#kazutora hanemiya fluff

[angelltheninth]

Hi, can you do are you wearing my shirt? it looks good on you with kazutora?

I can! Love this trope so much! It screams fluffy and domestic.

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya x Reader

Tags: fluff, sharing clothes, sleeping over, cuddles, flirting, only one bed, new relationship, literal sleeping together

A/N: Prompt from this list.

42. "Are you wearing my shirt? It looks good on you."

How could you be so stupid to forget to bring pajamas to your sleepover with Kazutora? It was the only requirement, literally. What now? If he saw you half naked... no, no, too early for that kind of thinking. While both of you confessed your relationship was still new, and even the impulsive Kazutora knew not to push you.

Tease you? Oh yes, it was his new favorite thing, but he wasn't pushy with intimacy.

So in order to do the same and not give him the wrong idea you rushed through his closet and pulled the first shirt you saw over your head.

"What are you-" Kazutora paused at the door. He was holding a towel in one hand and a cold bottle of water in the other. Ah, that's right, he wanted to exercise a little tonight but then you reminded him of the sleepover. "Are you wearing my shirt?" He couldn't stop the giant grin from splitting his face in half, "It looks good on you."

"L-Listen... I forgot mine okay? And this one looked okay. Besides you weren't wearing it!" You crossed your arms over your chest, defensive and ready to be teased for this too. You knew someone as ruthless as Kazutora would never miss this chance.

He leaned his head to the side, revealing both his eyes to you, "If you wanted to wear my clothes you could have asked. I gotta say though, I didn't expect you to be possessive. I always figured that would be my thing." He placed the bottle and the towel on his desk and walked over to you, his steps light as a tiger approaching his next meal and his eyes matching that hunger.

Like any pray you backed up, right onto his bed. "Wait, h-hold on, this isn't- I'm not- I really just wanna sleep with you Kazu!"

"Only sleep?" He asked, grinning as he took his spot next to you on his small bed. "Just kidding. Gonna take more then that for you to get in my pants." You wanted to deny these not at all baseless accusations but you couldn't form the words when Kazutora hugged you close against his bare chest, "Play your cards right and you'll get there soon. Not tonight, I'll let you sleep for tonight." Implying that he wouldn't on any other night.

[osakiharu]

HELPING THEM DYE THEIR HAIR !!

part 1 | part 2

content : gender neutral reader, fluff, shits and giggles because i think this would be a funny experience, suggestive comments from kazutora and sanzu whoops, swearing because why not, mikey is a little ooc - he’s less traumatised in this one because i said so

characters : mikey, kazutora, sanzu

notes : wrote this because i desperately need to change my hair but i have to wait for ages and im going a little insane rn - might do part 2 with rin and ran

˗ˏˋ MIKEY

- he got a haircut and he looked so good. we love short hair mikey here 👩‍💻

- he loved it too <3 it had been so long since he had short hair and he kept shaking his head around because it felt so light 💀

-then he said he wanted to dye it black and you were like oh :(( because you realised how similar his hair was to shinichiro’s

- he didn’t seem sad about it though - it was more just like a “what if i dyed my hair black it would look cool” sort of thing

- you knew it was also kinda to do with shin but you never asked him about it

- it’s a relaxing experience <3

- you do everything for him because he’s completely clueless about anything to do with hair

- he likes the smell of the dye and keeps picking up the bowl to smell it

- “why is it white if it’s black hair dye?” very confused and is very entertained by watching it turn darker on his head

- half way though his eyes are almost shut because it feels nice <3

- he kept wanting to lean back on you but every time he did he got dye on your shirt </3

- he gives you little story times about emma’s hair experiences

- “yeah, once she got it cut and she didn’t like how it looked on her… so i tried to help her but i kinda just made it worse and she cried.”

- you remember emma wearing a hat to cover her fringe for a little while because she didn’t like it so you guessed that was why

- “i thought it looked fine, but then she called hinata and she started laughing!” sits there like >:(

- he doesn’t want to get any on his forehead or around his face so he takes the brush off you and starts going around the edges - you’re surprised how careful he was

- he was so concentrated that his eyebrows furrowed and he looked so cute :((

- got annoyed when you kissed him on the cheek - “y/n, if you distract me and i get this all over my face i’ll kick you.”

- kisses you afterwards though <3

- when you’re finished you gather his hair up and put it in a blob on top of his head and he thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen

- takes pictures and sends them to his friends with no context

- he washes it out himself but doesn’t do it properly so you have to make him go back and do it again

- i know damn well he takes fast showers. stinky mikey >:(

- when you finish drying his hair and sorting it out he’s pretty quiet - you can kinda guess what he’s thinking about

- “y’look so pretty, mikey,” you kissed his cheek, “suits you.” <3

- “hm, thankyou, angel.” muah i love mikey

- calls draken later on because now they both have black hair and he’s all excited about it

- “ken-chin, we’re basically twins!”

- mikey>>>

˗ˏˋ KAZUTORA

- king has to touch up his roots - he lets them grow out really far too

- there’s just over three inches grown out and he’s like whoops i couldn’t be bothered

- prefers to do it with you because it’s more fun and he doesn’t wanna make his hair fall out - once he did it with chifuyu and they both decided that they’d never do it again

- usually gets the bleach in other parts of his hair because he isn't careful and he never puts the rest of his hair back

- you put his hair in two braids this time and he is not happy.

- “i look like that haitani motherfucker with his stupid blond strip in his hair… looks like a bee, i hope he changed it because he looked fucking stupid.” kazutora doesn’t like looking like ran

- laughs when you laugh at his insults though

- he can’t stand the smell of the bleach at all

- scrunches his nose up when he watches you mix it together

- “god, that fuckin’ stinks… it’s hurting my nose!” you agree with him on that one

- y’know how people put foil on their hair when they dye it to separate it - he does that but he didn’t know how to fold it or anything so you come back to the bathroom and he’s sat with a ball of foil on his head and his whole forehead out like “look 😁”

- embarrassed when you tell him it wasn’t necessary to do that

- he likes it when you take his hair out of the braids - he loves it when you play with his hair so he sits with his eyes half shut and smiling to himself because he’s so relaxed

- gets you to play with his hair a little extra while he’s waiting to wash it out <3

- said he showered in the morning so he was like it’s fine we can wash my hair over the bathtub

- he was giggling the whole time because it was so hard for you to wash the front of his hair from that angle and you kept slapping his forehead 💀

- “how come purple shampoo doesn’t turn your hair purple if it’s got all that purple pigment stuff in it?” not now kazutora.

- gets water in his eyes on top of it all

- enjoys having you wash his hair though - even though it’s chaotic it makes him feel all fluffy n shit inside <3

- it’s so fun and you’re both just laughing the whole time :(

- when you’re finished he wraps his hair up in a towel and he looks so cute

- “my knees hurt from kneeling down, is this how you feel sometimes?”

- boy.

- anyways his hair didn’t fall out and now he’s getting you to dry his hair for him too <3

˗ˏˋ SANZU

- “i’m gonna dye my hair pink.”

- when sanzu first said that you couldn’t imagine him with pink hair at all. if anything you thought he would dye his hair black or something darker

- now you can’t picture sanzu without pink hair

- but because of the colour it fades quickly and ehm.. because sanzu’s natural hair colour is so light if you let it grow out too far..

