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WAIT WHAT’S HAPPENING TO TUMBLR? i was gone for a few hours help why‘s everyone talking about moving platforms

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- how kazutora would act around his crush that is baji’s adoptive sister

a/n - ah i just love kazutora so much and i can’t help but see baji as a brother to me,, i had so much fun making this! and i sorta rushed this because i’m very tired rn but shh

contains - fluff, kazu being cute

such a shy and awkward boy honestly

kazutora’s comfortable with baji because they’re best friends! baji was kazutora’s real friend, of course he’d do anything to repay him.

but around you? he just didn’t know what to say or how to act other than being painfully awkward

the way you both met was very casual

one day kazutora rushed to your apartment to show off to baji the tiger tattoo he got on his neck and he wanted baji to be the first one to see

instead you were the first one to see

when you opened the door, he had a big but hesitant smile on his face because he was nervous baji would think it was too much dedication to his name

(tora means tiger AND kazutora loves tigers if it wasn’t obvious enough)

but when he saw an unfamiliar face in front of him he couldn’t help but feel disappointed and confused

“oh you’re kazutora aren’t you? sorry let me go wake keisuke up,” you say while yawning and walking to your sleeping brother’s room

you ended up throwing your brother out of his room and slamming him on the floor because he is unfortunately a heavy sleeper

baji’s reaction to the tattoo was so over exaggerating you wanted to slap him back to sleep because you were starting to get tired

kazutora sat back and watched your disgusted facial expression and laughed to himself a bit

“hey what’re you laughin’ at?” baji says as he looks back at his sister and back at his best friend

“oh no no it’s nothing!”

baji went back to his room to sleep and you had to tuck him in

although you and baji were the same age and he claims to be your big brother, it’s almost like YOU have to take care of him half the time but you don’t mind

you led kazutora out the door after tucking baji in and thanked him for being friends with him despite being loud and eccentric which was the opposite of kazutora

“no no i should be really thanking him honestly. he saved me and i’m glad,” he reassured

“hah! sorry you have to deal with him all the time,” you say jokingly

“oh and by the way, nice tattoo. see ya!” you say closing the door

it took a while for you and him to be considered as just friends. good thing he put worked very hard to get to where he was!

baji noticed that kazutora’s been trying to get closer to you and there was only one reason he was acting like this— he definitely likes her, he thought

and baji being baji.. he confronted kazutora about this. it was super casual AND out of nowhere too!

it was just a normal day of hanging out with toman. they were on their way to a place they’ve never been to before so they had to ride their motorcycles. kazutora was in the front of the group meanwhile baji was in the middle back because a certain someone fell asleep on his back.

as he made his way to the front next to kazutora, he just HAD to say this so everyone can hear. what was worse was that it was completely unintentional.

“ ‘tora. do you like y/n?”

he thought he misheard that. kazutora didn’t even know you well enough for him to like you romantically. still, it caught him off-guard, and was left with an extremely flustered expression.

“huh?! where’d you get that from dumbass?!

“huh? you like y/n-chin, kazutora?” mikey says with a yawn

“with the way he always tries to be around her, i wouldn’t be surprised,” mitsuya joins in

“no i don’t like her like that! i don’t know her well enough— and not to mention, how did you even comprehend that bullshit?!”

“well it was exactly what mitsuya said. the way you act around her is definitely not something a friend would do,” baji replied

the poor dude kept stuttering which made it the situation worse and made him look more SUSPICIOUS

in the end, he didn’t end up convincing them that he didn’t like you— not that he even had hopes he was gonna convince them

facing you after that was definitely something.. by something i mean very, very awkward

you were so confused on why he couldn’t look you in the eye after you had both just started becoming close

you didn’t question him about it ofc and thank god you didn’t or else he would’ve bursted red

baji 100% tries to get you two together but at the same time is also against it because he’s your sister after all

overall he’d just be very nice and respects you so much :)

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hi everyone i’m so so sorry for being inactive lately, i had recently (ish) just lost someone and ever since then i just lost all my motivation to write.

although recently i’ve been thinking about writing again and i decided i might stop taking requests for a little while so i don’t feel rushed! i’m still working on two of my drafts and i’m almost finished!

please be patient with me and i’ll start writing again! thank you for all the support and i saw i hit 700+ followers<3

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- how being koko’s best friend would be like

a/n - had too much fun with this. THIS IS VERY LONG UM. this is an apology for being inactive.

contains - fluff, teeny bit of angst, just platonic because YEAH, fem!reader, implied strong reader, reader has mommy issues (definitely not projecting), reader had a friendship with akane and looked up to her like an older sister

you and hajime go way back since you were kids. you two met in an interesting way but not necessarily in a good one.

you were walking to the nearest park to get out of your crazy house because your mom kept screaming at you over the littlest thing again. you forgot to wash the dishes (you didn’t necessarily forget that’s for sure). you stopped once you saw a boy around your age getting beaten up by some older kids. his hand gripped tightly on what looked like a school bag and protected it like his life depended on it.

it didn’t matter anymore because you had just knocked out both of the bullies in no time without a thought— almost as if it was normal to you. when you looked at the boy, he had blood going down from his forehead to his cheek, heavily panting and on the verge of passing out. he’s not the fighting type, huh. luckily you had a towel wrapped around your neck since you had just gotten out of the shower when you walked out your house, you weren’t gonna spend much time at the park anyways

you kneeled down and wiped the dripping blood off his face and noticed a bigger figure running towards you both. it was.. a girl?

“hajime-kun! what happened here?!” she panicked as she checked your surroundings

“akane-san.. it’s no big deal i promise..”

“no big deal?! i knew something was up when you rushed the other way. and my bag also happened to be missing! why didn’t you ask for help? you don’t need to be independent all the time.”

“and you,” she began, making eye contact with you

“are you okay? are you hurt?”

“no no! i’m fine don’t worry.”

“she was actually the one who knocked them out, akane-san,”

the older girl looked at the unconscious bullies, then back at you with shock and amazement in her eyes

“you did this? that’s amazing!” she says as she quickly takes your hands and wraps it around hers

“uh.. yes i promise it’s really not a big deal. i’ve dealt through worse, trust me,” you say as you gaze at the direction of your house

“worse or not this is still definitely something! even i cant beat someone up, and i’m way older than you!” she chuckled

“well it’s not like you have the heart to do something like that, akane-san,” the boy comments

“hahah you’re right, you’re right. anyways we should get going now— the sun is gonna set very soon, and you should get home as well. is your house nearby? we can walk you if you’d like,”

even ‘til this day you still don’t know why you didn’t decline her offer. was it because she was nice? it didn’t matter anymore, because if you had declined, you wouldn’t get to meet such amazing people.

it’s been a few months after meeting hajime and akane, and you had also met akane’s younger brother who was your age— seishu! you four would often hang out, whether it was at the inui home or at hajime’s house. getting to know them was pretty fun, and very interesting because a certain someone had a crush on akane.

it was definitely not seishu because they’re siblings and that’s just weird, definitely not you because akane had reminded you of your older sister who was almost never in your life, so that only left one choice— hajime.

his crush on her was so painfully obvious that you couldn’t stand seeing him try to impress her every now and then. he even ditched his glasses and bought contacts just for her to compliment him! he’s whipped huh..

one day you decided to help him out a little with his crush. it was another day of your usual hang outs except this time it was at your local mall! akane’s birthday was coming up and you three had collectively agreed to take her to the mall and see if she would see anything she’d like. turns out she was eyeing some platforms with red on the bottoms, and you took notice.

seishu dragged her to go to the food court with him because he was “hungry” so you and hajime took the chance to buy the heels. you were both now at the cash register, waiting for the register person

“i don’t understand you,” you began

“i don’t understand why you like her so much. i mean— i get that’s she’s amazing and nice and pretty and all but.. there’s another reason why you like her. something must’ve happened for you to be so attached to her so what is it?” you meant no harm with this question whatsoever. you were simply curious and that’s all.

before he answered, he smiled to himself and looked back at you

“she’s the only one that makes me feel not under pressure all the time. she’s the one who constantly reminds me that i shouldn’t be so independent and that i should always ask for help.” as you took a breath in to reply, he stopped you

“before you say anything, i know. i know she doesn’t like me. i know she’s just being nice. but there’s nothing wrong with a one-sided crush right?” he grins

even though he was beaming with a smile in front of you, you knew. you knew this wasn’t how he truly felt. you knew that deep down he was hurt but it was understandable. after all, he was just a kid wasn’t he? you saw right through him.

it was a shame after what happened the next couple of weeks after that conversation. it all happened so fast and none of you were prepared for it. you weren’t prepared for the incident that had happened to akane. a few days before it occurred, koko proudly told you that he was planning to confess and you were way against it.

