Meeting His Counterpart, Pt. 4

Meeting his counterpart, pt. 4

⌗ Pairing: Kisaki Tetta.

⌗ Warnings: Cursing, mention of killing.

⌗ A/N: I… told ya I was thinking about this. Also, if you don’t like to read about him, feel comfy letting me know in them dms and I won’t tag you in his stuff.

First of all, I’m talking about timeskip Kisaki.

I think his counterpart could be someone as smart as him, or smarter.

And someone crazier than Hanma.

You were Hanma’s ace. The fucker goes to you every time he needs help to get Kisaki’s order done, because you are smart as hell, but also really diligent.

He also respects you a lot since you’re a senior in the gang scene.

It was too damn early in the morning when you hear a bunch of knocks on your door, you roll your eyes, knowing damn well who he is because Hanma knocks in a specific rhythm and everything.

What you didn’t expect was to also see his boss beside him.

“What the fuck are you doing at my fucking door at this ungodly hour, Shuji?” You ask, trying to surpass a yawn.

“This is the time I always come,” He says while already getting inside without waiting for you to open the door. “Don’t forget I’m the only one that gets to see your half naked ass without being killed.”

You roll your eyes. That’s true, since you sleep in a worn out sweatshirt and underwear. You let the door open for the other man and walk to your open kitchen to make your morning coffee.

“Maybe I should kill you.” You say, pointing to a specific jar for him to pass it to you since he likes a specific coffee.

When you get in front of his boss, the counter in the middle, is when you nod politely at him.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Yeah, okay, what the fuck are we doing at one of your conquests’ house?” He asks Hanma.

“Get the hell out of my house before I let my apprentice without a fucking boss.” You say quietly, still making the coffee.

Even Hanma, ever so delighted with chaos, takes a step to you, just in case.

“Do I have to remind you who I am?” The guy says and you chuckle.

Without giving any of them a second to react, you lift the gun you have on the utensils drawer and point in the middle of his eyebrows, still with the same deadpan expression. Hanma sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Do I have to introduce myself before you meet God, Kisaki?” You say and raise your eyebrows, challenging him to fucking answer. His eyes are wide open, not knowing how to react since this was so sudden.

“Now, little one, would you please put that down? I really don’t feel like cleaning someone’s blood in your apartment again?” Hanma says and Kisaki looks at him offended, he isn’t even trying to take the gun from you, instead turning on the stove and putting the coffee on it.

Kisaki smiles like a maniac seeing that you seem to be very sure of what you’re doing.

“Name’s Kisaki Tetta, my apologies.” He says. With a funny grace you put the gun down, by your side and turn around to Hanma.

“Don’t bring disrespectful fucks to my house Shuji, I’m not gonna appreciate having to clean blood in my damn underwear.” He nods, not giving you that much of an attention and instead giving it to your fridge. You turn to Kisaki. “Name’s Y/N.”

“So, you’re not Hanma’s partner?” He asks.

“That’s my senior, the one that gets the difficult shit done just because I’m an angel.” You roll your eyes at Hanma’s comment.

When they actually get to business, explaining to you what they need from you and Kisaki see how you carry yourself, putting things basic for Hanma to understand and how you just shrug, telling his right hand that you would go with him to have his back. He is delighted.

He’s been in your apartment for an hour and he already can tell he is indeed very much attracted to you.

“Now don’t go around falling in love, Kisaki.” Hanma laughs and Kisaki rolls his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, you freak.” He looks at you. “I want you in my gang, you probably have more presence in this world than half of my executives.”

You chuckle and give him a flirty smile.

“You really want to make me a higher up just because you got turned on by me putting you in your place, don’t you?” You say with a smirk. “Are you that desperate to see me again?”

“I’m going to keep coming here, seeing you daily isn’t gonna be a problem, you not being mine is.” He says in a serious tone and you actually laugh out loud.

“I don’t think you can’t handle all of that.” Hanma says in a mocking tone while shrugging, and you nod at his words.

“I am aware,” Kisaki says, then smirks. “And I’m willing to take the risk.”

