#insecure manjiro sano

[littleoanh]

Hello lovely! I hope your well and thriving! This is another silly little request, a little bit of angst to fluff. Please feel free to ignore if you'd like!

I was thinking reader who's very good friends with all the bonten men, and has big body issues and often vents to them about it. Everyone disagreeing with her but reader never believes them so one day when reader comes into their office they make the day about her? Telling her why they love her body, and maybe fking the insecurities out of her? (If you feel comfortable withwriting this may I ask that reader has thick thighs, wife hips and love handles, and a small chest?)

Thank you for reading, drink lots of water and enjoy your day!

A/N: Zee, my darling ❤️! Always so thoughtful of me and reminding me to be human. I don’t normally write details of what the fem!reader's body shape looks like (same goes for race, hair color, and skin color). I do try to be as neutral as I can. Also … I haven’t done a group sex this large before 😂. It’s quite challenging but just this once, I will make an exception for you since you are my lovely darling. I hope you enjoy this piece!

Shape of You

Characters: Bonten x fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst (talking about insecurities and low self-esteem on body image - PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU) and smut (handjobs, blowjob, nipple play, groping, oral [reader receiving], cum eating, kissing, hickey, voyeurism (I think?), mention masterbating and non con recording, raw vaginal sex, and creampie)

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading and beta reading!

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The mirror is one of the worst enemies because it shows you your deepest insecurities. It’s difficult to not look at all your flaws. Sometimes, when someone compliments you, you’re pretty sure they’re being nice. You try to find the positive sides of your body but your brain won’t let you. Another one of your worst enemies. However, you plaster a fake smile on your face and pretend you are okay. 

Today, you’re visiting your friends, the Bonten Executives at their Headquarters. Many don’t understand your friendship with them. They are the most notorious group of criminals in Japan and you are a normal girl with a commoner job. How did your friendship start? Flowers. Everyday, you would walk by Bonten's Headquarters since it’s on the way to your job. You notice their flower plants outside were wilting and not wanting something beautiful to die, you secretly took care of them. 

One day, you were approached by security guards and they escorted you to the executives floor. You, of course, were scared half to death because you thought they would be mad at you for disturbing their property. You met with Mikey, Koko, and Takeomi in Mikey’s office and they asked if you were a florist from down the street. Nodding, Koko tried paying for your ‘secret services’ since none of them knew how to care for plants. You completely rejected them since your intent wasn’t money. Takeomi asked what you would like in return, you said you only wanted to care for their flowers. 

Mikey was surprised how sweet and kind you really are and invited you to have lunch with them to get to know you better. This soon bloomed into an unexpected friendship between the executives and you. 

“Hi Koko!” You pop into Koko’s office first since he is one of the few executives who has potted plants in their office.

“Hello, pretty girl.” The nickname almost makes you stiffen. You don’t see yourself that way and it baffles you why he calls you this. “Day off today?” He takes a break from his laptop and watches you inspect his potted plants that he bought from your nursery. 

“I worked this morning but took the rest of the day off since I have more employees now thanks to you.” You smile kindly. Koko has helped find candidates for your nursery so you can have more free time. 

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” Your body tenses again. “Do you have any plans?”

“Hmm, just coming to hangout with you guys.” Koko nods, glances back on his laptop and finds a good stopping point to spend some time with you.

“Why don’t I take you out shopping and buy pretty clothes for you?” Your heart sinks. This makes you uncomfortable. Clothes shopping lowers your already low self esteem, knowing a lot of the clothes at the shops won’t fit you. That’s why you always order online, not wanting to have people to judge you or stare at your imperfect body. Koko catches your look of discomfort, “What’s wrong?”

“We don’t need to go clothes shopping.” Koko immediately knows what this is about and crosses his arms.

“Stop that.” 

“Stop what?” You are now avoiding eye contact by turning your face away from him. Feeling your insecurities show. 

“Your negative thoughts about your body.” Koko approaches you, he gently turns your face for you to look into his dark eyes. This isn’t the first time he witnessed your inner turmoil, you often vent about them whenever someone brings up going clothes shopping or you feel uncomfortable going around Fashion District.“You are beautiful. No matter what size you are.” Tears glisten in your eyes and you begin to sniff.

“No, I’m not. Stop saying that!” Now your tears are rolling down your face. You hate talking about your insecurities and people saying their superficial words when they are perfect. “I am nothing like your pretty girl friends.” His eyes remain still, “I hate when people are judging me when I go out with you guys. Knowing they’re thinking that I don’t deserve to be friends with you all.” 

When you go out with any of the executives, you always feel judged and it eats you up inside knowing you are not worthy to be by their side. You hate these negative thoughts but it just won’t go away. No matter how hard you try, it always lingers. Koko stays silent, watches you cry and his mind churns, thinking of a way for you to listen and understand.

“Come with me.” Koko takes your hand, leading you to the big conference room and sends out a mass text to all the executives. In several minutes, the executives are piling into the conference room. Once everyone is settling into the conference room, Koko grabs their attention. “Thank you for coming here on short notice.” Koko turns to you and takes his seat, “[Y/n], sit on my lap.” Patting for you to sit. Your eyes widen, feeling completely insecure. Did he want you to crush him under your body? Why is he trying to make you uncomfortable more than you already are?

“What? I want her on my lap!” Sanzu pouts, then looks at you with his big droopy puppy eyes. “[Y/n], come sit here!”

“No, I want her-” The room erupts into chaos, until someone quietly takes your hand and you look down to find Mikey pulling you towards him.

“Sit.” Referring to his lap, everyone is now watching you. You are hesitant to sit on him, afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold your weight. “[Y/n], sit on my lap.” His voice is more stern this time, you didn’t want to make him angry. Nervously, you approach his lap and try to sit but you take too long and Mikey ends up pulling you down on his lap. You squeal in surprise, worry that you are hurting him by putting on too much pressure. You try to ground your legs and squat a little to reduce putting all your weight on him but he kicks your legs from under you. His strong grip holds you in place when you try to wiggle around to get off him.

“Mikey, I am uncomfortable and I feel like I am hurting-”

“You’re not hurting me.” Mikey interrupts, his hand is now tracing every curve on your body. “You have nothing to be uncomfortable about.” You tear up, feeling your insecurities seep out. You tense, hating that Mikey is feeling your hips and curvy belly. You feel disgust looking at your own body, and now someone so perfect is feeling it with their hands. All the executives look at you, worry in their eyes.

“I can’t help it. I don’t like the way I look.” You cover your eyes, feeling shame. “I’m nothing like those pretty skinny girls. My thighs are too thick, my hips are too wide, and my chest is too small.” You start sobbing, your hands covered in your tears. You hear someone approach you, they kneel down and gently move your hands away from your face. It is Kakucho.

“Please don’t say all those hateful things about yourself.” He wipes away your tears gently, “I love the way you look.” Then he takes your hand and places it over his heart and it’s beating furiously, “Do you feel this? No one has made me feel this way before. Only you.” 

“Your thighs are not too thick,” Rin steps up next, then kneels next to you and stroking your thigh, “they’re sexy to me.” He grips them, making you squeak a bit, “All I want to do is kiss them all over.” 

“Your hips are not too wide,” Koko is the next one to speak and approaches you, “it’s the perfect size for me to grab and hold you.” He touches your hips, teasingly grazing them. 

“And your chest isn’t too small.” Ran saunters his way over to you, “They are wonderful to look at.” His lilac eyes trails down to your breasts.

“You are beautiful no matter what size you are.” Sanzu ambles towards you, placing his hand under your chin. “Small, big, wide, tall, short… You are gorgeous.” You are sniffing, trying to calm yourself down.

“Really?” Your voice is small. 

“Really.” Mochi appears by your side, “We may be notorious criminals but we’re not liars when we see beautiful women like you.”

“If you don’t believe us.” Takeomi leans down and talks into your ear, “We will show you just how beautiful you are.” You slightly nod, giving them your consent and in a blink of an eye, chaos ensues. Your clothes are flying everywhere, their pants drop and cocks are being whipped out.

Mochi and Takeomi grab your soft hands to stroke their cocks, Mikey gropes your tits while Ran and Rin licks and sucks your already pebbled nipples. Kakucho and Kokonoi spread your legs wider to have access to your pussy, and Sanzu shoves his cock into your mouth. Everyone is enjoying your wonderland body. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” Rin’s drooling over your nipple while gripping your thigh. He loves the softness of your plush skin. Bending down to place pepper kisses all over your thigh. Ran is biting and sucking your tit to leave a heart shaped hickey. 

“You are so pretty when your body is being played with.” Takeomi groans while feeling your delicate hand playing with his length. Mochi is thrust in and out of your hand, loving the feeling of your touch.

“Your pussy tastes like honey.” Kakucho is messily making out with your pussy while Kokonoi is licking and sucking on your clit. 

“Need’a fuck this mouth of yours so you can stop saying these poisonous words.” Sanzu holds your head while thrusting his cock deep into your mouth. Your legs are twitching, feeling yourself about to cum.

“Are you about to cum?” Ran asks, his hand is holding your leg to prevent you from closing your legs. You moan into Sanzu’s cock as though to answer his question.

“Shit, I’m about to cum too.” Mochi moans and Takeomi grunts in agreement.

“Gonna cum soon, sweetheart.” Sanzu coos, beads of sweat dripping on his forehead. Your body starts to squirm but Mikey, Ran and Rin hold you in place.

“Cum.” Mikey whispers in your ear, giving you his permission. Right at the same time, Takeomi and Mochi both cum into your hands, Sanzu cums in your mouth, and you cum into Kakucho’s mouth. You can hear him licking and slurping every juice leaking out of your pussy. Once your body stops shaking, Mikey orders for everyone to stand back. Sanzu pulls out of your mouth with a loud pop sound. The others take a step back from you, your glossy eyes stare into Mikey’s dark orbs. Wondering what he is planning to do. 

Mikey easily lifts you up in his arms, making you squeak in surprise. He lays you out on the conference table and takes out his cock from his pants. You are surprised how thick he is and lifts one of your legs up and places it over his shoulder. “You were worried about hurting me,” Mikey reminds you of your words, “You should be worried how you are going to handle my deep affection for you.” 

Not understanding what he meant, Mikey shoves his thick cock into your drenched pussy and you feel the burn of his stretch. He lets out breathy moans while ramming you hard against the table, it squeaks with every hard thrust. You are moaning loudly, completely forgetting about your insecurities. You wrap your hand into his hair, pulling hard trying to match his thrusts. My god, he feels so good.  You can feel Mikey’s fondness for you, hit the back of your throat, he’s so deep. He leans down, capturing your moans in his mouth and into a deep passionate kiss.

You never thought about kissing him before, now you can’t remember why you haven’t. His lips feel good against yours, the feeling of his thrusts along with it makes it even more pleasurable. Your cunt is making loud squelching noises, creaming over his cock and creating a white ring. His hand reaches to grab your tit and squeezes, you mewl into his mouth. He releases your mouth, his dark orbs are dilated and staring intensely into yours. You have never seen so much raw emotion in his eyes.

“Mi-Mikey, I’m about to cum again.” You whine loudly, the rest of the group is either masturbating or recording you. 

“Do it.” His husky voice commands you, your gummy walls squeezes his cock tightly and throws your head back to let out an undignified moan. “Gorgeous.” He kisses your forehead, continuing to ram you before painting your walls white. His warm cum feels so good, you want more. Mikey gives you another kiss on your lips and pulls away from your soaking pussy. 

“Fuck, darling you’re beautiful.” Ran runs his hand through his short purple and black hair. 

“Anyone else who wants to show [Y/n] how beautiful she is, go.” Mikey tucks his dick back inside his pants, watching Koko to go next inside your pussy and everyone else circles around. He sits back on his chair like a throne, with his arm plop on the arm and head leaning against it while he watches your radiating aura shine brightly. Mikey softly smiles, he hopes after this, you learn to love your body just like him and the others do.

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[piichuu]

♡ WAKING HIM UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

FEATURES: baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano

WARNINGS: mentions of potential murder, a knife, messy writing fluff, gn!reader

BAJI KEISUKE

his eyes flutter open and he sits up in bed as soon as he hears the sound of someone moving downstairs. baji looks to his side just to see you aren’t there and even if anyone else’s first thought would be that you’ve just went downstairs to eat something, his first thought is that someone has come to murder you.

he rushes out of bed and grabs a pocket knife that he has by his night stand, just in case someone who he has troubles with would come to try and do something to you. the stairs creak as he walks, but he doesn’t care as his heart is currently beating out of his chest and he has already began to sweat. “i’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” he mumbles to himself as he enters the kitchen with the knife in hand just to let out a sigh of relief when he sees you making yourself a sandwich by the kitchen counter.

you look up towards him, your eyes widening when noticing the knife he’s holding in his hands, but you soon come to the realization why. “baji, you worry too much. did you really think i was a murderer or something?” you go back to making the sandwich you were dying to eat as you woke up just ten minutes ago, not being able to fall back asleep.

he sighs and puts the knife on the kitchen counter so he can walk towards you, wrapping both of his arms around your waist from behind while hiding his face in your shoulder blade. “how could i not? it’s not often you’re up wandering around at this hour. could you not fall back asleep? you should’ve woken me up then,” he frowns and you smile after hearing him so evidently care about you. “but you were sleeping so peacefully and i didn’t want to wake you.”

you turn around in his arms and place a kiss to his cheek. “i promise, if a murderer would come inside, they wouldn’t be so loud in the kitchen.” “that doesn’t make it better, i want them to be loud so i can hear them,” he speaks and you roll your eyes but wrap your arms around his neck, flashing him a sweet smile. “but there’s no one else but us here, so there’s nothing to worry about.” “i guess, but if i would’ve had a heart attack, you would have had to pay for my medical bills.”