- it literally looks like he’s going BALD

- like as soon as he decides that you have to dye it thats when you do it no questions asked

- you’re busy and can’t do it today? okay, sanzu will just drag you there by the leg don’t worry

- he always mixes the dye though because he’s really particular about the colour - like there’s a certain ratio he has memorised, mostly because the first time he did it he almost looked like a highlighter and he didn’t like how bright it was

- “the fuck are you putting on gloves for?” believes in dyeing hair with bare hands

- he does the top and front of his hair whilst you to the back

- always puts on music because he finds dyeing his hair kinda boring

- makes your life ten times harder though because he leans over every 2 seconds to change the song or he keeps moving his head around to the beat of the music

- “haru, stop moving your head! i can’t do this properly if you keep moving.”

- “just move with me then, sweets.” he’s so annoying <3

- he does that thing where you kinda swing your head to one side and then the other and clicks his fingers to the beat of the song as a joke and he looks like a complete moron - makes you laugh though

- it’s his version of ‘dad dancing’ he says

- once all the dye is on he can’t leave his hair alone and has to keep messing with it

- “it’s fucking itchy.” he says whilst pushing the short parts of his hair up like a spike…

- it gets all over his forehead and hands and it doesn’t come off when you wash it

- “looks like i fucked a fairy or something.” he knows what he means

- “what?”

- it also gets in one of his eyebrows <3 when he sees it he just stops and goes :0

- you’re giggling because you know that it’s not gonna come out for a while and you’re trying to tell him it’s fine, his hair kinda covers it so it’s okay

- he let an intrusive thought win and just dips his fingers in the left over dye and rubs it in.

- “i said it would wash out, why did you do that?” you’re trying not to cackle at him because he just realised what he did

- “fuck.”

- he had pink eyebrows for almost 2 weeks after that

- ran and rindou will never let him hear the end of it.

reblogs appreciated <3

@swtsuya because sanzu and kazu >:)

[haihaihaitani]

He's Mine Now ~ *Kazutora Hanemiya*

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

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Drabble

Word Count: 487

Warning: Swearing, Kazutora’s kind of an ass

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel​

“Alright, I’ve made my decision.”

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

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

“And that would be?”

“I’m getting a cat.”

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

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

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

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

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

“A black cat!”

“Wow. So original.”

“Kazutora!”

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

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

“Wait, are you talking about Inky?”

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

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

“And Inky is any better?”

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

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

“Because he’s mine!”

“Did you adopt him?”

“I don’t have the money for that!”

“So he’s not yours!”

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

“No, he is not!”

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

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

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

“But he’s mine!”

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

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

“I don’t know-”

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

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

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

[kumachii]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never like that, he thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[broshot]

"dance with me" pt. 2

part 1, mitsuya and ran

slow dancing with them part two!!! contains just kazutora hanemiya because his part got longer than expected cw/tw: FLUFF, all characters are of age, kissing, pet names, confession, you're his best friend, reader is shorter than kazutora,

english isn't my first language sorry for bad writing

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

"Can we leave this party?" Kazutora whispers to you as soon as your friend leaves. He's seen at least 20 of your friends (he's exaggerating) come up to you and he's tired. Social situations aren't his favorite.

"Already? We've been here for only.." you start as you open your phone to check the time. It's been two hours. "Oh. I'm so sorry 'Tora, I didn't realize the time. We'll leave as soon as possible."

But he doesn't believe it as another one of your friends comes up to you with a smile on their face.

So he does something he's sure he'll regret later. He takes your hand and leads you away from your friend. He's glad he knows the building when he walks into a long hall with many doors. If he didn't know the place, he would already be lost. He opens one of the doors and pulls you into a big room. He's looking at you.

"Kazutora, what the hell are you doing? I was talking to my friend!"

He sighs, turning around and leaving you behind him confused. This gives you time to look around and process where you are. The room is big, and has a tall ceiling; it's at least eight meters tall, probably more. The floor is shiny, and the night lights coming from the windows are painting shadows on it.

"Do you hear them?" Kazutora suddenly asks. "The people, I mean. The people and the music."

You nod. It's hard not to hear them, in fact, you think the sounds might be coming from the room that's under you two.

"They're slow dancing." He informs you. You only hum in answer.

Both of you stay quiet for a moment. He wants to ask you something, it's obvious from the way he's fiddling his fingers and stealing quick glances at you. You've known him for long enough to recognize what his behavior means.

"What's up?" You ask, encouraging him to tell you what he's thinking about.

"I just.." he's quiet, clearly thinking about his next words. "Please dance with me."

You're taken aback from the words leaving his mouth, and you're quiet for longer than three seconds which makes him nervous.

"I'm sorry, I know it was a weird thing to say, friends aren't supposed to slow dance in a room with just two of them alone." He says and laughs nervously. You shake your head, smiling.

"Yes, mister, you may have this dance." You tease and he smiles, clearly relieved.

He walks closer to you, reaching out his hand, which you gladly take.

He pulls you close to his chest, laying one hand on your waist.

"Hi." He breathes out.

"Hi." You answer.

Kazutora starts leading the dance, swaying along the rhythm of the music. His heart is beating fast and he's afraid you might hear or feel it. Suddenly, you lay your head against his chest and he feels your warm breath tickle his neck.

He feels his cheeks heat up. He's certain you'll hear his heart beating now.

Kazutora looks down at you, smiling.

"I like this," you mutter, referring to the dance.

"Me too," he says.

You take a half-step away from him and he twirls you around, his hands landing on your waist.

"May I kiss you?" He whispers to your surprise. You're not quiet for long this time, instantly whispering "yes".

He moves one hand from your waist to your cheek, pulling you closer.

He presses his lips on yours, relaxing into your touch.

His lips feel soft on yours. You're moving your lips in sync with his. It's almost as if your lips were made for each other, and even though it's just your first kiss together, it feels like you've kissed him a thousand times before. Kissing him feels natural.

He's caressing your cheek with his thumb as you part from the kiss. He lets out a soft laugh and your heart is melting, he's adorable.

"I love you so much," he says as he presses his forehead against yours. You both freeze.

He just confessed his love for you. He takes two steps back, letting go of you.

"I'm- really sorry." He stutters, panic filling his eyes. "I know you don't like me back, we're just friends and I don't want to ruin it by-" You cut his blabbering off with a soft kiss on his lips.

"Kazutora, I love you too. I always have." You confess, smiling.

Panic leaves his eyes and he looks relieved. "Thank God," he sighs.

"I've loved you ever since we first met, that was first day of pre-school, wasn't it?" He mumbles softly, pulling you closer by your waist again. He presses another kiss on your lips.

You just stay there like that for a while, holding each other.

"Can we leave this party now?" Kazutora asks a few minutes later, making you laugh.

"Definitely, I don't want to stay here any longer. Your place or mine?"

♡♡♡

this is hmmmmm idk if I like it or not

please recommend characters for part 3, I'm lost

MASTERLIST

[arlerts-angel]

First and foremost, Mack, you are the sweetest and I'm so happy to have our paths cross in this big ol' world we live in. I love talking with you and reading stuff you post. Congrats on 500, sweets!! You deserve the moon and the stars.

OK -> I'm 5'5, let's use the word "curvy", (natural color is) brown, about midway down my back.

I am very sarcastic and love a dark or dry sense of humor. The more I have to think about something someone said, the more likely I'll appreciate it after I have figured out what they meant. I am a total homebody and have anxiety about natural disasters (earthquakes, usually) and public speaking. I usually wear black clothing. It just feels right.

TokRev is my anime obsession for the time being, thanks to you!

