#tokrev drabbles

[rizsu]

sick with you haitani ran & rindou.

sum. new side quest unlocked: babysitting your sick boyfriend bc he got too cocky in a brawl. bonten tl ( in my head )

ran lays his head on your shoulders, whimpering at the feeling. his body's hot, he feels like he's going to explode. unable to keep it in any longer, he drags out your name in raspy whisper.

ran is sick. sick and bedridden due to spraining a muscle. as dangerous as he is now, he's never gotten rid of the peculiar habit of trying to appear fancy. as the causes and effects take its course, one lead to another and ran's back to being nursed by you.

is ran annoying? by default.

does it get worse depending on his mood? absolutely.

combine a regular ran with a sick ran and you get the personality of a five-year-old: fussy, hungry, lazy, sleepy and wants undivided attention. when ran is sick it leads to him being clingy. he wants your touch — whether it's by holding hands or trapping you under his limbs.

"okay, can i pleaseee move? pretty please? cherry on top?" begging for your freedom, you wiggle around but not enough to trigger his headache.

digging his head deeper into the junction of your neck-to-shoulder, he mutters a "no," squeezing your waist tighter.

the position, for him, is heavenly comfort. laid atop you, under the soft duvets. his body's stationed between your legs with one of it resting on his back. his hair's tousled, strands of lavender and black scattered across his face and your chest. if you were to be honest, he looks pretty. domestic times like this drag you away from the violent ways of your boyfriend outside the house. well, you would admit it if it wasn't for his body sinking you down the mattress. seriously, you can't breathe. as much as you adore him you're not dying like this.

"ran, sweetie, please get off me."

"don't want to."

"alright." you accepted defeat.

nothing could've prepared you for the absolute battle that came with a sick and irritated rindou. ever since the sun snuck behind the clouds he's been coughing for his life like a sick victorian child. he does not need your pestering ringing his ears. he loves you a lot but you need to put that seaweed soup down.

upon seeing your menacing figure at the door, rindou immediately hides his face under a pillow. he knows what you are — what you're here for. you won't win against him nor will you get past his barriers especially if it's the soup in your hands.

"rin, i brought some painkillers, water and an energy drink."

mission failed tremendously. barriers have been broken beyond repair. the intruder has won.

peeking at you, his hand reaches out for yours. "gimme the energy drink, please."

"sit up first," you urged him, sitting at the edge of the bed. "and you're going to have some water first."

groaning, rindou sits up and slouches. he shifts his body's weight on one side to lean onto you. he slides one hand under your shirt, mindlessly caressing your stomach. it doesn't take long before another wave of pain hits him like a tsunami. immediately, he cowers.

"hurts a lot," rindou groans.

"i know, baby," you spoke softly, squeezing his thigh in a controlled rhythm. "you have to take the painkiller for help."

rindou succumbs to the pain. being rendered unable to disagree, he can only nod once as a reply.

[suashii]

— 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁 ౨ৎ

haitani rindou x reader. 2.1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ mentions of alcohol ﾉ explicit language ﾉ suggestive ending

something’s off.

rindou has been awake for no more than thirty seconds but he can tell—something’s off. there’s no dip in the mattress beside him. your warmth is absent from his hold. he can’t smell your shampoo, can’t feel the plush of your skin beneath his fingers. your spot is empty and cold. you’re gone.

he shoots up into a sitting position, fingernails digging into the threads of the sheets, strands of lavender hair sticking to the beads of sweat on his forehead. the sudden jolt sends a piercing throb through his skull.

“ah, fucking hell,” he swears, a hand coming up to hold his head. he squeezes his eyes shut and snarls at the uncomfortable sensation. every pound that strikes his cranium is heavy and loud as if they are beats of a drum. why is his head throbbing?

“are you okay?”

soles of slippers drag against the carpet, the soft sound accompanying that of your voice. it’s loud enough for rindou to hear but quiet enough so as to not aggravate his ailment. his pulsating headache persists but hearing your voice gives him a different sense of relief.

“where’d you go?” he ignores your question, choosing to ask one of his own. rindou drags his eyes up from his lap to meet yours.

“the store,” you wave the plastic bag out in front of you as you make your way to join him on the bed. stepping out of your slippers, you take a seat on the mattress at rindou’s feet, tucking your own beneath your thighs so you are sitting cross-legged. “had to pick up a few things.”

“i told you that i don’t like you leaving without telling me.”

his statement comes off as possessive and overbearing, but you know that it’s far from it—in fact, you consider it to be the opposite. though it may not seem like it to outsiders, rindou’s insistence on knowing where you are at all times stems from a place of love; it’s his way of protecting you. your known association with rindou makes you a target for enemies of bonten—and they have plenty. he worries for your safety and in an attempt to not bombard you with security details, rindou’s one ask is that you keep him informed on where you travel without him.

“would you rather i have woken you up?” you ask, picking out the items from the bag and setting them beside you. you hadn’t planned on going to the store but it was clear that you needed to pick up a few things, all of which were for rindou. pain relievers, a green smoothie, and honey graham crackers because you know he prefers them over the saltine ones.

“yes, actually.” he runs a hand over his forehead to brush all of the hair pasted there away.

you smile at his bluntness. in the time you’ve been with rindou, you’ve grown familiar with his direct way of speaking; you’d even go as far as to say that you enjoy it. you never have to wonder what’s on his mind when he speaks so freely.

your nimble fingers work at opening the cardboard box housing the crackers. you grab a sleeve, tear the plastic, and carefully pull out one of the brown rectangles. you hold it out to rindou as a form of apology. “i’m sorry. i just thought you could use all the sleep you could get after last night.”

“about that,” he says, accepting the snack from your hand. he takes a bite from the corner. crumbs fall from his mouth down to the sheet covering his legs but he can’t be bothered to clean up the mess. “what exactly did i get into?”

rindou is having a hard time recollecting the events of the previous night. if you asked him how he spent the rest of his day after work, he wouldn’t be able to tell you much. one thing he is sure of, though, is that he and most of the executives of bonten went out to celebrate a successful arms deal. everything after that is fuzzy.

“mm,” you hum, stealing one of the crackers to take for yourself. you mimic his actions, biting a small piece off from the corner and chewing thoughtfully. “i’m not too sure. ran called me saying that you were drunk off your ass and kept asking for me. so i went and picked you up from the bar.”

he swallows thickly, your words sparking recognition within him. most of it is still unclear, but rindou can piece together a vague picture.

