#mafia todomatsu

[miss-atena]

Hey it's been a while... I'm still in matsu brainrot, but I'm not really active on any social media due to mental health and shit... so, uh, sorry for not posting or saying anything, my brain is fucking me up in the head real bad.

But to not seem like this is just pessimism, have art!

I'm working on reworking my oldest ososan au, a crossover au with OsoSan and Homestuck, so stay tuned for that, one day lmfao

[dreamy-melody]

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[ask-the-bar-gang-blog]

Totty, do you enjoy being a part of Kara's gang? Or would you prefer to be in Oso's?

Todomatsu: I’m working with Karamatsu because I want to be. I have no plans of defecting, and certainly not to that loser’s gang.

Todomatsu: Also, don’t tell him I said this, but Karamatsu is a good leader. There’s a reason he can get away with being so flashy even though we need to keep sort of a low profile.

[vrisrezis]

Have you ever heard of "way of the house husband"? Could you please do some headcanons on what the mafiamatsus would be like if they gave up crime and became house husbands?

I have not but !! Heehee

Osomatsu would take a long time to actually be like .. okay with this? Just because he has dedicated most of his life to being a part of the mafia but hey. He makes for a outstanding house husband (sorta). He will become a little lazy, since he’s just not used to .. relaxing for once.

Karamatsu is the most likely matsu to do this simply because he wanted to give up this life as is, and he’s a good house husband that always does what needs to be done, while also being very loving to you. Though, he’s still working on being more friendly to the neighbors he doesn’t trust.

Choromatsu takes awhile to adjust, and even then never fully does. He’s used to his life being in possible danger, he’s used to you being in possible danger as well. He has no problem leaving this life behind, he’s just so used to not trusting everyone around him.

Ichimatsu takes awhile to convince, because for awhile he enjoyed what he did. To him though, as long as he can possibly go back he’s fine (he will never actually go back though, he just needs that reassurance things can go back to normal if it’s too much for him lol)

Jyushimatsu enjoys being a part of the mafia, but he is so willing to do anything you want so he gives it up quickly for you. He’s a good house husband and everything, but he just sees everyone as a potential danger so he’s so protective all the time, like moreso than like any of the other matsus.

Todomatsu doesn’t care and adjusts pretty quickly to being a house husband, but old habits die hard. He’s constantly on social media and ruining peoples lives of whoever he simply doesn’t like. He does not know how to lay low to save his life (on the internet at least)

[moonlightwinterdxxix]

🎉🎉 Matsuno Birthday Scribbles 🎉🎉

[shimmeringclouds]

[ 1. ]

Dark. Everything was so dark.

Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to pry them open. You blinked the bleariness away, but it did nothing to remove the pitch black surrounding you.

Shifting around, you tried to bring your arms up to your face, only to discover that you couldn't move them. Furrowing your brows, your tugged your arms upwards, and it was then that you felt a harsh burn around your wrists. You twisted them, the rough material binding you rubbing away at your skin.

Was that... rope?

Slowly, your senses came back to you, all fatigue now gone from your system as panic began to take over.

You shuffled your legs next, only to find them bound to the legs of whatever chair you were sat on, ankles crossed over each other and a pressure on your thighs telling you that there was no way you could move.

As your breathing began to pick up pace, you tried to remember how you got into this situation in the first place, but there was nothing that could have lead to such a situation. You drew up blank after blank.

Struggling against the rope bindings once more, you felt the sensation of some material against your neck and shoulders. A bag had been placed over your head, obscuring your view.

Without the use of your hands, there wasn't any way you'd be able to get that thing off of your head. You wiggled your fingers experimentally, wincing at their stiffness. They went numb for a moment, but as the blood circulated back into them, you stretched them upwards towards the knitted rope just above your palms. Unfortunately, the rope was too high up you for to reach.

You desperately willed your fingers to reach higher, feeling the rope brush just above your fingertips, the strain on them causing your hand to cramp up. Your throat tightened, tears of frustration and fear filling the corners of you eyes.

What was happening? Why were you here? Were you going to die here? You didn't want to die. Not yet, not here, not like this.

But as your life flashed before your eyes, you had a sudden thought.

'Maybe it won't be so bad.. to die now.'

