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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 1 year

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And They Were Best Friends

Pairing: Draken x F!Reader x Mitsuya

CW/TW: Hurt/Comfort, Situation-ship without the benefits, Oral F (face sitting) and M receiving/giving, vaginal sex, rough-ish sex (It's Draken, what're we gonna do), swearing, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart, beautiful), nipple play.

Summary: Six years is a long time to dance around your feelings for your two best friends. When you are forced to move out of your apartment, Draken suggests you move in with him and Mitsuya, where things become even more complicated.

Word count: 8.6k

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At some point in the last five years, Draken and Mitsuya had become permanent fixtures in your life. You couldn’t even pinpoint the moment when people started asking where any of the other sides of your triangle were when you showed up alone or if they showed up somewhere without you. It was to be expected at this point.

You three simply were.

You can’t remember the last time at least one of them wasn’t crowded into your too-small one-bedroom apartment with you, silently sitting with you while you worked or helping you cook whatever the three of you would be having for dinner that night.

If it wasn’t your place, you were at the shop when Draken would have to work late, you and Mitsuya keeping him company as the streetlights came on, illuminating the streets in a crimson, orange glow while he pushed to finish up his project.

Or it was Mitsuya's place when his mom needed someone to watch the girls. Laughter and unbridled joy filtered in and out as the three of you wrangled them in for the night. Others, it was Mitsuya’s loft design studio, you and Draken curled up on the small sofa together, having fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning while the third part of your lives sketched and pinned, needing to get his designs out but still needing you nearby.

It was somehow domestic.

Outside looking in, people thought it was an odd dynamic—an overly complicated situation of feelings that would eventually lead to heartbreak.

But to the three of you, it just was.

In the five years, it had always been simple. Crushes had come and gone, packed down into boxes that couldn’t be opened out of fear of ruining what had become your lives. Mitsuya never missed how Drakens lips turned into a small smile when you entered a room, instantly lighting up the room, even on the darkest days. Draken never failed to recognize the longing in Mitsuya’s when you would push the hair from his eyes as he poured over sketches like Mitsuya wished those touches would linger just a little longer so he could soak in your warmth for just a little longer.

The two had some unspoken agreement not to push, too wrapped up in the comfort that you all brought to the others, even at the cost of their own fulfillment if that’s what it took.

They never saw how your eyes would linger on one or the other, wishing that the moments of happiness and friendship they offered could turn into more. They didn’t know that when they would eventually leave you at night, with a hug that lingered a little too long or a look in their eyes like they wished they could stay, you hoped for the same thing, to spend every night in the comfort of their presence, waking up to another day with them. So instead, you listened as their motorcycles would rumble to life and count as the noise slowly turned into the stillness of night once more.

But just like them, you knew that pushing those lines was out of the question. That one day, you would have to let them go so they could find what they needed outside of you. You would never ask them to choose between you and them. They were the twin dragons, two sides of the same coin, never to be separated, bonded through life and blood.

Never once did any of you stray from the others. Year after year, settling into a routine that revolved around your complicated situation.

“They’re upping my rent at the beginning of the month,” you groaned one night as you leaned against Draken on the couch in the studio. He had a leg folded up, ankle sitting on top of his knee as he thumbed through an old motorcycle manual you had picked up for him at a thrift store. His other arm slung over the back of the couch, unknowingly drawing little shapes into the bare skin of your shoulder.

Mitsuya stuck his drawing pen behind his ear and turned on the stool. “Too much?”

You hummed a confirmation. You’d have to move. You rented that place initially because it had been a steal, but recently, it seemed like your rent kept increasing, and your pay kept getting thinner.

“You talk to Peh and Pah?” Draken shut the manual after dog-earing a worn-out, oil-stained page.

You shook your head, “Not yet. I was going to give them a call in the morning. But from what I could find, I’m probably going to have to move further out of the city.”

Both men stiffened almost imperceptibly, locking eyes across the room.

Leaving the city meant you’d be gone from them longer than they’d like, keeping you just out of reach of their protection. Draken felt his stomach sink at the thought of not having you close. Not being able to show up where you are and watch as your eyes lit up, how you’d wrap your much smaller frame into his own as you pressed against him before wrapping you in his arms, hugging you close.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning,” Mitsuya said softly, lost in his thoughts. “I’ll take you down there and talk to them with you.” The unspoken “we’re not letting you go” passed between the two men. Draken nodded in agreement with the plan and Mitsuya’s resolve.

Draken sighed heavily and dropped his head back, staring out the skylight in the ceiling, watching as one star in the sky slowly blinked out of existence. “We’ll figure this out, sweetheart.”

You had been out the door the following morning before Mitsuya had even finished pulling up to your apartment, having heard him coming. You knew the sound of their bikes like the back of your hands at this point. It was chilly, the tepid days of fall slowly filtering into the early brisk of winter, and you shivered as Mitsuya kicked down the stand before getting off, leaving the bike running. His face was pinched, his eyebrows scrunched together as he took you in; something was bothering him that he wasn’t ready to voice.

You raised a hand and wordlessly smoothed your thumb between his brows, relaxing his face. He smiled gently as he reached for the helmet on his bike and placed it on your head, pulling the braid you had secured your hair into over your shoulder before fastening the buckle under your chin. When he was done, he tilted your chin up with a finger, staring into your eyes with a softness you weren’t ready to acknowledge. Something shifted last night when you said you would need to move. Like a leg had been kicked out from the stool, you all sat on precariously, waiting to tumble into the unknown. You felt the pull to Mitsuya now, just as you had felt last night with Draken when he had dropped you off, unable to meet your gaze as he left you at your front door with a lingering hold on your hand, afraid that if he let go, it might be the last time he got to do something that had become part of his ritual for far too long.

You had almost asked him to stay.

Mitsuya climbed back on the bike and held out a hand to help you on as he steadied it. You would miss this. He would pull your arms around his waist to secure you to his back before shifting into first and slowly easing out onto the main street. This time felt different. Mitsuya needed to feel your arm around him. Needed to feel you pressed against him where you belonged.

He and Draken had decided long ago to put their feelings aside for your sake. But the thought of you being gone had tipped something in them both last night. The stupidity of their lack of trust in your relationship coming back to haunt them in their sleepless night and late exchange of texts discussing how they could keep you with them. Mitsuya felt that sting now more than he ever had.

“So, I’m screwed?” You said thirty minutes later in Peh and Pah’s office as they explained your options.

There wasn’t much to rent, and buying wasn’t an option. You’d either need roommates to afford rent or, as you thought, you’d have to move further away from the area you had grown to love over the past five years. Your home. The sanctuary that you had built.

“Basically,” Peh grumbled.

The other original members of Toman knew what you meant to their brothers but, like everyone else, never mentioned it. However, they all respected what had been built between you, knowing that you were what was needed after their lives of turmoil. Even Pah was up to date after some much-needed explanations from Peh.

Draken had been silent the whole meeting, leaning up against the wall behind you and Mitsuya with his hands balled into fists, shoved into his pockets. He watched as your shoulders deflated at the realization that your one Hail Mary had failed.

“What if,” Draken spoke quietly into the somber room, “we all found a place? Together.”

You whirled in your seat, shock written across your face at the suggestion.

Mitsuya hummed in fake contemplation. He and Draken had filtered the idea around last night, only wanting to offer it to you if needed. They knew your independence—how you liked having your own space.

“I do need a bigger studio. I keep running out of room, but I’m not ready to move to a whole building yet,” Mitsuya said as if he was thinking aloud. It wasn’t necessarily a lie. Simply a slightly grandiose version of the truth.

You whirled on Mitsuya next, blindsided by their offer.

“But Inui,” you started as you turned back to Draken. He shrugged.

“The shop is doing well enough that he doesn’t need me to split the cost anymore. Plus, getting away from the guy a little more would be nice. Love him, but….” Draken trailed off with another nonchalant shrug.

They had already discussed this with Pah and Peh, the possibility of moving the three of you into one place. You could afford it, even if they tried to pick up more of the cost. You loved your job— it was your passion. Even if the compensation wasn’t the best at times, you always made it work, and that was one of the things the Twin Dragons admired about you so much.

Your mind was reeling. You could… you all could. But would that complicate things? How would you all navigate such tight quarters with the feelings you all had been avoiding? The sealed lid you kept on your feelings for both men slowly unraveled, the stitches fraying from years of being overstuffed with everything you felt.

Mitsuya looked at Pah and Peh. “Give us a minute?”

Both men quickly exited the room, mumbling something about needing to look at other paperwork anyways.

Draken approached you both, hands still in his pockets. He loomed over you, looking down at you with his eyes bouncing between your face and Mitsuya’s.

“This’ll keep you here, sweetheart,” he said uncharacteristically gently. He walks around the chair you sit in and crouches before you, his hands finally coming from his pockets to rest on your knees. The veins in his hands were more prominent than usual from their clenching.

“Stay with us,” he whispered, a soft plea in the words that cracked your heart. Mitsuya looked on, his turn to stay silent. The words coming from Draken would mean more than his own. No jealousy came with that thought— it was just fact. Draken expressing his need for you in the only way he knew how to would be more powerful than Mitsuya saying the exact same thing. You looked at Mitsuya, and that brilliant smile spread across his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The part of you that feared what this would mean was won out by your need to keep things the same. The knife slowly tipped sideways as you took your phone from your pocket and emailed your landlord.

This is my 30-day notice to vacate.

Draken and Mitsuya deposited your boxes and bed in the primary room, saying something about how you needed the room with the bathroom connected for your privacy against your insistence that Mitsuya needed the space for his work. Mitsuya waved you off, stating he would claim the office as his own, and that was the end of the discussion.

Somehow, Pah and Peh had found you a three-bedroom, two-bath with an office and spacious living room a perfect distance from D&D Motors, Mitsuya’s mom's home, and the rest of the prior Toman members. Almost like it was “fate.” By now, you knew better. Mikey had “accidentally” let it slip that they had all been searching for something perfect for you three during the whole debacle. No one in your circle seemed keen on the idea that you would have had to leave them.

You spent the first night in your new home, settled on the floor together, eating takeout.