I'm twice the legal drinking age for the states but don't tell my F/O that. They think I'm 30 😂.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, MACK! 💋

thank you so much 😭🤍 i'm sorry this is late i was so exhausted last night but happy new year to you too, sarah!! 🥰

i'm pairing you with: 𝑲𝑨𝒁𝑼𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑰𝒀𝑨.���

your NYE together looks like:

spending the day inside, maybe a trip to the grocery store for snacks and making homemade pizzas. when the sun goes down, hopping in the car to see all the fireworks in different parts of the city. kazutora isn't going home until he gets his kiss at midnight, but he's stopping at a gas station on the way for more snacks. 🖤

[dr4kenlvr]

❝ you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility. ❞

with kazutora, but a found family kinda relationship

prompt: "you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility." + kazutora hanemiya

nana's note: how adorable :( comforting kazutora 24/7 on this blog <3 did i butcher the found family trope? maybe yes indeed so but i really hope i did okay </3

"kazu! you forgot your lunch idiot," you laugh, jogging to chase him down the quiet halls of his apartment. the jaggle of his lunch shakes in the brown paper bag you outstretched towards the door.

just short of exiting the room, kazutora turns to face you with a shocked expression. "ah shit!" he grins gingerly, reaching out to grab the bag heavy enough to keep him full for a day and a half.

he glances over at the dirty dinner table, the pile of dishes stacked in the sink, and looks at you with guilt washed all over. "i wish i could stay and help clean," his eyes flicker down to his shoes.

"are you kidding me, kazu?" you give him an entertained look. "you need to get to school, and i've got time to spare unlike you." you place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently as you usher him out the door. "now go before you're late again," he smiles at your feigned anger. "and don't worry about me, okay?"

he nods, and takes a deep breath before telling you that he sometimes felt like he was a burden to your life. kazutora hated feeling like this; like he was incapable of taking care of himself, but he knew you were causing more heal than harm to his life. and he was truly grateful for that.

"you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility." you say quietly, hands crossing as you lean against the doorframe. you were facing him now, and he found himself facing you, too. he knew you were telling the truth, and the truth made kazutora immensly happy.

he nods, and with a smile—a genuine smile—, he waves you goodbye and treads his way to school with a warm feeling swirling in his chest.

[crybabylisa]

kazutora writes you small love letters because it's easier for him to write everything down instead of saying it to your face. he's so shy and insecure about it but when he notices how happy you are about those love letters and how you keep them all in a small box, he swears to himself that he's never gonna stop writing them for you. he loves you so much and wants you to know that, even if it's hard for him to express that love in the beginning of your relationship.

[kazutorasgloryhole]

adopting a stranded kitten with kazutora

tw: none just fluff （✿＾ω＾）

it was evening, sun setting as you and kazutora were walking back to your apartment from a corner store to buy some snacks. “here let me hold the bag for you, angel.” smiling you thanked your boyfriend before letting go of the bag and kissed him on the cheeks making him blush. on the way back you had noticed something small and black following behind you small and mewing. turning your head behind you glanced down to find a small black kitten making your heart swelling at how cute cooing. “aw, where’s your mama kitty?” slowly bringing your hands to the kitten, careful to not startle it as it sniffs you suddenly rubbing its head against your hand, it’s green eye staring at you and meowing. you grown feeling sad you couldn’t take it home as you turn around and continue walking. not only that but the thought of it being stranded outside made you sad. it had followed you to your apartment making have no choice but pick up the kitten calling for your boyfriend before he opens the door. “kazu, can we pretty please adopt him?” begging as he turns around seeing your puppy eyes and the kitten in your arms staring at him. he sighs, gently let’s the kitten sniff him before petting him on the head causing the kitten to purr. “sure, why not, he’s cute” he couldn’t say no when your pulling those pretty puppy eyes at him begging all too nicely. with a smile as you both bring the kitten inside your home letting him roam getting used to their new home you go buy toys, food, and many necessities for the kitten. “thank you thank you thank you!! i love you, baby! i’m so happy we can raise a kitten together!” happily hugging him after kazutora let you keep the kitten.

a/n: fuck kids i wanna raise cats /j i’ve had this idea on mind a lot

[angelltheninth]

Kazutora Snaps at the Guy Flirting with You

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, being protective, fighting, kissing, blood and injury

A/N: What can I say, I like them a little unhinged.

Being together wasn't enough, Kaz needed to let everyone know he had the most wonderful, the prettiest girlfriend in the world

It wasn't just the complimentary clothes, the kisses, the public displays of affection when he twirled you in the air screaming about how lucky he was that he had you, but he was also fiercely protective

Very obvious when someone walks up to you at the table and starts flirting with you

Now Kaz hasn't been in a fight in a good long while, nor has been been very angry, he had no reason to, living his new peaceful life

A poorly dressed idiot will do a good job disrupting his record

Both of you try to tell him off peacefully at first but he's not getting the hint, he wants you to ditch Kaz and go with them, you can come back to him after he's done, he doesn't mind sharing

Kaz's grip almost breaks the plate he fully planned to smash over the guys head

You tried to walk past him but he made a big mistake and grabbed your arm, asking you once again to think about having a good, fun time with him

He couldn't fuck you half as well as Kaz can, you tell him as much, a blow to his ego for sure

Kaz tried to move you away, or rather he pulled you away and got in between you and the guy, his temper flaring up fast, his hand a blur as it grabbed at the guys head and smacked him against the table

The fight that ensued needed the intervention from the staff and ended with injuries from both sides

When the two of you get home he is so damn pissed off that he couldn't really punch that guy's lights out because he sure as hell deserved it

You're just happy he didn't get as many injuries, mainly on his knuckles which you can clean up with rubbing alcohol, kiss and then tape up

[osakiharu]

3:23PM : kazutora hanemiya

wc : 595

notes : i was thinking about the time i saw this boy drawing a girl (this is with a gn reader !!) in this really pretty spot of a park i was in and it was so cute :(( and i’ve seen baby kazutora drawing in a few official arts being the only one who’s drawing too so i was like y’know what… that’s kazutora and i’m writing that shit. not proofread.

“why don’t you draw me again?” you smiled from behind his sketchbook.

“no! not right now, my drawings always turn out shitty when someone know’s i’m drawing them!”

kazutora has always enjoyed drawing. ever since he was younger he’d happily scratch away at a piece of paper with a little worn down pencil he had in his school bag. they were messy, plain, simple pictures of him and his friends or a little flower he found in the park. as he got older he improved. the faces he drew became more accurate and proportional, the little anatomy studies he did got better and better each time, and he finally figured out how to draw creases in clothes without making them look out of place. kazutora kept his art to himself, hiding his sketchbook in his desk drawer until he decided to bring it with him when he met up with you one day.

you both sat in a pretty spot between two blossom trees, one pink, one white. whenever the wind blew, petals would fall down on you both like confetti and onto his book. “fuck, these fucking flowers.” kazutora mumbled as he brushed them off once again, the side of his palm turning a little grey from rubbing his drawing so much. you giggled at his frustration knowing he was probably nervous about drawing you. “calm down, tora, it’s gonna look fine!” you reassured him with a hand on his knee but he quickly moved it back to where it was on the grass next to where you were laying down. “yeah well the last time mitsuya knew i was drawing him it took me like…” he paused to look at your eyes, taking note of how they sparkle a little in the light, “thirty minutes to get his nose right, i swear!” again, you laughed at his silly excuse for apparently being ‘bad at art.’