You smile.

birthday blowjob for kisaki <3 he deserves it for being hot or whatever

tags: 18+, mdni, gender neutral! reader, somnophilia, blow jobs, hair pulling, throat fucking, cum swallowing

a/n: you ask and i shall deliver

it’s early, earlier than you’re usually up, earlier than kisaki gets up, and you could be using this time to make the breakfast you wanted to surprise him with, but then you notice the tent in his boxers.

it’s his birthday, and you can’t let you precious boyfriend wake up with a hard on when it’s his birthday—especially since he’s not a morning person anyway. you leave a trail of chaste kisses along his cheek, smiling softly when he grumbles incoherently in his slumber. his face twitches slightly, but he relaxes once more when you gently brush back a few strands of hair from his forehead, ghost of a soft hum vibrating through his chest.

kisaki never really celebrates his birthday, but you insist he does, so he indulges in a few traditions now that you’re here. and maybe he doesn’t really find any value in a stupid cake with an even stupider message—but it makes you smile, happy even, and perhaps it’s worth it just for that. and blowing candles is for children, and he’s an adult—a scary one at that, but you always say no one is too old for candles, and he thinks he’s inclined to believe you if you lean in and kiss his jaw like that.

kisaki has always hated a lot of things about his life, has wanted to see a lot of people experiencing the worst he has to offer, but you’re one thing he likes. loves. and maybe love isn’t enough to fix a person, but it’s enough to change them just a little.

your hand rubs over the bulge in his boxers, and he grunts quietly, stirring a little as his breath quicks from the friction. you feel him grow harder through the fabric, and soon, there’s a wet patch forming from the leaking pre cum, and you grin at the way his mouth is slightly parted as he pants in his sleep. there’s a small, barely noticeable buck of his hips, cock chasing your hand and searching for your touch, even if it’s through the thin cloth separating you.

slowly, you inch his boxers down his hips, and you admire the way his head is flushed a pretty pink, bead of pre cum leaking from the tip. you smear it with your thumb, stroking only the tip of his swollen cock, and he lets out a low, frustrated groan, signature scowl twisting on his face and making you chuckle. you press a soft kiss to the tip, and he lets out a quiet whine—even in his sleep, gentle affection seems to make him lose just a little bit of composure.

your tongue glides through his slit, and the first moan of the morning is spilled into the frigid air, and then your tongue swirls around his tip, and runs down the underside of his cock as you take him all the way down your throat, and kisaki groans loudly, hips bucking up and sending him deeper into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and suck, and he gasps out, eyes fluttering open as a single strand of hair falls over his forehead. gray eyes find yours, and he squints a little without his glasses, but he still looks as beautiful as ever.

it’s a shame he’s not a morning person—because the sun hitting his skin and making his blonde locks look golden is enough to encourage you to bob your head up and down his length, and he throws his head back and chokes on a moan.

“fuck—it’s not even…not even seven am,” he pants, gasping when your hand moves to fondle with his balls, and his voice cracks in the middle as he calls your name out in instinct. it swells you up with pride that you’ve got him like this, body limbless and thoughts incoherent as he desperately chases his orgasm.

“like that, yeah,” he breathes, choking on a another moan when your hand leaves his balls and pumps the base of his cock, hand working whatever your mouth can’t take in. but kisaki’s never satisfied until he takes everything he can get, and his hand finds it’s way to curl his fingers into your hair, pulling you down and bucking his hips up at the same time. his tip hits the back of your throat, and you choke slightly. spit covers your chin, but kisaki’s never minded a mess. blood splatters are far worse than this, and that’s a normal occurrence for him.

“you c-can take more,” he demands, “take my whole cock.” you let your jaw slack and he tightens his grip in your hair, slamming his hips up and fucking your throat desperately.

“shit—god you’re something else,” he scoffs, “need my cock so bad? can’t even wait till i’m—o-oh fuck—till i’m up?”

he knows the answer. he knows you’re doing this for him, not for yourself—much like everything you do. but kisaki finds it hard to admit to you that he needs you to put him first, that he needs someone to see him as first. so he makes you think it’s you who needs him, that it’s you who needs the taste of his cock.

