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rainisawriter · 8 months

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I saw your requests are open and I have a request for murayama🐥 If Murayama's girlfriend prefers her love language to him by writing poetry for him and giving small gifts (like a simple drawing,painted stone,necklace and etc.) A girlfriend who is a little afraid of contact in a relationship What would he be like in this relationship? What would he think of this love language Headcanon or oneshot is not important to me, can you write something about it＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 2,461

A/N: Let me just say that this is the best banner I’ve made in a while lol I really like it. Also, I realized halfway through this request that you wanted them to be dating already but I was in too deep to fix it T_T)/ I hope you don’t mind and I hope you still enjoy this~

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The first time you met Murayama Yoshiki, you knew that he would become an important person in your life. Maybe you didn’t realize that he would become the love of your life, but you knew he would be important. There was just something about him that drew you in, like a fish unable to escape a whirlpool. Though, part of you wasn’t so sure you wanted to escape.

In the beginning, you weren’t sure how to get his attention but you knew you wanted it. You couldn’t just come out and say that you thought he was cute, so you did what you do best – you wrote him a poem and made him a bracelet to go along with it. Neither were anything fancy, but they had come from your heart and you hoped he would be able to sense that.

You couldn’t just waltz up to him and give it to him, though. He was the leader of Oya Koukou, always surrounded by guys who would lay their lives down for him. You didn’t feel quite so comfortable stepping into Oya, either, so you took a less direct route.

“Can you please give this to Murayama-san?” you smiled brightly, holding out the small box containing the two items, along with some cookies you had bought from the store. It was secured with a blue ribbon so the contents wouldn’t spill out.

Furuya and Seki exchanged a look, clearly unsure of how to feel about this situation. No one had ever been brave enough to come up to them unless they were looking for a fight and you were looking at them without fear. Rather, you were looking at them with kindness which caught them off guard. Oya students were never looked upon with kindness.

“Um…” Furuya cleared his throat, glancing at his friend before slowly taking the box from your hand. “Sure…”

“Thank you very much!” You smiled brightly, bowing to them before turning and rushing away.

The two men watched you blankly until you turned the corner.

“What if it’s a bomb?” questioned Seki, taking a step back.

Furuya scoffed, smacking him atop his bald head. “Don’t be an idiot.”

When Furuya finally presented the box to Murayama, the younger male wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. He assumed it was just a challenge letter or another glitter bomb. The latter made him pause in opening it, dark eyes shifting to the couch he sat upon. He was still finding glitter stuck to the fabric after the last one he had received and that was over two months ago.

With a scowl, he decided to head outside in order to open it, not wanting to have to clean up the mess again if it really was a glitter bomb. Not that he had actually put in any work the last time – it was mostly Furuya and the lower ranking among the part-timers.

Safely outside, he tugged the ribbon, letting it fall to the ground. When he lifted the lid, he could only blink at the contents, clearly confused. He reached for the neatly folded paper first, convinced that it just had to be a challenge letter, but it wasn’t.

He certainly wasn’t the brightest kid at Oya, so the poem left him scratching his head, though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t elicit a warm reaction from within him. The bracelet was made of brown rope with a baseball charm in the center, surrounded by two blue beads on either side of it.

The bag of cookies was snatched from the box by a grinning Seki but they were quickly taken back by the younger male, a scowl on his lips. His dark eyes fell on Furuya. “Oi, where did you get this?”

The tall man shrugged a shoulder. “Someone asked me to give it to you.”

“Who?”

“I didn’t get their name…”

Murayama exhaled in annoyance, his eyes returning to the poem. He wasn’t sure why, but every time his gaze slid across the words, it awoke a fluttering feeling in his chest. Though the full meaning was lost on him, he could understand a part of it. Whoever had written this clearly felt strongly about him, he could feel it in every stroke of the pen.

“Find them,” muttered Murayama, making the two older men exchange a look of surprise.

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“There, it’s done!” you grinned brightly, setting the paint brush down onto the table. Your hands and apron were covered in various colored paints but you didn’t mind – it was part of the creative process, after all! Sitting before you was the completed canvas, the colors vibrant and warm.

“Woah, that looks amazing,” commented your best friend. “Who is he?”

“Murayama Yoshiki.” The name felt nice on your tongue and you smiled warmly, admiring his silhouette in front of the school he adored so much. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He better,” she scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “Any guy would be lucky to receive this as a gift.”

“Thank you,” you nodded proudly. “I think it’s my best work!”

“When are you going to -”

The doors of the art room were thrown open, causing both of you to whip around in surprise. Your friend looked terrified, her body tensing up as she slowly backed away.

You slowly stood up from the stool, blinking at Furuya and Seki. “What are you two doing here? How did you even find me?”

Your friend looked at you in shock, leaning toward you and hissing, “You know these two?!”

“Not personally, no,” you replied nonchalantly, shifting to the side so they wouldn’t see the painting.

Furuya stepped farther into the room, glancing around and wrinkling his nose. When was the last time he had been inside a classroom that wasn’t destroyed? Elementary school, perhaps? It felt strange to him.

“Murayama sent us to get you.”

Your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat. “W-What for?”

Your friend’s voice shook as she stepped toward you, fingers curling around your arm. “Y-You can’t just… just walk in here and kidnap people!”

“Hah?” His eyes narrowed at her, his tone enough to make her flinch.

“It’s okay,” you told her softly, offering her a reassuring smile and a pat on the hand. “They won’t hurt me.” ‘I hope,’ you found yourself thinking.

“Are you sure…?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” scowled Furuya, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “We’ve been looking for you for hours and we’re hungry.”

“Sorry for the trouble,” you apologized. “Just one moment, okay?”

He watched you closely as you gathered your things and he didn’t miss how you hid the canvas from him, carefully wrapping it up with brown paper. You felt nervous as you followed the two large men from the school, hyper aware of the strange and terrified looks of your classmates.

The worst your school ever saw was someone kicking the vending machine because their snack got stuck, so seeing these two obvious delinquents had everyone on edge, especially since you were following them. You kept your head high, though, smiling brightly to let everyone know you were okay. You hoped they wouldn’t sense your nervousness.

Arriving at Oya put you even more on edge because everyone was watching you, sizing you up to see if you were a fit challenge for them. You had no doubt in your mind that if Furuya and Seki hadn’t been with you, they wouldn’t have hesitated to attack you. As someone who couldn’t fight to save your life, you found yourself walking closer to Furuya for comfort.

The boys led you into the gym where Murayama was waiting, lying across the couch and tossing a ball into the air before catching it. Several groups of guys were scattered throughout the gym, all of whom looked at you with suspicion and confusion as you were led to the stage.

“We’re back!” announced Seki with a grin.

Murayama caught the ball, moving his head to the side. His eyes locked with yours and you felt your breath catch in your throat. You had seen him so many times before this, but it was always from a distance and never up close. Had he always been this pretty?

He slowly sat up, his feet pressing against the floor as he watched you. He lifted his hand, motioning for you to come closer but you were rooted to the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from those dark pools.

Furuya gave your shoulder a gentle shove, knocking you from your daze.

You clutched the painting to your chest as you slowly stepped closer, gaze on the ground in front of you.

“Oi,” called Murayama, his tone softer than you had expected. “Why did you give me these?”

Glancing up, you saw him holding the poem you had written. The bracelet was secured around his wrist, bringing a bright grin to your lips. “You’re wearing it!”

He tilted his head to the side. “That’s usually what people do with bracelets, yeah?”

“Yes, I just… I thought you might have thrown it away,” you admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “I’m really happy you kept it.”

Why was his heart picking up speed? He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel vulnerable and he didn’t like feeling that way. His eyes flickered to the brown package held protectively against your chest. “What’s that?”

You felt warmth flood your cheeks, grip tightening around the painting. Yes, you were quite proud of what you had created but… were you read to show it to him? Giving him the poem was easy because you weren’t there to see his reaction. If you showed him the painting now, you wouldn’t be able to avoid it if he didn’t like it.

“It’s, um… it’s nothing! Just a school project,” you lied, laughing nervously.

Furuya scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “It’s a painting.”

“You saw it?!” Your wide eyes snapped to him and he smirked.

Murayama’s eyes narrowed at the two of you, feeling jealous that Furuya knew what it was when you refused to show it to him. Clicking his tongue, he stood up and jumped down from the stage, closing the distance in just a few strides. He reached toward you without thinking and you winced, taking a step back.

His brow furrowed, hand falling back to his side. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No!” You replied quickly, shaking your head. “Sorry, I’m just not very good with being touched.”

“Oh.”

You nodded, biting your lower lip in thought. After a moment of silence, you slowly held out the painting. “I made this for you, Murayama-san. I hope you like it.”

His heart skipped a beat at how cute you are and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to be receiving a gift from you. He took the package, careful not to touch your fingers as he did so. He tugged away the brown paper, dark eyes scanning the canvas.

You watched his expression carefully, but he remained stoic, causing you to bite your lip again. “You probably don’t like paintings, huh? I didn’t really think about it, I’m sorry.”

