#windbreaker drabbles

[hxnbi]

⸻ ღ ❝ WHAT IF I... ❞

you pop the question, asking him, “what if i disappeared one day?" to gauge his reaction

ft. hayato suo, yamato endo, choji tomiyama, umemiya hajime, ren kaji, haruka sakura, kyotaro sugishita, jo togame x gn. reader (separate)

ღ HAYATO SUO ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

He tilts his head to the side. "Whatever do you mean by that?" A brief flash of confusion crossed SUO's face before the ever-present smile of his returned.

"I mean, like, what if I just, from out of nowhere, went poof one day? What would you do?" you clarified with a smile. 

You couldn't quite figure out what was going through his mind as he let out a pensive hum, his index finger rhythmically tapping against his cheek, appearing to be in a deep moment of thought. Granted, you never did know what Suo is thinking about, but something appeared to be different this time.

Suo knew that the question you asked was a mere hypothetical, similar to the ones where you'd find on random scenarios online—meant to be a casual inquiry intended to gauge his reaction, so he didn't give it much concern. In fact, he leaned into it.

"Well then, if that's the case, as your boyfriend." He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "It's only right for me to find you and make sure you’re safe, isn't it?" 

He says it so matter-of-factly with a hefty amount of confidence that undoubtedly makes your heart flutter. There's no hesitation, no doubt in his voice, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. But the outside is indeed never what it appears to be, but also what can be the most deceiving. Suo doesn't worry too much about your question upfront, but there would be times when his mind would wander, drifting back to that single conversation that haunted his thoughts. What implored you to ever ask him that? 

And so, over the next few days and weeks, Suo would watch you with even more attentiveness than he already did, which was already considerable. Being by your side meant everything to him, and he couldn't imagine life without you if that were to ever ring true. After a few days of thinking, Suo's answer has not changed and will never change, but the realm of possibility that you might disappear will forever linger in his mind.

ღ YAMATO ENDO ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

ENDO, with his piercing, sweatdropping gaze, doesn't even take a minute to look at you, and, instead, at himself. Not in the literal sense, but inwardly. He scrutinizes his every action, every word, trying to decipher what could he could’ve done or said to have prompted such a question from you.

"Disappear?" he asks with a tone of sharp curiosity as he finally meets your nervous gaze. "Is that what you really want?"

Cupping his chin, all with the expression that he's about to beat someone half to death, Endo takes a quiet moment to himself and thinks about your question more thoroughly, which only makes you more anxious, in all honesty. 

With a sheepish laugh, you attempted to steer the conversation to a different subject, but Endo was having none of it. His intense focus was right then and there for you to answer.

Endo sits back down, covering his face with his calloused hand, letting out a low chuckle, "You must be either naive or plain stupid if you ever think that's going to happen on my watch.”

"H-Huh?"

"Because you're never leaving me." Endo’s voice carries utter conviction, a lifelong promise wrapped in a singular statement.

Endo snickers a bit from your seemingly adorable reaction before fading into an expression of distaste. His eyes bore into yours, filled with an emotion you can't quite place. "I don't know what brought this on, but let me make one thing clear. You're not going anywhere. Not without me."

He reaches out, his hand finding yours, gripping it firmly. You can feel the roughness of his skin, the callousness from all his previous fights, the strength in his hold, and it grounds you. A chuckle escapes him as he leans back, the seriousness melting away as a mischievous grin spreads across his face from ear to ear. "Besides, who else is going to put up with your atrocious cooking?"

ღ CHOJI TOMIYAMA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

CHOJI takes a moment to think. "Hmmm, well then. I'll just find you again! Simple and easy! Don’t you think?!”

You laugh alongside him, not having the heart to continue the conversation. But unbeknownst to you, Choji's light-hearted response hides a deeper concern. Choji may act childish, but he's not stupid. He knows that he's not perfect, and in fact, he's a very flawed human being who has done far more harm than he'd ever like to admit, and certainly not to his lover…

Thus, throughout the day, you would be subjected to Choji clinging onto you. Whether you like it or not, he becomes your shadow, sticking to you like glue. As for bathroom breaks? Well, sucks to be you, that's not going to happen without him hovering nearby like a mosquito.

You knew what this meant. Choji's playful manner masks the underlying fear of losing you, and he doesn't let you out of his sight. Whether it's following you to the kitchen or tagging along to every errand, Choji's constant presence lingering over your every move is both endearing and slightly overwhelming. He jokes and laughs, trying to keep the mood light, but you can see the worry in his eyes whenever he thinks you're not looking. It's clear that the thought of being without you is something he can't bear. Just thinking about how his life would be if you left was enough of a nightmare that he decides that possibility would never be considered.

Choji's answer remains constant, but don't let that fool.

ღ HAJIME UMEMIYA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

UMEMIYA is immediately alarmed by your question, pausing right in the midst of caring for his plants to turn to you with a rather distressed frown that deepened with every second. He jumps to grab your arm, perhaps in fear of you leaving right then and there, and asks with a nervous laugh, "Ahah… you're joking, right?”

…Was this supposed to be some kind of dare from Hiragi or Tsubaki?

And his grip will not loosen until you tell him every single detail, tenfold. Unlike the usual energetic demeanour he broadcasts to the world, Umemiya doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's worried, scared, terrified even, with all but the absolute worst scenarios surfacing in his mind. Were you being threatened in some way because of him? Or… was it something about him?

On the surface, he knows that you asked that question in a hypothetical sense, but that doesn't lessen his fear that it could happen, and your bringing it up helped trigger it. His past memories come right back to haunt him again.

And without thinking, Umemiya embraces you in a bone-crushing hug. "I-I don't know what made you want to say that. Please… Hit me, get mad at me, yell at me, hate me even, but please, don't ever leave me.”

His grip tightens around you, desperation evident in the way he clings to you as if you might vanish at any moment. You can feel the tremor in his hands, the rapid beat of his heart against your ear. It breaks your heart to see him like this, so vulnerable and afraid. You gently stroked his back, whispering soothing words to calm his frayed nerves. Slowly, his breathing steadies, and he relaxes a bit in your arms, but the fear in his eyes still remains. It's clear that the thought of losing you terrifies him more than anything else.

His mind races, no, refuses to accept the thought of you ever disappearing from him. His answer was clear. He was never going to let that happen, not without a reason for closure. And so, Umemiya's efforts to spend more time with you would only be further amplified from there. 

Waking up in the morning? Umemiya would be out your door soon enough with a bed-in-breakfast. Getting groceries? Umemiya will once again be there to be your personal bag-handler and bodyguard. You'd have to reassure him plenty in order to convince him that nobody is out to get you and that you aren’t in danger by any means. But even then, that was not going to work either, oh no. 

As the leader of Furin, Umemiya would make sure that you were protected at all times, sending only the best and closest friends to watch over you and make sure that you were safe. Sakura would snort and mutter under his breath, clicking his tongue, "that guy is overdoing it," only to receive a stern but anxious look from Nirei and a withering glare from Hiragi and especially, if in the presence of the man himself, Umemiya, would receive a look that could shoot literal bullets right into his skull.

How on earth could you tell him by that point that it was all a joke…?

ღ REN KAJI ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

Admittedly, KAJI does not think much of it as he continues to listen to his music with your head resting comfortably on his lap. What do you mean you're just going to leave? Without him? Impossible. 

He hums before going back to indulging his lollipop, which, by all means, was his solace. But later on, Kaji's mind drifts back to the question you asked. His eyebrows fold into two thinly knitted lines as he processes what could ever be your reasoning for asking such a thing. Not even the most relaxing of music could calm his mind as he begins to overthink every little detail of your relationship, replaying every conversation, every moment you've shared, searching for clues or hints he might have missed that made you want to think that.

The thought of you leaving gnaws at him—a rather unsettling and even unfamiliar feeling that he can't shake off no matter how hard he tries. Kaji debates with himself whether to bring it up with you again or let it slide, not wanting to seem insecure but also desperate for reassurance and that what he heard wasn't actually true.

His heart races with each passing thought, and he finds himself pacing back and forth while outside your school building, awaiting you to come out, trying to make sense of his swirling emotions. That is, until you ask him with a confused frown what he was doing.

He doesn't wait for a response but instead pulls you straight into his arms. Kaji grabs both your shoulders and apologizes. He stares right into your wide eyes, and he finally confesses, "If you disappeared… then I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

Kaji gulps in the air like someone who's drowned. He hardly even knew what to do with himself, just pondering the answer about a mere possibility. If that ever came to fruition, he'd be utterly lost. Though he guards his heart carefully, he's unrestrained with his body, whether for comfort or for pleasure.

He holds you firmly. Implacably. He will hold you all night if needs must, and throughout the day. His grip shifts to a tight hug as if trying to squeeze out all the sadness with his strong arms. "So please, don't."

With a heartfelt sigh, the tightness in your shoulders relaxed and you caressed his back with a gentle hand, all while comforting with your voice—the same voice Kaji grew to love with all his heart.

ღ HARUKA SAKURA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

Rolls his eyes. "What do you mean you're just going to disappear?" SAKURA clicks his tongue. "As if that's ever going to happen."

But in reality, despite his outward words, Sakura is far more concerned than he initially lets on. His composure can only stretch so far until he loses it. Quite literally. He may put on a brave face, but the thought of you vanishing haunts him. He starts by subtly interrogating your friends, your family, and anyone who might know something. His questions are cloaked in casual conversation—well, as casual as Sakura thinks—but the urgency in his eyes betrays his true feelings.

He becomes much more protective from then on, always by your side, watching you with a worried gaze that he often tries to mask. But you, in fact, do notice the change, the way Sakura hovers a little closer to you when he's, without exception, extremely volatile to physical touch, his touches lingering a little longer, and his blatant need for confirmation that you're not going to leave. 

Until, one day, out of nowhere, Sakura answered the question. "If you leave… then I won't stop until I find you. That's it," he muttered in a voice so low that you could hardly believe it, your eyes widening in surprise.

"Haru, could you say that again?" you asked, voice trembling with emotion.

“Huh?”

“Just now, could you repeat it?”

Sakura grumbled, scrunching his flushed crimson face into a grimace. "Y-You idiot!! I already said it!!!"

"But I want to hear it again…" you pouted, feigning sadness, making Sakura blush even further, his ears a deep crimson.

"Tch… I'm just telling you, if you disappear one day, I'm just going to find you, and I'll keep trying until I do."

ღ KYOTARO SUGISHITA ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

SUGISHITA is eerily silent. Usually, that wouldn't be as much cause for concern, but there was something different in Sugishita's expression that unnerved you. Disappearing? That was a joke, right? No… you probably meant something else. You did mention that you planned to go out to buy groceries later that week. Could it be because of that? Or perhaps…

Sugishita, in his inward panic, grabs your arm with a grip tight enough to completely cut off the blood circulation to the rest of your body. "You're… going to leave? How? …When? W-Why?"

You could see that Sugishita was becoming increasingly anxious, his mind seeming to be practically in another dimension. With a pat on his head, you reassure him that you meant it all as a hypothetical question and that you aren't going to leave by any means. But the damage had been done. Sugishita, being the worrywart, needed far more confirmation than just that.

And just like Choji, for the next few days, Sugishita would be watching your moves like a hawk, standing at your side, towering over you. His eyes follow your every move. His piercing eyes staring into your soul felt almost suffocating, but it was clear that he couldn't bear the thought of losing you, even for a single moment.

Umemiya, with his usual bravado, burst out into laughter as he claps Sugishita's flushed cheeks repeatedly, reassuring him once more that it was nothing but a mere misunderstanding and a curiosity for his answer on his part. Hiragi agreed, nodding his head along.

Nonsense, Sugishita thinks with a wry face. He will be the one to ensure your safety, replaced by a type of intensity that makes you feel, while protected, also slightly on edge with the burning stare that he insists on maintaining to keep watch, even when you shoo him away.

You knew that his actions came from a place of love from when you initially asked him that question, but even so, did you really need him to stand outside your classroom door…?

ღ JO TOGAME ─ ❀ °. ⁺ ♡

Your words would kick his mind into gear almost instantaneously. TOGAME's thoughts raced, his aloof demeanour spinning around in circles like a pertueral carousel as he considered the possibility. Togame eventually came to the harrowing conclusion that he wasn't enough for you, that you felt neglected, or worse, unhappy being with him. 

He stared at you, his eyes wide. "What do you mean by 'disappear'?" he asked, his voice trembling a bit despite his efforts to keep it steady.

Just the mere thought of that made his stomach churn and his chest tighten. He couldn't bear the idea of losing you, even if through the lens of a mere hypothetical question. Togame, usually so stoic and composed, felt his facade crumble before your very eyes. Regardless, he was still intent on proving his worth and winning you back, all in the name of rectifying whatever he had failed to do.

You could see the pure, unfiltered, raw emotion in his eyes, the sheer terror of losing you. "Oh no, Jo, I didn't mean it seriously! I was just curious," you said In hopes of smoothing him, but the worry etched on his face didn't fade.