“c'mon, rindou, don’t be a pussy.” sanzu sang from across the man while holding out another shot.

he ignored the glass, opting to flick his pink-haired associate off instead.

“what’s the matter? you lost your touch or something?” koko spoke up from beside him, throwing back a shot of his own. a grin pulled at his lips as he narrowly eyed rindou.

rindou scoffed, practically snatching the drink from sanzu and taking it down in one motion. he turned to koko with a smirk of his own. “fuck you.”

the seemingly never-ending drinks continued to pile on for the remainder of the night. rindou prides himself on having a heavy tolerance, and he does for the most part, but as memories of him calling out for you flooded his brain, it was clear that he had overdone it. not once before last night could he recall a time when he’d gotten so drunk that he was virtually begging to see you.

your lips curl upward at his silence. it’s not often that you find yourself in a position where you hold something over his head. after the events of last night and his uncharacteristic behavior, it would be a waste not to poke some fun at him.

“y'know,” you start, reaching for the pack of hangover relief pills. “i could barely drive home because you kept trying to climb over the console.”

a smirk lingers on your lips as you tear open the small package and shake the medicine out into your hand. you hum and point to rindou’s closed fist resting on his thigh. he catches on quickly, turning his hand over to receive your offer. the tablets drop from your fingers into his open palm.

“i didn’t do that.” rindou denies, tossing the pills into his mouth and promptly swallowing. his throat is parched and he wants to blame it on the fact that he had just taken pills without water but in reality, it’s because the information resurfacing is difficult for him to believe.

“okay, maybe that was an exaggeration,” you laugh. his adamant rejection of your claim only makes you want to tease him even more. “but you’re totally a clingy drunk.”

lilac eyebrows furrow as rindou thinks back to the ride home from the bar.

“rin, cut it out or i’ll crash the car.” you quickly slapped his wandering hand away before returning yours to the steering wheel.

a loud, whiney groan filled the otherwise silence of the car. “why don’t you want to hold my hand?” you glanced over to see rindou’s head rolling back and hitting the headrest of his seat. his eyes were squeezed shut but it was clear that he was frowning at your refusal of affection.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a giggle. was this the same stoic man you had come to know? it looked like a shot too much was all it took to turn him into a nearly unrecognizable and touchy variant of your boyfriend. “i do, but we have to do it when we get home. i have to drive now.”

rindou turned to you with narrowed eyes but there was an uncontrollable grin of excitement tugging at his lips. “promise?” he asked.

you nodded. “i swear.”

as if it weren’t bad enough that you reminded him of that awkward conversation, rindou is beginning to piece together the moments afterward, specifically, when you pulled into the parking garage. if he looked down at his hand, he’s sure he’d be able to feel the ironclad grip he had on you as soon as you two got out of the car. the thought sends a shiver down his spine.

“i am not clingy.” he shakes his head, partly to disagree with your words but also to rid himself of the embarrassing memories.

“hmm, maybe not.” you play along although you have a clear recollection of last night. you figure that his denial must stem from a place of pride because if he had been in your shoes, if the roles were reversed, you're positive that he’d be pestering you about how handsy you had been.

“you’re pretty dependent, though,” you continue. there’s one more interaction you’re itching to bring up. “i’d even go as far as saying needy.”

rindou falls back to lie on his pillow. he has a feeling your statement only means more humiliation for him. despite that, he can’t ignore the tiny bit of curiosity that’s nagging at him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

a knowing smile creeps its way onto your lips as you crawl to sit beside him. amethyst eyes meet yours, the brows above them raising in question. “you don’t remember me having to brush your teeth?”

“open,” you instructed rindou, poking his cheek with your index finger. he sat on the lid of the toilet, head lolling from side to side.

your simple direction went in one ear and out the other as rindou ignored your request. instead, he puckered his lips and leaned forward.

“we can do that later,” you assured him, gently pushing him back into his former position. “say ah.” you opened your mouth hoping that he would follow your example.

thankfully, he mimed your actions this time around. tipping his chin up, you began to brush his teeth. the process went smoother than the prep and the man stayed still as you cleaned each of his teeth.

“c'mon, time to spit.”

you helped him up from his seat and led him to the sink. too busy turning on the faucet, you didn’t notice rindou quickly approaching. his lips pressed to the side of your face in an open-mouthed kiss.

“rindou!” you pulled away, snatching the nearest towel to wipe the foam he left behind on your cheek and the corner of your mouth. he’s going to be the death of me, you thought as you tossed the towel into the hamper. you spun on your heel to face your drunk mess of a boyfriend. “i said later.”

“it was later.” his words came out jumbled due to the toothpaste lingering in his mouth. the froth was starting to drip down to his chin.

you sighed. “just rinse, please.”

rindou covers his face with his palms. his cheeks are burning hot; they must be visibly red. he would have been better off remaining clueless about the previous night’s activities.

“i’m never drinking again,” he said through a groan.

“aw, i thought it was cute.” you pull his hands away and flash him a smile. his rapidly beating heart calms at the sight. “but you should probably set a limit for next time. you’re kind of a handful.”

he huffs out a laugh. based on everything he pieced together and your first-hand account, “handful” is an understatement. he didn’t think it was possible for him to act in such a way but it seems that even the inconceivable was achievable.

you pat rindou’s shoulder. “you go shower while i make breakfast. unless you think you’ll need my help in there, too.” you jokingly wiggle your eyebrows.

he smirks. “are you offering?”

“god, you’re shameless.” your hand comes down to playfully smack his bare chest. you jerk your head in the direction of the bathroom. “go.”

you make a move to get off the bed and start toward the kitchen, but rindou catches your hand before you can leave. you look at your joined hands and then to him. a glint of mischief passes through his wisteria eyes. “are you really going to make your clingy, needy, handful of a boyfriend shower all alone?”

the flustered rindou who might as well have been wishing the earth would swallow him whole only minutes ago is nowhere in sight. as cute as that unexpectedly soft and affectionate version of your boyfriend was, you’d be lying if you said you preferred it over the side you’d grown accustomed to.