“that doesn’t mean the whole thing turned out bad though, does it?” you picked up a few blossoms that had fallen off the tree, making a bunch between your fingers whilst listening to the scratch of kazutora’s pencil come to a stop. “you finished?” kazutora bit his lip and nodded. “‘kay, if it’s good, you can have these flowers.” you teased, holding them out to show him. “say shit like that and i won’t show you any of my drawings ever again.” he laughed at how your mouth dropped open at his empty threat, knowing thats the last thing you wanted.

the drawing wasn’t very big, the page only being a small one that already occupied a few drawings of his own hand and one of mikey in sunglasses in the corner. it didn’t matter though because your eyes still widened at how he did so well every single time. never had you come across a bad drawing in his book, all of them being so accurate and never once had you struggled to identify one of your friends. he knew how to get your hair just right, despite the blossom and wind. he didn’t miss a single detail of your pretty face, though it was be impossible for him to do so considering how much he looks at you. it was beautiful. “d’you like it? ‘m sorry it’s not on a clean page, i’m running out of space.” he spoke into your hair as your head was now leaning on his shoulder. “‘course i do, it’s great, tora!” you kissed his cheek to say thank you. you always made him feel more confident about his little talent.

reblogs appreciated <3

@swtsuya because it’s kazutora <3

[skelliko]

๑-context: a summer activitie with them

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji, Mikey, inui, shinichiro, Kokonoi, Rindou, ran, mitsuya,

°- kazutora hanemiya

• exploring abandoned places and going so far out into the city, climbing over fences just to get into the buildings and running from the police or other pedestrians that had caught you trespassing in someone else's property even though it's not like you both are doing anything harmful there. your just enjoying each others company whilst getting excitement in exploring new places that may be even a little dangerous but what's a little fun if you don't 'ball it'

°- chifuyu matsuno

• making hand made jewelry is a cute activity, you had to teach chifuyu how to tie the string right otherwise it'd come loose but after he got the jist of it y'all were making many sets of matching bracelets that you wear all the time in different colours and patterns. though sometimes it gets frustrating when it comes to tying the string and you can't seem to get the loop right or when your fingers accidentally let go of one side of the string and then all the beads fall downwards and both of you end up crawling on the floor trying to recollect every lose bead, but that doesn't happen often.

°- Baji Keisuke

• forest walks, not all the time but sometimes he'd suggest wandering around a forest, picking up weird shaped branches to show you, finding a bug on a leaf and if you don't like bugs then he'd be a nuisance about it and chase you around with the it. but if you have a heart with bugs then hed look around trying to find the coolest looking one specifically to show/give you and he'd dedicate to it even if he does occasionally get a little grossed out by them.

°- manjiro sano/ mikey

• constant motorbike rides! if you have your own motorbike then the both of you will be riding till you reach the end of earth and seeing which one can out do the other. but if you don't then you'd be latched on at the back of his bike and going with the flow of the wind to cool off from the heat. mikey would also try teaching you how to ride a motorbike, he's more patient with you than anyone else so you can take your time with taking in the information so that you know how to switch gears and dont attempt in going through a wall.

°- Inui seishu / shinichiro sano (I couldn't decide)

• due to him being in the bike shop and working on fixing some motorbikes here and there, there'd be trips to visit him holding a sweet, cold treat to give him on his lunch breaks. though when you're teasing him a little too much he'd purposely smear his oil grease stained fingers across your skin to leave a large, black mark and it'd cause a small fit of smiles and laughter but also some small annoyance on your side as you have to scrub the mark off from you by the sink.

°- Kokonoi hajime

• perfect time and weather to go visit new towns and enjoy the beautiful scenery that neither of you thought you could see until now. browsing into small business shops that you haven't seen/been into before and if something catches your eyes that you'd die for to have then Koko would buy it for you in a heartbeat because seeing you smile with light in your eyes at an item makes him want to keep you in that gleaming mood.

°- rindou haitani

• spontaneous night outs where you start the night to be all cozy watching a series with a tub of ice cream to then be all dressed up and sparkly after one text or phone call from rindou mentioning a club is doing a certain theme. the both of you may seem to be there for the party but actually it's the attention you both bring, getting all dressed up is the fun part and most of the time you do it together and have matching outfits or accessories, give everyone around a sight to see and only then do you give your all with the drinks and dancing.

°- ran haitani

• constant need to be in the pool or anywhere that has water, especially on hot boiling days when a 5 minute walk would feel like 5 hours. in the day you'd usually go to an outside pool and enjoy yourselves and then at night you'd have to pamper him since he's still affected from the heat, he has no tolerance. you tend to go to public ones but only those that you know are clean and have decency of others, essentially public pools that kids don't go to.

°- mitsuya takashi

• summer is the perfect time for him to work on summer clothes and you always happen to be his muse meaning you're the one who he always dots down your measurements and your always the one that tries the clothes on and half the time you tend to keep the clothing. if you wear dresses then sun dresses are always something that he enjoys sowing for you, you spinning around as the dress flows and spins with you, he doesn't make those basic ones but rather he puts in a lot of detail just for you, making it adorable and flattering. but if you don't wear dresses or such clothing then he always considers what kind of material he uses, that way for the hot days your not melting and instead you feel more free and feel a breeze.

 ♡----

[nxuvillette]

“BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE!”

SPENDING CHRISTMAS W/ TR MEN

synopsis: spending the holidays with your boyfriend is like a dream come true.

❥- including : baji keisuke, kazutora hanemiya, chifuyu matsuno

❥- note : decided to write something sweet for christmas coming up !! also new theme.. so new post colors :> ! i hope you guys enjoy, reblogs are appreciated <;3.

content warnings : sfw, fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, fluff, christmas activities, mentions of food (baji + chifuyu), use of pet names (babe , baby , princess), tooth rotting fluff.

♡ BAJI KEISUKE

you were honestly super excited that baji suggested building gingerbread houses together for christmas. you had seen many couples partake in the activity and now that you were in a relationship, you wanted to try it out.

baji came over with all of the supplies you needed. he even suggested that you two make little gingerbread men to live in your little houses together. he honestly thought it was super fun decorating their faces with different gumdrops and drawing on their smiles with delicious frosting. it was fun. both of you were having such a fun time doing it that you made multiple gingerbread men and you had even made them girlfriends to have. baji thought it was a cute addition.

it was all fun and games until you and baji got to the house making part.

neither of you expected it to be so complicated and so.. messy. there was frosting all over your fingers and the parts of the houses kept collapsing or caving in whenever you moved your fingers away. there were a few times that he thought it would stick together, but in the end, he was met with the same fate of the pieces falling apart and onto the placemat on the table.

although it wasn’t you thought it would be, you two were still having fun. you would both laugh whenever a piece of the houses would rip over or when the pieces of candy wouldn’t stick long enough. it was hilarious to both of you, so that’s why you continued trying to perfect the houses. baji kept making the same comment that the gingerbread men can’t be homeless and even if the house was falling apart they needed a roof over their heads. you had to agree with him on that.

after almost two hours of working, you both got your houses into decent condition. it was messy and didn’t look anything like the picture on the box, but you still had so much fun regardless. you two were honestly proud that you didn’t give up halfway through and throw them away. 

“well, we did our best!” baji exclaimed, popping one of the many gumdrops into his mouth.

you couldn’t help but laugh at how they looked, but what he said was true. “i agree!” you then came over beside him to take a photo of the houses.

baji snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. he dragged his thumb along the corner of your lip to wipe off the excess frosting. “had a little somethin’ there..” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss onto you. 

you couldn’t hide your grin, brushing your fingers through his hair. he honestly loved when you did that. your fingers always felt so nice threaded through his locks, brushing against his scalp. he could fall asleep like that if he wanted to. “i love you..” you whispered, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. 

he squeezed your body against him, bringing you closer. “i love you more, baby, don’t you forget that.” he intertwined his fingers with yours, spreading his warmth onto your hand.