Weeks passed. Then months. That unspoken tension continued to build, swirling around you, waiting for one of you to fall into the torrent of unspoken feelings. Maybe it was just you reading too much into the situation, hoping for something that couldn’t possibly be true. Perhaps it was just them making sure you didn’t have to leave and nothing more. Why would it be, after so long together and the moments you had shared? For everything to change now, to shift into something that had stopped crossing your mind for so long, could be nothing more than the pipedream of your unrequited feelings. What was the possibility of being with them and asking them to share you?

But you couldn’t deny the attraction to them. You couldn’t resist how Draken would pull you into him after a long day, securing you against his side as you watched a movie. You never stopped Mitsuya from tucking you into him, resting his chin on the crown of your head while he basked in all the things that were you. They didn’t stop you when you crawled into their beds, seeking comfort from a sleepless night, falling into a dreamless, fitless sleep as either one unconsciously wrapped an arm around your waist and held you to their warmth. Nothing stopped any of you from the lingering touches on each other’s bodies as you went about your days, passing each other, seeing Draken off to work in the morning, or bidding Mitsuya good luck as he shut himself in his office for another day.

Soon, hugs turned into cupped cheeks with kisses pressed to your forehead. Fitting sessions turned into long gazes and unspoken words as Mitsuya used your body for his latest design. Trips to D&D became bringing dinner and riding home on the back of Drakens bike instead of with Mitsuya because you missed him a little extra that day. Soon, the muddied waters of what had been the shut box had become black with the things none of you would admit.

Still, it didn’t stop.

“Are you dating them both?”

You choked on your drink. Hina had called you earlier, asking if you wanted to meet at the little café near her and Takemitchi’s house. She wasted no time in asking the question that had been on everyone’s mind. She had seen the sly kiss Mitsuya had placed against your temple before he left after waving at Hina.

“I…” you said after you could breathe again. “I don’t really have an answer to that.” Although you probably should at this point.

Neither man pressed you for answers. Nor did you to them. Nothing ever went further than what it had all become. However, you knew at times when either would kindly excuse themselves from the room after being close to you for a little too long, gently putting space between your bodies to hide their need for you. They had discussed it in private when you weren’t home, what this all meant, and how to navigate it. Neither one had answers. All they knew was that you belonged with them, no matter what it looked like. If they spent the rest of their lives pining for you, then that’s what they would do; they had agreed.

“No one would care if that’s what you’re worried about. You all have been dancing around your feelings for years,” Hina said. She was always straightforward with you. It was her job as your best friend. “We all just want to see you happy.”

Happy. But you were happy. Weren’t you? You chewed on your bottom lip. Thoughts raced through your mind about what could happen if you let go. If you let yourself feel the frightening and unending extent of what Draken and Mitsuya meant to you. It was an abyss with no end, and you never wanted it to.

“They both care for you a lot.”

You knew that, and you said as much out loud.

“That’s not what worries me. What if it all goes to hell if I let myself go with them?”

Hina placed her chin in her hand and leaned across the table slightly. “Do you want them to be with someone else? It’s been almost six years now. I haven’t seen either one so much as look at another woman the way they look at you. I haven’t seen Draken so content to be around someone since we were teenagers. Mitsuya gravitates to you like you’re the sun in his universe. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve caught him looking for you in a crowded room, and he relaxes as soon as he sees you. Love never looks the same for everyone.”

Love.

A stitch on the box buried within you snapped.

You couldn’t think of them with someone else. The thought churned your insides, making you feel sick. It had never crossed your mind that they might eventually seek someone else out, ready to move into a new phase of their lives. It wasn’t jealousy at the possibility, just an unbridled sadness that sank claws into your heart and refused to let go.

“What do I do?” You whispered the question, knowing the answer. You were afraid to admit it. Afraid to let it all loose and have it come crashing down around you in a torrent of pain and rejection. You knew logically that their actions spoke the opposite of what you were feeling. They could be feeling the effects of whatever this was just as much as you were and were too afraid to bring it up. But what if it was just a comfort to them?

“What if I’m just a placeholder, Hina?”

She giggled, and you cocked an eyebrow at the fit she had.

“Six years is a long time to be a placeholder. I think you know what you need to do. We all support you guys. Take a chance. You never know what will happen.”

The phone only rang once before Mitsuya picked up, and he was back with you before you could buy his and Draken's favorite pastries from the tiny café.

You nervously pushed at your food that night, churned up by your conversation with Hina. If you didn’t do it now, you were worried that you would lose all resolve and never come back to it, content with how things were—intimidated by the unknown.

Mitsuya cleared his throat, and your eyes snapped to his. He tilted his head to the side slightly, his way of wordlessly asking if something was wrong. You sighed heavily and placed your utensils down. Draken peeked up at you, alerted to the shift by the heavy puff of your breath, his dark hair falling into his face, still wet from the quick shower he had taken upon arriving home.

“I think we all need to talk.”

Draken and Mitsuya exchanged a look, knowing what was about to happen.

“I’ll clean up,” Mitsuya said as he rose from the table, reaching for your plate. “Meet you in the living room, ‘kay?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat before standing. Draken held out one of his hands, quickly lacing your fingers together and engulfing your smaller hand in his. His palms were sweaty as he led you to the couch, where you plopped down. He sat in front of you on the floor between your legs and craned his neck back to look at you. You knew what he wanted.

Your hand carded through his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut as he felt your fingers drag against his skin. He always loved when you’d play with his hair when it was down. Something about the movements felt intimate to him.

“Everything is going to change. Isn’t it?” You asked softly, breaking the stillness in the room.

“Not if you don’t want it to, but on some level, if this is going where Draken and I think it is, yes. On some level, it will,” Mitsuya answered as he entered the room, taking a spot next to you on the couch, leaning his back against the armrest, and crossing his arms across his chest. He was tense. Eyes full of something that resembled worry.

“I feel like you guys have been waiting for this conversation to happen for a while.”

“Not so much waiting as hopin’ maybe one day it would happen,” Draken supplied, eyes still shut. He used the excuse of your hands in his hair to avoid looking at you. He knew if he did, any resolve he had built would crumble. His walls he had spent so long refusing to scale, seemed crumbling moment by moment. He had waited so long for this to potentially happen that it felt like a dream. He anticipated waking up at any moment, once again disappointed that he would have to go another day without calling you his.

“What are we doing here, guys?” You forced the question out after a pregnant pause, hoping one of them would be the one to break it. Your hand glided through Drakens hair that was as dark as the ocean you found yourself in.

“We’re simply three people living a very complex life together. None of us want to disrupt the peace we have managed to find. I’m gonna be honest with you, though, Princess,” Mitsuya said, leaning forward. “I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

Your heart sank at the words. You didn’t think your heart would instantly shatter at the words you had dreaded. Had you let things go for too long? Had you spent so long denying the way you felt that any chance of saving your relationships was about to go out the window?

Draken opened his eyes as your hands stilled in his hair. Your eyes were lined with tears as your brain went to the darkest place it could find quicker than either could rip you back from falling into it.

“We don’t want to keep dancin’ around how we feel, sweetheart,” Drakens low timber reverberated around the room.

You looked down at him; it was the first time Draken truly let his walls shatter. You saw it in his eyes, how he felt for you, and the words he couldn’t quite find a way to say. It was all there, hidden in the depths of the swirling blackness that you recognized all too well, as if the depthless abyss you found yourself in at times was him surrounding you. The trickles of light that poked through being Mitsuya. You looked to the other man, and a sad smile worked its way across his delicate features.

They took your breath away, these men. Each time you looked at them, it was a reminder of how beautiful they both were, from soul to body. Years they had spent by your side, supporting you, fighting for you. Watching and cheering you on as you chase your goals. They had held your hand through the most challenging times and walked beside you, always present. And they knew you had done the same, a steady constant in their lives that they could reach for when they needed you.

“We know you feel the same, beautiful,” Draken admitted. “Six years is a long time to keep your feelings pushed down.” Your hand carded through his hair once more, a quiet answer to his confession as much as it was one. Because if they knew the depth of what you felt for them, for them both, then that was Drakens way of admitting he understood.

“What does it look like? How can I ask you to share me and be with you both? And what do we tell other people when they ask? At least now an easy “it’s complicated” seems to be enough to stop people from prying,” The questions spilled out of your mouth too quickly, and Mitsuya reached for one of your hands, gripping it tightly.

“Nothing about what we call ourselves or how to respond to people matters. If someone has a way they feel about it, they can keep it to themselves. So we are the only three that matter. And as far as sharing you goes,” a mirthless smirk crept across Mitsuya’s face, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Draken and I are brothers. We’ve been through too much together to let jealousy break us apart. But there would be none if that’s what you’re fear. I’ve watched as he held you for years, and it’s always settled something in me, knowing that you both were happy with each other.”

“Every time Takashi kisses your head, do you know how you sigh and lean into his touch?” Draken asks as he turns between your legs, kneeling before you. Something about the image of Draken knelt between your legs stirred something in you—the stoic, strong, unrelenting man, putting himself in front of you, offering up himself. “I’ve watched it hundreds of times. Each time it puts a tiny smile on your face. Belongin’ to both of us doesn’t mean anything other than that we are both yours.”

You sucked in a shaky breath as a tear slipped from your eyes. Draken caught it before it could fall from your cheek, and you leaned into the touch. A warmth bloomed in his chest at the motion, little sparks of electricity shooting up his arm at the contact.

“I’ve spent so long keeping it all in check. Refusing to get between you two out of fear. I would never be the reason something comes between you.”

“You’d be the best thing to come between us,” Mitsuya responded quickly. It was something he had thought for years after concluding that he would be okay with sharing you with Draken. No other man was good enough to touch you. None other would be worthy enough to run his hands down your soft skin and hear your bubbling laugh.

“Lemme kiss you,” Draken whispered, his dark eyes darting between your lips and your eyes. Even if it was once and you realized you couldn’t do it. He would be content for the rest of his life knowing he could taste your lips for a fleeting moment if that were all he was granted. Your tongue poked out between your lips, running along them before you gently bit your lower one. Draken watched each movement, suppressing a groan at the innocent motion. You glanced at Mitsuya, and he nodded. You nodded, and Draken slowly rose onto his knees, placing his hands beside your thighs on the couch before invading your space. The air between you grew thick with each slow movement, giving you time to reconsider and turn away.