"...it's not something I can just ignore," he said, voice growing firmer. "If you ever feel that way, if you ever think about leaving, please, talk to me first and we can communicate… Let me fix whatever is wrong. l, whatever it is. Because the thought of you not being in my life is unbearable…" He reached out, taking your hands in his shaky ones. “You want to know my answer? I would search for you everywhere, and do anything to bring you back. You mean far too much to me to just let you go…”

His vulnerability was laid bare, even to your own surprise, who didn't expect this from a mere question. But that’s just it. It wasn’t a mere question to him.

Togame would do anything to prove his love to you, to ensure that you never felt the need to ask such a question again. And in that, he certainly succeeded, because you would never doubt his devotion to you again, not that you did to begin with, but knew that it was a slippery slope and a topic to avoid when with him.

But, for good measure, after that conversation fiasco, Togame had taken up a new hobby. And you were more than happy until you realized what that "hobby" of his entailed, as friends or practically anybody who was an unfortunate passerby, would immediately notice a bodyguard-like figure constantly by your side. That is, until they saw the brute clinging onto you like a man desperate for even a whiff of your attention.

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[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “DID YOU JUST FAKE THAT, PRINCESS?”

WINDBREAKER BOYS + FAKING AN ORGASM. ft. yamato endo, kiryuu mitsuki, & kaji ren x f!reader

content: explicit smut (18+), fem! reader, overstimulation, squirting, praise (genuine & mocking), degradation, teasing, dumbification, mild humiliation + corruption + dacryphilia + choking, fingering, cunninglingus, muffled (panties), doggy, mating press, wall sex, endo is mean, usage of pet names

mdni - 2.9K wc ; whew it ended up super long ! i had sm fun writing this one <3 as always, individual warnings are below

YAMATO ENDO.

note: ooc, written before newer chapters were out, sorry >:

taking you like this has always been endo’s favorite way to ruin you. your pretty noises are muffled by the mattress, ass high and back arched in a futile attempt to ease the stretch of his cock. it’s so good, and he grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back to slam against his own. his pace is unrelenting, length able to reach the deepest parts inside your cunt as you squeal and tug at the sheets beneath you.

“promise i w-won’t do it again,” you crane your neck to gasp for air, apology coming out frantic and slurred, and your face burns when he laughs— laughs at your sincerity and at the way that your jaw falls slack at the slightest change in his angle. “you’re sorry?” his words come out mocking, relishing in the way your teary eyes clench shut as you try to fight the tension building up in your core— because you know good and well that you’re not allowed to cum until he says the word.

“yea, ‘m sor—”

“sorry’s not gonna cut it,” he spits, “gonna have to make up for it, pretty girl. try again.”

his hands come to push your back further down into the mattress, angling your ass higher for him to let him bully his cock into you harder. it’s so cute how endearing you are, teary eyes trying to focus and think despite the way his heavy cock is hitting so deep inside you, his pace as rough as ever and your head foggy and dizzy.

“i will,” you blurt, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap with each roll of his hips— “i will! i’ll make it up, please endo, ‘m gonna cum, i think ‘m gonna cum—”

“aw,” his tone is low and mocking, pace slowing down ever so slightly as his fingers come to wrap around your throat and apply pressure, “since you’re so cute, i’ll be nice today.”

“cum with me and i’ll let it go, yeah?” he pulls out, until just the tip is inside before he slams back into you. “gonna have to use your brain and match my pace.”

and you’re nodding as soon as the words leave his lips, not a trace of hesitation in the way your shaky hands come to spread your ass wider for him, just the way he likes it. endo feels his dick throb at just how cute you are, holding yourself wide open for him to ravage you as you blabber about how good he feels— how close you are to cumming.

“alrightt,” he lulls, “ready, doll?” his tone comes out amused, but you can’t tell, nodding so desperately as your hips start to jerk. in an instant, he’s picking up his pace, hitting so deep inside you that it makes your eyes roll back in your skull, endo fucking you completely senseless with each snap of his hips.

“e-endo—” you gasp when the hand around your neck moves to push your head down, allowing him to better leverage himself as he buries his cock into the spot that has you screaming. your eyes widen when he finally growls out the word, the word that lets the knot inside you snap as you gush around his cock, thighs reduced to a violent tremor.

“f-fuuck,” he groans when your walls squeeze and flutter wildly against him, his jaw clenching shut to grunt a “just like that.”

“that’s my fucking girl,” he slurs lazily, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you as your walls continue to flutter around the thickness, your chest heaving up and down from the intensity.

the praise makes your heart swoon even with your current state, eyes half lidded and heavy and your mind barely able to register the lewd noises coming from your dripping cunt.

“feel good now? making a mess all over me?”

“mmhm,” you nod mindlessly, tired arms reaching back to swipe at your cunt like clockwork. it was something endo had taught you the very first time he took you, and you’ve never failed to do it since. it’s usually about now when you collect the load that seeps out of your hole, and he’ll pull you onto his lap next, urging you to stick those fingers in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.

he’s addicted to how good the sight of you swallowing his cum makes him feel, cock throbbing and aching— picturing those pretty lips wrapped around his length again. it’s always enough to rile him up again and again.

your tired fingers rub between your folds, collecting the slick, but something’s different. “h-huh?” you stutter, head craning back to look at your hand. it takes you a moment, innocent eyes squinting as you inspect your fingers— there’s nothing besides your own slick.

“oh, fuck,” endo laughs loudly, “i can’t believe it.”

he grabs your arm roughly, earning a surprised yelp from you as he flips you onto your back, pressing your thighs flush against your own chest, his body hovering over you with a hunger that sends a shiver straight down your spine.

“still so fucking innocent, huh? thought you knew me better than that.”

“i-i don’t understand..” your voice trails off, face burning with embarrassment because he’s always being so mean to you. it takes you by surprise when you feel it slap against your clit, your gaze finally shifting downwards to see his cock— throbbing and slick with your juices, thick precum collecting at the tip.

he really didn’t cum.

“oh, dumb girl,” he coos, “did you forget our agreement?”

he wishes he had whipped out his phone to record the sight of you. it’s adorable, your pretty body folded into a mating press, teary eyes desperately looking up at him as you whine and complain that he tricked you, that’s he’s not being fair, but all he can think about is how he wants to ruin that pussy that you have so clearly on display for him.

he pushes his length inside you all at once, tip kissing your cervix as your head falls back, sobbing that’s it’s too much for you. “aww,” endo feigns sympathy, leaning forward until his face hovers right over the side of your neck, “it’s just too bad you didn’t do a very good job matching my timing.”

he licks a slow, deliberate stripe down your neck and sucks— sucks hard before releasing the skin with a pop to admire the mark he’s planted on you. “since you couldn’t do that for me,” he starts, fingers running along your waist, “you don’t have any other choice but to let me use this pretty body of yours, don’t you?”

“gonna fuck you so stupid— ‘till your brain’s too mushy to think up any more little tricks.”

KIRYUU MITSUKI.

“hey,” kiryuu slaps your cunt lightly, “i don’t remember teaching you to do that.”

his voice is gentle, almost unnervingly so as he pulls your back flush against his chest, hand coming to spread you open for him. “let’s try again.”

“j-just wanted more…kiryuu,” you whine when he’s slow to sink the first finger deep inside, pumping it in and out as his thumb comes to circle at your clit, the precision making your hips jerk and push against him.

“more?” his voice comes out directly besides your ear and it sends a strong shiver down your back, “you’re getting real greedy with me, princess.”

he obliges regardless, eyes gauging your reaction as he slips a second finger inside, pumping them a little faster into your cunt. “f-fuck…” you sigh, walls fluttering eagerly around his fingers when he begins to curl them against your walls.

“look— at the mess you’re making all over us.” your eyes shift downwards, face burning at the sight of his fingers, pretty hands coated in thick layers of your slick, the muscles of his forearms flexing with each curl of his fingers. “see?”

“that’s why i’m gonna take my time with you,” he coos, fingers curling against that spongy spot inside you that dots your vision with stars, “n watch your pretty pussy swallow my fingers like this.”

the lewd noises of his fingers fucking your cunt has you approaching your high, but you’re greedy for more— and knows that painfully well. he’s not any different, cock bulging tight under his pants and desperate to bury itself deep inside you, but not yet.

kiryuu fights back the smile that threatens to creep onto his lips when you gasp loudly at the stretch from a third finger slipping inside you, the thickness making your thighs tremble against his touch. “so pretty for me,” he lulls, “feeling good, huh?”

he loves watching your reactions, eyes intent on watching the way your expression contorts with pleasure, mouth slightly ajar to let out little pants and huffs, your own attention focused on how good his fingers feel inside you. he can tell you’re getting close with the way your thigh has started to tremble harder against his, hips occasionally jerking from the stimulation.

“you’re so good,” he coos, letting out a lazy grunt as his other hand comes to hold your face, “but no more looking. okay?”

his hand clasps over your mouth, your head tilting back to face the ceiling— and that’s when he switches. your head falls back on his shoulder when he’s suddenly he’s suddenly fucking you faster, fingers slamming into the most sensitive spots inside you. his thumb comes to rub roughly at your clit, drawing lewd moans from you as your thighs try and clamp together to fight the stimulation.

“i know, baby, i know—” his voice comes out calm, and he knows what you need. he knows how to work his fingers to make your head spin, knows this pace will have you whining that it’s too much, but he wants to see you cum. so he aims to pummel his fingers against that deep spot inside you, relishing in the way your thighs tremble violently in response.

“mmmp—!” your moans come out muffled against his hand, but he understands. “you’ll cum for me this time, won’t you?”

his hand leaves your mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting the two before he’s holding your thigh open for him, spreading you so he can thumb at your clit harder. “y-yes! ‘m gonna cum, f-fuck— kiryuu” you babble, eyes clenching shut and hands coming to squeeze at his forearms.

it’s too much. you find yourself right along the edge, eyes clenched shut because it’s just too much, but your cunt is eagerly swallowing his fingers whole, juices dripping down your thighs and his arms— “that’s right, you’re so good for me.” his voice comes out a little rushed, a little more breathless as he fucks his fingers into you.

“you can take this.”

all it takes is one more curl of fingers and his thumb to swipe over your clit to have you crying his name loudly, cunt spasming around his fingers as you gush all over him. you whine when he takes his fingers out, dragging them along your folds to watch the way your hips jerk at the overstimulation.

“that was better. see?”

he brings his fingers to your face, and you open your mouth in a daze, swirling your tongue lazily around each finger as he sighs contently, cock throbbing at the thought of your lips wrapped around his dick instead. “ahh… that’s so good.”

“you’re doing so good,” he whispers, “you can take another one. turn around for me, sweet thing.”

KAJI REN.

“thought i told you to be quiet,” kaji growls against your cunt, “not to fake it.”

“‘m trying—” you stammer, thighs trembling as your hands lay flat on the surface, your body bent over his desk as he eats you out from behind.

“what?” his voice ghosts against your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath, “needa be muffled?”

your face burns when he takes out your panties, wet from the way he was grinding his cock against your clothed cunt earlier. you got him so riled up— his mind still stuck on how irresistible you looked folded over his desk, his bulge nestled so nicely between the globes of your ass. he should have tossed you onto his bed next, get a good look at how his cock sits between your thighs when you’re in prone bone, then get you arching your back and pulling at the sheets for him because he always fucks you that good.

but you had to test his patience today.

“open.” he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, fingers subtly ghosting over your lips before his hands are back around your thighs, tugging on them to urge you to come closer.

"gonna teach you a lesson," he spits, and his mouth is back on your cunt in an instant, tongue coming to roughly lap at the slick that’s started dripping. your face contorts, thighs pressing together- but his rough hands are moving to keep you wide open for him.

kaji has always been messy, groaning directly into your cunt as he licks and sucks, eating you out with fervor until he knows your eyes are rolling back into your skull, lewd noises barely muffled by the tiny wad of fabric in your mouth.

he’s slurping loudly, licking and sucking on your clit, and he brings his tongue down to prod at your hole, eyes narrowing into a glare when you try and clench your thighs together. his hands come to hook around the front of your hips, yanking you roughly back until you’re flush against his face, his tongue deep inside your hole as he licks in every direction, fucking you on his tongue while you make those sinful noises for him.

“k-kaji,” your words come out slurred from the muffle, your saliva dribbling onto his table, “‘m close!”

“oh f-fuck,” you cry when two fingers are shoved deep inside you, lewd noises echoing in his room when he fucks them in and out of your cunt, his mouth coming to flick at your clit. it’s becoming too much, and you try to escape by going higher onto your toes— but he doesn’t let you.

“don’t you dare,” he warns with a low growl against your cunt, hand squeezing your thigh to keep you firmly planted against his face. “quit squirming and take it.”

the knot in your stomach is tightening, pushing you closer and closer as his fingers seem to reach impossibly further inside your cunt with each movement, beating against that sweet spot inside that has you moaning so loudly against your panties.