♡ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

it was actually your idea to go out and see christmas lights with kazutora. there was a festival that was planning a lighting ceremony and you decided to go with him. both of you were really excited, considering it was your first christmas together as a couple.

you bundled up in your winter clothes. it was going to be a chilly night, but neither of you minded the cold if it meant you got to be together when you saw the lights. it wasn’t a far drive at all and there were a lot of people who were waiting to see the christmas tree shine. the sheer winter wind nipped at your exposed skin, which brought you closer to your boyfriend. kazutora had a tight hold on your body, making sure that you weren’t shivering. he’d hate to see you feeling any kind of cold.

soon enough, the tree was lit. multicolored lights were laced around the trees branches, making them twinkle in your eyes. kazutora couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you gleaming like a small child at the pretty tree. you looked so cute. he just couldn’t help but admire you in the glow of the lights.

you then walked along the sidewalks, pointing at the different trees and bushes that had lights strung along their leaves. you and kazutora had even taken a few photos along the way. he loved nothing more than to spend time with you, even if that meant his toes were numb. you never failed to make him happy and that’s why spending holidays with you felt so special. you made them just a little more exciting than it usually would be. 

kazutora held your hand as you both viewed the different houses in the neighborhood. some people had decorated their houses beautifully. “baby, look! that snowman is adorable!” you pointed at the glowing decor with a smile on your face. 

he chuckled when his eyes focused on it. he had an image flow into his head. it was of you and him together in the future when you had your own house together. you’d be decorating the front yard with too many lights to count and you would have the brightest house on the block. he could never say no to you. 

“looks cute, princess, just like you.” he kissed your cheek, making your face turn warm from the sudden contact.

you shivered at the sudden gust of wind that danced through the air. the temperature had dropped even lower than it had originally started at during the beginning of the evening. “i don’t mean to c-cut it short but can we go home? i-i’m freezing!” you looked at your boyfriend apologetically.

kazutora draped his arm around your shoulder, pecking your lips in the process. “of course, babe. maybe we can make some hot chocolate when we get home, yeah?” he nodded, to which you agreed eagerly.

♡ CHIFUYU MATSUNO

you were excited that evening to spend time with your boyfriend for a little christmas date. he had been talking about it for weeks. chifuyu planned every little thing and he was so ecstatic to have you come over and be with him. he had even gotten you both matching pajamas to snuggle up in.

when you arrived, you were hit with the aroma of food and you saw what your boyfriend had done for you.

chifuyu had bought an abundance of snacks and drinks for you two. he had quite literally gone all out for you and it made you so happy. there hadn’t been a single man in your life that would do something like that for you. it honestly made you fall for chifuyu even harder than you already had before. he had this smile on his face and he looked so handsome in his pajamas.. even if there was a snowman on the shirt.

the two of you cuddled up on the couch with many blankets and watched classic christmas movies together. the food he brought was honestly great too. pizza, cookies, candy canes, he had even made hot chocolate with those extra large marshmallows that could hardly fit in the mug. it was absolutely perfect.

with the food and how late it was, you found yourself becoming sleepy. you had quite the busy day and relaxing with chifuyu was only making you want to drift off and sleep for as long as you could. he could sense by your hums and droopy eyes that you were indeed exhausted, so he decided to take you upstairs to his room so you could both retire for the evening in there. 

“tired, huh?” chifuyu asked, lying down beside you in bed.

you had your eyes closed, but you nodded in response. “yeah.. i was so busy today..” you scooched closer to your boyfriend to feel his arms wrap around your body. 

he pecked the top of your head, tucking you underneath his chin so you were resting against his chest. he smiled to himself at your sleepy form. you were so cute. there were so many reasons for him to love you, and this was just one of them. “goodnight, baby.. i love you.” he rested his chin atop the crown of your head.

a light snore came from your lips, making him laugh through his nose. he couldn’t imagine spending christmas with anyone else but you by his side.

© NXUVILLETTE ┆ all rights reserved, do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; tracing over their tattoos w/ tr boys genre ; lowercase intended characters ; draken, kazutora, rindou, ran, hanma 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i'm in love with the tr series, so might as well start writing for them reqs are open!

DRAKEN sighs tiredly as he leans impossibly closer to your touch. he's so out of it, he doesn't notice the way you cradle him as if he's the most fragile thing known to mankind.

he doesn't know why you treat him as if one wrong touch from you will cause him to shatter. he's not a child, he's not glass.. he's toman's number two for god's sake.

but the way you drag your fingers across the tattoo on his temple, he can't help but melt.

you trace it, eyes closed, letting out small breaths.

you've memorized every twist and turn of the tattoo, it's almost muscle memory.

you can't help but allow your fingers to leave a feather-like trail of your touch.

draken hums contentedly.

if there's one place he'd have to choose to stay in forever..

it would be here.

on your chest.

with your fingers tracing along the black color inked into his skin.

KAZUTORA feels like he's still asleep, living in a dream. how could he believe that you, of all people, became his most prized possession.

he doesn't believe he deserves an ounce of your affection.

an ounce of your love.

he doesn't believe he deserves you at all.

but the way you caress his neck, fingers combing through his blonde layered hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear..

he can't help but pray that this isn't a dream.

he prays and prays.

until he feels your soft fingers trail along the tattoo on his neck.

he flinches.

you notice.

but you continue to trace along the perfect ink.

every turn and swirl, you trace over them.

your touch leaves him breathless. it leaves him craving for more.

he presses sweet kisses along your collarbone, shivering at the feather-light touch of your fingers.

RINDOU was always second-best to everyone else. he was never just "rindou", he was always "ran's brother".

so, when he met you.. imagine the shock plastered all over his face when you mumbled the sweetest greeting he's ever heard, "oh, hi rindou."

you didn't call him "ran's brother" you called him rindou. just rindou.

now he lays in your shared bed, lying on top of your warm body, cheek smooshed into your chest.

he's calm.

the way you caressed his arms, humming a random song, he feels at home.

but the way your fingers glide over the matching tattoo he has with his brother, he can't help but shiver under your touch.

your nails scratch over the ink gently, sending a shiver up his spine.

he can't help it, but every time you map out every line, every turn..

he falls in love all over again.

the touch of your soft fingers compared to his calloused ones lulled him to sleep.

and that became his favorite way to fall.

in your arms, fingers gliding over the pigmented ink, and your sleepy eyes shimmering so brightly at him.

RAN was having the hardest day at work.

he came home mumbling little complaints here and there, not even acknowledging his pretty girl who's eyeing him intently.

you know these days are always the hardest for him.

so what's better than having him sprawled out over your body, laying gentle kisses on your soft skin?

he smiles, finally dumping his whole weight onto you.

he doesn't notice it at first.

but your fingers trailed lightly over the dark colored drawing inked into his skin.

his lets out a shaky sigh, mumbling into your chest about how it "feels good".

you chuckle at the vibrations of his voice, sending your chest a little tickle.

you continue.

dragging your fingers over the pretty lines on his arm.

mapping every single turn and twist, engraving it into your memory.

it doesn't take long for it to pull ran into the best nap he's ever had.