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

some nightmares are worse than others and the worst ones are those when chifuyu is hurt or breaks up with you. it isn’t often you have them, but they seem to suddenly occur after you’ve had a bad day. all the insecurities are getting the best of you, causing those nightmares to ruin your entire night.

your eyes open and you immediately reach for chifuyu who’s laying on his side with his hand on your waist. he is more alive than ever, especially more alive than he was in the dream you just had. “chifuyu?” you whisper his name, needing to hear him respond, just to make sure everything is okay.

he stays asleep, causing the panic to once again take over. you reach for him to touch his face, it’s warm. having you move your fingers across his face slowly but surely makes his eyes flutter open as well. the weak grip he had on your waist now completely loosens as he reaches his hands up to cup your face. “what are you doing, baby? what’s the time?” he asks, looking deep into your eyes through the dark.

“you died,” you mumble, now wrapping your arms around him to stay as close as possible. “you died in my nightmare and i wanted to know you were still alive,” you sniffle, almost in relief as the panic truly got to you. how can a nightmare affect a person in such a way? chifuyu doesn’t know, but he’s aware of how much you worry about him and how he does the same for you.

“i’m alive, baby. i promise, i’m right here,” he smiles softly, pulling you close to his chest before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “don’t cry, it’s okay. it was just a nightmare, i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere,” chifuyu whispers with his lips lingering over your skin and you nod, looking at him with watery eyes before closing them and allowing yourself to relax in the security of his arms. “i’m always gonna be here, i won’t ever leave.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA

it is late into the night and you’re still wide awake. it’s been hours since you first tried to fall asleep. since then you’ve been twisting and turning, causing your boyfriend’s grip around you to loosen. he’s been peacefully asleep since he first closed his eyes and at first, you thought you’d fall into deep slumber just by being in his arms, just like you always do, but tonight is different.

the entire day has been stressful due to the amounts of work and stress you’ve had to go through. it still seems like you haven’t fully calmed down which is the reason as to why you still can’t sleep and relax. usually, you wouldn’t be so selfish, but your last resort is waking mitsuya up, hoping he can help you in some way.

you only have to give him a shake by the shoulder for his eyes to open. he looks at you with half lidded eyes and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close to his chest. “why are you awake? is it morning already?” he mumbles while pressing a kiss to your cheek. you let out a quiet sigh and shake your head, resting it against his naked chest. “can’t fall asleep.”

he furrows his eyebrows and begins to stroke your hair. “darling, you should’ve woken me up earlier. how long has it been since i fell asleep?” mitsuya brushes his fingers through your hair, his expression growing soft as he keeps looking at you in your tired state. “four hours…” “alright, do you want me to read you a book? maybe that’ll help.”

you nod slightly, not knowing if it will actually help, but at least it’s worth a try. mitsuya reaches for a book that lies on the nightstand and opens it up, starting from the beginning. one hand is holding the book as the other one keeps playing with your hair, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. his voice is soft and gentle just as his touch.

the book itself isn’t interesting, but simply hearing the sound of your boyfriend’s comforting voice causes your eyes to slowly close and you to doze off. it doesn’t take too long for the sound of snores to fill the room as mitsuya finishes reading the first chapter, smiling at you before leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “sleep well, my love.”

KEN RYUGUJI

after a few hours of sleep, you wake up to your body shivering from the lack of warmth. the blanket that was previously covering both you and the man beside you has now been taken over completely by your boyfriend who’s curled up on his side, facing you so you can see how his face is finally relaxed and not as tense as it so commonly is. you’ll have to break that peacefulness though, as he holds the cover tightly in his arms, not making it easy for you to get it back.

you sigh, sitting up in bed as you begin to poke his cheek with your pointer finger. he groans and turns a little before opening his eyes to look up at you who wants to fall back asleep as soon as possible before it’s too late. “ken, i’m cold. you stole the cover,” you mumble as he begins to slowly wake up. it takes him a few seconds to register your words, but he soon looks down at the cover he’s holding and let’s go of it, allowing you to climb under them so you can become warm again.

“thank you,” you whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into the crook of your neck. “stop waking me up at night,” his voice is muffled by your skin, but you roll your eyes when hearing his words. “well, last time you were literally crushing me and now you’re making me freeze to death. i have good reasons to wake you up.”

he hugs you tighter as his eyes once again grow heavy, just like yours as the warmth envelops you once again. “whatever, but you’re making breakfast tomorrow if i can’t fall back asleep,” ken mutters and you giggle, nodding your head before leaning down to kiss his temple. “alright, but if you do fall asleep again, we’ll make breakfast together.” “i guess that’s fine.”

MANJIRO SANO

“mikey” you shake his shoulders lightly as you’re sitting up in bed, having been awake for the last couple of hours as the scenes from the horror movie you two watched has been imprinted on your brain. every time you’ve closed your eyes, the only thing you have been able to see are those terrifying faces.

manjiro sano is a deep sleeper so it takes a good while for you to finally wake him up, and when he eventually does, he looks around in confusion. “hm? don’t wanna wake up yet,” he mumbles while pulling you close to him. “let’s sleep in for longer, i don’t wanna get up.”

you sigh and break free from his grip. “i can’t sleep, mikey,” you admit while looking down at him. for a minute, he looks up at you with a raised brow as he doesn’t seem to understand what the problem might be, but then he chuckles lightly. “did the movie scare you that much, baby? i thought you said you weren’t scared,” he fake pouts and reaches for your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours. “do you need me to protect you? your savior is here!”

he squeezes your hands and you roll your eyes, allowing him to pull you back down so you now lay on top of him. he lets go of one of your hands and puts it in your hair instead, gently brushing through the soft strands. “it’s just those scary people that keep popping up every time i close my eyes,” you mutter and mikey smiles softly.

“well, i’m a good fighter so i’ll protect you if they come here. so even if you see them now when you close your eyes, i can talk to you to make you forget them,” he mumbles and you nod, seeming to enjoy that idea, so you close your eyes and listen to the sound of his calming voice, forcing you to forget those ugly faces that’s been on your mind for hours.

mikey keeps stroking your hair and leans in to kiss your forehead when he notices how you’re barely awake anymore. “no more horror movies from now on, i guess.”

SHINICHIRO SANO

you’re straddling his lap as you poke his cheeks to wake him up from the deep slumber he’s succumbed to. his mouth is slightly open and his hair messy from twisting and turning in his sleep, but he still succeeds to wake up from all your poking. “hm? what’s wrong? are you okay?” he grabs your waist as soon as he wakes up, staring right into your eyes as worry begin to fill them.

“i’m fine shin! i just wanted to ask you something…” you mumble, looking away as your face begins to heat up now that he’s finally awake and you can ask him what you wanted. he is still looking up at you with a hint of worry in his eyes as he rubs your waist with his thumbs. “can i have kisses?” you finally ask and as soon as the question is asked, the corners of your boyfriend’s lip curl up into a grin.

he nods and puts a hand on your back to indicate for you to lay down on him. you quickly do as he asks before he cups your face and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. he doesn’t even question the fact that you woke him up for something you can get in the morning instead, he just allows your lips to mold together as he continues to kiss you for what feels like an eternity, a good eternity.

shinichiro moves from your lips to place kisses to every single part of your face. he smiles to himself when hearing the sounds of your giggles filling the dark room and his lips continue to adventure over the different areas of your face. he spends some extra time by your cheeks to then go back to your nose so he can leave a few kisses on the bridge of it. “i love you,” he mumbles before once again kissing your lips.

you hum and fully relax in his arms as the kisses never seems to stop, but they unfortunately have to so you can catch some air again. your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist and sighs contently as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “go back to sleep now or you’ll be tired in the morning,” he whispers while holding you tight. “i’ll give you as many kisses as you want tomorrow.”

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[macsimagines]

I’m so sorry that you’re getting hate. and I’ll make sure to reblog your works more to make sure you feel the appreciation you deserve!

but, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask for a request! Headcannons with Izana, Mikey, and Kisaki that have a photo of their darling on there desk, but when their secretary comes in to the office to hand them paperwork but knock down the photo in the process on purpose. the secretary obviously has a distaste for you being their lover so how would they react to it?

I love a jealous bitch. You just make things a little more interesting for Darling and their man. also this borders on a hyper specific scenario and i hate those so please if you have a fic idea try writing it yourself

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, JEALOUSY, TOXIC BEHAVIOR, MURDER MENTION, NSFW

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

Let that bitch secretary of his stick around because he knows she makes you insecure. No joke, he really does let her act out how she wants because he wants to keep you in check.

Izana will allow her to flirt with him in front of you, maybe even give you some attitude and practically lets her roam around his office flaunting her goods because he wants you to feel bothered and belittled.

He's basically saying; "Look at what I can have and feel blessed I still choose you." without ever saying it.

But he knows he's pushing it and never lets her do anything further than those few things. In fact he treats very coldly if he's alone with her. He only goes out of his way to be nice when you're watching.

Truth is, he can't stand her. Hates her perfume, hates the way she looks, hates the way she speaks. She's only good for one things and that's keeping you in line he doesn't need or want her for anything else.

Then one day, she got cocky, one day she really fucked up. "Oops, knocked over your wife's picture. But it's fine sir, you don't really want to be looking at her when you have me right~?"

After that you never see her at the office again. Her replacement is actually a man hired by Kakucho, who went out of his way to find a proper replacement because he pitied you.

"My old secretary? She got too comfortable. I don't need an annoying woman like that. Now come over here and thank me for my kindness."

Yandere!Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)

Hates that bitch but can't get rid of her. Apparently everyone in the office has had a taste and his underlings convince him that's good for morale. Also she does her work well enough and he can ignore her.

He kidnapped you, robbed you of all your autonomy. He didn't go through all that trouble to just have some cheap whore when he already has you.

But then you keep trying to hold out on him, you're not breaking even though he loves you and on the bad advice of probably Sanzu he tries to use her to make you jealous.

Lets her flirt and even flirts back in front of you, just because he wants to know you still care. At one point you loved him, maybe its still there?

But you're a brick wall, maybe even amused by his antics. And he just goes back to despising her, because she's not you. Not your hair, not your smile, not your smell. She's fucking wrong wrong wrong wrong.

The unfortunate thing is that she's gotten ballsy. She thinks she has a shot, even though he was just trying to use her to get at you. This bitch actually defiled your picture by pushing it out of the way and Mikey...

He sees red. He doesn't like hitting women, maybe that was just the little bit of honor left in him, but he can kill this pig with his bare hands and not even flinch.

Mikey doesn't hear her screams, her begs or even her sorrys when its all said and done. Just a bloody pummled mess on the floor.

Maybe she can be good for something because he calls you into his office and makes you watch his men clean up her corpse and get rid of it. Just as a reminder of how much he loves. And what he's still capable of.

Yandere!Kisaki Tetta

He hates her. You're his whole world and perfect Darling. He showers you every day in affection that he only gives to you and she thinks she has a place?

Kisaki had hired her as a favor to business partner. His eldest daughter. And to keep good morale and images with this other company he gave her a job.

Don't worry, he was going to bleed that company dry and toss her out on her ass when he was done ruining her family's name. She was just a pawn, but you are everything.

But all that doesn't make her obvious attempts at winning him over any easier. Her father probably had sent her to seduce him and probably take your place as his new wife.

The thought makes him want to puke. As if that ugly cow has anything on you, the reason he lives and breaths and conquers the very business world.

You don't even know about the games this Secretary is playing because he doesn't need you to worry you're perfect pretty head about it. This is his problem and he will handle it when the time comes.

But that happens sooner than later when she DEFILES your image by accidentally knocking your photo into the trash. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. I was only putting it where I thought it belonged~"

Well Kisaki was a patient man, but if it was time for action... Her father's company is destroyed, her family name ruined with scandal and defamation, and her corpse was somewhere floating all alone in the ocean.

And you were at home with Kisaki suddenly planning a surprise vacation. "You deserve it, Honey. I just want to spend some time with you."

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𖥻 H e a d c a n o n s!

⁀➷ They react to you suspecting you are being cheated on after seeing them talking "affectionately" to someone else

↻ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi, Takemichi Hanagaki, Izana Kurokawa and Kakucho Hitto

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Manjiro would definitely feel uncomfortable knowing that you believed he would be capable of cheating on you

"What the fuck kind of guy do you think I am?" He would say upon hearing your words, no matter how much he was completely irritated by such distrust, he would try to maintain control so as not to hurt you, he would not betray you under any circumstances, and if he did, he would break up with you and let you know.

"I would never do that, I would never cheat on you, I don't know how you came to that conclusion, but, I wouldn't do that." He would try to find out what caused such distrust and change any type of behavior that was making you jealous.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Kazutora would be hurt by such distrust, as he never intended to cause you such "insecurity"

"Me cheating on you? What a bad joke, huh?" Kazutora would be incredulous at such distrust, since in his eyes he had done nothing wrong and everything was unfair.

"As much as I was offended by this, I understand... Tell me the reason for such distrust, I will change." He would take your jealousy seriously, Kazuto would never hurt you, hearing you distrust him really made him more aware of the way he behaved.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Baji wouldn't take your distrust seriously, he wouldn't even care about your words since his conscience would be completely clear

"I know I'm not the best boyfriend in the world and I'm far from being, but cheating on you would be too much" Even though Baji was a bit of a difficult person to deal with, he was always extremely sincere in his words, Keisuke visibly became surprised and disappointed by such an accusation, he spent some time without talking to you, as the days went by he forgot about this incident, despite not having taken your distrust so seriously, he began to pay more attention to his own behavior.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya would NEVER betray you, he would be worried about your distrust, so he would talk and be very clear with you

"Me betray you? I would never be that coward!" Mitsuya would say immediately upon hearing his words, he would try to remain calm at that moment, as he didn't want to make you hurt even more.

"I didn't enter into this relationship with you without purpose... I love you and I would never break our trust, tell me what made you think that, I'll change, I'm sorry!" Mitsuya would hug you and tell you as sincerely as possible, regardless of what caused you such distrust, he would change that fact.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐢

As soon as he heard your distrust, Takemichi would become extremely agitated, he didn't betray you, but he felt like he had done something wrong without even having done it

"I didn't cheat on you, I'm sorry for making you think that!" In the midst of trying to hold back his tears because he thought you would break up with him even though he was innocent, he would beg for your forgiveness for having caused such mistrust, Takemichi would only calm down when you realized he was telling the truth.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana would be angry, sincerely disappointed with such an accusation coming from you

Izana would remain silent, just listening to you carefully, after finishing listening to his words, he would look at you with disgust.

