superior in any way. Kaoru… I need help. I need money for mum’s brain surgery. She’s getting worse and worse and I don’t know how long can she keep going without it. I can’t get enough money on my own with the small wage I get by working. Hell, I can barely keep taking care of 5 other people and paying the taxes and all that shit all by myself, and I don’t know what else to do anymore. If mother dies, there’s no way our grandparents will be able to keep custody of us because they don’t get a pension and me and my little sisters are going to get separated and put into orphanages and my grandparents will rot in the house alone, sick and with no money or food to go by. Please, Kaoru, I don’t know what to do. Please help me out.” For the first time since he began his school life, he saw the girl show her emotions – What she really felt, what tormented her every second of her existence – And he realized, despite how tragic his family life was, he wasn’t the only one in the world suffering. She faked being alright so easily that he didn’t realise that she had any problem, except for that time when she admitted being abused by her mentally ill mother. “Senpai, please, get up.” His grip on her was gentle, and this time, he managed to get her standing, but she didn’t dare raise her head, yet he could see the tears going down her face as she tried to bite her lip into not sobbing and appearing weak. “I will help you. Don’t worry. Just take care of your mother and I will take care of the rest.” His hands were on her arms, squeezing lightly to reassure her. “Thank you…” she managed to whisper before, much to his shock, he found himself being hugged by the girl crying into his chest and thanking him repeatedly as if she was a broken record. “Don’t thank me. It is my wish to help you as you’ve helped me. This is the only way I can.�� He spoke, patting her head lightly, remembering the way his mother used to do for him when he was upset. “Let me show you the family you’ll be helping. You should know where your money is going, after all, it’s only fair. I just… Hope you won’t regret it by the time you see it.” She stepped back, grasping his hand gingerly and guiding him towards her home, all whilst he remained completely silent.

There, the girl was welcomed so nicely by her mother who hugged her and kissed her forehead, telling her how she missed her, asking if she had a nice day at school and if she was getting along well with the other classmates. He watched as Y/N merely nodded and answered positively, as if nothing was going on, only to hear a loud smacking noise and her stumbling to the side. Her mother was now hysterically shrieking at her in such a shrill voice that it almost felt as if his eardrums were ruptured.

Two more people, elderly, came out to drag the mother back inside the house, and in turn they blamed Y/N for the mother acting in such a way, saying it’s all her fault that she’s not working hard enough to provide for them. They called her a whore begging for money from another man. And she took it all with the same straight mask-like face that never changed whenever he’d look at her. Her sisters then came out as well, complaining they didn’t have whatever silly luxury they were dreaming of, and that, once again, was all Y/N’s fault.

Hanayama already felt his head bursting in pain from all the noise and chaos going on, he could only imagine going through all this mess every day, without fail. No wonder she felt so pressured and stressed all the time, nobody could get out of there completely sane.

Finally, they all went back inside the run down house and Y/N fell to the ground, looking up at the cloudy sky as it slowly began to rain. It was cold, and she was still dressed in that light school uniform, but she seemed to completely disregard everything around her.

Taking a deep breath, Hanayama nodded to himself and sat down next to the girl, not caring that his uniform would get all muddy and gross. Instead, he took his jacket off and covered the girl, shielding her from the cold water droplets.

“If I were you, I’d regret helping such a fucked up family. Family… This is not a family. They treat me like I’m some working donkey. It’s driving me crazy. I hate it. It’s like a never-ending cycle and there’s no way of escaping it.” She confessed, feeling a bit more relieved now that she spoke out what she was feeling, for the first time in her life. “Even so, I’d be helping you out, that’s all that matters to me.” He replied to her sincerely. “You’re too good for this world, Kaoru. Really, you are. No matter what anyone else says, this is the truth.” She muttered, hugging her knees to her chest. “I am the leader of the Yakuza. Your faith in me is misplaced.” He looked away, unsure of what to say. “So what if you’re the leader of the Yakuza? Do you think you’re evil? Because you’re not. Look at all the kindness you showed to everyone at school. People really love you, you know. There are people among Haga’s gang that want you to recruit them… And there are girls who want to be your girlfriends. An evil man wouldn’t be getting such popularity and love from everyone, he’d be feared and the others would keep their distance from him. You may look intimidating and scary at a first glance… And that’s because hey, it’s true, you have the ability to kill by just blinking, that’s how strong you are. But you never even lifted a finger against anyone, no matter how they provoked you. You earned their respect and appreciation and you didn’t even realise that. You silly, clueless boy.” She let out a dry huff of amusement, watching the boy turn his head to look at her with wide, shocked eyes. “I… Don’t know what to say.” He muttered, looking down, blinking in confusion. “Nothing. You don’t have to say anything. Just accept the truth as it is. You’re a nice person, you deserve to be happy. Even if it may not be too straightforward as it should be, it’s the little things that make us smile. I’ve never seen you smile before. You should.” She spoke so easily and nonchalantly that it made Kaoru feel confused, his mind and heart fighting each other for reasons unknown. “You don’t smile either.” He retorted right back, making her chuckle and nod in agreement. “I smile when I’m with you, you just don’t see it.” Her words made the boy completely shut down. This… This wasn’t something that he could take on alone. This was something he couldn’t handle alone. He needed help. Kizaki. Yes, he needed Kizaki. “You will catch a cold if you stay longer in the rain.” He muttered, not sure how to reply to the previous comment from her. “It’s fine. What’s the worst that could happen, anyway? I just get a cold, it will go away sometime. But I don’t always get the time to talk like this to my kouhai, you know?” she smiled lightly, averting her sight up to the sky. “Tell me, how can I repay you for you kindness? It can be anything, I don’t care, I will do it. I won’t take no for an answer, so don’t bother saying that.” “…Fine. There is something I might need. I have a business meeting soon and I need a Geisha. I’m not asking you to be one, but if you can play any instrument and pour tea and sake, I’d appreciate it being someone I have trust into.” He spoke, a bit embarrassed by this. “Is that all? I can play the zither, if it’s fine with you.” She pointed out easily. “It is fine. I… Also need help with something else.” He spoke, before getting dark and hanging his head. “I need help studying. Kizaki saw my report card and scolded me.” “Ahhhh-… Ahahaha. Yeah, sure, that’s perfect. You should have asked me sooner, you know I told you that. Tell me when and where and I’ll do whatever you need me for.” As she said that, somehow, something inside him stirred, and unconsciously, he felt a weird desire of wanting to see the girl more often. “Thank you, Y/N-Senpai.” He nodded his head at her, only to see her chuckle cutely at him, much more relaxed than usual. “Anything for my little kouhai.” She said-… Little? She said little? What the hell is little about him? What a peculiar girl.

The next day, Y/N’s mother was rushed to the hospital for that surgery which, unfortunately, didn’t help much and soon, she died. This, in turn, made the sisters become separated and taken into an orphanage, while the grandparents were sent to an elder’s home.

That left Y/N, who went to get a document of emancipation, have the small and shabby house all to herself. That meant, any money she got, she wouldn’t have to throw it around for others and she could finally get new clothes and get rid of the old and patched up ones. Even better, she could finally afford to eat an ice-cream without feeling regret or guilt that she didn’t give that to her little sisters.

She felt nothing at all being separated from her family. Instead, she felt happy. For the first time, she went to school with a clear head and a vague smile on her face. She was glowing with a certain kind of freedom and relief and for that, Hanayama was happy, even if he didn’t expect things to get in that direction.

Winter break began soon after and the girl told him to do what students do and have fun doing whatever he wanted – And, unfortunately, he did just that – Only to realise the next day he had school and had done none of that homework, nor did he study for his upcoming exams and he felt quickly overwhelmed by the amount of work he was piled under.

That night, she was supposed to come over and help him out with studying and he realized… He was getting slightly nervous. This foreign feeling was bugging him, especially that he didn’t feel this way even before a tough fight, but this was completely different.

He talked previously with Kizaki, had him prepare everything, from a variety of foods to snacks and drinks and had him hype him up for that meeting.

Unfortunately for him, he was still a teenage boy, no matter how he tried to deny that, and sometimes, things didn’t go as planned. Not that he would ever allow it to be shown, clearly.