Though his face remained blank, there was a war zone going on inside of him. He was absolutely touched by the painting you had done of him. He was touched by the bracelet and the poem. He couldn’t remember a time he had felt happier, though he knew taking over Oya was a close second.

“I love it,” he breathed out, eyes shimmering with sincerity as he stepped closer to you.

A bright smile came to your lips and he was sure it had just brightened the room. “I’m so glad!”

“Why are you giving me these things?” Murayama was dumb, but he wasn’t that dumb. He had a good idea of the answer, but he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to be sure.

“Ah, well…” you rubbed the back of your head, cheeks warming. “I really like you, Murayama-san.”

“Yoshiki. Call me Yoshiki.”

You felt like you were going to burst with happiness. “Yoshiki-san, then.”

He adored the way his name sounded coming from you and he wanted to hear it again. His mind was racing as he tried to grasp onto the words he wanted to say. He just wanted to ask you out on a date, it couldn’t be that hard! Yet the words continued to escape him, much to his frustration.

“Yoshiki-san?”

“What?”

You hesitated for a moment. “Will you…”

His heart skipped a beat. Were you about to ask him out?

“…look at the painting tonight? In the dark, I mean.”

His heart dropped, a frown tugging at his lips. “Why?”

“Please?” You pressed your hands together, giving him a pleading look that he couldn’t being himself to say no to.

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You glanced at your watch and clicked your tongue. “I have to go, but don’t forget, okay?”

Before he could utter a word, you turned on your heel and rushed away. Murayama’s frown deepened as he looked at the painting. What was so special about looking at it at night? It made no sense.

Then again, nothing about this situation made any sense to him.

That night, he waited for the sky to darken before he slipped away from the gym, painting in hand. He headed into an empty classroom, not turning on the light and nearly tripping over a desk lying on the floor. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, kicking it out of the way.

It was then that something caught his eye. Something was glowing a faint green in the darkness. He slowly lifted the painting, squinting at the words. Painted in the bottom corner with glow in the dark paint were the words, will you go out with me?

He scoffed in disbelief, the corners of his lips sliding upward. What a cheeky little thing you were!

To him, you were strange. He didn’t understand poetry or painting or making bracelets. He didn’t understand why you liked him or how you had come to do so, but he admired the fact that you had approached Furuya and Seki without fear.

You didn’t look at any of them with disgust or fear, just kindness. People were always quick to judge those at Oya, and rightfully so, but they were rarely ever given a chance. You were willing to give them one.

Murayama smiled as he leaned against the window sill, the cool night air ruffling his hair. He could definitely picture you as the queen of Oya, as his queen.

“I hope you’re ready,” he hummed softly. “Tomorrow, I make you mine~”

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the-chaotic · 24 days

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「— Who fell first and who fell harder 2 」

「カオス ― This is part two of this post. I saw the first two episodes of The Worst and that was enough to start writing, lol. Just like the other one, everything is based on scenarios in my head and what I think looking at their faces and this one is also bigger than the other . 」

「pairing ― The Worst era + Bonus. 」

— Oya Koukou ,

Fujio — He fell first but you fell harder.

Tsukasa — You fell first but he fell harder.

Jamuo — He fell first and hardest.

Yasushi — You fell first but he fell harder (Good luck).

Kiyoshi — He fell first and hardest.

Nakaoka — He fell first and hardest.

Nakagoshi — You fell first but he fell harder.

— Suzuran ,

Raoh — You fell first but he fell harder.

Mercy — You fell first but he fell harder.

Binzo — He fell first and hardest.

Magoroku — He fell first but you fell harder.

Kansuke — You fell first but he fell harder.

Kamui — You fell first but he fell harder.

— Housen ,

Sachio — You fell first but he fell harder.

Eimei — He fell first and hardest.

Odajima — You fell first and hardest.

Shoji — You fell first but he fell harder.

Shidaken — He fell first and hardest.

Sabakan — You fell first but he fell harder.

Moji — You fell first but he fell harder.

— The 3 Schools Alliance ,

Amagai — You fell first but he fell harder.

Suzaki — You fell first but he fell harder.

Saboten — He fell first and hardest.

Tsudanuma — You fell first and hardest.

Sameoka — You fell first but he fell harder.

Fujin — He fell first and hardest.

Raijin — He fell first and hardest.

Reiji — He fell first and hardest.

Gandhi — He fell first and hardest.

「— Bonus Part」

「pairing ― Crows Zero 1 and 2. 」

「カオス ― Of course I would have to bring them here because of the crossover in The Worst X. Furthermore, I recently watched both films with my mum and I was sad to not find any of their content, just a oneshot of Genji and other for Rindaman. So here is my little contribution to this fandom! 」

— Suzuran ,

Genji — You fell first but he fell harder.

Chuuta — He fell first and hardest.

Makise — He fell first and hardest.

Izaki — You fell first but he fell harder.

Serizawa — He fell first but you fell harder.

Tokio — You fell first and hardest.

Tokaji — You fell first but he fell harder.

Tsutsumoto — He fell first and hardest.

Manabu (Mikami Brothers) — He fell first and hardest.

Takeshi (Mikami Brothers) — He fell first and hardest.

Rindaman — You fell first but he fell harder.

— Housen ,

Narumi — You fell first and hardest.

Tatsuya — You fell first but he fell harder.

Ryo — You fell first but he fell harder.

Matoba — He fell first and hardest.

Hayato — He fell first and hardest.

Rikiya — He fell first and hardest.

#. . 乱 . 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 : 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 .#high and low #high&low #high&low the worst #high&low the worst x #high&low x reader #high&low headcanons #high&low scenarios #oya kou #suzuran #Housen #Ebara #Kamasaka #senomon #three school alliance #crows zero #crows zero 2 #crows zero x reader #crows zero headcanons

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yume-yume-jk · 2 years

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I was watching again High&Low and I made this so idk tell me if you disagree

#high&low #high and low #story of sword #smoky #rude boys #murayama yoshiki #oya high #oya koukou #rocky #white rascals #hyuga norihisa #daruma ikka #cobra #sannoh rengokai #hoodlum squad #my stuff

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therainroguefanfiction · 2 years

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❉ 139 Dreams (Murayama Yoshiki) Utopia

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Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 4,326

Pairing: Reader x Murayama

World: High&Low

Notes: First, let me apologize because this took AGES to get out. I kept sitting down to work on it but only did a little at a time because I was struggling for some reason. I've also been kind of busy because this game I like is shutting down so we're scrambling to get videos and information for the wiki lmao I really hope this turned out okay and you enjoy it, sorry again for taking a century to get this to you!

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Choosing to graduate from Oya high was one of the hardest decisions Murayama has ever had to make for himself and it took him a while before he felt comfortable enough to do just that. He had many memories, most of them good, from his time at Oya and he was thankful for the time he spent there, for the friends and allies he made along the way. He often wondered how different of a person he would be if he had never taken over Oya, but he didn't want to dwell on that for too long. A new chapter of his life had officially begun and he was terrified, but it also felt freeing. It felt as if his world had expanded, laying out before him just waiting for him to conquer it.

Murayama Yoshiki was forging a new path for himself with his two best friends at his side. The question was - where did he even begin? Had the world always been so vast, so open? It was a terrifying thought, but he wanted to explore the world and see what lay beyond the borders of S.W.O.R.D. There was no doubt in his mind that he would eventually return, but there was no harm in having some fun until then, right? The world was his and he was the king of his own destiny.

Most of the time.

Murayama clicked his tongue in annoyance as his bike came to a stop, the engine whining pitifully as it ran out of gas, right beneath a sign telling him that the next gas station was a hundred miles down the road. He squinted his eyes against the blazing sun, looking around him. All he could see was desert, the heat distorting the scenery the farther he looked. He's pulled off some impressive feats in his short lifetime, but walking a hundred miles in the desert? He would most likely die, that he was sure of, but he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. It wasn't his style.

He swung his leg over, pulling himself off the bike, giving it a glare for good measure before he began walking, his sneakers kicking up sand and sending tiny pebbles skittering across the ground. His stomach was complaining loudly because he hadn't eaten much of anything in two days. "Just tough it out," he muttered, slapping his stomach a couple of times. If there was one thing Murayama excelled at, it was toughing it out even during the most impossible of situations, and this was no different.

Time seemed to tick by slower than it ever had before. It became torturous just trying to lift his legs, his sneakers dragging across the ground. Sweat dripped from his face, his jacket thrown over his shoulder to try and help his body cool down. The sky was devoid of clouds and there was not even the lightest of breezes to assist him. It was truly a miserable experience and he didn't make it very far before his legs gave out and he fell to his knees, breathing heavily. He was so distracted by his misery that he didn't notice the car coming up the road behind him, nor did he notice when the car stopped.

"Oi, are you alright?"

He slowly lifted his head and he swore he saw an angel standing there, the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. He rubbed at his eyes but you didn't vanish.