"If you really think I would do that, you better get out of my life! You don't know me well enough..." He wouldn't react well to your words, Izana wouldn't betray you, he was deeply in love with you and hearing that It really affected him.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Kakucho would not understand the reason for the accusation, but he would do his best to make you believe him and realize that it was all just a misunderstanding

"... I'm sorry, I don't want you to think that about me, I would never hurt you in such a way." He would say calmly, looking away as he was hurt by the rage of your words.

"I don't want to make you suspicious, this won't happen again." Kakucho would be more careful with his behavior, even though he didn't do anything wrong, he never wanted to hurt you.

[eetherealgoddess]

♡♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄWhy Talk to Others When You Have Meꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Toxic Bf Au

❦You mess up when you’re greeted by an old friend from middle school❦

Sano Manjiro x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Why Talk to Others When You Have Me?

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t help but notice your boyfriend’s piercing glare at the old friend who stood in front of you. You tried so hard to focus on the story he was cheerfully going on about, but you could feel Mikey’s nails penetrating the back of your hand as your fingers were locked. You bit your lip to refrain from yelping as you subtly tried to release yourself from his grip, to no avail. You kept your eyes straight as you smiled and responded to the person you hadn’t seen since middle school.

The two of you were never really close enough to hang out other than when you shared classes, but seeing a familiar face can be refreshing when the only people you can be around are your boyfriend’s family and friends. You couldn’t pass the opportunity, desperate for communication when he tapped your shoulder to get your attention. Honestly, if you would’ve known that Mikey could see you from where he stood at the Musashi Shrine, you would’ve tried to end the conversation faster.

“Alright, it was nice to see you! We should get together soon!” The friendly male states, dismissing himself after you both exchanged social media profiles before waving and walking away.

You didn’t want to meet your boyfriend’s gaze, though if you don’t, it will show that you feel guilty for something you shouldn’t have to feel guilty about. Swallowing your anxiety you turn your head to face Mikey, who stares at you with a cold expression.

“I know you’re an attention whore, Y/n, but that doesn’t mean you have to talk to everyone you pass by.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you glance around at his fellow gang member friends standing around you both. They had followed him there, you think so he could just humiliate you in front of them, as he always does when he’s angry with you.

“Mikey, you know I’m not an attention whore. Stop being an asshole.” You say as you snatch your hand out of his grip, crossing your arms before attempting to walk away, only to be snatched by your bicep and forced to look at him.

“So you flirt with a random guy in front of my face and then call me an asshole? Y/n, what’s wrong with you?”

“That’s not fair. Nobody was flirting with anyone and you know that! Don’t be insecure.” You state angrily.

“Hey Y/n, you should calm down. The way you’re acting towards Mikey isn’t cool.” Baji growls as he walks closer to you.

“This has nothing to do with you! Why are you always butting in?” You exclaim as you throw your hands in the air.

“Why are you being so defensive, Y/n? Flirting with someone else isn’t okay.” Draken states with his own arms crossed, scowling at you.

Your eyes widen in disbelief.

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone!” You hate feeling as though you have to explain yourself to a bunch of men you never get along with. They never seem to understand your side of things. You understand their loyalty to Mikey, but this is ridiculous.

“We all saw the display, come on. Just admit it and apologize.” Mitsuya adds on. You shake your head before turning to Mikey, who stood with a stoic expression. You turn away, missing the slight curl of his lips as you stomp away from them.

He dismisses himself from his friends as he follows you to the apartment you both live in which is a short distance away. When you make it to the door, you snatch it open before walking in, heading to the bedroom to lock yourself away from him.

“You’re acting like a brat, Y/n.”

Before you could shut him out, he blocked the door from closing, scoffing before walking in the opposite direction of him only to be stopped by him pulling you into his chest before he grips your neck. You gasp as he narrows his black eyes angrily.

“Delete him right now.” You gaze at him with wide eyes before grabbing your phone out of your pocket and removing the old friend. You threw the phone on the bed.

“This isn’t fair, Mikey. I don’t care about deleting him but it’s not right that you can have your friends but I can’t have my own.”

Especially when they’re so insufferable.

His grip squeezes your neck tighter until you begin to lose air, reflexively grabbing his wrist with both of your hands as you struggle to breathe.

“What’s not fair is you flirting with a guy in front of my face, then you disrespect me in front of my friends. That’s not being a good girlfriend, Y/n.” He says as he lifts her off the ground, using his other hand to wrap around your neck as well. Your eyes tear up as your throat closes, feet dangling as you pierce your nails into both of his wrists, drawing blood.

“You even added him on social media. Why? Why did you have to do that? You think he’s gonna come in and take you from me? You’re mistaken.” He releases your neck before dropping you to the ground. He walks to the bed and sits while you cough, hands on the ground in a kneeling position.

“You should be a good girl and apologize to me. You should be thanking me for not killing him on the spot.” He chuckles the last sentence, though serious with his statement. Little did you know he had already sent his delinquent friends to take care of the problem permanently, as he always does when you meet new or old friends. He can’t risk having you taken away from him. You already know what’s coming next, the scene repeating as it always plays out.

“I don’t want to do anything right now. I’m still angry.” He scoffs.

“Beg me for forgiveness.” He demands.

Although you didn’t want to, you know you’re already not going to win this fight by the past experiences you’ve had to endure. So you swallow your pride and count to five in your head before standing up and turning to him.

“I’m sorry Manjiro. Please forgive me.”

“Sorry for what?”

You paused as you refrained from giving him a glare. Sighing, you answered, “I’m sorry for flirting with that guy, adding his social media, and disrespecting you in front of your friends.”

“Hm.” He mockingly put a finger to his chin.

“Show me how sorry you are.”

You frowned before walking towards him and kneeling in between his legs. He leans back on his hands as he smiles slightly, eyeing you as he loved to see you this way. He loved to see you below him like the pretty little slut you are. His slut.

You reluctantly reach for his erection, pulling it out as you leaned forward. Before you began, you moved your head back and looked at him.

“Mikey, I don’t want to do this right now. You really hurt me.” You say. He sighs as he uses one hand to caress your head.

“Baby, you know I hate it when this happens. It wouldn’t have to be this way if you would just be my sweet girlfriend. This is the only way we can truly make up. It’s only fair since you really hurt my feelings.” He cooed with a concerned expression.

You sigh, yearning for more of this sweet moment considering he’s so detached normally. There have been a couple of times where you’ve tried to leave and he wasn’t having it, always going to far lengths to secure you in his grip. You ached for him to be nice to you, trapped in the cycle of temporary happiness and struggle.

“Come on baby, let's make up. I’m gonna take care of you after this. We can cuddle and watch movies together. How does that sound?” He leans over and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“Fine.” You huff out. You wrap a hand around his erection and encircle your lips around his head, sucking and licking around the lining as his cock twitches in your hand. He holds the back of your neck as he massages your head with his thumb. He releases a soft moan as you take the full girth into your throat.

You pull your head back before continuously bobbing back and forth, closing your eyes as you use your hand to gently grip his balls, wanting him to orgasm fast so you could get to the affection, your heart corrupted with a heavy weight.

“Look at me.” You comply, his heated gaze boring into your orbs as you continue taking him in your mouth.

He grinds his hips against your mouth as the grip on the back of your neck tightens. He accelerates his speed as saliva and pre cum oozes out of your mouth.

“This feels so good. Just like that.” You bob your head against his hips, matching his speed before he grabs your head with both hands and ruts slowly against the walls of your mouth and throat.

“Yes, fuck.” He whispers as he sits up more, aiming himself as he slightly lifts off the bed, fucking your mouth deeply as he brings himself to releasing, the cum shooting down your throat as he holds you there to swallow it all.

You both breathe heavily when he releases you and you pull his milked cock out of your mouth. He pulls you on top of him as he holds you tightly.

“I love you so fucking much.” He whispers against your ear as he presses your head to his neck.

“I love you too.” You breathe out as you ignore the shame and attempt to embrace his love for you.

[saetoru]

#𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘)

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s always been you for him, just like it’s always been sano shinichiro for you

— pairing ⋮ sano shinichiro x reader

— length ⋮ 8.3k words (sobsob)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, best friends/childhood friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, jealous shinichiro, slightly insecure shinichiro, virgin shinichiro, dry humping, praise, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, misunderstandings, the bike shop incident but he lives (in my world he never dies), love confessions, happy ending :)

— notes ⋮ this is for my sweet angel @arlertslove 's selfship collab <3 tysm for letting me join i had so much fun writing my lil love story with shin <33 and fank you cat and ris for listening to me ramble about this and beta reading 💋

shinichiro is used to girls coming into his shop looking for wakasa. he’s used to the wandering eyes and the stalled excuses as they wait around for his friend to show up. and he’s fine with it, really. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why someone would want imaushi wakasa, and he’s not so stupid as to miss the fact that his friend is as smooth with words as he is gifted in the looks department. 

but still, he kind of wishes he could fulfill that one last part of his “biker dream,” the one where he’s got eyes with heart-shaped pupils following his every move as he pretends to be unaware, rolling his sleeve up as a “coincidence” while he tightens bolts with his wrench. but he finds the only eyes of a girl that ever seem to pay attention to him are yours—and he’s okay with that, really. 

it’s just that you’re simply way out of his league, and he’s not foolish enough to daydream over a king’s riches when he’s dressed in the rags of a commoner. 

“shin, do you ever leave this lame ass shop?” you complain, taking a sip of your soda from your straw. from the side, manjiro makes a disgruntled sound of protest. 

“you wouldn’t get it,” the child huffs, cheeks puffed out as he glares at you, “girls don’t get cool stuff like this.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” you snort, shooting him a teasing grin, “i’ll try harder to see the wonders in scrapped hunks of metal.”

“this is not scrap,” shinichiro grumbles, tinkering away at the engine of the bike before him, tongue stuck out in concentration. your gaze softens just a little at the way his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. “this ol’ thing’s still got some life left in her,” he hums, “think i could make a decent number offa her.”

shinichiro is a simple man. he wears a white t-shirt and dark jeans every time you see him, and he does his hair the same way he has since the day you met him as a kid. he has the same fast food order that you know by heart by now, and he still gets a diet coke from the convenience store every time you get a bag of chips—the only thing that’s changed is he now adds a pack of cigarettes to the mix, a sheepish grin on his face when you look at him disapprovingly. 

i’ll break the habit someday, he always tells you, today’s just not that day. and then, before you can open your mouth to tell him not to make promises he can’t keep, he swoops in under your nose and grabs your chips from your hand, lumping them in with his pile and paying for you despite your protests.

every time, without fail. 

“that is if you don’t keep her for yourself,” you point out, making him roll his eyes. 

“are you here to drink all my soda or lend a hand?” he grumbles, shooting you a half-hearted scowl. “now make yourself useful and hand me a few screws,” he turns back around, hand reaching behind him as he motions for you to offer them to him. you reach for what you think are the screws—that is until manjiro snorts in amusement, of course. 

“those are nails,” he snickers, hopping off his stool and moving to get the correct items in question. your brows furrow, glaring at him when he sticks his tongue out to you before plopping a few screws in his brother’s hand—which look awfully close to nails if you might add. “see? you girls aren’t cool enough to understand the difference.”

“hey,” shinichiro scolds, tongue peeking out again as he concentrates on lining the screw up just right. something fond bubbles in your chest at the sight, something warm and sweet, even if it feels just a little scary. “if you keep saying things like that, you’ll never get a girl, manjiro.”

“oh yeah? you’ve never had a girl, shin. what would you know?” the blonde pipes up, and almost instantly, a wave of crimson dusts over his cheeks as shinichiro throws his brother a dirty look. and when you chuckle, hand clamping over your mouth as you giggle into your palm, the blush rises to the tips of his ears. 

he’s cute, you think. he’s always been a charmer, always made your lips twist upwards no matter how much you tell yourself you won’t let him. he’s a good friend too, sends you songs he thinks you’ll like, never leaves you on delivered for too long—even if you text him at three am, and sometimes, even as he rolls his eyes and complains, he’ll shove his plate your way when you steal a bite or two. 

shinichiro’s a simple man. he’s got a good head on his shoulders, and more importantly, a good heart in his chest. 

you think you hate whoever the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with is—even if you’ve yet to meet her…and even if she doesn't quite exist just yet. 

“well, i know how to respect them,” he points a thumb at himself, flicking manjiro’s forehead affectionately as he stands to his full height. he reaches over to grab a towel, wiping the grease off of his hands. “you better head home now,” and then he turns to you. “and you, i’ll walk you home.” 

you start to protest instantly. “i can walk myse—”

“i’ll walk you home,” he says firmly. “it’s getting dark.” you know better than to argue with him when he uses that tone—the same tone he uses on manjiro and emma when he’s being gentle yet firm, loving yet strict. 

“fine,” you huff, but the warm feeling from earlier returns, this time tenfold. you almost think you’ve swallowed the sun in the middle of winter. 

“you better come home right after. grandpa says to be home in time for dinner for once,” manjiro says pointedly, and with a whine of complaint as you ruffle his hair with a grin, he’s off. and then it’s just the two of you as you turn back to shinichiro, devious look on your face that tells him he’s about to be the unfortunate victim of your relentless teasing. 

“you know, at this rate manjiro will settle down with someone before—”

“are you two just gonna spend the rest of the night in here?” a voice cuts you off, smooth and deep—and at the moment, the bane of shinichiro’s existence. wakasa strolls in, hands in his pockets and the stick of an already finished lollipop in between his teeth as he finds his way to stand next to you. 

shinichiro pretends he doesn’t care about the way you beam at his friend. no, he tells himself, he doesn’t care one bit. 

“not everyone closes up early like you,” you tease, poking wakasa’s chest as his smile widens, “quit slacking off at your gym.” and wakasa is as easy to fall for as he is to talk to. he lets banter fall off his tongue almost as naturally as people fall for his charms, and shinichiro doesn’t see why you should be an exception. 

wakasa isn’t a weak man who runs toward trouble before he can think. he wouldn’t have to stand in between your legs as you’re sat on the sink, flinching under your touch as you dab disinfectant on his wounds. he wouldn’t stumble over the right words to tell you when you flash him a smile as you ask him if you look alright. he wouldn’t cry over small things and embarrass himself when you’re around to witness. so of course you’d want imaushi wakasa—who wouldn’t? 

shinichiro just wishes that it were as easy to shrug off the sinking of his heart as he tells himself it is. 