“Young Master, Miss Y/N has arrived.” Kaoru broke his pencil by mistake from surprise as he turned around in his chair to look at the girl entering the room. It was the first time he saw her in civilian clothes, and now, seeing her dressed so nicely, so elegantly, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful, with her long red hair cascading past her shoulders to gracefully, her emerald eyes sparkling with life and a gentle calm that he hasn’t seen before in her, the black jeans and black turtleneck showing off her figure so nicely and the way the golden accessories she was wearing made the whole look give off such a mature finesse… It wasn’t easy for him to keep composure. “Aren’t you going to greet your Senpai, Kaoru?” she gave him a teasing smile, raising her hand to her lips, a glint of playful mischief in her eyes. “Sorry. Hello, Senpai.” He got up from his chair and guided her to her chair next to him at the study desk. “Alright, tell me what’s the problem.” She spoke, sitting in the chair and turning to look at him. “… I haven’t done anything all the holiday and tomorrow morning I have to hand the homework in, and the next week we have exams.” He spoke, not meeting her eyes. “Pfff… Hehehehe… So you really are just a regular highschool student after all. How cute.” She leaned on the desk, barely able to stop herself from grinning teasingly at him. “Welp, you came to the right person. I have done everything by now already, so this should be easy peasy. Although… The workload is not light, we’ll be staying here the whole night without breaks, most likely.”  She smirked, extending her hand to get the book on top of the pile. “English? Nah, too easy, let’s get the big guns out and go to maths. Come on, Boss, show me how you count the shitload of money you get.” She then took out her own notebooks from the bag and opened the maths one, then took out Kaoru’s own Maths book and put it in the middle of them, going to the first problem. “Alright.” He visibly got a bit worried as he started reading the first question, the pen gripped stiffly in his hand. He copied down the long equation and stared down at it. And it stared back at him as he had no idea what to do. “You don’t know where to start, do you? I can understand why, it’s trailed over two lines of an A4 notebook. Okay, first, you have to know that, with these kinds of equations, you begin right in the middle of it, like you’re cutting a snake in two. You take it apart by calculating first what’s in the round brackets. Then, when there’s a single number left in all the round brackets, you turn the straight brackets into round ones and the accolades into straight brackets and continue calculating. When you’re done with those too, you turn the remaining straight brackets into round ones and finish them all. Does that make sense?” Y/N asked as she patiently explained all the basic maths concepts to him. “Yes.” He grunted, however, he copied down the equation half-way, only to stop as soon as he drew the first round bracket. “Are you not familiar with fractions and multiplications?” she asked, a bit shocked that he wasn’t used to such basic math as he shook his head. “Alright, hold on, let me do something for you.” She muttered as she ripped out a few pages and began writing down all the basic multiplications from 1 to 10, and then in reverse, the fractions, then went to write the powers of all the easy to remember numbers and put the sheets in front of him to follow easily as she took a pencil to show him each time where to look. With some guidance, and the help of his tutor when it came to more difficult calculus, he finally managed to get the first problem done.

A whole hour passed. Damn, was he ashamed of performing so poorly, especially in front of her, who has top marks.

“Hey, do you drink coffee?” she asked all of a sudden, and seeing the boy nod, she smiled at him. “Can I have one? Strong, but with some milk and lots of sugar. If we’re gonna be here all night, might as well be energized.” “Alright, I’ll tell Kizaki in a second.” As he got up to search for his comrade, Y/N took his pen and began quickly writing down and easily finishing some of the more complex problems there were, knowing it will be a huge hassle to explain, so she’d rather have everything prepared in advance and only then explain to him all the steps she took to reach the final answer, even though he may not get to do it again that night. After all, it really was a lot of homework and only about 12 hours to complete everything… If they don’t fall asleep, that is.

She didn’t realise how focused she was on completing the problems fast and correctly, blocking everything around her, that she didn’t even hear the door open or head Hanayama get back inside and speaking to her, until he put his hand on her shoulder, making her jump in her seat, squeaking in shock and the pen falling out of her hand.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” the boy asked, feeling guilty watching as the girl was panting and her eyes were still wide as if she was a frightened fawn. “No, no, you didn’t, you just startled me, it’s my fault. Anyway, here. I know it’s not really the best go-to method to learn, but if we’re being realistic, even if you know how to do everything, it will take more than 12 hours to finish everything, so let’s get you to understand the basic, have all the homework completed and when it comes to the more difficult stuff, I’ll do it and explain it to you another time. It’s all just time management. Is that alright?” she explained, getting in her seat and allowing him to take his own. “I understand. Thank you for your help.” He nodded in appreciation, sitting down in his seat and taking the pen. “Kizaki will be coming soon with the coffee.” “Wonderful! Okay, so, let’s go on with the next exercise, okay? Here’s how it goes…” and she began explaining the concept, helping him out along the way, guiding him and what not. They barely even noticed Kizaki’s presence as he arrived with the coffee – However, the man watched with a smile on his face as his Young Master was working so diligently and attentively along with this miss whom he called his Senpai and about whom he even asked for advice. Young love really is beautiful, pure and innocent, he thought, as he watched the two being glued together, with the girl being able to do something he was never able to – Get his Master relaxed while being so focused on his school work. That, in itself, was a huge feat, especially as it was his worst nightmare – Maths – And he got reminded of his mother, poor soul, not only a widow now, but also terminally ill, but in her prime, she was such a sweet and loving person, taking care of the Young Master so nicely.

There was only so much Kizaki and the rest of the loyal crew could do to give the Master the family, love and nurturing a child should have at his age – Because yes, most people, sometimes even he himself – Forget that the Young Master is merely 15 years old.

If only the Mistress knew he was struggling with a crush now, she’d be so happy and proud of her beloved son.

Hours passed, they finished Maths and went to English, and when they were done with that, they went to Chemistry and Physics. Kaoru was getting tired, but somehow, he still went on – But the same couldn’t be said about the girl who, much to his surprise, fell asleep in the weirdest, most uncomfortable position there was.  Her small legs were stretched over his lap, claiming she went completely numb from sitting so many hours on the chair, and her body was twisted, hovering over the desk, her elbow propped on the table as her head was leaning on her fist and her hair was covering most of her face, hence why Kaoru didn’t even realise she was asleep, save for her getting rather quiet all of a sudden.

He could only smile and brush her hair aside, allowing her to sleep. She deserved it very much, after all.

Hanayama continued on with the homework, only to be startled by a phone suddenly ringing. It must have been Y/N’s, he thought, as he watched the girl let out a yelp and fall to the ground before cursing, shocked at what happened. Only then, did she realise she fell asleep. Poor girl, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her.