“huh?! but i need to get this off my chest, y/n! i don’t care if she rejects me or not!”

“haji, i have a bad feeling about this.. i’m serious. you know how i always get bad feelings and they turn out to be true!”

he groaned and scooted far from where he was originally sitting which was right next to you. you sigh and got up to sit down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder so he wouldn’t escape

“i just don’t want you to get your hopes up, that’s all.” deep down you knew the truth. akane wasn’t interested in boys one bit despite all the confessions she had received almost every week.

“fine. you have a point. but im still going with this,”

all you could do was do nothing but let him. oh how you wished you protested more, because in return all he got was a huge burden on his shoulders.

“please ma’am, just please tell me what room akane inui and seishu inui are in,” you shouted as tears were rolling down on your cheeks. “107, right down the hall and take a left ‘hon”

you bowed and quickly made your way into the room. as you burst the door open, your eyes immediately go on seishu who looked so sad to the point where he didn’t even bother to look up at you. you hug him with a feeling of relief flowing in your body, but soon that feeling was gone when you asked where akane was.

you stood outside the door, not knowing why your feet couldn’t move. what’s wrong, y/n? her voice rang your ears. go on, don’t worry i’ll be right here next to you and if you get scared, just hold my hand! right. that was the time you were at a “haunted” house together and you were scared to go in. why are you being reminded of this right now?

you gulped and slowly opened the doorknob and found a crying boy in front of you, hands grabbing on the sheets with his head on the edge of the bed. you couldn’t do anything. all you could do was sit next to him with your head resting on his shoulder while you were crying.

a few years after that, you both acted as if nothing had happened. not because you wanted to forget akane, but because you knew akane would’ve wanted you both to continue living on without her.

despite not dating, you two would always have couple tendencies like feeding food to eachother or hugging often but you’re just THAT close to the point you can probably kiss without feeling any romantic attraction whatsoever

you couldn’t hang out with him as much anymore because of all the gang related things he’s doing. to make it up to you, he knocks on your window late at night and sleeps over most of the time. you talk to him about the usual— have you been eating? you should get more rest. and so on.

you were the one who got him to start wearing eyeliner! at first he just looked at you with a confused face when you handed him it as his present, but then you explained that if he wants to go fully dedicated to the black dragons, the wings of the eyeliner would represent the wings of the dragon. he didn’t wear it at first, all he did was ruffle your hair and said he’d think about it— and he kept his word! so now he’s the iconic money-making genius that wears eyeliner.

after all that’s happened between you two, there isn’t a single awkward moment you share. you know those friends who bring up an adult related topic out of completely nowhere? you two were those friends.

“i was walking by an alley and i heard a girl getting fucked,” he says while chewing the piece of gum you handed to him

“..and??”

“i’ve never walked away so fast in my life.”

there are days where you’re sad but, of course, you don’t tell him. in fact you don’t need to tell him because he’ll know when you’re upset.

“so are ya gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he says as he rests his head on your thighs

“ugh how do you always know..”

“because we’ve been together for the longest, duh.”

he doesn’t show it much, but he cares for you more than you think he does. overprotective and can’t help but show it at times, but don’t worry! he’s doing it because he loves you. remembers the littlest things you talk about and are interested in. he’s also constantly on the lookout so that you don’t get hurt or even worse.

when he’s the one who’s upset, you immediately know. he’s quieter than usual, zoning out a lot and just not paying attention to what you’re saying to him, almost like he’s in his own little world. before you initiate a conversation, you play with his hair so he’ll feel comfortable as a way for you to convince him to tell you what’s wrong.

even though it happened such a long time ago, he still thinks about her. you cant blame him, you do too! if you were to describe your best friend with one sentence, the first thing that would pop up in your head was weak little boy. not weak as in physically weak, but weak as in mentally weak. he can’t help but get emotional when it comes to her, which is understandable.

“it’s not your fault, hajime. she left you with no proper closure, and now you’re carrying guilt and burden on your shoulders. anyone would feel the same or even worse in your position.”

he didn’t respond but he doesn’t need to. all that matters to him is that you’re next to him, comforting him with your kind words like you always do. you both have some differences which caused a few arguments, but in the end you would still be best friends.

speaking of arguments, you argue either over the dumbest things ever or over serious topics. one time you got mad at him because he was beating you in a video game and his smug expression was not helping at all. you kicked him out of your house because you were just THAT frustrated. you felt guilty so you decided to walk to his house and apologize but stopped once you saw a certain figure trying to climb up to your window.

in the start of the serious argument, it was completely something different than what you were yelling at each other about now.

he showed up at your house with your favorite boba and snacks. you demanded him to put those down.

“hajime. food— no. MONEY cant keep me happy forever, and that also applies to you!”

“then what else am i supposed to do?!” his voice started getting weak. he was never the type to argue because he’d always get emotional.

“what am i other than a money-making genius? other than a wallet?”

“i cant do anything about my situation, y/n. nothing. because that’s all i am. just a stupid wallet for everyone to use.” he says about to walk away until you grab his sleeve to stop him.

“that’s not even true. you’re so much more than that, hajime. i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry.” you were crying into his chest and he couldn’t help but cry with you.

he spoils you 100%, no doubt. there was a point in life where you would always decline but you had just gotten so used to the offer that you got tired of fighting back. i mean, how could you? he was so willing and eager and most importantly HAPPY to do this for you.

hajime cant drive motorcycles and you constantly tease him about it, which he just responds to you by squeezing your cheeks together so you could shut up. the bad thing about this is that you guys always have to walk or go on a bus to the specific place you’re going to which is pretty tiring at times. although that doesn’t matter because what matters is that you both have each other.

back to the overprotective part.. you got called by this boy to meet him at the rooftop by the end of school and you already knew what was about to go down because of your shoujo manga reading sessions. the first thing you did was call hajime and he immediately got there to warn you about what you were gonna get yourself into.

“don’t you already have someone you like??”

“uh.. no?”

“i couldve sworn you liked that ‘tora dude..”

“keep your mouth shut!”

“…so you’re gonna reject him right?”

and you did! nicely, of course. hajime advised you should make come off as mean so he wouldn’t bother you again but you just ignored him and pretended like you didn’t hear anything.

being his best friend contains some ups and downs, but that’s the point of true friendships— it’ll never be perfect.