“well, there’s not much keeping me there when i don’t have a pretty face to keep me company,” wakasa teases back as he winks playfully, and shinichiro almost has to swallow down bile as you look down shyly. 

when was the last time you ever looked away from him shyly? or the last time something he said ever made you stumble over your words as you answer back? his mood sours, and then before he can think, he shrugs his jacket over his shoulders, lips pressed into a tight line as he clears his throat for your attention. 

“well, you heard manjiro. i shouldn’t be late for dinner,” he says dryly, making your brows furrow. “i’ll be off.”

“but what about—”

“waka will walk you home,” he grunts, cutting you off before turning to the male beside you, “you know how to lock up.”

“shin—” but then he’s gone, and you’re left alone with wakasa as the door shuts behind him. you stare at the man next to you, and he stares back, and neither of you quite know what to say—or what’s even happened in the first place. 

and when you get home that night, for the first time in a really long time, your text message gets left on delivered for ages—even though it’s not three am. 

——————————

by now, it’s common knowledge that sano shinichiro has never had much luck in the love department. he asks and asks, and girls always deny and deny. but contrary to popular belief, he’s not desperate for some sort of action like most guys his age are. he’s not particularly interested in sex—at least, not urgently, anyway. and he doesn’t think he’s undesirable by any means, after all, he wasn’t the leader of the top gang in the nation for nothing. he’s sure there are girls who would happily take the chance to sleep with him—but that’s not quite what he wants. he doesn’t want a meaningless fling one after the other. 

he just doesn’t like the idea of waking up to empty sheets with the lingering scent of perfume and sex, and he doesn’t like the idea of not knowing the names of people he gets in bed with. and he especially doesn’t like the idea of letting people see the intimate parts of him without feeling intimately for him in some shape or form. the truth is that shinichiro, the weak king and famed leader of the mighty black dragon, is really just a romantic at heart. 

so he asks shyly, roses in one hand and his heart in the other, weight shifting on the balls of his feet. he asks and asks, and girls deny and deny—and he wonders if maybe he’s just too pathetic to love. 

and then there’s you. 

he’s been in love with you since before love was a concept he even understood—and he suspects he’s even been in love with you since his “girls have cooties” stage at the tender age of six. for as long as he can remember, sano shinichiro has grown up on the warmth of your hand holding his. 

you hold it in line at school when you insist he be your line buddy, you hold it when you carefully help him off the ground when he’s beaten by people twice his size, you hold it when you’re nervous about getting lost in a busy crowd on the streets, and you hold it in his dreams before tugging him in for a kiss. 

but of course, as on brand of his luck as ever, he wakes up before he can feel the softness of your lips and taste the sweetness of your chapstick—which he suspects you wear strawberry flavored. 

except today, shinichiro doesn’t get to wake up to the crushing disappointment of your kiss being cut short. instead, today he’s awoken by the loud sound of a fist banging on his door, making him jolt awake with a gasp. 

“shin, open the damn door,” you demand from the other side, and he groans, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a scowl. now he’s thinking of the image of your lips pressing onto wakasa’s, and he feels bitterness creep up his shoulder, hunching over him and whispering sweetly in his ear to ignore you and promptly fall back asleep.

but you’re nothing if not persistent, so you keep pounding against his door. 

“sano shinichiro, if you don’t open this door right now, i’ll walk in whether you’re decent or not,” you warn. 

“well, i’m naked. so stay right there,” he calls out—even as he’s dressed fully clothed in a tank top and sweats. 

“you don’t sleep naked,” you point out dryly, and he can just picture the scowl on your face, the way your arms cross, and your cheeks puff up in anger. he can also picture the way your foot taps impatiently, and if he wasn’t so mad at you (for no good reason at all), he’d have smiled fondly. 

“how would you know?” he mutters, “you sleepin’ in the same bed as me?”

“shin, just open the damn door,” you sigh, and the soft thud against the wood tells him your forehead has gently fallen against the surface. 

shinichiro, as he has been for most of his life, has not one ounce of him that has the strength to deny you. so with a heavy sigh, he slumps back against the headboard of his bed, crossing his arms. 

“door’s open,” is all he says. 

you don’t waste a moment, twisting the doorknob and walking into his room. it’s dark, and the curtains haven’t been drawn yet, but like clockwork, you step over the piles of clothes and seat yourself at the foot of his bed. you know his room like that back of your hand, what with the way you’ve spent damn near two decades coming over. 

sano shinichiro has been your best friend since childhood—which by default, has always made you both susceptible to the cliche they’ll get married when they’re older remarks adults love to throw around so easily. 

at six, you don’t care much for the statement outside of the mild shock you feel that adults always bring marriage into everything. shinichiro is fun, and he’s sweet, and that’s it. more importantly, he’s tall and easy to find when you play hide and seek, so you always end up winning. but shinichiro also splits his candy bar with you when you can’t decide between that or a bag of chips, and in exchange, you give him half of your bag. it works—you think it’s a rather unlikely pair between the two of you, but it works. 

at twelve, you’re disgusted. shinichiro and you could never get married—could you? the adults need to stop talking because honestly, adults don’t know what they’re talking about. they work just to pay taxes, they tell you to go to bed at ten pm because “sleep is important”—only to stay up until three am themselves, and they always talk about marriage when half of them can’t even make theirs work. shinichiro is your best friend and that's it. you don’t think you could ever kiss lips as chapped as his anyway. 

at eighteen, you think the adults may have had a point. maybe they know what they’re talking about after all. shinichiro is so incredibly handsome—when did he get this handsome? he smokes outside with his hair slicked up, a new little style he’s trying out, but it’s always back to falling over his eyes by the end of the day. the phase doesn’t last very long. and even though as his best friend you hate that he inhales those death sticks, as his secret admirer you can’t help but appreciate how perfect his lips look curled around the roll of tobacco as he takes a drag. 

at twenty-three, you hate the adults for filling you up with false hope. you think they must hate the youth and that’s why they fill their minds with sick, cruel daydreams and fantasies of true love and happily ever afters. shinichiro has asked every girl he can think of on a date except you. you know it’s because you’re his best friend—but that’s just the problem. best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be, and it’s all the more frustrating that it’s all he’ll ever see you as, that you’re the only fucking girl he hasn’t asked out—especially since you’re the only fucking girl that appreciates him enough to say yes in a heartbeat. 

but shinichiro is your best friend, and you’d rather have him like that than not at all. 

“why’ve you been ignoring me,” you cut right to the chase, crossing your arms and throwing him a look as mean as they get. he crosses his arms right back, looking to the side as he avoids answering your question. 

he’s obnoxiously persistent in avoiding you even as you’re less than two feet away from him, so you decide you have no other choice than to be obnoxiously stubborn in demanding his attention one way or another. 

“shin, if you don’t spit it out, i’ll tell waka it was you who scratched his bike,” you threaten. it’s a good start, it gets his lips to twitch into a slight frown, but he’s still determined. “i’ll scratch your bike,” you huff. still nothing. “i’ll tell manjiro about that one time you accidentally—”

“you promised you’d keep that a secret,” he scowls, and then his eyes widen. it’s too late, though, and you’re already grinning at him cheekily as you revel in your victory. rolling his eyes, he grumbles under his breath before uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to either side of him with a sigh. “what is it?”

“oh, i don’t know,” you scoff in disbelief, raising a brow as if to question if he’s being serious. “maybe it’s that you’ve been radio silent for three whole days. three! i could’ve been dead in an alleyway and you wouldn’t even know.”

“i’d be invited to the funeral,” he points out.

“i’d tell them not to let you in.”

“you’re supposed to be dead,” he furrows his brows, staring at you like you’re stupid—and then you’re back to usual for a moment, like he hasn’t ignored your existence every time he remembers you smile at wakasa, like you aren’t ready to skin him alive for disappearing off the face of the earth, like you’re both just too damn in love with each other to stay mad for long. 

it’s a little too bad he doesn’t realize it and neither do you. 

“it was hypothetical,” you pinch your nose. “stop dodging. why haven’t you been talking to me?” 

“glad to know you noticed,” he grumbles. he could really use a smoke right now, he thinks. but it’s barely eleven am and he hasn’t even had breakfast yet—even he’s at least that much concerned for his own wellbeing. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?’ your eyes narrow, angry slits that glare at him like they’re daring him to explain himself further and tread down such a dangerous path. but shinichiro doesn’t back down, doesn’t even falter as he looks you dead in your eyes as he answers. 

“just thought you’d be busy is all,” he says nonchalantly. too casual, too relaxed. like the calm before the storm—and you sense a storm might be approaching rather rapidly. “talking to wakasa must really clog up your schedule.” 

“what the fuck does that even have to do with anything, shin?” you stare at him incredulously. that evening was not your first time talking to imaushi wakasa, nor was it your second or third, and it likely won’t be your last. you’ve talked to wakasa so many times, you can’t imagine why it should matter to shinichiro now. 

unless…

no, you reprimand yourself, no wishful thinking. but what else could it be if not jealousy? all too suddenly, a small spark of excitement knits itself comfortably into your bones, and in a small fit of boldness, you wriggle your brows at him. he scowls instantly. 

“what are you makin’ that face for at me—”

“are you jealous, shinny?” you tease, shuffling to sit next to him, face inching closer to his. you almost—almost, but not quite—miss the way he gulps. 

maybe wishful thinking is only wishful thinking until it comes true. 

“w-what are you…n-now you’re just makin’ stuff up—” he cuts his stuttering off when you giggle, face crimson as he throws you a (weak) glare. reaching, you pinch his cheek, and you can hear the audible hitch in his throat as you do. 

“jealous you won’t be my number one man? don’t worry,” you hum, patting his face gently with affection. anything to keep touching him. “you’re the only one i text at three am—though it would be much appreciated if you’d answer this time,” you say pointedly. 

“you’re the only person i text at three am too,” he mutters. 

“not that anyone else texts you at three am,” you snicker, throwing your head back and laughing when he gently bumps your shoulder with his. “it’s a good thing. more attention for me. if you text other girls in the middle of the night, i’ll have to enlist wakasa for more attention—”

his face sours, making you trail off. and for some reason, he really seems to be taking this friendliness with wakasa personally. 

“well, what’s wakasa got that i don’t anyway?” he grumbles, “just cause he’s a good kisser or something doesn’t mean—quit laughing,” he hisses when he hears you chuckle quietly. 

“how do you know wakasa is a good kisser?”

“you tryin’ to tell me you think he’s not?” he raises a brow. somehow, your silence tells him everything he needs to know, and he feels bitterness creep into his skin, seeping into the small crevices of sano shinichiro that are very hard to reach—the small parts of him that are envious and resentful, so unlike his usual golden heart. 

“i’m sure you’d be a great kisser,” you offer, which he takes as a half-ditch effort to comfort him. “you just need to practice ‘s all.”

“yeah well, that’s kind of hard to do when no one even says yes to a date,” he grunts. 

it’s quiet. he almost feels bad for springing this on you like this, like it’s your fault you’re into a guy as great as wakasa—like it’s your fault girls aren’t into a guy who pales in comparison like shinichiro. 

“we could practice if you want,” you say quietly. he finally turns to look at you full on. 

“what?”

“well, i mean…just for practice, you know? we’re still friends,” you shrug nonchalantly. 

right, friends. but shinichiro wants to feel your lips on his one way or another, and this might just be the only way. he’s not going to ask for more than what he’s already been graciously offered from the universe. 

“okay,” is all he says, voice somewhat strained. “d-do i gotta like…y-you want me to play music? o-or i could—”

“shin,” you snort, staring at him amused, “we don’t need music to kiss.” he’d be embarrassed—really, he would. but you’re just so pretty when your eyes are bright like that, and he’s shameless enough to be proud he’s made you laugh. 

wakasa can suck on that, he thinks.

“w-well, i just thought…c-cause you know, people say music sets the…you know?” he stares at you like he hopes you’ll catch what he’s hinting, and you blink innocently—purposely, he suspects. “you know, th-the mood,” he croaks. 

“we’re kissing, not fucking,” you snort. he sputters at the directness, and then you decide to spare him and cup his face with both hands, face hovering just inches before his. “just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” you murmur, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly. 

like he’d ever ask you to stop, he thinks. still, he gulps and nods. 

“okay,” he murmurs back when you seem to wait for him to say it verbally. “i will,” he assures, 

and just like that, you kiss him. shinichiro almost takes this as a sign to pinch himself, just to make sure this isn’t a dream he got lucky in and didn’t wake up early from. but he decides if this is a dream, he’d be cruel to take away the one chance he has to experience this, so he plants his hands on your waist instead, gently tugging you to straddle his waist. 

his lips are soft, and they aren’t chapped like they once used to be. your lips taste of strawberry chapstick, just like he always imagined. 

shinichiro isn’t a bad kisser, you decide. he’s equal parts enthusiastic as he is gentle, and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t one of—if not the—best kiss you’ve ever had. but then again, maybe it’s just because you’re in love with him. you’ll take him however you can, and even if this is just “as friends,” you’re content at the moment with the way his lips mold against yours, large hands gripping onto your hips as he pants under you. 

except, neither of you takes the initiative to be the one who pulls away—and then one thing sort of leads to the other, as they always do in cases like this. your hands wander to his hair, tugging at his roots, he groans in surprise, and then suddenly both of your hips are grinding your crotches together. he lets out a muffled moan against your mouth as you rub against his growing erection. 

and even though you really shouldn’t, you grind down on him until you feel his hard-on poke through his sweats, pulling sweet little whines from him as his breath grows ragged. 

“f-fuck, that…that feels good,” he groans quietly, “keep doing that.”