Sighing, she pouted, dragging herself to her bag and took out the phone, slumping back in her chair and propping her feet up on Kaoru’s back rest, yawning and ruffling her hair. “Yeeees~?” she asked in a sleepy voice. “Y/N! I’m so glad you’re still awake, I was afraid I woke you up.” The voice of a girl came from the other end of the phone. “Ah… No, it’s fine, I wasn’t asleep. What’s the problem, Aki?” as soon as he heard the girl mention the other’s name, Kaoru stiffed a bit. “W-Well… You know… Valentine’s Day is approaching and, uhm… I kinda want to confess to someone. I don’t know what to do.” The other girl spoke in a shaky voice, trembling from emotion and embarrassment. “Do you know if he likes you, or is at least interested in you? Or you just like him from afar and you want to get his attention?” oh no, Hanayama thought, why was she talking about such things around him? It wasn’t good for him. Not only that, he could also hear what the other girl was saying. “No, I… I never really talked to him… B-But, Y/N, you’re always around him, you’re his Senpai, and, I-I mean… His the only man in the school that you respect, that means he’s a really great man, right? He’s also so strong and popular… You know…” the girl rambled on and on, only to be stopped by Y/N’s shocked gasp. “You want to confess to Hanayama?!” she was wide awake now, and unfortunately, so was he. Poor boy was so embarrassed by now. “Y-Yes…” Aki muttered softly. “Well, if you like him, go ahead and confess, or wait until Valentine’s to give him a box of chocolates and all that jist. He likes sweets, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.” Y/N smirked teasingly at Kaoru as he hung his head in shame. “Y/N, can you ask him if he likes me? I… I don’t really want to be rejected, you know.” the girl sighed pitifully. “I understand you, Aki, trust me, I do. Thing is, I am his Senpai, and that means I take care of him. I want to know if you really like him, or if you’re just in it for the popularity and stuff, like his other groupies.” Kaoru’s heart was beating so fast now watching the red head next to him smirk at him while also teasing the other girl so shamelessly. “W-Well… Listen, I gotta tell you something and you have to tell me if it’s true or not. I heard that Ayaka tried to confess to Hanayama-kun before.” Aki spoke, making Y/N slap her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. “Ayaka confessed to Hanayama?!” she gasped, making Kaoru hide his face with his hands. “Yes! Didn’t you hear that?!” Aki exclaimed immediately. “Not at all! Go on, tell me, how did it go?!” Y/N urged her friend to speak as she tried to pry away the hands from Kaoru’s face so she could tease him more. “Awful, she says! Can you believe it? She says that he accepted but… But then he… He asked if she knew what was going to happen if they are together, and she said yeah, of course, they were going to have sex at some point, right? I mean, about everyone in the highschool is hung over that thought, right?” Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes in mild annoyance at her friend. “Yeah, sure, of course Ayaka would think of that before anything else. That’s all she thinks about since she couldn’t get it on with Kazu some months ago. Anyway, go on, what happened next?” Y/N hurried the girl, shifting in a more comfortable position as she still tried to get him by the wrist. “But I was dating Kazu some months ago! … Gosh, that bitch, no wonder she said all those things about Hanayama-kun, she lost her chance and didn’t want others to try! You won’t believe what she said! She said Hanayama-kun pulled down his pants and… You know… Showed her his… His… You know!” at this point, Y/N’s hand left his own and instead, his eardrums kinda got ruptured by her loud laugh and wheezing. She was literally crying from laughter so hard that she started coughing. He has never seen her face being so expressive, in a positive manner. In a way, he liked it. In another way, he hated that he was the reason behind this laughter. “I don’t believe you, Aki! I don’t! Not even Ayaka is stupid enough to say something like that.” Y/N let down her head, dragging her hand down her face to calm herself down. “I’M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH! She said Hanayama-kun took off his pants to show her his dick and then asked her if she could handle it!” oh no. No. No. No. Kaoru wanted to hit his head so hard on the nearest wall that he’d fall unconscious on the ground and never wake up. Especially watching Y/N laugh like that, it was humiliating. Although… Maybe he should have gone smarter about rejecting that girl. He didn’t imagine anyone would be talking about this. He screwed up big time. “And? What did she say? Can she handle him?” Y/N was trying to hard to take deep breaths and calm down so she could talk again. “She said yes! She said… She said that women give birth, so they are capable of handling someone big too… Even if… Uhm… Even if they are… Hung like a horse… BUT THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID, NOT ME!” Aki yelled over the phone, panicked and embarrassed, but she had no idea that her words were being heard by the very boy she was gossiping about. “Akiiiii, you cured my depression. God, I’ve never laughed so hard in my life, I feel like I’m gonna die or something. Ahhh, I really wanna ask Kaoru about this now. You made my night, I swear, you did.” She laughed absent-minded over the phone, lightly hitting her forehead with the back of her hand as she looked at the ceiling. “Oh… Oh yeah, that’s good, you can find out if it’s true or not! But don’t tell him I told you that, okay?!” Aki desperately yelled at her friend who was much too euphoric. “Yeah, yeah, you know me, I know how to keep secrets. Anyway, Aki…” Y/N nudged the boy’s tight with her heel as she stretched out over his lap again so she’d get his attention. “Why else do you think he needs custom-made pants, huh?” okay, he was having a mental breakdown. Kaoru.exe stopped working, in need of rebooting. “Y/N!” Aki shouted her name, getting back her attention. “Listen, Ayaka also said they kissed! Do you think that was his first kiss? She said it was so bad, her lips was all bruised and busted! She said she looked as if she had a duck’s face!” “That sounds more like a punch than a kiss to me, Aki. Are you sure she just couldn’t handle being rejected for the first time and came up with some really weird-ass stories to tell others?” Y/N let out a deep exhale, finally calming down. “I thought so too! She must be so jealous! I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything bad about you yet, considering how the two of you are basically glued together. But, Y/N, here’s what she said. She said that she imagined Hanayama-kun sucking on her breast and pulling it out so much that it would sag like an old lady’s, and she got scared and ran away from him. Can you believe that?! That’s not even humanly possible!” at this point, Kaoru saw that Y/N wasn’t laughing anymore. Instead, she had sort of a sage look, nice, but also sort of nostalgic and melancholic. “Aki. Enough about those stories. Tell me what do YOU think. You said you want to ask Kaoru out. Tell me your opinion about him.” Was she… Defending him now? Looking out for him? “Well… I don’t really know. We’re not in the same class, but I see the way he behaves with you and with fragile things around the school. He took care of our gold fish fond so carefully, and even arranged most of the flowers in the vases at the festival. I saw him cut out delicate shapes from paper and even draw things nicely. And… He always puts his jackets over you when he thinks it’s cold, and walks you home, even though you’re the one with the sword always at you and you can very well protect yourself. He’s always so respectful with everyone, even those who bullied him before, and… And I think he’d be a really nice boyfriend, despite how scary and intimidating he may look at first glance.” The girl spoke so nicely of her kouhai that Y/N could help but look down with a sweet smile. “You are right, Aki. You are right. He would be the best boyfriend out there, so don’t listen to Ayaka’s stories, those would never happen. He would never do something so brash and rough to a woman. It’s just… You have to understand the risks of dating someone who has danger looming everywhere around him. It may not only affect you, but your dear ones as well. It’s not an easy life he lives, you know, and he’s barely 15 years old. Sucks, huh?” Y/N chuckled lightly, allowing a certain silence to take over. “You think I have a chance with him?” Aki managed to usher after a while. “I don’t know, Aki. I don’t know. Only he knows. What I can tell you is… If you really, really like him, and you’re certain of that, and you’re sure you want to confess on Valentine’s… Then, instead of buying a simple box of chocolates, bake him some chocolate and nuts cookies. Those are his favourites. And he appreciates things done manually by others, to the ones bought. I mean… Don’t we all?” she chuckled softly, waiting for the reply, as she shifted her gaze to her kouhai, who seemed to be looking at her, having a pensive look painted on his face. “I see… Thank you, Y/N. It’s always so nice talking to you. I’m always so embarrassed talking to mum about boys and stuff, but it’s much easier with you. You’re the best, class rep. Also… Sorry for calling you so late at night, even though we have classes tomorrow. Good night!” Aki said as she hung up, making the girl on the other end sigh and put down the phone on the table. “I really teased you a lot tonight, didn’t I? Sorry, you must have felt horrible.” She chuckled lightly as she smiled at the boy. “It’s… Fine. I deserved it. I did those things.” He confessed, in shame. “I know you Ayaka’s story is true.” Y/N admitted, surprising the boy. “Then why did you say it was a lie?” he asked, confused. “Did you want your reputation everywhere to turn from that strong and scary guy to the pervert who shows his dick to girls behind the school and is a terrible kisser?” she smiled at him, yet to him, it seemed also somewhat sad. “No.” he admitted, not shifting his gaze from her. “Aki was right. And I meant it when I said you would be a great boyfriend some day. I know you didn’t want to hurt Ayaka by doing what you did, but you felt like scaring her away would be the best way of not endangering anyone because of your dangerous life. However... You’re my kouhai and it wouldn’t sit right with me if people wouldn’t understand your true intentions. I know you, but they don’t. It’s not easy being on the hunt all the time, even though you look completely undefeatable. You are still just a 15 year old, at the end of the day, and you are human and have feelings like everyone else.” Completely different to how she smirked when teasing him previously, now she looked so gentle and tender. “… Thank you for understanding me.” His lips formed a straight, thin line as he nodded his head at her. “Stop thanking me already. You don’t have to. Really. I’m just taking care of you as your Senpai. I told you, you’re a nice person, you don’t deserve so many people thinking and talking badly of you, even though you say it doesn’t affect you, or you don’t care.” Her words seemed to have such an effect on him that he got up and pulled her into his chest, embracing  her as gentle as a little girl would huge her teddy bear. “It is how I feel and I will say it.”

They stood like that for just a little bit more, enjoying each other’s warmth and presence, feeling comfortable and safe, as peculiar as that sounded, and when they finally let go, they continued with his homework until early morning when, as Kizaki went to wake them up for school, only to see the girl cuddled up in his Young Master’s arms, leaning on his chest as they were both sleeping so nicely, he barely had the heart to wake them up.

But he couldn’t! He had to wake them up! His Young Master had to go to school! It’s his job as the Master’s caretaker!

He watched the two of them smile embarrassed, looking away from each other, only for the girl to pat his arm and leave so they could meet at school, as usual. His Young Master had a crush!

Since then, they met up a bit more often, and it helped with his exams as well, it made Kizaki so proud and Kaoru was happy about it. Then, the exam session finished, all was well, and then February came by and it was now Valentine’s Day, the day he’s been dreading ever since he heard that blasted phone call when he was studying with Y/N.

As expected, he found himself with tons of chocolate boxes, bought or prepared, on his desk, piling up like the skyscrapers in Tokyo, while on the other half of the day, girls went up to him to personally give him some chocolate, some of them even confessing their love for him. Ah, how awkward it was having to turn them all down… While also not pulling some silly thing like he did the first time.

