Motherly Kawata Big Sis Reader Hc

Motherly kawata big sis Reader hc

POSSIBLE MANGA SPOILERS

Ok yall picture this.

Big sis of Angry and Smiley is basically the mother of Toman. She feeds, cooks, buys necessities(and gifts) for them, and let's them stay over when ever they want as long as they have parental/guardian consent(assuming their parents care). The parents love her, the kids love her, and it becomes an unspoken rule that she needs to be protected at all cost.

Cue Mikey's brother who's down BAD for her.

Mikey's happy at the potential of being related to the woman he admires but nervous at the same

He didn't want to take sides but would definitely be mad if his brother hurt her

The twins hate him off the bat.

I'm talking that feral type of hate.

Angry definitely cried in his room when found out Shinichiro succeeded in getting your affections

They don't think shinichiro is good enough for their angel of an older sister

This doesn't stop Shinichiro from trying tho

Cue random gifts appearing everywhere

Going outside to check the mail??

BAM box of chocolates

Hear the doorbell ring??

BAM bouquet of roses and peonies

Going for a walk??

BAM a ring magically falls from a tree with your FULL name on the box.

You definitely had to give the man credit for trying so hard

In the end you accepted his date request when he just simply asked you one day at the grocery store.

Lol your brother's were not happy

Now Toman is in chaos cause if something were to happen they'd have to pick

A: Mikey

Or B: the twins

They'd pick the twins because i hc a lot of them have problems at home and you were their only saving grace and sense of normality

Shinichiro knows if he hurts you he'd have at least 30 feral ass middle schoolers on his ass. Good thing he doesn't plan on letting you go any time soon

Even with a bunch of crazy ass kids protecting you he feels like that isn't enough and ends up getting leadership over the black dragons again

Once more you become mother to a gang of delinquent

Lol your 3 bedroom house is never empty at this point. There's always either a bunch of kids inside or a bunch of adults outside.

They know better than to leave a mess tho

You may be kind and soft but man do you throw a mean punch.

Lol now you got two gangs 'protecting' you

God forbid anyone disrespects you in any way shape or form

Even worse for them if they show any sort of racism, colorism, or even texturism toward you.

Can you imagine trying to explain to police a 14 year old little boy beat the shit out of a random man for making a slick comment about your hair??

Debating on whether or not to make a full fic obviously I'm not all caught up in the Manga but I do know Shin is dead. (I left off with everyone else still alive including Baji). If I were to make a full fic I don't think I'd have Shin rejoin the black dragons

bring your love, baby, i can bring my shame.

pairing: (dilf) suna rintaro x reader

genre: smut, literally porn with some plot

notes: posting this now because i literally just can’t wait ahh, plus i feel like if i sit on it any longer i’ll start to hate it oops. dilf!suna has been living in my head rent free for months thanks to @dilfhub​ so here we are. idk what this turned into but i’m really proud of it! suna is a shitty husband but he always thinks of his kids! i will probably come back and re-edit this at some point because it probably needs it but a bitch is tired lmao. any and all feedback is always appreciated! title credits: wicked games by the weeknd. @curapiikt​ here it issssss.

warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, cheating, age gap (suna is 40, reader is in her twenties), slight misogyny, throatfucking, daddy kink, one (1) mention of spitting, dirty talk, slight overstim.

word count: 4k

part two

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Do you do platonic yanderes? If so, can I request a platonic yandere Bruno with a darling that doesn't have any strong parental figures and just hangs around castia because they're friends with camilo?

Yessss I love platonic/familial yanderes let's gooooooooo

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💚 Bruno was never blessed with children, unlike his sisters. They were lucky ones. Happily married, with their own little - well, not-so little, anymore - bundles of joy. Bruno couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. He'd always thought himself pretty good with kids. He could forget about all of his worries for a while as he told them stories, played pretend, partook in games. And despite his age, he prided himself on still being limber enough and quick on his feet to play tag with the younger residents of the village. Though, perhaps it had been for the best. Before his return, (could he even say he returned if he never really left?) he was a ball of neuroses and paranoia and anxiety. He wouldn't - couldn't - allow himself to raise a child while his mental state was in such disarray. It wouldn't be fair to them.