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literally crying BAJI AS MY BROTHER CUS THATS HOW I SEE HIM THIS IS SO <3

hi!! can i request baji with an adoptive sister that’s like the completely opposite of him (they’re also the same age but baji still acts like a big brother😑👎🏼) and how the daily life would be like? thank you sm!!

of course, you can, love! i tried to make it as realistic as possible. i hope that it's satisfactory. my apologies if you don't like it!

you and baji are like light and dark. the natural and almost comedic vibrance created by the stark contrast in your personalities cannot exist without the other person, just like how darkness cannot breathe without the presence of light.

where baji is combative and foul-mouthed, you dislike violence and feel guilty when swearing. where you are academically astute yet somewhat naive, baji possesses the ability to unveil a person’s true intentions but cannot do algebra for the life of him.

your differences were noted when you first arrived in baji’s household. your and baji’s mother worried that your polarity would cause you two to repel each other, and initially, it did.

he was probably that one kid that would throw punches that fall an inch short of connecting with their sibling ONLY because he knows it upsets them

one thing that you always disagreed about, from the day he joined to today, was his place in a gang. you already despised violence enough as it was, so when you found out that he willingly put himself in a position where he was engaging in brawls and spilling blood himself, you were equal parts livid and terrified. you knew that baji was capable of protecting himself, but you just couldn’t shake the tiny voice in the back of your mind that chanted, “what if? what if? what if?”

what if he didn’t come back? what if he missed someone creeping up on him with a weapon? what if he ended up in the hospital? what if he died?

at first, baji was perplexed. he knew that you weren’t a fan of violence, but he didn’t know why you were so angry. by the time it was all set and done and you explained your side of the story, baji agreed to try to take it a bit easier. but at the time, he mostly just said it to get you to stop talking. he still gets into fights, which pisses you off, but you never turn him away when he returns home covered in scratches and blood. in fact, you’re adamant about disinfecting and bandaging his wounds, even displaying a bit of force as you shove him onto the couch and scurry off to retrieve the first aid kit in the kitchen.

he usually tries to resist, insisting that it’s not that bad and it isn’t even his blood (*cue horrified look from you*). but, this rebellion stemmed from a developing inferiority complex. ever since you first joined the family, baji has always held a bit of insecurity about his place. it’s not that he thinks that your mom doesn’t love him. it’s because he’s supposed to be the protector of the family, the “man of the house” of sorts, the one you and your mom lean on during hard times. but even though you weren’t as strong or physically capable of offering protection as he was, you were always ten steps ahead of him in terms of maturity and the level of responsibility your guys’ mom entrusted you with. you were surpassing him, and at the time, he hated you for it.

however, the one thing he would always be better at was fighting. it was a major reason he decided to become faster, stronger, and sharper. he learned how to read people, to connect the dots when something didn’t add up, and how to trust his gut feeling. he pushed himself to be better--to compete with you for a spot that he believed should’ve been his to begin with. he neglected school in favor of honing his skills, tumbling further and further down a dark, unhealthy path that became thornier and narrower with each passing day.

he needed to be the “big brother.” if he wasn’t, then what was he? your little brother? him? he might as well just tag “inferior” onto the end of his name.

things came to a screeching halt about six months later when you slapped the fuck out of him. oh, yeah, my mans saw white. shit hurt like a mf. he went to punch you, only to freeze when he noticed your expression. there were tears streaming down your face, but you looked more pissed than he's ever seen you. you screamed at him, shouting in his face about how upset your mom was with his behavior, how you hated your relationship with him, and how he needed to get it the fuck together.

baji was shocked.

never once in his life had you hit him, and never once had you cursed so freely without apologizing.

you two had a much-needed heart-to-heart. you two sat for hours, crying, yelling at each other, apologizing, hugging, shoving each other, throwing punches, and whatever else you needed to do in order to vent the pent-up stress that had been unraveling both your minds for the past six months. it was shaky and confusing at times, but you two finally laid your souls bare, placing your hearts in the hands of the other and allowing them to stitch together the splinters and cracks that wept silent tears that neither of you ever showed to anyone before.

baji learned that you were just as insecure as he was, and that the only difference between the two of you was that you were able to mask your feelings better. you both discovered the insecurities and struggles of the other; and, soon after that, you realized that your strength was the other’s weakness, and vice versa. with this mental clarity and new boundaries that have been set, you could be stronger together.

over the next few years, you two developed a close sibling bond. it was a bit rough at first, and sometimes, you two would take one step forward and two steps back. but you eventually managed to clear the suffocating press of the forest and step from the treeline into the warm sunlight awaiting you both. the friction between you gradually decreased, and fights became less and less frequent.

he stopped resisting when you tended to his wounds, and you stopped pretending like you weren’t stressed out by the expectations that naturally accompanied your reputation. y’all still get on each other’s nerves, though.

“hey, baji, do you want to--”

“ayo, get the FUCK out of my room!”

“fine, forget you,” cue you smacking a water bottle off his dresser and turning off the light on your way out

it isn’t uncommon for you to open your bedroom door and find baji sitting criss-cross on your bed, one of your more ornate and unfortunately expensive hairpins clipping his long locks out of his face while he munches on a bowl of lucky charms.

“what are you doing?”

“nosy.”

“hello? this is my room?”

as irritating as baji may be at times, you still spend copious hours tutoring him. this is where your virtue of patience comes in handy, because not only does he seriously struggle with the material, but he would also rather do literally anything else other than study. however, you’ve resolved to prevent his failure at all costs. you can’t even count the numbers of all-nighters you powered through on both your hands. but, the proud grin baji greets you with as he hands you a test with a 82% makes it all worth it. the first time he got an A on a writing test, you actually cried.

baji genuinely appreciates all the effort you put into tutoring him. he may lowkey be a dumbass, but he knows that you’re sacrificing quite a bit for the sake of him being able to brag to his comrades and elicit a tear of joy from your mother. you always smile and say that you’re okay, but your bloodshot, dark-rimmed eyes and occasional missing assignments say otherwise. so, he plays dumb whenever you find an energy drink on your dresser or your favorite snack lying around, or whenever he offers you a ride to and from your favorite restaurant

baji would absolutely beat someone’s ass for you. in return for the kind acts he nonchalantly performs even when you haven’t done anything and him steering you away from any fights that spontaneously erupt, you turn to him for help when it comes to other people bullying you. you don’t mind him threatening others, but you warn him against inflicting too much damage on those who pick on or bother you. baji is so quick to take you up on your requests for his help. he’s so excited omfg please

but before long, you seek him out less out of obligation and more simply because you trust him. he notices the change in your demeanor and voice when you make the shift, and although he would never say it, it makes him so happy. you trust him. you actually trust him like an older brother.

he highkey chases off all the boys that wish to court you. it annoys you, but he always justifies his actions by claiming that all men except for him and, like… chifuyu are predators.

ah, yes. baji “if you so much as look at my sister, i will be legally allowed to hunt you for sport” keisuke

whenever you show interest in someone, baji puts them through the fucking wringer, my dude. he’ll force them through all types of stupid and lowkey mentally exhausting scenarios in order to assess what type of person they are and whether or not they’re good enough for you. he knows he might be overstepping your boundaries at times, but he doesn’t want to accidentally let someone who will hurt you into your life.

with how hard you’ve been working over the years, he knows you deserve better than that

you're his little sister, after all. he has to protect you.

baji knows that you hate when people fight and curse so casually, so he does his best to prevent such situations whenever possible.

but… okay, so, baji means well. he really does. but, his method of getting people to stop fighting and yelling swear words is to fucking deck them in the face and shout, “STOP FUCKING FIGHTING, YOU GODDAMN PIECES OF SHIT! MY LITTLE SISTER DOESN’T LIKE IT, SO YOU BASTARDS ARE GOING TO STOP BEFORE I KICK YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TEETH IN. FUCK.”

then he’ll look back over his shoulder with a grin of approval and give you a thumbs-up, genuinely expecting you to be proud of him

he’s trying. he is, i swear

he tells you a lot of stories about toman, but he does it at the strangest times.

you’ll be sitting in bed doing homework while trying to ignore your brother, who is currently flexing shirtless in your mirror simply because you told him to get out; and all of a sudden, he’s like, “did i ever tell you about the time mikey and kazutora helped me wax my ass with melted crayons?”

or you’ll be in a convenience store paying for food while baji hums idly behind you, and in the middle of the cashier bidding you farewell, baji will bump you with his shoulder and go, “hey, i have to tell you about this one time when pah-chin got his head stuck in a staircase railing. we had to slather him in lotion and butter, and he popped right out like that newborn fawn i saw on animal planet--the one that got eaten right after it was born. you remember that episode, right?”