“fuck, i’m ‘bout to cum,” he groans, and the quietest of whimpers catches at the back of his throat when your hand strokes his inner thigh. gentle, that’s what you are. he’s destruction where he goes, but you’re his salvation, and even the devil was an angel once. kisaki needs you and your soft touches and your delicate soul more than he cares to admit.

“oh fuck,” he rasps, and with one more buck of his hips, he’s cumming down your throat—hard. a soft whine is pulled from his mouth, and his hand tugs at his hair as the pleasure overwhelms his senses. his head sinks into the plush of the pillow underneath him, and his eyes are screwed shut tightly. you watch as his abs flex, how the thin layer of sweat makes his skin shine while his swollen lips are parted as moans spill freely from them. “s-so good, feels so good,” he babbles.

only you get kisaki tetta mindlessly babbling from an earth shattering orgasm, and it almost feels like a gift, like it’s your birthday and not his as you watch him crumble before you.

he cums in spurts, shooting ribbons down your throat, and you try your best to swallow every drop. a mixture of your spit and his release drips down your chin, and with one more rope of cum, he curves into the mattress as his body slumps. he pants, catching his breath, watching as you pop off his softening cock and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, smiling at him as you meet his gaze. his eye roll, but he holds the blanket open for you slide in beside him.

“happy birthday, tetta,” you hum, leaning and kissing his lips. he grunts, kissing you back instantly, tasting himself on your tongue. pride swells in his chest, and he closes his eyes as you cup his cheek.

“why’re you up so early?” he raises a brow.

“to start your day off right,” you chuckle, patting his cheek. “maybe you’ll be less grumpy throughout the day now.”

“if i am, do i get to wake up like this every morning?” he asks with a raised brow, amusement lacing his tone as he smirks at you. you roll your eyes—but you know if he asked, you’d never deny him of anything.

“nope. you gotta wait till next year,” you giggle, head finding his chest, and he curls an arm around you and pulls you flush against his body. and just like that, he thinks maybe he wants every day to be his birthday—and he might just love the traditions you bring with it after all.

omg han if you’re seeing this, this is for you

"calm down a little for me, yeah?"

Me: *dead*🥵

Judgment.

↳ Pairing. Timeskip! Taiju Shiba.

↳ Summary. Your boss helps you with your problems of confidence in the only way he can: the weird one.

↳ Word count. 3.8K [I needed to explain the whole idea lmao]

↳ Warnings. Cursing, Fem!reader.

↳ Note. We already know about Taiju timeskip but I want yall to have in mind what happens in that chapter because this is like an insight into Taiju’s personal life while having in mind that canon scene between him and Touman. Also, I don’t tag people for Kisaki and Taiju to avoid discomfort.

Request.

“You think you can help me with closing, tonight?” Taiju asks you for the fourth night in a row. You smile and nod. “I'll pay you extra hours and I'll take you home since the others are not gonna be able to wait for you.”

“It's okay, I can take a taxi if-,” You close your mouth at his deadpan expression.

That situation is starting to become more common; Taiju asking you to help him with his expensive restaurant and you doing it because that's your job, duh. You’ve been working for him for three years now, starting as a simple waitress and now being his second in command. He trusts you with the monthly sales, and even if he's on vacation he leaves you in charge to be the boss and take the money home so when he's back he can take it to the bank.

Now, the taking you home started four days ago when he asked you to help him with this month sales and with the preparations for the next decoration of the place; Looking for ideas, searching for professionals and so on took you four days, and now yall need to focus on the making of the budget so yeah, yall need to work extra hours today too. The thing is, the opinion of others about you makes you insecure, you give a lot of importance to people’s opinion and sadly your neighbors are the most nosy people in the country. You don't want to keep turning down your boss’ genuine offer but God, if your neighbors see you getting out of his black expensive car for a second time (because you have rejected him twice in the past four days) they are going to start with the micro-aggressions again.

“Yesterday and the day before you turned down my offer too and I couldn't fall asleep until you texted me that you made it home. It's not going to happen again tonight. I'm going to take you home after we are done here.” He says and although his tone is not harsh, you know better than to keep arguing about it.

“Yes sir, I'm sorry.”

“What's the reason, anyway?”

“Pardon?”