You frowned, shielding your eyes with your hand as you stepped closer to him. "You're not going to make it far in this heat. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

He stared at the hand you offered him, blinking dumbly as if the sun had fried the last of his braincells. Finally, he managed to lift his hand, sliding it into your own and letting you pull him to his feet. You offered him a smile before getting back into the car, waiting for him to drag his body to the passenger seat. He released an audible sigh as the AC hit him, slinking down in his seat as if he weren't in a stranger's car. You chuckled, bumping the AC up a notch before putting the car in drive and pressing on the gas.

"What are you doing way out here, anyway?"

"I ran out of gas," he replied, his head lolling to the side so he could look at you. "You shouldn't pick up strangers off the side of the road. S'dangerous."

You hummed, glancing at him. "Are you a serial killer?"

"No."

"Then we're fine."

His nose scrunched up at that. "You're just going to believe me? What if I'm lying?"

"It's certainly possible, but… I believe you."

"Why?"

"I dunno. There's just something about your eyes… they seem honest enough."

He scoffed in disbelief, turning to look out the window. The desert was passing by in a blur of brown and tan, making him feel dizzy. He rested his forehead against the glass, closing his eyes. He hadn't intended to fall asleep, he just wanted to rest his eyes, but it didn't take long for sleep to claim him.

You giggled when you heard the soft snores coming from his lips. 'He must be really exhausted after walking in this heat. What a strange man.' You turned on the radio, keeping the volume low so you had something to listen to during the long drive, your head bobbing and fingers tapping the steering wheel in tune with the beat.

An hour later, you were pulling up to the Nekromicon Diner, parking beside the building where the employee entrance was. You had figured the man would be awake by now, but he was still sleeping peacefully. You had to wonder when the last time he had slept was. As you pulled the keys from the ignition, you frowned at him. 'I can't just leave him in the car, he'll die from heatstroke for sure.'

"Excuse me," you called softly, resting your hand on his shoulder. No response. "Excuse me, sir, it's time to wake up."

A soft groan passed his lips followed my unintelligible mumbling before he turned away from you, curling against the door. You tried a few more times but with no success. A normal person probably would have left him, but you had never been normal, often doing questionable things without hesitation. Such as trying to pull him from the car.

You grabbed him under his armpits and tugged as hard as you could, managing to pull his body off the seat, but you misjudged how heavy he really was. He may have been skinny, but he was also full of muscle. A squeak left your lips as your legs gave out, sending you to the dusty pavement with him on top of you, his face pressed into your chest. It was hard to breathe with his weight pressing down on you so you tried to pull yourself out from under him. This was also a failure.

"Sir, please wake up. This is not how I want to die," you cried, patting him on the back repeatedly. You were about to start screaming 'uncle' when he started to stir, lifting his head to look at you through bleary eyes. "Good morning. Well, evening, technically."

Murayama frowned, blinking a few times as his tired brain tried to process the situation.

"Um, if you could maybe get off me, that would be appreciated. I'm already late for work."

"Why am I on you?" he muttered, his voice raspy as he pushed himself off of you, sitting on the pavement and running his hand through his messy hair.

You sat up, as well, taking a deep breath. "Well, it's too hot to leave you in the car and you wouldn't wake up so I tried to carry you."

"You tried to -" He sent you a disbelieving look. "Are you stupid?"

"Only on Sundays," you winked, pulling yourself to your feet before holding your hand out to him. He hesitated, still processing the fact that you had tried to carry him rather than just leaving him, but he figured you just didn't want him alone in your car. His hand slid into your own and you helped him to his feet. "Come on, you can grab some food from the diner."

He was about to say he had no money and wasn't hungry, but his stomach refused to give him the chance, whining loudly and pitifully.

You just smiled, pulling open the staff entrance and waiting for him to follow you through. The room on the other side acted as storage, large metal shelves tightly packed together as they held various spices and dry ingredients, equipment, and whatever other junk the employees didn't know what to do with. It opened up to the kitchen, where the chef was lazily frying a burger, one hand holding the spatula while the other held a magazine about celebrity gossip. It was strange seeing an older man so interested in the affairs of stars, but you weren't one to judge other people's hobbies.

"Evening, Satori-san."

"Yup," he grunted before freezing mid-page turn, his wide eyes snapping to you. You offered him a wave and he quickly tossed the magazine behind him, straightening his back and clearing his throat. "Ah, I mean, good evening, boss! I didn't think you were coming in today."

"Boss?" Murayama muttered under his breath, taking a minute to fully look you over. You didn't look like the type to be in charge of anything and you weren't very intimidating, either.

"Well, my plans kind of fell through when Naomi decided she no longer supports music stores because they are 'pirates and schemers disguised as teenage boys who hate their life'. It was quite the breakthrough for her, apparently." You shook your head, not understanding your friend's antics. "Anything to report?"

"No, boss! Everything has been smooth as butter, boss!"

You nodded, smiling brightly at him. "Thank you for your hard work, Satori-san. If you'll excuse us." You waved at him again before continuing through the kitchen.

Murayama followed you, watching the man release the breath he was holding before realizing the burger was burning. "Idiot~"

You glanced at him over your shoulder. "Did you say something?"

"No."

With a shrug, you unlocked your office and stepped inside. Although you hadn't shut the door or told him not to follow you, he felt a little weird about it so he opted to just stand in the doorway, watching you as you searched for something. "Aha!" You tugged a tan apron from one of the bottom drawers in the filing cabinet, a grin on your lips at your accomplishment.

"Don't you own this place?"

"I do. What about it?" You tilted your head at him as you pulled the apron over your head, wrapping the strings around you.

"Why would you serve people when you're the owner?" His nose wrinkled at the thought. "Isn't the point of being the boss so you don't have to do stuff like that?"

"I suppose for some, yes, but I started this diner because I enjoy serving people." You shooed him from the office before leading him through the kitchen and out into the diner itself. "Have a seat wherever you want, look over the menu and I'll be right with you."

Murayama nodded, stepping around the counter before looking around the diner. There were only two other patrons - an old man sitting at the end of the counter reading a newspaper and a couple of travelers sitting in a booth at the back of the room. He chose to sit at the counter, a few seats down from the old man.

Gloria, the seventeen-year-old you employed as a waitress, was sitting on a stool in front of the register, her chin resting against her chest as she napped. It looked quite uncomfortable and you worried about her falling onto the floor so you gently shook her awake. She blinked, rubbing at her eyes and complaining about being woken up until she realized who stood before her. She jumped up so quickly that she knocked over the stool.

"G-Good morning, boss!"

"It's evening," you chuckled, picking up the stool.

"Right…"

After refilling the older gentleman's coffee, you approached Murayama with a smile. "Have you decided what you want?"

He was tempted to say everything because he was starving but he also had no money. He contemplated it for a moment, thinking about just dining and dashing, but he restrained himself, propping his cheek in his hand and looking at you blankly. "I have no money."

Your smile didn't drop. "I kind of figured that. Don't worry, it's on the house."

He frowned, glancing around at the empty diner before leaning forward. "You sure you can afford that? Business isn't exactly booming, ne?"

"We're not the most popular because we're in the middle of nowhere, but we make enough to get by. Lots of tourists getting lost around here. Thank you for your concern, though!"

"I wasn't even concerned," Murayama huffed, looking back down at the menu. "Omelette rice."

"Okay!" You turned around and headed back into the kitchen.

Murayama thought you were strange. Or stupid. Maybe a bit of both. Not only had you picked up a total stranger off the side of the road, you also tried to carry said stranger, brought said stranger into your business, and now you're feeding said stranger without charging him a cent. You were too generous for your own good and he honestly kind of hated it. A part of him was grateful, though. If not for you, he'd probably be unconscious right now, frying like an egg on the side of the road. He couldn't help but wonder how many times you had been taken advantage of, though.

"Ta-da~" you set a steaming plate of omelet rice in front of him and a glass of coke. "Enjoy!"

His mouth watered, his stomach whining as the scent of the food reached his nostrils. He grabbed the spoon and threw whatever manners he possessed out the window, scarfing the food down as if he hadn't eaten in years. You found it adorable, but Gloria sent him a disgusted look.

"Boss, why did you bring back a monkey?"

You hummed thoughtfully. "He needed help. And he's cute, don't you think?"

"Not really."

Murayama burped as he set the empty plate down, pieces of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. You resisted the urge to wipe the food away by ringing up the older man, thanking him for his patronage and wishing him a good day. For a while, he just watched you as you went around the diner, cleaning and tending to the few guests that came and went throughout the day. Then he got bored and tired, settling himself into a corner booth for a nap and that's where he stayed until it was time to close. As always, you were the last person left in the diner and once you were done with your paperwork, it was time to wake him up.

You gently shook his shoulder but he didn't budge, soft snores escaping him. "Please don't make me carry you again," you pouted, nudging him a bit harder. "It's time to wake up~"

A groan passed his lips, his eyes cracking open to glare at you. "What?"

"The diner's closed."

Through blurry eyes, he sat up and looked around the diner to confirm what you said before sighing, running his hand through his hair. "I'll leave then."