But you didn’t.

With each inch he closed between you, your resolve grew. You wanted to feel his lips against yours. Would they be soft? Would he taste sweet? Or would they be brash and overwhelming like the rest of him in an oh-so-good way? The first touch of his lips to yours was gentle, testing, and teasing—a ghost of a kiss that had you chasing him as he pulled away to gauge your reaction. You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him back to you. The kiss was unhurried as he pressed his lips against yours, and you lost yourself in the feeling.

It was as if the gates you had sealed yourself behind unlocked at the sensation. He was the key that allowed you to let go and be free. You slotted your lips further against his, darting your tongue out between you and running it along his bottom lip, requesting permission. Draken groaned into the kiss, one calloused hand slipping to your thigh, dragging against your bare skin. His skin against yours set you on fire.

The kiss deepened quickly—tongue dancing with tongue. Teeth bumping as you couldn’t get enough of each other. A fog in your brain promptly settled nothing but the man in front of you breaking through until you felt a hand on your cheek, breaking you away from Draken, and a different set of lips was pressed against yours. Mitsuya was different from Draken. Where Draken took Mitsuya gave. Where Draken devoured, Mitsuya allowed you to lead. He was sweet when Draken tasted of spice. The contrast between the two truly showed just how much they completed each other.

Your body became aware, every nerve firing simultaneously as Drakens lips met the sensitive skin of your throat, kissing and biting before sucking little marks, marking you as his. He pulled back to look at the marks before pressing closer to you for more, unable to get enough of you now that he could finally touch you the way he had been aching. You didn’t know how you wound up in Mitsuya’s lap with Draken pressed against your back, still kneeling on the floor.

You were turned once more, Drakens hand cupping your jaw as he pulled your lips back to his, eager to taste you again. He pushed closer against your back, trying to get as much contact with you as possible, and you gasped slightly into the kiss as you felt his erection push against you.

“Ignore it,” he said in between kisses.

Mitsuya leaned forward to place kisses against your collarbones and neck, leaving his marks against your overly hot flesh. You were overwhelmed by them. They were everywhere. Their hands roamed over your body, leaving nothing untouched as they began to learn you in different ways.

You didn’t want to ignore it. Mistuya had kept you low enough on his lap that if he was feeling the same as Draken, you couldn’t tell. You wanted to give in to the urges you had for years, fingering yourself in the shower or bed, biting down on anything you could to keep your moans from spilling into the hallway and alerting them to what you were doing. You needed to feel their flesh against your own with no clothes between you.

You reached your hand behind you and gently rubbed it over Draken’s hard cock, and his hips instantly bucked into your hand.

“Fuck,” he let out a strangled moan at the feeling. How often had he dreamt of this? Your hand pressed against him, stroking him to completion, letting his cum spill into your hand that he knew wouldn’t wrap entirely around his girth.

“Want us to make you feel good, princess?” Mitsuya spoke against the hollow of your ear before nipping your lobe. Your whine against Draken’s lip was the only answer you could provide as he deepened your kiss. Everything they did had you pulsing with need. So long of ignoring how they would send your body into overdrive with a simple touch culminating into this moment when you could finally let go. This feeling was the one you had been missing for so long. And it felt right. To be with them. To have them against you like this. It was the feeling of being so touch-starved for something so magnetic being fulfilled in the way it needed.

You broke from the kiss, sucking down desperate gulps of air. Taking a chance, you pushed your hips against Mitsuya, moaning as the pressure building between your thighs was relieved for a split second, causing the man under you to groan at the sweet sound and friction. He was going to lose himself in you. He did everything he could to keep himself from cumming at the slightest touch. You probably wouldn’t believe it if he told you, but neither man had touched another woman since you came into their lives. Mitsuya gripped your hips tightly, pushing and pulling you along his clothed cock, your foreheads pressed together, breathing mingling as you both panted. Even like this, with the delicious drag of your cunt against him, your orgasm was building. You whimpered as Mitsuya stopped and pulled you off his lap suddenly, having noticed Draken pull away and motion for him to stand you up.

“What?” You said breathlessly and were quickly answered by Draken pulling off your shorts and panties, tapping you lightly on the thigh to encourage you to step out of them. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, unrestricted by the lack of clothing. He ran a finger through your folds, and your hips twitched as his long, thick finger eagerly sunk into your pussy.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Draken watched from behind as his finger sunk in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your moans filled the room, and you ground yourself against his hand, looking for more, more, more.

Draken’s finger pulled from your core, and you grunted in frustration, once again denied of your pleasure. You should have known they would both be teases. Draken laid on his back under you, quickly pulling you down to your knees and positioning you over his mouth, encouraging you to sit. The first swipe of his tongue against you had you seeing stars. Mitsuya lurched forward, once again capturing your lips and swallowing your moans.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, princess,” Draken’s voice was muffled between your thighs.

Mitsuya sat back again, a string of saliva connecting you both before it broke, and he wiped it off your chin with a swipe of his thumb. Your eyes were already glossy, lust-blown pupils joining with his own. The lavender of his iris’ was engulfed in darkness as he watched your face contort, and your mouth dropped over at the pleasure Draken was wringing from your body. You reached forward and pulled at his sweats, eager to taste him and feel him heavy against your tongue.

That smirk returned as he lifted his hips and pushed his sweats and boxers down enough to free his aching cock. The tip was leaking precum, and you instantly leaned forward, licking it from his slit before wrapping your lips around his head and taking him into the hot cavern of your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Mitsuya bucked up into your mouth. “Slow— fuck, fuck— slow down, beautiful. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep going like that. God damn, you’re so fucking good.” Mitsuya swept your hair from your face, watching as you looked up at him through your lashes, moaning each time his cock disappeared between your lips. Your moans were muffled around him, and each vibration rocketed him towards the edge quicker and quicker.

Draken’s tongue dipped in and out of your pussy before he locked his lips around your clit and sucked, pulling the bud into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it before he would let go and repeat the process. Your hips ground against his face shamelessly, chasing your high, and Draken was more than willing to get you there. Your taste was sweet. Sweeter than he could have ever imagined—he wanted more. He wanted to feel more of your cunt pulsing around his tongue and hear more of your sweet moans. He wanted to hear you scream as you came on his face, riding out your high, bucking your hips as you came down. It was a sound he was growing addicted to quickly. He dipped his tongue back into you, moving his face side to side as his nose bumped against your clit, giving you the stimulation you craved. Your muffled moans grew around Mitsuya’s cock as Draken worked your pussy like an expert.

Your hand wrapped around Mitsuya’s cock as you popped him from your lips, the sloppy way you were sucking his cock giving you more than enough to stroke him from base to tip as you focused on chasing your orgasm, too overwhelmed to keep sucking him. Which he wasn’t against. He didn’t want to cum down your throat. He wanted to feel your pussy around him when you made him cum with your body for the first time. He had been dangerously close, panting and throwing his head back as his eyes rolled, losing focus as he felt you bob on his cock. It was the best he had ever felt, the years of knowing each other somehow translating into the knowledge of knowing what he liked.

“Ken, fuck. Ken, don’t stop. Please, please, please,” your begging was sobbed and broken. So close to your orgasm that you could feel it teetering on edge; one final flick of his tongue against your clit, and you were gone. Your orgasm exploded from your body with a loud scream of the man's name who brought you to it leaving your lips, and he drank down every ounce of your release, groaning at the taste and bucking his hips into the air. He almost came from the sound of his name leaving your mouth. Your legs shook on either side of his head, constricting tightly until he tapped your thigh again, and you shakingly forced them open, allowing him to shimmy out from under you and sit up.

“You did so fuckin’ good for me, baby,” Draken kissed at your neck before starting to pull your shirt, one he realized was his with a little bit of pride, over your head, quickly unhooking your bra. You smiled at the praise, slowly coming down from the earth-shattering orgasm. Mitsuya’s tongue poked out between his lips as he saw your tits, perfect in every way. He reached up and cupped one, loving how it fits in his hand. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it to a taught peak before letting go. You moaned, the slight motion building into overstimulation.

They rubbed their hands over your body, exploring your curves as your breathing returned to normal. Mitsuya grabbed your sides when your eyes opened and locked with his. He needed you. He needed to feel you wrapped around him. He had managed to calm down enough, determined to get you to cum before he did. He quickly lifted you and placed you back in his lap before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and rubbing it through your soaked folds. His tip caught on your clit as he did, collecting the wetness before slowly pulling you down on him.

He looked down to where you were connected, mouth agape as he took in the sight of his cock disappearing into your drenched pussy. His cock was big, longer than girth, but he knew the sting of the stretch was there as he glanced back up at your face, and your eyebrows were pinched together. You both moaned when you were fully seated on him.

“Oh my god, Taka,” your voice was breathy as you spoke. “You feel so good.”

He was curved enough that as he gave gentle thrusts into you, you could feel him drag against the sensitive spot tucked against your walls. Each time he did, you relaxed until he could move more freely. Mitsuya angled his hips just enough so that each time he pulled you up and down, the head of his cock would bully that spot over and over.

“More, Takashi.” His name was a prayer on your lips. His eyes slid shut as he thrust into you, matching each drop of your hips. Your thumb pulled on his chin, forcing him to look at you again.

“Don’t close ‘em. Wanna see as you fuck me.”

“Holy shit,” Mitsuya breathed, his hips stuttering at your words.

The couch sank as Draken took up Mitsuya’s original spot, slowly stroking his now-freed cock as he watched. He was mesmerized by the way your tits bounced with each pound Mitsuya pushed into your body. The sound of skin-on-skin mixes with the collective grunts and moans filling the room.

“Play with her tits, Mitsuya.”

Mitsuya instantly complied, returning to his earlier motions of pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. His mouth latched onto the other, biting gently and sucking it into a taught peak before letting go to blow cold air over it. Mitsuya could feel your pussy pulsing as he pushed you to another orgasm, gripping and tightening around his cock as he bullied his way in.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pulling your breast back into his mouth, moaning against the skin. “Gonna make me cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. C’mon, baby. C’mon. C’mon.”