“yeah?” you ask, “like this?” your lips are trailing along his jaw, sucking on the skin—just because you can, just because he’s not stopping you. he throws his head back against the frame of his bed, whimpering as you drag up and down his length through your pants. you gasp as you feel him rub against your clit, hips moving faster as you chase the friction. 

he seems just as desperate for it as you do—because now, his hips buck to match your rhythm, panting raggedly as he feels his orgasm slowly build up. 

“‘m close,” he gasps, “fuck, fuck, ‘m so close. jus’ a bit more—f-fuck,” he cuts himself with a whimper of your name as he cums, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly tight as he desperately rolls his hips against you. you watch his head fall back, how his cheeks are flushed with a rosy hue, how he shudders with a blissed-out face as his mouth parts with pretty little moans, how his hair falls over his closed eyes and curtains his face. you feel his pants dampen, sticky ropes of cum seeping through the fabric, making a mess and soiling both of your clothes. 

but you’re too busy mewling as he drags against your clit to care, hips rutting against him faster. you’re close—he knows it too, and he’s determined to get you falling off the edge as quickly as possible. 

“c’mon,” he says through a shaky voice, “jus’ let go, cum for me.” for someone with no experience, shinichiro isn’t as shy as you initially thought, and he certainly knows where the clit is. he guides your hips with his hands, helping you stroke against his cock until you slump over him, crying out as you cum too. your walls spasm around nothing, aching to clench around his girth. 

“shin,” you whine, “sh-shit, feels good.”

“god, n-need to be in you,” he gasps, “can i? please, please, please,” he pleads into your skin as his head falls to the crook of your neck. you don’t waste a second, grabbing at the hem of his tank top and lifting it over his head, slipping it over his arms. you take off your own shirt, and his eyes fall to your chest instantly. “can…can i?” he asks hesitantly, and you nod, grabbing his hands to cup either tit. 

“yes please,” you breathe, letting out a shaky sigh as he kneads your breasts in his hands before letting them wander to unclasp your bra. he gulps when it falls, eyeing your bare chest before leaning to press a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against the skin, nose brushing against it and sending shivers up your spine. his thumbs roll over your nipples, pebbled and hard under his touch, pulling a soft moan from you as he pinches lightly and rolls them between his fingers. “feels good?” he gives you a charming little grin—just a little giddy he’s doing something right. 

“yes, keep going,” you whine, pulling a grunt from him as you shuffle on his lap to get closer, rubbing against his still hardened cock. your hand reaches past his waistband, pulling his length out and wrapping your hand around it as you squeeze gently. 

shinichiro lets out a strangled groan—somehow, it feels way more different when it’s your hand and not his. he lets out ragged breaths as you gently stroke him, whimpering when your thumb glides through his slit and smears the pre cum around the head of his cock. 

he’s pretty, long and curved and flushed a soft pink at the tip—and truth be told, bigger than you expected. 

“fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, staring down at the way your hand fists his cock, a slick, wet noise ringing through the room as you drag your hand up and down his length. he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his hair clings to his sweaty forehead. and then you pull away, making his eyes fly open as his mouth opens to protest. 

you speak before he can. “you sure about this?” you ask, and he swallows at the tenderness of your voice, the way your eyes are soft and sweet and searching his for any signs of changing his mind. 

he shakes his head quickly—embarrassingly quickly if he’s being honest with himself. 

“yes. please don’t stop, baby,” he groans, and the pet name slipping off his tongue is all the encouragement you need, letting out a labored breath before nodding. 

shinichiro watches in a trance as you rid yourself of your pants and underwear, watches as you tug his own sweats down his hips and help him out, watches in sheer awe as your grip his shoulders and line your entrance up with his tip, rolling your hips to just glide him over across your folds, gathering your slick along the head of his cock. you both shudder at the contact, and slowly, you sink down on him, taking him in inch by inch. 

“god—f-fuck, s-so tight,” he chokes, hands flying to your waist and gripping tightly, panting harshly as his eyes squeeze shut. you gasp, head falling to his shoulder as you sink down on the last few inches, bottomed out as he drags along your walls. 

he’s big, and he curves into you just right—almost like he was made to fit you. slowly, you grind your hips, moaning against his shoulder as he groans, the sound of his voice making you clench down on him unintentionally. 

“so full, shin,” you whine, “feels good—you make me feel good.” slowly, the grinding turns into your hips slamming down on him, bouncing on his cock as he throws his head back and lets out a wanton moan. 

“sh-shit—you’re perfect, so, so perfect,” he rambles, hips snapping up to match your pace, thrusting into you deeper. he pauses for a moment when you let out a shrill squeal when he slams into you particularly deep, fat tip kissing your sweet spot and making you cling to him tighter. he throws you a cheeky grin, one that makes your heart melt and your eyes roll at the same time. “looks like i found it,” he grins to himself, and then he’s flipping you both over, a new aura of confidence radiating off of him that you’ve never quite seen in shinichiro. 

“shin, please,” you whine, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his forehead down to press against yours, “fuck me,” you whisper. 

“shit, baby,” he groans, “look at you, so pretty. prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” you clench down on him. who would’ve thought praise from his tongue could make you wonder if you’re about to cum again, but it sounds so perfect off his tongue. so intimate and so sacred. “needed you so bad, you have no idea.”

“me too,” you gasp, drawn-out moan pulling from your lips as he thrusts into you, rolling his hips and bullying his cock past your folds in a perfect rhythm—you almost question if he really has been a virgin this whole time. 

shinichiro is pretty—it’s the conclusion you’ve allowed yourself to come to after a long time of denying it. he looks pretty when his hair falls over his eyes as the sun makes the strands look a shade lighter, and he’s pretty when he rubs his neck and laughs nervously in the endearing little way that he does. and now you know he sounds it too, breathy and whiny against the shell of your ear as he desperately fucks into you, losing himself to the warmth of your walls, to the way they flutter around him so tightly. he’s also pretty when he lets out a deep, raspy grunt, and it serves as a reminder that he’s grown into a man now. 

he’s not the same cry baby on the playground, staring up at you through wobbly lips and a bruise on his cheeks, desperately fighting back the tears in his eyes. 

he’s a man now, lean and built with muscle you never really noticed was there, with a deep, husky voice that you never really took the time to register how much has changed over the years, with hands that are big now, way bigger than you ever remember as they pin your hands over your head, wrapped around your wrists. 

but somehow, he’s still the same shin when he meets your eyes as his forehead presses against yours. your shin—your shy, awkward, weak little cry baby shin. 

and you love him. 

“you close? ‘m so fuckin’ close,” he pants, and then his hand sneaks down in between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit, making your back arch as you mewl, chest pressing against his as your nipple graze against each other. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum baby. cum with me,” he pleads. 

“s-so close, shin,” you sob, “need it, need it so bad.”

“fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, “anyone ever tell you that? how fuckin’ perfect you are? you drive me so fuckin’ insane.”

“shinichiro,” you cry one more time before he angles his hips to slam into your spot, and then you cum—hard. your hips leave the mattress, shrill squeal rolling off your tongue as your walls spasm around him, making him grunt at the way you squeeze his cock. your legs are wrapped around his waist, mouth hung open as your eyes roll back, and if your face isn’t enough to send him over the edge, the way you moan through broken sobs definitely is. 

“fuck, fuck—y-you gotta let go, baby. ‘m gonna…gonna c-cum, gotta let me go—”

“no, no, inside,” you beg, wrapping your legs around him tighter, pulling him closer as you stare up at him with wide, watery doe eyes. “please, i need it.” 

he couldn’t hold back if he tried. 

“shit—you’re really gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he groans, and then his lips are on yours, desperately kissing you, letting you drink in his moans and swallow them up as he spills into you, cumming a second time. 

he cums for what feels like forever—and if it were up to you, it’d be longer than that. his hips are sloppy, fucking into you as he rides out his orgasm with muffled whines against your mouth and a tight grip on your wrists. “fuck, fuck, fuck—f-feels good. ‘s so good,” he babbles, and you can feel his cock twitch with every rope of cum he spills into you, painting your walls white. with three more thrusts, he finishes, whimpering as you flutter around him and milk him dry. 

and as he pulls out, slumping his body over yours while he breathes through labored inhales, shakily catching his breath, you take this as the perfect opportunity to be brave. 

you’re brave as you mumble, “i love you, shin,” fingers weaving through his sweaty locks. 

he tenses. your heart shatters. there’s a knock on his door. 

“shin, hurry up,” you hear manjiro’s muffled voice through the door, “grandpa says no breakfast for either of you if you don’t come right now.” there’s a quiet grumble of, “they talk so much, as if they don’t see each other every day,” under the blonde’s breath, and then you hear the soft pads of his feet as he walks away. 

and silently, as you both dress and fix up your appearances, you don’t know if shinichiro is the same shin you grew up with. 

you don’t stay for breakfast, and he doesn’t ask you to. 

——————————

shinichiro is stupid. 

he’s a fucking idiot and he knows now why he’s never had any luck in the department of love. he’s pathetic and a coward and he deserves all the rejections he’s got lined up on his record—at least, that's what he woefully tells wakasa as he’s got his head in his hands. 

“you’re not a virgin anymore?” wakasa asks in shock, mouth agape as though this is more surprising than the aftermath shinichiro’s so kindly summed up—the same aftermath that happens to be the worst mistake of his life. 

“that’s not the fucking point i’m making,” he grits his teeth. “the girl i’m in love with thinks i don’t feel the same, man. can you read the room?”

“so no congrats cake, then?” wakasa asks, just to be sure. he dodges the screwdriver thrown at his head expertly. “i don’t see what the big deal is,” wakasa sucks on his lollipop, shrugging as though it’s a simple matter. shinichiro wishes his aim wasn’t equally as bad as wakasa ability to dodge is good. he really wishes the screwdriver hit. “anyway, just show up at her house with flowers and say, i love you too, i just got shy. girls love flowers.”

“i wasn’t shy, i was shocked,” he mutters quietly, “and it’s not that simple,” he grunts, sighing as he wallows in self-pity. wakasa is not as good at relationship advice as shinichiro thought, and now he’s even more irritated that someone as dense as his friend is blessed with so much romantic appeal. 

“why not? she loves you, you know that now. the hard part’s done,” wakasa shrugs, “so you guys like…had full-on sex? are you actually not a virgin anymore?”

“you know what, forget i said anything,” shinichiro huffs, staring down at his hands with a frown. wakasa gazes at him for a moment, eyeing the look on his face that can’t be labeled as anything other than purely crestfallen. 

“if you love her, you wouldn’t be sitting here feeling bad for yourself,” wakasa says quietly. “between the two of you, she’s probably more miserable right now,” he mumbles. “no point in being a coward now.”

it’s silent. and then shinichiro’s groaning before he stares up at the ceiling. 

“i’m not like you,” he mutters, “i can’t sweet talk or be romantic or anything. i’m hopeless.”

“you’re right,” wakasa agrees thoughtfully, picking at his nails as he rolls the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, “you’re not me.”

“okay, man. i get it, you don’t have to—”

“that’s why you lead black dragon and not me,” wakasa looks him dead in the eye, giving him a pointed look as though to say wake up. “and that’s why she loves you and not me. quit makin’ excuses and get off your ass.”

and shinichiro is stupid. 

he’s painfully unaware of a lot of things, reckless and a tad bit too spontaneous in his choices, but he thinks maybe you’ve known that all along, and you still love him even through the busted lips and wounded pride. you loved him through his delinquency and trouble-making habits, and you loved him before he’s built himself to be the most respected gang leader around these parts. 

so with a nod, he smiles softly at his friend—maybe it’s a good thing wakasa dodged the screwdriver after all. 

“thanks, man.”

“yeah, whatever, don’t make it weird,” wakasa grunts, rolling his eyes. there’s a fondness in his gaze, though—and his lips just barely tug at the edges. “so did you really last long enough?”

this time shinichiro throws a wrench. 

——————————

it wasn’t supposed to go down like this. he had a plan. a foolproof plan. 

he had the flowers, he had the chocolate, and he even had a piece of paper in his pocket with a bulleted outline for the all the things he wanted to say—reading off of it word for word seems like a tad bit of a dick move, so he opts for bullet points instead of full sentences. 

it was supposed to be smooth and heartfelt and endearing enough that you’d have absolutely no choice but to give in to his charms and say it’s okay, shin. i still love you. and maybe, if he got lucky and the universe was on his side, he’d get to kiss you some more. maybe other things too, but he tries to be practical and not hope for too much.

but evidently, the universe was not on his side because before he can even grab the flowers and be on his way to your house, he’s being robbed. and to make things worse, it’s by his own brother’s friends. and to add icing to the cake, one of them split his head open with a fucking chain cutter. he wonders if this is karma for trying to hit wakasa’s head with not just a screwdriver, but a wrench too. 

so, instead of your front doorstep, he lands himself a nice little visit to the hospital, a teary-eyed manjiro and emma at his bedside by the time he wakes up. 

“shin, do you remember me? i’m your sister, emma,” she says with wobbly lips and a quiet sniffle, tugging gently at his hospital gown. his eyes soften, and he places a hand on top of her head, ruffling her hair affectionately. 

“yes, emma, i still have my memory,” he chuckles, “and you must be manjiro,” he teases. manjiro purses his lips with a huff, but when two tears trickle down his cheeks, shinichiro wipes them away with the pad of his thumb. “i’m fine,” he murmurs, “see? nothin’ to worry about.”

and then the door slams open and everyone flinches, all eyes darting to look at you as you stand with your own teary eyes and wobbly lips, the sound of your sniffles joining the rest. 

“oh shin,” you sob, and soon, you’re gently cupping his cheeks and tilting his head to get a better look at the bandages. “does it hurt? are you gonna have any permanent damage? is the kid in jail? do you remember what happened? wait, do you remember me? it’s me, remember? we’ve been friends since we were kids, i helped you up after you got beat—”

“okay,” he hisses, “we don’t need to relive that. it’s in the past,” his eyes glance at manjiro and emma before meeting yours again. you purse your lips and roll your eyes. 

“you almost died,” you spit at him, “how are you still worried about your rep?”