“fine.” you click your tongue. a beat of silence passes before you accusingly point your finger at him. “but i’m not doing all the work like last night.”

rindou drops your hand, opting to hold your cheek instead. “of course you aren’t. i’m going to make it up to you.”

thanks for giving this a read! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated :3

[mitsuyeaah]

after party.

— shuji hanma x f! reader

cw: rock star!hanma, nsfw (mdni), smut, car sex, creampie, multiple orgasms (two), overstimulation, pet names (doll, baby), typical hanma behaviour

a/n: no explanation needed. just indulge in mitsu’s hanma thoughts.

“ah, of course, i couldn’t have done this without m’one and only. care to come up here, doll?” shuji panted into the mic. he had just finished his last song for the night and was doing a short closing speech. it’s only been a few months since he revealed that he was in a relationship with you, but you two had been together for two years now.

your jaw almost dropped to the floor as he said that, heart racing as the crowd screamed in excitement. you didn’t know if it was from excitement or anger if you were being honest, there were just too many people there. well, what could you say? your boyfriend was that big of a star. the charisma he had on stage was impeccable, easily capturing the hearts of many many fans that would kill to be in your position.

making your way past the security and up the stairs, shuji escorted you across the stage while holding your hand. the lights that beamed onto the stage were absolutely blinding, and you had to squint a bit to get used to it. it made everything else disappear, like it was just you and shuji there on the stage and no one else, despite the roaring of the crowd.

there was nothing behind him but the glare of the white light. his singular gold drop earring swaying and sparkling with every movement. the guitar strapped across his back now lay on the floor of the stage. confused, you were about to ask him what he was doing.

as soon as the two of you were in the middle of the spotlight, shuji did not hesitate to pull you into a kiss. a passionate one at that—one that should be reserved from the prying eyes of the fans and media. his hand was buried into your hair as he eagerly moved his lips against your own, head angled to the side so he could press his face further into you.

adrenaline coursed through your veins, the screaming of the fans muffled into nothingness as you focused on your boyfriend in front of you. his other hand rested on your hip, sensuously rubbing circles over your clothes as he darted his tongue out to lap at your own.

you knew why shuji was doing this. when his fans received the news that he was no longer in the market, many of them were angered and sent unnecessary hate towards you. it was immature to say the least. who were they to dictate one’s relationship? shuji did this to let everyone know that the love between the two of you wasn’t just a spark, it was burning. and it wasn’t going to die down any time soon.

you moaned into the kiss and tightly gripped at the collar of his onxy leather jacket. at this point, you didn’t care if there were hundreds and thousand pairs of eyes that witnessed this. you just wanted shuji. the two of you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths, resting your forehead against his while you stared into his amber eyes.

“now, everyone knows you’re mine and i’m yours, doll. just focus on me and no one else.” shuji whispered loud enough for you to hear.

but just like everything, the tender moment you two shared immediately came to an end when you felt something soft hit your backside.

your eyes widened as you turned around and saw a pair of red lacy bra sitting just right next to your feet. shuji laughed hysterically behind you and reached for the undergarment, “mmm, red. my favourite colour, right doll?” he spoke into the mic; he hooked one of the straps around his finger to dangle it in front of your face, a smug grin plastered on his own.

you knew shuji was playing around with you, teasing you but you didn’t find it funny. you really didn’t mind fans occasionally throwing their bras on the stage when your boyfriend performed—yes, at first it bothered you but you grew accustomed to it. it wasn’t like shuji kept them anyway.

but it was a different conversation if fans threw it on you instead. it was more of a threat. especially after the amount of backlash you and shuji had gotten after revealing your relationship to the media. some fans were disappointed but a fair share were also very supportive which warmed your heart.

shuji saw the familiar look on your face. you were displeased. he cleared his throat into the mic and quickly bid the crowd good night before ushering the two of you backstage. you walked a few steps ahead of your boyfriend; you weren’t fuming, just annoyed that he did that. he easily caught up to you with how long his legs were and draped a sweaty arm around your shoulders, his leather jacket long gone as soon as the two of you entered his dressing room.

god, how was he able to arouse you and annoy you in a span of just a few minutes?

“you look annoyed.” he mused. you groaned and pushed his heavy arm from your shoulders, “you’re sweaty. and no shit, i didn’t ask to get a bra thrown at me.” shuji chuckled as you sat on the couch of his dressing room, crossing your legs and arms as you slightly glared at him. “why did you even dangle it in front of my face..” another chuckle slipped past shuji’s lips as you let out a huff.

“doll, stop acting like you’ve never felt my sweaty body against yours, and i was just teasin’ ya.” he kneeled in front of you. his index finger and thumb gripping your chin to turn your head to his. you held his citrine gaze for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at him and shaking his fingers from your face.

shuji clicked his tongue and stood up but before he could say anything, the door suddenly opened, it was shuji’s manager. “we’re having an after party to celebrate the success of your concert. you will be there, right? your friends are attending too.”

shuji let out a hum, he stared at your stoic expression for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, i’ll pass up on that. my doll and i are going to have a party ourselves.” your brows shot up, shuji was never the one to turn down an invitation, especially an after party. a wild one. his manager groaned, “but it’s for you! and we can’t have a party without the star..”

“oh c’mon, i’m sure y’all can live through it. make something up, i don’t know. i’m going to spend this night with my baby.”

you tried your best to keep your stoic expression up by rolling your eyes at him again and pretending like you didn’t care but in all honesty, you were squealing on the inside. you didn’t expect shuji to bail on the party and spend the rest of his night with you only.

the two of you were inside his van, patiently waiting for his chauffeur to take the two of you back home to his high rise apartment.

“are you still upset about that whole ordeal earlier?” shuji turned to face you from his seat, his eye scanning your side profile as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. your notifications were blowing up thanks to your friends sending you articles and pictures of that little stunt shuji pulled earlier. he definitely knew how to make a headline.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you feel like that..” he extended an arm over to you and placed his slender hand on your thighs when you didn’t reply, squeezing at your exposed supple flesh.

you bit back a small moan as you felt his hand curve inward to rub along your inner thigh, gradually inching higher and higher until his hand disappeared under your skirt and dangerously near the apex of your legs. you let out a small sigh as shuji rubbed the side of his pink against your clothed panties, “shuji..”