“a-ah—” your eyes widen when his tongue flicks over your clit perfectly, and the coil inside your stomach snaps in an instant, screaming into the fabric as your walls flutter over his fingers, gushing into his mouth as he groans and laps at your cunt messily.

your jaw goes slack even he begins to slows down, fingers leaving your walls empty and needy so he can bring them to his lips and suck on them, get a last taste of you before he’s sloppily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. your panties fall onto his desk, body reduced to a trembling mess.

and it’s everywhere. dripping down your thighs, coated over his entire hand— his face. if he was even trying to get it off of his mouth in the first place, it didn’t work.

“you’re fucking messy,” his voice is raspy when he leans over you, heavy cock pressing against your ass. “and we’re not done yet.”

there’s a deep, shaky groan from him when he first pushes his cock between your thighs, using your slick to get his dick wet. he’s throbbing by now, so desperate to be inside you, and it’s rubbing against your folds so nicely, tip nudging against your swollen clit each time he pushes forward.

“k-kaji,” you whine, “i wanna see you.”

his eyes widen a bit at the innocent request, your pretty face peering back at him with that fucked out look in your eyes— it’s cute. he’s gentle when his arms come to wrap around you, picking you up and pressing your back against the walls of his room.

“gonna make you cum over n over,” he grunts, sinking you slowly down onto his thickness. he’s always been harder to take in this position, cock practically splitting you open— and your sinful moans are going straight into his ear with the way you’ve latched onto his shoulders.

“you’re so big, kaji,” you gasp, “feels so good.”

“yeah?” his voice is low, breathless as he starts to slam his hips up into yours, tip prodding against your cervix each time he bottoms out. “you like that?”

“mhm,” your lips come to messily suck at his neck, and he groans loudly. “want more, kaji. please—”

"more?" he snarls, audible slaps echoing throughout the room from the way he's bouncing you even harder against his hips. "squirting all over my face wasn’t enough for you, huh?”

you grab at him to avoid falling from the roughness, arms tangled tightly around his neck to let him fuck you with pure strength, thickness spreading you so good as your slick dribbles down his balls.

"i better not hear you whining later that it’s too much.”

pt 2: suo, sakura, togame, & umemiya x f!reader

[heartkaji]

★ REN KAJI + BOYFRIEND TEXTS ?!

synopsis ꣑ৎ : random texts with kaji as your boyfriend ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

notes ꣑ৎ : had to make my own kaji smau cuz yall don’t understand him like i do 😣 enjoy my nonchalant king kaji ‧₊ ᵎᵎ

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[suashii]

— 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 ౨ৎ

suo hayato x f!reader. 1.9k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ mentions of assault ﾉ reader is called a derogatory name ( not by suo ) ﾉ a wee bit of fighting ﾉ savior suo :3 ﾉ eventual fluff!

“like i told you just now and countless times before, i’m not interested.”

it’s a sunny day, warm but not unbearably hot, though you’re finding it difficult to enjoy the weather with this unfortunately familiar man on your heels. he seems to catch you whenever you’re out walking alone, showering you with sugar-coated compliments and pestering you for a date until you reach your destination—usually too populated for his harassment to go unnoticed. how many “no”s will it take until one finally penetrates this guy’s thick skull?

apparently, today isn’t your lucky day either as the man has no intention of giving up. he slinks up to your side, closer than you’d like him to. the cologne he went heavy on this morning invades your nostrils and the frown you’ve been wearing since he set his sights on you today deepens with the unpleasant scent. “you’re real stubborn, you know. one date isn’t asking a lot.”

you stop in your tracks, a growl of frustration bubbling up from your throat. you’ve tried to let him down easy during all of your prior rejections but the soft approach has proven to be grossly ineffective. with your hands balled up into fists at your sides, you turn to face the man for what you hope is the final time.

“look, no means—” the rest of your sentence catches in your throat following an unexpected shove from the man. your eyes widen in surprise as you're pushed off of the main street into an alley shaded by the buildings surrounding it. “hey!”

the single word is all you’re able to get out before a hand slaps over your mouth to quiet you. you gulp down the nervous lump in your throat, eyes darting wildly in hopes of catching the attention of a passerby or finding an escape route.

“don’t get any ideas,” the man speaks up. he must have taken notice of your frantic gaze, took a guess at what thoughts were racing through your head. he smiles, though the expression is far from kind. it sends a wave of sickness to your stomach. “no one’s going to help you now.”

the threat is a rude awakening. as much as you hate to admit it, he’s right—you can’t rely on anyone to come save you. the realization stabs you with a shot of adrenaline and before you can even register what you’re doing, you jump into action.

you open your mouth and while the sweaty palm against your tongue is disgustingly unpleasant, you force yourself to bite down on the skin. a strangled noise fills the back street and the man yanks his hand away. he shakes it at the wrist, pain written over his face as you spit on the ground in an attempt to get the taste out of your mouth. you aren’t sure whether it was you biting him or the spitting but he levels you with an angry glare. “you bitch!”

you’re willing to ignore the insulting name if it means getting away unharmed but you aren’t able to make a run for it before another voice, one from a bit further away, chimes in. it keeps your feet glued to their spot in the alleyway.

“hey now, that's no way to address a lady.” you take a chance to peek around the body in front of you to get a good look at the source of the voice—a man with an eyepatch standing with his hands folded politely behind his back. despite the situation, a small smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “didn’t anyone in your life ever teach you proper manners?”

the man—the one who pushed you down here—turns around to face the new one. you can’t see either of their faces now but you’re willing to bet that the one who just approached is still smiling and that your assaulter is not returning the gesture. “who the hell are you? mind your business and get out of here.”

“i don’t think i can do that. after all…” the mysterious man tilts his head to the side, turning his focus to you. the intense look lingering in that chocolate cherry iris of his sends a chill down your spine. you feel like you’ve seen it—seen him—before. “you don’t want to be here, do you?”

you shake your head. “no.”

for the first time in a long time, the word seems to register as a complete sentence. “you heard her. we’ll be leaving, then.”

the man with the eyepatch holds a hand out in front of him, presumably for you to take. even the thought of walking past the other to get to him makes your fingers tremble. he doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go either.

“i told you, this is none of your business!”

the hand with the imprint of your teeth embedded in its palm quickly balls up in a fist and is raised as the man charges at the other. you helplessly hold your breath, watching the man who came to your aid stand still in his spot as if he couldn’t sense the impending danger of a fist flying at him. you’re almost sure it’s going to connect with his cheek when cooly moves to the side to dodge, a hand coming up to take a hold of the attacker's wrist.

in the blink of an eye, the predator becomes prey, his arm uncomfortably and forcibly folded behind his back. he yelps in pain or perhaps surprise at the change in dynamic, another identical sound snatched from his throat when he’s pushed against the brick wall. with a building on one side and the mystery man restraining him on the other, there’s nowhere he can go.

you can’t help but stand still in shock having witnessed what you just did. he moved at the speed of light and didn’t break a sweat while doing so. seeing him in action jogs your memory, allows you to recall all of the snippets of seemingly insignificant small talk and conversations you’d happen to overhear. you’ve heard of this man before, seen him walking the streets, and now you’re finally able to put a name to the face. he’s suo hayato.

though, the most surprising aspect of everything unfolding before you is how quickly the kindness drained from the man’s face, replaced by an expression much more serious, one that made it seem as though all the kindness he had to give had been expended. the smile he once wore is nowhere to be found and the gaze that had encouraged you only moments ago has hardened, turning from compassionate to merciless in just a matter of seconds.

“ow! get off—you’re going to break my arm!”

“oh? does it hurt?” suo asks. despite the nature of the question, there’s no true concern in his voice and he makes no effort to let up on his grip. “no more than you planned on hurting that girl, i’m sure.”

realization flashes in the man’s eyes—realization that he would have been better off letting you leave earlier, better off having not bothered you at all. any resolve he had bleeds away with his current position and suo’s words. “hey, man. i-i’m sorry.”

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

face still pressed against the rough bricks, the man’s eyes dart over to you. they’re frantic and filled with desperation, a stark contrast from the look in them when he thought he had you to himself. “i’m sorry. it won’t happen again—ever. i swear.”

the apology flies past his lips but you’re sure the only weight it holds is fear. still, if it means having him off your back, you don’t mind that the “sorry” is born from dread. you don’t accept it but you nod in understanding.

that seems to be enough for suo. with one hand on the man’s shoulder and the other still holding his arm behind his back, suo yanks the man away from the building. before suo lets him go, he leaves the man with a parting message. “keep your distance if you know what’s good for you.”

and with that, suo shoves the man out of the alleyway. he struggles to find his balance but as soon as he does, the man scrambles away and out of sight, leaving the two of you alone on the shaded side street.

separated from the bustle of the main road, a silence blankets the two of you. suo wipes his hands on his linen-clad thighs and your fingers awkwardly play with the hem of your shirt. 

“i’m sorry you had to see that,” suo speaks up, a smile returning to his lips. “are you okay? you aren’t hurt at all, are you?”

“i’m fine. thank you—for everything.” 

you offer him a bow in a show of your gratitude but he waves his hands and chuckles, his eye crinkling at the corner with his widening smile. “it was no problem, really.”

how humble, you think. you can’t say with certainty what would have happened if he didn’t show up when he did. a simple “thank you” is the least you can give him considering how he came to your rescue. though, it seems like even that is excessive in suo’s eyes.

“are you heading somewhere?” he asks. “i can walk with you, if you’d like.”

you highly doubt that man will be trying anything again and you’re sure suo thinks the same. he must sense that you’re still shaken up by the unsavory encounter and is offering to get you to your next destination with a little peace of mind.

“sure.” you nod. “i’m going to the cafe down the road.”

“after you, then.” he sweeps his arm out in a gesture for you to take the lead.

you step out of the alley and the sun’s rays beam down on you, warming your skin and restoring the calmness the day had met you with. suo’s presence beside you is a secure one, like a blanket you can snuggle into during a storm. the ease you feel around him can be attributed to the easy smile he seems to always wear.

well, almost always.

“i thought you were the nice one…” you mumble to yourself.

“what was that?” he asks, confusion swimming in the eye that stares at you.

“sorry!” you hadn’t meant for him to hear that. thinking out loud, you suppose. “it’s just that, i think i’ve heard of you before. your name is suo, right?”

he nods. “seems like i forgot to introduce myself. suo hayato.”

then it is him, you aren’t mistaken. most of the things you’ve heard about him hold true—the eyepatch, the smile, his fighting abilities. people must have left out the part you witnessed back there—how the gentleman next to you could turn into someone so unforgiving in the blink of an eye.

though, it’s because of that switch that you’ve found yourself safe and sound. suo’s been nothing but kind to you and you think that’s deserving of proper thanks.

“suo, are you busy at the moment?” you ask him, voice laced with hope.

“no.” a soft smile accompanies his answer but you can tell that your unexpected question has led to some curiosity. “why?”

you stop and turn to him, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. “would you like to join me for tea? my treat.”

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[ccraccz]

Hello, may I request some fluff headcanon for suo hayato and ren kaji

Can you please write about their first kiss headcanon, confessing to their crush or they ask for holding their crushes hand

Sorry if there's too much 😔

OFC OFC SWEETS!!!

WARNING: ASSUALT ON REN'S HC, SORRY SWEETS T^T

Your Lips on Mine

SUO HAYATO

He's be the one that initiates the kiss

you had to have gone to at least 4 to 5 dates and have been talking for a while to be able to kiss him, or for him to want to kiss you

it would be after a date with him, walking back to your place and stopping in front of your door

he, of course first asks you for a kiss

The first kiss would be soft and long, gentle lips on yours not moving but still pressed up against yours in such an adoring and endearing way that it takes your breath away

When it ends, he smiles at you and kisses your forehead as you register what just happened.

"Thank you so much for today, Suo..." You mumble, a small smile gracing your face.

"Of course, you make my day much more brighter," He smiles back. When you turn around to go into your place, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn around, curious as to why he stopped you from going into your place. The male was smiling, a small blush that was disguised from the darkness of the night. He looks down to your lips, before looking back up to your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, making your eyes go wide and skin flush under the light you're in.

"Y-Yeah..." you whimper, licking your lips as he gets closer to you, getting under the street light in front of your place.

He brings his hand up to your cheek, tilting his head to the side, he presses his lips to yours, closing his eye in the process. You close yours and relish in the feeling of being so close to each other for the first time other than hugging. His lips are soft against yours as they move lightly, leaving you breathless and relaxed after he pulls away. The feeling of his lips still on your lips as you look at him with lovestruck eyes and a bright pink blush on both of your cheeks, the street light illuminating your bodies flickers on and off before he sends you back off to your home with a kiss to your forehead.

REN KAJI

It was after a fight

you have both been dating for around 2 months?

You had been walking home from school, and ren was walking around with his group on patrol like they always do near by

a group of guys pulled you away when you passed an alley, and the group had heard your scream

confused and worried, since they didn't get to see who was being attacked, but by the voice it was a female

rushing towards the alley where they believed that the alert had come from, they found you being surrounded by a couple of older and bigger men

and one of them was touching what was not his

groping what was not his

when Ren heard your voice yelling at the group of men, he only saw red

It was after he and his group pulled the men off of you and beat them up did he see you with clear eyes

you had tears in your eyes, legs shaky and hands covering the lower part of your face before you ran towards him, wailing in worry and grabbing his pretty, but beaten face and giving him a quick, but fat, kiss to show your appreciation.