He thought exam-days were long as hell, but this-…. This was hell.

When it was finally over, he was very happy, carrying all the boxes out of the school, only to be stopped by his Senpai as soon as he stepped out of the ground. She looked at him, scanning all the boxes and then chuckled teasingly.

“You have quite the admirers, Kaoru. You are such a heartbreaker.” She smiled, offering to help him out with all of those. “You can have them all if you want. I know you like chocolate.” He offered as the girl took some of the boxes and walked by his side. “No way. These are people’s feelings for you, I’m not going to take them away from you. Just don’t do the student-thing and binge-eat all of them tonight, it will make your stomach hurt.” She teased him lightly. “Then, are you going to help me out with them? Kizaki said he ordered too much food today.” Nice one, Kaoru, you did well today. You did well, he praised himself in his mind. “Hmm… Fine, okay, you got me, I was really craving some good, warm food.” It worked! Score for Hanayama!

It felt a bit awkward, being only the two of them, eating together, alone, on Valentine’s Day, but if Y/N felt nervous, she surely didn’t let it show. Instead, she tried to make conversation with him about whatever mundane thing she’d come up with on the spot, but, as usual, he wasn’t much of a talker. Damn it, Hanayama, you do a good thing and then you get too nervous to speak. That’s not the Yakuza way!

“Well, it’s getting late, I’m going home. Thanks for meal, it was really good. And thanks for sharing your bounty today with me.” She chuckled, getting up, heading towards the door. Hanayama, get up and stop her, idiot! “Y/N, wait!” he stopped her quickly, making her look away at him with questioning eyes. “Yes~?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “I, uh… I will have Kizaki order a taxi for you.” Stupid, stupid, stupid! “Ah. No, it’s fine, I want to walk a bit. It’s surprisingly nice outside.” She smiled at him, watching him gulp. It made Kaoru feel as if she could read his mind, but she patiently waited until he got the courage to speak out. “Ah, yes, I almost forgot. It wouldn’t be Valentine’s Day without your Senpai giving you a little token of appreciation, right? I hope you like it.” She snapped her fingers in realization as she dug into her bag and handed a pretty, lavender box, painted with light-coloured flowers on the top. “Have a pleasant evening.” She threw him a rapid peace sign before leaving the room. “Young Master, miss Y/N left -… Ah, what do you have there?” Kizaki asked, sitting down next to him. “It’s… Valentine’s Day.” Kaoru muttered, tracing the beautiful painting on the box. She made this. He was certain she did. Why else would the flowers be white, blue and purple and the bow holding them together having his name written in Latin cursive. “It’s a very impressive painting, Young Master.” Kizaki admired it as well, urging him to take off the lid. “Are those…?” he gasped, impressed. “Chocolate and nut cookies.” Kaoru muttered, but his eyes seemed focused on something else, next to the cookies. It was a lavender handkerchief. He picked it up, and analysed the indented, soft material that had flowers delicately and meticulously embroidered into it, with his initials in the middle of the bottom, having golden swirls to the left and to the right of his name. “Is this… Embroidered by her?” Kizaki’s jaw dropped at how beautiful the handkerchief was, and how much thought she gave into it, all for his Young Mastered. If he felt touched, he could only imagine how Master Hanayama felt, as it was all being done for him. “She said she wanted to become a doctor and she took up embroidery to get dexterity at working with a needle.” Kaoru spoke, then realized that everything smelt of very fine, floral perfume. “She will become an excellent doctor in the future.” He smiled proudly, thinking of the girl and the shy smile she tried to hide as she left the room. “Young Master, what are you going to do for White Day, then? After so much effort she put into this, you can’t just go and buy something… But what can you do?” Kizaki was pondering out loud, only to see his master smiling. “I’ve got an idea.”

At school, they were told that a festival will be held at their school, to celebrate the blooming of the Cherry Blossoms, which seemed to excite most of the students – Except Kaoru, who merely smirked in triumph – He made this happen.

He saw Y/N once in a kimono, when she beautifully played the zither for him and his business associate when he needed her help, and now, he wanted to see her again this way.  Kaoru wasn’t one to paint or do something graceful like women do, however, he can play to his strengths, and that is to organize a nicely put together festival where he can be romantic, the same way his mother would tell him when he was little, and surprise her.

This time, he was going to ask her out. No more getting nervous. He is a man and will prove it.

Hanayama didn’t expect the fateful day to come by so quickly, but it did, and thankfully, the weather was so lovely – Just perfect.

He, too, was dressed in traditional clothes and he walked to the festival, feeling confident, looking around for the red head that stood out like a sore thumb wherever she went, but that colour truly suited her so beautifully. Kaoru spotted the girl rather easily, seeing as she was merely standing awkwardly in one spot, shifting from one foot to another and fiddling with her fingers, seeing as everyone had groups or a lover to enjoy the festival with, but she was left out of most of the groups. Yes, must be really uncomfortable, he thought as she watched her sigh, upset and started walking around the festival until he stopped to a mask stall and she bought one – A fox one – Perfect, she can hide her embarrassed face now and nobody will have a clue.

He looked at how beautiful she was, with that pink kimono he gifted her after doing him the Geisha-favour - Pink suited her so well - So soft and gentle on a girl whose heart was so loving, yet had to pretend none of that was true. The golden obi, made into a bow at the back made her look even more gracious and elegant than ever... And then, there was her hair - Styled so finely and effortlessly, yet perfect for her, but there was something missing. An accessory. He will have to solve that. 

That girl, looking like the most favoured Butterfly from the Gods, was going to be his girlfriend today. Hanayama Kaoru, the Young Master of the Yakuza, was going to ask her out today! Finally, Hanayama reached out to the girl, and whilst he couldn’t see her surprised expression, she could see the glee in her eyes as soon as she realized who it was. She took off the mask and put it to her waist, just next to her katana, and she walked side by side with him.

“Thanks for letting me keep the kimono. It’s very pretty.” She was the first one to speak. “I see you didn’t sell it as you said.” He pointed out, a smile on his face. “I… Didn’t really have the heart to do so. I’d rather starve for a day than sell it.” She shrugged nonchalantly as if it didn’t mean much. “It looks good on you. I’m glad you kept it.” Even though he was so tall, he could still noticed the way she subtly blushed, as her hair was held up in a beautiful bun, her face framed delicately by two swirly strands of hair. “Ah… Th-Thank you. You look nice yourself.” He heard her speaking, and it made his chest bubble with pride.

First, they went to get some dango and mochi, because of course, sweets first, then food is the way to go, then got some sushi and enjoyed a refreshing tea, and although they didn’t talk much, he could see she was constantly smiling – Even though it was a small, subtle one, it was still a smile that never vanished the whole day – And that made him happy.

As the day passed, evening came by and the enchanting lights of the festival coming from all the lanterns made everything more loveable, not to mention, the music made them feel as if they were in some story some of the bards tell about a beautiful princess and her strong prince.

They bought a few more things and they decided to go up the hill so they could watch the fireworks under the cherry blossom tree, but they also got two sparklers, floating lamps to launch and two small wood charms to put up in the tree. As they were heading towards the hill, Hanayama suddenly heard a small squeak and from instinct, he put his hands around the girl, making sure she doesn’t fall down as one of her sandal straps snapped.

“Ahh, honestly, why are sandals so cheap.” She chuckled, taking out her handkerchief to replace the strap, only for her to be stopped and lifted up bridal style, going on up the hill completely unbothered, making the girl look wide eyed at him, unsure of what to even say anymore. “Th-Thanks…” “I couldn’t let you walk like that.” He spoke simply, as silence took over them, seeing that she leaned on his shoulder so casually and the both of them tried not to blush.

He carefully placed her down at the base of the tree, from where they had perfect view of the sky that was going to be lit up with fireworks very soon – But, until then, they had to bet on sparklers! – The loser has to do something the winner says, such a basic, childish thing, he thought, and yet, he was really eager to do so.

Ah. But he lost. Damn. Well, her crystalline giggle was worth losing, so I guess that’s fine, he thought with a smile on his face. “Well, what do you want me to do, then?” “Oh. Right. I forgot.” She blinked, the lightbulb turning on inside her head. “I don’t know. I’ll think of something by the end of the day. Anyway, let’s write our charms and put them up, yes?” They did just that, writing each other’s names on the charms, under the pretext of being a Senpai-Kouhai well-wishing, then he put her up on her shoulder so she’d reach high and tie up both their lucky charms. “Good fortune, huh? I better be getting some money soon by the end of this school year, I want that scholarship.” She chuckled, dangling her feet back and forth so casually, liking the way they were right now.

