I Think You're So Good And I'm Nothing Like You. // I.k.

i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

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Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid. 

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed. 

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty. 

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,” 

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

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[CAR] RIDE

DrakenxF!Reader.

Summary: You need a ride home and your friend’s brother is more than happy to help you.

Warning: Smut (Minors DNI!) . Car Sex. Praises. Soft sex.

A/N: English is not my first language but i tried my best to avoid any mistakes! ⁩ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

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Premise: Just like they promise, the guys texted as much as they could throughout the summer. They also helped you choose your new school, Nekoma High, encouraging you to make new friends so they could see you soon

Kenma x reader; Haikyu x reader [platonic!]

First Year -> Second Year

Since you were starting right away, you had to be a little earlier tomorrow so the principal could show you around the school. While taking some things out from boxes, you were talking to the boys, who facetime when they had a break from practice.

“So Chibi, how it’s Tokyo so far?” asks Atsumu

“I have been unpacking stuff all day, I don’t know yet”

“Do ya even know how to arrive to yer school?” questions you Osamu, half teasing and half worried.

“In theory, I just need to do it tomorrow; how hard can it be?”

“You’re going to get lost” says Suna confidently

“Google maps is a thing you know, besides I can’t be the only one from around here going to that school, I’m sure that I can find students and follow them to the school”

“That’s just creepy, Chibi”

“How do you think I arrived to Inarizaki on my first day? I followed the mass of students and got there just fine. I’m going to do the same now”

“Or, ya know, ya can ask someone to help ya” Atsumu says with a obvious tone

“Nope”

“Ya were the one who talk to other schools first when ya were our manager, how different is it? Adds Osamu

“I did it because I had to, y’all scare them before even playing. Anyways, is Kita-san nearby? I want to congratulate him for becoming the captain” They go to Kita so you could talk to them, congratulating him for finally getting a uniform. Slowly the rest of the team arrives, talking for a few minutes before they had to go back to practice

“Yn-chan we love talking to you, but we have to go back to practice, we will see you soon. Hope you have a good first day of school tomorrow” Kita says

“Bye Chibi-chan!”

“Let’s talk after practice!”

“Bye-bye guys, love you” you tell them before turning off the call.

After a few minutes of unpacking, you decided to lay on your bed for a few minutes. Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring, interrupting your resting time

“Agh who could it be?” you say to yourself. The only option should be one of your neighbors with a welcome gift, since you hadn’t talked with anyone else.

You open the door only to find an old woman with a nice smile and a plate of cookies alongside two boys wearing gym clothes, one tall with crazy black hair, and the other one a bit smaller with longer yellow hair, also with a plate of cookies on him.

“Ehh hello…?” you say once you open the door. The moment you look at them you notice that the tall boy was looking you up and down subtly, his mouth a bit open; while the other one is looking at everything except you. Both of them had a little blush.

“Hi, I heard that we have new neighbors, so I thought it would be good to bring something. Can you call the rest of your family?” the woman says slowly, pronouncing every word properly. She probably thought that you didn’t know a lot of Japanese.

“My parents aren’t here right now, they had to do some paperwork. I can call my brother though”

“Oh ok, that’s fine too” They clearly weren’t expecting you to be good at Japanese.

“Y/b/n! come here, we have guests!” you call him loudly

“I’m here, I’m here. By the way, mom texted me that they will arrive in 10 minutes. They will bring dinner” you nod at him

“Well, hello. I’m Kuroo Chiyoko, and this is my grandson, we live in front of your house” says, pointing at the tall boy.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Kuroo Tetsuro” says with a sweet smile while extending his hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you too”

“Our neighbors also wanted to come and say hi, but they had to work so instead they sent their son. Kenma, go ahead” says the woman pointing at the boy with yellow hair.

“Hi…I’m Kozume Kenma” He says quietly while looking at the floor, making you answer politely

“Sorry, he doesn’t like interacting with people that much” Kuroo says

“It’s fine, I don’t like it either” you whisper the last part, making Kenma chuckle softly

“Anyways, I didn’t know if you liked Japanese food, so I brought some cookies. Hope you like them” Miss Kuroo offers you the plate

“We do actually like Japanese food, but cookies are always welcome” she gives her plate to your brother, so Kozume gives it to you, finally making eye contact with him. It was just for a second, but it was enough to make his eyes widen and have a faint blush on his cheeks. He was really cute. “I’m Yl Yn and he is my little brother, nice to meet you. Our parents are arriving soon, do you want to wait for them?

“No, no, don’t worry about it. We just came to say hi. I’m sure you have a lot of things to unpack yet” Miss Kuroo says

“Yeah, it’s horrible. Having to adapt to the time zone again it’s the worst though”

“Again?” asks Kuroo

“Yeah, we lived in Hyōgo last year”

“So that’s why your Japanese is good. Anyways, welcome to Tokyo! Hope you can enjoy your stay here”

“Thank you”

“Let’s talk soon? We can help you to get used here” Kuroo says

“Thank you, sounds nice” you say right before a yawn escape from your mouth, making Ms. Kuroo smile slightly

“Ok let’s leave so you can rest. See you around”

“Thank you. Your psp is about to fall, by the way” you tell to Kozume

“Ah, thanks. See you soon Yn” he looks at your eyes for a second with a little smile on his face. Your eyes widen a little when he turns around, he was the first person in here to pronounce your name correctly.