“hmm? what’s wrong, doll?”

you cursed underneath your breath as he put more pressure, this time directly on your clit which caused your cheeks to warm. your hips instinctively bucked up at his hand, you wanted more. “fuck, i want you.” you let go of the stoic mask that you’ve been trying to hold on to and finally held shuji’s gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

his free hand patted his thigh, one brow raised at you. of course you knew what that meant.

you eagerly climbed onto his lap with your back pressed against his clothed chest. shuji rested his chin on your shoulder while his hands rubbed up and down your waist. “is my girl sulky? guess i have to show her that i belong to her and her only, huh?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. goosebumps formed as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot.

“my god, just fuck me already..” you let out an impatient huff as you rested your head on his shoulder to give shuji more access. he gave you a low chuckle that sent vibrations down your neck before his hands swiftly slipped under your skirt and practically tore your panties apart, earning a loud gasp from you.

shuji tapped on your thigh and you lifted yourself up a bit so he could pull his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out from its restraints. “hmm? so wet f’me already..” his citrine eyes rolled to the back of his head as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your wet folds—lips parted and head thrown back against the headrest.

one hand firmly held your hip to guide you down his cock. you could feel his grip tighten as you sank down, shuji let out a loud shameless groan as your tight walls hugged him just right. fuck, you were so perfect for him. your body slumped against his as he bottomed out with his balls touching your folds.

it wasn’t your first time having sex with shuji but fuck, he was so long that you always needed a few seconds before proceeding, and due your position, his tip was already deliciously kissing that sweet spot inside you. you practically had to reach back and stop him from moving around because you swore you could almost cum right then and there.

“fuuuck, you’re so deep.” “good thing you like it deep, don’t you, doll?”

before you could snicker at his response, shuji held your hips in place and started thrusting his hips up without warning. “a-ah, fuck! shuji—ngh! baby, slow down!” with how powerful his thrust were, you were one hundred percent sure that the van was visibly shaking, and people in the parking lot wouldn’t have to guess much with what activity was happening inside.

the sound of squelching and skin slapping bounced around the walls of the van. the cool air inside the vehicle immediately turning hot, heavy and damp, causing the windows to quickly fog up.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you cupped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, squeezing them to increase the pleasure you felt.

“tsk, you dirty girl.. my cock isn’t enough for you, huh?” shuji’s voice trembled with pleasure. he removed both his hands from your hips and circled them at the back of your knees so that both legs were hooked on his arm. your legs were in the air now, his arms pressing them further into your chest to expose your wet cunt.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the position as shuji’s cock reached a whole new level of deepness. you were trapped in his hold and there was nothing you could do but sit there and take the entirety of his cock and his relentless thrusts. “ah! ah! ngh—ah! s-shuji!” your moans increased in volume and pitch, causing your boyfriend to click his tongue at your loudness.

he adjusted his torso to snake his right hand further upwards, shoving his middle and ring finger into your mouth to silence you. it was such a sight to see. shuji’s slender fingers that donned gold rings shoved into your mouth; his cock deliciously pounding in and out while your legs hung in the air, held by his arms.

you moaned around his fingers, occasionally licking and sucking on it like it was his cock. shuji breathlessly cursed under his breath as he felt your tongue swirling around his slender digits. “fuck, doll. taking me so fucking well—ah! shit! you gonna cum f’me?” he moaned, his voice now an octave lower.

you let out broken hums of agreement that were in-synched with every thrust of his hips. you didn’t trust your brain and mouth to work together to form a coherent sentence at this point because the only thing in your mind was how good shuji was fucking you. your thighs were burning from being held up for this long and you couldn’t feel your feet anymore but you didn’t care.

“yeah? go on, then. cum for me, doll..”

you arched your back at the pleasure that engulfed your whole body, the string of moans that threatened to escape your throat were muffled by shuji shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. tears spilled from your eyes as you came around his cock, your cunt deliciously gripping him like a vice for a few seconds, causing his hips to stutter.

shuji rode out your orgasm by quickly rubbing your clit with the hand that was previously shoved into your mouth. fuck, no wonder why he was so good at playing his electric guitar. his lips left hues of dark red and purple on the side of your neck as he drove you to overstimulation.

“fuck fuck fuck! shuji! i can’t! ngh—ah!” “n-not yet, doll.. just a bit more—fuck! i’m cumming!”

shuji gave you a few more strokes before shoving the entirety of his cock inside you to unload his cum, all while rubbing tight circles on your clit. he moaned against your neck, a string of profanities tumbling from his lips as he reached his orgasm.

“ah—shit! yeah.. that’s it, so so good f’me..”

you bit your lip at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up and seeping out of your wet cunt. your eyes clamped shut as you could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you since shuji was still rubbing on your clit.

you let out short high pitched moans, legs trembling with pleasure as you came around his cock once again. the pleasure was more intense this time round and you swore to the universe above that you saw stars in your vision.

shuji kissed at the dark hues on your neck, whispering endless praises against your skin as you came down from your second orgasm. he gently placed your legs back down and stroked your thighs, as if he knew how badly they burned from the position.

“what an after party that was.” he let out a breathless chuckle. all you could muster up was a light hum with how spent you were but shuji didn’t mind, he knew how much he tires you out during sex and if he was being honest, he wore it like a fucking medal.

© mitsuyeaah

[catfuyus]

"You're not any worse than me," he looks at you with a sympathetic shrug. There's a bit of pain behind his dark eyes, but no more than the usual amount.

You mutter under your breath, "I don't know." Your knuckles are sore from how much you've been wringing them today. Pulling your fingers tightly and squeezing the pops out of them. "You're more likable than me."

He snorts, the sound makes you jump for a second and you lock eyes with his. "I like you way more than you like me."

You glare at him, picking up the crumpled gum wrapper and tossing it at him. "Wrong again."

He flicks the little ball back at you, the wrapper bouncing off your cheek. "You're too hard on yourself, kid. No one talks shit about you the way you do yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," he sighs as he leans back across the edge of the side walk, leaning far enough back that his hair sprawls out on the grass. He looks comfortable like that, with his arms behind his head and his usual grey hoodie on. Like a street cat napping in a parking lot. "You're better than you think are. Kinder, smarter. You've got a great sense of humor too. Sure, you can be misguided and bit stubborn at times," his eyes meet yours with a smirk, "but I wouldn't change you for the whole world."