But then, the firework show started and Y/N couldn’t help but be completely mesmerized by the beautiful display in front of her. Each time, more and more colours were painting the dark sky in intricate shapes, lighting up the place as if some God was setting down from the skies.

Taking a deep breath of courage, the girl hopped of Hanayama’s shoulder and raised her hand to pinch his sleeve and get his attention. “I know what I want.” She said, making him look at her – She had a serene smile on her face, her eyes sparkling in tandem with each firework popping out there, and suddenly the sky wasn’t so interesting anymore – Her happiness was. “I want you to kiss me, Kaoru.” She said, not shifting her gaze from the show. So bold! To think he’d use the trick he had up his sleeve against him! Hanayama clenched his jaw slightly, mustering up the courage to fulfill the request that he, himself, has been thinking about for so long – But before that, his hand went inside his pouch and took out a gorgeous, hair accessory that had flowers and small bows in three trails, hanging down her hair in different shades of pink – It was going so well with the kimono and with her hair that he couldn’t help but stare at her before finally, as her gentle, shy eyes peered into his, he put one of his hands on the back of her hair and leaned down to kiss her as tenderly as possible, afraid that she’d shatter like glass, while his other hand had his fingers intertwined with hers. He felt her soft hand caressing his face, his scars, so delicately that he thought it was a rose petal touching him.

As soon as they pulled apart, Kaoru saw how her eyes were gleaming with such a heartfelt bliss that he’s never experienced before, and the way she looked so kissed, her pink lips plump and glittering, made him want to kiss her more and more, completely forgetting about the firework show or anything else going on that day. He thought he was a good kisser, at least in theory, considering he can easily tie a cherry steam into a knot, but there was something she did to him without even trying, a certain kind of charm every time she’d graze her teeth on his bottom lip and smirk teasingly as she pulled on it, or the way her grip on his hand would tighten every time she’d pull him closer to her – Damn, she must have been a true Kitsune because she has him tightly wrapped around her finger.

By the end of the evening, the two had launched their lamp up into the sky and they admired how it floated and blended in with the rest of them, and when it was time to go home, he picked her up again, not wanting her to dirty her socks, and walked her right in front of the door, where she kissed his cheek and wished him goodnight.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Thank you for this evening. Good night.” She wished him, only to be stopped by the boy who stopped her to gift her a box of chocolates that he, himself, with the guiding of Kizaki, made, and kissing her forehead, he wished her sweet dreams and left for his own home.

Yes, he did it! Kizaki will be so proud when he hears this. Master Hanayama strikes again!

And it was wonderful for the two, for as little as it lasted, because the school year ended barely 2 weeks later, and since then, nobody heard anything from Hanayama Kaoru, except for the stuff heard in the underground. He stopped going to school altogether and the sole time Y/N tried to go by his home and see if he was okay, she was denied entry. He didn’t want to see her. Simple as that.

Fine, she thought, angry at her stupid kouhai. If that’s how he wants to play, then be that way.

For the next 5 years, she went on with her daily life of studying and getting into Med school, the way she’s always dreamt of, and was unbothered by anything else going in life – She was doing perfectly fine without anyone to rely on but herself.

That is, until she had an unexpected person stepping in this city and it was her sole chance of getting revenge – Y/N stepped on her pride and, dressing up the same as she did during the highscool festival, she went to the Hanayama office, walked past the guards and Kizaki, completely ignoring and pushing them away, disregarding anything the poor man begged, remembering her, and she mockingly knocked on the boss’s door, entering and glaring at him as his legs were up on the table, sprawled, like the big boss he was.

“Yo. Remember me?” she crossed her arms to her chest, looking down at him. “…Y/N?” he gasped in shock, not believing his eyes at seeing her again after so many years. The shock dispersed quickly, however, and it was replaced ultimately by guilt. “Ah. So you remember me. How quaint. I was your Senpai and even to this day, you still show me such disrespect. It’s a pity that I need a favour from you, otherwise I wouldn’t have wanted to see you again after what you did.” She tsked, looking away in anger. Kaoru got up, stepping towards her, only to see her stepping back. “Y/N, I apologise, I –“ he tried, but got quickly cut off. “I don’t care. If it mattered to you, you had 5 years to apologise. You didn’t. It shows how much you cared about me. Anyway, just hear me out, fulfill my request and then we’ll never have to see each other again. I think that’s fair. Don’t worry, I have enough money to pay you for this, and also give you the money that you gave to me back then.” She huffed, not wanting to look at him. His little butterfly, so beautiful, was now filled with so much anger and negative emotions, and all because of him. He was the reason his beloved had to suffer so much, and he hated it almost as much as she did. “I was being targeted by very powerful men, and Hanma Yujiro-“ he tried to explain himself, but he knew it wasn’t going to work this way. He screwed up in the worst way possible. “I want you to kill someone for me. You’re the only one I know who would do it and be able to succeed it. The picture, name and info are here, the card with the money and the code are here. Just do it. In fact, I’d say you don’t have the right to refuse either way.” She frowned at him, watching as she looked at the information and picture given. “This is your father.” He spoke, realizing how much they looked alike. “So? Got a problem?” she scoffed, sneering a bit. “I will not kill the last family you have living.” This angered the girl who, in a fit of rage, stomped in front of him and grabbed him by his blazer, trying to shake him, even though it didn’t work. “Are you stupid? Are you fucking stupid? That man did so much bad to me, and you can’t even do something as simple as killing him? Really? Do you hate me that much?” she looked up at him, and his eyes were as passive and sharp as always. “I refuse to do your request. I wish to reconcile with you and explain to you’re the reason for my sudden disappearance and refusing to associate with you, however, I will not kill your relative.” He put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back at arm’s length. “I missed you, Y/N. Don’t leave.” He spoke, a bit more tender now. “…I fucking hate you. If you ever dare show yourself in front of me, I will kill you.” And with that, she slammed the door close behind her, and went on to look for that damn person she hated so much.

Kaoru.. What an idiot. Now 20 years old, his body grew significantly bigger and stronger, but his brain is still as stupid as before. What a pain. Even more of a pain was what she soon felt on the back of her head when walking through the park, and her vision got blacker than the night outside, and with the last bit of consciousness she gripped on, she felt herself being propped back on a tree. Or something.

When she came to, everything around her was still dizzy, but the loud noises were giving her a head ache as two huge ghosts seemed to be dancing around each other without stop – Ghosts that ended up being, in fact, Kaoru himself fighting, full strength, full Yakuza mode, against some big ass man with a creepy smile on his face. Heck, she felt a lump in her throat out of fear, not only for herself,  but for Kaoru as well, as it seemed that he was thrown to the ground with no way of getting up.

Getting up, she quickly took off her sandals, cursing that she was caught outside in a situation like this in traditional clothes, but she had to do something, and she rushed towards the enemy, cutting deep slashes into his back. “Ahaha, would you look at that, Hanayama, your little girlfriend woke up and is trying to defend you! Damn, what a woman!” the man mockingly laughed as he rushed to attack her, but she managed to parry every blow with her sword, only for the last hit to be so powerful that she got sent flying away. “Y/N!” she heard her name being called out, only to find herself being held up again by the neck of her kimono and slammed into the ground painfully. Damn jerk… Y/N thought, spitting some blood on the ground, watching with hazy eyes as that dumbass went to try to kill Kaoru, taking out some bullets from his pants, it seemed – He was going to make them explode in his mouth – Y/N realized as she went to strike one last time, managing to cut off his hand when he wasn’t paying attention to her, and thus, slicing through the bullets, rendering them useless. “Kaoru, now!” she yelled at him as he, with the strength of a a dinosaur, completely pulverized that creepy man and threw dragged him to the police where they could properly take care of him. Maybe. A monster like that can hardly be detained, really.