Standing away from the scene before you, your dear boyfriend was standing with his group, knuckles bloodied and faces bruised and scratched due to the scuffle they had to go through to help you. You had covered your mouth and watched in shock as you saw a whole different person beat those men who were just being disgusting.

When the fighting stopped, Ren turned around to look at you, forgetting that you were there as a witness. He suddenly started freaking out, scared that because of this situation, you would leave him. He reaches his hand towards you, opening his mouth and letting his lollipop drop to the floor, chattering in the process. The guys in his group saw what was happening and decided to leave the scene, they knew this could go two ways, and they were hoping for the good ending.

"[name]... I-" he muttered before you ran up to him, tears finally falling from your eyes as you grabbed his face and brought his lips onto yours harshly, eyes shut tightly. His eyes were wide open, shocked at the forwardness of your movements before relaxing.

His lips were soft, tasting of the sweet strawberry lolli that was now on the floor, but they were also busted because one of the guys had punched him directly in the face as retaliation. The impact of your body on his made him loose balance and fall on his butt on the floor, with you on top of him.

When you let go, he was blushing and shocked at the same time, as he grabbed your face and cleared your falling tears before bringing you in for another kiss.

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You can tell that my juices started flowing on Ren's- Woops, HOPE YOU ENJOY THOUGH SWEETS!!!!

Also, sorry for not posting yesterday... I was taking a small break lolol, summer schools been kicking ass T^T

[floxtingdrm]

𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝? 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗."

𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎: FLUFF (kind of?) 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Kiryuu Mitsuki 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: WB boys with a reader who likes to take photos. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: OOC characters, reader being kind of a creep? (lol this was better in my head until I started writing)

You liked capturing people’s best moments, the unexpected moment that just somehow clicked, the expressions that you probably never knew they could make, those moments are precious because it might be a while before you could see them again. 

So then, how did it go from you taking pictures of people who smile, flowers dancing in the wind and Ume-san’s plants to a boy who does nothing but make you question your feelings every two minutes?

Is it the boy who stands out from the crowd and always has your back in every situation you might encounter? Hearing his name brings a smile to your face and an indescribable feeling of warmth envelopes you, seeing his smile freezes you like a deer in headlights staring in awe, what was he doing to someone who doesn’t know how to react around him?

You picked up the photo cards you took with your portable camera and sighed disappointedly at yourself, why were you acting like a creep taking photos of him like this? Maybe it was his fault for being so pretty in the first place, making your heart speed up ever so often when he looked in your direction at the right time.

Click

There goes your hands as another photo of him was taken once more, more often than not these photos of him would never have had him looking directly at the camera, no, these were usually secretly taken just like almost every other photo you’ve taken so far. 

“ Can I have a look?”

You yelped at his sudden approach seeing as the boy rarely ever got close to you or even talked to you, most of the time he would just be a head of the group with Nirei and Suou following behind, talking to each other and you at the back of the group quietly observing them. So then how come he’s right next to you, staring at your hands which hid the photo of him?

“If you’re gonna take pictures of me, at least be sneaky about it.”

You’re weird if you think he wouldn’t notice you snapping those shots ever so often, he knows, he just doesn’t know how to bring it up.

The first few times you did it he was pretty annoyed, and you can’t blame him knowing how people treated him before he moved into town.

He still hasn’t warmed up to it just yet, expect him to jump like a cat if you happen to turn on the flash.

Don’t expect him to let you even be close enough to take a photo of him when he fights, it’s “not that he’s clumsy or that he wants to protect you” but that “you might get hurt getting too close, stay next to Nirei”.

Do expect him to subtly show off a bit once he learns that most of your photos are of him (don’t ask how he knows, no don’t ask Nirei either-).

Probably gets super red, like unnaturally tomato Ume-san planted grade red, because he doesn’t get this many flattering photos of himself and is actually loved.

“Oh, I guess they’re not too bad…”

Bless his soul because my boy never thought he would have someone love him inside out, swear that you’ll never leave as well.

Will try to get used to being photographed by you at the most unexpected moment.

If he ever comes across that one album you dedicated to him only, I pray you have ear plugs and can run faster than him (you probably won’t) because not only will you hear screaming but he will ask questions as well (unless you can answer why).

Does he take you out on photogenic dates? Probably not, will he try to? Yes he will, love this boy.

He loves it if you try to share your interest with him, even if he might be clumsy and deny that he’s interested, do share it with him because he wants to learn more about you.

“ Focus on someone else other than me won’t ya!?” (Don’t do it, he’s just flustered)

Despite hiding in one of the remote places of town and rarely ever meeting him, somehow this strange boy caught you at the worst time ever while you were organizing your end of the day picture hauls. The boy who goes to Furin, your neighbor who saved your ass from those idiot bullies, the strangely open yet unreadable Suo Hayato. So how are you gonna explain why you have his photos plastered all over your albums?

“You’re not very good at making it hard for me to notice.”

One thing everyone doesn’t seem to say out loud is how good his reflexes are and how he seems to pay attention to his surroundings super well, he just pretends he doesn’t notice you and your camera clicking at him 70mph-

You could have sworn he left the area before organizing your photos, but it seems Suo was just a lot more careful than you thought.

Doesn’t entirely have a problem with you taking photos of him, just don’t be creepy about it.

You taking a photo of him in secret suddenly became his new pastime when he can spot you from your hiding spot, like where’s Waldo but a version you really don’t like.

He doesn’t mind if you take pictures of him while he’s in a fight, but do be careful and keep a safe distance.

“Somehow, you always seem to catch my good sides..” 

Boy before dating if he knew you were into him he’s a tease, but make it official and you might never hear the end of it when you’re both alone.

Always prepared when you plan to take a picture of him when he’s looking goofy or just dumb in general, like him being forced to eat nato by his classmates.

Kinda unfair that you can’t take stupid photos of him but he can take stupid photos of you, and loving makes an album for it as well.

Took you out on a few restock hauls for your polaroids and other things, but other than that unlike Sakura who probably can’t tell much of a difference between flowers, he does take you out on photogenic dates.

Likes to help you organize your pictures at the end of the day, which also usually means lots of teasing when he skims over the pictures you took of him.

“Awww, I didn’t mean to tease so much, honestly, but I have to admit seeing you like this is so cute.”

He knew you as the freelancing photographer, since your social media posts kind of suggest you were one, lots of people including his classmates seemed to have been given photo cards of themselves by you, everyone but him. But it wasn’t as though you never took photos of him, because you did ask for his permission a couple of times already. 

“How mean of you, don’t keep letting me get my hopes up.”

Unlike the other boys this one will bombard your dms asking for his photocard, and in turn your response was ‘I’ll give you it soon!!’ while freaking out because you haven’t found the perfect picture of him yet or he was just so pretty in all of them you don’t know what to choose.

You two probably have this celebrity and paparazzi relationship where he starts wearing more drip and you’re taking so many photos of him, though he does kind of get disappointed when he doesn’t see the photos.

Had jokingly asked if you would become his personal photographer and take pictures of him only, you had to hold yourself back with all the fiber in your body from saying “yes”- (why hold yourself back tho-)

Tries to not get into fights whenever you’re around, like you can’t get any of his fighting photos just because of how good he became at avoiding fights whenever you’re around.

“How come you show everyone but me?”

The first thing he did when become yours was stealing that album full of his pictures, and then pointing out what he was doing when you took it.

Takes your camera and makes YOU become his model, your clothes? His clothes? It don’t matter, you are posing and he is taking those pictures, won’t post them without your consent, don't worry.

Does use the fact you won’t show him his photos as teasing material or playful counter arguments.

So many photo and shopping dates, he’s probably the one who takes you out on the most dates, and honestly it brings a smile to his face if you’re enjoying the dates.

“Psst, just like that… got it! Look how pretty you are!!”

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙢!

[ladybyakuya]

are we still friends? + (ren kaji, hayate suo, umemiye hajime, sakura haruka)

cws. | gn!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, sorta character study, fluff, angst, comfort. | redirect to blog navigation.

syn. | How do they react to confession when the feelings are mutual?

notes. | Will there be part two? who knows? but for now please have these. I forgot how to write smut so I'm writing fluff. 

☆ Ren Kaji: Ren does not like talking or listening so he pretends that he can not hear and with his headphones on it's easier to convince but when you specifically ask him to take it off so that you could talk it annoys him. He rarely takes his headphones off since it was a gift from someone. So all he does is to take the lollipop out of his mouth and say, "You can talk. I am not listening to anything," It really irritates you but you do not wish to act on it right now. He has started to grow a little too comfortable with your presence around him and maybe. . .just maybe it's time to create a ripple in his stagnant heart. At the rooftop of the school, where gentle breeze and sunlight prevails you say you like him and watch his eyes go bigger. He takes off his headphones with utmost haste demanding, "Say that again," but now it is your turn to annoy him. All your comebacks are full of: "no." , "Did you not listen when i said once?" , "This is why i told you to take your headphones off," and so on. You are so engrossed in conversing with him that you fail to notice his swift motion of leaning and planting a kiss on your cheek. Your lips cease to move for a while yet it is ever so quick and swift that it happens within a blink of your eyes. "Okay, I'll say it for you then," Ren says. Gulping and continuing, "Y/n likes Ren Kaji. and I like you too." in one breath and just vanishes out of your sight. The next few days he is spotted sleeping at unusual times because he has spent sleepless nights regretting why he did not take his headphones off.

★ Hayate Suo: Suo has known for a while that you like him. Well, he is not too sure but he always had a pretty good idea when it comes to emotions. He has probably known even before you that you could harbor feelings for him so when he hears the rumors from other students he does not react much except with some snarky comments to shut those rumors with his sickly sweet saccharine smile. But hearing it from you, at some secluded place near the bike stand of the school is certainly is out of the syllabus for him. At first, he does not know what to say, what to do, or how to react but when your eyes slowly look up to meet him the first thing he thinks if you did it because of rumors or some sort of dare. If so, then both are wrong. He thinks confession should come when it's time not when it is influenced by others. So, all he says is: "I know." eyes blinking a little too much, unable to consider you as his focal point. " I've known for a while." And then, he asks for some time to think about it which is unexpected because from what you have heard he has rejected every other proposal that came his way. You came prepared to be rejected when you decided to confess but this goes out of the syllabus for you too. So, you end up thinking if this is his new way of tormenting people who like him but he really needs time to properly think because he thought there is no way he thought you would like him back. He does not want to hurt you. That goes against his morals. He could feel his cheeks being warm, ears too, palms tucked behind his back cold, and rapid heart rate. "So, this is how it feels to be confessed."

☆ Umemiya Hajime: Being an older brother to everyone has never been a bother until he developed a gut wrenching crush on you or that is how he would like to put it. Not only that, you have developed quite a friendship with Kotoha ever since you started helping her out in her resturant. You are probabaly same age as her which makes things a little more complicated. Was it not enough that you might be under the impression that Kotoha is his girlfriend? Like most other people; But thanks to Sakura for clearing that confusion up. Still. . .still he feels his heart twist whenever he visits the resturant. All he does is to silently watch you. He could have easily creeped you out if you had not developed a crush on him. When Umemiya's visits became you became a little bold, like talking to him, asking about his day, exchanging numbers but never have been alone with him. He always comes with his band of boys. It denifitely nice to hear him laugh, talk and sometimes steal sneaky glances but it does not help with the wave of emotions he makes you feel. So, one day when the door bell chimed and as usual you said, "Welcome" looking in the direction of entrance ceasing your chores all you could do is stare for a moment since the customer is none other than Umemiya Hajime and he is all alone. So, you repeat again, "Welcome Umemiya-san." tearing your gaze away from him. "Kotoha is busy. Should I let her know that - he cuts you off with," i'm not here for her today." sipping water ever so slowly from the glass you just served on the coaster. Is he nuts? is he really doing this? Right now? why is he not freaking out? or maybe he is, internally, just like you. "I'm here for you today." And, when he confirms you turn around to get a proper look. 

"I see," you say.

"You didn't answer my call so i had to come here," Umemiya remarks. 

"so, you are here to scold me?" Umemiya's heart drops in some bottomless pit. He did not mean it to come out this harshly. He is just tensed, especilly after how you texted last night : "I like you Umemiya-san." 

"did you check your phone after last night?" and to that you just nod. You do not want to and who honestly would after confessing to the brightest star. You are so out of league from him. Umemiya smiles. "I see," he speak softly. He gets up and then he is about to leave but just before exting the door he says, "Please, check you phone."