You frown down at him as you find yourself laying on the sidewalk beside him, weight on one hip as you bring your face closer to his. "Would you throw away your happy ending just to save my life?"

He looks at your very seriously then, keeping your eyes trapped with his. "Always. No matter how many tries it took."

"That's very selfish of you, Mikey." You say with a smirk, a hand reaching out to straighten the strings of his hoodie. "After all that effort your friends put in to save you."

"I don't care," he says with that carefree smile and airy tone, looking up at the large sky as the clouds pass overhead. "I know I'd go back to save you, and they're just gonna have to live with it."

You let out a little chuckle at his brazenness. Mikey would be like that. Headstrong and reckless.

"See?" He smiles as he locks eyes with you again. "I told you I was worse."

And the smile that spreads across your face is warm and soothing. It's a genuine feeling. Of being cared for. Of being cherished. Of knowing that, vices and all, Manjiro Sano cared for you above all else.

[mchlgayser]

MY MAN! ft rindou haitani ( ✮ )

synopsis: he just loves it when you take full control of the situation.

warning: languages

nana's note: HEYYY!!! How're you guys doing? It's been months and I missed you all so much! I've been busy with studies and exams these couple of months I could not find any time to write :(( As a special, sorry gift, I'm writing this for you guys. tell me if there's anything I should explicitly mention if I happen to forget any and happy reading mwahh!

The room packs of men and women, sweats drenching and drunk with heavy alcoholic drinks. The spacious room is dimmed-light but illuminated with red, purple, and blue hues.

You make your way inside the hall strutting to the bar and take a seat as you order yourself a drink. You were enjoying yourself, sipping the hard drink as you look around for familiar faces.

You could make out familiar faces of a certain lizard-looking guy and the pink-haired. Sanzu smirks smugly at you as he skips to you enthusiastically.

"'Fuck is goin' on with you?" Your face confronts in disgust at the stinging smells of alcohol on him "You smell so bad asshole, get away from me." He laughs at your insult, openly taking a seat beside "Where ya' man at?" You roll your eyes at him "You guys are the one with him the whole day, why are you asking me?"

Kokonoi abruptly interrupts "He's with Ran. Mikey ordered them to handle a meeting somewhere. Be back in a while." You absentmindedly hum at the information.

After some time, the two left somewhere, one going to handle the club's money and the other to mess around with the rest of the lingering prostitutes. A woman seemingly in her mid twenty walks toward you, chest and head standing contemptuously. Her dead curly blonde wig sways from behind as she takes a seat beside you. She ordered herself a drink and shamelessly told the bartender to put it under your bill.

"Know your place, the fuck you think you are doin'?" Her fake lashes battle on you "Whoops, sorry. Anyway, your name is Y/n, right? You are RinRin's girlfriend, yes?" Your left eye subtly twitches in annoyance at the used nickname.

"What is it to you?" She giggles, tucking a strand of her to the back of her ear "Nothing just... I didn't expect you. I mean for a guy like him to settle down for a woman like you? It doesn't make sense at all. Unlike me, a woman of a high fashion sense and ladylike. I could see why he came crawling to me every night. Oh whoops, slipped out." Your face raging with fire and a comical mark appears on the side of your temple.

"What a low-life bitch. Self-proclaiming my boyfriend to be crawling to you? Do you realize how pathetic you sounded? Rindou would never settle down for a woman that sells their body for money like you. You can drag your plastic ass outta my face, hoe." You give her one last glance before you stand up and left the scene.

You were walking to a vacant place when all of a sudden, you were pulled to a nearby secluded place near the restroom. You almost twist the doer's hand but stopped at the familiar tattoo design.

Rindou stood before you, hair chiseled, collared tee undone almost all the way you could see his bare chest and stench in dried blood. But that's not what concerns you, his smug smirk does. "The fuck happened to you? You got into a fight during the meeting or sum'?" He shakes his head, eyes still staring down at you "Me and Ran got ambushed by some low-level organization. Nothing we couldn't handle but what's more is how you shut that woman just a few minutes ago."

You scoff, hand folded in a sassing manner "I still hadn't asked you whether what she said is true or not, right? I can't just blandly dismiss her. Don't you feel the need, to be honest and tell me whether what she said is true or not, RinRin?" He groans at you, eyes moving from the woman from earlier than you "You are seriously considering believing her, come on-" His sentence gets cut off when you punch him in the gut making him grunt in pain.

"Ouch, fine, fine." He smirks again, leaning closer to you "Of course not, do you think I would consider her? Be honest, I'd do better-"

You glare at him, eyes as if challenging him to further speak. Rindou mentally drench in sweats as he coughs "Fine, sorry." Unlike his words, the smirk didn't flatter but instead grew intense.

"I just love it when you are like this." He chuckles when he notices you roll your eyes out of annoyance. "We better leave... Where's Ran?" He look around, shrugging.

"Making babies, maybe?" You snort, giving your boyfriend a short hug and a small laugh before you drag him out of the club. Rindou, however, turns back once in a while to look at a woman and before you two could disappear from her sight, Rindou gives her his majestic middle finger.

[nkogneatho]

shinichiro who cant get enough of your sweet cunt, always needing to have a taste of it whenever he wakes up. he just cant go a day without the taste of you on his tongue, hes addicted to the noises you make as he eats you out <3

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, cum eating, name-calling (cute).

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You have no idea how much he misses your pussy when he's at work. He'd be fixing the bolts in the motorcycle, but his brain would imagine how good you look when he fingers you. When he gets thirsty, water doesn't satisfy him. He thinks about how good your pussy tastes. How your juices are the only thing that can satisfy his dry tongue. But he has to gulp the tasteless liquid for now.

But as soon as he comes home, you're sitting on the sofa watching TV, and the first thing he does is kick his shoes aside, walk towards you in a hurry. He casts your bottoms aside. You're there in shock, not knowing what's happening and why was your sweet greeting cut off by his actions.

"Shin, What—Oh fuck," your questions are over before they were even asked, interrupted by how he licks your folds open. He caresses your thighs, pinches your sensitive nipples to get you wet.