After showering you take the things out of the bed noticing the signed volleyball from the boys, despite being a weird gift, it was oddly sweet. You lay down talking to your foxes, but when they notice how tired you were, they quickly send you to sleep.

++

The principal told you to be at the school at 7:15, since the sports clubs practice early in the morning and he wanted to show them in case you wanted to join any of them. You were answering a text from Suna while walking towards the subway when you noticed a dude bending down tying his shoe; luckily you were able to stop on time, but he looked up and you saw a familiar face.

“Oya? What are you doing out so early? Schools normally start around 8 am” asks Kuroo

“I could ask you the same”

“Well, I asked first” he smirks

“The principal wanted to show me the school and the practices of the sports clubs, I have to go this early”

“I’m on a sport club” he answers “Kenma is buying something in there, let’s wait for him and we will walk you to your school”

“Sure, what sch-”

“Done, let’s go” you hear a calm voice behind you “Oh, hi”

“Hello” you smile, his eyes once again lock in yours for a second, making the both of you look away

“Kenma, we’re going to walk her near her school, ok?” Kuroo says starting walking, Kenma only nods while turning on his psp “What school are you going to?”

“Oh, Nekoma High”

“Then we’re walking you to school, we go there too”

“Where is your uniform?” Kenma asks without taking his eyes off the screen, you didn't had it yet since you just arrived

“The school has it, I arrived later than expected here…wait, why Kenma? Don’t you call each other by your last names here in Japan?” You ask confused

“Kuro and I know each other since we were kids, and I don’t really care about formalities that much”

“Ohh, can I call you Kenma then?” he stops looking at his game for a second, making eye contact again. It wasn’t like a magical moment or anything like that, but there was definitely something about him that made you feel weird

“Sure”

“Soo...” Kuroo clears his throat “Do we call you by your last name or your name then?”

Before you could answer, your phone starts ringing, Suna's name appearing on the screen indicating that he wanted to face time, something weird for him so early in the morning. You look at the two boys, who just move slightly away for you to answer.

“CHIBI-CHAN WHAT ARE YA DOING OUT ALONE SO EARLY!” you hear the loud scream from Atsumu, with an annoyed Osamu and Suna in the background. You jump slightly at the sudden sound while Kenma shakes a little and Kuroo moves away.

“So loud Tsumu, why are you on Rin's phone?”

“We tried to stop him, Chibi, but ya know that he becomes a bigger idiot sometimes”

“Shut up Samu! Suna told us that ya say hi to us. First of all, we have a group chat, ya could have sent it there. Second, what are ya doing out so early? It’s dangerous, something could happen…”

“Atsumu! Stop! It’s too early for this. I was talking to Rin, that’s why I told him to say hi to you, and I have to go to school this early today, the principal wants to do a tour of it. And I’m not alone; and even if I was, I can take care of myself. Happy?”

“We told him the same thing, but he doesn’t have a lot of brain in his head to process it” Osamu smacks his twin head “I’m pretty sure she can, and will, kick someone in the balls if they try something. Relax dude”

“I just care about ya a lot. Sorry Chibi”

“I know, I know, thank you”

“Are we ignoring the fact that she said that she’s not alone? Did YOU, the girl that refuses to talk to anyone, talk to someone?” asks Suna with a grin on his face. Through the corner of your eye you can see Kenma scrunch his face a little in confusion

“Don’t call me out like that. And technically I didn’t talk to them first so…”

“Wait, you wouldn’t have talked to us at all if my grandma didn’t tell us to go there to say hi?” Now Kuroo asks, coming closer to appear on the call “Hi, Kuroo Tetsurou. Chibi-chan here is our neighbor and we just found out that we go to the same school. Kenma, come say hi to her friends”

“Hi” he simply says while nodding, eyes focusing on his game again.

“I’m Osamu, this piss head is Atsumu, that’s Suna. We have to go to practice now Chibi, Kita-san is calling”

“Byee, say hi to the team from me please”

“Of course, let’s go, idiot. By the way, thanks us later if something happens today” He says while taking Atsumu by the collar, who just gives the phones back to Suna after saying bye

“Bye Chibi, be careful. We’ll talk to you later” Suna adds with his eyes softening a little before ending the call

“So Chibi is okay, I guess?” asks Kuroo with a smirk

“Sure, I’m used to it by now”

When you arrived at the school the principal was already waiting at the entrance, so you said bye to the boys and went to talk to him. After changing into your new uniform, the principal goes around showing you the classrooms, the cafeteria, putting special emphasis on the different sports clubs.

“Our volleyball male team is particularly good. Last year they went to the Nationals and did really well. They should be practicing right now. Coach Nekomata!” The director says opening the door and catching the attention of the coach, who gives you a little nod.