★ Sakura Haruka: Sakura has a habit of talking, and going on and on about it unless someone interrupts. If possible, he would talk in one breath. So, when you say that you like him he dismisses it as a joke. "quit kidding. Nobody likes me. y'know that. . ." And there goes your probably hundred-and-fifth confession. He never takes it seriously no matter how serious you try to be Sakura manages to bungle up your intentions so quick yet you can not seem to blame him. If anything he is too honest, so often he comes as rude and obnoxious but his intentions are so pure that sometimes it makes you think can a person be this stupid? But this time when you confessed you thought this would go in the usual direction; him dismissing it as a joke but this time when he looks at you he is faced with something new, something he is not good at handling. "you. . . are you crying?" And it dawns on you how heavy your heart has become with his oblivious nature. all those "I like you-s." never reached his heart, only his head. You quickly wipe away your tears and try to cover it up with the most brilliant lie ever to exist. "It's just dirt." given his oblivious nature he is supposed to buy but he is asking questions again. "You. . . all these time. . . were serious?" Yes, you absolute dimwit. You can not even nod to confirm his thinking. You swallow hard trembling lips parting to speak and you are met with his chest with his arms wrapped around you. " I-I ... was told that if you like someone...you can hug them... y'know when they ...say they ...like you," he starts to stammer and it creates a swarm of laughter arises from your stomach. "Whoever told you that must know a lot about dating," you say having a fair idea who it might be.

[getonite]

WINDBREAKER (SATORU NII) DRABBLE

f!reader ; this was supposed to be like two paragraphs of a scenario, not a while drabble. but i love hayato suo and all of windbreaker, so...

hayato suo is the type to walk into furin or kotoha's cafe littered in lipstick stains on his face, but he acts like it's nothing. sakura's face is the color of one, and nirei mirrors it, though they both stare intently at him.

the only one to speak up is kotoha and she's like, "you've got a little...something, on your face. specifically, lipstick."

and suo will be like, "oh! do i?" his signature bright ass smile is on his face as he acts like: (1) he didn't ask you to do it and (2) that he was completely unaware of the bright red lipstick pressed to his lips, cheeks, and neck. "ah~i guess my pretty girl got carried away."

"p-pretty girl?" nirei stumbles.

hayato would rest his face on his propped up arm. "mhm, my girlfriend silly!"

"GIRLFRIEND?!"

"a girlfriend, huh?"

"YOU, HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!?"

"of course, i, have a girlfriend sakura-san," he has a smile on his face, his eyes shut and mouth curled tightly upwards, "what is that supposed to mean, hm?"

by no means is suo ugly, but his personality is not something any of the furin boys thought would be dateable. sakura turns away, not opening his mouth anymore, just sitting across from suo with blush etched on his face.

the bell to the cafe rings and the three boys sitting at the table look at the door. "speaking of girlfriend..." hayato whispers.

kotoha, nirei, and sakura look to see you, who has got to be the prettiest girl in town. the boys jaws are wide open and hayato only laughs as he stands up to greet you. "you were being serious?!" sakura says with shock.

hayato frowns, turning to face him. "did you think i was lying?"

"yes."

"kinda."

"sorta."

"hey, that's not very nice!"

[yueliie]

🎐.お茶 — don't ignore me ft kaji ren

୨ৎ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : how your boyfriend, kaji do to get you to pay more attention to him and not your book?

୨ৎ — ♯ GENRE : fluff, fem!reader, short fic

୨ৎ — ↠ NOTE : this fic is dedicated to my friend, mii @kajibunny I know that I'm really late but I found out that a few days ago was your birthday unless my eyes were tripping me so I wrote this fic with you in mind <33 it's pretty short but next time, it will be longer when it's your birthday again!! no proofread cuz I wrote this is like 30 minutes or so. my first time writing kaji ayee, hope he isn't too ooc? ANYWAYS HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MII, HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS FIC 🫶

୨ৎ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, its help to motivate me, thanks for your support~

୨ৎ — ♭ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ... : don't ignore me ft kaji ren

It was in the evening when you were staying at home that day, no one was home for the night so it was just you and your boyfriend, Kaji who stayed over to keep you company.

Though he did got your parents' permission but deep down, you know him; he was worried about leaving you on your own at home where there is no one to defend you but of course he won't admit that out loud. You appreciate his thoughtfulness though, it was more than enough to just have him by your side. He always makes you feel safe when he is around.

Ater having some dinner, you soon found yourself sitting down on the couch with a book in hand. You started reading this bl book that you bought a while back and didn't have the time to read it until now, flipping through page to page as you lean your back on the cushions.

That was when Kaji joined you, he was wearing some t-shirt and some loose pants.

"Hey, (name)"

"Mmm...?"

"Is that book interesting?"

"Yeah, pretty interesting"

"Hmm..." He leaned on your shoulder, pressing you against the sofa which you didn't question and keep on reading the book anyways. You were glad that he wasn't one to judge when it's come to your personal interests but after a few minutes passed, he spoke again "Hey, (name)"

"Yeees?"

"Mind if I switch on the TV?"

"Oh, sure, go ahead"

He grabbed the remote control and switched the TV on. You couldn't help noticing him flipping back and forth between music shows and sport shows to which you were confused, nothing really catching his interest?

But then, without a warning, he put his head on your lap.

"What's up?" You turned to look at him, puzzled by his reaction.

He grumbled, averting his eyes from making eye contact with your (colour) ones "Nothing but you're ignoring me..."

Oh lord almighty, is he... what you're thinking he is doing...?

"Kaji..." He immediately put his headphones on to which you bursted out giggling, brushing your fingers through his hair "Aww, baby I'm sorry"

"Shut up" He cursed with his ears turning that familiar shade of light pink.

"Alright alright...I won't ignore you from now on, you have my full attention starting now...yeah?"

"...mhm"

Your boyfriend is still very reluctant on asking for attention openly since it's so embarrassing to do so...please pay more attention to him especially when he is trying his best to express his affection for his sweet girlfriend.

© yueliie 2024. do not steal, copy, repost, edit, translate or use my works.

[sukirichi]

togame jo x gn! reader | drabble

；746 wc

；just a lil something for him <3 gn! reader but togame says we have a pretty face + reader wears glasses

In the bustling sessions of classes between 45 minute breaks, and the afternoon rush, you found yourself in a predicament. You’d already told yourself crossing the nearby town wasn’t the greatest idea. It was a good fifteen minute walk away, and if you were lucky enough ― which you weren’t ― the line at your favorite cafe wouldn’t be too long. Clearly, such luck was not on your side. Not only did your professor dismiss you late, but the cafe was packed to the brim when you arrived. You had approximately twenty more minutes to run back if you wanted to reach your next class.

You sighed internally. The things you’d do for good coffee.

Fumbling through your bag for your ID, you were unaware of the world around you. Your glasses, perched precariously on the edge of your nose, threatened to slip off with every hurried movement.

“Whoa, whoa!” A voice cut through the cacophony of city sounds and your ragged breathing, and before you could react, a collision sent your glasses tumbling to the ground. Panic seized you as you heard the unmistakable sound of your glasses hitting the pavement ― the world before you becoming a big, indistinguishable blur.

“Shit,” you exclaimed, crouching down in a frantic search. Your vision was a blur without the lenses, and your hands fumbled over the rough concrete.

“Oh. Damn. Here, let me help.”

The voice was back, closer now, and gentle hands joined yours in the search. Together, you scoured the ground, fingers brushing against each other in the race to find the lost glasses. You cleared your throat every time your skin brushed against the stranger’s. Their hands were large, almost like paws, with rough, calloused palms. Even his voice was deep, a little gravelly, like he’d just woken up.

After what felt like an eternity, a soft “aha!” echoed as the stranger triumphantly retrieved the glasses. “‘Believe this is yours.”

You let out a relieved sigh, taking the glasses with trembling hands. “Thank you so much,” you managed, your heart still racing from the unexpected chaos. Cup of coffee in your other hand, you were thankful you hadn’t dropped that, otherwise the entire trip to this part of the city would be a complete, utter waste.

The stranger chuckled softly. “No problem at all. You okay?”

“Yeah, just a bit shaken.” You pushed your glasses back into place, finally able to see clearly. When your eyes focused on the person beside you, a jolt of surprise ran through your body ― akin to being zapped awake.

Whoa.

The stranger was stunning. He had a disarming smile, warm eyes that crinkled at the corners, and an effortless charm that made your heart skip a beat. He was tall, and had broad shoulders ― so wide and square he completely shielded the view behind them. On those muscles lay a yellow jacket with white outlines, matching his golden-tinted glasses that did little to hide his mischievous ― and amused ― gaze.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, voice laced with genuine concern. “I should have been more careful.”

“It’s alright,” you replied, feeling warmth trail upwards your neck. Nervous, you begin fiddling with your glasses, looking at anywhere but him. “I wasn’t paying attention either."

The handsome stranger grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, now that we’ve survived the great glasses debacle, ‘think I can have your name?”

Your grip on the coffee tightened, heart beating fast even without the caffeine. You tell him your name, and bite your lip, hesitant yet pushed by curiosity. “And yours?”

“Jo,” he drawls out in that appealing, lazy manner. “Togame Jo. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here though. ‘Would’ve recognized a pretty face like that if I did.”

You blow out a puff of air from your cheeks. Was it suddenly feeling hot in here? Yes, it was ― no, it didn’t. Togame Jo looked comfy enough in his jacket to feel the heat.

“I’m not from here. I’m from the other side ― I just come by here for coffee.”

“Ah, from Furin,” he nods to himself, smirking one last time before turning away with a mock-salute. “Come by again, stranger. Maybe I’ll be the one buying you coffee next time I see you.”

Pushing your glasses back up to your nose, you search for your phone through your bag and mark the next break you’d have ― a coffee date with Togame Jo.

This time around, you’ll make sure to not drop your glasses.

[hxnbi]

⸻ ɞ how they would show their love ﹒﹒wind breaker boys

꒷꒦ pairings: haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, hayato suo, jo togame, toma hiragi, choji tomiyama, ren kaji, kyotaro sugishita x gn. reader (separate)

did i wound up going overboard with all the characters i like and proceed to write over 2k words? yes. am i going to stop? never

HARUKA SAKURA | 桜 遥 ─ ♬﹒♡

Attempting to flirt with a guy like SAKURA, or even show any kind of affection, is already beyond hopeless, for the second you approach him with the intention of initiating affection, regardless of what it is, his entire face goes crimson. The guy's flushed face is redder than a traffic light, you like to say, only to then get a mouthful from Sakura that he isn't blushing, and it's just that the weather feels hot. It’s not him. So stop looking at him like that!

Yeah, right. Hot in the middle of the damn winter.

Sakura loves and shows affection through his actions, most of them somewhat unintentional and subconscious. He might brush a stray hair from your face while you're eating together, make sure you're walking on the inside of the sidewalk, or quietly leave your favourite snacks where you can find them—only to then flush into a deep crimson when you bring up his romantic gestures. Because to him, he really doesn't think before he acts, and yet does so tenderly when with you and you only.

It's these small gestures that speak volumes about his feelings for you. And lord take mercy on anyone who decides to poke fun at you or comment on a singular "bad" thing about you. Whoever makes fun of you or even dares to comment on what he deems as poorly about you and your delightful character is in for a world of hurt. He can and he will throw hands. Sakura's protective side surfaces, and he will immediately start burning up like a wildfire you can't put out, ready to defend your honour at a moment's notice, even if that means firing back against his own gang members and friends.

HAJIME UMEMIYA | 梅宮 一  ─ ♬﹒♡

The physical manifestation of a lovebug. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, and more—you name it. Did I mention that he loves, loves, loves physical affection? UMEMIYA is all over you, to the point where you can hardly move whenever his arms encircle you, just like a little cuddly bear. It certainly gets more than a little awkward when the other Furin members are around, watching your and their leader's affectionate moments and PDA happen in real-time, but Umemiya doesn't care. If anything, he’s all for it! That just means that others will for sure know that you’re taken and you're his.

His love is open, unrestrained, unabashed, and utterly shameless, a stark contrast to his model demeanour as the leader of Furin. How this guy can act like this and also beat people half to death is beyond comprehension in their eyes. And as the leader of Furin, he's also like your protector. You would never need a bodyguard when you have your boyfriend by your side at all times of the day, one way or another. He's there from dawn to dusk, from sunrise to sunset. His presence may be both comforting and overbearing at times, yet you wouldn't trade his ceaseless companionship for the world, knowing he'll always be there, and likewise, you'll always be there for him. 

HAYATO SUO | 蘇枋 隼飛  ─ ♬﹒♡

SUO is calm and calculating, his sharp mind is always a step ahead of others, but most importantly, he's loyal to a fault. His ability to anticipate your needs and understand your emotions without you saying a word is both a blessing and a curse. Suo is intelligent but arguably one of the most mysterious guys in Furin. A complete "stick in the mud," Sakura would say with a peeved expression of distaste. He can read you like a book, which can be irritating at times—the way that he purposely acts like a know-it-all, all with the intention of pissing you off that day—all the while keeping his own thoughts private. While you appreciate his attentiveness, his tendency to withhold his own feelings can be frustrating, especially during the times when you need his emotional support the most. 