Dominant hands pull your thighs so your leaking cunt is now right in his face. When he's got you wet enough, he latches his mouth on your pussy, sucking all your wetness off it. You feel so good. This has never happened. He's never so out of control. Shin wasn't his usual passionate self that evening. He was possessive. He wanted to own you. Your body. Your pussy. He wasn't sure if anyone else would make you feel as good as him. Not sure if anyone wouldn't let all that precious juice go to waste.

You couldn't surpress your moans anymore. You started chanting his name. All that the room filled with was his grunts and slurping noises, and your "Shin! Fuck. Shin. Oh my g—Ah. Shin. Shin. Shin!"

Your hips tightened, legs flexing as you came, crying in the ecstasy, feeding your boyfriend more of you. You tried to get off the sofa but your eyes traveled to Shinichiro discarding his t-shirt.

"You didn't think it was over, now did you babygirl?"

Of course it wasn't over. Fool of you to think that just one orgasm would satisy his thirst.

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[rizsu]

let me in ( please ) manjiro, ran.

sum. when they fuck up & now are locked out of the house

mikey and emotions do not mix well. they're like oil and water. mikey is a victim to various emotions he has no knowledge on how to handle. you can think of him as a baby who has no idea how to express different emotions so they start crying. and just like that, he said his piece of rather colorful words and left before it got worse.

it takes nothing but a simple stroll around the area and some icecream bars to cool mikey's head. during his little freedom, he did some intense self-reflection and replayed the argument to analyze. three minutes of sitting on the park's bench and he came to the conclusion that he was in fact wrong. he one hundred percent overreacted.

all for his own defense, he thinks that it can be justified. crossing his arms over his chest, mikey nods in agreement to the imaginary audience. they too agree that it can be justified! even if it was but a stupid moment of him letting his negativity roam in his mind and became insecure.

mikey walks towards the door, crunching every leaf in the way to calm his nerves. he's spent at least twenty minutes practicing his apology speech. he cannot afford to butcher it. gripping on the door's knob, he tries to unlock it but to no avail, it did not work. this cannot be real, he amuses himself. mikey gives it another try. maybe it was just a jam in the knob? no. he gave it two more restless twists but god's grace was not on his side today.

“where is my phone?!” he's confused. he swore he shoved his phone into his pocket but it's not there!? patting his torso and sweatpants to feel for phone's frame, panic's tide rises in his body. he's half a second away from running into the middle of the road.

and on your side, you're watching this go down through the door's peephole. right now you may or may not be holding the very phone he's looking for in your hand. trust, you would grant him access to your shared home but this is too hilarious to give up.

the click of the door's lock on your side succeeds in getting mikey's attention. he watches like a hawk marking its prey's home, waiting to see if what he wants is behind the other side. biting at his lower lip's skin, mikey patiently awaits for you to come into display.

you swing the door open and lean on its frame. swaying his phone in front of him, you tease, “looking for this?”

mikey, relieved, tries to grab what's rightfully his but fails. there's no way you're going to give him this so soon.

“not so fast, manjiro. aren't you forgetting something?”

mikey takes three cartoonish blinks. he genuinely does not know what he forgot. tilting his head to the side, he looks around trying to remember what he could've possibly forgotten. oh right, the apology!

“'m really sorry. forgive me i know i acted like an idiot.” he speaks. mikey hopes you can tell he's being sincere. he's not one for apologies at all—which is easily known by his body language. he's rocking back and forth on his feet while playing with his fingers—almost replica to a child getting scolded for eating all the chocolates.

you try your hardest to not cackle. being able to witness the ‘invincible’ mikey awkwardly apologize feels like a gift from your ancestors. it may as well replace the definition of neuron activity.

“you're lucky i love you. come in.” tilting your head, you gesture for him to enter paradise. you didn't miss the way he clasped his fist whispering a “yes!” to himself. you really do love this loser.

pop-up quiz: if you lock ran out the house, would he:

a) go buy gifts to appease you.

b) demand that you open the door.

c) fight the tears and travel to rindou's to clear his mind.

d) none of the above.

correct answer? d) none of the above. see, if you dare to think you can get rid of ran you are just loud and wrong. you can't rip ran off of your skin even if you got the creator of earth to do it. he's like a flee.

he's a little on the lazy side which results in him barely caring for anything which also results in his nonchalant attitude in arguments. what happens when he just says to calm down? getting locked out until further notice. do not let this fool you, ran will, by any means necessary, make sure that you're not mad at him—even if he must guilt you in the process. ran can live alone but he's grown too attached to let you slip through his fingers.

like the fool he is, ran came up with the master idea of staying in the courtyard as he sets up his scheme. he has a plan, he just needs a platform. feeling mischievous, ran waited until four in the evening to begin his performance. dailing your number, he waits for you to pick up. the moment you do, he reads the script written on his palm.

“hey...still mad at me?” “yes. goodbye.” “WAIT—i'm sorry, unlock the door please?”

a moment of silence alongside a heavy sigh from you tells ran that chapter one: act one was successful. reeling out the hose, he quickly attaches it to the pipe before turning it on. taking large steps to the front door, he hides the hose behind the door as you open it.

“missed you. i'm shivering, would let me in?” coating his words with honey, he plasters a pleading look on his face. surely this would work..right..? yeah, no. you feel your anger bubbling again. for what and why would he bother you with this nonsense.

“what the fuck are you talking about? the sun is very much there.” you point towards the sun, completely finished with this idiocy.

“no, baby...it's not...” raising the hand that's holding the hose, ran turns the sprinkler effect on as he frowns. him suffering out in the real (fake) rain must hurt you. you know how he easily gets sick.

well, that's what he thinks. you think this is absolutely stupid. the scenario of ran, standing under the hose as it soaks him while the sun has yet to set truly makes for a good spongebob episode.

“ran, put it off. now.” demanding that he finishes his act, you publically judge him. although this is so stupid that it's hilarious, you don't want him to flood out the entire front yard. he's done enough to be let in the house.

“but do you forgive me, my love?” “RAN.”

ran chuckles to himself. chapter two: act two has been successful. dragging the hose back to its original position, he cleans up before entering your home but ran still feels mischievous. so what does he do? purposefully give you a tight back hug so that you can be soaked too but masks it with the excuse of “i really missed you.”

when ran isn't practically decomposing in bed, he's the most childish man ever.