⏳ Now that he reintegrated back into his family and the village, Bruno had… Well, remained pretty much the same. But, he was getting better! He and Luisa had been helping each other learn to relax, Pepa had taught him some of her anti-anxiety techniques, he and Antonio collaborated with the rats to make new telenovela ideas - which helped take his mind off his worries for the future, and his other sobrinos (well, mostly Mirabel and Camilo) would drag him around the village, introducing him to the residents if the village and their friends. As it turned out, before she saved Casita and it's magic, Mirabel didn't really have many friends. Her lack of a gift left her overshadowed by her cousins and other family members. Upon saving the miracle, becoming her own miracle, she was revered and much of Camilo's friends became her own. It made Bruno well with pride. Mirabel deserved friends. She deserved it without having to save their family's magic and home, but at least now they could all see it. Surprisingly, Mirabel and Camilo didn't mind having their uncle hang around them and their friends. Bruno supposed it made sense. He still felt himself very much a kid at heart, never really "growing up" in the same way Pepa and Julieta did. And it was easy for him to relax and have fun, playing with and hanging around his sobrinos and their friends - acting as a older, responsible figure while also being someone easy to talk to and relate to. He knew very well what lots of kids go through. Feeling different, feeling cast out, not knowing your place in the world… And all at once, it hit Bruno. He did it. Somehow, he managed to fumble his way into being The Cool Tío.

💚 As he became more and more like the younger villagers' surrogate tío, Bruno promised himself to never have any favorites. Well, no favorites outside of his family… Well, okay, maybe one. You were one of Camilo's closer friends, almost always at his side, like you were his shadow. And for some reason, you began to really look up to Bruno, vying for his approval. You'd volunteer to listen to his ideas for his telenovelas and were there for every show. You'd try extra hard to be funny around him, trying to make both him and Camilo laugh. You came to him for advice, or to just talk… And you and Camilo liked messing with him, too. You had gotten him a few times, he'd admit. Camilo pretending to be you, the two of you running around him, laughing, pulling on his ruana as the two of you told him to guess who was who. The first couple times, he'd gotten it wrong - making Camilo rather smug and you burst into laughter, the two of you ribbing Bruno and poking fun. But, over time, Bruno knew you better. Your quirks and intricacies. The things you did when you were happy, sad, lonely. The shape of your smile, the way your eyes shone with emotion, the way you clasped or fidgeted with your hands. The small things that make you you. The small things that Camilo, no matter how good of a mimic he was, couldn't replicate. And he felt so happy, so full of pride as he looked  between you and his sobrino pretending to be you, and was easily able to tell the difference. Which made Camilo switch back and stomp his feet, swearing that his tío had to have cheated somehow! But, it was your reaction Bruno focused on - the smile that erupted on your face and how you launched forward, pulling him into a hug.

⏳ And it was then that everything shifted. Clicked into place, like the fragments of his visions. You weren't just Camilo's best friend. You were like a member of the family. Like one of his sobrinos... But, that wasn't quite right. He had to share his sobrinos' attention with their parents and his mother. He had you all on his own, like you were his own- wait. Your parents. Where were your parents? Bruno hadn't recalled meeting them, seeing them, and he couldn't recall you ever mentioning them. Maybe they kept to themselves? It'd make sense, considering you never accepted Camilo or Mirabel's invitation for a sleepover… Butttt, just in case, Bruno figured he should ask Camilo himself. And the boy's answer was simple, "They don't have parents. They don't like to talk about it." And it broke Bruno's heart, knowing you had no one to look after you, living only and having to rely on the village as a whole to help you… But, it also made Bruno buzz with excitement, with happiness, with relief - you didn't have anyone to claim you! You… You really could be like his own child. His kid, and nobody else's. And despite it being late in the evening, darkness surrounding the Encanto, he set out to find you, in the small house (if you could call it that), that you lived in. Alone. He knew what it was like to be alone.

💚 In times like these, it was easy for Bruno to forget that not everyone had a family as big as his own. Not everyone had a family. The idea seemed impossible in a place like Encanto, but he was wrong. His whole body tensed with nervousness as he walked in the darkness. His fingers twitched with the need to cross for good luck. His hands itched, wanting to knock on the nearest wooden object, or to toss salt, or sugar, or sand over his shoulder. Or, maybe… Maybe he could get a quick vision. It'd be real fast, and he had everything he needed outside. Just to check. Just to be sure. That you'd agree and be his kid and you'd you'd happy and a part of his family, officially … But, no. He didn't need to. He didn't need to check. Clear skies. Clear skies. He doesn't cross his fingers. And when he knocks on wood, it's on the door to your house (so small, so tiny, so lonely, like his living space in the walls) to get your attention. Confusion filled your eyes when you opened the door, but he can see the smaller flecks of emotions. Tiredness. Loneliness. He pulled you into a hug, asking why you didn't tell him, that you were all alone. Well, you didn't want to be a bother. Why didn't you come over some time, they had plenty of room. Well, you didn't deserve to. And that made Bruno pull back, eyes wide and almost hurt. You explained that you weren't magic like him or his family. You didn't deserve to step foot in Casita, the home of the Magical Madrigals. Didn't deserve to take up space there, to eat their food, to sleep in their rooms. For a moment, all Bruno could do is stare. And then, he pulled you into an even tighter embrace. That you did deserve it. Mirabel didn't have a gift, but she was magic all on her own. Just like you. You deserved it. You deserved the world and more, he promised.