Despite this, Suo's actions speak volumes about his devotion. There was more in his mind than you originally thought of him. Suo might not verbalize his true feelings often, often masking them feom under his aloof facade and honeyed words, but his loyalty ultimately shines through in the little things he does for you. Because when it matters the most, Suo is there, all behind that expression of his. His faint, knowing smile and just the air that surrounds him only deepen your curiosity about what was behind that eyepatch of his. But only you could see the vulnerability hidden beneath his composed exterior, his silence often hiding a plethora of emotions that not even words could ever fully begin to express.

JO TOGAME | 十亀 条 ─ ♬﹒♡

If Umemiya is considered protective over you, TOGAME is even more so fiercely vigilant in his watch over you. At first glance, he appears stern and unapproachable—it certainly was to you—with his glasses covering the hearts in his eyes. However, once you got to know him, you discover a sensitive, caring guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. And that is precisely who Togame was.

His affections are subtle but deeply felt. He remembers the most minor details about you that many would either forget or deem as not important, but not to Togame. From your favourite book to the way you like your tea, he's always there to lend a hand or offer a quiet word of encouragement when you need it the most, and his protective nature means he's always looking out for potential threats, ensuring your safety without ever making a fuss about it. All your pretty little head needs to worry about is feeling cherished and loved.

TOMA HIRAGI | 柊登馬  ─ ♬﹒♡

If there's even a slight chance that someone or something even laid hands on you with the intention of hurting you, HIRAGI would never in his life let that happen, even if it meant using his own body as your shield. He knows that being in a gang attracts a lot of enemies, and through that, increases the possibility of putting you in danger. Because of that, Hiragi is always on high alert. And if he’s not around, he’ll either ask Sugishita, Umemiya or “Othello-kun” to help out and ensure your safety. Why they even bother to accept his request is beyond me, but his concern for you was always evident, and they knew that. Hiragi puts your safety above all. You hate that he puts himself at risk, but you can't deny the comfort his presence brings.

Hiragi’s anxiety manifests as hyper-vigilance, which can sometimes backfire when you become hyper-sensitive and worry about his health. Your love for each other goes deep, as, despite his protectiveness, there are times when Hiragi needs your comfort, too. He's practically a bundle of nerves all, for better or not worse, wound into a singular individual, partly due to Umemiya's constant nonchalance, which only heightens his anxiety. You often find yourself being the one to soothe him, reminding him to breathe and take it one step at a time. His commitment to your safety and peaceful life away from all the chaos he is entrenched in is firm as a rock, even if it means pushing his own limits to ensure that happens.

CHOJI TOMIYAMA | 兎耳山 丁子  ─ ♬﹒♡

His constant mood swings are something that you were well aware of when you started seeing the boy, for sure, but CHOJI's love for you is undeniable. No one could ever doubt that. Not even Togame, who witnessed firsthand how devoted Choji was whenever in your presence. It was refreshing, in a way, to see Choji like that. To be truly carefree and unburdened and not compelled by the turmoil in his own mind. He wasn't driven to seek solace in conflicts and fights or to find joy and his longing for “happiness.” For whenever he found himself in your company, happiness was not just a possibility but an inevitability.

He's always ensuring, whether you like it or not, that you are aware of his feelings and affection for you, even if it means drilling the same ramblings into your ears for hours on end. Despite his erratic moods, he's a sweet presence to have around. His ramblings often turn into heartfelt confessions and declarations of love, making you smile even on your worst days. Moreover, Choji has a knack for lightening the mood, and his energetic personality is a welcome contrast to the more serious members of your inner circle.

Did I already say that he's energetic? Well, Choji is a ball of exuberance, and he doesn't take no for an answer when it comes to making you feel loved. He's like a burst of sunshine, brightening your day with the infectious enthusiasm that can make anyone smile. No matter how anarchic his emotions get, his love for you, regardless of circumstance, will never change. 

REN KAJI | 梶蓮  ─ ♬﹒♡

KAJI is the kind of guy who silently stays by your side. It's a comfortable silence that you've grown to love and appreciate, with his quiet presence being a constant source of comfort. He's not one for grand gestures or flowery words of affection, and you're well aware of that, but his advice and insights are invaluable. Whenever you face a problem in your life, Kaji is there, offering a solution with a calm, measured approach, even if he does throw in a couple of swear words and cusses here and there when at times losing his cool. It's the thought that counts.

His silence is not a sign of indifference but of his thoughtful nature. He listens far more than he speaks, and his actions reflect his deep care for you far more than anybody else by a landslide. Even the man-child that is Umemiya notices. Though he may not be as outwardly affectionate as others, his loyalty and his presence alone at your side speak volumes about his love for you, nothing more. Kaji's quiet strength is a pillar you can always lean on, his love expressed through every considerate action, whether big or small. 

KYOTARO SUGISHITA | 杉下京太郎  ─ ♬﹒♡

Another one who cannot physically use words to communicate for the life of him. Everyone has seen SUGISHITA's loyalty to Umemiya, but how exactly would that loyalty manifest if it were directed towards you, his significant other, arguably the most important person in his life? He's fiercely protective, and that's putting it lightly. Whoever dares to harm you or speaks to you deplorably, there will be hell to pay. Quite literally.

Sugishita the definition of "actions speak louder than words." He's not a romantic, he's not a flirt, but what he is—more than what everybody else is—dependable to a fault. Any kind of affection will have this boy's brain reloading and scrambling. Sugishita is more similar to Sakura than most people may assume, something that Sakura will never admit to, not even on his deathbed. And the one time he did, using the nickname "baby" all the while saying all that with the unintentional expression of a homicidal maniac had not only Umemiya (the idiot who gave him the "advice" to try being romantic for once) bawling his eyes out in laughter but also made your face flush red in embarrassment, unable to utter a word.

...Was this really your boyfriend? 

His gestures, though subtle, are filled with meaning. Whether it's fixing something for you, helping to carry the heavier stuff for you, ensuring you have everything you need, or simply being there when you need him, Sugishita's actions are his way of showing he cares. Not even Umemiya could look and claim that he treated others, including himself, the same way he treated you. Sugishita’s not one for grand displays of affection—if he's even able to comprehend how to present that without having an expression that he's about to snap at any time—but his reliability and steadfastness are a comfort that Furin as a whole, and you, his one and only lover, appreciates greatly.

In a world of so much uncertainty, especially in such a gang-centric environment, Sugishita's consistent presence is a reassuring and refreshing constant. He's your silent guardian, always watching, always protecting his love—what was to you, an unspoken promise, but to him, a forever vow.

©hxnbi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of my works.

[stunie]

UMEMIYA’S SHAZAM! — sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ umemiya hajime x f!reader ﾉ entry for @melon-fodder / bofurin brothel’s music collab!! ﾉ in which a certain white haired stranger comes to you for some help…

Your routine has stayed the same from the day you moved to Makochi. You’d say good morning to Kotoha at 7:30 AM. Eat breakfast at Pothos and enjoy a quick cup of coffee. And by 8:30, you’re already out the door and heading to work.

It’s not every day that a stranger startles you the way this one did. Your headphones are dangling around your neck now, hands lingering over them as you stare back at him. Wide-eyed and taken aback. Your music continues playing, and you can still hear it.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hear him approach you.

“I really, really need your help!” He sits beside you, hands clasping together to plead. “You heard it, right?”

“Y-you scared me.” Your brows furrow. “My heart’s racing— you shouldn’t run up to people with headphones in and yell for help! I thought you were hurt.”

It seems to dawn on him suddenly. “Oh, you do have headphones in! No wonder you didn’t hear me earlier.” He lets out a sheepish laugh and rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry! I didn’t notice. You look so pretty— I completely missed it.”

You blink. “Me? Pretty?”

“Yeah.” He tilts his head a bit and looks at you. “Pretty.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that you’re not even sure how to respond. “O-oh. Thank you.”

The man in front of you gives you a bright smile at this. A little too wide— as if he’s confused as to what you’re even thanking him for.

“So..” you fiddle with your headphones. “What did you need help with? It sounded urgent.”

“Ah!” He perks up again. “I almost forgot. I really liked the last song that was playing. Did you hear it? I can’t find it..”

“Oh,” you almost laugh at how he’s already forgotten that you had headphones in for the second time that morning. “Sorry. I didn’t hear it. Did you catch any of the lyrics? I can try to guess.. if you want.”

“Eh? You can do that?”

You nod.

“I’ll sing it!” He’s much closer to you now. If he notices, he doesn’t seem to acknowledge it. You start to think he’s just a really oblivious guy, but it’s not a bad thing.

You think he’s cute.

You watch him with a small smile when he clears his throat, humming in thought as he tries to recall the lyrics of the song he heard. “Hm.. okay, okay. I remember.”

“Listen closely,” he smiles. “It goes like… mmmm. mmmm mmm… and I’ll sacrifice!”

Sacrifice? That doesn’t sound like Kotoha’s playlist.

The laugh slips past your lips before you even realize it. It catches you off guard— and the confused look he gives you only makes you laugh even harder. “Sorry, sorry, ah!” You cover your mouth with the back of your hand when it comes back ten times worse.

You’re forced to hunch over the table now. Completely oblivious to the way his eyes widen at how cute you sound. You look even prettier when you’re like this. But he doesn’t need to tell you that, does he?

It’s so obvious. That’s why he was confused earlier. You already know all this, don’t you? Warmth starts creeping up his cheeks the longer you laugh at him, and his lips feel a little wobbly now.

“Hey…” a crooked smile tugs at his lips when you try to apologize through a giggle again. “How mean. And here I was asking for help!”

You weakly slide your phone in his direction. “I think this should be the song…otherwise,” your voice cracks and you take in a sharp inhale to resist the urge to laugh again. “Otherwise I really have no idea.”

“Ah, so you do know! Old Love? By… hm… Putri Dahlia and Yuji. Okay. Old Love. Old Love!” He nods before standing up abruptly. “You’re the best, you know that? Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” It’s the calmest your voice has sounded in the last two minutes. “Don’t scare other people on your way out.”

He gives you an eager nod before leaving, and you slip your headphones back on. He never even gave you his name, did he? You’re also not entirely certain if he would be taking your advice, but at least this time it wouldn’t be you getting jumpscar—

“Hey!” You almost spit out your food. “No way. I scared you again? You scare pretty easily, huh?”

This time, it’s his turn to start laughing, and you note that this is the third time he’s forgotten about your headphones in the span of fifteen minutes. Not that telling him again would help.

“This is for you. I almost forgot.” He drops a folded piece of paper into your hands. “My number! Oh- you can call me Umemiya.”

He points to the paper. “So you can help me find more songs. I’ll text you the lyrics this time.”

So now he’s expecting you to know what he’s singing over text too. It sounds impossible, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s not like it you would get jumpscared over text, anyway.

[heartkaji]

ren kaji likes sharks.

it was a shocking discovery you made the day you visited his home. he had photo albums from his childhood hidden away in his bedroom drawers, and when you stumbled upon them he fished the books out of your hands and shut the drawer immediately. when kaji slips away for his nightly shower however, you’re quick to reopen his drawer, phone in hand and more than ready to take as many pictures as possible.

baby kaji is always dressed head to toe in shark patterned clothing.

the first page of the album is a polaroid of four year old kaji in a shark onesie. the second is him playing in the rain with a great white umbrella and hammerhead rain boots. the third is a collage of different moments of seven year old kaji leading up to his eighth birthday, each polaroid decorated with shark stickers and the occasional stingray. you keep flipping and flipping, and you soon make it to a page dedicated to kaji’s tenth birthday : a polaroid of ten year old kaji blowing out candles from a jaws cake with a silly, oversized shark fin hat resting on his smaller head, the front of the cap drooping over his eyes.

“the fuck are you doing ?”

you drop the photo book with a thud. you’re caught red handed and fuck you should’ve been more careful and kaji’s gonna fucking kill you and-

is that a great white shark towel ?

“you like sharks.”

kaji’s cheeks are blood drenched. “the hell are you on about—“

you point to his towel, “you like sharks. oh my god, kaji you like sharks.”

the blood on his cheeks creep up to his ears and it takes everything inside you not to burst out laughing. who would’ve thought big bad wolf ren kaji would be a great white enthusiast ?

“if anyone at furin hears about this you’re done.”

“don’t worry ren, your secret’s safe with me.”

( your secret was in fact not safe with him, and kusumi and umemiya had quite the field day with the new information. )

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

a/n : based on a personal hc i have that kaji is a shark fan <3

[suashii]

— 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ౨ৎ

suo hayato x reader. 1.9k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ barista!suo ﾉ college student!reader ﾉ mixed povs, mostly suo's ﾉ repost bc i accidentally deleted it (sorry! :3)

it’s a monday morning when suo first sees you walk into the cafe, early and in the thick of the morning rush. you stand out from the familiar faces of regulars precisely because you aren’t one. it’s a pleasant change from what suo has begun to expect at the start of the week—being met with a new face when the bell above the door rings, and such a pretty one, at that. 

as he steams milk behind the counter, his cherry-brown eye innocently drinking you in, he wonders if he’ll see you more often.

he takes notice of when you’re nearing the front of the line and happily offers to take over the register for the time being. his coworker hands over the reins just as you make your approach to the counter while suo wipes his palms on the apron tied around his waist.