“The reason, Y/N.” He says a little harshly after sighing. He knows damn well that you heard him. “Do I make you uncomfortable? You can go with the others if that's the-,”

“No! No, no, I'm sorry- I'm going to explain myself when we close, is that okay?” You ask and he just nods absently, turning around and entering his office.

You sigh, great, now your boss of three years thinks you’re uncomfortable in his presence, even though you're the only one that can face him at all time, even when he is mad at some rude customer or when he is mad at the poor behavior of some of the waiters.

You end the official shift smoothly and tell everyone that you're not gonna be accompanying them in the subway. After they’re gone you take all the money in the cash register with the bills and go looking for your boss. You knock on his door and get inside after he gives you permission.

“This is today’s income…” You murmur and he nods, taking everything in your hand and putting it in the safe without needing to count the money. “So… the reason.”

In silence he sits back on his chair, puts the bills and other papers aside, and looks at you, letting you know that you have his undivided attention now.

“You see, I have problems with my confidence, I overthink a lot and give too much importance to my reputation. My neighbors are the nosiest people I've ever met, so if you take me home continuously…” He nods.

“They are gonna think we fuck.” You suck a breath at his choice of words but yeah, you can’t expect anything else from Taiju Shiba.

“Yes, that.”

“I can take you and stop the car around the corner.” He offers and you look at him with a small grateful smile, but he is not smiling back. “But, you should work on that confidence. They are not paying your bills.”

“I-I know.” You mumble, mortified with the fact that you’re having this conversation with your boss of all people. “I don't know how, though.”

“Well, you can start by doing whatever the fuck you want, and ignore their comments.” He shrugs and when you nod he continues. “And if they directly talk to you about your life then tell them to fuck off.”

“Isn’t that disrespectful?” You frown.

“Isn't it more disrespectful to mind other people’s business?” You close your mouth. He has a damn good point.

“I'm going to- uh- uhm, start by doing what I want?” You say and even if you didn't mean to ask it ended up sounding like it. He nods.

“Great, so I will be taking you home when we finish this.” He says, not leaving a space to argue back and already taking all the papers yall need to talk about the makeover of his restaurant.

That's the start of you building your confidence, with the first step being letting him take you home that night and ignoring the stares of your neighbors, walking with faked confidence till you make it inside your apartment. That simple conversation wasn't all you need to change your ways, no, but he actually keeps helping you, asking you every day if you succeed in ignoring them, if you did something risky in front of them and when you tell him yes he just gives you a small proud smile and when you say no he just nods. The relationship between the both of you gets closer and a little more honest.

“I'm saying that, one thing is to take me home because your apartment is on the way but another thing is getting out of the car.” You tell him one night.

Not only is he so fucking tall and beefy and intimidating but the tattoos and also the fact that he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. If he goes off on the customers that are rude to you, it's more than likely that he is gonna go off on your neighbors if they say something.

“It's about that reputation stuff again, right?” He asks and you look up to the ceiling that suddenly looks so interesting.

“You look so intimidating they would never believe me that you're my boss, you-,” He smirks.

“I look like a bully, is that it?” You tilt your head, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. “I am.”

And he's not lying, in one of those nights that you told him that you couldn't stand up for yourself he told you the whole story about how his little brother stood up for himself and his sister and he left them alone, away from his toxicity, and they are just beginning to talk again after all those years.

“Don’t say that, Tai’.” You mumble, stretching your hand to pat his shoulder since you were sitting in front of each other at the moment, drinking some expensive cognac as a celebration that the makeover of the place was a success. It took yall two whole months to do it. “You’re the best boss ever.”

“Don’t lie.” He chuckles.

“I’m not! You haven't given up in helping me, you are-,”

“Well, well.” Someone says from the door.

Before you can even turn around a bunch of men walk and surround you and Taiju. He stands up and quickly puts you behind him.

“Kokonoi? What the fuck is this, bastard?” Taiju asks the guy and you grip his suit because, well what the fuck are you supposed to do in this kind of situation, you cant even fight!!

“We are here to interrogate you about some of your ex-men snooping around in our boss’ business.” Another guy says and Taiju laughs.

“And you think you can stand up to me? With all these weak asses? “ He mocks.