You frowned, stepping back when he pulled himself up from the booth. "I can take you wherever you need to go."

He looked at you over his shoulder, eyes narrowed. Were you really this kind? Or did you have an ulterior motive? "My bike ran out of gas and I missed my job interview."

"Eh? You didn't mention an interview! I could have taken you."

"I forgot."

You sighed, heading for the door. "Let's get you some gas for your bike. Maybe you can call them and they'll understand."

"Probably not," he shrugged, following after you. The night was chilly and he shivered when the wind blew, his jacket still around his waist so that he was in only a tank top. "Why are you doing all this?"

You hummed, locking up the diner before heading for your car. "I like helping people. It makes me happy knowing I can."

"It's dangerous, ya know?"

"For the most part, my instincts are good when it comes to sensing a dangerous situation. I felt no danger from you."

He nearly laughed. No danger? He was the ex-leader of Oya high school, a man that had taken one hundred punches without bowing down. He had won dozens of battles against guys twice his size. He was the epitome of danger. Then again, Murayama Yoshiki was not such a dick that he would attack someone for no reason, especially not someone that had gone out of their way to help him.

The gas station was about a mile down from the diner and it didn't take long for you to grab a gas can and some gas before returning to the car, opening the windows so the smell didn't overpower the two of you. Since the highway had no lights, you had to drive slow so you didn't pass his bike, cloaked by the darkness of the night, and you parked in front of it so he could use the headlights of your car to see what he was doing.

Murayama fiddled with the lid of the gas can before setting it back in your car. He felt awkward but he knew he needed to thank you. Why did he feel so nervous? It was a simple 'thank you' and then he could be on his way, never seeing you again. Why did that thought bring a pang to his chest?

You pulled a pen from your pocket as you approached him. "Gimme your hand."

"What for?"

"I'm going to give you my number," you told him with a smile, reaching out to grab his wrist so you could bring his hand closer. "If they won't give you a second chance, then give me a call. I'll hire you!"

Murayama didn't know what to say, but the prospect of getting to see you again made him feel hopeful. "Sure…"

"Good night. Get home safe." You started to turn but his words made you pause.

"Murayama Yoshiki," he told you loudly. "My name."

Your smile widened. "It's nice to meet you, Murayama-san. I'm Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeated your name, tasting it on his tongue. He liked how right it felt. "Don't pick up any strangers on the way home."

"I have a one stranger a day maximum, don't worry," you chuckled, offering him a tiny wave as you returned to your car. You had offered rides to many people during your lifetime, but none were quite as interesting as he was. You really hoped you would see him again.

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A week had passed since your fateful encounter with Murayama and you hadn't been able to get him out of your mind. Every time the bell would chime above the door, your head would snap up, hoping to see him only to be disappointed when it wasn't. You knew this feeling quite well - you had caught feelings for him much like you would a cold. You didn't want it, but it chose you for whatever reason and you had to deal with the aftermath. A sigh passed your lips as you tossed the dishtowel onto the counter, running a hand through your hair.

"Boss? Are you… okay?" Gloria inquired softly, almost as if she didn't want to ask.

You took a moment to compose yourself before offering her a kind smile. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Well… you're sighing a lot lately."

"Am I?" You frowned when she nodded. You hadn't even realized you had been doing it. "I'm sorry. I guess my mind is just elsewhere. I'm going to take a break." You headed for the kitchen just as the bell above the door chimed, but you held back your desire to see who had entered which was harder than it should have been. You headed straight for your office, falling onto your chair with a sigh, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. 'Why can't I stop thinking about him? I know nothing about him and yet… have I really fallen for him?'

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts and you sat up straight, clearing your throat before telling them to enter. You expected to see Gloria but your heart skipped a beat when the door opened, revealing Murayama Yoshiki. You tried to hold back your excitement, but a grin split your lips.

"Murayama-san, hello!"

"Hi." He stepped into the office, closing the door behind him before making himself comfortable in the chair across from your desk. "I'm here for that job."

"Of course!" You tugged up the bottom drawer a little harder than you meant to before searching through the papers there, separated by thin, cardboard dividers for organization. Producing an application, you set it on your desk with a pen. "Can you fill this out? It's just for my records."

He leaned forward to do just that and you took the time to admire him as he focused on the paper. His dark eyes framed by soft lashes, dark bags beneath them. There was a bit of grease from his bike smudged on his cheek and his hair was messy as if he had run his hand through it one too many times. A bandana sat firmly against his forehead, sitting low so that it added a shadow over his eyes, making him look more mysterious. You could see his veins through his skin as he gripped the pen, his handwriting sloppy and without much care.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His eyes met yours and you jumped in surprise.

You tried to play it cool, moving your gaze to the papers at the corner of your desk, pretending to organize them despite them already being in their proper order. "Like what?"

"I don't know… you had a goofy smile on your face." He tilted his head to the side as he observed you, lighting tapping the end of the pen on the page. "If you have something to say, just say it."

You thought about his words for a moment before bringing your gaze back to his. "I'm really glad you decided to work here."

Murayama was surprised by the sincerity in your voice and the warmth in your eyes. Honestly, he had been putting off the decision because he didn't want to face you. He was so sure that you had just been being nice to him, taking pity on him, and didn't actually want him to work for you or see him again. Even so, he couldn't stop thinking about you and it was driving him insane, so he finally caved and came to see you. But… to see that you were genuinely happy about him being there, made his heart rate pick up and warmth flood his cheeks. He quickly ducked his head, focusing on the form again.

You didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so you fought the urge to watch him again, turning to your laptop to do some actual work while you waited.

When he finally finished, he slid it across the desk. "Are you gonna train me now or something?"

"No training necessary," you smiled at the application. "Just do what you feel is best, but please be kind and respectful to the customers."

'Kind' and 'respectful' was not something Murayama did well, but he didn't want to drive away what few customers your diner got, so he told himself that he would do his best for you. "I start now?"

"You start now!" You stood up, tugging the apron from around your neck and handing it over to him. "I don't have any spares, so you can use mine until I can get one ordered for you."

Murayama took the item from your hands, slowly standing up and pulling it over his head before he tried to tie it around his back, but it didn't seem to be working for him and he struggled for a few minutes before looking at you expectantly.

You blinked, taking a moment to realize what he was silently asking you. "Oh. Here, let me help." You approached him slowly, giving him plenty of time to step away if he was uncomfortable, but he just stood there, watching you closely as you took the strings from his hands, wrapping them around his back before bringing them around the front and tying it into a bow. "Is that too tight?"

"No."

"Good." You looked up at him, catching his eyes. Both of you seemed frozen in time, staring deeply into each other's eyes as if the rest of the world no longer existed. And honestly, neither of you would have cared much if the world ended at that moment. All that mattered was the person standing in front of you.

Murayama leaned closer, his breath fanning against your face as his hand reached for the side of your neck. "I want to kiss you."

A grin tugged at your lips. "Good, because I was thinking the same thing." Your lips met his, warm and soft and stealing the breath from your lungs. You had always been a firm believer that perfection did not exist but at that moment? You were positive you had found the perfect moment, one that would be in your heart for the rest of your life.

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#murayama yoshiki #high&low #oya koukou #oya high #jdrama #reader insert #japanese #139 dreams

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simpinsstuff · 3 years

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I do admit this show is kinda cringey- but hey, I came here for the men ok 😌✋

for example like this guy

this guy

and I stayed for this guy (especially)

this guy

and this guy

actually there was a lot more but there is a photo limit in one post sigh

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allthesedamndramas · 2 years

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#high&low #high & low #murayama yoshiki #oya high #oya koukou #jdrama

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zevlor · 3 years

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#high&low #todoroki yosuke #goki maeda #h&l #filmedit #mine*#hes so pretty i love him #forgot how to color but hello im not ded #oya koukou

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examorhca · 4 years

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S.W.O.R.D leaders

I plan to make high&low merch (◡ ω ◡)

Do not repost/use my art!!!

#high&low #sannoh rengokai #white rascals #oya koukou #rude boys #daruma ikka #cobra #rocky #murayama ryoshiki #smokey #hyuuga

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star2fishmeg · 8 months

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Helloo 🤗 If it is okay, I want to request an angst to fluff with Nakagoshi x reader who is Yasushi’s sister/best friend :’)) It would be really interesting 🙃 Feel free to ignore it ofc, love you honey and looking forward to read all of your works 🌸💕

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Pairing: Nakagoshi Dai x afab!reader

Summary: Nakagoshi lived in self-pity as the regret of not confessing sooner killed him every day, so much so that even looking at her best friend, Yasushi, became unbearable. But by luck, worlds collide, and unsaid words finally brought closure, even if it was four or so years later

Warnings: reader is Yasushi’s best friend, angst to fluff,Nakagoshi & reader are around 17-18, swearing, Nakagoshi & Yasushi live near each other (not canon)

Authors note: first time writing Nakagoshi pls spare me, thankoo chu! n/n = nickname

Request: above!