“good morning,” he greets you with a smile. “what can i get for you today?”

“hi!” you return his greeting enthusiastically as you remove your earbuds. your eyes fall to the screen of the phone held tightly in your hand. “i’ll have a cappuccino, please. for here,” you quickly add, eyes turning up to meet his, the corners of your lips curling ever so slightly to form a soft smile.

“sure thing.” suo nods as he taps at the screen in front of him to ring up your order. it’s not what he was expecting to hear but he supposes the little guessing game he plays isn’t always guaranteed to end in success. he reads off your total and runs your card before starting on your drink. it’s a fairly simple process, mostly muscle memory at this point, but suo finds himself putting in a little more thought this time around.

he isn’t sure why… maybe there's a little part of him that’s itching to impress you. maybe.

at the pick-up station, suo carefully slides the mug sitting atop a matching saucer to the other side of the counter while he calls out your order. you quickly meet him there, having set your things at a nearby table. suo knows he can’t linger for too long, not with how many other customers he has to attend to, but he sticks around long enough to tell you, “enjoy.”

when you look down, you’re met with a rosetta that was poured into the beverage. your lips stretch into a smile as you turn your gaze back to the barista before you. “thank you.”

by the time you’ve situated yourself at your table, suo is already busy with new orders. though, he can’t help but let his gaze wander back over to you. 

what he sees makes his lips part in surprise: a frown painting over your features after you take a sip from your drink—the drink that he made.

—

suo is surprised to see you back a couple of days later.

he was almost sure he had all but turned you away if the unpleasant expression you wore the last he saw you was anything to go off of. but you’re back here now, on a much less busy day, and the frown that’s been at the back of suo’s mind since that day has been traded in for the soft smile he’d much rather see.

he makes his way to the register as you approach. “hey there. another cappuccino for you?”

“you remember what i ordered last time?” you don’t even remember what you ordered the last time you dropped by. in what feels like an endless sea of faces and a flood of complicated coffee orders—you glance at the man’s name tag—suo could recall that of the person who had only been here once… and that person happened to be you.

for a brief moment, you wonder if something about you was memorable enough to stick with him—perhaps it was the way you wore your hair then or the charm dangling from the zipper of your wallet. though, as quickly as the thought comes, you cast it aside. it’s far too pretentious. he must just have a—

“good memory, that’s all,” suo tells you, stealing the unspoken words right from your head. maybe he can read minds, too. “so…?”

the way his voice trails off reminds you that you never answered his initial question.

“oh! um, no, no cappuccino. i will have…” you quickly look down at your phone, eyes scanning the brightly lit screen. “an iced americano, please.”

suo smiles, mostly to himself, as he rings up your total. it’s laughable, really, how his plan to impress you failed as tremendously as it did—so much so that you’re steering clear of the drink entirely. what an ugly stain on his reputation as a barista.

he’ll redeem himself today, suo tells himself as he turns around to prepare your drink.

there aren’t many ways to mess up an americano—it’s espresso and water, easy enough. although, he supposes he thought the same of a cappuccino and that was enough to earn a visceral response from you. despite the hit to his confidence, suo navigates the appliances as he normally would and presents the glass to you at the pick-up counter.

“here you are.” there’s a sing-songy lilt to his voice as he cautiously slides the drink toward you. just like last time, he tells you, “enjoy.”

you offer suo a smile, one that makes him think it should be impossible to turn into anything else. with an equally cheery, “thank you,” you’re on your way back to the table you’ve picked out—the same one you happened to sit at during your last visit.

suo returns to his duties behind the counter—restocking inventory and wiping up messes here and there, though, his focus wanes and he finds himself glancing in your direction. as you study the notes spread out across the table, your lips wrap around the straw and the dark liquid in your glass slowly lowers with each of your sips.

your eyebrows pull together in yet another frown as you let the plastic cylinder fall from between your lips. this time around, the expression is mirrored on suo’s face.

—

suo doesn’t usually work nights but he’s here now, having been kind enough to pick up the shift of a coworker who couldn’t make it in. late evenings are nowhere near as lively as the day and that fact is becoming glaringly apparent to suo as he folds the napkins into useless shapes in order to have something to do. he’s starting to wish he had come up with some lame excuse to turn her down when his ears perk up at the sound of the bell above the door ringing. he shoves the many napkins under the counter to clean up later, ready to strike up a conversation with anyone to stave off the boredom threatening to swallow him whole.

he can’t hide the surprise that takes over his features upon seeing that the patron is you, though, he quickly masks the emotion with a grin. “welcome back.”

“hi.” you lift your hand in a lazy wave but a smile of your own tugs at your lips at seeing the barista who’s becoming a pleasantly familiar face. it almost feels manufactured—how you seem to see him every time you walk through the cafe’s door. “do they have you on call?”

the joke actually makes suo laugh—nothing like the forced ones that he makes a show of in an effort to bring home tips, but a genuine one that bubbles up in his chest and pushes its way past his lips. a smile lingers in the laughter’s wake but suo can’t say for sure whether it’s because of your jesting or the simple truth that you only hate his coffee and not him. “something like that. what’ll it be tonight?”

just as he predicts it might, your gaze drops down to your phone before your eyes pull up to meet his once more. “one medium cold brew, please.”

maybe this will be his saving grace, suo thinks. there’s no getting this wrong—the cold brew in the fridge is premade. all he has to do is pour it over some ice and serve it to you. the frozen cubes crackle as the dark liquid cascades over them, your cup filling carefully just below the rim.

he plucks a paper-wrapped straw from the holder and hands both it and your drink to you. your fingers brush against his as the glass moves from his hand to yours. suo wonders if it’s even worth saying, if the single word holds any weight at this point, but ultimately adds his typical, “enjoy,” with high hopes.

you situate yourself at what suo now considers your usual table, your laptop open with your planner, a pen, and your drink set off to the side. it’s difficult for suo to turn his attention away this time, no other customers to attend to and far from eager to go back to folding napkins. he props his elbow on the counter, rests his chin in his open palm, and not-so-subtly watches you start on your work. 

a minute or so passes before you pay your drink any mind, mindlessly dipping your head down to take the first sip. suo holds his breath as he waits for your reaction and practically deflates when the all-too-familiar frown makes its way back onto your face.

“am i really that bad?” the words slip past suo’s lips before he can help it, though there’s no malice in them, only pure curiosity.

you look up from your laptop, turning to face suo. had you done something to offend him? “sorry?”

“the drinks.” he clarifies with the tip of his head in its direction. “it looks like it pains you to finish them.”

“oh. oh!” the realization hits you like a truck embarrassingly late. you never thought that suo had been watching closely enough to take notice of your involuntary reactions or that he’d make the assumption that he was the cause of your frowns. you’re overwhelmed with a sudden urgency to clear up the misunderstanding and you rush to explain. “it’s not you, i swear. in all honesty… i don’t like coffee.”

suo’s lips part in understanding and he straightens up to nod his head. your confession is enough to heal suo’s bruised ego, but it raises another question that comes as easily as his first. “why order it then?”

you gesture to the work set up at your table with a sheepish smile. “have to stay energized in some way.”

suo breathes out a laugh through his nose as he connects all of the dots—your sudden turned frequent visits, the glances at your phone, the materials scattered about, and the fact that you continued to come back despite your obvious distaste. he has to give it to you, you’re much more committed than he’d ever imagine himself to be.

“i admire your work ethic,” he tells you with a grin. for some reason, it makes your heart jump. “but, i think i can help you out with the whole ‘not liking coffee’ thing.”

you raise your eyebrows in interest. “how so?”

“it’s called a matcha latte—no coffee involved.” you can feel the passion in his voice buzzing in the air as he explains the recipe. it makes you want to reach out and grab at him so you can feel the sensation first-hand. “i’ll make one for you next time.”

“what?” you ask.

suo bites back a laugh. he knew you’d be special when he first saw you walk through the door. “you’re coming back, aren’t you?”

you nod hesitantly and then more confidently. “yeah, i’ll be back.”

whether it’s for the matcha latte or the company—well, you suppose you’ll figure that out then. 

thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, pls consider reblogging or commenting ❤︎

[ccraccz]

CLARY SAGE

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Chapter 3

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30 minutes after

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Having taken off his blazer, Ryuu and the rest of the group painted the over graffiti that was on the wall, rolling on coat after coat to be able to cover the both amazing and vulgar arts. Finishing his part, he walks back and behind Hiragi. “Hey, Owner! We got this side taken care of!”

“Aaah, thank you so much!” The owner comes up to them, holding a box of freshly cooked taiyaki. Walking behind the Sugishita, Ryuu looked at Suo and Nirei from the corner of his eye, who were nomming on their taiyaki. The treat was still warm in his hand, getting cooler and cooler every second he avoided eating it. It seemed that Suo felt his stare, turning towards him with a smile.

“Yes, Osamu?”

“Uhm… What is this?” Ryuu held out the treat towards Suo, who stared at him bewildered, Nirei peeking from beside him, also taken off guard by the question.

“It’s called Taiyaki, a fish-shaped cake filled with sweet red bean paste,” Suo smiles at Ryuu, encouraging him to take a bite of the treat. Bringing it to his lips, he opens his mouth to take a small bite of the warm fish cake treat. Both Suo and Nirei looked at him expectantly, hoping that he would like the sweet, though they would understand if he didn’t. Ryuu smiled as the flavor and texture of the sweet invaded his taste buds, walking slowing down as he focused on eating. 

KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK  KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK  KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK  GWOOOOO

 The group walks closer to the tunnel under the train, a weird looking lion drawing atop of the entrance. Ryuu takes another bite from the taiyaki as Nirei starts to scold Sakura.

“We’re right at the border between Bofurin and Another team’s turf. We can’t, under any circumstance, cause any trouble past this train track!”

“Just like how every country has their own laws… our rules don’t mean crap over there.”

“The team that controls that turf are… The Devotees of Power.” “That’sh a shick name…” Ryuu mumbles with his mouth full, having taken his last bite of taiyaki, Suo chuckling beside him at his pronunciation.

Getting ready to turn around, a voice cuts through their conversation.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Everyone’s heads turned back to the tunnel, a boy with bruises running towards the tunnel from the other side catching their eye.

Hiragi stiffened, rushing forwards to see if it was true.

“THAT’S SAN MIDDLE SCHOOL’S UNIFORM?!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN’ OVER THERE?! HURRY AND GET BACK HERE!!” Hiragi calls out, worried for the kid.

“AAAH!” Nirei yells “BEHIND HIM…! THEY’RE WEARING ORANGE BASEBALL JACKETS…” 

“IT’S SHISHITOREN!!”

Ryuu sucks in a breath as he gets ready to throw his bag off of him and fight, but the kid who’s running, trips and falls. The predator from shishitoren gets knocked back, the middle schooler landing in the arms of Ryuu, who decided to run over and catch the falling boy instead of fighting. Both Sakura and Sugishita land in front of Ryuu and the middle schooler, having kicked away a member of the so-called lions.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Nirei yells out in fear, his voice trembling as he continues. “W-We took the first swing… in another team’s turf…” “Nirei…”

“What are you on about?” “If the kid is one of us…” “Then they’re the ones who struck first.”

All three of them spoke, but Ryuu moved quickly and efficiently, making the middle schooler face him. “Let me check injuries please.”

“Ah… Y-Yes…” Ryuu smiled slightly, taking out the first aid kit he carries, opening it and putting on some gloves. He starts disinfecting the wound the kid got on the side of his face before putting some ointment and placing a white bandage on it.

“There, you could be doing gr- better in about three to five days.” “Umh…? Thank you so much…” Standing up and picking up the middle schooler, pushing him back towards Hiragi, Suo, and Nirei before looking at the backs of the two tanks of first years. The two members of Shishitoren who weren’t with the other guy poke and prod at the injured male. 

“Aaah… shit. Welp, he’s completely knocked out.” “He went down with just one kick.” Ryuu frowns, nose scrunching at the sight. ‘Aren’t those two on the same side? Why are they picking at him and not helping him out?’

“PATHETIC…” Ryuu takes a breath at the word, eye widening as he clenches his fists and bites his lip. He never liked that word, it was degrading and just purely disgusting in his vocabulary.

Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack

“Well?” The new figure says “What’s all this, now?”

His voice was low and slow, he was wearing a monk working outfit, and some lifted sandals that Ryuu didn’t remember the name of. The two males who were picking at the fallen dude quickly made way for the new guy, who’s attitude and way of talking made him quite irritated. “I was wondering what was happening there…” He spoke “When I saw one of our guys zoomin’ by…”

Ryuu takes off his bag and holds it behind him, keeping the first aid kit in his other hand, and waves it slightly, signaling for one of the group members to grab it from his hands. It gets taken by Suo, who gives it to Nirei to hold.

Hiragi grits his teeth, grinding them together as he mumbles “Of all the people to show… It just HAD to be him…”

“Shishitoren’s second in command,” Ryuu listened in, feeling like something worse was going to happen. “Jo Togame.”