“Good morning coach, this here is miss Yn, our new student”

“Good morning dear, wait, let me call the team. Guys!”

The team stops their training and starts approaching, seeing once again your two neighbors, Kuroo with a number 1 and Kenma with a 5. You look at the rest of the team, the one with yellow mohawk looking at you intensely. The rest of the team looks nice, but quite confused by the sudden interruption.

“Look who we have here, you can’t seem to leave us alone” Kuroo teases you

“You wish it was like that. I’m confused just like everyone else here” you answer playfully

“Good, you two know each other” adds the principal “Well I’m going to make it fast so you can continue practicing. Yn-kun here is our new student, she’s a foreigner but has spent a year living in Hyōgo. She used to be the manager of the volleyball team in Inarizaki High, right?”

“Eh? yeah, yeah. I was their manager. I went to the nationals with them” you say confused at his knowledge. When you look back at Kuroo, he’s in shock while Kenma was…impressed?

“Yeah, and there they won against one of the favorites, Shiratorizawa High. The coach of the school send me a message, in fact, he said that she was a key element for the team, not only motivating them but also in analyzing the play of the opposite team and giving them tips”

“The coach sent a message? Don’t tell me those idiots made the coach say something?” you whisper remembering Osamu’s words

“He did mention something about the team, but I don’t remember enough, sorry” the principal answers

“I would love to know if what they say it’s true. You helped a strong contestant, you can be a good addition. Tomorrow we have a practice game with a nearby school, why don’t you try being our manager for the day and see if you want to help the team?” asks coach Nekomata

“Ehh, if everyone is alright with it, then sure”

“Kuroo you’re the captain, what do you say?”

“Of course, it will be awesome to have a manager”

“Then come here after school tomorrow” tells you the coach making you nod “Anyways, let’s finish practice for today. Go stretch before changing” the guys leave right away, with Kuroo having to move the mohawk guy by the collar since he was just staring at you “I’m sure they want to introduce themselves, so wait for them please”

“Then I will leave, here’s your schedule for your classes. Welcome to Nekoma High!” the principal adds

“Thank you sir”

You decided to sit on the floor and look at the schedule while waiting for the boys to finish. Since you had time, you took your phone out and text the group chat with the foxes

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You look up from your phone when you feel someone sitting besides you, spotting the already familiar yellow hair looking at the psp in his hands. Despite not being able to see his face properly, you continue to look at him

“Shouldn’t you be stretching?”

“I already did” he responds a little too quickly

“You properly stretch in less than 5 minutes? Damn teach me your ways” you say sarcastically, making him look at you with a look that you couldn’t decipher.

“Please don’t say anything” he sighs making you smile

“I got you. Next time stretch properly, okay?”

“…Fine” he says looking down again at his game

“What are you playing?” You ask after a small pause

“…it’s called Monster Hunter”

“Oh, I heard of it! Never played it though, I don’t have anywhere to play”

“…Want to watch?” asks Kenma quietly

“Sure” he moves in a way so you can see the screen, making you shift closer to him “you have to kill the dragon right?”

“Yes, this is my second time, I need to gain some materials for the next enemy and they didn’t appear the first time” he says, clearly happy with the topic

“And you repeat that until you get everything? So that’s how you play” he just nods, concentrating into the game. You stay like that for a few minutes in a comfortable silence; it was quite fascinating seeing him play. He sighs when he dies, frustration on his face “Why did the dragon had a light every time it attacked you?”

“A light?” he asks confused, but before he can continue, you hear Kuroo screaming at the mohawk guy to stay quiet; he and the rest of the team come to where you are sitting right after.

“KENMA! Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you were here talking to the pretty girl instead of stretching?” Kuroo says

“He will stretch properly the next time, right Kenma?” you tell them standing up

“I already said yes”

“I’ll remember that. Anyways, let me present the team” says Kuroo, turning around. He proceeds to present the whole team, everyone seeming nice so far. The mohawk guy, Yamamoto, seems a little too excited about your presence, but does nothing except stare “Finally, this...”

“Hi! I’m Lev Haiba! You’re so pretty! From whe…” the tall, grey hair boy asks taking your hand

“LEV! You can’t just do that, it’s rude!” Yaku hits him him away “I’m sorry, he isn’t the brightest here”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it. I’m Yl Yn, you can call me however you want” you smile at them

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Hope you like us enough to become our manager, you were put in a tough situation there” adds Kai

“I don’t need much convincing, I wanted to be your manager anyway. I saw the school at the Nationals last year, you were really good”

“It would be awesome having a manager, honestly. But as much as I would love to continue talking, classes are about to start” Kuroo softly moves you by the arm for you to start walking, Kenma soon arriving by your side. Neither of you notice Kuroo’s surprised eyes.

“Yn-chan, what class are you?!! Let’s go together!” Lev asks you, putting himself in front of you

“Shut up Lev” mutters Kenma annoyed

“I’m on Class 2-3” you chuckle

“Oh, you’re a senpai, sorry for being rude, Yn-san” Lev looks at you like a sad puppy.