you’ll just close your eyes and sigh deeply, already well-aware of the disturbed, slightly panicked stare of the employee. “i’m so sorry, sir.” you say reflexively. you turn on your heel and seize baji by the shell of his ear, exiting the store with your brother in tow while he gripes at you to release him

baji probably talks about you a lot to chifuyu. usually, all he does is brag about you. he’ll gloat about how smart you are, and he’ll often scoff whenever there’s a problem, mumbling, “(reader) would’ve figured this out already.” he forced chifuyu to vow to never breathe a word about it to you, though. you’ve already caught him in a hundred different embarrassing situations, which means you have enough blackmail to order him around for the next seventeen years. he’s not about to give you any extra ammunition

but secretly, he is proud of you :D

despite his awareness of your aversion to violence, he does want to introduce you to chifuyu, mikey, and the rest of his inner circle. the first thing the toman founders notice when they meet you is that baji is remarkably more mellow in your presence. it’s as if he doesn’t want to startle you, instead wanting you to undergo a smooth integration into the group. they also notice that whenever you seem a bit fidgety or nervous, you relax a bit when you feel baji’s hand touch the top of your head or your shoulder, a clear sign of trust and safety

baji takes pinky promises seriously (as he should). you could be looming over a corpse holding a bloodstained knife and tell baji, "it wasn't me. pinky promise" and once you two have intertwined pinkies, he will wholeheartedly believe you

this man will defend you against anyone. he doesn't care if they're a seven-foot-tall bodybuilder, he doesn't care if they're heavily armed and pointing a loaded gun at his chest, he doesn't even care if they're the fucking president. big or small, armed or empty-handed, he won't hesitate to uppercut their shit. it doesn't matter if the whole world is against you. he will be right at your side. family is really important to him, and he cherishes the special bond.

you’re in charge of waking baji up in the morning, though. mans will deadass either sleep through every alarm he sets, or will accidentally demolish the alarm clock in his sleep until it ceases its incessant ringing

now that you’ve become a more active part of his life, he’s started going to school more. he’s cool with taking you to and from school on his bike, but you have to wear his helmet since he doesn’t have a second one. it’s non-negotiable.

he bitches and whines about every little thing in the school, from the food to the squeaky door of the math room. you just smile and listen, because his complaints are proof that he’s actually paying attention. baji is doing better, and you’re thrilled

during classes you have together, he sits in the desk next to you with his head on the wooden surface, squinting at and mean-mugging random-ass people for a reason unbeknownst to you. you’ll be minding your own business when he suddenly leans over to you, subtly jerking his head in the direction of some girl neither of you have ever spoken to. “i don’t like her,” he’ll mutter, dropping his chin back onto the desk.

“what—why?” you’ll whisper back.

“i just feel like she’s mean.” baji cuts his eyes at her a second time. “i can feel it in my spleen. just trust me.”

you do. then next week will roll around, and you’ll hear through the grapevine about how she maliciously used some poor girl’s arm as a makeshift ashtray. you and baji will exchange a knowing look and a nod.

you and baji fuel each other to do better--to be better. and although it had seemed like a one-in-a-million chance, a trusting, close-knit bond arose from your tumultuous, overly competitive pasts. now, there’s nothing that can separate you :)

[zvnphoria]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

# . . MULLET CHIFUYU

i was imagining chifuyu having another haircut instead of his usual undercut.. then somehow mullet chifuyu came to me. i erased mitsuya’s face (ch117), replaced it with chifuyu’s face (ch112) then did some touch up so it could look more real ! this was one of my brainrots so i hope you guys enjoy it lol. reblogs are appreciated, and please do give credits if used :)

dedicated to @kqzutoras ! remember when i said “might fuck around and replace that one mullet mitsuya panel with chifuyu’s face and color it” ? i was not joking LMAOO hope you will like it as i do bestie <3

[zvnphoria]

To Feel Alive | Hanemiya Kazutora x Fem! Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four (final)

CHAPTER ㅤㅤTWOㅤ : ㅤTOㅤ FEEL ㅤ ALIVE

❝ Look at the mess I got myself in ooh I don't wanna ㅤ get ㅤㅤnumbㅤ toㅤ the ㅤfeeling ❞

Word Count : 1,682 | Fluff &. Angst | Child hood Friends To Lovers Trope | Based In Takemitchi's Last Time Leap | Valhalla Spoilers And Beyond!Love Triangle | One Sided Love | Four Part Story

“WHAT’S TWO TIMES SIXTEEN, KEISUKE?!”

“I-I don’t know!” He gripped his head in his palms, flopping down on [name]'s bed as he brought his knees up to his chest; sobbing into his pants.

She groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Keisuke, please, please, PLEASE, focus!” Her eyes flicked towards Kazutora, sighing. “Tora? A little help here?”

“I’m okay.” He munched on the cookies the older version of his female friend had baked; doing the rest of his own homework.

Glaring at his braided hair, she huffed. They were only two or so years older than their first impressions of one another. Kazutora and Keisuke formed some type of gang with Baji’s friend; it was really all she knew. The only thing she knew was that the leader was Keisuke’s best friend; Sano Manjiro. Tokyo Manji Gang; it was a creative title, the only reason she’d known was because of Keisuke’s blabbermouth.

“Well, how the hell do you expect to pass our first year of middle school? Huh, huh, huh?!” She pointed accusing fingers at the crying idiot on her bed.

“S-stop it, [nickname]! Do you want me to really cry?!”

Yes!”

The two of them huffed, turning away from each other. Kazutora hummed, getting up from her fluff seat. “You two, you’re both so stupid.” Heading towards her bed, he rolled Keisuke over. “Let’s go.”

Pushing the two of himself, he sighed. [name] and Keisuke both glared at each other, spacing away from one another. Kazutora’s hand twitched, pursing his lips together as he stood in between the—now—empty space.

“Where are you guys going?” The [hair color]-ette stopped washing the dishes, raising her eyebrow as she immediately took notice of her daughter's face. “Fix your face, [name].”

“Yeah, [name], fix your face!” Keisuke retorted, sticking his tongue out at you, blowing raspberry.

“You too, Keisuke-kun!” She yelled at the smaller boy, pointing a soapy finger at him.

Cowering in fear, he hid behind Kazutora, his hands on his shoulders as he peeped over.

“Ma, I don’t know where we’re going, Tora just grabbed us outta nowhere!” Your hands dangled behind your back, your skin coming in contact with the soft cloth of your shorts.

“We’re going to the boardwalk, [last name]-san.”

She blew at her bottom lip, “Such formality..” Rolling her eyes, she sighed at the mention of the boardwalk.

“Okay.” She fixated back on her duties, “Don’t bring her back too late you two.”

Sitting on the sand with her sandals beside her, she stared at the waves that seemed to clash against one another with every second. The wind that continued to whip at her hair seemed to have a defective affect on her now.

Her eyes seemed to focus more on the lowering sun rather than small grains of sand that’d rise and fall at each wave of air.

“Why’d ya even bring us out here, Kazutora?” Keisuke laid his back on the sand, his legs on top of each other as he kept his head propped up with his arms.

“Because you two were annoying me.” He mumbled, sitting on the wooden dock, watching the two of them gaze into the scenery.

She blew at nothing, “I blame it on Keisuke-kun!”

Keisuke glared, “Shut up!”

[name] smiled, “Tora, come sit with us?”

Accepting her offer, he slipped his loafers off of his feet, squirming as his feet touched the tiny grains of sand. Sitting on her right—as Keisuke sat on her left—he played with sand in his hand.

Warmth exceeded towards her cheeks and ears, her hand accidentally running past Kazutora’s; the contraption of his smooth skin that held small bruises brushing past her own made her stomach churn. Clearing her throat, she looked away from the stalking hand.

“Why are you doing couple shit?!” Keisuke gave the two of them a bizarre expression, his finger menacingly putting attention on them.

“Huh?” [name] scowled, sitting on her knees as she grouped sand into her palms. She threw it at his head, watching as he jerked back, dusting off his forehead. “What’re you talking about, dumbass?!” With a flustered look on her face, she grumbled. “What do you even know about couple things you jerk!”