It's not like you had anyone waiting for you. It's not like you were going to do anything worthwhile with your life. So what was the point? Maybe you should just accept this. You were going to die here. So what? Who would care?

A loud bang of a door hitting a wall made you jolt violently. You whipped your head around in a dumb attempt to see what had made that sound, then froze at the sound of heavy footsteps heading towards you.

You held your breath when the steps stopped, right in front of you.

"She's awake, boss."

A man's voice. Deep and raspy. You didn't know who he was.

"Let's take a look at her then."

Another man. Slightly higher pitched, and a lot less intense. He sounded very calm. You didn't know who he was, either.

You flinched at the feeling of a hand near your neck. It pulled the bag off of you in one swift movement. Your hair fell over your face in a mess, and you took deep breaths of fresh air. You flinched again as a hand cupped your chin, slowly raising your face and brushing the hair away from your eyes.

The man had blonde hair and steely grey eyes. He was smiling at you. The way it looked on his face whilst he gazed at your face and body, the single light in the room shining down on him from above, made you sick. There was something about him that made your blood run cold, and he hadn't even done anything to you yet.

"Good job," he chuckled to the other man, who had moved to the corner of the room by the door. He was very tall, with a strong chest and arms bulging with muscle. His eyes were narrow and stern, boring into you. It made you shiver unpleasantly.

"You cold?" The blonde asked, not waiting for an answer as he stood up. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you're gonna have to stay in here for a little longer. If you cooperate well with us, though, I might just let you up into my office instead."

His grin was sleazy and dangerous. You hated it. Your lips began to tremble the more you looked at him. You couldn't speak, your throat was too dry.

The two of you stared at one another for a silent minute, waiting. But you did nothing, and neither did he.

Finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you.

"Suit yourself." He made his way over to the door, stopping to speak to the tall man. "Just make sure she doesn't try to escape. Those idiots will be here soon."

He glanced back at you one more time, chuckling to himself.

"Who knows, maybe you could make a new friend, Jack. What's your name, again?"

They were both looking at you expectantly. They wanted you to speak? How could you do that? You found yourself petrified, unable to move. Your entire body was shaking.

"Hey."

A large hand grasped at your hair, tugging you upwards harshly. You screamed at the unexpected pain, whimpering as the tall man, Jack, held your face close to his.

"He asked you a question. Fucking answer it."

The blonde leaned against the door frame, almost bored. As if he had seen this a million times before. He showed you no remorse. For a moment you thought, if he were to watch you die, right here and right now, he probably wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

It was then that you realised.

You stuttered out your name, your voice watery as tears pricked your eyes. Jack released his hold on you, your head falling back down heavily. You let it hang low, your hair covering your face once again. He retreated away from you, standing outside the door with the blonde.

"My offer still stands. You either rot away in here, where you're probably going to get killed anyway, or you could come up with me." It was his turn now to take hold of your hair, albeit a lot gentler than before. He looked you in the eyes, stroking your cheek with his right hand.

"All you have to do is be obedient. Then your life will be easy. I'll give you all the money in the world in exchange for your body whenever I call. Sounds good, right?"

"..."

"Speak up, doll. Can't hear you."

"...N-No.."

You head was snapped to the right as a heavy blow connected with your cheek. You cried out in shock, eyes wide as the weight of the punch settled into your skin. The entire left side of your face throbbed uncomfortably, your teeth feeling weird and numb.

"Stupid bitch," he massaged his knuckles with his fingers. "You wanna die here, huh? Then go ahead. Be my guest," he spat, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Jack shut the door behind the man, turning to you. Shadows fell over his eyes as he closed in on you, cracking his knuckles loudly as he reeled his arm back.

You didn't move. Your whole body felt paralysed. The pain had swelled to your head now, your brain throbbing dully behind your eyes. The tears had fallen, but you didn't remember when. They streamed down your cheeks and onto the cold ground, pattering softly.

How had this happened? Why you?

You took it back. You took it all back.

'I don't want to die.'

——————☠︎——————

"This is his top secret hideout?" Osomatsu raised a brow, staring up at the abandoned office tower.

"It's surprisingly gone under the radar for a while now," Todomatsu replied, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he followed his brother's gaze. "He's still stupid to think that we wouldn't find it, though."

"That's because he wants us to find it." Choromatsu stood to Osomatsu's left, busy loading his bullets into his pistol, pulling the metal with ease. "Reznov knows what he's doing. So we need to be careful."