“I don’t care about the titles, just call me Yn”

“Okay! I’m in my first year by the way!”

“She doesn’t care Lev” Kenma says in a monotone voice

“Stop being so mean” you joke, making Lev nod

“He’s annoying”

“It doesn’t matter how annoying he is”

“I’m not annoying! Yn-san, I thought you were helping me!”

“Lev, your classes are on the other side” Yaku adds making the tall boy say a quick goodbye before leaving with the other first years

“We should go too. Good luck on your first day of school, Chibi-chan” Kuroo ruffles your hair before going upstairs. You’re left with all of the second years, neither Yamamoto or Fukunaga had say a single word, making a really uncomfortable aura

“Soo… we’re in the same class?” you ask Kenma

“Yes, let’s go” Kenma takes your wrist and walks you to the next classroom. You were taken aback by his touch, since he seems shy and kinda awkward, and apparently he was taken aback himself when he realized what he did, blush creeping up “S-sorry for taking your wrist, it was getting awkward and I didn’t know what to do”

“It’s fine, I was getting awkward too. Is it normally like that?”

“No, Fukunaga is normally quiet but Yamamoto is one of the loudest of the team. He’s probably acting like that because of you” he says while taking his phone out

“Me? What do I have to do with this?”

“He always wanted a female manager to brag about how beautiful she is and how she cares for us or something like that. Now we have a possibility of having one, so he’s probably still processing it”

“I’m not a trophy for him to he bragging about me though”

“I know, and I’m sure he knows, he’s just… passionate” The bell rings a few seconds later interrupting your conversation

The class passes slowly while doing an activity. Since it was basic English you finished quickly, so you lay on the desk while waiting for the rest. The bell rings indicating that the class had finished, so all the students go to the teacher desk to pass the paper; you noticed that Kenma was waiting in his seat, the paper still on his hand.

“Kenma” you call him, making him look at you “It’s there somewhere I can buy food nearby? I’m hungry”

“Oh, there’s a vending machine down the hallway”

“Nice. I’ll pass the paper for you if you want”

“Thanks” He sighs happily, giving you the paper so you could pass it to the teacher while going out to the vending machine.

“Chibi-chan!! Hi” Kuroo arrives beside you

“Oh, Hi Kuroo-san”

“Sorry about Yamamoto staring at you so much. I’m going to talk to him so he can get back into his senses. He isn’t like this, though, I promise”

“I know, Kenma told me that he was probably excited”

“Yeah he probably is…Talking about Kenma, I’m honestly surprised that he talked to you at all. He must feel comfortable around you, I guess it’s because you’re easy to talk”

“I’m easy to talk to? How so?”

“I don’t know, but it’s enough for Kenma to be comfortable around you, that has to be special. I’m going to see Yamamoto before the break ends. See you chibi-chan” Kuroo leaves right away, leaving you thinking about his words

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It’s lunch time now, you were sitting on your desk trying to shake off the sleepiness, the time difference was affecting you more than usual.

“Chibi-chan! The team is eating lunch together, want to join?” you heard making you look up to the door, finding Kuroo in the door with a grin

“Sure. I need to buy lunch though, didn’t bring anything” you get up walking towards him

“Don’t worry, the cafeteria offers lunch. So, you do react to chibi-chan” says walking by your side

“Yeah, that’s all my foxes call me. Hi guys”

“Yn-chan” Kai smiles at you in the table

“I’m going to get food” you say while dropping the backpack into a seat. You feel the stares on your way to the line, you’ve already forgotten the feeling of it.

“Well, hi there” a dude approaches on your way back, looking at you up and down without any care of being subtle “What a beautiful girl you are, what’s your name?”

“Yn” you answer shortly, walking away

“Don’t leave so fast. We don’t have many…exotic girls here, why don’t you give me your number?”

“No” you continue walking again and reach the table, sitting down next to Kenma. The team noticed the whole thing and were already giving dirty looks to the boy, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Come on pretty girl, I just want your num- OUCH!” he exclaims after you threw your bowl of soup at him

“Oops, it slip out of my hand, sorry” you say, taking the team by surprise, Kenma, Kuroo and Yaku clearly trying to suppress their laughs while the rest just had shock faces

“Chibi-chan, you need to be more careful. I’m sorry dude, our new manager is a bit clumsy. You should go and change” Kuroo plays along

“You’re going to regret this” says the dude before walking away angrily

“Remind me of never made you angry, Chibi”

“Is this normal? Dudes coming and annoying you” asks Kai

“I was with at least one of the boys most of the time, so it rarely happened. I hate the stares more than anything though” you chuckle

“When you were walking to get your food I noticed almost everyone looking at you. It must be uncomfortable” Yaku adds

“It’s annoying”

“Kenma, stop playing and eat!” exclaims Kuroo, but Kenma ignores him

“The light, it shows what type of attack it’s going to do” mumbles Kenma looking at the screen that had ‘Victory' on it “how did I not notice before?”