Keisuke mocked her state, sticking his tongue out at her. “Holding hands, duhh!”

She gasped, “Stop assuming things, Baji! We never held hands!”

He gasped in return, “Back on last name bias?!” Grasping the oddly wet sand, he tossed it at her face; gulping as she slowly wiped it off her face.

Kazutora chuckled, scooting away from the two. He watched them from the side of his eyes, his head resting on his palms. Holding hands? The small interaction of their hands brushing past each other seemed to tick Keisuke off; Kazutora took an odd liking to it.

“Baji Keisuke, I claim you as a dead man!” She tackled him to the ground, “Say sorry!”

Keisuke’s cheeks met with warmth, ripping his eyes away from her [eye color] hues that seemed to work magic on him. “Like hell!”

“Okay.” She sat on his stomach, flicking his forehead.

He groaned, “You're gonna kill me!”

Turning towards his distraught face, she furrowed her eyebrows. “Good!”

“B-but, you were the one who called me by my last name!” He thought of a way to get through her, his hand secretly reaching for more of the grain.

“So does Tora!”

“Yeah, but you’re different!” Before letting her get a breath past her lips, he smashes the sand against her hair, pushing her off as he desperately ran away.

“Ou, you hit her hair!” Kazutora watched as he ran further down the miles of grainy plains.

“Shut up, Kazutora!” Keisuke seemed to begin to regret the spot he directed the wet sand towards.

Shaking her head, she let the sand fall back down, seeping into the other clumps. She watched as he desperately latched his hands onto his motorcycle. ‘How the hell do they even have motorcycles..’

Plopping back down with Kazutora, she sighed. “Why’d he run, he left his stuff at my house…”

“He ran because of you.”

She chuckled at his response, shivering as she felt grains trickle down the small of her back. “Tora?”

“Hm?” He was ready to take her home, he’d been ready for a while now, actually.

“Can you tell me more about your gang?” With her head turned towards him, his starry eyes—that nearly matched the coloring of the sand they sat on—forged her into mesmerization.

“Hm, why?”

“Cause, it’ll become something important to you and Keisuke, so I wanna know more.” Refocusing her attention on the dimmed nightfall, she smiled.

He stared at the side of her face, “Well, It’s Mikey—sano manjiro as you know him—Draken, Baji, Pah-chin, Mitsuya, and me.” He gave her no context whatsoever on who these members even were.

She nodded, feeling a bit more achieved as she held more information. “You don’t want me near them?”

He tilted his head, thinking about the few words that slipped past her lips. “Not exactly, well.. I don’t want you to get too close to them to the point you’re seen as some pawn later in the future.”

[name] hummed, it was a gang, it was bound to involve in activities that weren’t just friends grouping together.

“But, I think Baji will ruin that.”

she giggled, nodding as her eyelids became heavier than usual. “That Baji..” a small yawn escaped her, using her arm to rub her eyes. “My mom’s gonna be mad..”

“Like that day they tried to take your money?”

“Ha!” She shivered at the thought, “Yeah.” Gazing at him, she raised her eyebrow. “How do you know about that?”

“Cause, I was there. I just didn’t wanna help you.”

“Ouch!” She wiped away a metaphorical tear, small giggles muffling behind her lips.

He laughed at her, “We still ended up being friends, somehow..”

[name] peered at him through the corners of eyes, the once ebony tinted hair that would flow against the smallest currents of wind now lay braided.

“You’re doing it again, [name].” He rolled his eyes playfully at her, “Stop staring at me, it’s getting weird you know..”

Curious, she tilted her head at him. “Huh?”

“The first day Baji ditched us at school, you were staring at my eyes. Now, you’re doing it again.”

She darted her eyes at her feet, sliding her sandals onto her feet. “Yeah..” Chewing on the flesh of her mouth, she dusted herself off as she stood up. “Take me home?”

“Yeah.”

It was the early morning, the mother and daughter eating washed fruits from the clean bowl; sitting on the fluff couch as the news broadcasts thought the television.

Their eyes agape as their bodies had stiffened at the screen; usually, the news would play useless nothing or repeated information they've been given for weeks straight.

"Mom? That's Kazutora and Keisuke.."

Her mother gulped, "Shit, they killed someone?!"

[Name] snapped out of her daydream, her ears perking up. "Attempted robbery.. Mano Shinichiro.. motorcycle shop.." she read the awfully small text aloud to her mother.

"Alright, that's enough!" Standing up, she placed the bowl onto the coffee table, brushing her hands off of her pants. "We can learn more later, you worrying isn't going to help, [name]." Her finger smashed against the red beaming button that was signaled for turning the TV off.

"But, Keisuke and Tora.."

"[Name]."

The stern tone was profound in the usual cheery voice of her mother's, "There's nothing to think about." She shuffled to get ingredients for dinner. "It's clear what they were doing. I'm sorry sweetheart, but you're not gonna see those two for a little while."

[Name] sighed in defeat, "Yeah.. I know." She played with the ends of her shorts. Such good days she spent with the two, never a day would come by that she was filled with a never ending bore. Her heart thumped, muffled sounds of her mother slapping pans together by accident as the irritating tune of oil cracking on a hot pan filled her ears.

She'd already been swooned by his eyes so far that she was embarrassed to even think about them. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed the flip phone, the decorative screen, a picture of Keisuke sticking his tongue out, Kazutora putting up two fingers, and [name] smoothed between them.

[zvnphoria]

my heart THIS IS TOO PURE I CANT

To Feel Alive | Hanemiya Kazutora x Fem! Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four (final)

CHAPTER ㅤONE : HONEY ㅤBABY (SPOILED!)

❝ I seeㅤ everybody talkingㅤ but I ㅤcannot hear a ㅤsound I see shadows in their eyes we're chasing ㅤㅤsunshineㅤ outㅤㅤ the ㅤㅤ clouds ❞

Word Count : 2,128 | Fluff &. Angst | Child hood Friends To Lovers Trope | Based In Takemitchi's Last Time Leap | Valhalla Spoilers And Beyond!Love Triangle | One Sided Love | Four Part Story

Notes: Yes, yes, I know Kazutora &. Baji started being friends when Toman was formed, shh😒

IT WAS ONLY YET ANOTHER day of elementary school; the bell had passed long ago, some children went home to their loving families, some stayed after school.

It only so happened [name] [last name] had stayed after to play on the mulch grounded floorings of the school playgrounds. Though, luck had yet to be on her side—the idiotic bullies that called themselves "delinquents” stopped her in her path to the swing set. In reality, they were only elementary students who sought themselves better than the rest, the only wrong they dared to do was steal pocket money from the smaller kids.

Dirt covered small patches of her skin, her arm covering her eyes as she glared at the two larger boys above her. They were desperate to have her money—which she hadn’t taken lightly.

“C’mon, [name]-chan! Just give us the damn money already, or else we’ll have to hurt you!” She wasn’t stupid, far from it. It was easy to see through the decoy they’d put up. There was no way cowards who used their size as competition were destined to harm a classmate over a couple of yen.

“Like hell! I already told you, this money is for my mama’s flowers!” She wiped her dirty forehead, sitting on her legs, dusting off her school skirt. “Why don’t you get your own money anyways…” She blew the hair away from her face, getting her fallen bag as she took her exit.

“H-hey!—“

Ignoring the calls, she hugged the black bag with stitched on stars close to her body, sighing. “Mom’s gonna be so mad..!” She grumbled, her fist clenching around the straps.

“That was pretty cool back there!” He stood tall—in his own ways. “He was like ‘give me all your money [name]-chan!!’ And then, you were all like, ‘Hell no! This is for my mom!’

She looked at the strange boy perched in front of her, raising her eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s how it went down, I was there y’know?”

He chuckled, his slightly long hair sticking out the most to her eyes. “I’m Baji Keisuke.” His hand stayed in-between your bodies, waiting for her hand to collide with his own.