[suashii]

୨♡୧ HOOKED — hanma shuji x reader. fluff. college au. delinquent!hanma.

note: this is my first attempt at writing hanma so please bear with me while i figure out his characterization :p ♡

a plastic bag filled with dog food and a variety of pet toys swings at your side as you walk down one of the less busy streets of shibuya, an umbrella held up in your opposite hand to shield you from the downfall of rain. you turn down another street lit by bright, colorful lights that will lead you to the alley you’ve found yourself visiting regularly for the past couple of weeks. it’s coming up now but before you allow yourself to round the corner, you hear rustling coming from the narrow passageway.

keeping your distance, you peek around the building to silently investigate the noise. you hope it’s just the puppy you’ve been stopping by each night after work to see but there’s a much larger, human figure looming over the box the stray was left in. the fingers grasping your umbrella twitch as you hold back the urge to confront the stranger. and you’re glad that you hesitate for two reasons.

one being that it seems that the person means the puppy no harm. from what you can make out, they’re setting up a makeshift dog house using some of the discarded cardboard to keep the helpless animal from getting wet—not an action worth interrupting.

though, the second reason is what really keeps you frozen to your spot. even in the dimly lit alley, you recognize the light blonde streak of hair hanging in front of the man’s face, strands stuck together and dripping drops of water into the puddles beneath him. it’s hanma shuji.

you’ve heard enough rumors to know he isn’t good news. despite the underlying tones of affection in his act, you don’t trust that his kindness will extend to you. you’re contemplating walking around the block and returning when he’s taken his leave but before you have the chance to, a golden gaze is burning a hole in you.

your heart jumps in your chest under the intensity of his stare. hanma’s lips curl up into a grin, one that could be considered friendly if you were ignorant of his dangerous lifestyle. you aren’t though, and the smile gives you the impression that he’s found something—someone—he has interest in playing with.

“here for this little lady, i assume?” he asks, grin still pulling at his lips as he jerks his head in the direction of the box. your eyes flit over there momentarily to catch sight of the puppy curled up in a ball with her eyes closed before they dart back to hanma. he’s still crouched down near the ground and doesn’t look as though he plans on moving. you gawk at him for a little while longer before realizing you hadn’t answered his question.

“yeah, sorry.” the apology falls past your lips as you take a cautious step into the alley. “i didn’t realize anyone else came here.”

hanma hums. “i don’t. i was just feeling unusually benevolent today.”

his statement isn’t very comforting but you nod in understanding anyway, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. you wish you knew why he was hanging around, why his gaze continues to bore into you. you feel like a specimen under a microscope being examined by his honey eyes.

his eyes narrow but a grin lingers on his lips. “i know you.”

it’s not a question, it’s a statement. his words make your skin prickle; you didn’t think he would recognize you, much less care to point it out. the worst part is that you aren’t sure whether his familiarity is a good or a bad thing. you shift your weight between your heels and clear your throat. “really?”

“i never forget a pretty face,” hanma tells you, lithe fingers toying with the curly tufts of fur on the puppy’s head. both his declaration and his gentle gesture unknowingly lower your guard. you breathe out a clumsy, awkward laugh at his vocalization, the hand at your side fiddling with the hem of your sweater. out of all the things he could have said, you never would have guessed it would be that.

“um, well, thanks,” you stiffly acknowledge his compliment and try your best to ignore the gradually growing heat in your cheeks. your reaction startles you—you shouldn’t be so easily flustered over a little silly flattery, and especially when hanma shuji is the one showering you with it. besides, you didn’t come here to be on the receiving end of some flirting. “i’d love to talk more but i should probably get the puppy inside.”

“of course.” he nods, finally standing up from his crouched position and taking a step back. a few minutes ago, you would have been nervous to approach him—be in such close proximity with such an intimidating guy—but as far as you’re concerned, hanma’s actions thus far have proven to be harmless. so, you close the gap between you, taking his previous spot near the ground so that you can pick up the puppy. you carefully scoop the dog up in your arm, holding her close to your chest as you come to stand. 

hanma hasn’t moved and his eyes have yet to leave your figure. the best option now would be to tell him goodbye and hope that any future encounters of yours are confined to the campus but, it seems as though being in hanma’s bubble has exposed you to his impulsive influence. it’s a bad idea, you’re sure of it, but before you can even think about what you’re doing, the invitation is already in the air. “do you want to come dry off? my place isn’t far from here.”

hanma’s eyebrows raise, if only slightly, at your unexpected suggestion. you had been so wary of him just a moment ago and while hanma was trying to break down your defensive walls, he wasn’t sure it would take such little effort. it would be a waste for him not to take you up on your offer.

he smiles, beads of water dripping off the ends of his hair. “lead the way.”

you never imagined walking to your apartment with hanma in tow would end up being part of your night. despite being the one to have made the friendly proposal, you have no idea what to say. so a heavy silence blankets the two of you, hanma taking hold of your umbrella so you can comfortably cradle the shivering puppy in your arms. you keep your eyes forward most of the way but you’d be lying if said you didn’t feel hanma’s gaze locking on to you every now and then. strangely enough, it doesn’t make you as anxious as it had earlier.

by the time you make it to your apartment, any reluctance you once had to be around hanma has faded. you let him in easily and kick your shoes off as though you’re welcoming an old friend into your home. you turn to him. “wait here, i’ll bring you a towel.”

after quickly settling the puppy in your room, you rush to your linen closet and grab the first towel within your reach. when you return to the entryway, hanma is in the very spot you left him, hands stuffed in his pockets and a bored expression on his face. though, when he catches sight of you, his grin is restored. and instead of your heart jumping in fear, it flutters in your chest at the sight.

you muster up a smile of your own as you step forward to hand him the towel. his grin widens upon taking it and he mutters a quiet “cute” under his breath while he unfolds the fabric to dry off his hair. you initially think he’s talking about your smile until you see the towel on his head—brightly colored and printed with flowers. 

you would be embarrassed if the scene playing out before you wasn’t so endearing. something about seeing someone regarded as so harsh and cold covered in something that embodied the opposite puts a genuine smile on your face. it’s much too soon to say, but maybe there’s another side to hanma—a softer one that he isn’t so keen on sharing with everyone. 

as you watch him towel off, you decide that you want to stick around long enough to see if you’re one of the few people that hanma will let in. 