“Oh, Whu? Furin? Over on this side?” Jo pushes down his orange shades, before looking down at his fallen underling, “WHat The?! Saruwatari?! What Happened to YOU?!” The brunette glares at the situation, before being pushed back by Hiragi, who walks at an angle and speaks up. “That punk a yours chasin’ one of our own around.” Second in command looks up in shock at the entrance of Hiragi. “Why, if it isn’t Hiragi! Yoooo!” He slowly speaks, waving around his Ramune before pointing down at the knocked out member.

“So, was THIS… Your work of art?” He grins, bringing the Ramune up and pointing at them. The creepy grin makes them all shudder. Ryuu bites his bottom lip with his canine, before letting it go as the Saru-whatever picks himself up.

“YOU LITTLE SHITS! THIS AIN’T NO GODDAMN GAME! WE’VE GOT RULES HERE! WE DON’T MESS AROUND WITH YOUR TURF, AND YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO STAY OUTTA OURS!!” It seems like he didn’t notice that their higher up was behind him as he spoke, the two that were with him cringing at the sight of the male talking back. “PAST THE DAMN TRAIN TRACKS IS SHISHITOREN’S DOMAIN!! DON’T GO STRUTTIN’ INTO OUR TURF… LIKE YOU OWN THE GODDAMN… place”

KA CRASH

Jo strikes the dude with the Ramune bottle that was in his hand.

Everyone stares in shock, confused at the situation that’s happening. Ryuu’s mouth is open, wanting to say something, but his voice is stuck in his throat. “OUR turf?” Jo yanks up the male by the hair, bringing his fist back before punching him.

THWAK THWAK THWAK THWAK

Looking at the two other members, one was giggling and the other stared at the attack, nonchalant. 

“Didn’t you get your face beat in? THAT MAKES YOU WEAK!”

“-THAT MAKES YOU WEAK RYUU.”

Weak, his gramps favorite word. Pathetic, what he used as a description. His grandfather has an amazing ability to be able to get under Ryuu’s skin, it was sickening, and borderline abusive. Ryuu was on the floor, holding his tummy, nose bleeding from the amount of stress his seven year old body has been going through.  He’s lucky that Gramps wasn’t physically training him. Or he would have been dead.

“STOP!!” Hiragi steps up, taking action and attracting the attention towards him. It breaks Ryuu out of his trance, breathing heavily at the memory. “What?” “Isn’t he one of your guys?!” Hiragi scolds him, though Jo just tilts his head in fake confusion.

“Who’re you talkin’ about?”

Ryuu slowly walks forwards, quietly and sneakily walking, more than silent as he steps forward. He doesn’t dare touch Jo Togame, eyes wide and focused, hand clutching the first aid kit hard enough that his knuckles are turning white. Jo Togame takes off the male’s jacket in a flash. Ryuu quickly grabs the bloodied male and drags him over to a wall, sitting him up and opening the first aid kit beside him. 

Ryuu ignored what was happening behind him, quickly working on bandaging the male’s face and head up. He breathed in, the smell of blood seeping into his nose and taking over his taste buds, the metal taste not bothering him. 

The brunette quickly works on getting the bigger chinks of glass out of the dudes head, gently pulling at them and throwing them to the floor before cleaning up the wound. He huffs, not being giving up on getting the other, smaller but holdable chunks of glass as one of them pierces his skin.

Ryuu cleans off his hands, disinfecting them before efficiently wrapping the dude’s head with a white bandage, and placing some gauze in his nose.

Standing up, Ryuu turns around as Jo starts walking away. “Hey…” He calls out from the side, both groups looking towards him. “Bring him to the nearest hospital, or urgent care, or something, I don’t care.” Ryuu points to the guy on the floor, having been bandaged up and taken care of. “You guys wouldn’t want a charge on your names wouldn’t ya?”

Everyone was staring at him with wide eyes, shocked that he was able to treat the dude in such a short time.  “He has glass impaled on his head, and he most likely has a broken nose and jaw due to the kicks and punches he got,” Ryuu crouches and grabs his first aid kit, and then gets back up and walks towards his group. “The last thing you could do is take him somewhere to get taken care of, then you won’t have to ever see him again.”

Jo Togame shrugs with a smirk, grabbing the bloodied teen and dragging him around as Ryuu turns his head to the side to look at the taller male over his shoulder. “Pick him up correctly please, you wouldn’t want the pieces of glass to impale him through his skull and kill him would you?” He asks loudly, “Then you would have a murder charge on yours and Shishitoren’s name.”

Ryuu smiles and turns around, taking his bag out of Nirei’s hands and putting the, now messy and bloodied, kit inside. Everything is silent as the Shishitoren gang walks away, the second in command’s sandals clanking against the floor every step he takes.

“HOOOOOLD UP! WHAT HAVE YOU TWO DONE?!??!”

“YOU’VE…” Nirei sobs, “YOU’VE DECLARED TOTAL WAR AGAINST THEM!!!”

“All right, that’s enough. Calm down, Nirei-kun,” Suo walks over, Ryuu’s sleeve in one hand and patting Nirei’s back with the other. “Sooo, I know I kinda missed my cue to interrupt you guys, but…”

Ryuu stares at the third year, who is about to overdose on Gaskun 10’s.

“Looking at THAT MESS, I assume not saying anything was the right choice.” “Hiragi-san, it would be for the best that you follow the dose needed for intake on the instructions in the back of the box,” Ryuu raised his hand, sweat dripping due to the over exaggeration of the male “You wouldn’t want to overdose.”

“SAKURA-SAN!” Nirei turns around and starts scolding again, “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” “IF YOU DIDN’T EDGE HIM ON AT THE END THERE, THEN IT SOUNDED LIKE WE COULD’VE GOTTEN AWAY SCOTT-FREE!!”

“Togame…” Hiragi butts in, popping one of the pills in his mouth “He ain’t that easygoing, y’know?”

That makes Ryuu pay attention. “Among the guys in Shishitoren, He’s extra particular ‘bout their territory. He wouldn’t have let us go that easily.” “Is that so…?” Nirei slumps forward a bit in defeat.  “What’s done is done.”

“Besides…” Hiragi looks down, making Ryuu stand up straighter, eyebrows furrowing closer together. “I should’ve been the one to step in first… Sorry.” Hiragi apologizes quickly , making everyone stare at him in shock, though the tension quickly breaks as he walks forward towards the middle schooler.

“Let's head back to the school.”

“You, from San Middle…” “I-I’m Sasaki…” “Great. Sakaki, Come with us.” Walking away, Ryuu is quick to walk over and pick up the kid by his armpits, like a cat, and placing him back on his feet.

“We gotta report everything… To Umemiya.”

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At the school

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Walking up the stairs, all that could be heard were the steps of the group and Hiragi’s groans. Ryuu was walking beside the middle schooler, making sure he was fine and was able to walk up the stairs without falling. Though he could feel the nervousness radiating from the kid.

Reaching the door at the top of the stairs, Hiragi grips the knob and turns it, pushing the door open and letting the light inside the stairway. Ryuu smiled at the state of the roof of the school. It seemed to be quite cozy and comfortable up there. The smell of mulch, dirt, and wet grass invades their senses, the color green surrounding them.

On the roof, on one side of the entrance, are two beach chairs, a volleyball court, a ping pong table, and a couch. On the other side, there is an amazingly large tree, roots growing out and around the school, there being a path to be able to get to the other side of the school roof above its protruding roots. Under the tree, there is a gazebo and farther off, there are some garden beds laying about. The freshmen looked around in amazement, minus Sugishita. “Wh…What in the…” Sakura mumbled in shock, having expected everything but this. 

Hiragi walked away, calling out to the leader. “Umemiya!” That brought the attention back to the main reason as to why they are there. To meet the rep and tell him what happened at the border of the town. 

“Yo, Hiragi! Some take a look at this!” The crouching male turns around with a large smile, two potted plants in his hands. “The eggplants and green peppers are growing strong!!”  “We can have a full-on barbecue with everyone in summer!!”

If Ryuu wasn’t blinded by the sun, he was now blinded by the smile that Umemiya has shown them.  Ryuu chuckles, blocking his eyes from the brightness of the white haired male’s smile and sura.

“Umemiya.” “We’ve got trouble.”

[r3linx]

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... silly smoker yn thinking she could get away with that nasty habit but suo catches her and yeah... lectures her?? ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT...0,9k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS...: tw! smoker yn, suo quite literally licked your hand, sfw, fluff, comforting, slight angst [if u squint enough trust me you'll see it], nonbinary reader ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

a/n: like i said. yeah. sorry i let my inner demons decide what i write and i really needed to do this cuz i want to quit smoking so bad and i need smth to give me reassurance >-< (also i didn't read the whole in the end, just finished it cuz i had a rough day and im lazy for that so im just posting it,sorry if there's any errors in it or sounds dumb sometimes)

birds chirping. everything quieted down around you, almost as if the world stopped spinning. the cold breeze brushed against your skin, leaving goosebumps scatter all over your arm. the sun almost disappeared on the horizon, making the sky glow with orange, yellow and different but incredibly warm and beautiful shades of pink.

knees pulled up to your chest, all alone in the whole school you sat outside on the cold, gray concrete stairs, ragged by time and weather. here and there weeds peeking out through the cracks which was already stomped on by others till it was barely visible.

‘finally.. some alone time, all I could wish for..’ no one to listen to, no one to talk to, no one to match their standards. just you and your own train of thoughts.

holding the roll of tobacco in-between your pointer and middle fingers, raising up it to your dry lips and taking a long, final puff. the cigarette slightly warming up the end of your fingers by its light but also leaving a nasty essence behind. then tossing it aside, nothing left in it as you watched the smoke still pouring out from it between the strands of thick grass.

you pressed out a long exhale from your lungs, this time letting your eyes flutter close and just for a quick moment trying to forget everything. your ears ringed louder and louder by each second, feeling like passing out then and there—

“hey.” you snapped you eyes open at the sudden voice. gentle, yet carrying a lot of depth in his tone. without a question or remark, the person simply just taking a seat next to you. ‘great..’ you huffed, following his movements with your eyes till he comfortable positioned himself beside you, now being on eye level with you. you said nothing. he remained silent.

“are you just gonna sit there?” you spit out, irritation filling up your blood to which the individual took a simple glance down to you lap, where your hand was resting.

“may i?” questioning, you couldn’t find the usual warmness in his words this time, instead replaced by bitterness. again, just before a reply could be formed, ghosting his hands over yours, placing it on his with care, bringing it up to his mouth. the one you held the cigarette with.

soft, lips. softer than yours at the moment. grazed the top of your hand, your knuckles, the end of your fingers -eyes widened, you watched him.. and so did he. not with a smile. his eyebrows lowered. his gaze abused your soul, piercing it through from the inside.- still, carefully but with stone hard determination, pressing a kiss to your hand. and another. the third, with somewhat open mouth. hot tongue joining his lips on your skin, just for a quick moment, taking in the taste of your skin. then lets your limb down, releasing from his grasp.

suo eyed your features with interest. taking note of your shocked state and crimson red color dancing across your cheeks, reaching up to your ears. his gaze still heavy on you, he tucked an unruly lock behind you reddened ear.

“just needed confirmation.” no explanation, no apologies. he wouldn’t apologize for a kiss on your hand, why would he?

“confirmation of?”

“of you still damaging your body.” he replied, patience running thin. he wasn’t born today to know and realize, seeing through all your lies and poker faces like it was thin paper, held up in front of the bright sun. “no need to for the poor acting of yours. ever since I first saw that between your fingers, you kept me on my toes.” you were aware of what he told you about smoking, it played on repeat all the time you lit the cigarette. but it was one time, no harm, right? or you thought. you weren’t aware of the fact how he knew your promise was a lie. the promise to quit it. the rumors echoed into his ear, you sitting here every single day after school, alone in your peace. alone, until this day.

looking everywhere but him, one of your legs started tapping on the ground, searching for a new and believable lie. your leg still shaking, he took your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes on him. his strong grip made you wince in discomfort, fear setting in as his face contorted into anger even more by now.

“your body isn’t fixated on it. you can change. but you don’t want to.”

“it’s not-”

“it is true! it is, goddamn!..” crows screeched as they flew up from the ground, high in the colorful sky as suo's voice ringed louder this time.

the sudden change made you flinch, now averting his gaze even if for yourself to make it less awkward.

“why can’t you try and rely on me?” the question shocked you to the core, how could he even- “let it be me what you’re fixated on.. be addicted to me..” the more he said, the more quiet he became at the end, you could almost see his usual put together behavior and expression crumbling away into nothing. instead, he too felt the atmosphere between the two of you change into a more deep and sensual one.

taken aback, you sat there in silence staring with a dumb expression, suo couldn't help but let a smile pass by his lips, now his arms snaking around your side, head resting on your soft shoulders. you let the sensation of his closeness consume you, relaxing yourself into his embrace.

"have faith in me.." with a final murmur suo found a warm place to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!