⏳ Bruno coaxed you to his home, gentle and reassuring when you hesitated to step onto the property. Until you do, waiting for… Something bad to happen. But, it never did. And Bruno was all smiles as he guided you inside, greeted warmly by the rest of his family. You have a full meal, and Bruno adores the way you lit up with joy at the company, the feeling of love and family from the entirety of the Madrigals. And, of course, Camilo is at your side the entire night, practically attached to your hip, overjoyed that his best friend had finally come over. Still, you couldn't believe it was true. You asked if Bruno was going to walk you home - but Bruno sternly insisted that this was your home now. In fact, he had the perfect place for you to stay. He guided you, hand in hand, up to his tower. You couldn't believe it, shaking a bit as you stepped inside the room of a Madrigal. Past the curtain of sand, Bruno's room had been changed since the morning. It was brighter, somehow more homey. And, not to far off, was a side room with knickknacks, and a 'welcome home' sign hung above a bed that was perfect for you. Casita had been busy. You let out a gasp as Bruno hugged you tight, cradling the back of your head. Tears escaped his eyes as he let out a shuddering breath, "Welcome home, mi tesoro."

protective roommate!Sanemi

shinazugawa sanemi × fem!reader

☞︎︎︎ warnings: mentions of sexual assault, fighting, scratches, bruises ☞︎︎︎ genre: angst (?), mutual pining ☞︎︎︎ au: roommate au ☞︎︎︎ third person pov

characters: shinazugawa sanemi, reader, rengoku kyojuro

⁙ your roommate sanemi takes care of you after your date attempts to sexually assault you (and threatens him because Sanemi will always be Sanemi) ⁙

She felt wobbly, legs like jelly. There were bruises already forming on her wrists, on her arms where he tried to hold her down. She could feel the bruises forming on her inner thighs from where he tried to pry them open. 

Never had she been more thankful for Sanemi’s forced self-defense training. 

She winced as she shoved her shoes off and climbed the stairs, keys pushing in the door and hip hitting it open. The lights in the living room were off and she couldn’t have been more thankful. Praying Sanemi wasn’t home, she peaked around the corner and frowned when she saw the sliver of light decorating the wooden floor of his bedroom. 

“Fuck,” she whispered. She didn’t want to deal with him right now; just wanted to take off her makeup and scrub her body in the shower. 

God, she felt so filthy. She flung the keys onto the kitchen counter and waddled her way towards their connected bathroom.

Sanemi didn’t want to admit that he was listening very intently to the sounds outside his bedroom door. He heard the front door click and stood up; heard the bathroom door click and pressed his face to his connecting door. All he heard were sniffles and hiccups, shuffling of materials in the cabinets. He heard the drop of something and the curse slipping past her lips before he tugged the door open. His eyes were quick to adjust, landing on the mascara stained cheeks.

“What the fuck happened to you?” 

To anyone else, it would have sounded like a harsh question, something that eluded to smugness – a silent ‘I told you so’ – but she knew him. She knew Sanemi better than any stranger, better than she knew herself sometimes. She knew she didn’t have to answer; she couldn’t. The minute she opened her mouth, a loud sob ripped through her throat. He grumbled, moving to lift her onto the counter and freezing when she flinched from his touch. She never flinched, and Sanemi was a brute. He yeled, screamed, threw shit around the apartment all the time, punched holes in walls but she never curled away from him. In fact, she would welcome him with open arms. He punched a hole in the wall three nights ago and she patted the couch so he would join her movie session two minutes later.

He gulped, his eyes traced the length of her arms to her wrists, frown deepening when he saw fresh handprints on her arms.  “What the fuck happened to you?” His voice quiet and low, gruff as usual but less of a bite.

“‘N-nemi,” she sniffled, but she couldn’t hide from him. She felt cornered. Sanemi’s body stood just a few inches from hers, his hands hung in the air. His fingers danced across the forming bruises on her wrists, his touch gentle, soft, almost unrecognizable. 

Sanemi was known for his short, ill temper. He was known for being crass and lacking empathy; for being the scary man with scars decorating his skin and the man who gets into fights for fun, but there’s always two sides to every coin and Sanemi’s other side was unbelievably caring. He was terrified of people leaving him, and he wasn’t very good at taking care of others but he tried, and she was always there to help him. He just hoped he could do the same at this moment. 