“I don't know, but we'll see about that.” The black-haired guy says and he locks eyes with you when you take a sneak peek. “Oh? Guess your little one here is gonna watch you get your ass whooped.”

Taiju shakes his head slowly, almost calmly.

“Not gonna happen, you're gonna let her go. Now.” Taiju says and they look at each other in silence for a whole minute before the guy nods. Taiju softly puts you in front of him and looks at you expressionless, you can't tell if he's mad, scared, nothing. “You think you can get home by yourself at this time?”

“Yes… of course, I'll call a taxi.” You murmur. “Is this okay?”

“It's not, I'll have a conversation with them to fix it.” You nod, knowing he is lying but this is not the time or place to argue. “Go home and text me when you get there. I'll check the message when I’m done here.”

You nod and tug at his arm, when he gets on your level you kiss his cheek softly. You know it’s weird and unexpected but almost 20 people in the restaurant that came for the sole purpose of beating your boss isn't that expected either so fuck it, also he was the one telling you all those months ago that you need to do whatever the fuck you want.

You turn around and silently walk out, the men opening a path of you and not even trying to jump scare you.

When you get home you're aware of some neighbors that tend to stay awake till late just talking about every single person that enters the building, but tonight you cant bring yourself to give a single fuck about them since your mind is flooded with thoughts about Taiju; Is he okay? Would it be better if you call the police? Of course not, you know damn right he is indeed still affiliated to his ex gang since sometimes when you had to close the restaurant they came and talked with him in his office, but that doesn’t matter, it was like 20 guys!! He is not gonna be able to take them down by himself… right?

You decide that you need to calm down because if anything happens to him you’re gonna be the boss the next day in the restaurant to support him if he needs to rest or something. You take a warm quick shower and put on comfy clothes, just when you were about to make some coffee to wait the whole night if it’s needed to hear from him is that you remember he told you to text him when you make it home. You look for your phone like a madwoman and call him, he answers in the third tone.

“You… made it home… safe?” He rasps and you start to shake at his tone.

“Are you okay, Taiju? Where are you?! Are you hurt?!?! Taiju!!” Your eyes start to water and your lips start to tremble.

“I’m okay, baby, calm down a little for me, yeah?” He says in a whisper, your nervous state doesn’t let you register the pet name. “Did you make it home safe?”

“Y-Yes, I did. I called the taxi company that you recommended last month.” You mumble. “Are you okay?”

“I am, I just need… A little patch up.” You gasp, thinking about the worse scenario. “I can’t do it myself cause I’m too rough, you think you can do it for me, little one?”

You fall silent on the line for a moment and you close your eyes ashamed. Ashamed that the first thought that crossed your mind was how you were doing a great job not letting your neighbors see him, always getting out of the car fast and never letting him get out. Ashamed that he’s hurt and you’re thinking about what the fuck your fucking neighbor has to say about the man you’re in love.

“Yes.” You say firmly. “I can do that, please come here. You need to rest.”

“Come show me the way then.” He says in a low tone. “I’m in front of your apar—,”

You toss your phone and run out of the apartment, not even putting shoes on. You don’t wait for the elevator, straight up running to the stairs. Just when you get to the lobby he gets out of his car and you can see that he is really tired and beaten. Ignoring the neighbors sitting around the lobby you run to him and get under his arm to help him walk.

“What about your reputation, love?” He whispers right in your ear and you roll your eyes.

“You… are more important.” You say quietly, missing the satisfied smile he has on his face.

He has had his eye on you since day one; when you were a waitress in his restaurant, when he promoted you to hostess and now that you’re his right hand, and even if he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you, he can’t stop the thought of “what if” when you say stuff like that, when you say that oddly enough he’s the person that you trust the most because he helps you instead of just telling you that you’re dramatic for giving people’s opinion attention, when you look at him like he’s not fucked up in the head when you think he’s distracted, when you kissed his cheek because you were worried and scared of what can happen to him. Good God, he has liked you since day one.

“Little Y/N, is that your boyfrie— Oh, he’s all beaten!” A couple of old ladies get closer and you sigh.

Not only Taiju is 6’8 foot tall, but he also is heavy as fuck and you haven’t gotten out of the panic and anxious state from all the situation to be dealing with their nosy asses. It’s not the time, you think.