“i’m fine,” he grumbles, and then his eyes soften and he meets your gaze. he feels his heart sink when he notices there are tear tracks down your cheeks, staining your pretty little face in a way it never should be—you’re too good for this world for that. “really, i am.”

before either of you can even ask, manjiro is grabbing emma’s hand and tugging her along as he shuffles out the door, leaving you both to yourselves in the room without two sets of eyes watching…whatever this moment is as it goes down. 

“shin,” you sigh, seating yourself down on the chair beside his bed. he almost whines in protest when your hands leave his face, missing your touch as soon as it’s gone. “i’m sorry i’ve been avoiding you. i…it’s not your fault you don’t feel the same.”

“wait—”

“it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” you cut him off, “i get it, really i do! and i’m not hurt. well, i am a little sad, i can’t lie, but i’ll be fine. we’ll be fine. i don’t…i can’t lose you, shin, you know? we can be friends, i’m okay with just friends—you’re my best friend, and i thought…i thought you were gonna die, and i hadn’t spoken to you in like five days, and—”

“but i do—” you shush him with a finger to his lips. 

“just let me finish, okay? i’m really glad you’re okay, i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t. god, you weren’t waking up, and there was so much blood when i got there, and manjiro was…a-and…” you trail off, voice cracking and eyes watering—and now you’re crying. sobbing, actually. sobbing and tearing his heart right out of his chest and shredding it one tear at a time, and he scrambles to grab your hand. 

“you sure do love to hear yourself talk,” he grumbles, tugging you forward to wipe the tears off your face. and the proximity should make him the shy, awkward guy he always reverts into when you’re so close, but somehow all of it flies out the window at the sight of you crying. 

he hates the idea of tears ever falling down your cheeks, and he hates the idea of him being the cause even more. 

“what are you—”

“i’ve been trying to say,” he huffs, “i–” he takes a breath, one that’s a little shaky before he swallows. “i love you too. i just…just got surprised, you know? cause…cause you’re you, and you laugh at wakasa’s jokes—even though he’s not really that funny, anyway,” he rolls his eyes at the mere thought of wakasa, “and i just froze. i-it’s not cause…l-like, i meant to say it back, really! i j-just…w-well you know me,” he chuckles nervously. you’re staring with your mouth agape. “n-no one’s ever said anything like that to me—well, no. i do get told i love you…by like my family and stuff—wait, that sounds lame. forget that last part—” he almost wishes hanemiya kazutora hit him harder with the chain cutter at this point when he hears you giggle. 

maybe death would be better than this, and at least that way he could haunt wakasa to make sure he stays far away from you. but he’s here, making a complete fool of himself as he openly admits that in his twenty-three years of life, he usually really just hears i love you from his younger siblings—and that’s typically only through batted lashes to get him to give in and let them get their way. 

“well, at least hitting your head didn’t change you,” you tease, “you’re still the same.”

“it’s too soon to be making head trauma jokes,” he glowers, “i just poured my heart out to you, you know.” 

“i know,” you hum, cupping his cheek and tracing a thumb over the skin. he leans into your touch and closes his eyes—and a small part of him is just the slightest bit proud he doesn’t need flowers and chocolate and his stupid bulleted list of things to say on paper. 

maybe, he’s enough as is. shy, awkward, weak little cry baby self and all. 

“it would be really appreciated if after this, you stopped giving imaushi wakasa the time of day,” he grumbles, “he’s really fuckin’ annoying.”

“you be nice to waka,” you chide, staring at him sternly. he pouts unhappily at the way you defend his friend. “he always says good things about you.” 

at twenty-three, you think the adults are right. you don’t see yourself spending your days with anyone else besides shinichiro, and if you have to fight the reaper’s scythe yourself, you will—but you’re marrying sano shinichiro one way or another. now that you have him, you’re never letting him slip from your fingertips again. 

so you climb into bed with him, tangle your legs with his and lay your head on his chest, ignore the cramped bed on the hospital that’s a little too small for the both of you, and you gently tilt his head down and you kiss him. 

he kisses back as he holds your face, smiling against your lips like he’s got the world in his palms—and he does. 

“i’m in love with you,” you murmur as you pull away, not meeting his gaze. your finger traces patterns into his chest, and his arm curls around you tighter. 

“oh,” he says. 

you glance up at him, frown marring that pretty, pretty face of yours. “that’s it?”

“and i’m in love with you too,” he whispers. 

“oh.” 

“that’s it?” he pouts playfully, bringing a hand to his chest as he writhes in faux agony. you snort, throwing your head back as you laugh, and he grins down at you, watching the light break over your face as you realize it’s always been you all along—just like it’s always been him. 

“shut up, shin,” you smack his chest, smiling against his lips when they find yours in another giggly kiss. 

shinichiro is a simple man. he finds that if he has you, he doesn’t really need anything else.

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[joonipertree]

Sun Forest | Masterlist

My name means 'The First Rays of the Sun" which makes sense cuz im a sunshine baby and love falling for grumpy, stoic men !

Going back into the One Piece fandom! Big Mikey lover and Bonten's Princess (see my bonten tattoo for proof)

Read my lil stories here:

Mikey | Sano Manjiro (Tokyo Revengers)

Mikey loving Chubby reader part 1 | part 2

If you were taller than Mikey

Michael (derogatory)

Skincare with Manjiro (drabble)

Boyfriend tax (drabble)

Mikey being an awkward college sk8er boy

Pretty Summer Dress (makes your heart melt) Bonten!Mikey

Gang Leader's Girlfriend Thingsᵗᵐ part 1 | part 2

Warmer Impulses (Mikey birthday drabble)

Dom!Mikey x pillow princess! reader (smut)

Pro-racer Mikey and insecure reader (drabble pt 1)

Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

A pout to entice you [a kiss you don't give >:( ] oblivious! Law

Pro-Boxer Sugar Daddy! Bakugo Katsuki

Caramel Macchiatos and warm kisses (pt 1)

To Show Someone You Care, is a Gift in of Itself (pt 2)

Bakugo comforting Artist!Reader (pt 3)

Gojo Satoru

Teen girl dad!gojo

Misc

Love in all its Glory (in all its efforts) | A Rindou x reader love story, still the best thing I've ever written tbh

Takashi Mitsuya Headcanon

[kunikya]

Having fun yet baby ?

Yandere! Bonten! Manjiro "mikey" Sano, Rindou & ran haitani(together) x reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, implied kidnapping, possessiveness, slight gaslighting, slight smut(but not really lmao), slight ooc(first time writing TR, sorry for mistakes),Stockholm syndrome, dark and mature themes.

Words: 0.8k

𝑇𝑎𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡

Yandere! Mikey doesn't like to get his hands dirty when it comes to you. You were his special girl, with him being one of the worst feared people in Tokyo. He doesn't need to worry about someone taking you away from him.

He shouldn't have ever never let his guard down though, for one thing, he didn't expect is for you to be the one leaving him

It doesn't make sense to him. Aren't you happy with him? Aren't you happy with the money? The gifts? Him? He gave you everything. Isn't that enough for you?

"Baby please, how about we play a game, yeah ?" You heard his cold voice from a distance. A game? Does he think this is a joke? A game when you're in a serious position between life and death, is he insane ?! You thought to yourself not leaving where you were. It was dark and quiet, all you could hear was his voice calling out to you

"Baby come out I promise to buy you more jewellery ~"

"Aren't you scared? You should just come out and cuddle with me!"

"Let's play tag, im it"

His last sentence scared you the most, the way the tone of his voice became angry and colder, you were clearly his prey under his mercy.

You were frozen, torn between running away and just giving in. If you run right now you're free, free from him. You gulped as you shakily stood up and started running as far as you could, not caring about the bushes you ran into, making your skin bleed, you just needed to escape him.

You panted opening your eyes and looking behind seeing you weren’t in the same area anymore. Your eyes looked to the right seeing the lights of the city and the sound of bustling cars. You smiled to yourself thinking you escaped.

"You're it." You felt a hand on your shoulder. Your heart dropped at the realization.

You can't truly escape manjiro Sano.

𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑢𝑛

Yandere! Haitani brothers who don't let anyone touch you besides his brother 

Ran is a big meanie to you. He was strict, you had to obey his orders no matter what. But don't worry his younger brother is there to spoil you and make your heart flutter with sweet words.

But don't get fooled by yandere! Rindou's sweet smile. In reality, he's worse than his brother. He would shower you with gifts, praises, money and everything you need just so he could see the look on your face when he breaks you.

Never once did you disobey the brother they gave you everything. How could you not return a favour? Ran was a meanie to you sure but the way his cock stuffs your tight cunt made you forget about how an asshole he is, he always uses sex as an outlet for how he really feels about you. 

"Fuck– aw baby don't cry I'm sorry for being so mean to you earlier"

"Princess you make me feel so good…You're perfect" 

In bed, he's such a sweet talker, but out of the bedroom, he never seems to acknowledge you and your efforts. It started to make you feel insecure, were you not good enough? Will he throw you out once he finds a better girl to fuck? These thoughts started to pool in your mind without realizing your tears were slipping down your chin. 

The younger haitani noticed you crying. He hated how his brother treated you. Why can't you see he's right there? He went up to you asking what was wrong. You cried on his chest, hugging him tightly. You sobbed about your insecurities with ran to rin, on the outside he looks like he's sympathizing but on the inside he just wanted you to open your eyes to see he's better. He held onto your hand tightly, enough to make you gasp. "Rin…what are you–" you took one good look at his face

You were met with a blank expression but you felt his Lavender eyes piercing at you. "Why can't you see I'm better for you ?" He stared at you blankly cupping your face. You didn't know what to say, this was all too sudden. "I gave you everything and this is how you repay me ?" His hands travelled to your neck, choking you slightly. "All the things I do and you still talk about ran? Maybe you don't deserve to talk at all, yeah ?" You struggled to breathe reaching for his hand, begging him to stop.

He chuckled seeing the horrifying expression on your face. "Aw, what's the matter? I'm not actually going to do something bad to my sweet darling." He let go of your neck, making you gasp for air. 

"I love you, darling, sorry for my little burst." He kissed you on the lips. You would've forgiven him if this didn't already happen a million times. 

It was a sad cycle you can't escape from. 

[darlingbabyboo]

Can you make a part 2 to the tr x bimbo girlfriend with maybe izana mikey and kazutora if you dont write for them or dont want to its okay have a good day/night<3

I hope you also have a good day/night ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

"Honey, you're my slut!"

♡ More Tokyo Revengers Characters and their bimbo girlfriends ♡

Kazutora Hanemiya

He loves you so much!

Your cute little aesthetic

Your adorable mannerisms

Just everything about you is just so amazing he can't control how much he feels for you

Though that's also the problem...

He just really doesn't get why you're with someone like him

You're just so amazing and he has a lot of insecurities and baggage and you're this pure beacon of light

How could you be with someone like him?

But you make sure to erase any and every negative thought he has

He won't deny that he loves the pampering

"What's that?" Is the question that's he's been asking all afternoon, but it can't be helped, he's just pretty clueless when it comes to the makeup world. He's eager to learn though, especially when you're the one teaching him.

You're focused on your craft, for once, the smarter one in a situation. "It's just mascara, supposed to really make your eyes pop-not that you need it, honestly." You cup his cheek with your hand. "Every part of you is just so beautiful!"

He squirms at your unfiltered praise. "That's not true. I-" You give him a deep kiss, stopping him from spewing any self-hatred.

He knows your lipstick will stain against his lips and he finds that he enjoys the thought of that, being marked by you. He relaxes into the kiss, you make him feel worthy of love.

Manjiro Sano (Bonten Mikey)

Mikey's life is practically defined by how much he's lost

His entire life is filled with grieving for the people that have left him or have passed away

His heart has hardened, and he cares for very little in his life

And you're one of the rare few

Mikey enjoys being with you so much because you just love him unconditionally

He doesn't have to pretend to be someone else or put on a light facade

He can talk about some really dark stuff and you won't be scared of it, no matter how much you probably should be

He also just likes how airy you can be

He finds it endearing, and even if the things you say can be a bit stupid, he always gets a good laugh out of it

You're just his special girl ᰔ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*ᰔ

And god forbid anyone talk about your outfit

He'll destroy them

He always got his girls back

It's one of the few days of relaxation that Mikey gets and he's decided to spend it with you, just cuddled together at home. Due to the nature of his job, you two don't spend a lot of time together, but he cherishes the moments you do get. Right now you're on his lap, perfectly manicured hands typing away at your phone.

"Baby, I want this." He focuses on what you've added to your cart and finds a necklace similar to his tattoo. His lips curl into a smile.

"For me?" You nod your head eagerly and wrap your arms around his neck.

"So when you're off doing all your work, we're still connected."

You look at him with so much love in your eyes, like the 'work' you're brushing off is simply an office job and not committing multiple crimes. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but he knows that you're one of the few good things left in his life. He presses his lips against yours, he's never letting you go.

Izana Kurokawa

He loves you so much okay

Like, his heart is overfilling with how much love he has for you

You're perfect in his eyes

It's amazing how he could be blessed with someone like you

He thinks that you're one of the best things that has ever happened in his life

And for the person that he views as an angel, he doesn't want the rotten world corrupting you

He knows how bad the world can get (first hand experience is a bitch) and he doesn't want that for you

He has a smile on his face for every one of the silly things you say

He throws money at you like it's nothing

Is your biggest hypeman

Only wants the best for his queen ❤

"Pretty I was looking for you!" He hears the click clacking of your heels before he sees you. Instinctively, he opens his arms so that you can catapult inside of them. As you bury your nose in his neck, he restrains the urge to laugh at your pet name. Him, pretty. No one else would dare call the leader of Tenjiku that. But you're... different.

"How was your day princess" Brushing his thumb against your cheek.

"It was fine, but," you jut out your bottom lip, "I really missed you-why haven't I seen you all day! "

"You don't remember? " You furrow your brows at the comment, as you try to recall what he's talking about.

He laughs, a light laugh that doesn't fit what he's saying. "You told me some guys were talking shit about your gorgeous outfit, I dealt with them."

You pull away from him and see that his fists are dripping with blood. You gasp, and he wonders if you're mad at him. If, finally, you're going to leave him like everyone else. But, you've seen his darker side before, surely you won't leave him for something like this.