Mitsuya’s hand snaked between your bodies, pushing his thumb to your clit and rubbing tight circles into it. Your legs trembled as he did. You felt the fiery building sensation as you neared another high, uncaring as your moans grew in volume, too lost in how you felt. Everything Mitsuya did to your body was rushing you towards the edge, every kiss and snap of his hips enough to clear your mind and fuck you until all that was left was him. The twitch of his cock and the falter in the rhythm of his hips were the signs of his impending release.

“Gonna cum, Takashi. Cum in me, please, please. Wanna feel your cum.”

“Fuuuck,” the word was drawn out from Draken, and he gripped the base of his cock, fending off the orgasm that threatened to spurt from him at your words.

Mitsuya’s hips stuttered once more, and his eyes met your glazed-over ones as he pulled you down once, twice, three times more, and your pussy pulsed hard, wrapping him in a vice as you came, sending him over the edge as you milked him for all he was worth. Each spurt of cum was pushed into you with a twitching thrust of his hips, forcing it deep into you. Each time a moan was ripped from the back of his throat, guttural and deep.

You collapsed against him, chest to chest, while you both panted. Not pulling in oxygen quickly enough to replace what you were losing. Mitsuya cupped your cheek, pressing gentle kisses against your lips, and you moaned gently into him. He slowly pulled you off his softening cock with a whimpering moan, unashamed of the sound that left him. He watched his cum leak from your abused cunt and down your thigh. Your body was like jelly as he handed you to Draken, who was waiting, cock rock hard and begging to be buried in you.

You hummed gently, lifting a hand and carding it through your next new lover's hair. His eyes were soft as he assessed you, looking for any signs of discomfort.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Think you can go one more, baby?” Draken gently kissed your jaw, continuing down your neck and back up before slowly locking his lips with yours. He knew your body was worked over. He had waited this long. But, if he needed to wait longer, he gladly would. You reached between you and gripped his cock, pumping once before running your finger over the tip, collecting the precum, and stroking him again. Draken hissed at the contact between his teeth, a sharp intake of air.

Mitsuya chuckled from behind you. “Think that means she’s ready.”

Draken let you line his cock up with your entrance, and you slowly sank down, whimpering at the feel of him, at the stretch that knocked the breath from your lungs. He was bigger than Mitsuya, and you were thankful for the two orgasms they coaxed you to.

“Take it slow, baby,” Draken said through gritted teeth. “So fucking tight.”

Mitsuya hummed in agreement. Watching as you sank yourself down. Watching your back muscles flex and twitch as you took Draken into your core was intoxicating. Your arms wrapped around the corded muscles of his neck, and you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was art, the way he observed you. If he could draw this moment, capture how you looked now, pressed against Draken’s body as his hands flexed on your hips, grounding himself to this universe, he would.

Draken resisted every urge to thrust himself up into you or pin you to the couch and push your legs to your chest to pound into your tight cunt relentlessly. He wanted you to have this moment. To let you give yourself to him in your way and your time. It was a level of control he could offer you as you bared yourself to him. Draken wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. He gave a testing thrust of his hips upwards, and you met the motion with a roll of your hips. You pushed up on your knees, and Draken planted his feet on the couch, allowing himself the leverage to thrust up into your gushing pussy. Each time the sloppy sounds of your slick mixed with Mitsuya’s cum spurred him on more.

You could tell he was holding back. His arms trembled with restraint, and each grunt against the skin of your neck was strained, rumbling from deep within his chest. Your hand tangled in the hair at the base of his neck, and you gripped tightly, pulling back with a yank. He gasped, his eyes turning feral.

“Stop holding back, Draken.”

A growl burst from his chest, and Mitsuya was moving before either of you, anticipating Draken's movement as he slammed your back onto the couch, capturing your hand between one of his and pinning them above your head. Draken slotted himself back between your thighs, slamming his cock back into you, going deeper than you had ever anticipated. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he started roughly pulling back and sinking into you with a sharp slap of his hips. You hooked a leg around his lower back, angling your hips to allow him to bump up against your g-spot. Tears gathered on your lash line with each thrust. Each choked moan only spurred Draken on as he drank in the sight of you below him, utterly pliant in his hands.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl. Taking our cocks so well,” Drakens words fell from his lips mindlessly, unable to hold them back any longer. “Want me to fill you up, baby? Wanna feel my cum in there with Takashi’s and watch it drip outta your pretty cunt. Our pretty cunt.”

His words were music to your ears, bouncing around in your empty head and filling it with the image of what he described. You never wanted anything more. To be marked by these two men, pumped full of their cum, staking the claim on you that they had spent so many years imagining.

Mitsuya’s eyes were glued to your face, and he resisted the urge to stroke his cock as it twitched to life once more. He watched as your moans grew into silent screams, unable to let out anything more than gasps of air each time Drakens hips slammed against yours. He watched as your eyes rolled back once more and your chest arched off the couch, and your legs shook, quickly realizing these were the signs that you were about to cum. The sharp intake of breath from Draken confirmed as your pussy gripped him tighter, sucking him in deeper, begging for more, more, more, just as your vision whited out and you came with a muted cry.

“Fuck. That’s it, sweetheart. So. Fucking. Tight.” Every word was accentuated with a thrust, coaxing you through your high until he finally stilled, body shaking as he let go, letting his orgasm ripple up his back. Spurt after spurt of hot cum emptied into you, stuffing you impossibly full. Draken pushed his forehead to yours, rubbing at your wrists where he held them as he panted, eyes shut and hair sticking to his face. He gently eased out of you once his cock had softened, and the mixture of your, his, and Mitsuya’s cum leaked from your abused hole. He ran two fingers through it, pushing it back in, smirking as you whimpered at the touch.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Mitsuya lamented beside you as he tapped Draken’s shoulder with a cold water bottle. You didn’t know when he had disappeared and returned just as quickly. His sweats were back in their place, and his shirt was gone. You took a moment to soak in the sight while Draken pulled you up and into his lap, holding you close against his sweat-slick body. Mitsuya opened the top of your water bottle and handed it to you. The cold liquid was a balm to your horde throat, raw and overused from the screams and moans.

“You did so well, Princess,” Mitsuya said against the crown of your head as he pressed his lips to it.

Draken grunted in agreement, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Your scent was a mix of your own and theirs now. In a primal way, some part of him preened at the smell.

You were finally theirs.

Draken had never been so sure of something in his life that this was how it was meant to be.

Mitsuya held your hand tightly as you walked down the street, heading toward D&D Motors. Mikey had called your boyfriend earlier, a giggle in his voice as he asked you to meet him at the shop. Mitsuya had rolled his eyes when the call ended, unphased by Mikey’s antics and dreading what he could be planning. Draken had also gotten the call, annoyed that he would be going into the shop on his day off.

You glanced down at your phone as it buzzed in your freehand.

“Oh, Draken just got there. He said he’s going to wait for us out front.”

You turned the corner a few moments later and skipped a little as you saw Draken standing there, hands tucked tightly into his pockets. Mitsuya let your hand slip from his as you rushed forward, flinging yourself into the bigger man's arms, and he oofed as he steadied himself with a step back at your force.

“Hey, baby. Miss me?”

You pressed a kiss to his lips as you nodded. He had been out running errands all morning, picking up parts for customers, and visiting other shops in the area.

“What does Mikey have planned?”

Draken rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as Mitsuya finally closed the distance between you at his leisure pace. “Hell only knows with him.”

The bell over the door jingled as Draken pushed it open. The shop was dark as you entered and looked around. You did see anyone.

“Yo! Mikey!” Draken called into the shop.

“Back here, Ken-chin!” His best friend yelled back from where all the parks were parked. Mitsuya cocked an eyebrow at you both before leading the way.

You all pulled to a stop when you saw all your friends crowded into the area and a banned over their heads that read, “It’s About Damn Time!”

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𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐱 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

Ｒｏｏｍ．５ - 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞... - 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

“𝐋𝐨𝐥 𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫”

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞..." — 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 – 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡"

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲"

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 - 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬: 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

☆ . 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 – 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 ♱𝆬

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 — 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 - 𝐘𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒♡𝐱

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 - 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬: 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢

𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬: 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞?

𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥!

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨♡

𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨♡

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢♡

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨♡

𝐊𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢♡

𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚♡

… 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ♡ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢♡

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 ♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢♡

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬♡𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨♡

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨♡

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 ♡

𝐆𝐨 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐫𝐲��𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐈 𝐥♡𝐯𝐞 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝒮𝑡𝑎𝑦 - 𝒲𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖

𝐿♡𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 - 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖

❛❛ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲❜❜ - 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐰𝐭𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 – 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 — 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉” - 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜

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yanderederee · 11 months

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good day everyone I’m losing motivation to write if u can’t tell hhhhhhhhh

Soo..idk I usually just follow wherever wind takes me but I haven’t been connecting with a lot lately :\

Hmmm…

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joonipertree · 11 months

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the fact that I need comfort and bonten mikey comes to mind makes a lot of sense for me personally.

like yes, the one guy with the most deadpanned look imaginable. If we're close enough, I will surely probably try to hug him....I'm brave enough I think??

would he hug me? no

but if I let go, I'd just sit close to him. I'd lean against him and most likely he would stay.

the fact that he could protect me also makes his presence comforting.

his existence is nice in my complex trauma eyes <3

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Comforting Times

Notes:

GN!reader

everyone is aged up

use of pet names (vague)

tramatic event with izana’s

mentions of blood in kazutora’s

lots of crying-

𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 “𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎” 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked as he opened his eyes to stare up at you from your lap where his head rested.

Your bottom lip trembled before replying with a quiet “nothing.”

Though the lip would go unnoticed by most, mikey has a keen sense of observation and he noticed it almost immediately. He didn’t say anything, words had never done anything for him in the past, he instead weaved his arms around your waist and sat there, face smushed against your stomach as you began to shed tears.

They were quiet, still full of pain, but quiet. You had been known to be a crybaby, but these weren’t the normal pained cries; they were comforted.

“Mikey, y-you don’t have to do this. I..I’m just a crybaby.” you choked out, but his hug only tightened around you, showing you that he cared no matter if you were a crybaby or not.