“This is my boss, excuse me while I—,”

“Boss?! But he looks like a bully!—,”

“Just like your husband looks like a creep every time I catch him looking at my fucking ass when I’m taking the trash out and you don’t bat an eye, are we fucking done here or should I just yank you out of my way?” You snap and even Taiju was dead silent at your tone.

They open the path for you and you get into the elevator and moments later into your apartment without saying a word. You sit Taiju on a chair and when you were about to start looking for the first aid kit he stops you, grabbing your hand softly.

“Look at me.” You shake your head, looking at the decoration in the middle of the table. “Look. At. Me.”

“Taiju, not right now, please.” You mumble and he lets go of your hand right away.

In an awkward silence you start to clean the blood from his cut after looking for the kit, you unbutton his dress shirt and walk to toss it into your pile of dirty clothes. You give him some painkillers in case the bruises had started to hurt although he didn’t even wince in discomfort when you were rubbing alcohol on his cuts.

“Can we talk now?” He asks quietly.

“Just tell me something.” You say. “Are you back into that gang shit?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay.”

“Do you believe me?”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“Then I believe you.” You say, you take his hand and drag him to your room since you didn’t have more rooms. “Stay the night here, all those punches, the cognac from earlier and the strong painkillers are enough. You shouldn’t drive.”

“I still have contact with guys that are in the gang scene.” He tells you. You don’t look at him, opting to distract yourself looking for more blankets and pillows. “As you know, they come from time to time to the restaurant to talk to me and they kind of let me know how that world is going in order to protect my business. On days I know there’s some kind of war between gangs I close the restaurant earlier and send y’all home before the gang activity starts. On days I know there’s a leader in the city I go through the reservations personally so I tell them myself that we don’t have tables for them to keep all that away from us.”

“Then what’s that all about tonight?”

“Exactly that. Even if I’m just snooping around the gang world, I was a leader of a really strong gang, it surely doesn’t look cute for my name to still be mentioned while being clean. It’s hard for them to believe.” He takes the towel you offer him but instead of walking to the bathroom, he sits on the bed. He needs you to know that he hasn’t fucked up the opportunity to be a better man for you. “Those guys you saw tonight, they are my ex captains. They didn’t let you go just because, but rather because there is still a mutual respect between us.”

You hum. You get in front of him and when he opens his legs and tug you softly till you’re between them you don’t say anything nor do you move. You just look at his desperate eyes.

“I’m out of that shit.” He whispers. “I’m not even entertaining the idea of disappointing you.”

“Me?”

“You know damn right you’re the woman I love.” He says deadpan and you suck a breath. He’s known for his unusual honesty so you should’ve known that you wouldn’t get the flower and chocolate agenda for a confession. “I’m not risking the opportunity of becoming the man you deserve.”

“You are already the man I deserve.” You whisper back, softly putting your hands on his shoulders and sliding them to take his face in your hands, he leans on your touch and gives a quick kiss at your hand.

“Is it true?”

“What, love?”

“Am I more important than your nosy neighbor?” He knows his voice sounds desperate but God, he is desperate to hear your praises.

“Yes, you are. After ruining my reputation I feel like I can live freely, and that’s thanks to you, of course you’re more—” You yelp when he flips you under him in your bed and that's the first time he winces at the pain on his ribs. “Careful!”

“You too, are the most important thing to me.” You smile and nod.

“Go take a shower, let’s sleep and—.”

“I actually want to keep touching you and getting kisses on my cheeks.” You roll your eyes and lean, kissing his lips briefly.

“There, now to the bathroom and to bed, big guy.”

While he is in the bathroom you look everywhere for a piece of cloth that could fit him and you thank the heavens when you find a simple basketball short, great, those things have a lot of elastic to fit around his waist. You give it to him and although it was a little tight that was still better than his dirty and bloody dress pants.

He gets under your blankets and hugs you tightly from behind, not second thoughts on that, not shyness, just straight up pulling you to his broad chest, he sighs and closes his eyes.

“Mhm.” He hums, his hand going under your shirt but before you could stop him he just rests it there, flat on your abdomen. “You have stopped trembling.”