“Hi, Baji-kun, I’m [last name] [name].” She shook his hand, feeling the warmth from his fingers rubbing against her own, coughing. “Hey!” She pulled her hand away, instead pointing straight at his forehead. “Why didn’t you help me instead of watching?!” You huffed, pushing your arm up to your chest.

“Huh?” Keisuke gave an awkward cough, his hand reaching behind his head, his nails scratching at his neck. “I could tell they weren’t gonna do any harm, or else I woulda’ jumped in. What type of guy hits a girl anyway?”

A warm smile sketched its way upon her face, “That’s right, Baji-kun!” She stared into his gray eyes that forged her brain to reminisce of the days her hands and fingers left fingerprints on the cold window, watching rain protrude the land. Tilting her head, she read the logo off of his shirt. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Baji-kun!”

She waltzes with a smile, ‘such pretty eyes!’

Keisuke watched as her form disappeared with every second, her shadow that once followed behind her blending in with the darkness his eyes captured from such a far distance.

"Baji."

He turned towards the all too familiar voice knocking him out of his daydream; now focused on something brand new rather than the warmth that laid beneath the layers of her hand. “Huh? Oh, hey Kazutora!” He smiled, "She's pretty, huh?"

“Yeah, I guess." He rolled sandy hues, rubbing his neck; fingers accidentally entrossing themselves in his ebony strands of hair.

Keisuke smiled, "Well, anyways, wanna come and eat with me before I go over to Mikey’s?"

“Sure.” Kazutora walked in suite, following his best friend's path to wherever he led him to. It was only seconds before Hanemiya Kazutora forgot all about the girl.

A brand new day had been brought to [name], students filling the lunchroom; chipper voices bouncing off each painted wall.

She sat by herself, her hands on the triangular shape of a sandwich; her fingers already seeping into soft bread.

"[Last name]-chan! You don't mind if we sit with ya, do you?"

Pulling the sandwich away from her mouth, she looked up to see the boy from yesterday, focusing on his fangs bearing from his smile. Not long after, she stared at the shorter boy, waving. She offered an embarrassed smile, an awkward laugh. "Sure." She watched as they both sat down, rubbing her eyebrow. "I really didn't expect to see you again, Baji-kun."

Keisuke swallowed his chewed up carrot, "Huh? But, you told me you were gonna see me today?"

"Yeah, but—"

"She doesn't like you Baji, that's what she's tryna say."

[Name] grumbled, "I didn't say that, dummie!" She glared at him through the side of her eyes, focusing back on Keisuke who simply ate his lunch. "I honestly just didn't expect you to talk to me again."

Taking yet another bite of her sandwich, looking up at the stranger to see him silently eating a plain sandwich. "What's your name?"

"Hanemiya Kazutora." Kazutora shrugged, taking a sweep of your facial structure, drinking the juice in his hand.

She smiled, "You're on odd pair, Baji-kun, Hanemiya-kun!"

"Huh? How?" Keisuke looked at you with a bizarre look, raising his eyebrows.

"Hanemiya-kun, he's so quiet, whilst you—Baji-kun, so loud and expressive." She smiled at Baji's face, "I mean it in a respectful way, of course!"

"It's great and all, until you get annoyed by Baji, [last name]."

She darted her eyes towards Kazutora, giving him a fake frown. "He can't be that bad, he looks fun!"

Keisuke blushed, "aha..AHAHA.."

Kazutora shook his head, "See that right there? That was a prime example of what I mean."

Before she could flood them with her laughs, the bell rang; lunch had gone by faster than any other day. She stuck her hand out in front of Keisuke's face, "From today on, we're friends!" She cheesed, her face contouring into one of embarrassment. "If you'd like, of course!"

Keisuke jumped up, shaking your hand vigorously. "Hell yeah!"

She turned towards the silent boy, "Hanemiya-kun?"

"Hm?"

She rubbed your neck, "Do you.. wanna be friends as well?"

Kazutora stared at you, offering a small smile which happened to be slightly. "Yeah, sure."

She smiled—such a charismatic smile of hers. She happened to stare into those sandy eyes that only reminded her of the beige coloring of the grainy remains she'd dug her hands into as a child; the sand that covered the beach.

"I'll see later, Baji-kun, Hanemiya-kun!"

"Higher, Baji-kun!"

"Ugh! I'm going, I'm going!" Keisuke stopped pushing Kazutora's swing, running over to [name]'s.

"You're such an idiot, Baji."

She chuckled at Kazutora, swinging her legs in rhythm, peering up at the sky, watching passing airplanes leave their trails of gas as they propel through the clouds. "Baji-kun!"

"Yeah?!"

She jumped off the swing, "Here, you can get on!"

Keisuke cheered in victory, his idiotically grand smile showcasing his fangs.

"Kindness won't get you anywhere, [last name]."

She waved Kazutora off, "Sure, but it doesn't apply to friends, right?" She paid no mind, her palms pressing into Keisuke's back, pushing him away every time his swing neared her.

"Yeah, I guess.." He hopped off of his own swing, "You can get on my swing, I'll push you two."

She hummed, her hands gripping onto the slightly rusty chains; her heart fluttering as she felt his hands push her back into the air.

"Use your legs or else you won't go any faster, [last name]."

She sighed, "Right."

"Hey, mama?" Her words followed after her touching lips no longer touched. Her hand holding a soapy sponge, scrubbing a ceramic plate.

Her mother—who dried all the dishes [name] washed—hummed. "Yeah?"

"I think..I think I got those butterflies you told me you got with pa!"

[Mother's Name] smiled, turning towards [name], her hands on her hips. "Really now?" She moved towards the living room, "C'mon now, [name]!"

She hopped off of the step stool, drying her hands off before running after her mother.

"Tell me all about it!" [Mother's Name] smiled down at her daughter who sat on the floor below her.

[Name] rubbed her neck, heat elevating up to her cheeks. "W-well.. I met him two days ago!"

"You've only known him for two days?!"

[Name] panicked waving her hands in her face. "Mama! Let me finish!" She huffed, shaking her head at her mother. "The day before today, I met a boy named Baji Keisuke—it was after those boys tried stealing my money—"

"Oh yeah, the day you ruined your uniform.." her mother rolled her eyes playfully, though they wandered over to the flowers in a clear case.

[Name] stuck her tongue out, "Yeah, that day!"

"So, the boy you like is Baji Keisuke?"

"No, no! I don't like anybody—"

"Then, how did you get butterflies?!"

[Name] covered her face with her hands, dragging her fingers across her face. "Ugh, I dunno!" She groaned at herself, shaking her head. "Well, after I met Baji-kun, the next day I met his friend; Hanemiya Kazutora."

Her mother gasped, "Is that the boy you're so conflicted about?"

She stayed in thought, "No, I don't think I'm conflicted about Hanemiya-kun..Now that I think of it, it was probably chills from the gust of wind that hit me when he pushed my swing."

"Then why would you tell me you got butterflies?!" She boomed, close to strangling her daughter .

"Ahh! I dunno! I thought it was butterflies, but I guess not!" She shrugged, laughs slipping past her lips.

"You think about whatever you're thinking about, [name]. I'll finish the dishes. Matter of fact, get started on your homework too!"

As her mother walked back into her kitchen, she played with the ends of her skirt. [Name] sighed, resting her head in her palm. She could only believe the wind was what caused her body to go through a shock wave.

Then again, those pretty yellow gravel eyes, Kazutora was more than mysterious; was he funny? Once you've known him for a while, would he be more comfortable, would he make jokes just as Keisuke? Does he have ambitions and goals he'd do anything to achieve?

Varieties of questions surged through her mind, perhaps it wasn't a silly crush she had on Kazutora. [Name] believed it was his secluded personality that drew him towards her. Small sentences and sounds is what Kazutora would give her; staying in his own world when it was the three of them together.

"Baji-kun won't be joining us today, Hanemiya-kun?" She chewed her food down, raising an eyebrow.