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[blueparadis]

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CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, voyeurism, sensory deprivation, edging, praise, established relationship. 0.5k word count.

notes — part of sizzling sextember. also tagging @lalunanymph

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Kakucho was laying down on the bed with his chest against the mattress being half-clad in boxers. He was barely awake when you almost jumped over him after taking a shower. Last night was long and awake. He has not left any part of your body unmarked. 

Within just a month, your married life was not full of horrors as you thought it would be. You wanted to feel him again, his cock burried inside you as he fucked you witless, the same coiling orgasm that made you scream from the bottom your lungs. 

Kakucho shifted a little before leaving the bed. He was already leaving? You cleaned yourself properly so that he can have you again, seath his cock in your gummy walls. Being younger to him came with certain cons. Like he could see right through you, almost could read your mind. When you asked how he can do it, he simple said he loved you leaving you speechless.

“I’ve work. You need to wait till I come home.”, he blurted out without hesitation watching you sit in your white bathrobe on the bed. But you wanted him , you wanted him so bad that you did the unthinkable. What does a child do when they are deprived of there toy? They throw tantrums , don’t they? Moreover, you did not wanted the morning shower to go waste.

“Why do you think I need you for that?” as soon as your response faded Kakucho's eyes shone in surprise watching your hands slip under your nightgown. You bunched the clothing near your pelvic to spread your legs further. Kakucho stood and watched as you touched your folds slowly, sloppily.

“Use two fingers”, he commanded. Even though you have been naked in front of him many times you still felt embarrassed pushing two fingers inside you. “That’s better.”, his praise made you move your fingers roughly, string enough that could feel the same burning orgasm in between your legs.

You rested your body on your knees as he walked toward you. He was getting hard but he did not bother with that since he was a man of great self-control. “Are your fingers doing well there? Do you need my help?”

Of course, it was not enough but you did not want to give him the chance of being soaked in victory. You bit your lips hard enough to have your begging moans under control. But Kakucho had a better idea for you. He kissed your lips dryly and pulled back watching your frustrated eyes roll heavenwards. 

“at least kiss me”, you begged, “Kiss me please”, and you were rewarded with something else. He held your wrist depriving you of aiding the pooled orgasm in the core of your vagina and sucked the fingers clean. Your eyes flared in surprise at his behavior. He was impressed that you came without his help, touching yourself and thinking of him as he stood in stoic face, watching you cum. What a blessing to start a day!

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@tokyometronetwork

[amaya-writes]

For your event for kisaki x female reader

Soulmate au

Fluff

Where he notices that his soulmate has been with them all along and she’s a bad ass

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes:

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Kisaki Tetta

Female reader, you/yours

"How did the date go?"

Kisaki's voice wafted through the empty office as he spoke, with his soft yet daunting tone drawing your gaze away from the window you had been staring out of for the past hour.

"Same as always. He was looking for a woman they could treat like a child and I didn't want to deal with his shit."

He scoffed at your bluntness but didn't bother saying anything else as you finally moved towards his desk to analyze the alliance contracts he had drafted.

It was only when you were looming over his shoulder with a paper clutched between your fingers that he spoke, this time with his tone holding the familiar calculative lilt you were used to.

"Maybe you should try looking for your soulmate instead of letting our idiot members rope you into blind dates."

You didn't bother turning towards him, but there was no mistaking the way your grip on the paper tightened, with the new crinkles paying testament to your annoyance.

"You and I both know the soulmate bond is only for those fortunate enough to live a normal life."

"It's adorable how you don't want to drag your fated someone down here with you."

This time you didn't bother hiding the glare you sent his way, but after years of being subjected to your deadly stares, Kisaki was practically unaffected by your hostility.

"But what if it's someone we already know?"

His question had you turning to keenly stare at Kisaki as he set down and gave you his undivided attention.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, did you ever bother checking?"

The small shake of your head was enough of a response for Kisaki to completely turn towards you and flip over your left wrist.

His fingers delicately trailed over the black glove many chose to wear to conceal their marks before swiftly tugging the soft material away to reveal the mark you had committed to your mind's eye ever since it formed.

A mark that was completely identical to the one on his wrist.

Seeing the two marks together was shocking enough to have you quickly tug your hand away, choosing to cradle it against your chest as if you had just been burned.

"Did you know?"

Kisaki's eyes remained on your wrist even as you asked the question, only choosing to meet your gaze once you called out his name.

"Of course not."

You had known him long enough to be able to tell when Kisaki as lying. Perhaps that was why it was so easy for you to nod along to his reply and take to leaning against his desk again.

"The mark materialises the day you see your soulmate for the first time."

Kisaki's voice was a little above a whisper as he repeated the statement your parents would always repeat when asked about the marks on their own wrists. But unlike them, he sounded more shocked than wistful.

"How were we stupid enough to not realise ours happened at the same time?"

He shrugged at your outburst but was quick to reach out and once again hold onto your wrist, this time with his fingers delicately trailing over the mark.

The two of you remained like that for a bit; with neither of you bothering to voice your concerns even as you analysed the marks that bound you together.

"Apparently, we're fated to be each other's."

Kisaki finally left his chair as you spoke, with the action making you hesitantly lean further into his desk.

"And you're fine with that?"

Kisaki was never one for proximity, perhaps that was why you were so surprised to see him get so awfully close to you, with one of his hands resting on the desk behind you while the other idly fiddled with your hair as he awaited a response.

"I guess if it had to be anyone I'm glad it's you."

You couldn't help but cringe at how uneven your voice was.

Enemies both big and small were nothing for Kisaki's right hand known for her strategy and strength, yet somehow a little bit of proximity was enough to have you cower away.

He leaned in closer until your foreheads touched, with the action making you slip your eyes shut even as your heart began to run rampant.

"But maybe try not to get into any more relationships for now."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips at his words, with the sound making Kisaki pull away with a smile of his own.

The two of you must have been the most peculiar pair of soulmates; two people so close yet so awfully apart. You had been by each other's side ever since you were angsty teenagers who thought they could run the world to the people who actually did.

Yet somehow, you had never thought of actually being together.

You knew things would change between the two of you come morning, but you couldn't help but feel comforted by the thought that it was Kisaki who you were meant to be with.

For whether you were fated to fall together or rise with one another, it would be together. And that was good enough for you.