He sat there with you, you bawling while he just hummed your favorite song, allowing you time to let it all out. He knew what pain was, he was in it everyday almost, but his heart ached even more to hear your sobs as you babbled about the hardships.

if it had to do with someone, they were delt with

𝓇𝓎𝓊𝑔𝓊𝒿𝒾 “𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃” 𝓀𝑒𝓃

A blank expression camped your face as you watched a movie with draken. There was no emotion, dispite this being a movie that was your favorite to cry during. He knew something was wrong with you, but how did he ask about it?

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “baby?”

“Hmmm?” you hummed back as you sniffed, a stray tear falling as you side-eye him.

“S’mthin’ up at all or am I delusional?” he asks.

“Uhm.. no. I’m fine!” you played it off, laughing at your own stupidity as more tears began to fall.

“Woah woah hey, you alright?” he asks as he brings you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Come on, talk to me. Please?” he asks, not pushing the matter too much, but still wanting you to be free of your emotions and a little more open with your feelings as a whole with him.

“later.” you wail out as rivers flow from your eyes, silent sobs erupting from his chest as he leans down and leaves a peck on your forehead.

“alright then.” he says with a sad smile as he pauses the movie and rubs your back comfortingly.

𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔶𝔲

“Peke J, sweetie, I’m back!” he calls as he closes the door, slides off his shoes at the door, and walks towards the kitchen to set down the bags in his hand from the convenience store.

There he found you, leaned over the counter crying, a pool of salty tears below you with Peke J beside you laying against your shoulder.

“Sweetie what’s wrong?!” he yells as he quickly puts the bags on the opposite counter and rushes over to you. this poor boy

“M-My.. phone.. look at i-it” you babble out between sobs as he reads over the texts, baffled and angered at the things said.

“Hun, you know those aren’t true. You know I mean it when I say you’re perfect. Especially for me and Peke J, right?” he says with a laugh as he rubs the cat’s head, then pats yours with a smile.

“Come on, don’t let them get to your head. They don’t know you like I do. Plus I got (favorite food) when I saw it at the store, it would be a shame if it went to waste..” he says with a sly grin as you wipe your tears and begin to straighten yourself for the food he had gotten.

“It won’t go to waste!” you say, laughing with him as you both unbag all of the food.

𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔧𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔪𝔞

Shuji walks into the door, wiping some blood of another onto his dark suit to not worry you. It was early morning, around 12:35am, but you knew he had business and as long as he woke up next to you the next morning, that is all you could ask for.

He checked on the couch to see if you were there, then the kitchen, then the bed.

“(y/n)? Where are you?” he yells through the house, but it remained idle and eerily quiet.

“shit. did that stupid gang get to them? I’ll beat their asses until-”

You came up behind him, hugging him from behind as you both stood there quietly. The tears stained his expensive suit, but he didn’t care. He turned around and places his hand on your back, moving his right hand which read “sin” up to pet your hair as you both swayed back and forth.

“What happened love?” he asks softly, almost a whisper, when your sobs began to quiet down.

“O-on the way home.. a gang. Said they knew you. I-I didn’t know what to do but they chased me all the way home. Kisaki is in the other room c-‘cause he had to help me home after they hit me.” you babbled out as his grip tightened on you for a second, anger pooling in his stomach.

“Did you get a description on them? or anyone?” he asks with a smile as he continues to pet your head, kisaki emerging from the balcony with a sigh.

“You know as good as I do that it is never smart to ask someone about a tramatic time right after it happens” kisaki deadpans with a scowl as he came up to pat you on the back before walking past you both.

“Do anything to them and I will get the gang on you.” kisaki muttered under his breath as he walks out, making hanma break out into a shit-eating grin.

“of course I won’t, no flying fuck will ever hurt them. ♡”

𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔴𝔞

(this one is more intense and longer bc.. plot 😃)

“Ran, I swear to god. Put down your baton and stop beating that guy up. He’s already finished, stop beating a dead horse and come on before we get caught.” Izana yelled as Ran sighs and folds his baton up, shoving it in his pocket before jogging to join the gang to look at the aftermath.

“Theres a few still up. Who are they fighting though? Never seen them before..” Rindou thinks out loud as he taps his heels against the cargo container as Izana reverts his attention to the fight.

There were two men ganged up on you, and you had the upper hand as they had already been beaten by others, but you could only fight for so long before even the best could tire out.

“Leave me alone! I just want to talk to him!” you yell as you get knocked down, your back faced to Izana’s gang as the two men inched up on you.

“You interviened with our fight, let our opponent get away, and you want to get away? Not happening sweetheart.” the men said as one of them grabbed you by the neck, lifting you up above their heads to where you were dangling at their mercy. Tears started to fall as your hands battled their strong ones, but their grip only tightened around your neck.

“is that (y/n)?” Rindou asks, but Izana had already jumped down and was running full force towards the two men, Ran right behind him to take out the other one with his baton.

“LET THEM GO!” Izana yelled as he landed a punch deadset on the man’s temple, knocking you out of his grip as you fell down and held your throat, gasping for sweet air you had been without.

You curled up as you listened to Izana and Ran beat up the two men, groans filling the air as they were beaten with the baton. Something was feral about the two, maybe because of what the other gang had done to you, but they cared about you a lot.

“(y/n)? c’mon, lets go. You don’t need to see this.” Ran said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. As you looked up, you could see Izana perched over the man that had held you, bashing his face in even more than it had been before. mikey stan??

Later on he arrived home, later than both of you would have liked, but he arrived in one piece and with the strength you had felt from those two from your small brawl, you were overjoyed he was home.

“Hey.” he said simply as he put his shoes up and sat next to you on the couch, tilting your head up to examine your neck for marks or bruising so far.

“I’m fine now. I was just.. coming to see you. And when I saw you guys, I didn’t see them. I just.. wanted to see you. Not get you into a fight. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten involved, I’m so stupid.” you ramble about as you tucked your head into your hands, ashamed of yourself more than anything along the lines of being sad or hurt.

“Oh come on, we both know you aren’t stupid. I’m stupid, I should have quit the gang when I became involved with you. I knew it would catch up to us. If any of them ever come after you again, I’ll bash their heads in-”

“Izana.”

“Sorry sorry, I just hate seeing you hurt because of me and my dealings. But if they touch you again-”

“Izana!”

𝔨𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔶𝔞

After mikey had beaten him up, he stumbled home by himself, hurt both physically and emocionally by the audacity and the emotionless beat from mikey.

As soon as he walked in, you went from your normal hug to rushing to get the medical kit for him. You were beyond worried, to the point you were scared of his besten state.

“Kazutora! What happened?!” you exclaim as he sits down on the couch, blood dripping from his nose onto his already stained pants.

“Mikey. He uh.. well we got in a fight.” he says after a while of being silent, which was due to the excruciating pain from the alcohol seeping into his skin as you cleaned up his face and body.

“I can tell that you idiot!” you exclaim as small tears form. There was no reason you were crying, but seeing him, well, anyone, like this was heartbreaking for you, especially when they were so special like he was to you.

“Woah, why are you crying? I should be more than you.” he questions as you rest your head on his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

“You’re just.. you don’t care that you’re like this. Doesn’t it hurt? To be like this? Bleeding and stumbling home?” you mumble as tears paint streaks down his shirt sleeve.

“Well yeah, of course it hurts,” he deadpans “but at least you’re the one bandaging me up instead of the medic at juvy. And even if I might not express it, I appreciate your hugs when I get home and I haven’t gotten mine yet.” he says with a dry laugh.

𝔟𝔞𝔧𝔦 𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔢

“What the hell happened?!” baji yells as he bursts into the bedroom, startling chifuyu and only making you cry harder than you had been.

“They uh..” chifuyu cleared his throat awkwardly “got a taste of a gang.”

Baji walked infront of you to get the full view of your temple with an ice pack on it while there were cuts and bruises littered on your skin throughout the rest of your body.

“The hell? Which gang chifuyu?” baji asks as he kneels down to place his hands on your knees in a sort of way to comfort your pain away.

“Valhalla. Met hanma, and you know how sadistic he is with people.” chifuyu says as he puts away his things into his bag and wraps up the first aid kit.

“Fucking hell. Thanks for bandaging them up for me, chifuyu. I’ll stop by your shop later.” baji says as he ducks his head, laying there on your thighs to ponder all the things he could do to Hanma.

“baji.. just don’t kill him, okay?” you say weakly with a strained smile as he sighs and smiles himself

“No promises, love.”

𝔱��𝔨𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔶𝔞

Mitsuya was expecting you to be at a party, but when his little sisters said you were in your shared room asleep, he couldn’t help but worry why.

“When did they get home?” he asks the girls.

Luna and Mana glanced at each other before shrugging and saying “dunno an hour ago?”

He sighed and went to his studio, placing down the bag of supplies there before walking to your room.

Opening the door, and there you were asleep, the outfit he had made for you laying on the floor ripped and stained with red. Your breaths were shallow, deep in slumber as he examined the outfit and then your sleeping figure.

“What trouble did you get into..?” he asks himself as he rubbed circles on your shoulder.

“I didn’t, they found me.” you replied groggily, taking mitsuya by surprise.

“Who exactly is ‘they’?” he asks as he looks back at the apparel on the floor next to the bed.

“mmm… what was the name..? said they were.. Moebius.” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

“Moebius? We delt with them a long time ago..” mitsuya says to himself as he looks back to you.

“Did they hurt you? What is the red?” he asks, motioning to the outfit’s evident coloring.

“No, they didn’t hurt me, just threw wine bottles at me. You can see one of them hit me in the gut.”

“I can tell. They won’t hurt you again, okay? Not on my watch they won’t. I’ll go after them a second time myself if I have to.”

𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔞

“Hanma leave me alone. I’m going in here, I didn’t invite you. Why did you even walk me home?” he asks as he leans against the doorway.

“Well, I’m your assistant. It’s nice talking with you on the way home ♡”

“You know I’m fine without that so called ‘assistant’ to walk home, right?” kisaki deadpans.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt. Better to have protection.” hanma says with a grin as he towers over kisaki at the doorway.

”Disgusting.” kisaki says before slamming the door in hanma’s face, rubbing his temple as he walks towards the bathroom to freshen up.

“What is wrong with him..?” kisaki mutters to himself as he takes his glasses off and sets them on the counter before heading to the bathroom and splashing cold water on his face.