"Ichimatsu," Osomatsu pressed two fingers against his small earpiece, glancing to his side as he addressed his younger brother. "Have you got any visuals on him yet?"

"His office is right in my sights, but the bastard has yet to show up."

"Then he's probably with the hostage. Damn it, how did we let him slip away with that?" the eldest hissed through his teeth.

"Something's off about the place," Ichimatsu added. "I'll keep an eye out."

Choromatsu sighed heavily, tugging at the collar of his uniform. The suit was always so stuffy, and always got in his way. He hoped it wouldn't slow him down any further.

The distant sound of metal clanging to the ground caught the brother's attention. Not soon after, Karamatsu spoke through the earpiece.

"We've located the entrance. Heading in now."

"How many goons are there?"

"A lot more than we had initially thought, but it's nothing we can't handle."

"Osomatsu-niisan!" Jyushimatsu called suddenly. He hummed, a knowing grin forming on his lips.

"Do I get to kill 'em?"

Osomatsu laughed loudly, his two brothers grinning at the question.

"Go for it."

A series of muffled yells and thwacks filtered through the earpiece before it fell silent, leaving the duo to get to work. Choromatsu loosened the tie around his neck slightly before taking the first step forward, his pistol clutched tightly in his hands.

"Let's get this over with," his eyes narrowed up towards the building, the gloom and dread of something awful washing over him, but not once did it deter him from his path.

——————☠︎——————

A rough cough shook your body, blood dripping from your lip down to your ruined clothing. You heaved heavily as you hunched over in your seat, pain flooding your entire body with each pulse of your heart.

How long had it been? How many hits did you take? When will it end?

Someone's hand clasped itself around your neck, pushing your face upwards while you choked for air. Air left your lungs in meagre wheezes, shaky and uneven. You peered through your heavy eyes up at Jack, who only smirked at your obvious agony.

"This should be enough, don't you think?" he sneered, pushing your neck up higher. You gagged, flailing helplessly in his hold, your arms and legs writhing underneath the binds that had rubbed your skin raw. He held you there for a moment, the smirk stretching wider as he watched you struggle before suddenly releasing you, your head falling harshly as he left you to cough and hack for air.

Your ears were ringing, your mind distorted as you could no longer understand what was happening to you. Why was he hurting you? What did you do wrong? Your busted lips quivered as you pried them open, the dry skin sticking together slowly being pulled apart. You rasped weakly, the tight burn of your throat allowing fresh hot tears to run down your swollen cheek.

The man didn't listen to you. He couldn't hear your begs any longer.

A faint buzzing reverberated around the room. Jack paused, reaching for the back pocket of his jeans to pull out his phone, holding the sleek model up to his ear, not once moving his eyes off of you.

"What?" he grunted, not appreciating that his time was being wasted. However, he would quickly learn that it wasn't being wasted. Shouting could be heard through the speakers, frantic and desperate. Jack's brows furrowed, leaning into the phone.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What's—"

The line fell silent.

He stared at the phone's black screen. For the first time, Jack felt uneasy. Gritting his teeth, he was about to put his phone away before it began ringing again, a familiar name rolling across the top in large letters.

"Boss? What's going on?" He snapped his head towards the door, hearing a sudden series of pops going off just outside the room.

"I told you they were comin' didn't I?" the voice on the other end chuckled, sounding very at ease. "Everything is going according to plan, so relax."

"But, boss! Our men are dying out there—!"

"When has that ever been a problem to me before?"

A heavy tension fell onto the man's face as he became quiet. With a sigh, the voice spoke again.

"Listen. They finished rigging up the building. Just hurry up and get your ass outta there before it's blasted sky high. I won't be waiting any longer. Understand?"

"..Yes, boss."

"Good."

"What about the hostage?"

"What about her?" The voice cackled. "That bitch can die with them. What use is she to us?"

"But what if—"

"Do you seriously think she's gonna make it out alive?" Jack stilled at the cold tone, menacing and threatening. "This place is going to blow up. I know you're an idiot, Jack, but think for a fucking second. And what's she gonna do, anyway? Report us to the police? The fuck's that gonna do?"

He pursed his lips, raging embarrassment swirling inside of him.