“Even you can’t see properly when frustrated Kenma” Kuroo says

“I wasn’t frustrated”

“You were”

“No, I wasn’t”

“Can you eat something Kenma?” you ask without looking at him, but you noticed how his eyes shift to you quickly before turning off his psp

“…Fine”

“Wait so you listen to her and not me?! I thought I was your best friend!” Kuroo says dramatically, hands on his chest; however his eyes had a playful hint on them

“I just tolerate you”

The lunch continues with the team asking you questions and getting to know each other. They're all really nice and chill, definitely different to what you were used to. When lunch time was over, you went to the classroom exchanging a couple of words with Fukunaga, making you realize that he was just a man of few words. Before enter the classroom, you hear behind you

“Eh…Yn-kun? Can I- can I talk to you?” Yamamoto calls you

“Mm? Yeah sure, what is it?” You stop, making Kenma stop too from curiosity

“I’m…I’m sorry for my rude behavior today!” he says doing a 90° bow

“Wowow you don’t have to bow!” You try to stop him

“I’m sorry for not properly introducing myself like a man should, instead I just stared at you without realizing how uncomfortable it could be for you. I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. They did tell me that you were excited about a manager”

“It still doesn’t excuse it. If I want you to be our manager, I need to treat you like part of the team”

“It’s okay, seriously, let’s pretend like nothing happened. You should go to your classroom though, classes are about to start” you smile at him

“Thank you. See you two in the afternoon” He leaves the classroom before you turn around, only to find Kenma looking directly at you.

“You’re too nice”

“If I’m going to be your manager, I need to get along with everyone. Would you like playing a game with someone that you don’t like?”

“No”

“Exactly. C’mon, let’s go to class”

Classes pass slower this time. You’re exhausted by the end of the day, your body feeling like it was going to collapse at any moment. You were so tired that you didn't even notice the bell ringing or your classmates leaving, you just stayed there with your head on your hand and eyes closed.

“Yn?” You feel a little tap on your shoulder, opening your eyes, you find Kenma looking at the floor

“Ehh?”

“School is over, we can go now”

“Really? Sorry I’m tired” you take your backpack, shoving things inside

“It’s okay…ehh…are you…ehh” Kenma tries to ask, looking much more fidgety than he has been the whole day

“I can’t stay for practice, if I’m staying tomorrow I need to unpack stuff today” you close the backpack and stand up, going towards the door “Kenma? You’re coming?”

You notice how Kenma stayed frozen, looking at you with widened eyes “How…did you know?”

“Duh, I read minds. I just guessed, what else could you ask me now?” you chuckle at his blushed face

“True”

“C’mon, you’re going to be late” you turn around, him finding his way beside you. You go out of the school building and part ways there “By the way, do you happen to know a place that sells volleyball stands?”

“Volleyball stand? Why do you need that?”

“My idiot friends gave me a signed ball, don't ask”

“That’s…an odd gift. I’m sure there’s a store near, I can ask Kuro, if you want me to” he says

“That will be awesome. I’m going to go before I fall asleep. Practice hard and stretch properly this time, bye-bye” you smile at him, making him smile back

You left the school talking to your foxes before they entered their practice. The afternoon goes by quickly between unboxing the rest of the boxes and taking a short nap. It was around 7 pm when the doorbell rang.

“Yn, two kids are looking for you. They say they’re our neighbors!” you go downstairs after that. Your mom was telling them to come in, but Kuroo refused politely, saying that they were coming for a fast visit.

“You were the ones who brought the cookies, thank you, they were delicious. Anyways I’ll leave so you can talk”

“Thank you miss” Kuroo bows with a nice smile while Kenma mutters a thank you “Chibi-chan, you left us today, I’m hurt”

“Aww how say” you say sarcastically, making him smirk “I would have stay today if I didn’t have to help you in tomorrow’s match”

“You could have stay today AND tomorrow”

“And who is going to unpack my stuff? You?”

“We could have helped you if you asked!”

“We? Kenma has done nothing, don’t put him into this”

“Oh, I get it now, you only have a soft spot for him despite knowing us for the same amount of time!”

Both of you stay silent for a while, the silence not lasting long when you start chuckling. It was purely a playful fight, Kenma watched the exchange with an amused expression.

“Here, we had some stands in the gym and nobody uses them, so I thought to give you one”

“Yay thanks! Do I need to pay for it?”

“No, it’s fine”

“This is why you wanted to come here? To give her a ball stand? You WILLINGLY wanted to come here to give her a stand?” Kuroo asks surprised

“Well, she wanted one”

“I ask you many things and you barely do them!”

“But she’s not annoying”

“Both of you are attacking me today, ouch” Kuroo grabs his chest dramatically “Why do you need that anyway?”

“My foxes gave me a signed ball, I want to display it”

“The twins and Suna? Do you think we could win against them?”

“I haven’t seen you play properly, how am I supposed to know that?”

“Well, true. Tomorrow we’ll tell you the details for the match”

“No, no. Don’t tell me anything, I want to be surprised”

“Fine, I’ll allow that this time” Kuroo sighs with a smile “Are we walking together tomorrow morning? We go there early for morning practice”

“I’ll join you on Monday”

“Ok, see you tomorrow at school”

“Bye. Bye Ken, thanks for remembering”

“Bye Yn, see you tomorrow” he gives you a soft smile and a little wave. Somehow it felt like you know those two since forever, it was comfortable talking to them. You went to your room and put the ball on a shelf, sending a photo to the boys to make them happy before falling asleep with a little smile on your face.