"No, he probably skipped to go with Mikey."

"Mikey?"

"Hm? Yeah, he's Baji's closest friend."

[Name] nodded, "To be honest, I thought you were Baji-kun's closest friend."

"Nah."

She sighed, "Hanemiya, y'know, you don't have to sit with me or talk with me." She smiled, "I know ya don't really think of me as a friend!"

Kazutora raised an eyebrow, "I thought we became friends yesterday, why wouldn't I be your friend?" He chuckled, shaking his head at her smile.

She shrugged, "I just thought you weren't interested or something!"

He sighed, "I'm not always this quiet, I'll probably talk to you more once we get closer." A small smile came upon him, "Don't get your hopes up just yet, [last name]."

A victorious smile sketched onto her cute face, his mesmerizing eyes catching her into a daze; they made her feel trapped in a second dimension, they differed from the usual blue, brown, or hazel hues. [Name] enjoyed that, they were so pretty to her, she could stare into his glossy eyes for eternity if she were ever given the chance to do so.

Kazutora's chuckle knocked her out of her daydream, "your eyes are quite nice too, [last name]."

unrevised ngl </3

[zvnphoria]

the way i’m the top writer for kazutora is so funny to me

i love them boy sm he’s my fave <3

[zvnphoria]

DONT WORRY i’ll write for him very soon i have a few works already !!!!

i dont see many writings for kazutora here 😕 #devastated

[zvnphoria]

YALL WHAT IF AKANE (inui’s sister) WAS A GIRL KISSER THIS ENTIRE TIME I’M—⁉️

[zvnphoria]

schedule

- how kazutora would act around his crush that is baji’s adoptive sister

- kazutora breaking up with his girlfriend

- kazutora with a (future) girlfriend that is a childhood friend

[zvnphoria]

masterlist

kazutora hanemiya

- boyfriend hcs

- kazutora bothering f!reader in class

chifuyu matsuno

- first sleepover with chifuyu

manjiro sano (mikey)

- how you first met mikey hcs

- what mikey would have a crush look like hcs

souta kawata (angry)

- boyfriend hcs

[zvnphoria]

about me / request rules

about me

- hi! you can call me boa (i just came up with this.. in fact it’s not close to my real name at all) and yes inspired by boa hancock from one piece ♡

- pronouns are she/they but i’m completely fine with she/her as well :)

things i love

- reading manga (tokyo rev, chainsaw man, 5-toubun no hanayome, etc!)

- boba (expect some random boba dates in my works :p)

- kazutora hanemiya.

request rules

- i automatically write about the characters’ past selves so if you want their present selves please say so while requesting! i do this because i’m their age so it’s easier for me :,)

- i will not be writing nsfw (i’m a minor)

- i will not be writing for male readers (no hard feelings i just don’t know how to put myself into that perspective!)

- i will not be writing for kisaki tetta or taiju (self explanatory)

- i’m so so so sorry if i take a long time to do your request,, i either have no motivation or the character you requested me to write about doesn’t really interest me/i have no idea how they would act like. so please be patient and bare with me, thank you! <3

[zvnphoria]

okay i’m gonna fix my whole page rn it looks messy 👎🏼

[zvnphoria]

i kinda wanna cry.. chifuyu’s is so cute wow

7 minutes in heaven w/ Ran & Chifuyu

requested

characters: ran haitani + chifuyu matsuno

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of drinking + swearing

the party was far from under control what one could consider as control. despite having only started around two hours prior to the current situation you were in, it was more than obvious that some had a downed a few more drinks than they had initially planned, whilst others were already falling asleep on the vacant couches

the host house was nobody's in particular, which saved the caution when it came to stabilising those who were barely walking straight. it was a simple, abandoned garage that you had all put in work to make it look quite accommodating, everyone donating pieces of furniture to make up the room that was almost like a second home whenever a party was hosted

seeing as the grand majority of the participants were guys, said parties would always get out of hand, usually resulting in the infamous game that had been used one too many times as a sort of match-making system

currently, you were reevaluating your decision that had gotten you into such a game - courtesy of yuzuha's insisting attitude to get you to sit in the circle with a few others - and wondering if there was really any way out of it

cheerful laughing and teasing comments were thrown around at each other, some more than others, as mikey placed the empty bottle of soda in the middle of the gathered bunch. draken had to stabilise him so as to not lose his balance as baji almost knocked him over with a friendly push, causing a sudden shout of surprise from the blond

needless to say, the game was only going to rile them up even more, probably not something recommendable knowing that some of the individuals in the circle would, without even a second thought, start a fight with another if provoked

the life of mingling with gangsters, you supposed

"alright everyone, quiet the hell down! i don't need to go over the rules, we all know how to play by now: you get who you're given, and if you refuse to go into the closet with them, you're outta the game!"

always one with his words, mikey finally sat down beside his comrades, right before he gave the bottle a swift push to send it into a spinning movement in the centre of the circle. all eyes were fixed on the plastic container, wondering who the first one would go into the notorious closet that, more than often, ended up in some awkward scenarios

you felt something brush against your side, causing you to turn to your right. no surprise, yuzuha was looking at you with a giddy smile. she knew the person you had been keeping your eye on all night was there, so she wouldn't let you leave the game until she saw you with them heading towards the closet

giving her a playful roll of your eyes, you focused back onto the now slowing down bottle. it was getting awfully close to you, what if...

"Y/N! You're up first!"

Damn

unsurprisingly, a few whistles were heard between the guys, others nodding there head at the interesting start to the game; amidst the bunch, you caught hakkai sending you a knowing glance over at you. of course, his sister had undoubtedly let her mouth slip, no doubt

yuzuha, on her behalf, gave you a few taps on your hand once more, growing even more excited to see if she could finally witness her friend get set up with someone that night

"now, who's going to join them...?"

as the bottle took up its nerve-racking job, the room fell silent in anticipation to the person that was to be picked, the only sounds being the snores of souya and nahoya snoozing on the couch closest to all of you

coming to a slow stop, the plastic object eventually landed on...

Ran

"ran!"

a snort was heard from across the circle. sanzu, who was sat to the left of the eldest haitani brother, had fallen back from his sitting position upon seeing that his friend had been picked, immensely amused

quite like the one beside you, really. squeezing your hand so tightly you were sure you'd lose your sense in it soon, yuzuha quickly pushed you up to your feet

ran's reaction wasn't quite as expressive, and honestly, you were glad. although your gradually heating-up face was probably more than enough of a sign as to how you felt, you didn't know if he was glad or appalled at the selection.

he didn't even look over at you, thankfully, standing up without much of a word. your heart was racing at a pace you hadn't even expected; sure, the crush on the haitani had been something eating away at your mind, but you had never really thought that you would ever have a chance to even speak with him much

he was such a prestigious gangster amongst the tokyo delinquents, why would he ever even spare a second on y-

"go ahead, then"

you didn't even dare to look up at his towering form. you could almost hear the smile in his voice and, frankly, you weren't sure if that was a good thing or if you weren't getting out of the dark closet alive

as he stood at the door to let you in, mikey reminded the two of you how long you had before he returned to the growing murmurs that were held between everyone else. yuzuha was practically jumping in her seat as she watched you go into the wooden closet

door shutting behind you, you had forgotten just how small the closet could be; the space between you and ran was far from big, and if you happened to move even slightly with your arm, you were sure to brush up against him

god, you could barely even think straight. what the hell were you supposed to do ?

a few seconds of seconds passed by in silence, your eyes fixed on the ground, only just making out the outline of your shoes. a low voice, however, snapped you out of your thoughts in an instant

"you do know i notice how you stare at me whenever im around, right?"

turning your head up to him, you felt like a deer caught in headlights. great, so you hadn't been exactly subtle about the looks you would occasionally give him when he was nearby. well, occasional...