Proving him right, you clasp your hands around one of his and start to gently kiss each knuckle. "Thank you pretty, you shouldn't have." Your kisses leave behind some lipstick residue but Izana doesn't mind, he watches you in complete awe. He brings up his other hand and cups the side of your face gently. "Anything for you, my queen."

[xiefuyu]

Always

-- Sano Manjiro x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — angst, just angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, some manga spoilers

:a/n — I am /not/ sorry everyone

He knew that the tears carving their path in your cheeks was the cause of his hurtful words. Words that he’ll never mean no matter what lifetime he’s in. But this was the only way to keep you safe.

And if that came in the form of breaking up with you, breaking your heart, breaking you, then so be it.

I’ll surely pay for this in hell, my love. I’ll stay there for eternity if I have to.

Your sobs are the only thing echoing throughout the area. This wasn’t how this ride was supposed to go but it felt like the right time. It’s the right time to break you whilst you’re ignorant to the brewing storm incoming towards your relationship with him.

A storm caused by him.

“Ji-jiro…please take it back. Take me back, please.” and God, that’s all he wants to do. All he wants to do is tell you that he’s just joking, that he’ll never break up with you. But it’s essential for your safety.

“Tell me you’re kidding and we’ll forget all of this. Tell me-”

“Stop it, L/N. I don’t love you anymore. I woke up and everything was gone. I woke up and you’re just another stranger to me.” It hurts to be the one throwing lies but he knows you’re hurting more.

“We can still work it out! Do I have to change something to meet whatever you desire? I’ll do it, Jiro! I..I’ll chang-”

“L/N.” ice cold tone cuts you off, leaving goosebumps in its wake, slowly tearing you apart. Manjiro apologises in his mind.

“Even if you change yourself, I still won’t fall in love with you again.” he takes a deep breath, one that you didn’t notice with all your tears.

“You’re too boring for me, L/N.”

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my love. I promise I won’t ever fall in love again. I promise you that you’ll be taking my heart with you. 

I promise you that you’ll never be boring to me.

Silence surrounds you as Manjiro watches with aching heart how dulled your eyes are. How they were slowly filled with agony and insecurities. 

Insecurities that he worked so hard to remove only for it to be returned by him, too.

He hated how he doesn’t do anything as your breath stutters as you look at him with utter betrayal. Everything hurts.

But he knows that you’re hurting more even as you nod weakly, giving him a weak smile as you utter an apology that was never meant to come out of your lips.

An apology for being boring for him.

An apology for not meeting his standard.

He can’t stand this anymore. He can’t stand hearing you degrading yourself as you apologise for your shortcomings according to him. So by giving you a last cold look, not even waiting for you to finish and not saying anything back, he turns around, hopping on his motorcycle and leaves you alone at the spot that was supposed to be your favourite. The two of you.

Nevertheless, he hides when he’s far enough and watches over you and follows you like a lost kid as you walk home, heartbroken and exhausted.

As you disappear inside your home, he feels nothing beating inside him.

You took his heart with you.

“Boss, I heard L/N-san’s back in the country.” 

12 years. It took you 12 years to come back. He’s now the leader of the most notorious organisation in the country- something you’re not aware of while he knows what you’re up to.

He worked in the shadows to support whatever your decisions are while you’re in the country and he was utterly lost when he heard that you’re leaving. Bonten wasn’t as big as it was now years ago so he couldn’t do anything while you’re miles away from him.

But you’re back and he got everything now to support you again from the shadows.

He nods at Kakucho, his silver hair falling to his eyes.

“Make sure to keep her safe,” he instructs. 

His love for you never died.

And as selfish as it sounds, he hoped you felt the same and at the same time, he’s hoping you found your happiness whilst away from him.

Christmas is around the corner, he hopes you’re keeping yourself warm. 

“Where is she right now?”

Two weeks have passed and Manjiro does nothing but watch you from afar. A smile never failing to make its way to his lips whenever he sees you laughing with the Toman founders. He wants to get out from the shadows and launch himself to the light- to you.

But he broke you for your own safety and he’s not going to do something stupid for it to account to nothing.

He endured years of pain and lived in the hell he created for you and the others.

With a small smile, he turns around and lets you be.

“L/N-san is there again, boss.” three days. It’s been three days since his boys informed him that you’re always waiting at your spot. The spot that became your and his meeting place. The spot where he broke your heart and where he let you take his heart with you.

It was snowing and yet, you’re always there for three days straight until midnight, waiting for something, for someone. 

And he knows. He knows because it was a promise between the two of you.

“Let’s always come here during Christmas week!”

He knows that you’re waiting for him and a part of him believes that you still love him like good old days.

And yet, he does nothing. He won’t and can’t meet you. It’s for your own good and he hopes you realise that he’ll never come for you and to you again.

When Christmas eve arrives, he personally watches you from afar. Just like always, you arrive at 3 in the afternoon and wait patiently until the evening. But this time, he sees Draken approaching you and scolding you for staying outside for so long everyday. 

(He could hear your conversation through the bug they placed under the bench you’re on.)

“Idiot, I told you to stop waiting.” Draken hisses, rubbing his hands together to inflict some kind of warmth.

“What if he suddenly comes here and I’m not present?” The familiar soft voice disturbs his ears and he falls in love all over again.

“Whatever….how’s your condition?” the wind blows in lieu of your answer, making the hair on Manjiro’s skin stand. What is Draken talking about? What condition of yours? He gives Kokonoi a look and the man immediately reaches for his laptop to get some kind of information.

He sees you giving Draken a piece of paper.

“It’s the second letter I wrote when we decided to make a time capsule.” Draken reaches for it hesitantly, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you want me to do with it? Read it? Read it yourself, Y/N.”

He agrees with Draken with his whole chest. Why do you even want him to read it?

But one look from you, one that Manjiro couldn’t read but Draken was able to, the latter sighs, looking up in the sky with his eyes closed.

He sees you bringing your knees up the bench, waiting for Draken to start.

Something sinister bubbles inside Manjiro’s chest, feeling like death knocking on his doorstep again.

“Y/N, let’s…let’s just go.” he hears Draken plead in a whisper. But you shook your head with a smile. “I want it to be here…please.” you plead, levelling his volume. Draken breathes in shakily, biting the inside of his cheek, holding his tears back.

“Dear whoever is reading this, Are you the one reading this, Jiro? Or maybe Draken? Maybe even Taka? Whoever it is, hello! I’m L/N Y/N, Jiro’s soulmate. It’s been twelve years, huh? I wonder how everyone is doing? Is everyone happy despite Toman being disbanded? Are me and Jiro still with each other?”

Draken pauses, taking a breath. Manjiro closes his eyes and apologises to you in his mind again.

“Though…there’s a part of me hoping that we’re not together anymore.”

That got Manjiro opening his eyes. Did he hear that right? Were you hoping to break up with him all those years ago? Why? He’s confused and lost.

“You know, I want to apologise for letting you inside my life. I never wanted to be the cause of your grief.”

Manjiro refuses to believe what he’s hearing. He’s sure you and Draken know there’s a bug under the bench and decide to prank him.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about my condition.”

He sees you slowly leaning towards Draken as if getting unconscious.

“I’m sorry for suddenly leaving because I wanted you to forget about me. I wanted you to forget that L/N Y/N existed in your lives.”

Before he knows it, he’s getting out of the car, frantic footsteps taking him to where you are.

“But hey, always remember this. I want you to remember this, L/N Y/N”

Manjiro starts running, wanting to catch you in his arms before you completely close your eyes and let your body fall on Draken who’s now crying silently as he proceeds to read the last part of your letter, ignoring the fact that you’re slowly slipping away from life besides him, granting your wish.

“Sano Manjiro, your Jiro, will always be your soulmate.”

And because it is kinder than goodbye and the three words,

“Let’s see each other again in another lifetime or timeline, Jiro.”

He catches your head before it completely collides with Draken’s shoulder. The latter wasn’t even surprised at his sudden appearance as if he knew that he was watching, that he was going to come. 

Draken says nothing, opting to cry silently to himself as he ignores Manjiro who’s now holding your body against him, desperately seeking your warmth.

“Y/N, love…love I’m here, wake up.” he says, gently shaking you, cupping your cheek with his bony fingers. “I’m sorry for taking so long but I’m here, love. Baby, please open your eyes.” he pleads, voice shaking.

“Please…not you, too. Not yet…” he already lost too many, he’s not going to lose you, too. “Come on, baby, it’s almost Christmas.” he whispers.

Silence answered him along with the rapidly decreasing temperature of your body and he breaks.

He breaks and he holds you tight against him as if you’ll disappear more than you already are. 

A few metres away from where they are, the clock in the city rings, indicating the day of Christmas.

A few metres away from the city where the clock strikes twelve to celebrate Christmas, a drowned guttural scream covered in grief and madness goes unheard as the person holds his lover's dead body.

He was never meant to be saved by you. He was always meant to be saved by another.

But you.

You were always never meant to be saved.

No matter which timeline.

Were you?

A/N: hoped you enjoy this sudden angst from me. author regrets everything (nothing)

@bontensbabygirl

PS: i'm not sure if you want to be tag in my future works besides the "brother, i'm here" but just in case, do tell me if you don't want to! thank you queen<3

[manjiroscum]

SWEET PEA

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, breeding, a bit of fluff, reader gets a bit insecure, hybrid au, reader is a bunny hybrid + has some bunny features, heat cycles mentioned, creampie, rough sex, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby grey @bunnyjiros 💕 thank you as always luv and i hope you like it! 🥺

Synopsis: Manjiro sometimes wishes you wouldn't shy away from expressing your desires.

WC: 1.3k

“She’s turning two this year and it won’t be long before she welcomes a new sibling.”

Beaming smiles were worn by every woman sitting around the table that morning. Brunch was decided on and frankly, you wished you didn’t eat so much. You remember every fleeting glance and inquisitive question sent each other's way. It was supposed to be a get-together with old friends from high school whom you haven’t kept in touch with since graduation due to the duties and tight schedules brought by adult life. But the second you showed up, they were not alone. Everyone gushed about their children and babies that you were sure your floppy ears hurt hearing the same thing. Unlike your fellow hybrid friends, the joys of motherhood were foreign to you. Knowing nothing about labor pains or the hardships of taking care of a newborn, you fell listen as they conversed about it. The sandwich you chewed and swallowed made your stomach hurt slightly while you sat there motionless.

Becoming a parent wasn’t a dream of yours. Heck, you only wanted to survive and graduate from university. The next step after that was to get a job and become stable. The same was true for your friends so it surprised you to see them all building a family of their own. So much can occur and change in five years that it terrifies you. However, the image of having a little one in the future slowly bloomed into your picture of perfection when Sano Manjiro entered your life. While they had their families and other mundane occurrences in their lives, you had your husband, Mikey, who was Bonten’s undefeated leader. The joy of introducing him to your friends waned with each passing moment as they spoke, afraid of their judgemental stares and possible crass comments. What was even worse…

The green-horned monster was rearing its ugly face toward them, eyeing each of their material possessions and the people they hold dear.

“Babe? You doin’ alright?”

Yet, what overpowered that unpleasant state of envy was sheer melancholy. To have and give your lover a child has been one of your plans ever since you tied the knot with Manjiro. There was this unexplained desire to see the most powerful man in Tokyo dote on a small human being and hold them in such gentle ways akin to touching a precious gem. Yet, above that desire was another one—to see your husband smile. However, what was stopping you from discontinuing your birth control and just asking Manjiro to put a baby inside you was his lack of voicing his wishes to have one. That alone was enough to have you sitting there in silence, unable to tear away your gaze from the mirror until your husband had to speak up about his concern.

“Manji, can I ask you something?”

The rest of the jewelry you put on for that gathering was all safely placed inside the velvet box that was filled with other accessories gifted by your husband standing a few feet behind you. You locked eyes with his onyx ones that were normally listless around others. His brow raised, a sign for you to shoot your question away. Clearing your throat, you braced yourself for his response while structuring the inquiry.

“Um, I’ve been thinking… Well, first off, today’s brunch was excellent and I had fun. Second, my friends were discussing things like their babies and children. They were all so cute, Manji! I couldn’t help but gush about them once I saw photos of their chubby cheeks and small hands.” You didn’t realize it, but Manjiro noticed you were now rambling. It didn’t have to take him too long to know that you were nervous, especially with how your floppy ears were stiff due to anxiety. Instead of pointing it out, he opted to let you finish and get to the point with a small curl on his lips. “Don’t you think babies are so tiny and cute? I bet my babies will be cuter than theirs though. I mean, they will be since they’re a combination of you and me. Wouldn’t you agree, Manji?”

“So, you want a baby?” Manjiro, in all his stoic glory, cracked a smile at what you were obviously hinting at from the start. He confirmed he hit the truth once you froze in your seat, eyes slightly widened. He bet that your cheeks were as hot as a summer day, hoping for them to be cooled down by his calloused fingertips. Abashedly, you nodded your head in agreement. There was no use lying to Manjiro. He always seems to have a way of finding out the truth at the end of the day. Plus, beating around the bush with this topic would not satiate your mind seeking for answers on whether he shared the same wish or not. As a response to your harmless query, your husband silently diminished the distance between you two. Your eyes followed his every move from the way his hands sought after your face to the moment he lowered his head to plant a kiss on your lips. Parting from you for a second, he whispered, “If you want it so badly, I’m more than willing to start now. We can do it every day until your heat comes to be extra sure. What do ‘ya say?”

“Well… I don’t want to do this without your consent first and asking if you want a kid—”

Manjiro acted swiftly than your doubts. He knew you like the back of his hand. If anything, he would rather keep you happy than ever witness you fighting back your emotions while staring at a blurry sky. He ignored your slightly panicked expression and kept a straight face on while lifting you from your seat.

Of course, anything you wanted shall be yours.

Your bare back hit the mattress, rubbing against the material as he ground himself against your aching core. His mouth heatedly kissed yours. His adept tongue explored and relished your taste. You were silenced by his loving onslaught of affections, mind rendered silent as you received his gentle but arousing touches. Your floppy ears twitched when he nipped your neck which was accompanied by your mewls at the ticklish yet hot sensation. Manjiro hoped to leave his mark on the supple flesh. He wasn’t going to admit it aloud right now, but when he heard you wanted a child—his child, never has he experienced such bliss that clouded his mind to the point all he could think of was your stomach round with his offspring and the thought of stuffing you full of his fertile cum.