Incest with the Tokyo revengers siblings (part 1) ♡

Note: I didn’t want this post to be too long so there’s gonna be another part with the rest of the siblings <3

➸ warnings: breeding, kinda dark content? All characters are 18+

Sano family:

You’re their precious elder sister and that usually means you have to be a mother figure sometimes. You were the mom they needed since your real one abandoned you all.

And that’s how they saw you. More as a mother than their sister. But it’s not like it mattered. 

It didn’t change Shin from sneaking into the shower with you and slipping his wet cock inside with ease as you moan helplessly and press up against the glass.

It didn’t change Mikey from crawling into your bed, claiming he only wanted to cuddle and that he had a nightmare, when really all he was waiting for was the opportunity to fuck you once you fell asleep.

It didn’t change Izana from wrapping his hand around your throat and taking you in broad daylight in the kitchen as you prepared dinner.

And it didn’t change Emma from begging you to help teach her how to kiss, saying it was practice for Draken when in truth she just wanted to be intimate with you.

Keep reading

Care and comfort

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization

─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related

*(It might have a second part, I'm not sure yet- 🤔)

You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.

It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.

He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.

You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.

You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.

The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."

He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.

"Did you…?"

"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"

He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.

For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.

That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.

Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.

Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.

Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.

This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.

"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."

"No."

He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.

The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"

They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.

Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.

"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."

"They are not my friends!"

"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."

So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.

Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.

This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.

So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.

You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.

"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"

"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"

You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"

Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.

"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"

The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.

They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.

Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.

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a/n - i was thinking abt csm and i thought about this! i love angel devil so uh, have angst LOL. this can be read as platonic or romantic!! have this collection of one shots. u can look up angel devil for image ref but his devil abilities are more visible here! anyways thanks for reading, have a nice day/night! titled, "don't go",, also to add salt in the wound, listen to "veil" by Keina Suda if you get the meaning behind it lol

↬ cw: canon typical angst, canon death, spoilers if you haven't read the manga

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The Angel Devil, as they call it, is a demon that appears before humans on the brink of their deaths. That is how they feed. Rather than killing humans in brutal ways and feasting on them, using their Blood Art, they can absorb a mortal's lifespan with a simple touch. Many humans have been spreading rumors of a humanoid entity with long, enormous fluffy wings, and a halo on top of their heads appearing amongst the sickly or dying relatives. They hear them comforting them, then give them a simple caress or a kiss on the cheek.

"It's nice to see you again, old friend."

When Kagaya heard the loud flaps of wings nearing his room, then the silent thud on the tatami mats, he knew it was them, and his smile widened. He heard his oldest friend scoff, the sounds of clothing shifting and their presence nearing him indicated that they sat right in front of him.

"Technically," They drawled, an arm atop their propped-up knee as they let out a small yawn. "You can't, you're blind." It has been years since they last saw each other, both busy with their duties. Kagaya laughed, and to them, it sounded like the gentle tunes of wind chimes, it rang through the light gusts of wind and rippled through their hollowed body.

It was a beautiful sound, one that they could listen to all day long and let their shoulders sag, to sit back and appreciate the beauty that surrounded them.

They didn't even know they could get goosebumps until he heard him laugh after years of separation.

"I'm glad your humor is still the same," He says in a regal fashion. The smile the always wore on his lips was different. It was wide and genuine, the smile he always gives them when he's with them. They felt flustered, looking away from their friend. "I hope you could've visited me, us, more."

"I'm a demon first, angel second," They simply said, eyeing the children peeking through the small opened crack of the shoji doors. "I do not wish to mingle with humans. You know this, right?" Their sharpened nails dug into the cloth of their kimono, chest heavy.

"And yet here you are, in my room, and accepted a huge favor I've asked of you years ago." He gestured for his children to enter the room, startling the poor demon as they scrambled back, anxious that the small (adorable) copies of Kagaya may touch them.

"Don't misunderstand my intentions, I simply accepted it for the ample food source." They lied, and Kagaya knew. With the guide of his children, he took a sip from a cup of tea, offering one to his dear friend, to which they declined. They were more human that they give themselves credit for.

Kagaya asked for a favor. To give his slayers a gentle death. To fight against demons and let them die peacefully. To guide them. To comfort them.

The two friends sat in silence. The demon prepared for the worst.

"Have my lifespan shorted once more? Is that why you're here?" Kagaya asked as if it wasn't a big deal. They bit their bottom lip, abhorring the fact that they could hear the resignation in his voice. It was foul, sickening bile creeping up their throat but washed it away by drinking the slightly cooled tea that they once declined and refused to answer.

And yet, Kagaya knew.

So he changed the subject. "May I have a kiss?"