She moved slowly, her fingers resting on his tattered sleep shirt. He let his hands hover over her hips. “Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” She hummed, thighs trembling as she tried to walk over to the shower. “Sit, I’ll start it for you.” She nodded. He slipped away from her, but kept a close eye, taking notice of her jitters and flinches. The bruises looked disgusting and all he wanted to do was find that son of a bitch and pummel him, but he couldn’t right now. He took in the sight of her battered – what came to be his favorite – skirt. Sanemi’s lavender eyes traced the rips and tears and he clenched his fists around the shower handle to keep from screaming. He made a mental note to buy her a new one.

He swallowed his own feelings for her down before squatting in front of her. “Do you want me to stay or should I step out and let you get in?” She didn’t say anything, just tugged his shirt twice. A silent answer to stay. She whimpered, scrunching her nose to keep the tears at bay. Sanemi kept his hands in her line of sight at all times, lifting her shirt before shrugging off her skirt and snarling when he caught sight of the bruises there. After he undressed her, he helped her into the shower, but her fingers wrapped around his wrist and her eyes widened when he went to leave. 

“Yo-you want me to get in with you?” 

He tried to remember stories Mitsuri had told him from her assault classes; how some victims would cling to someone they trusted and how some would shut everyone out. He tugged off his sleep shirt and his shorts, standing in the shower in his boxers and keeping a distance to calm his breathing before helping her get cleaned. She pressed her forehead against him, allowing him to wash her hair, letting her arms hang at her sides.

“We should go to the police tomorrow.” She didn’t say anything.

Sanemi took great care of drying her, careful of the bruises and small scratches on her hips. He applied ointment before putting her in a t-shirt of his and shorts before allowing her to stay in his room with him. All she wanted was to be surrounded by Sanemi’s scent; to stop smelling the alcohol and cigarettes that were long gone from her skin and hair. 

“I fought him off…” she whispered as she stared at the ceiling. Sanemi turned on his side, back up against the wall to avoid unwanted touching. “I thought he was a really great guy until–”

“Any guy that does this is not a great guy–” 

“I know.” She turned, looking up at him. She shimmied a little closer, giving him ample time for him to stop her. He didn’t. She pressed her face against his chest, shaking fingers tracing the scar that adorned his chest. She sighed. “You were right.”

“About what?” His arm wrapped around her frame, tracing little patterns on her shoulder. 

“I looked slutty.” His heart sank. He felt guilty when the words left his lips earlier that evening and now he felt even worse. 

“That’s not– I didn’t mean it like that.” 

"'This wouldn't have happened if you didn't wear something like this.'" She shuddered, remembering how he had torn her skirt with his hands. It was her favorite too. Sanemi tried to speak up, tried to argue that he was only joking – he didn’t mean it, but she shrugged too quickly and the words died in his throat. “Don’t leave me…” she trailed off, her breathing evened out and her body stilled against his and he soon realized she had fallen asleep listening to the thumping of his heart. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Hand splayed out over hers before falling asleep.

She sat in the courtyard, leaning against a tree. She didn’t want to go to class today, but she promised Sanemi she’d meet him here so they could walk home together.

“Meet me in the courtyard after class,” he had said. “It’s crowded and no one will bother you.”

She sighed and looked at her watch once more before squinted at the horizon in front of her, looking for the grumpy man. He’s late. She closed her eyes once more before hearing the loud call of her name. The boisterous man was standing over her when she looked up, her body flinching involuntarily. Kyojuro’s eyes were wide and filled with concern.

“Have you seen Shinazugawa?”

“No.” The blonde frowned – he frowned. “What happened?”

“He got into a fight.”

“Another one?”

He nodded. “He’s at the infirmary.” As soon as she stood up, she wanted to lay back down. Her ribs hurt and she felt winded. Kyo’s hands hovered over her shoulders. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah.” With a flick of her wrist, she waved him off. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look convinced, but nonetheless, he walked with her slowly to the building off across a parking lot.

“I’m not sure who the guy was, but Shinazugawa said it was someone who did something terrible and that he deserved it.” She frowned as he pushed open the infirmary door. The learning nursing students brought them both to the back where they heard him before the two saw him.

“I told you I was fucking fine. Why am I still here?” He growled at one of the students before his head whipped towards the entrance. He had a scratch over his eyebrow, a bruise forming under his eye and scar, bruises forming on his jaw and arms as well. A snarl appeared on his lips. “What are you doing here?”