HANMA runs to you after beating the shit out of a random member of an opposing gang.

he runs to you, a big grin visible on his lips.

you roll your eyes, arms crossing over your chest while an uptight expression makes its way to your face.

you hated it when your boyfriend got into fights.

you hated it because he would run back to you, bruises covering his pretty face.

and you hated it because he would return with dark marks all over his knuckles.

he slumps his body over yours, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

you were mad. of course you were. but how could you ever deny your sweet boy access to your affection?

you sigh, nudging him away gently before taking both his hands.

examining the dark bruises and small cuts, you frown.

bringing both hands up to your lips, you press a sweet kiss to each bruise and cut.

hanma watches you in awe, his heart swelling at the sight.

his heart swells even further at the way your thumb rubs against the dark color inked into the back of his hand.

you caress it gently, your finger following the trail of lines.

he definitely thinks he should start fights more often if that means he gets to see you trace over his tattoo over and over again.

[kakujis]

do you love me? 2;

synposis: they wake you up at 3am to ask if you love them. pt 1 here. 3 + 4

warnings: gn!reader, clingy bfs, no set timeline, kazutora's is a lil sad, insecurities, implications of cheating(there is none tho). not proofread!

feat: kakucho, kazutora, izana.

a/n: after i wrote the first part, i wanted to do the same thing but switched! this is the most flowery, fluttery, butterflies searching for a drink type beat drabble i've ever written. i haven't written like this in a while soo i hope it makes sense lol. the tone of kaku's is a lil different because i started his first oops! also big ty to @fuyuluvr for helping me finish izana's bit. ♡

kakucho had never once doubted you, not when you’ve told him he’s the sun and the moon and the reason why the stars gather in the night sky, cheesy words always getting a hot blush on his face. how could he, when you’ve barreled through the doors of your shared apartment to jump into his waiting arms, peppering kisses along his jaw, whines of “i missed you! i missed you!”. 

but it’s hard lately when he finds you and rindou with hushed voices at the gym, sitting on a bench, sheepish grins on your faces when he approaches to ask what the two of you have been talking about. 

“nothing!” you exclaimed, slipping your phone back into your pocket, scooting farther from the blonde beside you. “i’m gonna head out okay? i’ll see you later.” you exchanged one more glance with rin who nodded to you. kakucho remembers the surprised look on your face, when he pulled you into a particularly tight hug pressing his lips to your forehead, “see you at home,” you said, eyes softened before breaking free and walking out. 

he tried his best to not pry throughout his workout, tried his best to not get angry when rindou asked, “you alright?” when he noticed the particularly quick responses that kakucho was throwing at him. 

“yeah, i’m fine.” he assured, fighting the urge to accuse his friend of anything nefarious. but man was it hard with this little nail in his heart hammering away at his insecurities and worst fears. maybe it was time to take izana’s advice and “just ask them about it.” 

and that’s how he ended up here, sitting awake at 3am listening to the tick of a clock. even in your sleep you clung on to him, drooling and snoring on his arm. 

gently, he reaches over to shake your shoulder. the shift made you cling harder, eliciting a whine from your sleepy state. kakucho chuckles, before he shakes a little bit harder, already feeling a little silly at his concerns. 

“you awake yet?” he asks when you finally start to blink your eyes and glance up at him. 

“hi,” you yawn, using your hand to wipe at your drool, “what time is it?” you prop yourself up, squinting at the clock on the wall. 

“like 3am.” he says, unable to hold back the smile on his face as he studies your sleepy expression.  

“hmm? why are we awake then?” you yawn again, droopy lids starting to fall again, but kakucho stops you before you’re able to fall asleep. 

“wait,” he mutters, pulling you up so that you’re pressed against his chest and facing him. he places his hands on the sides of your cheeks, staring straight into your drowsy eyes. “do you love me?” 

the question catches you off guard, you’ve never seen him so serious before. there’s a crease in his brow and his heterochromatic eyes hold something like worry, something that’s scared, as if you’d say no. 

you blink off the sleep that once riddled your bones before scowling, “kaku.. what kinda question is that? of course i love you.” you assert, squirming until you’re straddling him. you place your hands on top of his own, prying one down to lace with your fingers. “why?” 

he looks away, burning under your gaze, “it’s nothin’,” he mumbles, dropping his other hand from your face. but since you’re fully awake now, the haze of sleep gone, you catch on fast, the wheels in your head rewinding back to earlier that day at the gym.

“ohh,” you hum, removing your hand from his and cupping his face this time so that he’ll look at you. “is this because of earlier? with rindou?” 

“maybe..” he says, eyes darting away from yours, “it’s just weird you don’t want me to hear what you two are talking about and it’s also not the first time so...” 

you sigh, climbing off of him and reaching over to the nightstand on your side of the bed to grab your phone. settling back next to him, you unlock the screen and click on your messages. you wiggle your phone at him adding, “i’ve got nothing to hide, see?” before you open the texts with rindou:

y/n: HEY

rindou 🙄: hi

y/n: IS PROJECT KAKUCHO STILL A GO??

rindou 🙄: project kakucho??? 

y/n: dont tell me u forgot… his birthday is coming up!!!

the conversation continues with the plans the two of you had made specifically for kakucho’s birthday, the venue, the people invited, what kind of cake you should get, etc. you scroll slowly, periodically glancing up at your boyfriend as the blush on his face deepens. probably from a mixture of embarrassment and the way every mention of his name has some type of adjective describing how cute he is. 

“see? i wanted to surprise you.” you say, beginning to hand the phone over, “you can scroll up even earlier if you want.” 

“no, i trust you…” he says before taking your phone and putting it down on the nightstand. “sorry, that was sort of stupid of me.” honestly, he had completely forgotten about the occasion, it was just another day for him. 

you shake your head, “well.. i can’t blame you. if i’m thinking about it from your perspective, i’d probably be a little suspicious too.” 

he blinks, caught off guard by the way you agreed without a hint of sarcasm. “really?” 

you nod, “yup… especially if i didn’t trust my partner, cmon now! rindou?” you tease and he groans out another “sorry.” 

“couldn’t you have thought i had a crush on one of your cute friends?” you scoff, crossing your arms. 

“rindou is cute though.” he says quickly and matter of fact, not really processing what he’s just said. 

“huh?”

“he’s… y’know, he’s good looking.” he repeats, gesturing with his hands and glancing down at you. your face is unreadable as you take in the information, those little gears in your head turning again. 

“hm. well, if he’s so good looking then you should totally date him.” you joke, trying your best to keep a straight face. 

“that’s not what i meant!” kakucho exclaims, running his hands down his face and you laugh. 

“gimme my phone, i’ll set you up.♡” you chime, holding your hand out. “besides i think he’s into you too! totally checks you out at the gym.” 

“can you stop?!” 

kazutora: 

kazutora has an annoying little habit, where he doubts if you really love him, which culminates in late night questioning. you’ve assured him many times before that you don’t mind, you’ll tell him as many times as he wants and you’ll reassure him whenever he’s doubtful, but he hates it. this little worm of insecurity that digs its way through his stomach, his chest, until it makes it up into his brain, shaking and bouncing off it’s walls until he can’t take it anymore. 

he hates this feeling, more so because he knows it’s stupid, he knows there’s no reason for it, there’s never been any indication for it and yet, he still cries or lashes out because of it. like maybe he's not that good of a person, maybe he's not what you need, and maybe he'll never be enough. what better time for insecurity to sink it’s fangs in than the dead of night? 

he rolls over, cheek squished against the pillow. reaching over to quickly pull you closer to him, back against his chest. you shift a little, rousing out of sleep, tilting your head up towards his with a little curl of a smile. it’s so easy to read him now and pick up on his mood changes, but you think nothing negative, instead feeling warm that sometimes he’s so vulnerable with you, searching for his security like a child looking for their favorite blanket. 