“What the hell was that anyway.” She muttered, wiping the blood away with the sleeve of her kimono. “That… Was the reason I didn’t want you associated with me anymore. He’s one of the 5 death row convicts that we are supposed to be defeating. As you can see, their strength is not one an ordinary human possesses. The fact that we’re alive is a huge feat in itself.” Hanayama explained, trying to wipe away the dirt and blood from his own face, as his glasses were already long gone and probably broken by now. “If you wanted to protect me, you should have told me the truth. What you did to me is the same as what you did to Ayaka 5 years ago. You think I didn’t know why you cut off all ties all of a sudden, even though you promised you’ll continue studying at that highschool for the complete duration of it? I’m not stupid, but I’m not tolerant either. You were stupid, and you are stupid even now. You really think I’ll forgive you for breaking my heart and abandoning me?” she sneered at him, only for him to realise what she said and smile tenderly at her, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I wasn’t fair to you. I was so scared that you might get targeted that I didn’t think rationally and tried to protect you. I had to fight Hanma Yujiro, the strongest creature alive, at least 2 or 3 times, and each time, I lost. I watched his kill his own wife in front of his son, and take out all of us with such ease. This man attacked my friend, Baki, when he was on a date with his girlfriend. It made me realise that, should that have been the two of us, I don’t think there would have been anyone else to take that fight from me while I take care of you. I couldn’t live with the idea of allowing you to get hurt. And yet, you still got kidnapped and used as bait to lure me out and kill me.” The man explained his grievances to the girl who merely sighed loudly as she took out her handkerchief and put her hand on his face, dragging him down to her level to clean him up. “You’re a damned idiot, that’s what you are. I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to pretend I don’t exist tomorrow anyway. What’s the point in explaining this to me anyway?” she muttered, taking her hands off of him and stepping back, turning away. “I’m going to kill my father with my own hands. And I won’t see you again. That’s the truth of it. You made it so. That’s your fault.” She went on to walk away, but was ultimately stopped by the man calling out her name. “I will do it.” Y/N’s eyes widened at his words, turning around to face him as if struck by lightning. “I will kill him. But I accept no other payment but your forgiveness. How is that for a deal?” he asked, watching the shock dancing in her eyes, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process something to say. “You better keep your end of the promise.” She scoffed, looking away, a bit flustered, Kaoru noticed immediately. She hasn’t changed one bit. “The same goes for you as well.” He smirked at her, watching as she began walking towards her home.

Not even a week passed, and Hanayama sent word for Y/N to meet up with him at the café so they could discuss the deal with her father’s death. As always, he knew just what to order, much to her surprise and joy. They stood that way in silence for just a bit more, as she didn’t want to talk, still pissed at him, however, the curiosity was eating away at her soul, so, once again, she had to be the first to talk. Or, so she thought, that is. “I killed him.” He replied to her question before she even put it. Her eyes widened slightly as his words, only to clear her throat. “Do you have any proof except that idea of trusting you? Because I don’t.” this, in turn, made him shocked, unsure of how to answer. “I wasn’t aware I had to bring you proof. I am sorry.” He answered her. “Then, any last words? Anything addressed to me?” she peered further. “No, nothing.” There. She caught him right in the lie. “If you want to lie to me, then learn to lie better, although, I’d advise you not to even try. I always know when you’re lying. My sword-fighting experience, the techniques, the samurai bloodline – Everything comes to him. Since I was little, he chose to teach me. I was his favourite child, and in turn, I loved him more than any of my relatives. He promised to take me with him and we would travel the world and perfect our fighting style, even though it should only be used for protecting our dear ones. And yet… He left without me, and with him gone, my life became a nightmare. My mother’s mental went aray and everything fell into chaos. It was my fault the bread-winner left, therefore it was obvious that it was me who had to make up for the loss. Honestly, if I were him, I’d have left that shit show too, but he should have taken me with him. That’s why, he deserves to die, for putting me through all that hell.” She explained as she got up, her hand gripping her sword. “You didn’t hold your end of the deal, yet you expect me to hold mine. Unfair, as always. “ “I met with him. Told him the reason for searching for him. He gave a time and place for a meeting. I will not kill him, but I can give you the opportunity to choose whether or not you want to fight him. He is your father, after all.” He gripped her wrist, not letting her go. “It is today.” “Fine. Bring me there.” She grumbled, letting him guide her to whatever place there was.

An old, abandoned warehouse in the middle of the forest, but there was nobody there. Y/N waited there, sitting down and waiting, from dusk to down, but nobody came. It was the same as back then. She hated it. Why was she always being the one abandoned by everyone? It’s not fair. It really is not fair at all.

She got up from the spot and walked out of the warehouse, looking up at the starry sky, unable to be angry or upset. She was just… Disappointed. “I’m all alone. As always.” She spoke to herself, not realizing that Kaoru had been waiting there the whole time. “Not anymore.” He said, walking besides her and pulling her to his chest. “Let’s go home.” “… Home…?” she asked, confused. “Or you’d rather go out to eat before that?” he asked, smiling at her. “You’re insane.” She muttered, looking up at him. “I want pizza and cake.” Her whole demeanour changed all of a sudden to the one 5 years ago, when they were together. It was her real self. “Sure. I know a nice place for that.” He declared, pushing her backwards a bit, to get a better look at her. “Say… Did you really talk to him, or did you trick me? And don’t try to lie again, I can see right through you.” She asked, looking him in the eyes to detect any line of lying. “…Yes, I did. I intended to fight him, but he chose to talk. He confessed that, to provide for your family, he needed to get money from loan sharks and other bad guys, and since he wasn’t able to pay them back, he had to be on the run, that’s why he couldn’t endanger you with that. And then, when he was able to kill them, he would return to Japan and take you away from there… But that’s when he got diagnosed with a terminal disease. He’d rather you think he abandoned you, than have you go through so much danger and loss, he said. He looked awful, hence why he didn’t have the courage to see you today. He gave me this. It’s for you.” From his pocket, he took out a small pouch – It was embellished and embroidered really nicely. “Ah… I see… This pouch… I remember it.” She muttered, taking it in her hands. “My mother did this for him when he began courting her. When he was fighting, he was afraid he’d destroy his wedding ring… So he preciously kept it here, as his most prized possession. This is his way of blessing you. As my boyfriend.” She took out the ring that sparkles so beautifully on the silver necklace chain and held it in her hand as if it was a small cloud. “That jerk. He always knew what to do when it came to me. Gosh, how I hate him.” Despite saying that, she smiled and shook her head, holding the ring in a tight grip to her chest, before taking a hold of Kaoru’s hand and putting the ring in his hand, before closing his fist and then walking away. “It’s the last chance I’m giving you. Don’t screw it up again, okay?” “I won’t even dream of it.” With a chuckle, he went to walk by her side before sneaking her arm around her waist and dipping her down into a deep, passionate kiss, as a way to seal that fateful promise. “Maybe I did a good job 5 years ago, after all.” The teasing smirk she gave him was the same as back then, he remembered it all too well. It only made him want to kiss her even more. No matter what she wore, how she looked, the way she’d do her make up or what accessories she’d put on, she only needed to smile at him, and she’d put to shame any other woman, his heart beating faster than ever - What a beautiful butterfly he was dating, and this time, he was never letting go of her ever again.

And so, he kissed her one more time.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

.

Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

.

When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

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I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 307: The One With Shindou

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor and Hawks (and Jeanist too, although he didn’t really do anything, but BY GOD, WHAT IS UP WITH HIS NECK) held a press conference and were all, “everything you’ve heard is true, so we would just like to say, from the bottom of our hearts... our bad.” U.A. opened its doors to the public as an evacuation shelter. Deku and All Might told basically EVERYBODY about OFA, which is absolutely wild, and yet somehow we hardly paid any attention to this at all. Mostly because the chapter ended with Deku being all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN” and peacing out of U.A. to embark on a solo journey of angst. So this is either gonna be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to this series, so TIME TO FIND OUT WHICH IT IS.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so who do you guys want to see next? Deku? Bakugou?? Well how about SHINDOU?” Shindou is all “hi :) I’m Shindou :) :) remember me :) :) :)?” Horikoshi is all “I’m so sorry for depriving you guys of Shindou for so fucking long, how about an ENTIRE CHAPTER ALL OF HIM” and then he REALLY FUCKING DOES IT because, I don’t know?? Did we make him mad?? Am I being punished for something I did in a past life?? It really is, honest to god, seventeen whole goddamn pages of Shindou, punctuated by a few pages of Muscular, and topped off with one (1) whole appearance by Deku at THE VERY END. And we don’t even get to see his face. I am beside myself lmao I’m sorry you guys, you can skip this recap if you want. Or just skip straight to the end, because movie 3 promo.