Nakagoshi still listened to the CD from middle school. Songs he could never grow tired of because she specifically chose them for him. He could make a playlist on his Spotify, and he did for when he was out but while laying on his unmade bed in the comfort of his room where hip-hop posters covered the walls and clothes scattered on the floor, he liked his stereo blaring the songs that filled the void. It drowned out the regret of not saying goodbye before he left for Oya High all those years back.

The guilt trapped him every day, weighing him like shackles on his ankles. Even when sitting in a classroom at Oya, surrounded by chaos, fighting and Nakaoka shaking him when he wanted his attention, his head just wasn’t in the place and sulked in the back. Fujio had tried to shimmy it out of him, but even he couldn’t go that deep. Some days the regret just got the better of him.

Even more so whenever he saw Yasushi. He reminded him of her, in both a horrible self-loathing and beautiful memory. They hadn’t brought up much either, Yasushi didn’t want to add salt to a wound and Nakagoshi didn’t want to deepen it. But when they did talk, they kept it on the low. God forbid if Kiyoshi found out, he couldn’t keep his own secrets let alone someone else’s. So, there they were – Yasushi and Dai – sat on the bottom steps of their apartment block (grateful that they were still able to live close to each other after Hope Hill, the others not so lucky) under the sombre light with Coke cans loosely wrapped in their hands. The night blanketed and streetlamps flickered in the silence.

“Y/n asked about you today.” Yasushi took a sip of his can, keeping his gaze on the street opposite him. It was empty, but cats dug around in the bins which was interesting enough.

Dai nodded, “She good?”

“Yeah,” Yasushi paused, giving Nakagoshi a side eye, “She uh…wants to see you. She’s coming to stay for a bit while she’s on break.” Dai pursed his lips, continuing to give a nod of acknowledgement and taking a sip from his own drink. The boys sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Yasushi crushed his can against the concrete step.

“What bothers you so much, man? What happened that’s got you like this? Y/n asks about you all the time, and why you haven’t returned her texts. What did you do?” His voice raised slightly, launching the can across the street, and missing the bin.

“It’s not what I did do, it’s what I didn’t do. I really like her, dude, and instead of just saying so I watched her with some fucker and barely said goodbye when we left. I can’t answer her texts, what the fuck am I supposed to say? Why would she even wanna talk to me anyway…” Dai groaned, running his free hand through his hair and down his face. He couldn’t lie, his shoulders felt lighter finally saying it aloud. Yasushi pursed his lips, never in his life did he imagine Nakagoshi who threw a fist at any opportunity, spilling his heart on a Wednesday night under a barely working porchlight.

“I dunno…but I think she wants to talk something out. Either way, she gets here Friday afternoon, staying at mine,” Yasushi pushed himself up from the step and started to walk up, “So not far if you wanna kidnap her like the crazy bastard you are.” Nakagoshi rolled his eyes at the comment coming from the Yasushi’s mouth, getting up and following him up the stairs.

The Friday came…and passed and Dai hadn’t left his apartment since leaving school early the Friday. Was he avoiding y/n? Yeah. His dad was out for the weekend and so his personal CD blared through the place freely, donning basketball shorts and a simple tank with damp hair from his morning shower, which made him look like an entirely different guy when it wasn’t so backcombed and frizzy. He bobbed his head to the beat of No Diggity, while pacing around his kitchen/living room with his toothbrush hanging from his lips, cleaning up various items to prevent his dad from yelling at him like last time.

After finishing brushing his teeth, he threw himself onto the sofa and checked his phone.

n/n <3: you still listen to the CD?

Almost choking on his own saliva, he shot up straight and pressed pause on his dad’s hifi stack system next the TV. He was also surprised his dad still owned it, but it came in handy for his collection of old CDs and mixtapes. Stumbling to his front door, he opened it with haste, standing bug-eyed at her figure. She’d matured a lot, her face not childish like he remembered, and she still had the most bliss smile he’d ever felt in his chest. Despite her demeanour, her brain bounced off the walls at how much he’d grown: taller, broader, leaner, face sharper but he still had the same absent expression he always had when he wasn’t ready to brawl.

Nakagoshi stepped aside, letting her in before following her through to his living room where she sat on the sofa, on the left side like she always had done. Hesitantly, he sat next to her, a comfortable distance and turning his body to face hers.

“How have you been, D?” her voice calm, eyes softly connecting with his. His shoulders tensed, hands sweating.

He nodded slowly, “Good, I guess.” They paused, looking in opposite directions at anything around his living room. Dai looked at his lap, fiddling with the drawstrings of his shorts. “n/n- I’m really sorry for not replying, it wasn’t you I…ugh…I was a lot of things. Jealous, guilty, sad and I dunno’, I shouldn’t have disappeared without saying goodbye.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered fondly. Dai’s running thoughts came to a halt. “Let’s both just one at a time, blurt out our side and see where it goes.”

He agreed, and she began.

“When you left and didn’t come see me, I didn’t really know how to feel. I came to find you after school, but my parents told me your family had already moved out Hope Hill and Yasushi didn’t know where you were either. I texted, called but you didn’t answer. But because I knew you, I didn’t believe you’d just abandoned me. I ended up leaving…him…” she gulped, scrunching her face up as if she could bear speak his name, “He turned out to be a dick and tried convincing me that you left because he, and I quote, ‘beat you to it’. We never did anything intimate, by the way. He also told me that you and Yasushi jumped him because he beat you at basketball. He said a lot of…things. I didn’t stop trying to contact you because I really did want to see you and I wasn’t mad. I just wanted to know why you didn’t say goodbye.”

“I didn’t say goodbye because I didn’t want it to be the last time I saw you. I always hoped I’d see you again even if you were married or some shit. I had such a big crush on you and the day you gave me the CD with all the songs I reminded you of, I realised I was so down bad. Yes, I still listen to the CD, I listen to it every day. I dunno, it wasn’t the same without you waking me up every morning.” He paused, running his hands down his face, and taking a deep breath.

His voice dropped, becoming raspy as he removed his hands, eyes flickering between hers and his fingers fiddling with the drawstrings again, “I often think that if I had turned out differently, you would’ve chosen me over him. Watching him make you laugh and come home with us made me so mad, and that time Yasushi and I jumped him? It wasn’t over basketball, he called you the number one fuckable girl. Pissed me off because I’d never dream of thinking that, you’re so much more. And it was shit. The worst part is that I still love you.”

“Why is that the worst part?” her face doleful.

“Because you don’t love me back. And I get it, so no need to pretend or some shit.” His heart raced and wiped his clammy hands on his shorts.

“I still thought about you when I was with him. All the time. So much that I ended it and hoped you’d still have me. I came back to find you because I want to be with you as much as possible. I want to patch your wounds, Dai, I’ve been in love with you ever since you gave me that mixtape. So…will you still have me? As your girlfriend?” The fond smile and glossy eyes made his chest explode and he couldn’t say no, not that he would, his moment had come and days of brooding in his bedroom had come to an end, and he could finally breathe.

“C’mere, pretty girl.” He gave a boyish grin, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into his chest into a comfortable (and long-awaited) embrace.

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#nakagoshi dai x reader #nakagoshi dai #high&low nakagoshi #high&low #high&low x reader #high&low the worst #high and low #highandlow #high & low #oya high #oya koukou #high&low the worst x reader #high&low the worst x cross #high&low the worst cross x reader

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subtract-me-from-your-heart · 5 months

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Bro the way Hyuga cackles when he's fighting. It's so similar to Murayama. And now all I can picture is their fight in the 2nd film with them both giggling like idiots.

#high & low #high and low #oya koukou #daruma ikka #murayama yoshiki #hyuga norihisa #hyugayama #wild child #daruma-san ga koronda

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rainisawriter · 6 months

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To the Hot Springs! – Tsuji (PSF #18)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Prompt: “Did you plan for this to happen?” (@flufftober) / Fall Bucket List: Drive-in movie with all the blankets (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 3,170

Pairing: Reader x Tsuji

World: High&Low

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You wiped off the counter with a hum, listening to the music that was playing softly from the jukebox in the corner. When the bell above the door chimed, you looked up to greet the customer only for a bright smile to come to your lips.

Tsuji smiled at you as he approached the counter, settling down on the stool. “Afternoon, love.”

Shibaman sat beside him, sending you a nod of acknowledgment before picking up a menu.

“Good afternoon,” you replied, reaching across the counter to press a kiss to his lips. He followed you when you started to pull back, making you chuckle. “The usual?”

“Please.”

“Need a minute, Shiba?”

He glanced up from the menu and nodded. “Yes, please.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“Coke.”

“Got it.” You grabbed a slice of apple pie for your boyfriend and two cokes for both of them.

“Thank you, love,” smiled Tsuji, taking the fork you offered. He had been on the fence about trying out an American diner and the food it offered, but that was thrown out the window when you got a job there. He wanted to support you and, to his surprise, the food was quite good.

Your eyes scanned his face and knuckles before returning to the task of wiping down the counter. “I’m surprised you managed to make it here without getting into a fight.”