"Fuck's sake.." the voice sighed faintly, the line going dead once more. Jack growled under his breath, flickering his eyes towards the door as the cracks of gunfire became significantly louder before turning back to you. You flinched under his stare, eyes squeezing shut as you braced yourself for another hit with a whimper.

Yet, the hit never came. A breeze swept by your left as he walked past you, focusing instead on the large rucksack that was placed against the wall behind you. He picked it up and hastily secured it around his shoulders, clicking a small clip along his chest to keep it in place. Patting the pistol in his belt just to make sure it was there, he set his eyes on the covered window in the corner of the room.

All you could hear was his heavy footsteps against the solid ground behind you and more gunfire, mixed with the occasional scream and shallow thud of something hitting the floor. Your body began to tremor violently with every bullet sent off. They were getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. The taste of iron was still on your tongue. You briefly wondered how much more you would have to taste before this was all over.

The door was suddenly smashed open, scattering along the floor and bouncing off of the walls in shattered pieces, a few bits scraping the skin of your cheek. You screamed at the deafening sound, shoulders tensing up to your jaw.

A fistful of your hair was yanked backwards, a cold metal pushing against your temple. You choked out a sob, blinking through the tears as you were forced to look at the intruder.

"Take another step, and I'm blasting her fucking brains in!" Jack bellowed into your ear, your headache increasing tenfold. His breaths were heavy and hot against the side of your bloodied cheek, making you squirm uncomfortably.

The dust settled, and behind it stood five figures. They had very similar faces — you thought they were identical but with your thoroughly rattled brain, you weren't too sure. Each of them had guns seemingly aimed towards you, their dark eyes glaring holes into the man keeping you hostage.

"Where's Reznov?" The man in the middle spoke first, flexing his fingers tightly against his weapon.

"As if I'd tell you shit," Jack sneered.

"Then we'll find someone who will."

It all happened in the blink of an eye. There was a deafening crack, a high pitched scream cancelling out every other noise around you. You didn't know who screamed.

Then there was the blood, splattering across your face and hair, warm and sticky, and most definitely not yours.

Your mouth was open, but you didn't know what you were saying, or if you were even talking at all. Everything you could see was doubled, the same item phasing over the other again and again, fuzzy and disorientating.

"Nice shot, Ichimatsu," Karamatsu hummed, only to receive multiple curses.

"Holy shit, what did they do to her?" Todomatsu mumbled to himself as he began cutting at the ropes binding you down. He sounded like he was underwater, far away and echoed. You wanted to reach out and find that voice. But you couldn't move despite your bonds being removed. Your eyes felt so heavy, a dark veil slowly inching its way over your vision.

As soon as they were loosened, your body slumped forward, close to hitting the ground if not for the pair of strong arms catching you. Choromatsu grunted at the sudden weight, although he proceeded to easily scoop your battered form into his chest, hooking an arm under your knees and providing support for your lolling head.

"We'll have Ichimatsu treat her once we get back," Karamatsu winced slightly at the welts covering your arms.

"That bastard got away again..!" Osomatsu groaned, running a hand through his dishevelled hair, the strands falling out of their gelled style. "Now we have to look for him all over again!"

"Don't worry, it'll probably be easy, knowing that guy. We just have to do it fast," Todomatsu assured, already tapping away at his phone.

"Let's just get out of here first," Choromatsu gestured to your weak self with a nod of his head, turning to head out when Jyushimatsu stopped them.

"I can smell something weird.." they looked a him with raised brows. That was never usually a good sign. His eyes were cat-like, wide and blank as he sniffed at the air again.

"What... What is it?" Karamatsu asked cautiously. A few seconds of silence more before Jyushimatu's mouth widened into a large, strained smile, sweat now running down his skin.

"Bombs!"

"Fucking shit! Seriously?!" Osomatsu yelled as they all began sprinting down the corridors, jumping over the dead carcasses they had left in their rampage.

"Now it makes sense why he chose the highest floor to put her in — he's gonna blast us to bits!"

"How long do we have?" Choromatsu looked to his younger brother, hope faltering as he saw Jyushimatsu's smile widen, pinching his cheeks.

"Not long! Maybe.. just under two minutes!"

"We're not gonna make it down all these stairs!" Todomatsu screamed frantically.