"if you weren't so shy and...quiet, i think we could actually get somewhere with this, you know?"

what

picking up at your nervous reaction upon hearing his words, he let out a low chuckle, only sending chills down your spin. you felt absolutely helpless under his gaze, but had you really just heard the one and only ran haitani say what you think he meant or-?

his hand came up to grab hold of your chin, and you were certain your knees would give out in that moment. his face was became clearer as he leaned down towards you, his lazy smile adorning his features. you had never imagined you would ever see up so close, and now you were starting to realise just how much you had been searching to be near him

his braids slipping down from his shoulders as his body angled down, his voice rang out in your ears as he spoke up, though this time his tone was much lower, quieter

"you're quite the sight yourself...i wouldn't mind indulging myself in you on other occasions"

he knew what he was doing. your breath was practically caught up in your throat, and you could only look at him with stunned, yet complying, eyes

his own narrowed down at you as his smile widened ever so slightly, and the quick glance down at your lips went far from unnoticed by you. oh, god

tilting up your head a little further up with such a care that you would have never thought he was even capable of, his face approached your own as he angled his head ever so slightly to the side

it what felt like a split second, his lips fell on your own. for a moment, you kept your eyes widened, not really sure if this was actually happening. however, at the soft texture that was pushing against your lips, you closed your eyes to follow his movements, ignoring any other thoughts that were running through your mind

as you responded to him, you could feel him smile against you. of course, he would never leave behind his characteristic, cocky behaviour, no matter the circumstance

you supposed it was a sign for him to go further as you noticed his hand slowly come up to rest his fingers on your cheek, his thumb on the other, resulting inn a better hold of your face

it only took a few seconds before his tongue slid over your lips, asking for permission. truthfully, you hadn't a clue what had gone over you as you slowly parted your mouth for him, bringing up your own arms to wrap around his neck. hell, you didn't have much to lose at this point.

losing yourself in the way he skilfully moved against you, you hadn't realised his hand slipping down, wavering around your neck before joining his other down by your waist. although the space was cramped, by the way you were pressed up against him it no longer felt as restrictive and cramped

all sense of time was lost. all you could focus on was the way he managed to simply get you all flustered and weak with his mouth, only breaking away for a few seconds before catching your now blushed lips once more

you tugged slightly at his hair, resulting in him parting away from you with a low hum. at first, you weren't sure if you had done something wrong, quickly falling into a state of worry. however, your doubts were quickly washed away as he switched to your neck, sucking on the soft skin. it had obviously sent him off into another tangent that you weren't sure you even had time for-

"time's up, people, let's-!"

practically leaping out of your skin, you quickly came back to your senses at the sudden flood of light in the closest. ran mimicked your reaction, although not as fast as you would have preferred

"woah, okay! didn't think y'all would even talk to each other!"

face turning several shades of red in an instant, you looked back out into the room you had forgotten you were even still in, a crowd of laughter breaking out as everyone noticed that the two of you hadn't just held a friendly conversation

but, perhaps you would speak up a little more with him if this was the outcome...

Chifuyu

"chifuyu!"

the name hit you like a punch to the chest. out of everyone, every single guy in the room, it just had to be that one blond. sat beside baji, you noticed chifuyu's eyes widening upon the being picked by the plastic container whilst being shaken by his black-haired friend

baji had always been pretty reluctant in getting his rather solitary best friend involved in the game, since he seemed to never actually get picked to go into the closet. he always deemed it as his destiny to remain single for a few years to come, but others would always beg to differ

you wished you could change that; it just took you a little to actually get it out. yuzuha had, countless times, tried to motivate you to speak to him more often. sure, the two of you held a pretty good friendship, but the bugging feelings that you had developed for him had been conflicting your actions for a good few months by now, and you just wanted to get rid of them

whether or not you would be able to do so now, surrounded with a crowd of guys that were trying to get their friend a partner once and for all, was really up to forced unknown to you. just standing up to head towards the closet was hard enough without yuzuha's help, so you dreaded to think what would happen

with a smile on his face, chifuyu waited for you at the door of the closet, letting you go in first as you sent him a nervous smile. mikey rambled on in the background over rules, but his attention was quickly diverted to the topic at hand between everybody: what would come out of that pair?

closing the door behind him, the blond let out a sigh that you could tell he had been holding him since he stood up amidst his excited friends

"you would think they would change as they grew up, huh?"

he always managed to make any situation familiar, no matter how shaken up you were. it was the way he spoke, the way he would treat you. but he did that with so many others, so you had limited yourself to simply believe that it was part of his persona, to be a gentle soul

as you giggled at his statement, you nodded in agreement. you had known each other for a few years by now, and had grown up with the same idiots that were sat outside, their voices heard even through the wooden door. the childhood spent beside him was something you knew you would always feel grateful for, and you wished you could simply consider him as just that: a childhood friend, nothing more, nothing less

but it was impossible. even just stood there, in the dark of the empty space, you could almost hear your heart flutter as you looked over at him. he had always given you a sense of comfort, and you couldn't even think of a way to repay him after all that he has done for you

"Y/N, is everything alright?"

there he went again

without hesitation, you gave him a nod of reassurance. you were perfectly fine; in fact you, could consider yourself the happiest person whenever in his presence, whenever around him. you couldn't pin point it to an exact trait, it was really just all of him. all of chifuyu

"yeah, yeah, im fine..just lost in thought, i guess"

well, it wasn't a lie. however, you had far from expected him to say something more to your simple answer

"what thoughts?"

of course, he hadn't a clue. why would he? for all you knew, many other girls probably treated him with the same kindness with intentions of becoming closer to him; he probably didn't even notice your own, subtle signs you gave him to try and, perhaps, reach him before anybody else did

you wished him only the best. whether that were with you or somebody else, you didn't mind as long as he was happy with his significant other. and you were only there to try and help him avoid getting his heart broken, even if that meant standing at the sidelines

"it's nothing, don't worry"

he clearly didn't seem very content, or even convinced, at your words. furrowing his eyebrows together, he looked down at his hands for a split second. he was nervous, but whatever for?

what if he had...noticed? oh, god...what if he thought you were going to confess to him and he felt anything but the same about you? a sense of fear rushed through your body, and you could only stand in silence to hear out his next words, whatever they may be

"Y/N, i...ive been meaning to tell you something for a bit now"

no doubt, he had noticed. signalling to go on with a nod of your head as you tried to keep your friendly composure, you noticed him suck in a swift breath of air

"its just...okay, I really hope this doesn't come off as creepy or weird, and im sorry in advance if it does but...ive kind of, uhm, liked you for a bit now. I never really got around to tell you because I was afraid that someone would overhear and I wouldn't want to embarrass you like that, so I figured I could tell you here. but if you don't feel the same way, its alright; really, i just-"

"chifuyu"

it was as though everything else around you had disappeared, the only thing ringing in your ears being his stammering voice. far from what you had expected, what you had bargained for, you were left utterly speechless. you would have cut him off before his doubtful thoughts, but you simply hadn't collected yourself in time to do so

"...yes?"

without a second thought, you leaned over to catch his lips with your own. you were sure you wouldn't find any words to respond to him, so you decided the second best way to tell him was showing him how the feelings were reciprocated.

pulling away mere seconds after your bold move, you were surprised with a sudden grip at your arm, stopping you in your tracks. you could make out his blushed features even in the low light, but also his joyful smile. the one you had only wished you could bring out more often

not a second more wasted, he pulled you back into his arms, finishing up what you had timidly started. there was no need for words. just by the way he held you, the way his hands carefully held your face, was more than enough to tell you that you had been far from alone in your feelings

filled with pure joy, you hadn't even noticed the door slowly creeping open

"I told you he could do it!"

of course, baji's voice was the first to be heard, followed by a rather loud cheer from guys beside him. yuzuha promptly joined as soon as she saw you, and you were sure to tell her every last detail of what had just happened

[zvnphoria]

many people want Senju to be a girl too, but their names sound slike a boy 😦

yeah😓 i just saw the eyelashes and went “oh please be a girl” having a girl antag would just be so???