“You have no faith in us,” he pouted. “We don’t go looking for fights, they just find us.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you smirked. “Everyone wants a piece of you, hm?”

His lips twitched up but he chose not to reply out of respect for his best friend sitting next to him, something the tall boy was grateful for.

Shibaman pushed the menu toward you, tapping on one of the pictures. “Is the chicken bake good?”

“Very,” you nodded. “The chicken is breaded with parmesan and garlic herbs. It’s one of my favorite dishes.”

“I’ll try that, then.”

“Okay! Do you want anything else, baby?”

Tsuji hummed as he chewed his pie, glancing at the menu. “I’ll take the same thing since it’s your favorite.”

You chuckled at his reasoning, scribbling the order onto your pad before ripping out the paper. “Josh, got a new order for ya!”

Josh appeared in front of the window to the kitchen, grinning as he took the slip of paper. “Coming right up!”

Josh was the owner’s son who had been tasked with running the place when his dad was out of town. Technically, he could have hired someone to work the grill but he adored making the food for his customers. People seemed to enjoy it, as well, so there were no issues.

His dad moved to Japan five years ago so his wife could be closer to her family. He always dreamed of opening up his own diner and he was sure bringing a diner specializing in American food would be a great idea. It certainly wasn’t as successful as he had been hoping, but he got just enough business to get by, though it probably helped that his wife and second son also had jobs.

Tsuji finished his pie, crossing his arms on the counter and watching as you worked. “Are you free this weekend?”

You paused, going over your schedule in your head. “I work Friday and Sunday but Saturday is free. Why?”

The two boys exchanged a look which you missed since you were brewing fresh coffee.

“Shibaman and I wanted to go to the hot springs. Can you get the weekend off and take us?”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, sure. It sounds fu – ow!” You hissed in pain when hot coffee poured onto your hand because you hadn’t been paying attention.

Tsuji didn’t hesitate to jump over the counter, gently taking your wrist and pulling you over to the sink to run cold water over it. “You need to be more careful, love,” he scolded you softly, brow furrowed in worry.

Seeing him like this filled you with warmth. “Now you know how I feel every time you come back injured.”

He knew you had him there so he pouted, pushing your shoulder lightly with his own. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little.” You tugged your hand from the water to inspect it. The skin was darkening but it didn’t look too bad. “I heal quickly, don’t worry.”

“Order up!”

You pushed your boyfriend toward the break in the counter. “You’re not supposed to be back here, shoo.”

“Don’t you shoo me,” he pouted, reluctantly returning to his seat.

You set their food in front of them, sending Tsuji a look when you noticed his boot print on the counter. He gave you an innocent look before shrugging, acting as if he had no idea how it got there. You just shook your head, grabbing a rag so you could clean it off.

The bell above the door chimed and you looked up with a smile but it quickly fell when you realized who had just entered.

“Howdy, darlin’,” Kaminari tipped his cowboy hat at you before settling down at the counter, eyeing the two boys sitting a couple of seats down. For some reason, he believed himself to be a modern-day cowboy, descended from some famous gunslinger who had come to Japan to start a new life.

He was also in love with you, constantly flirting and attempting to shower you with gifts that you politely refused each time. He knew you had a boyfriend but he didn’t care.

“The usual?” You forced a smile, trying to keep your annoyance hidden by a cheery tone. He didn’t seem to notice, though Tsuji certainly did.

“That’s right, darlin’,” he grinned, eyes sparkling. “Ya know me too well.”

‘Kind of hard not to when you come in here every day and order the exact same thing,’ you thought, scribbling the order onto the notepad before handing it over to Josh. You poured the fresh coffee into a cup, careful not to burn yourself again, before handing it over to him. He liked it black, ‘like the souls of his enemies,’ he would always say.

Whatever the hell that meant.

When you set the cup down, he noticed how red your skin was and he grabbed your wrist with a frown. “What happened, darlin’?”

Your eyes fell to Tsuji, worried that he might start a fight. He was glaring at Kaminari’s hand, gripping the fork so tightly that you worried it might bend. As badly as he wanted to beat this guy into oblivion for having the nerve to touch you, he knew this job was important to you and he didn’t want to be the reason you got fired.

“Let go,” you ordered firmly, attempting to pull free from his grip.

His frown deepened and he reluctantly released his grip before leaning forward, his voice lowered. “Was it them delinquents that did it, darlin’? I can take care of em for ya.”

Tsuji scoffed, turning his attention back to his food.

Before Kaminari could speak, you replied, “I wasn’t paying attention and burnt myself. No big deal.”

“Ya gotta be more careful, darlin’. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be marred with scars or burns.”

You rolled your eyes at him, the comment annoying you more than it should have. Probably just because it was him who said it.

Shibaman raised his empty glass. “Can I get a refill?”

You smiled at him, thankful for the distraction. “Of course!”

Kaminari scoffed. “Ya could say please, boy.”

Shibaman quirked a brow at him but said nothing, finishing off the last of his chicken. You set the refilled drink down, grabbing Kaminari’s plate when Josh set it down on the kitchen window.

“Thank ya, darlin’.” He tipped his hat. “Ya know, you should consider hirin’ a security guard for this place.” His eyes flickered to the duo. “To keep the ramble out and keep ya safe.”

“I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself, thanks.” You held back a scowl, heading over to the register when an elderly couple approached. It sat diagonally from where Tsuji was sitting.

“Ya say that, but Sword district ain’t a place for people like you.”

You handed the woman her change, feeling your eye twitch despite the smile on your face. You had no intention of engaging with him or his stupid comments.

“I mean, look at ya. You’re so pretty, darlin’. You don’t look like a fighter.” Kaminari shook his head, stuffing his mouth with fries. That didn’t stop him from speaking, though. “Ya look weak and people will take advantage of that. I’m currently available, ya know. You should tell Josh to hire me so I can keep ya safe.”

‘Not a chance in hell,’ you thought, sending him a blank look. “Sorry, we’re not hiring.”

“Shouldn’t ya ask Josh that?” He quirked a brow, glancing toward the kitchen window. “No offense darlin’, but you shouldn’t be making those decisions.”

You offered him a mocking smile. “It came from Josh himself.”

He didn’t seem to believe you, glancing at the kitchen again but Josh was nowhere to be seen.

Tsuji shifted when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. It was a new message from Todoroki, informing him that a group of guys were looking for them and headed his way. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stood up, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

You didn’t even have to ask, choosing instead to offer him a smile. “Be careful.”

“Always,” he smiled back, resting his hand against the side of your neck to pull you closer. You knew what he was doing and didn’t hesitate to meet him halfway, his lips claiming yours.

You tilted your head to the side, running your tongue along his bottom lip as your fingers played with the front of his jacket. Shibaman looked away, nose wrinkled in disgust. Kaminari was staring at you in shock, his fork falling from his fingers and clattering to the counter.

Tsuji nipped at your lip, giving it a tug as he pulled away. “Call me if you need me, love.”

“I will. See ya, Shiba.”

The taller male offered you a smile as he headed for the door, Tsuji right behind him. You couldn’t fight the grin that took over your lips as you placed the cash into the register. Kaminari could only stare at you as you grabbed their plates, taking them into the kitchen so they could be watched.

Josh was squatting down by the door, hiding beneath the window. When he saw you, he whispered, “Is he gone yet?”

“No,” you scowled, carefully setting the dishes in the sink. “Can’t we add a ‘no fake cowboys’ rule?”

“He thinks he’s a real cowboy so the sign wouldn’t apply to him.”

“‘No cowboys allowed,’ then.”

“That’s exclusionary. Dad would never go for that.”

“It’s just one person, I think the business will survive.”

Josh just sighed, leaning back against the wall. “Come get me when he leaves.”

“Sure, boss.” You sighed as well, forcing yourself to go back out into the dining room. To your relief, Kaminari was gone, a wad of cash sitting behind his half-eaten food. With a shrug, you dropped the cash into the register before taking his plate into the back, letting Josh know that it was safe.

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You pulled up in front of Tsuji’s apartment building, tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat of the song playing softly through the car. You sent him a quick text letting him know you had arrived. He said he would be right out so you preoccupied yourself by scrolling through social media, smiling at cute cat pics and memes.

Tsuji tugged open the passenger door, leaning down to look at you. “Pop the trunk.”

You quirked a brow at him, glancing at the large duffel bag around his shoulder and the suitcase in his hand. “Babe, we’re only going to be there two days. Isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“Nope,” he grinned, standing up and heading toward the back of the car. You shook your head, opening it for him so he could put the bags in. He settled himself into the seat beside you, pecking your cheek. “Let’s go.”

“What about Shibaman? Where is he?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“No?”

“He ate something bad last night so he didn’t want to come.” He said it nonchalantly, focusing his attention on the radio rather than you in case you realized something was up.

“Poor Shibaman, I hope he feels better soon,” you frowned, putting the car into drive and pulling away from the curb. You felt bad for him, but part of you was happy about the development. It had been a long while since you were able to properly spend time alone with your boyfriend.