"Are you stupid?" Their jaw hanged opened, baffled at the sudden request from their dearest and only friend. Kagaya laughed once more and their willpower was slowly being crushed.

"On the cheek, of course. Possibly my forehead or my hand if you're not quite alright with it."

"Do you want to die early?"

"Of course not." He replied, listening to the pitter-patter of his children's footsteps whilst they left the room. Kagaya could imagine their expression. Sharp teeth bared, nostrils flaring, and a glare. But listening to the tone of their voice, the small crack in the middle of their sentence, the slight breathlessness.

He knew it was quite the opposite of what he originally imagined.

"Not a human wishes to pass on early, I am simply asking for a kiss from a friend who has refused to touch me." He heard them click their tongue, but he continued, a somber smile gracing his lips. "I am blind, so I am unable to be ever graced by your ethereal being once again. A kiss will surely brighten my days, for you will leave as fast as you've arrived."

"Speak of the truth, Ubuyashiki Kagaya." They spat, eyes damp. When he didn't answer, they growled. "You've foreseen how you die, am I correct?" And they knew they struck gold when Kagaya closed his eyes. They felt their dead heart drop.

"It would be best if you aren't here on the day I die, my dear friend." He heard another thump against the tatami mats. He could only assume that the demon has laid on the floor. "I... ask of you to guide my children—"

"You don't have to ask for more anymore." They cut them off, shuffling close to the sickly man. "A kiss for a dying man." They say, voice twinged with sadness that Kagaya almost regretted his request.

That night, Kagaya, for the first time in his life, truly felt the gentle kiss of death. Soothing, and reassuring, the fear that gripped his heart faded into nothing. He was ready, and he accepted it.

But the angelic demon, who has gifted countless mortals a quick, painless death with a simple kiss, couldn't. For the first time in their life, tears fell.

"Gods, please don't go." They wracked out a sob, clutching on their only friend's kimono. "Curse you for befriending me when none of your predecessors did! Curse you for earning a special place in my heart! Curse you!" They hissed, his hands wrapped around their torso.

They wanted to reprimand him for touching them, but they knew he'd hit them with an excuse. 'I'm touching the cloth!'

Kagaya could only smile. Their cries reminded him of the light rains on sunny days, wetting his kimono but he could care less. It was a rare occurrence, but still as beautiful as the cold, dark rains. "Thank you for finally being honest, old friend."

"What's gotten into you, angel?" Kanae giggled, a carefree, serene expression on her face, as always.

Their dead heart ached as they clutched their own kimono, forcing a neutral face, as they always had. The cherry blossoms were blooming at this time of year and they had taken a seat on one of the branches, looking down at Kanae Kocho. It was the only safe space for him to be because among the borders of the Butterfly Mansion, were wisteria trees.

"You've come to visit more often than usual." She says, jumping up to the branch they sat on, scaring them out of their skin with how close she was to them. Kanae gave them a teasing smile, jumping to another branch, not too far away but not close enough to be within the reach of each other. "Is this a confession that you truly do enjoy my company?"

And as much as they wanted to lie, they couldn't. The weight was beginning to be unbearable to carry as more days went by. Their mouth was oddly dry, and their hands were sweaty and clammy. Kanae noticed course, she's never seen her demon friend be so out of character.

"...I suppose." They answered. The sunlight's brightness hurt their eyes the more they looked around their surroundings, pressing their knees against their chest and hugging their legs. Their long hair cascaded down their face, blocking some of their features, and their big, cloud-like wings fluttered against the wind. The angel wanted to say more, but it was stuck at the tip of their tongue. They couldn't even look at her.

All the while, Kanae's breath was taken. They looked absolutely mesmerizing, forgetting for a moment that their dear friend wasn't an angel, similar to those written in books from different countries, but a demon that eats humans' lives to sustain itself. But similar to those angels, they looked so otherworldly. Their halo shined brightly against the sunlight that peaked through the petals of the cherry blossom tree, pure white wings that never got stained by blood or dirted by dirt, and a face so divine.

It looked like they belonged under the sun, not in the shadows of darkness. Kanae thought that death certainly wouldn't be that bad if she saw them appear before her, singing heavenly tunes that the dead could only hear.

The two of them ignored the reasoning behind their frequent visits. The two of them ignored the reasoning behind the solemn stares she's been receiving from them, nor the flowers they'd been giving her for the past few days, nor the cries she's heard outside of her mansion, on the roof, late at night.

Even the wails of an angel were beautiful, she thought on those nights.

They've been a good friend being discreet about it too. The last thing she wanted was for her sister to know.

"Please don't go," They mutter under their breath, burying their face against their knees and hugging his legs tighter. They aren't sure if she could hear them, but they continued. "You're more of an angel than I've ever been in my eyes. A few humans had outlived their 'deadline' lest I touch them... I want to help you but..."

Kanae let out a sigh, and they tensed. Sitting next to them on the branch they sat on, they refused to look at her, afraid that if they did, tears would start falling once more. "I appreciate the concern, my dear friend! I'll be one of those mortals that outlived your so-called 'deadline'."

Lies, they wanted to say but they kept their mouth shut.