"Yes, we will!" Osomatsu pressed his earpiece. "Ichimatsu! Get the car ready — we need to leave now!"

".. M'kay."

The brothers reached the fire exit stairwell, jumping down large chunks of steps with practised ease, pushing each other to go faster. Choromatsu held you tightly against him as he went, making sure his grip on you wouldn't allow you to slip and fall.

Bursting through the front entrance of the building, they began speeding across the empty lot as fast as they're numbing legs would carry them, cursing as Jyushimatsu got down to the sixty-second mark.

A black car had just rolled up to the gates, doors opening automatically as Ichimatsu leaned out the driver's window, watching as his brothers clambered into the car. Choromatsu got in last, laying your body across his and Karamatsu's lap as he slammed the door shut.

"Go, go! Quick!" Osomatsu wheezed, attempting to catch his breath. Ichimatsu immediately slammed his foot on the gas, the car wheels squealing before it ran down the empty streets, curving round the corners at dangerous angles.

Ichimatsu didn't slow down, barely flinching as the building exploded, shaking the ground as clouds of fire and debris filled the skies. The others peered through the back window, no longer able to see the tall building as it had crumbled to the earth.

"Holy fuck.." Osomatsu breathed, finally relaxing in his seat as best he could with his minor injuries and Ichimatsu's reckless driving. His brothers did the same, wiping the sweat from their brows. Karamatsu carefully readjusted your legs that were placed across his lap, grimacing once more at the sight of the large patches of purple and crimson blood across your skin.

Choromatsu brought out his handkerchief from his breast pocket, gingerly dabbing it over the cuts on your face, frowning deeply as the cuts wouldn't stop running. Catching sight of your right wrist, he saw how it was raw and inflamed, your hand twisted in an unnatural way, as well as your shoulder that seemed to sag in its place.

He wrapped his handkerchief around your wrist, hoping it would provide some kind of support. You looked so frail, your features barely visible under the drying iron caking your face. An anger swelled inside of him that he never felt before, and he was left to clench his fists tightly whilst the car sped onward, unable to do anything.

[peapupful]

Some Mafia Matsu’s? I’m a sucker for badass Matsu’s 😂 also give me a couple months and I’ll donate you and commission you hehe I get my one bank account;)))

GOHTPH THANK U…so.. i got a little carried away LFMSOFM BUT HAD FUN WITH IT! a good set indeed

[ask-mobster-matsu]

I don't know if it's been asked or not (yet) but is there any chance we can see the new designs mod? I mean if it's okay. I'm genuinely curious and excited to see them? Anyways, glad you're back and have fun❤ P.S. Love your new design Mod😍😍😍 Keep up the good work.

(Mod A: Here you are my dear! And thank you! I’m glad you like my persona’s new design!)

[shukkuchi]

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[ask-iyamisdaughter]

@ask-mobster-matsu continuation of this.

[daily-matsunos]

It’s finally time to vote! Which set would you like me to make into acrylic keychains?

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Coloring all of them would take too long, but I wanted you all to get an idea of what the final design aesthetic would be, so I finalized the Osomatsu in each set. The keychains will be about 2 inches tall. The poll will be open until Monday-ish probably.

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[thebardisabird]

What would the mafia daddy Matsu's do if a rival mafia boss offered a alliance IF he agreed to marry off his 16 year old daughter to his 25 year old son?

I mean this doesn’t require a whole lot of thought - they’re livid and may or may not contemplate murder. On the spot if possible. There’s no way in hell he’s giving up his teenage daughter to an adult man. For a little insight, here’s how that goes for each Mafia Papa:

Osomatsu: Laughs a very cold laugh, followed by, “You must think I’m stupid. Get your scummy ass out of my house, ain’t gonna be no fucking alliance with terms like that.” He practices a lot of patience, though the first thing he wants to do is shoot his rival right in the balls for thinking he has any coming to his home and asking something disgusting like that. 

Karamatsu: Remains quiet at first. His face goes from amused at the thought of an alliance, dropping down to a serious glare when he hears the terms. Never in a thousand years would he offer his darling daughter to a man far too older her senior. Hands slammed to the table, he seethes but a mere four words: “Leave my home. Now.”