“hi tora,” you mumble, voice heavily laced with sleep, “what’s wrong baby?” he doesn’t answer at first, the only response to you being an even tighter squeeze under his muscled arms. you respond back, wriggling under his touch, pressing so far into him it’s as if the two of you are trying to mold together and become one. 

“do you love me?” he asks, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“i’ve never loved anything more,” you proclaim and kazutora gives a little needy whine while his hands start to wander up the expanse of your skin and you giggle as his touch tickles you under the sheets. 

“you’d pick me every time?” he asks, the heaviness in his heart lightening with each breathy giggle of “that tickles!” but it’s his way of comforting himself, whether it’s running his hands over your bare skin or inserting them into your jacket pockets while he holds you from behind, kazutora finds solace in the warmth of your body. 

“mhm! every time, without a doubt! now stop!” you say in between laughs, desperately trying to push his hands off of you but he’s stronger, hands curling into the plush fat of your side and you yelp. “toraa!” 

“hmm?” he teases, continuing his relentless assault. but the way you’re kicking and squirming has his hold on you weakening. you’re unable to fully control your movement, thrashing as your elbow flies back, hitting him right in the stomach. “ow, fuck!” he groans, releasing you and rolling over. he grimaces as he places a hand where you hit him, curling inwardly on himself. 

out of breath, you roll onto your knees, sitting up while you scoot closer to him. one hand rests on your side, aching from your previous uncontrollable laughter. 

“not my fault.” you pant when he glances up at you with puppy dog eyes. “i told you to stop.” you roll your eyes at him, but the pout gracing his face persists and you give in. you bend over, brushing away stray blonde locks from his face before you bend down and give him a kiss. “sorry.” 

“s’okay,” he grins, eyes crinkling as he pulls you back down into his embrace. there’s a few minutes of silence, the only noise being the occasional swivel of fabric underneath your feet as readjust every so often. “you really meant it, right?” he asks, breaking through the silence, that pesky little worm still rearing it’s ugly head in his thoughts.

“every word.” you reply, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. you place a finger on his lips as you continue, hoping to dispel the rest of his worries. “in any dimension, in any lifetime. if i could live a thousand lives, i’d pick you every time.” 

he blinks before he’s pushing your head down to rest on his chest. there’s no vocal response, instead only the tremble of his body as his grip on you turns crushing, one hand’s fingers intertwined with the tresses of your hair. you realize now that it was due to his embarrassment, a silent plea to just this once, not look at him as his relief spills out as fat, droplet tears that run down his face and onto yours. but it’s okay, you’ve always embraced the rain. 

izana:

izana thinks its insane every time you pull at the that strings that hold together his weary heart. but you pluck at them with each call of his name that rolls off your tongue like a siren call, entrancing and pulling him towards you and only you. with those vibrations he seeks you like a moth to a flame, fluttering towards your light and basking in the glow. 

heavy and sluggish, he trudges up the stairs to your shared apartment inwardly cursing about how late it is. the plan is to take a shower and get in bed as quietly and quickly as possible. you’re definitely asleep by now, so he tries his best to enter silently, not wanting to wake you. but as he tiptoes into your bedroom, the sight of you asleep huddled under the covers as you hug izana’s pillow has him falling onto the bed, gently taking the pillow from your arms and replacing it with himself. 

you scrunch your face as you awaken, heavy lidded eyes blinking and adjusting to the blurry image of izana before you. pretty lavender eyes watch you with a small upturned grin that grows wider at your, “mm?” the chirrup of your voice like the birdsongs in the morning. izana thinks you’re the prettiest melody, better than any song on the radio or classical composition. 

“good morning.” he says and you tilt your head quizzically, squinting at the alarm clock on your nightstand, the lull of sleep still beckoning you over. 

“it’s 3am, zana,” you whine when you read the red blink of numbers, trying to roll over but he holds you still, arms wrapped around your hips. 

he shrugs, a smirk on his face. “and?” 

“and i was sleeping.” you mumble, irritation lacing through your voice before frowning and closing your eyes. 

the quirk of his grin falls, settling into a line, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. he knows he came home late and he knows it’s probably annoying to be woken up, yet he was hoping you’d still be excited to see him, to be with him.

“do you love me?” he asks, knowing it’s a dumb question. your reaction is normal, but being around you makes him feel abnormal, and he’s so greedy for everything you’ve got. he thinks you’ll reprimand him again for keeping you awake, but instead you hum when he starts to caress your face, the pad of his thumb running over your skin in airy strokes.

“mhm. i love, love you.” you reply, happily keening up into his touch, pressing your cheek further into his hand. 

“say it again,” he says and you open one eye, quirking an eyebrow. you almost say, “really?” but the insecurity dancing in his eyes stops you and you comply.

“i love you.” you say again, a little louder this time. 

“again.” he commands.

“izana..” you huff. you know him, this could go on for hours if you gave in. 

“just one more time, please?” he pleads hanging onto his last word. he’s never told you, but this is his favorite song, the kind that always gets stuck on replay in his head. the one that he puts on to comfort him when the outside noise of daily life is a little too loud. 

“i love you.” you sigh, conceding and punctuating it with a quick peck on his lips and he grins. “happy now?” 

he nods, “i’ll never get tired of hearing that.” he presses a kiss to your cheek, letting you settle back into a more comfortable position. you lay with your back to his chest, as he cages you from behind. “now get some sleep, its late.” 

you’re quick to look back at him, eye brow raised in disbelief.  “you’re literally the one who woke me up?” 

“shh, that doesn’t matter, just go to sleep.” 

“but-“ 

“good night, love.” he interrupts, thinking that he should record it the next time you sing him such a pretty number. 

[ranhaitanisgf]

hi omg i'm so excited for you and your event you deserve the 2k!! could i request childhood friends to lovers with kazutora wherein reader is baji's sister and they fake date for awhile to fuck with their friends but then realize their feelings for each other? also angst to fluff maybe !! have a good one and take care<3

— kazutora hanemiya // childhood friends to lovers // fake dating

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it was funny at first. 

when you’d seen the look on keisuke’s face, you’d had to use an epic amount of strength to keep yourself from laughing, only allowing yourself to have a bit of an amused look as you held kazutora’s hand. he was having a harder time containing his laughter, his face looking like he was going to break at any point as keisuke stared at the two of you, his jaw almost unhinging from how far it was hanging open. 

“you…you two…are dating?!” he spluttered, which made kazutora start to lose it. 

it had been even funnier when you and kazutora had shown up to one of the toman meetings, your hand once again encased in his. the amount of utterly shocked faces from all your friends had the both of you losing it once again, which had made the deal seem entirely worth it. 

that’s right. it was just a deal. a joke. the two of you were going to come clean soon and admit that it was all just to fuck with everyone. you would be able to laugh freely at their shocked faces, and you would all move on with your lives. 

so why were you feeling so bitter right now?

you had come across the scene by a complete mistake; you had been just been running to the convenience store to grab some snacks for yourself and your brother, (he had insisted on needing more yakisoba stocked up). you didn’t even known that kazutora had been in the area, and now you were frozen in your tracks, looking at him from afar. 

in front of the convenience store, he was holding a soda can in his hand, a plastic bag hanging from his arm. also hanging from his arm was a girl, the two of them talking with smiles on their faces as they seemed to be waiting for someone who was still inside the store. the girl was surprisingly close to kazutora, her body pressed up against his side, and you found it hard to recognize this boy who used to blush and stutter at the simple action of a girl talking to him. 

he hadn’t seen you yet, so you were taking a moment to contemplate what to do. should you just go back home? no, why should you care about this? the two of you aren’t even dating, so it really doesn’t concern you at all. besides, why should you go back home when you haven’t done anything wrong? 

you pulled the hood up on your sweater, pulling the hoodie strings so that most of your face was covered, leaving you with just a small amount of your vision. 

when you passed by kazutora, he didn’t even take a second glance at you, completely ignoring you. 

why would he talk to me?! i’m the one who made myself unrecognizable!!

you decided to put the confusing thoughts out of your mind, grabbing the snacks and packs of yakisoba, going up to the counter and quickly paying. with your bag of goodies in hand, you walked out of the store, noticing that kazutora and his little friend were nowhere to be seen. 

you let out a sigh of relief, (why are you relieved?) and started your walk back home, loosening the strings on your hood a bit. your hand reached into the bag, shuffling around in it a bit before picking a bag of chips, taking it out and ripping the top open. 