“Was I trembling?” You whisper, caressing his arm.

“You were shaking and although you did patch me up, your eyes were unfocused.” He tells you and sighs with tiredness. “Thanks for patching me up, baby.”

“Baby?”

“I called you that earlier.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“I like it.”

You fall asleep after that, tired from all the events, including the nonviolent one since that day both of you work more than usual in the presentation of the new decoration of the restaurant.

When you wake up he is not hugging you and you giggle when that’s the first thing that crossed your mind. You run to the bathroom and brush your teeth and then go out looking for him. You find him in your balcony, shirtless, with those shorts that leave nothing to the imagination and you know that because it’s pretty obvious he’s not wearing underwear.

Since he’s holding a cup you walk to the kitchen first and pour yourself some coffee that apparently he made not long ago since it was still hot, and then you go to him.

“Morning, big guy.” You murmur, he looks at you and smirks. He grabs your throat softly and leans to give you a quick kiss.

“Morning, baby, did you have a good sleep?” He asks, his hand still resting around your neck. Just Taiju things, you think.

“I did, but I was disappointed that I didn’t wake up with your whole body almost suffocating me.” You say and he hums.

“I’ll have that in mind for tonight, don’t cry later.” He says and you are about to ask him what he means with ‘tonight’ when someone interrupts you, more precisely, your neighbor.

“There you are! Last night you were really rude, Y/N.” The lady says. She was on the street with some bags from the market nearby. “I thought you were raised bet—,”

“If you want to have a say in the way she was raised then pay her bills.” Taiju says bluntly and you just sip your coffee, there it is, the harsh Taiju everybody at work fears. “If you’re not gonna do that, keep. Walking.”

The color drained from her face out of embarrassment; not only she remembers he is huge but the rest of his tattoos were on display and boy did they look intimidating as hell.

An awkward smile creeps to your face and he tilts his head when he sees it, he gives your neck a soft squeeze to bring your attention to him.

“What is it?”

“I just now understand.” You smile at him, biting your lower lip in the process. God, you were so happy.

“What?”

“That you were right, all I had to do is do whatever the fuck I want and ignore them and if they come directly tell them to fuck off.” He smiles at the fact that you remember his exact words. “I don’t feel bad at the way you talked to her nor at the way I talked to them last night.”

“And you shouldn’t, you were right.” You nod. “So?”

“So… no more attention to judgmental people.” He nods distractly, leaning to kiss you.

“No more attention to judgmental people.” He repeats in a whisper, kissing you like his life depends on it.

And I cry for him like he's gonna do something about it- 💀🥴

me about a man who isn’t real: they don’t make men like this anymore

The tears are BURNING my face dawg-

They were dating, then broke up, then dating even more secretly to extremely distancing themselves ya think I have any emotional stability left? Nah.. ✌️🏾 peace OUT

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: When Cupid’s arrows were no match for the Reaper’s scythe yet it still found a way to reach him.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 8k+

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Shuji Hanma x gn! reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Based off of Single by The Neighbourhood

No. Shuji Hanma thinks when his feet lead him to the same obnoxious student filled college where he swore he wouldn’t dare to return at how desperate he might’ve seemed. Clad in a hoodie with a cigarette thrown to the floor to allow himself to step into the grounds of such a prestigious institution.

Crossing his arms to his chest, leaning on the wall, he awaits with grimace on his face at how obscene it is for him to be this soft.

But the sudden chatter of the so called rich batch of teenagers resonate through him and with a particular laugh that stood above all of it, a blinding light stunned his eyes when your smile had appeared as if time had stopped and slowed down for his heart to prepare itself for the foolery he’d catch on.

“There you are.” You greeted him with that welcoming voice of yours and all that it took was your eyes to be on him and Hanma’s breath was hitched at your existence.

“They shouldn’t see me with you.” He was stern, hesitant, and insecure while he spoke but when you placed a kiss to the back of his hand before you rest it on your cheek, he knew he wouldn’t want anything else.

“I don’t care what the world judges of you and me, as long as you’re the only person I’ll ever see, Shuji.”

You’re my soulmate, Y/N. My eyes are yours to take.

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"I can change him" bitch why, hes the perfect menace to society and i love that