“Baby! Ah, please. Please… Please fuck a baby in me. Wanna have your babies!”

Manjiro was out of control. He cared less and less if his hands left imprints on your hips, wrists, thighs, or any other part of your body as he thrust his cock into your sopping wet cunt. A thick white ring formed around his girthy length that, too, coated his balls that were slapping your ass each time. Even your sensitive floppy ears fell victim to his rough treatment, being held up tightly as he pounded your pussy away. You, on the other hand, screamed for more. Your husband may not be a hybrid like you, however, he was on par with a beast in its rutting season. Every thrust had you begging for more, hoping for him to fill your cunt up until his balls could no longer produce any semen. And that was exactly what you and he wanted—to go at it like animals.

To breed and be bred.

“Fuck, babe…” Manjiro grunted as he climaxed for the fourth time tonight. A hiss escaped his lips at the sight of your abused pussy creamed, dripping as you sobbed into the mattress. Your mind was long gone from its rational state, drunk off on euphoria. Fixing your hair and floppy ears, your husband leaned down to lick on your nape before biting the spot. You were too weak to do anything or even react, just laying there in all your vulnerable form. “Ready to be a mommy? You better be ready to keep this up.

[nnajiro]

sano manjiro x reader

warnings? love~ insecure lovers

“wanna rot in your room like we always do?”

you nod softly, gazing your eyes over the things infront of you sadly

your room was lit beautifully by the sunset coming thru your window, soft visible curtains swaying the rays along the walls as the wind moves them to its pace

he sat down on your bed, next to you

“do you think i am pretty?”

you whispered, even regretting speaking the moment you did

you couldnt help but fixate your gaze on the floor, staring into the unknown as your view blurred to the buzzing of your ears

soon soft plush lips pressed soflty on your legs, as you came back to your senses you saw your boyfriend kneeled infront of you now laying his hard skin on your soft legs

before kissing one more time the other side of your leg he stared into your eyes as you two locked them

“do i look like i dont think so?”

he whispered back, as if you two spoke in your own tune of the radio, in your own safe reality

no one has ever come this close, no one, only the sunlight has caressed your skin this way

you took a deep breath in and released it as you moved out of your seat on the bed, you moved swiftly next to him on the floor, kneeling infront of him

you hummed as you stared deeply in his eyes, taking one of his palms and laying your lips softly on the pads of his fingers, the ones that made you feel strings of electricity as they moved on your legs

you both stopped, as if everything paused as you two locked eyes

you breathed in the comfortable air around you two and layed your head on his shoulder, your nose touching his neck

“‘m sorry i havent been showing it as much as you needed”

you smiled at his neck, you took the chance and kissed his neck

you came back , close to each other’s faces

“sorry for asking for too much”

you said slowly, staring into his eyes

“you can never ask for too much”

he responded, placing a hand on your chin and softly bringing you closer to his lips

“i love you”

he whispered, mere inches in between you

“i love you more”

your lips have touched, forming a nice kiss that both of you needed

“impossible, i love you to infinity”

he chuckled as he broke the kiss

you giggled in his embrace as an response

both of you cuddled to sleep after this~

[macsimagines]

Insecure!Darling trying to leave Yandere!Mikey

Put this into a separate post because Mikey's was sooo BIG LMFAO

TW:YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL NEGLECT, KIDNAPPING, ISOLATION, JUST REALLY FUCKED UP GUYS

Yandere!Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)

Does not care, and he doesn't even mean it in unkind way. It's just that he wants and loves you so how you feel doesn't really matter to him. You leaving isn't a scenario he will allow or even think is going to happen.

But the thing is he doesn't comfort you either. He doesn't tell you that it's ok, that you're good enough for him, or that he needs you because he really does.

"Mikey, I just don't think... maybe you could do better?" "That's stupid. Quit talkin' about it." He just shuts down the conversation and honestly forgets.

But he does love you. With all his black heart he honestly adores you, but this love is a very one-sided playing field. He wants your love but won't give it in return, the only time you receive affection is when you're giving it to him. Hugs and kisses and even words of devotion.

"I love you, Mikey." "I know, Y/N." And while he can't live without hearing you say it, he can live without ever saying it back.

So you try to go. As quietly as you can, you don't plan on saying anything to him honestly, because you know (or you think you do) he's not even going to bat an eyelash when he doesn't hear from you.

You write him a letter too, explaining how you know he doesn't really love or need you and that you're both better off like this, but explaining that you're always going to love and want him with all your heart...

Stupidly, you keep your distance. Trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable, and don't expect him when he shows up at your door (Or more accurately, when he kicks it in) one night while you're finishing packing.

You're too shocked to even process what's happening let alone ask him what he's doing, and he's honestly the same. Aghast to see you packing your things away... getting ready to leave him.

"...What are you doing?" is the only thing he can mutter, staring at you with this blank empty expression that scares you more than your kicked in door, "I-I... Mikey, please-!" "What. The. Fuck. ARE YOU DOING!?"

The funny thing is that you never thought Mikey was holding back in front of you. You've seen the way he fights before so you knew just how terrifying he could be, you just didn't know how petrifying it was to have it directed at you.

But he's shattering your windows, throwing your boxes and destroying their contents, wrecking furniture not even two regular people could lift, all while you cower in fear of him in a far off corner, ducking every time something comes flying at you.

Even when he's done with that rampage, he's not done being angry, his eyes are bloodshot with anger when he finally is looking at you, and you're crying so hard begging so much for him to have mercy- to please forgive you for offending him.

However, its too late for apologies. Even the attempt is a grave sin and Mikey will not excuse you just yet. He's grabbing a fist full of you hair and yanking you away from the wall like you're weightless throwing you across the floor and letting you body skid across all the debris and broken glass.

The sharp pain you feel is nothing compared to the fear though, because as soon as you stop on the ground he's on top of you, grabbing your hair again with one hand and your throat with the other.

"You said you loved me-" "I DO! I DO- Please- STOP-" "You said you needed me-" "M-Mike-y, ST-STOP, H-hurts-!" "You're not gonna leave me."

And with that, he dragging you out of the door and back to one of the safe houses he has. Muttering the whole time, "You're not gonna leave, you're not gonna leave me, I won't let you fucking leave me-"

You rot there for awhile, in a cold dark room, with no human interaction than when one of his men come in to give you food, or when he had brought some back alley doctor to patch you up.

Sometimes Mikey visits, but he just looks at you with an unreadable expression, maybe selfishly tells you that he misses your warmth and affection. You don't ever respond though, you feel like you might break if you do. Sometimes, he looks...sad? But he quickly covers it up with; "This is your own fault."

One day, he comes in looking a little worse than most days, almost panicked, then you see what he has clutched in his hands. Your letter? You honestly had forgotten what you even wrote in there...

"I...I went to your apartment. I was... I was going to get your stuff to-to make you feel a little better and I-...I found your letter, Y/N," he says, his voice sounding...choked? "I-uh- I didn't know that you... I wasn't trying to make you feel- I fu-fucked up-," and now he's crying. Like he was the one locked inside a hole and left to die.

He falls to his knees beside your mattress, and you flinch, because this is the first time he's been this close in what feels like months, and that reaction looks like it just about killed him.

"I-i did-didn't know- I- please- I love you," he whimpers, and for whatever reason his words make you sick. He never once said it to you before and now that he's finally giving you his heart in return it makes you want to rip your hair out of your head. You were good enough to love now that you were broken.

But his words don't stop, he doesn't stop, he actually embraces you in a hug ignoring the way your body seizes at his touch, how your skin burns when his tears hit it like he's crying acid.

Mikey could care less, just like before, he wouldn't pay attention to how his lack of love hurt you before or how all of it was hurting you now...

He spends that whole day crying into your chest, petting your matted hair, and promising to love you how you needed. "Your love saved me, my love can fix you," he had sworn like an idiot.

No your love had cursed you, it had damned you the moment you gave it to him, and his love had destroyed you, it was going to rip whatever was left of you apart...

But still...At least you loved each other.

[mitsuyeaah]

Hi Mitsu! Thinking about Sanzu more recently (thanks to you). How do you think he'd react if the two of you had been daring for a few months and your ex boyfriend suddenly comes back into town? And like, you don't necessarily want to get back with him or anything, but there is still... chemistry.

A LINGERING CONNECTION

syn: your ex-boyfriend is back in town, and sanzu—your current boyfriend, senses a lingering connection between you and your previous lover.

TR ft. SANZU (+ MIKEY)

cw: jealous!sanzu, ex-boyfriend!manjiro, slight angst (?), sanzu being a sulky baby :(

a/n: helloooo i love this idea so much!! thank you for sending this in bb <3 also, hehe i’m glad you are influenced by my sanzu brainrot

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— gets VERY sulky about it. sanzu knows that you belong to one another but he can’t shake the feeling that he might lose you, especially given the obvious chemistry between you and your past lover. this causes him to become insecure, and sulky. sanzu gets jealous because your ex lover seems to know you more than he does, and he starts questioning himself with his relationship with you. unpretty thoughts swirling inside his pretty head.

“i knew it was you! how could i ever forget someone as unforgettable as you!” there, stood in front of you, your ex-boyfriend—manjiro sano. his face was still the same, handsome as ever. though, his hair was now dyed onyx which matched his alluring eyes. your eyes widened at the man in front of you, a huge smile forming upon your lips, “manjiro, oh my goodness! i didn’t expect to see you here!”

you and sanzu were at the local convenience store buying essentials when you happen to bump into none other than your past lover. you felt nothing when you saw him, of course. your heart didn’t skip a beat, and there wasn’t a nasty sting on your tongue as his name rolled off it anymore. you were just excited to see him back in your hometown, after all, he was your best friend before you gave each other your hearts.

sanzu awkwardly stood there, his slender fingers tightening around the handle of the shopping basket as he watched your face light up with joy. he didn’t know who manjiro was, nor have you told him anything about the man but by the looks of it, the two of you seemed very close. although, there was a hint of hesitancy—something that told him there was a beautifully tragic past between the two of you.

sanzu tried tuning out the entire conversation you had with manjiro. he stood there, unmoving. it was like you and manjiro were in your own world—finishing each other’s sentences, laughing at an inside joke, him asking how your parents were. there was chemistry between the two of you. the kind that made his own heart sink, and his thoughts race. sanzu felt like a sore thumb sticking out. the odd one out. it didn’t help with the fact that the man in front of him barely even batted an eye at sanzu like he didn’t existed.

the exchange was a whole blur for sanzu. he didn’t forget the way he shook manjiro’s hand when you finally got around to introducing him. the way the man’s hand tightened ever so slightly around his hand. and after finding out that manjiro was your ex-boyfriend, his mind took a turn. the scene from the convenience store replayed in his head—the way you and manjiro clicked just like that after years of no contact, the way your personalities seemed to effortlessly compliment one another.

it wasn’t supposed to scare him but it did. he also wasn’t reassured with the fact that manjiro was back in town for good, meaning you would bump into your past lover more than sanzu wanted. the second you revealed manjiro was your ex, you didn’t miss the way the sparkle in sanzu’s cerulean eyes disappeared. you were quick to reassure him that you saw manjiro as nothing but an old friend. it was true. your heart and soul belonged sanzu and no one else.

but despite the amount of reassurance you gave him, it seemed to enter through one ear and leave through the other. “you two seemed to have some chemistry back there..” sanzu let out an empty chuckle, his eyes glued to his hands on his lap. “sanzu..” “i’m sorry. i know i shouldn’t even be feeling this way but i just can’t help it.. it makes me wonder if i’m even good enough for you after seeing you dated someone like him.”

his mind was never kind to him in situations like this, his thoughts fuelling his sulky behaviour but you were ready to show him that he was the one who owned your heart. not manjiro, not anyone else because you couldn’t have asked for more.

© mitsuyeaah

[airbendertendou]

toman masterlist ♥︎

[including : mikey, draken, mitsuya, takemichi, chifuyu, smiley, angry, and sanzu.]

now playing : “toman belongs to me. as long as i’m here, none of us will lose.”

toman featuring ♥︎ synopsis : karaoke night w the captain and vice captains of tokyo manji 

sunscreen and doughnut shaped floats ♥︎ synopsis : pool day w toman!

sano mikey manjiro

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

♥︎ mikey smells like...

♥︎ s/o w a non-sexual oral fixation | bullet point

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

♥︎ insta au being friends w mizo middle comes w new acquaintances | live action

hair fun! ♥︎ synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie | bullet point

ryugji draken ken

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

♥︎ s/o w a non-sexual oral fixation | bullet point

you are in love! ♥︎ synopsis : your best friend likes you more than he means to

♥︎ insta au | part two crushing on draken but he's oblivious | live action

hair fun! ♥︎ synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie | bullet point

mitsuya takashi

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

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

i'm in ruins! ♥︎ synopsis : baji!reader , maybe he really is just that nice to everyone.

hanagaki takemichi

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

matsuno chifuyu

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

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

♥︎ listening to you, always

kawata smiley nahoya

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

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

kawata angry souya

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

sanzu haruchiyo

♥︎ songs that describe your relationship

just to kiss me! ♥︎ synopsis : various asexual!characters w asexual!reader ; non-sexual intimacy

♥︎ insta au you're always found where you shouldn't be | live action

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

[shinycrybaby]

Hi Mati! I have a request :)

Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)

Thanks!

TR Boys who ballet

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu

Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU

Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)

A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.

Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!

Sano Manjiro / Mikey

He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.

But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.

You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).

When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.

You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭

Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.

But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.

If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.

When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.

If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers

Haitani Rindou

I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)

We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)

Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.

He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.

And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.

You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.

Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.

Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him. They learned a thing or two about ballet too.

Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.

He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.

Imaushi Wakasa

Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)

Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.

He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.

This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.

When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.

Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.

And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.

When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.

Inui Seishu

Another beauty and grace.

Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.

He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.

You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.

Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.

Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.

When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.

If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.

When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.

These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.