“How was work?” you ask, scaring the shit out of him as he meets eyes with you through the mirror.

“You saw me and hanma, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Kisa, is he more than you claim him to be as?” you ask with a quiver to your lip.

A long silence hangs in the air before a sigh is heard

“Why would I ever date that stupid giant, (y/n?)”

“Well he is always around, and not to be rude, but he loves up on you like he is personal with you. You barely allow me to be that close, and your assistant is up on you?” you exclaim, shocking kisaki with the sudden emotion eruption from you.

“I allow you be that close-”

“No you don’t, Kisaki.”

Now that was messed up. Kisaki? You hadn’t ever called him his real name since you started dating him a few years back.

“Just.. I don’t care anymore. Why can’t I do the things he does..? Hug you, pratically cuddle you, lean on your shoulder?” you ask quietly as your lip quivers even more. You held back tears, barely, but you did. You didn’t want him to see how jealous you were over a simple interaction, but it got to you.

His eyebrow arches somehow more than the mountains they already are as he turns to you fully as he wipes his hands off with a towel.

“You’ve been allowed to do that all this time, what made you think you couldn’t?”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Hi! I kinda didn’t know what to do for a few tbh, but I powered through and got.. this? Should I make a part two??

Talk to me if you have a request! <3

(and yes, the dividers for each character are mine.)

I hope this doesn’t happen but please don’t reuse my works/translate them to other platforms! They’re mine and mine only, but you can use them for inspiration and credit me!!

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one-more-fangirl · 2 years

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baji keisuke — comfort stranger

baji isn’t one to usually stop by to check up on anyone that isn’t his friend or an animal. truth be told, when he heard the faint sniffles he thought it was an injured puppy.

but it wasn’t.

so there he stands now, awkwardly shifting in his place in front of this crying person that has definitely spotted his grayed worn out boots by now. meaning he can’t just make a run for it now. well he could, but then his conscience would nag at him and that’s a real pain. because it’s one thing to walk away from a blazing car with not an ounce of guilt, laughter cascading from his throat carelessly—to the point where he sounds almost like a maniac—, but this is a person. shaking and breathing erratically.

the blazing car is much preferred.

“oi,” he calls, not very in tune with his comforting side, “you uh- you good?”

his words come out so rough his own lips twitch with scrunched eyes and nose in a wince, hand practically begging to punch himself. what was that? “you good”? of course they’re not! they’re weeping, for fuck’s sake! stupidstupidstupidst-

“yeah, yeah, i’m sorry,” a couple hiccups interrupt the sentence, that already comes out in a raspy and croaky tone, from the bottom of their throat, “i didn’t think anyone would hear me here. uhm, you can leave, i’m good.”

they’re good. they said so themselves, so baji can leave now. he’s done his decent-human-being-duties. he’s leaving. they don’t want company; they are obviously embarrassed someone has found them crying. i mean look at those blushy cheeks, not to mention the eyes. chifuyu gets like that when i find his mangas. right, he isn’t any good at comforting anyone anyways. words get caught up in his throat, or the stammer comes out, and he can’t just hit this person in the back and laugh at whatever has them crying.

nothing he can do for them. a stranger. no relation to them whatsoever, even less of a debt or commitment.

so why the hell is he going back?

before he knows it, his feet have led him to the store, he’s gotten some dorayakis—those make mikey feel good, so they should work—and his dirty boots are in front of the bushes again. to his luck (or not, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing), they’re still there. their cries are quieter, almost a silent whine, but their chest still heaves up and down.

“hi,” he greets, albeit grudgingly. an amused smirk forms in his lips when they jump and look at him like a deer in the headlights, fangs on full display, “i don’t know why i’m back, don’t ask,” he groans, taking a seat criss crossed in front of them, “but i bought food. a friend of mine really likes these, they can get him from 0 to 100 with one bite. and food solves all problems.”

their eyes watch him, curiosity swirling inside. this stranger just saw them crying and brought them food. maybe there is hope for humanity.

bro, you chose the wrong person to think that about, but anyways.

a dorayaki later, silence is still engulfing them, but neither seem to mind, both in their own little world.

“so why were you crying?” he’s nosey, okay? emma hasn’t had tea to spill fora while, so he’s looking for his own.

“it’s pathetic,” they brush off, their voice now much clearer. baji enjoys it, it’s almost like a ray of sunshine sneaking from behind rainy clouds—a shy, dim one, but one, nonetheless.

“come on, i got you these fishies. you gotta tell me all your secrets now,” he teases, and there’s something about his scrunched nose and a raspy voice that elicits a small laugh from them.

“you promise not to laugh?” they arch a brow, “i will kill you if you do,” it’s baji’s turn to laugh heartily at the empty threat.

“delinquent’s honor,” he grins, displaying his canines again with a hand over his left chest.

“i finished my book and the ending made me cry,” they scoff a silent laugh at themselves, “it wasn’t even sad.”

“a book. why would you cry over a book?”

simple minded fool, never in tune with his emotions, of course he doesn’t understand. but that’s okay. they don’t mind, ‘cause they’ve found this dummy interesting, even if he doesn’t understand the power words hold, the pleasure a good book gives someone as they immerse into the story, a journey of emotions as you read on.

baji is glad they find him interesting enough to get him pop tarts another day, shying away from his smug stare while they wait for him to get to the bottom of his apartment building’s stairs. he finds them curious. a weird little creature he wants to study, search for answers to the questions he has about them. none of them have answers yet, but he doesn’t seem to mind. it’s entertaining to seek for them.

he's glad he didn’t make a run for it. turns out, the blazing car wasn’t preferred after all.

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senjusonlygirlfriend · 1 year

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Tokyo revengers guys when you're overstimulated

𝑻𝒘/𝑪𝒘: 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒐, 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒚𝒖, 𝑰𝒏𝒖𝒊, 𝑹𝒂𝒏, 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒋𝒊

Hajime "Koko" Kokonoi:

I feel like he wouldn't know that much about the topic, so once you told him that you get overstimulated he does a little bit of research on it. Once he knows what triggers you he'll try to avoid bringing you into these situations. If you going into public makes you start to feel uneasy or anxious, he'll pull you somewhere in a more quiet and less populated place.

If you start shutting down and dissociating, then he'll try his best to make you snap out of it. The first time it happened before he researched about it he was confused. Why were you always agitated when the two of you had gotten back from a crowded place?

Well you had a talk with him about it, and told him the reason you get so agitated was because you were anxious, and was wanting to get out of the situation to calm down. And guess what? He was super understanding about it and didn't judge you.

Chifuyu Matsuno:

Would be a little clueless, but 100% has the sprite. It would take a couple times for you to get overstimulated and open up about it, but once you do he's so attentive when you're explaining it. Would also ask questions about it, he wants to know everything there possibly is to help you. If you're just not responding and really spaced out, then he'll try to get your attention.

If that doesn't work then he'll gently shake you until you snapped out of it. Would get you your favorite food and drinks to help you calm down, and would take you somewhere like a park or a convenience store parking lot. He really doesn't want you to leave his sight because he's really worried about you, so he'll hold your hand as long as he's with you.

Seishu Inui:

I feel like he would know what it's like. Inui would definitely have felt it at least once or twice in his life. If the two of you knew each other before dating, then he would pick up on when you needed to be pulled out of a situation. If the two of you were at a party and he saw you dissociating, he would calmly excuse the two of you for some fresh air if he thinks it gets too bad.

He'd be good at picking up signs early when you start to feel anxious and jittery. If it helps you calm down then he'll carry around a few of those fidget toys and let you use them in a place with few/no people to help you calm down. He respects if you don't want to be touched at all, or if you want him to hold you or not.

Ran Hanitani:

I hc him as not really going out that much in public like parties and stuff. He most likely had to calm down Rindou when he had one of his meltdowns when he was younger, so he knows how to help someone. He's attentive at all times when you're with him. He'd be good with jokes if you start freaking out bad enough and start hyperventilating as a way to ground you. Either way he'd be good at grounding his partner.

The two of you don't go out that much where there's big crowds, so you don't get overstimulated often. But sometimes too many things can happen all in one day, and that can push you overboard. At your Ran's house he would be able to comfort you better, like getting you some water or a favorite blanket.

He wouldn't leave your side for the whole night, and would gladly change plans for you.

Shuji Hanma:

He's known for a while now that the two of you have been dating. He picked up on your quirks and connected the dots pretty quickly. He's also another person that I would think would be really good at grounding someone. He would go through the whole, "Just look into my eye baby. Yeah that's good. Can you mimic my breathing?" If you dissociate for a little bit to log he'll snap you out of it and ask if you're ok.

He gets amused when you get grouchy after you calm down, and likes to joke with you. He knows it's a way of making yourself feel more calm and letter it out all, so he keeps on getting you more angry. Once you're all tired out he'll give you something to eat, drink, and comfort if wanted. If he thinks it's necessary he'll pull you out of school/events that make you feel this way or under immense stress.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #koko x reader #koko fluff #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu fluff #inui x reader #inui fluff #ran x reader #ran fluff #shuji x reader #shuji fluff #hurt/comfort

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hellishcreep101 · 1 year

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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓

ft. Shuji Hanma, Ran Haitani, Shinichiro Sano x gn!reader

warning(s): pure angst no comfort, mentions of cheating, gaslighting, toxic relationship, narcissistic behavior, etc.

A/N: Heyo. I’ve been feeling pretty blue lately, and I haven’t written anything in a minute. Plus, this song has been on repeat for like two days. So, it gave me an idea to write something angsty. I’ve never written angst before, so this is my first time. Sorry if it sucks. Also, each part is separated and based on some lyrics from the song. Enjoy!

Shuji Hanma

“They’re always charismatic, and they’ll turn up the charm. Their words do something magic, saying no is really hard…”

He was very charismatic at first. Charming, even. But, he was also very kind and attentive, gentle, caring, and complimented you every chance he got. Shuji Hanma taught you what affection truly was.

Or so you thought…

In the first few weeks of your relationship, you felt seen, heard, validated, appreciated. Hell, even genuinely loved. At first, Hanma didn’t seem like the affectionate type, but you were proven wrong. You couldn’t believe someone like him would be so into you, no man had never made you feel wanted or treated you so well like he did.