“yo.” 

“ahh!” you screamed, hearing a voice in your ear. you turned around, closing your eyes and throwing the bag of chips at the person. when you opened your eyes, you realized that kazutora was in front of you, looking at you with a confused expression and your bag of chips in his hands, (how did a single chip not fall out?). 

“your first reaction was to throw chips at me?” he questioned, taking a few steps to walk by your side as you grumbled, continuing your way home. “y’know, that’s not really a sound defense tactic.” 

“shaddup. gimme that.” you muttered, snatching your bag of chips from him. you grabbed a few chips, shoving them in your mouth and crunching as the two of you walked. 

feeling a stare on you, you glanced to the side, noticing how kazutora was looking at you with a quizzical expression. 

“what.” you said flatly, staring back at him with a blank look. “you got somethin’ to say?” 

“you seem pissed off.” 

“do i? well, i’m fine.” you answered, continuing to munch on your chips. 

“you don’t seem fine.” kazutora stated, his tone turning more serious. “what’s wrong? did someone do something to you? i can beat them up if you-” 

“i just told you i’m fine. can you get off my case? shit, i just wanted to get snacks! is that a fucking crime?!” you snapped. “don’t you have to go hang out with your arm candy or something? just leave me alone!!” you started to walk a bit faster, starting to regret what you said the moment it came out of your mouth. 

whatever. i’ll just go watch a drama and not think about this. 

you felt kazutora grab your arm, trying to keep you from stopping. the action made you want to roll your eyes; why was he acting like this?? 

“hey! i just told you i-!” your words were left unsaid as you turned around, guilt suddenly rushing through you. kazutora was looking at you with tears in his eyes, and now that you were paying more attention, his grip on your arm was extremely loose, holding it as though you were made of porcelain. 

“are you mad ‘cause you saw me with that girl? is it my fault?” he asked, his voice a bit shaky. 

“n-no, it’s not your fault…shit, i’m sorry…” you apologized, sighing a bit. “i’m sorry i snapped at you, i was just…” you trailed off. 

why were you so pissed off seeing kazutora with that girl? 

“...just…” you continued, trying to find an explanation for your actions. “...” your silence continued as you stared at him, the boy waiting for an answer from you. his sad, golden gaze felt like it was forcing you to admit the truth to yourself as you continued to look at him, (why did he almost look like a kicked puppy?). 

were you…jealous?

yes.

“i…don’t know. i’m sorry. just ignore everything i said.” you suddenly said. “i need to get home. okay. yes. i’m sorry, i’ll treat you to a meal soon as an apology, uhm, okay, bye-” 

“are you jealous?” 

you froze at kazutora’s words, your heart skipping a few beats as your jaw dropped. 

his face had suddenly changed into a smug expression, the tears that were in his eyes a moment ago completely gone. the look in his eyes hadn’t changed, he was still uncertain, but you could tell that he knew he had hit the nail on the head. 

“w-what?! why would i be jealous? we aren’t even dating for real!” you sputtered, trying to refute the accusation. “you could go and hang out with every girl in tokyo and i wouldn’t care!!” 

“you wouldn’t? that hurts me, (y/n).” kazutora said, a frown on his face as he stepped a bit closer to you, pulling your hood down. “i don’t know that girl, though. she was getting away from a creep, so i pretended to be her boyfriend for a while.” 

of course. 

you felt shame course through you as you realized you had overreacted for nothing, and you now looked like an absolute freak. there was no way kazutora would ever talk to you ever again, not after you had snapped at him like that-

“i would care if you were hanging out with another guy.” kazutora suddenly said. 

“what? why…?”

“because you’re mine. i like you.” you stared at him, your eyes damn near popping out of their sockets as you tried to figure out if he was playing with you or not. the look on his face and in his eyes didn’t change at all, staying serious and sincere as he looked back at you. 

“you’re…not joking?” you hesitantly asked. kazutora shook his head, his hands moving to rest on top of your shoulders. 

“i want…to date you. for real.” 

“...really?”

“yes. these last few weeks…” kazutora sighed, shaking his head. “...it was a mistake to agree to fake date. i was just too scared to ask you out for real, so i thought that it was the closest i could get to actually dating you. i’m sorry…if you hate me, that’s fine, i just needed to tell you-” 

“let me kiss you.” 

“w-what?!” 

“to see if you’re telling the truth.” you explained, putting on a confident front as you spoke. “if you’re lying, i’ll know it because you won’t kiss me. so, let me-mmph!” kazutora’s had suddenly moved from your shoulders to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him as his lips crashed into yours. 

your shock kept you from doing anything for a moment, but after your moment of shock was over, your hands immediately moved to cup his cheeks. you closed your eyes, embracing the feeling of kazutora’s soft lips on your own, gently moving as he kissed you deeper. 

you felt disappointed when he pulled away, though you suppose you were okay with the two of you staying this close together. 

“do you believe me now?” he asked earnestly. 

“yes…” you answered, still feeling a bit shocked at everything that had happened, (should you thank keisuke for bothering you to go and get yakisoba?). 

“good. lemme walk you home now, it’s getting kinda late.” kazutora said, smiling softly at you. his hands released from the back of your neck, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before grabbing one of your hands from his face, interlocking your fingers and beginning to walk. 

the two of you walked for a minute or two in silence, which you felt grateful for since you were still trying to process what had just happened. 

did that really just happen?! ohhh my god…

“by the way, you didn’t answer my question.” kazutora suddenly piped up, looking at you. 

“what question?” 

“i asked if you wanted to date. for real, not fake.” 

“...shouldn’t you already have your answer?” you asked. “i don’t just let anybody kiss me, y’know.” 

“well, i’d hope not.” kazutora responded, pouting a bit. “i would be hurt if you did.” you rolled your eyes at his dramatic behavior. 

“riiight, because i’m the type of person who would actually do that…you’re so dramatic. i could almost think that you were fake crying earlier or something!” you joked. there was silence from kazutora, and when you looked at him, you immediately recognized his ‘oh shit’ face. “wait…were you actually fake crying earlier?!” 

“uh…” you gaped at him while he avoided eye contact. 

“are you serious?! what’s wrong with you!!” 

“well, you’re the one who was yelling at me…” 

“that doesn’t matter!! at least i wasn’t faking it!!” you argued, shaking your head. “seriously…you’re an emotional terrorist or something…” 

“but i’m your emotional terrorist!” 

“...you’re supposed to use that with an endearing term like ‘idiot’, not emotional terrorist.” 

“...sorry.”