Tsuji connected his phone to the radio, bringing up the Spotify Playlist he had made for the trip, mixing songs that both of you liked. The first song was one of your favorites, bringing a smile to your lips.

You couldn’t sing well, but that didn’t stop you from belting out the lyrics as if your life depended on it. Tsuji laughed at your enthusiasm before singing along with you.

It took the entire day to reach the hot springs, night beginning to fall as you pulled into the parking lot. You parked the car and frowned, glancing around at the empty lot.

“Are you sure they’re open?”

He sent you an innocent look, opening his door. “They should be. I’ll check.”

You hummed, eyes following him as he approached the doors, giving them a tug. They were locked, the lights inside turned off. He jogged back to the car with a frown.

“They’re closed.”

“Didn’t you check to make sure they would be open?”

“…no?”

You sighed, crossing your arms atop the steering wheel. “What do we do now?”

Tsuji pretended to check his phone. “There’s a motel a few miles down the road.”

“We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” You put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot, following Tsuji’s directions without a second thought.

“Pull in here,” he pointed toward a dirt path on the right side of the road.

“Are you sure?” you glanced at him with a frown before looking at the road. Tall trees lined either side of it, nearly bare as their orange leaves covered the ground. “This looks sus as hell, Tsu.”

“You don’t trust me?” he pouted at you, amusement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I trust you, I just don’t trust Google maps.” Still, you did as he told you, turning down the path. It stretched on for about five minutes before opening up into a large clearing, trees surrounding it like a barrier.

Rather than a motel as you had been expecting, it was a drive-in movie theater. A large screen sat at the back of the clearing, a ticket booth sitting at the end of the path and connected to the room where the projector was set up. No one was there so you assumed it was also closed.

“I think you got your directions wrong, babe.”

“I didn’t,” he smiled at you. “Go park the car in front of the screen.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you did as he asked. “Tsuji, what -“

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, hopping out of the car and jogging over to the projector room, disappearing inside. An image appeared on the screen and your eyes widened with joy as the Nightmare Before Christmas started to play.

Tsuji appeared at your door, reaching in through the window to press the trunk button before disappearing behind the vehicle. You got out and followed him, watching as he pulled out about a dozen blankets from his bags.

You put your hands on your hip, sending him an accusing look. “Did you plan for this to happen, Tsuji?”

He sent you an innocent look, but the wide grin on his face gave him away. “I don’t know what you mean, love.”

“You knew the sauna would be closed and Shibaman isn’t actually sick, is he?”

“Fine, you caught me.” He closed the distance, hands finding your hips. “I just wanted to surprise you for our anniversary.”

“Our…” you paled, shoulders tensing.

“Oi, don’t tell me you forgot,” he pouted. It wasn’t annoyance or sadness dancing in his eyes, though, it was amusement. You never even remembered your own birthday so he had honestly expected this.

“Baby, I am so sorry! I’ve been working so much lately that I completely forgot! Oh my god, I’m terrible, I’m so so -“

He cut you off with his lips, cupping your face. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against your own, voice soft. “It’s okay, love, I forgive you. I know how hard you’ve been working, that’s why I wanted to prepare this for you.”

“Thank you so much, Tsuji. God, I love you so much!” You threw your arms around his neck and he chuckled, squeezing you tightly.

“If you love me, help me carry the blankets.”

As if to reinforce his choice, the cold autumn wind picked up, bringing goosebumps to your exposed flesh. Both of you grabbed a pile before he led you to the hood of the car. You watched as he set up a makeshift bed atop the hood with his pile before disappearing back into the car to fiddle with the radio.

The movie started to play through your speakers and he turned it up so you could hear it outside of the car, opening the windows to assist with this. You carefully climbed up onto the hood, nose wrinkling when you felt the metal shift beneath you.

Tsuji joined you, leaning back against the windshield before pulling you against him. Most of the blankets you had been holding were used to support his back, acting as a pillow, while the thickest blanket was used to cover both of you.

You hummed, arms wrapped around his slim waist as you inhaled his scent. He had started using a pumpkin spice-scented cologne because he knew you loved the smell. “How did you manage all this? It couldn’t have been cheap.”

He hummed, running his hand up and down your back. “Shibaman’s aunt is dating the owner. It took a lot of bribing but they finally agreed to let me have the place for the night.”

You chuckled, sending him a grin. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” he grinned back.

“I really do,” you agreed, leaning up to claim his lips before shifting so you could see the screen. “Did you bring any snacks?”

“…”

“Oh my god, Tsu, you forgot the snacks, didn’t you?”

Tsuji scowled at the screen, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Damn it, I knew I was forgetting something.”

You just laughed, patting his stomach comfortingly.

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the-chaotic · 2 months

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「— Who fell first and who fell harder 」

「カオス ― Totally based on my opinion and imaginary scenarios in my head. Although Todoroki, Tsuji and Shibaman are here, no characters from The Worst Era appear which because I haven't seen it yet, I may bring a part two with them in the future. 」

「 pairing ― S.W.O.R.D ft Mugen and Amamiya Kyoudai. 」

— Sannoh Rengokai ,

Cobra — You fell first but he fell harder.

Yamato — He fell first but you fell harder.

Noburo — You fell first and hardest.

Dan — He fell first and hardest.

Tettsu — He fell first and hardest.

Chiharu — He fell first and hardest.

— White Rascals ,

Rocky — He fell first but you fell hardest.

Kizzy and Kaito — You fell first but they fell harder.

Koo — You fell first but he fell hardest.

( for Aizawa, Bito, Enari, and Shimura I have no idea, although I think they would fall first and hard, I'm not sure.)

— Oya Koukou ,

Murayama — You fell first but he fell hardest.

Furuya — You fell first and hardest.

Seki — He fell first but you fell hardest.

Todoroki — You fell first but he fell hardest.

Tsuji — He fell first and hardest.

Shibaman — He fell first and hardest.

— Rude boys ,

Smocky — You fell first and hardest (he fell hardest too).

Takeshi — You fell first but he fell hardest.

P — He fell first but you fell hardest.

Shion — He fell first and hardest.

Yu — He fell first and hardest.

— Daruma ikka ,

Hyuga — He fell first and hardest (Whether it's love or obsession, no one knows).

Ukyo — You fell first and hardest.

Sakyo — You fell first but he fell hardest.

Kato — You fell first but he fell hardest.

— Mugen ,

Kohaku — You fell first but he fell hardest.

Tatsuya — You fell first and hardest.

Tsukumo — He fell first and hardest (It takes him a while to admit it).

— Amamiya Kyoudai ,

Takeru — You fell first but he fell hardest.

Masaki — He fell first and hardest.

Hiroto — You fell first but he fell hardest.

#. . 乱 . 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 : 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 .#high&low headcanons #high and low #high&low #h&l #high&low x reader #high and low fic #High and low fanfic #sannoh hoodlum squad #sannoh rengokai #oya kou #rude boys #white rascals #daruma ikka #mugen #Amamiya Kyoudai #high&low the story of sword #high&low end of sky #high&low final mission

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yume-yume-jk · 3 years

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HIGH&LOW: THE STORY OF S.W.O.R.D by Masami Hosokawa

Cobra

Rocky

Murayama Yoshiki

Smoky

Hyuga Norihisa

I just wanted to share what the S.W.O.R.D leaders look like in the manga. I will leave the link of the page where I found the images.

#high&low #story of sword #cobra #sannoh rengokai #hoodlum squad #rocky #white rascals #murayama yoshiki #oya koukou #oya high #smoky #rude boys #hyuga norihisa #daruma ikka #high and low #my stuff

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therainroguefanfiction · 3 years

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Frightful October ’21 🎃 #12 ~ Spilled the Salt (Nakagoshi)

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Romance

Word Count: 2,258

Pairing: Reader x Nakagoshi

World: High&Low

Table of Contents

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You stretched your arms above your head, hearing your back crack. Though there wasn’t much schooling that went on at Oya high school, you still had to spend the better part of the day there, surrounded by a bunch of meatheads trying to fight anything that breathes. It was annoying honestly and you were happy to be free.

A hand slid into your own and you smiled, looking over at your boyfriend as he chatted excitedly with Nakaoka about the fight he had won during lunch, putting an overly zealous first year in his place. The three of you were heading to the diner to grab some food after school just as you did nearly every day. It had become somewhat of a ritual by this point.

You suppressed a shiver as the wind picked up, rushing forward to enter Mia’s diner. The bell above the door chimes and a blast of warm air hit you, along with the smell of food which made your stomach growl in appreciation. You led the boys to the back of the room where your usual booth sat in the corner. They didn’t really care where they sat, but you enjoyed the seclusion the corner booth offered while still allowing you to obverse the other guests around you. You were the kind of person that preferred to observe rather than be on the front lines of things.

Nakagoshi sat by the window while you sat beside him and Nakaoka sat across from you, his back to the door. You took notice of the young waitress fixing her hair and checking her lip-gloss before she approached your table, a pen, and pad in her hand. She kept glancing at Nakaoka with a shy smile on her lips.

“Good afternoon. Do you want the usual or are you feeling something different today?”