“long time no see” now what could this mean?? can’t think of too many characters this phrase would apply to right now. although I can think of one big one, and I know that fandom has been trying to manifest his deadbeat ass to finally show itself for years now. could it finally be that time? if Hisashi shows up and debunks DFO a big chunk of the fandom is probably going to riot lol

(ETA: why oh why did I get my hopes up like that lmao. I’m pretty sure Hisashi doesn’t actually exist and Deku was either immaculately conceived, or the stork really did bring Inko a lil green baby from the cabbage patch.)

anyway, so the chapter is opening on this random scene of CRIME and DISARRAY

was this all done by that big villain from the previous chapter? utility poles knocked down, random holes in the sides of buildings, and it looks like this one car pulled over in a hurry and the driver just hopped out and ran

who are these people talking

OH NO, OH GOD

I am immediately struck by the urge to push Shindou off of this ledge. is that mean? probably that is mean, but also fuck this guy lmao. every year you cheat someone out of their well-deserved spot in the popularity poll, and every year I want to punch you in your stupid face for it

bah. and how are you doing, Tatami. love that hero name even if you do have arguably the dumbest superpower in the entire series

listen, though. here I am shitting on these Ketsubutsu kids for no good reason, and I’m sorry about that, and truthfully it’s mostly because I just want to see Deku and/or Kacchan and so it’s hard to give a fuck about anything else right now. BUT, I will immediately cease and desist ALL of my complaining if this means we also get to see my best girl Ms. Joke, omg. Horikoshi please

sdlkfjlskalk

FUCK YOU SHINDOU OMG. I’M SORRY GUYS I CAN’T HELP IT, EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS SO EMINENTLY PUNCHABLE AND DETESTIBLE. IT’S LIKE SOMEONE COMBINED WESLEY CRUSHER WITH JEAN RALPHIO

but LSKJFLEK at this random reminder that Bakugou refused to shake his fucking hand. like, that’s his “fun fact” apparently lol. it’s what he deserves

also living for this “cringe” here, too. fuck you Shindou. I am so, so sorry to any Shindou fans out there you guys because I’m just going to be like this the entire time he’s here. the hate is flowing through me

how has it been three whole pages and I still have to look at his stupid face

anyway so it seems like the kids are having to pick up the slack for Old Man Samurai and all those other assholes who retired. I’m guessing the U.A. kids will be seeing a lot more action as well

but in the meantime let’s hope no villains attack here all of a sudden, because all Tatami can do is make herself shorter while Shindou creates an earthquake to bring the entire building down around them dflkjslk

these guys don’t particularly want to go with them and I can’t say I blame them

so now Shindou is saying that yeah, they can probably handle the looters and such by themselves, but it’s a different story when it comes to the Noumu and the escaped Tartarus prisoners. Shindou how dare you make a reasonable point that I can’t immediately argue with

he says that one of the escapees was sighted in the area, so that’s why they’re trying to evacuate everyone

and the guy disagrees and says he doesn’t trust the heroes and thinks they’re pompous

fdskljk. fucking...

ME: Horikoshi can we please stop and get Deku HORIKOSHI: we have Deku at home THE DEKU AT HOME: 

Horikoshi. please. we get it, the civilians don’t trust the heroes anymore. I UNDERSTAND. I COMPREHEND THIS. so unless there is some other point to this scene I respectfully ask that you hurry things along because omg

did Tatami always have this habit of speaking in meme language and such? I thought that was Camie’s thing but hey

listen, I’m here for anyone who’s willing to drag this man down into the depths of the earth. I would just also rather not spend the entire fucking chapter on this oh my god. Horikoshi do you have any more of those chapters where things happen in them?? those are good, I like those

YESSSSSS FINALLY

so whoever’s on the other end of the call (ETA: it’s that rock-looking guy who can harden anything that he touches. why does BnHA have so many hardening powers) is telling them to run because there’s apparently a villain heading right for them, oh my

WHO IS HE

depending on who it is I can’t promise I won’t be rooting for them over you, buddy

ohhhhhh shit

huh. well that’s... hmm... but on the other hand...

okay lol no, I know it’s bad. Muscular fucking LOVES murdering kids. not even Shindou deserves that. I’m sure he has a family that loves him and stuff. and Tatami seems like a sweet girl. they don’t deserve to be murdered

that is the question isn’t it? are we really going to spend the entire chapter with Limbs-Retracting-Girl and her boyfriend, Joseph Gordon-Levitt from (500) Days of Summer??

YES OMG

YES PLEASE CALL YOUR SENSEI. my god do you know what I would give to see Ms. Joke take down an S-class villain??

(ETA: all I’ll say is that we were robbed here, you guys.)

now Tatami is running away while Shindou stays behind omg

Horikoshi I know I said I hate the guy, and I do, but my god. seems I don’t hate him half as much as you do you. been nice knowing you Shindou my man

are you serious Tatami really ran all the way back up here to try and evacuate these guys one more time

SHE’S SUCH A GOOD PERSON omg if you assholes don’t listen to her you deserve to get murdered

BRO

HORIKOSHI DID YOU REALLY FUCKING DO IT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT

LOL OKAY NO, SO FAR HE’S ONLY MESSED UP HIS FACE

WHAT A SHAME WHAT A TRAGEDY. THE WORLD MOURNS

okay but seriously, now he has to be dead

r.i.p. Shindou. he died doing what he loved, talking a lot and being utterly useless

then again, damn Shindou are you really gonna come out here and be a badass?? gonna make me eat my words there kiddo?

I have absolutely no idea if I should expect this to work or not. all I know is that this is page 14, and so it would seem we really are going to spend the entire fucking chapter on fucking Shindou. this beautiful chapter had so much potential, Horikoshi. and now look at it. I hope you’re happy

nope it didn’t fucking work at all lmao

IT’S JUST LIKE I SAID. r.i.p. you pretentious handsome lump

OHHHHHH SNAP

DEKU YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LOL. anyway but it’s good to see you!! it’s good to see ANYONE other than these guys sob but especially you

FINALLY SOMETHING COOL OMG

somehow Horikoshi actually made the bunny mask look badass?? I don’t think this is sustainable, but I am here for it while it lasts

Shindou should by all rights be nothing but A HANDSOME PASTE at this point lol but WHATEVER. it’s BnHA; getting smashed into walls and cliffs has more or less the same consequences as being set on fire. slap a band-aid on it and you’re good to go

we are REALLY ENDING IT HERE huh

well. and that’s it. I just did not care about any of that lmao. a rare dud of a chapter. well, but we’ve had something like ten in a row that ranged from “pretty good” to “amazing”, so I guess that’s fair

anyway I feel like I owe you guys something other than endless bitching and moaning, so! BONUS:

now this is more like it

first of all, I’m absolutely living for this promo’s “YEET THE CHILDREN OUT OF A HELICOPTER” vibes. FUCK YEAH WE’RE HEROES BITCH

is Deku wearing a jetpack/parachute?? let’s hope he is because I’m assuming he doesn’t have Float yet, so if that’s not a jetpack then it is a LONG WAY DOWN kiddo

these maniacs actually got Deku to wear something other than his red shoes holy fuck. I’m speechless. are we sure that’s not an imposter??

Shouto has the funniest falling position I’ve ever seen. I’m assuming his left arm is not in fact tucked under his leg like it appeared to be at first glance?? like, wtf is the outline of your body right now Shouto

this is what I think it is after careful analysis, but at first I thought this kid had some hidden contortionist abilities

and then there’s this guy

I MISSED YOU YOU BIG GOON. loving the new gauntlets!! and he’s changed up his impractical metal neck thingy into arm thingies! but most importantly, ARE THESE WHAT I THINK THEY ARE

ARE THOSE WEENIES. KACCHAN. KACCHAN HAVE YOU GONE NATIVE OMFG

and meanwhile, look who’s with them! Endeavor makes perfect sense of course, but Hawks is a very welcome surprise. does this mean we can expect to see Tokoyami too? because I would fucking love that

lastly, so this confirms the whole “world heroes” thing! which we all pretty much guessed anyway lol. I wonder if this movie will take place in another country (fingers crossed). the city in the background doesn’t look particularly familiar, but this image probably wasn’t meant to be analyzed in that way lol. anyways, looking forward to this so much, PLEASE GIVE US A TRAILER SOON omg

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

comfort

Peter just wants to lay down with you but there's something that kinda makes him uncomfortable and you try to confront him about it...

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Status: dating

Warning: mentions of bra's

Y/n's POV

I was laying on peters bed liking the tiktoks that I thought were funny and saving the ones I wanna do for later when Peter suddenly opens the door mumbling a few incoherent words then I can tell he sensed me since he looked up so quickly, eyes wide open and a small smile, getting bigger by the second, appeared on his lips.

"Babyyyyyy" he quickly took his shoes and jacket off and flopped on the bed his head resting on my stomach while his arms hugged my lower belly.

"Oof" I laughed since he basically jumped on me, he looked up resting his chin on my stomach

"I'm sorry did I hurt you y/n/n?" He whispered voice as soft as butter

"No it didn't hurt, it was just unexpected" I smiled playing with his soft hair "come closer, I wanna hug you" I made grabby hands and he just laughed, resting his head on my chest now, hugging my waist his legs were between mine so I crossed them around his middle and wrapped my arms around his neck kissing his head once in a while

He shifted a couple of times, making me think he's just trying to get comfortable so I ignored it, but he shifted again and silently huffed. He gave in for a few minutes then lifted his head up again to peck my lips and lay next to me.