You both had shared similar interests, same fears and insecurities. And you told him about your troubling childhood sob story - one you thought made Hanma want to save you with the love he had to offer you.

A month later, everything came crashing down. Your life had turned upside down, and the man you fell in love with became a monster; cold, distant, and cruel.

Hanma would go missing for days on end, always making sure you knew there was another woman more deserving of his attention, and making you feel utterly worthless in the process. Your texts unanswered, your phone calls ignored…

You were constantly left panicking about where he was and what you had done wrong.

Of course, there were times where you stood up for yourself. But every time you tried, you’d end up fighting and within a few minutes, you would become so confused by his conversation loops that you couldn’t even remember what your arguments were about.

These arguments would sometimes carry on all through the night, not only wearing you down emotionally but also intentionally depriving you of sleep. If you guys weren’t fighting, Hanma would keep you waiting for him all night to achieve the same, knowing you’d be too anxious to go to sleep if he wasn’t home. You had no strength and self-belief left, and very quickly, your reality became non-existent…

Ran Haitani

“So, if you’re feeling crazy, I wouldn’t be surprised. The only thing they’re good at is knowing how to gaslight…”

Ran would tell you about things you allegedly said or done while you both were out and when he wasn’t doing any gang related things, telling you that you’d been an embarrassment. Who was this woman he was talking about? It didn’t sound like you, but he constantly changed the narrative until nothing you thought you remembered seemed to be true anymore.

You knew nothing of gaslighting back then, and didn’t realize that you were being manipulated. Your behaviour became increasingly erratic and irrational, Ran would start to call you “crazy,” and you believed him. So did everyone else…

You could’ve easily walked away, but the relationship you had with Ran Haitani was nothing like a normal relationship; he was very good at being charming when he had an outside audience. In the privacy of your shared apartment, it was like a game of jenga.

We all have building blocks that make up who we are; emotional, financial, relational, aspirational – you name it. And because you trusted Ran and shared your hopes, dreams, but also fears and insecurities with him, you unknowingly gave him the ammunition he needed to destroy you.

He began pulling out one building block after the other, literally playing Reality Jenga, until the life you had built collapsed around you.

Still, you believed your love was real. You thought that, if you had just loved him more, you could save him and you both. Honestly, the thought of losing Ran filled you with sheer panic, so much so that you would experience physical withdrawal symptoms, such as shaking and difficulty breathing. You remember saying at one point: “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like an addict.”

Shinichiro Sano

“They made you feel like you’re the most beautiful in the world, while they’re sleeping with another girl…”

The red flags were there but you ignored all of them. He ran hot and cold at will, his moods were unpredictable. His actions never matched his words and, while you had never experienced anxiety before, you were now walking on eggshells every minute of every day.

You knew deep down that something was wrong, you could feel it in your gut. But you kept overwriting your intuition and went for it anyway; all you wanted was for Shinichiro to love you like he had.

When he would bring you to a gang meeting, or even to his house to hang out with him and his friends, there was always one other girl that would be part of the group. Whenever you weren’t seen by Shinichiro’s side, he was always seen by hers. A little too close for your liking.

You always brushed it off as you overthinking and Shinichiro would remind you that they were “just friends”, then showered you with all the love and affection you wanted.

Oh, how you wished he was telling the truth..

Six months into the relationship, you both decide to move in together, and within the first week of living in your shared apartment you’d notice a few things that were different like your skincare products being used up pretty quickly despite only having them for a few days, or even noticing some pieces of your jewelry going missing.

You brushed them off again and thought you were being overly sensitive and there were times where you’d bring it up in a conversation. But, no matter what, even if you were justified in your feelings and thoughts, Shinichiro would always turn the situation around to make it seem like you were at fault and he was the victim.

Not only would he take it as a personal attack, but he would likely spend the rest of the evening trying to make you believe that your opinion was wrong and his was right. It was always a competition with him.

The abuse cycle and trauma bond was no joke. You were so desperate for someone to show you they loved you that simply having Shinichiro by your side was amazing. You felt that this is what it was supposed to feel like. When someone loves you, you’re supposed to be the center of their world.

And you were deep in denial for believing in that…

#Spotify #tokyo revengers #shuji hanma #shinichiro sano #angst #no comfort #tokyorev x reader #anime #ran haitani #shinichiro sano x reader #shuji hanma x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyo rev x you

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tokyo-revengers-writings · 2 years

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Tenjiku with a S/o who has emetophobia (Fear of Vomiting/Sickness)(HC)

A/n: It's been a while since I've done an HC, so I thought I'd start again by making it something personal. Long story short, I got emetophobia after I woke up from surgery and threw up for three hours straight (including dry-heaving. I already didn't like vomit in general, so this is engrained in my brain) Also, I didn't write all the Tenjiku members because this was kinda hard for me to write but feel free to request a pt. 2! Enjoy, sorry for the ramble.

Warnings: Emetophobia, cursing, Rindou

Izana Kurokawa

Low-key wouldn’t know what it is

But he doesn’t wanna look like an idiot

Would look it up on his own time and be so confused

Like, he’s not weirded out, but he doesn’t understand

better than most people

He’d ask you random things to try to understand better

“So, like, are you scared of other people getting sick?”

We stan a man willing to learn

He’d be so willing to help you with your random panic attacks

He’s probably really good at calming people down

Would never force you to eat foods that you don’t think you can stomach

Encourages you to eat every two hours

“Have you eaten today? No? Okay, come with me. We’re going to your favorite ice cream place.”

Idc what Wakui says, he is the sweetest man ever

He would be so quick to tell you you wouldn’t throw up

Completely understands if you can’t be around him when he’s sick

Trust me, he’s used to being alone, he’ll be fine

He’d be absolutely amazing when you’re sick

Not terrible, 9/10

Kakucho Hitto

He definitely has no clue what that is

Will ask; looking it up could lead to misinformation

Would never judge you for your fears

Would be so quick to validate your feelings

“You’re not the only person who has this; it’s normal, so don’t feel bad for something you can’t control.”

Asks for your permission to cook certain foods

marry me

Always encourages you to eat in the best ways

“Okay, I’m gonna give you a few options that we could try. It’s fine if you don’t wanna try any of them, but we can start with this, sound good?”

He’d be amazing at telling you that you wouldn’t throw up

This man is so amazing at calming others down

Will not take you to a random resturant or anything

Constantly asking about textures and foods you can’t stand

Does not care if you wake him up

Is great at taking care of sick people

If you want him away from you when he’s sick, he won’t mind

I love this man, 20/10

Ran Haitani

Has definitely heard it, but has absolutely no clue what it is

Does not hesitate to ask

He finds it strange, but he understands why you could be scared of something like that

Definitely asks questions

“So, is it like the action itself? Or is it more of a gross factor?”

may accidentally trigger something

This man can’t cook for shit, don’t worry about eating his cooking

Would ask before ordering takeout

“You alright with Chinese food? I can pull up the menu and we can decide on a few things?”

I want Chinese now

Honestly will be pissed if you wake him up because you think you’ll throw up

He’ll never tell you that he’s mad, he’ll just gently encourage you to go back to sleep

“It’s just anxiety, I promise you that you’re just anxious. Just breathe for a moment.”

Will respect if you can’t be around him when he’s sick, but he’ll definitely be a bit curious

Would not mind helping you when you’re sick

Is the goofiest person when it comes to getting you to eat

“Come on~, you know you can’t resist the airplane~!”

He’s okay, 9/10

Rindou Haitani

Has absolutely no idea what you’re talking about

Kinda scared to ask you because he doesn’t wanna look like an idiot

“What is it exactly? I mean, I know the broad strokes, but can you explain in more detail?”

He’s intrigued by the whole concept

not in a weird way, he just finds the mental health aspect interesting

He would love to hear as much detail as you can give him, but won’t push it

He’d ask before making something

“Wanna make breadsticks? I have a recipe for homemade breadsticks that we could try together. It’s okay if you don’t, just thought I’d ask.”

I want breadsticks now

He’s definitely the therapist friend, so he’d be great at helping you

“Hey, hey, breathe for me. It’s alright; you’re not gonna throw up.”

This man doesn’t sleep, he won’t mind

Wouldn’t mind for a second if you wanna be away from him when he’s sick

I have this random HC that Rindou’s a bit of a germaphobe himself

Honestly, this man probably has no clue how to help a sick person

He’ll try his best, but keep in mind that he’s Rindou

Perfect at eating encouragement

“Can you name a food you’re thinking about? If not, I can name a few things and we can figure something out. Worst case scenario, we can get whatever takeout you think you want. Deal?”

Perfect, 10/10

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maehemthemisfit · 2 years

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Bitches be like: Yes, they're my comfort character 🥺💞🥰✨💕🥵

Then be writing the most heinous shit ever are yall okay???

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clovers-garden-co · 2 years

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damn. i want smth like this. Not the yelling- but i want to be held close like this UGHH

(warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, yelling, mentions of abuse :/, no one gets hurt anymore okay? , this is angst w comfort)

you both had gotten into an argument, and it was really over something small. Kazutora had come home from work irritated, and really on edge. You didn’t know what caused it, but it was starting to put you on edge. So you asked him about it.. or at least you tried to.

The first time you asked, he responded with a clipped “nothing.” But you knew there was something up, and you wanted to try and help yk? You just.. weren’t prepared to be on the receiving end of his agitation.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY??” He yelled, making you flinch away from his form on the couch. You didn’t realize you were crying until two hands gently held your face, and you watched as his once harsh expression morphed into a more softer and concerned one.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Kazutora held you close while you continued to shake in his hold. You told him, about your ex and how dysfunctional your relationship was with him, and how it didn’t rub off too well on you.

But.. Tora was supposed to be different.

so why are you crying?

Tora would never lay a finger on you.

but he would.

Tora would never yell at you for small things.

but he always did.