Choromatsu: “ABSOLUTELY NOT. YOU’RE OUT OF YOUR MIND.” he’d scream. There’s fear and anger in his heart at the thought. However, Choromatsu would also be sensible, counteroffering something else he thinks might be of interest to his rival in order to seal the deal. Afterward, he’s very much shaken by the fact that someone has had their eyes on his daughter in such a way. 

Ichimatsu: He immediately goes in for the kill. If you thought he was dangerous when you’d threaten him - imagine how bloodthirsty he is when you target his little girl. He has a 9mm glock behind his back that he whips out and puts it right between his rivals eyes. “You have 30 seconds to leave before I feed you to the fucking tigers.” 

Jyushimatsu: He laughs also, but it’s very dry and very serious. From under his desk lays a golden bat with spikes protruding out of it. In a flash, he pulls it out, pointing it at his rival. His eyes narrow, “I don’t think so.” That’s all the warning the guy gets. If he pursues the matter further - Jyushimatsu starts swinging. 

Todomatsu: Immediately scrunches his face in disgust, “You’re joking, right? She’s only sixteen, don’t be fucking gross!” Though he, like Choromatsu, will offer up a counter-offer to assure an alliance. He also enrolls his daughter in Krav Maga classes within that week, though he refuses to tell her the real reason why. 

[ask-the-bar-gang-blog]

Totty, do you have any non-gang activities that you do?

Todomatsu: When I have free time, I like to play Mahjong or Go or the like. I can make conversation and win money off of suckers at the same time!

[vrisrezis]

Aah, so im not sure how to put it in words but i really loved mafia osomatsu san au? And i was wondering if you could do some more headcanons about it? The reason i dont know how to put this in to words is cause i do not have a specific scenario in mind for it😅 i just...really liked it😅😅 maybe like, how each mafia matsuno would treat their s/o? Or any other headcanon you have in mind!

Osomatsu can be a bit of a nasty flirt, but he means well! Sure, he flirts with any attractive person he meets, but you’re special. He’s not one for that sappy bullshit, but you know he loves you because he actually bothers to protect you and kill anyone who ever even thinks of threatening your life. Any other whore he’s been with, he could care less if they died or not. He sometimes seems like the worst, the shittiest person who only cares for himself and the money he makes, he shows in other ways he can be caring and still has a heart.

Karamatsu is a sweet talker, one who claims he shall give you the world one day. Would gladly do all those cliche lovr things with you, running away from the world together, “yknow like Romeo and Juliet” or perhaps you’d like a Snow White approach. He is as cliche as the come, the compete opposite to his eldest who is raunchy and seemingly uncaring. Karamatsu is a kindhearted man, but that doesn’t mean you should fuck with him, he’s scary when you put his s/o in danger.

Choromatsu always seems so serious, nobody can break through that kinda facade. He’s been keeping that attitude up since he was a mere child, he’s had years to practice. It’s second nature to him now. Yet, somehow you always manage you make him crack a smile. It kinda looks like a V. But seriously, you will never doubt his love for you. Sure, he’s not as sweet as karamatsu is, but the fact he’s even with you speaks volumes. He’s not one to sleep around like Osomatsu, if he’s with you he’s in it for the long haul. Plus.. you manage to make him smile..

Ichimatsu is a ruthless killer who kills for the sake of killing. He’s got crazy parents, he was bound to end up crazy himself. He likes being tough and horrifying and definitely indulges in the toxic masculinity mindset. The kinda guy that says falling in love is “weak” which is the exact reason he was a virgin until he met you. He never wanted to have sex, out of the fear it would make him weak and fall in love. Alas, you made him weak. He almost wants to kill you for doing that to him, but he doesn’t. Cause sadly he likes having you around.

Jyushimatsu is a crazy killer himself, similar to Ichimatsu in terms of being a virgin but his reasoning of not indulging himself in love affairs is because he holds no interest. People have been all over him since he was a kid, nothing new, nothing changed, same old fucking shit. But you came along, you were different and unlike everyone else. Love certainly sneaks up on you in the most unexpected ways doesn’t it?

Todomatsu is a scary, powerful man. He has everything he could possibly have, and yet he’d be willing to give that all up for you. Admittedly, he has had quite a few relationships in the past. This was moreso for publicity in the mafia community. (Mf mafia community?) But he found himself genuinely liking you. He is somebody that usually doesn’t stick around for long, but for you he’d stay as long as you’d like him to.