Nakagoshi put his arms around your shoulder, looking at you. “What are you getting, baby?”

You hummed, quietly scanning the menu. “I think I’ll go with my usual, please.”

“Okay! One cheeseburger, no onions, with onion rings and a Dr. Pepper.” She didn’t even have to write it down, having memorized it considering how many times you had ordered it.

“I’ll have the same,” Nakagoshi started with a smile. “But with -“

“A coke instead of Dr. Pepper because it tastes like medicine.” She smiled, earning a laugh from your boyfriend and a scowl from you.

“You just can’t appreciate the incredible taste that is Dr. Pepper. You’re not refined enough.”

“Don’t get mad,” he pouted, poking your cheek as he fought back a smile. “I will buy you all the Dr. Pepper you want, just as long as you don’t make me drink it.”

“You better.” You nudged him softly, a smile sliding onto your lips.

“And you, Nakaoka-san?” she questioned softly, brushing a piece of stray hair behind her ear. She noticed how his eyes darted back and forth across the menu. “Do you need a minute?”

He looked up at her through the lenses of his purple-tinted glasses. “Is the steak burger any good? I’ve wanted to try it for a while.”

You scoffed in amusement. “He contemplates ordering it every single time we come here but he always chickens out.”

“I don’t chicken out,” he scowled at you. “I just don’t wanna waste food, okay?”

“Sure, sure.”

She smiled. “Well, I’ve never tried it myself but it’s one of our most popular items, so we must be doing something right.”

“What do you recommend?” he questioned, looking up into her eyes, causing her cheeks to burn and her eyes to flicker down to the menu.

“Oh, um… t-the chicken burger is quite good.”

“Cool. I’ll try that, then.”

As she collected the menus, their hands touched and the two of them froze, staring at each other as if the rest of the world had melted away and no longer existed. You nudged your boyfriend to get his attention before jerking your head toward the pair. He folded his arms on the table, grinning at you.

“Did I look that dumb when we first met?”

“Yes.”

“Ouch,” his nose wrinkled as he feigned hurt. “No hesitation. You’re so brutal.”

You chuckled, leaning over to rest your chin on his upper arm. “But you also looked pretty cute, in your own goofy way. If you hadn’t stared at me for so long every time you saw me, I doubt I would have paid you much mind.”

“You were the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen,” he replied softly, looking deeply into your eyes so you could see the sincerity of his words. “You still are.”

The corner of your lips twitched up. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

“I’m not beautiful, I’m handsome.”

“You’re both.”

“How is that even possible?”

“You defy all possibility.”

The two of you were slowly leaning closer, lips just barely ghosting against each other.

“Gross. Get a room, you two, before I lose my appetite.”

Nakagoshi pulled back with a scowl. Nakaoka was looking at the two of you with a disgusted expression as he held his drink and the waitress was on the opposite side of the room, tending to a family of five. The drinks you all had ordered were now on the table, sitting atop small paper coasters.

“Hey, we didn’t interrupt your little staring match with the waitress, did we?” Nakagoshi complained.

You nodded, reaching for your drink. “That’s right, and it was super gross. It looked like you were trying to devour each other with your eyes.”

His cheeks flushed and he shifted. “W-What are you two talking about? That didn’t even happen.”

“You should ask her out,” you commented as you watched her chatting with a buff teenage boy that looked as if he lived for sports. “She’s really pretty and nice, so you know she gets a lot of attention, but she seems to like you for some reason.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I bet she has loads of offers.”

Nakaoka bit his lip, turning in the booth so he could look at her. “Do you really think I have a chance with her, Y/N?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Nakagoshi retorted, balling up the straw wrapper so he could toss it at his friend. “I didn’t have a chance with Y/N when we met, but I made a chance and it worked out.”

“You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take,” you quoted, holding up your finger and earning a raised brow from your boyfriend.

“Isn’t that about baseball?”

“Yeah, so? It still applies, you know.”

Nakaoka took a deep breath, looking between the two of you. “Okay… okay, you’re right. I’m gonna do it.”

“Go get 'em!” You grinned as he got up, nervously crossing the room toward her. You rested your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

He just laughed at you, putting one arm around you while he reached for his drink with the other. His attention was focused on his best friend and he wasn’t paying attention so he missed the drink entirely, his hand knocking off the salt shaker, causing salt to spill out across the table.

“Ooo, that’s bad luck, you know,” you stated, giving him a pointed look.

“How is that bad luck?”

“Just is. You better toss some of that over your shoulder to counteract the bad.”

He rolled his eyes, sweeping the salt onto a napkin. “That’s ridiculous.”

“For your sake, I hope you’re right, baby.” You hummed, looking away when he scowled at you.

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You frowned at the clock on your phone before looking around for any sign of your boyfriend. Since you both lived in opposite directions, you always met up in front of the convenience store before walking together to Oya high, but school would be starting soon and he was nowhere in sight. He hadn’t texted you, either. You’d think being late at such a mess of a school wouldn’t matter but, to Murayama, the school’s leader, it was a big deal. He didn’t like it when the full-time students missed class, even though there was never much learning going on anyway.

The autumn wind kicked up and you stepped back against the building, pulling your jacket tighter around your body as you dialed his number for the tenth time, listening to the ringing that seemed to go on for ages. Just as you started to pull the phone from your ear, you heard your boyfriend’s groggy voice come over the line with a simple, “What?“

“Naka… did you just wake up?” you questioned in disbelief.

“You just woke me up,” he yawned loudly. “What’s goin’ on?“

You glanced at the time again. “School started five minutes ago.”

“Eh?” There was rustling on the other end of the line before he cursed loudly. “Shit, I’ll be right there!“

The line went dead, making you sigh as you continued to wait in the cold.

Ten minutes passed before he finally appeared, breathing heavily as he came to a stop in front of you. His clothes had been hastily thrown on, belt unbuckled, jacket half on, and his hairband clutched in his hand. His hair stuck up in all directions, bangs falling into his eyes without the hairband holding them up, and there were dark bags beneath his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he huffed. “It took me ages to get to sleep and my alarm didn’t go off.”

You frowned at his appearance, sweeping your hand beneath his bangs. At first, you thought it was just the shadow from his hair, but it wasn’t – a large bruise covered his left eye, deep purple and yellowing at the edges. “Babe, what happened?”

He looked away in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah… when I got home last night, my mom made me clean up some soil that a stray cat spilled when it knocked over her plant. The cat was on the shelf, hiding behind another plant and I didn’t see it until the broom hit the shelf, making it hiss. It startled me so I… screamed, which scared the cat. The damn thing jumped off the shelf and used my face as a damn springboard.

You tried not to laugh but your lips twitched up. “I’m sorry. Are you telling me that a cat gave you a black eye?”

He scowled at you, cheeks tinted with pink. “You tell no one of this.”

“I dunno, I think the rest of the second years would love this story.”

“Shaddup. It could have happened to anyone, you know.”

“Or maybe just to someone that spilled the salt,” you teased, earning a pointed look from your boyfriend.

“Not that shit again. It was a freak thing, Y/N, not bad luck.”

“Like you being unable to sleep and your alarm conveniently not going off?”

“You’re impossible” Shaking his head, he slipped his other arm through his jacket and fixed the band in his hair as he started in the direction of school. You chuckled, following after him.

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Nakagoshi scowled at the broom in his hand. The only time Oya was ever cleaned was when the students pissed off Murayama, but not quite to the degree where they deserved their skull punched in. Personally, he didn’t get it. The main thing Oya students learned was how to fight and defend themselves, getting stronger to climb the ranks. There was the occasional teacher foolish enough to attempt teaching the students useful information, but that was few and far between. What did it matter if he was late to class? Murayama himself hadn’t arrived until well afternoon. Yet here he was, forced to clean one of many trashed classrooms.

He glanced over at you on the other end of the room, your tongue sticking out from the corner of your mouth as you attempted to scrub some expletive off of the wall. It wasn’t working since it had been painted on, but that didn’t dissuade you. You were at war with the accursed scribblings and you intended to win. His scowl turned into a frown and he rested his hands on top of the broom, his chin atop his hands.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You didn’t look away from your work. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

That made you pause, turning to look at him with a frown. “What for?”

“You waited for me this morning. Now you’re being punished.”

You chuckled, setting the rag down before approaching him, arms around his neck. “As long as you’re here with me, I would gladly spend an eternity here.”

“Sounds cheesy.” But his lips twitched up all the same, his eyes shining with love and warmth. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Nakagoshi leaned in to kiss you, releasing his grip on the broom. It clattered to the ground behind him before bouncing up, landing a firm hit on the back of his knee. He cried out, more in surprise than pain, before turning to glare at the broom, but his foot slipped out from beneath him, sending him falling onto his back on the floor. He blinked up at the ceiling.

“How in the hell -“

You leaned over him, not concealing your smirk. “How’s that bad luck treating you, babe?”

He groaned, covering his face with his hand. He was starting to believe that you might just be onto something. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud, especially not to you. He’d never hear the end of it.

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