"May I ask a favor though?"

"Anything,"

"Look after my sister." Kanae scooted closer to them, and they raised their head. They looked into her eyes, soft and filled with sorrow. They gulped, nodding. They could never refuse her either way, no matter the cost. Shinobu would surely grow to hate them.

"Thank you, angel! I'm at ease." Kanae's shoulders drooped as she took off her haori and placed it on their back. Confused, about to ask what she was doing, but their words got caught in their throat when Kanae laid her head on their shoulder. They let out a strained surprised noise but didn't push her off.

"You know, you look so ethereal under the sun. You're like an actual angel." She mumbled, closing her eyes. They wanted to tell her that they were a demon, but they didn't have the heart to ruin this peaceful moment. "It would really be great if you were there for me."

Running a hand through their hair, sighing heavily. "...I'll make sure to give you a peaceful death..." They promised, but they knew they wouldn't be able to keep it.

"Don't go," Was the last thing Sabito heard from them before he stormed off.

He gripped the handle of his sword tightly, gritting his teeth. The two friends had a fight a day before the Final Selection. One moment, they were just talking about whatever, eating together, and pulling pranks on Urokodaki-san (they always fail, but it never stopped them to keep trying) then all of the sudden, his angelic friend started begging him to quit trying to be a slayer.

Sabito knew that the Final Selection would have its trials and tribulations, but did they lack that much faith in him? He had endured the strenuous training given by an ex-Hashira for years on end, swinging his damned chipped sword for gods knows how many times, and slicing that huge boulder in half.

He deserved to participate in this damned exam.

Sabito shouldn't have gotten close to that damned demon. He never understood why Urokodaki-san trusted them enough to allow them to sleep in his own home, watch and coach his students and keep them company when he was out. It felt disgusting. A former Hashira housing a demon? The very beings that Slayers dedicated their lives to eradicate?

Despite this, they all trusted them.

Makomo was the first. Their bored, uncaring exterior never bothered her one bit, and spoke to them as if they were human. She trusted Urokodaki-san, the man that gave them a home and trained them to be great slayers. So if he trusts them, that means she can too.

It blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Sabito won't deny it. A demon is still a demon. No matter how beautiful or kind that demon is.

But, then came Giyuu.

He expected the boy to hate the so-called 'angel' as he did, but it was the exact opposite. Sabito was surprised to see him almost leap at them upon recognition. It turned out, they gave his sister a somewhat peaceful death and led him away from the demon as a favor. They didn't expect to see Giyuu once again, but they welcomed them warmly.

There were a lot of things that they'd never told him. He didn't want to trust them. In the end, he grew closer to them than the two ever did.

So, maybe when they told him to quit, he should've trusted them. Maybe if he listened to their warnings, heard them out for lending him and Makomo a hand during the Final Selection.

But he pushed them away. He didn't want their help. Sabito believed that he and Makomo can make it out just fine. That they'll be official slayers once this was over.

Of course, he was wrong.

His sword snapped in half. Sabito never felt this much pain in his whole life. He was practically covered with his own blood, all the while he heard Makomo scream out in frustration. He couldn't move, his bones are probably broken.

A shadow loomed over his dying body, and he closed his eyes when he saw it was that disgusting demon's hand.

"Move away for a moment, Hand Demon." A voice, so pristine and melodic reached his ears. The sounds of fluttering wings can be heard throughout the field as the wind around them changed. He could hear the demon sputter as it retract its arm away from him.

Sabito's eyes fluttered open.

In their hand was a white sword with intricate designs, covered with the Hand Demon's blood. In their face was an expression he's never seen on his friend's face until now. Brows furrowed, nose flared and teeth bared.

Rage.

"What!? And let you have my well-deserved meal!?" The demon quickly refuted and launched a barrage of arms toward them. Sabito wanted to call out to them, to hold his sword and protect them, but in a flash, its multiple arms were cut clean. Sabito saw them barely move an inch.

"You can have them," They say, face morphing back to their neutral state. A face that hid the inner turmoil and despair in their heart. "They're good as dead... I just want to say goodbye."

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the gentle sounds of bells ringing in his ears. His body moved and was wrapped around by something white, smooth, and soft. Was it their wings? For the first time since he entered the Final Selection, he felt at ease. Sabito opened his mouth to say something, anything but closed it when he felt their hand on his cheek, gently caressing his bloodied skin.

"It's okay," They sighed, ignoring the foul smell of their blood that stained their kimono and wings, ignoring the stares of the demons that surrounded them. All that mattered were their two dying friends in their wings, giving them comfort and taking their pain away. "You can sleep."

Slowly, his eyes closed. His body sank further into their wings as all his regrets, doubts and anger washed away. He wanted to apologize, clutching into their arm with the last of his strength but he didn't need to hear them speak or see their face to know that they'd already forgiven him.

Throughout the whole forest, on the last day of the Final Selection, many of the surviving slayers heard the melodic cries of an angel. Singing of mourning and death. It was beautiful and pleasant, the wind turning into soft breezes whilst the sun's rays slowly made their way onto their skin.

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