I got very confused coz usually I'd have to make him move but he's never done this before, it made me kinda sad to be honest. Did I do something wrong? Omg do I smell bad? Does my shirt smell bad?

At first I didn't say anything since he looked unbothered and I was anything but that, I mean if you think about it, would you like your boyfriend to randomly stop cuddling you for no reason and just lay beside you? Is he mad at me?

Our cuddles would last for hours! And this one didn't even last for 10 minutes! I turned around seeing him looking at his phone with his left hand and his other is draped around my waist

"So what do you wanna order, babe?" He looked up his brown eyes hopeful for food

"Oh uh" so he's not mad at me? "W-Whatever you w-want" I silently cursed at myself for being nervous, now he'll get suspicious. And in fact he did.

"Oookay? You okay bubba?" He tilted his head? Caressing my cheek for a moment before setting his gaze on his phone again to order some food

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, it's jus- nothing no I'm fine" He nodded slowly not really convinced but let it go, for now. He laid on his side, his right hand supporting his body, leaned in and kissed me. As a way to make sure that I'm not mad at him or anything. I obviously kissed back not wanting to seem more suspicious than I already was.

He pulled away smiling, his eyes adoring my face. I would be a psycho if I didn't smile from that look.

"Ok well I'll go set up the ingredients so we can make brownies after, sounds good?" I only nodded still smiling. But that didn't convince him so he started kissing my forehead down to my nose to my lips a couple times making me laugh.

"Ok ok! We're gonna make brownies" i verbally agreed this time. He nodded happily and left the room, all the doubt I had were long gone.

The food arrived to our luck and we stuffed our face with the delicious hot meal, Peter also got my favorite drink AND were about to make brownies so to say I was happy was an understatement.

"OOOH GIRL YOU'RE SHINING" I was mixing the brownie batter swaying my hips to the song 'classic' by MKTO, while Peter took my spatula and used it as a microphone running around the kitchen singing his heart out

"LIKE THE FIFTH AVENUE DIAMONDDD" he pointed at me and I laughed "AND THEY DONT MAKE YOU LIKE THEY USED TO, YOURE NEVER GOING OUT OF STYLEEE" he shook his head as if he's confirming the lyrics and we continued on well, I continued on finishing the brownies

but Peter did make an effort, he sprayed the pan and sprinkled the chocolate chips. And he said and I quote he did "the most important parts for making a brownie"

"I WANNA THRILL YOU LIKE MICHEAL" he made the thriller dance moves while sprinkling the chocolate chips "I WANNA KISS YOU LIKE PRINCE" he turned around trapping me between him and the counter behind me, grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me until the chorus came in. And i couldn't contain my laughter by the sudden energy my boyfriend got from the food.

"YOURE OVER MY HEAD, IM OUTTA MY MIND. THINKIN' I WAS BORN AT THE WRONG TIME" he suddenly pulled away belting the rest of the song "BABY YOURE SO CLASSIC" we both sung together after he stopped me from putting the pan in the oven claiming its 'too dangerous' and he doesn't want me to get hurt, i mean can you blame him? I'm a totally clutz.

"Ok so why don't we watch something while we're waiting for the brownies?" He suggested putting on the timer.

"Sure" I suddenly jumped on his back (but he still caught me) waiting for him to go to the living room. He laughed at the sudden clinginess (he lovedddd it) and walked out of the kitchen. "TO INFINITY AND BEYONDDDD" he shouted sprinting to the living room. And I squealed from the sudden movement.

"Take the remote, babe" he turned so I can take the remote from the shelf.

"Got it" then flopped us on the couch, causing us to laughed. The jump made me cuddle him as the big spoon while his back rested in my front as the little spoon. At first everything was okay, the first 10 minutes of our favorite show was watched at peace but then the shifting began again. Am I making him uncomfortable?

"Babe, what's wrong? You've been doing this everytime we're cuddling today?" I asked him, so done with the feeling I'm getting.

"Uhhh" but to my luck...

*dinggg*

the oven dinged alerting us that the brownies' finished "oh looks like our brownies are done I-I-I'll go get them!" He rushed to the kitchen and I huffed in annoyance.

The rest of the night went smoothly, but I still had the pang of guilt in my heart. I wanted to know what wrong. so enough is enough, I turned my attention away from series to my boyfriend.

"Pete?" He somehow sensed the hurt in my voice and immediately turned to my side cupping my cheeks

"Baby what wrong?" His eyes scanned my face

"N-Nothing it's just- am I uncomfortable?" I didn't know what to say but hopefully he got the message

"W-what? Why would you say that?" The tv was long gone now he caressed my checks with his thumb trying to soothe the tension

"Well, everytime we've been cuddling you'd shift away, I don't wanna sound clingy or anything but y-you've never done that before" suddenly feeling ashamed and embarrassed by question, I couldn't even look at him in the eye. His eyes widened in shock and his face was full of guilt

"Baby it's nothing I swear, you did nothing wrong. He pulled me in so I could sit on his lap, his hands caressed my jaw slightly admiring my features.

"Then what happened?" My voice croaked not believing him by the second.

"Well it's jus-" his cheeks suddenly became darker, the heat risen to the tip of his ears and on his neck. I was confused to why he suddenly got all flustered.

"Pete it's fine, you can tell me" I rested my forearm on his shoulders slightly touching the small hairs that are on the nape of his neck.

"N-no it's just uh ur b-bra is uncomfortable so I just decided to sleep next to y-you inste-ad" he squeaked out, eyes closing from embarrassment. Wait- what?

"What?" A small smile crept on my face, and my mind suddenly pieced everything together, the material of my shirt is rather thin, he hugged my stomach first then I told him to come closer, he shifted a couple times due to the wiring! Oh my god how could I be so stupid?

"Y-Your b-bra, there's nothing wrong with it and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything it's just, I didn't know they put metal on a piece of clothing?" He tilted his head confused.

"Yeah" I nodded laughing "well there's like a wiring around my chest like under my boobs" I showed him the area from his shirt. And I could tell he got even more flustered when I said 'boobs' coz his posture immediately stiffened again.

"We can talk about it pete it's fine, it's normal to communicate in what make you uncomfortable, in fact it's important!" I assured him

"Well I just thought you'd get more comfortable if you were wearing it and if I say something you'd have to take it off or something" he looked down at his lap, I could not believe this boy, he'd think I'd purposely wear a bra even if I didn't have to?

"Believe me, if I didn't have to wear this 'thing' I wouldn't, it's hurts so much at the end of the day since the wiring basically suffocates you" his eyes shot up immediately when he heard 'hurt' and tilted his head.

"Then why would you wear it if it hurts you?" Now it was my turn to get flustered

"Uhh well I just thought maybe you'd get uncomfortable" I nervously laughed

"No no Baby I want you to be nothing but comfortable around me, you don't have to wear you're bra infront of me or when we're hanging out. I looked at him lovingly, proud of how he handled the situation, respectfully and kindly. I leaned in so our lips could briefly touch and mumbled a

"Thanks Pete"

"You're welcome" he replied "now please kiss me" I laughed at his eagerness but Peter didn't have any of it and smashed our lips together.

"Wanna get ready for bed?" He slowly pulled away but right after the words left his mouth he kissed me again

"Yes" we finally pulled away, for real this time. And went or his bedroom. I was already wearing sweats and the thin t-shirt so I was ready to go. Peter came out of the bathroom now in his flannel sweats and a grey t-shirt flopping on the bed and taking me with him. I squealed trying to stop the fall but obviously failing. I stood up again trying to find my bag causing Peter to whine.

"Baaaaabe where are you going?" He whined

"Taking off my bra so we can cuddle, I missed our cuddles since you couldn't give me any today" I fake pouted, taking the bra off and putting it in my backpack. Peter cheeks turned red again turning his head immediately after looking at my laced black bra.

"You okay there hun?" I smirked at his flustered state

"Y-yeah everything's great" he shook his head and grabbed me again, turning us around so he can lay on my stomach

"Better?" I whispered my hands immediately going to his luscious curls.

"Much" he kissed the exposed part of my stomach and covered both of our bodies with his duvet. "I love you" he closed his eyes sighing in content

"I love you too" I replied although I'm not sure he listened since immediately after he talked I heard little snores from him. Finally closing my eyes feeling nothing, but pure happiness.

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