Maybe you were upset that your image of kazutora had cracked. And that fear that everything that happened with your ex was going to happen now. That he was going to hurt you, leave you… and find someone else that’s better because you’re just not worth-

“ hey, come back for me okay? I’m not..” he paused, thinking back to what happened with his mother. what his father had done. “I’d never hurt you. Ever.” Upon hearing your lack of response, he continued. “I’m sorry for lashing out on you like that - I had a rough day at work and I know.. I know that’s not ever an excuse-“

“It’s okay.” You whispered. You wrapped your arms around him in return as you began to think that it actually- was not okay and you should probably seek some help. But.. maybe you could get some type of healing from here.

because - “I love you. Never forget that.”

..Because he loves you.

#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #anime #tokyo rev fluff #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev angst #angst with comfort #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x you #kazutora x reader #kazutora tokyo revengers

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buccini555 · 1 year

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐋𝐢𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝕱𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝕴𝐧 𝕷𝐨𝐯𝐞 ♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢 . 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 . 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 . 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 . 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 . 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 . 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 . 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢 . 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 . 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 . 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐 .

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟑

𝓓𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝓣𝐡𝐞 𝓗𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝓑𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝓗𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒆 - 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝟒𝟎 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑪��𝒍𝒍𝒔 - 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑼 - 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝕿 𝐡 𝐢 𝐬ㅤ𝕱 𝐞 𝐞 𝐥 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠 - 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 . 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 - 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖, 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒊

𝓣𝐡𝐞 𝓗𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝓑𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒋𝒊

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢, 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟑 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟒 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟓

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 | 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 | 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 | 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝑪��𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 | 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝕭 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝕯 𝐑 𝐀 𝐆 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝒦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 | 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

ℱ𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℳ𝑒 - 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐘𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝒮𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝒞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚 (𝐏𝐚𝐡-𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧) - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓 𝐞 𝐚 𝐫 𝐃 𝐫 𝐨 𝐩 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

❛❛𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫❜❜ - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐨 - 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 - 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝔂 - 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮

𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎 ♡ 𝒯𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝑳𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 - 𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 . 𝑳𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 - 𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂 - 𝑩𝒂𝒋𝒊 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒚𝒂

𝒞ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝒞𝑜𝑙𝑎 - 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒊 𝑨𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊

ℒ𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 ℬ𝑜𝓎𝓈 ♡ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨, 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮

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Aftermath…

July 21st, 2004

..T….nt…amitt….damnit…damn…damnit..daMniT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT

Chifuyu didn’t have the heart to stop him. Chifuyu has always been the one to rest a hand on Baji’s shoulder and stop him when he was being reckless.

However, this time, if Chifuyu were to even try to touch Baji, there was a guarantee that same arm would get bent.

Chifuyu couldn’t stop Baji’s assault on the subway tiles. “Damnit!!” Baji screamed once again. It was amazing how his voice hadn’t given up, going at this same pace for almost 11 hours now.

“Damnit!!” Baji yelled, finally losing vigor. Chifuyu ran to his side, helping his captain to his knees when he couldn’t take the overwhelming dig in his chest.

Baji was a victim too. He’d been forced into things no man ever should have to experience. Let alone a 13 year old kid, with what felt like the weight of the world on his back.

Baji couldn’t control the sobs that took him over in violent tremors. Chifuyu held Baji’s weak form, while they began to cry together.

“Damnit… I ..” Baji croaked out. Chifuyu held on tight, coursing his friend to talk.

Please, just talk to me. I know I can’t help. But please. Let me hurt for you.

“I couldn’t… I tried…” he sighed, blurry vision making out the wrappings on his arms, meant to heal the cuts and burns underneath. The blood that still stained them, because he kept opening the damn things wide open. Chifuyu doesn’t think it’s on purpose. Baji knows it is.

“Why… why does shit like this happen, to good fucking people!” Baji’s rage was slowly on the incline again. His temper may have been bad before, but the severe concussion and trauma he’d been forced to endure, he was uncontrollable.

“She didn’t do anything! Stayed out of toman, never skipped her dumb fucking curfew… S-she…” he bawled. Rage gave way to pain once again, and Chifuyu shook when he held tighter.

Baji almost whispered what came next, sending shivers down Chifuyu’s back.

“I couldn’t understand it before.. wanting to kill someone so badly. So seriously…” he evened out his tone and became stone. “But damnit..Chifuyu-“ he tried to keep the tough face, but as if immediately being brought back to earth, his walls crumbled all over again.

“None of it’s her fault, you’re right.” Chifuyu agreed, quickly following up. “We know who’s to blamed Baji. It’s okay.”

“We’ll get out revenge.”

It had only been two weeks since Toman and Yotsuya Kaiden fought .

…

July 11th, 2004

“…. I thought… we’d get …the chance…” you said softly, between hiccups you held back so harshly. “I had.. so much planned for…”

It was Tanabata after all. And it was long ruined.

“… I know.” Baji spoke into your hair. Ever since muscle in his body was sore, and shaking. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, cradling your head with his one good arm.

“Don’t worry baby, the gods will hear your prayers. I promise you that every god who ..” he paused, pulling away, and firmly cradling with all the softness there was left in him. “I promise, I will make the gods and humans alike, who let this happen. I will ..”

“I’ll make sure that every single one of your wishes come true.” He nuzzled his forehead against yours, uncontrollably letting tears flood past.

You could see Baji’s pupils become uneven, eyelids blinking over and over.. he was going to lose conciousness. “Baji-”

“Keisuke.” His voice broke once, hurt at the usage of his last name. “Pl..lease..” he closing his eyes when he held back a sob. “Please let me still be your Kei.”

…

Baji passed out immediately after those words, sobs racking him in and out of slumber, even still.

There was nothing more you wished to do than to cradle his broken form into you. It was so natural to follow those urges ever since you two agreed on dating.

But you couldn’t disturb him with the equally violent panic attacks what ripped through you without warning.

Nauseous, you felt hands wondering areas they never should have. Disgusted, scared—- you fell out of the hospital bed trying so hard to make it to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Chifuyu is stunned into tears when he finds your unconscious form collapsed on the floor, a pool of vomit only feet away.

“Oh god,” stunned when obversing the scene in front of him, he was horrified to actually catch your flickering gaze. Very in and out of consciousness. “Y/n, hey, it’s okay.” Chifuyu encouraged. He sat you up, and folded your knees under his grip, gently carrying you around the accidently and into the bathroom.

“Here,” he sat you by the toilet, discarding his hoodie, and rolled up his sleeves. “Only think about staying sat up against the wall.” He instructed, laying the back of his hand over your forehead.

“Doing great,” he smiled at you brilliantly when you managed to keep his gaze for longer than three seconds. “Take your tim-” he started, until another violent wave of nausea keeled you over the edge of the toilet suddenly.

Holding back a pitiful string of tears, Chifuyu bit his lip and pulled strands of hair from your face. “Let it out,” he kept going, adding considerable pressure into the small circles he rubbed into your back.

Chifuyu sat with you as you lethargically came back in and out of conciousness. Crying some seconds about how awful everything felt, dozing off peacefully into his chest, to worrying about Baji. This cycle repeated from the morning when he first came to check on you, til the nurses released him of his role, and shooed him out. He made sure they kept his hoodie for you to hold onto. Just in case.

“Why didn’t you call for a nurse earlier dumbass?!” Baji kicked Chifuyu’s waiting room chair harshly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it!” Chifuyu admitted bashful. “I just.. I couldn’t leave.” He shrugged, painfully.

“You’re a good guy, Chifuyu…” Baji said, his head felt like it was spinning while he cradled into his busted hands. “Thank you.. for staying by her.”

“I’m sticking by you too, yaknow.” Chifuyu shoved Baji softly. Baji gave Chifuyu a look over, before smiling. “Thanks…”

Baji would absolutely never in a million’s years admit just how terribly he was struggling. But being a good person, he couldn’t hide it for shit. Not this time.

“‘Kids just go round hitting eachother over the side of the hair for fun these days?”

…

“I just can’t believe the things these kids are getting themselves into anymore!”

…

“Ms Baji, this is serious.. he’s looking at a 3 month healing window, just from a glance…”

…

So much annoying chatter. His head was splitting open so damn bad, he honestly couldn’t really remember any for the next few days, if you’d asked him. Just a few core memories to get by.

He felt pathetic, the dizzy spells that took him down, out from his own feet. He was almost thankful that school was finally out for the semester, since remembering anything was difficult, but above all else, Nothing. Felt. Normal.

While recovering, there were so many times he would excuse himself to hide into a bathroom stall, and let whatever uncontrollable urge take over.

He felt so unlike himself at every given opportunity, uncomfortable in the way his friends and family alike would look at him.

Don’t look at me like that.

He wanted to snap back. And unfortunately, he did.

His sense of irritability spiking and diminishing quicker than a conversation could be held.

He’d get frustrated at the littlest of mistakes.

Baji couldn’t stand the look of pity everyone gave him when he slipped or slurred a word.

Yet, out of every person, he made dead honest effort to push pash every single symptom down, if only for a few minutes or hours.

Just to enjoy the feeling of comforting you.

Baji cries alone to himself more than ever, but he made, forced you into pinky promising him that should you ever, ever, ever, need him ever, for any reason. He would escape his hospital room and force his way into yours.

To be here with you, now. It’s past midnight, quiet and dark, easy on his dissipating headache. Baji heard you wake up with a gurgled, terrified scream.

The same scream that ripped him wide open in the first place.

Bolted, Baji came to witness your sweat stained hospital gown clinging to you while you were gathering your bearings, upright in the bed and panting, hyperventilating.

You held eachother the entire night, sharing sniffles, and tighter squeezes.

“How are you feeling?” You asked him, leaning against his chest, while he lay his back in your hospital bed.

“Nothin’ to worry about,” he gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m already halfway healed.”

You stare into him deeper, and knowing you were about to call his bluff, he looked away and chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hangin in there.” He answered honestly.

“But.. I’m seriously more worried about you,” he gently touched, his bad arm tucked into your side as you carefully considered it while cuddling into him closer.

As bad of a liar as you may be to him, you always made sure to wear this obvious mask of serenity. You rolled your eyes, as though being used to hearing this now.

“I’m not going to force it out of you,” Baji rested his forehead against the dip of your temple. “I have no idea what kind of things go on inside your head. Wish I did,” he chuckled shifting to kiss your cheekbone. “… you’re smart. I trust you…” he shifted your absent gaze, dewing up when he made deep eye contact.

“I trust you to talk to me,” he whispered again. “I’ll be anything you need, forever.”

“So when you’re ready, I’m here…”

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