“Coming to see a very ill tempered patient.”

“There’s none here. Go away.”

“Are you sure? He’s got white hair, scars all over, big lavender eyes, and his bark is worse than his bite."

“What?!” The nursing student backed away slowly, Kyo chuckling before following her lead. His roommate took a seat beside the angry man, smacking his shoulder. “Hey! I’m an injured man.”

“You’re fine. You only have some bruising. What were you thinking?”

“That someone needed a good talking to.”

“Talking to?!” She shook her head. “‘Nemi, this isn’t how you talk to people.” She leaned her head against his arm. “You didn’t have to do this…”

“I had to.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, gruff. His fingers brushed along her roots before trailing through to her ends. “I couldn’t let him get away with what he did. Not to you.” She turned her head, cheek smushed against his forearm.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “But I can’t condone you getting into fights for me.”

“Just this once.” He smiled a little, thumbing over her jaw. “Just let me protect you this once, stubborn.”

“Just this once,” she repeated, “Just this time.”

Because how could she say no to him when he was looking at her like she was his everything and more?

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roommate!sanemi [sanemi x fem!reader]

ended up being roommates out of process of elimination

no one else wanted to room with him because he's scary and yells a lot

roommate!sanemi scared away like 4 other candidates

but when you walked in and listened to him berate and complain and talk about how he didn't "need a fucking roommate", you just smiled and shrugged and threw your stuff into the empty room

and that's how you've been roommates for the better part of your university days

roommate!sanemi does the grocery shopping and no longer complains when you randomly add things he knows he didn't write down

sometimes roommate!sanemi will buy you tampons/pads if he's gotten used to your cycle and knows there's only a few left

no one makes fun of him because he's scary and afraid to be roasted by him for not caring about their partner's menstrual cycles

you noticed he started picking up your favorite snacks or juices without you having to ask

roommate!sanemi is great fucking cook. makes breakfast and leaves you a plate with a note

"eat it, brat"

after about a year

roommate!sanemi wakes up to the smell of baked goods at 2am and runs out to make sure you didnt burn the kitchen and yells at you for not being able to sleep

but really he knows it's because you get nightmares and you almost never sleep for longer than 2 hours at a time so he stays on the kitchen with you and eats all the brownies you made

roommate!sanemi complains about you making a mess in the living room after building a blanket fort only to crawl inside it and watch a movie with you.

roommate!sanemi yells at you for not finishing your assignments only to do them when you finally close your eyes so you don't fail your psychology class.

roommate!sanemi does your laundry because "you were taking too long in the kitchen and needed the washing machine" but really

because you had been cooking and cleaning this entire week and he didn't want to see you stress out more

roommate!sanemi sits on your shared balcony at 4am to watch the sunrise even if he grumbles about it being cold and too "goddamn early" to have his eyes open

roommate!sanemi wordlessly let's you cuddle with him in his bed when a nightmare is exceptionally bad

or he'll bring water and sit beside you in your room until you feel safe enough to close your eyes

roommate!sanemi let's you trace his scars when you've had a particularly rough day

as long as you don't ask where they came from. he won't tell you yet

overall, has a big soft spot for you and will cut a bitch if they fuck with you

©️ ALLYALLYGATOR 2022

Changes.

𖣓 Summary: Izana is the reader's brother and she is the one getting shot instead of him.

𖣓 Pairing: Izana Kurokawa.

𖣓 Word count: 1.5K

𖣓 Warnings: it’s fem!reader since the requester said sister, cursing, mention of idk… y’all read the manga so y’all know(? Guns, shooting, read it after the Tenjiku arc. Y’all know I can’t write angst so add me as a warning. KK.

𖣓 A/N: I can’t write angst guys, that’s why it takes me so long to write about this type of scenario. The ending is so bad. I apologize.

Request.

Izana adores you, how can he not? Aside from Shinichiro, you and Kakucho are his only family. One day in the orphanage he defended you from some kids that were picking on you, not because he was fond of you, but because they were being too loud. So he whooped their asses and went on his way. That same day you took your food and sat by his side to eat with him in silence. That went on for a long time till he ended up opening up to you and from there he just grew overprotective over you, to the point of having his men watch over you, yes, even when he was in juvie. As adults, y’all live together alongside Kakucho too, being a small family of three.

Now, he and Kakucho are doing what they can to build this kingdom for you, while he’s not doing it in the cleanest way, it’s okay. Because he is your brother and you’re gonna be there for him through everything.

But he never expected this.

He always made sure to keep you out of his bullshit, going as far as to not let you talk, not even with the other members of the S62 generation because he didn’t want you to be known around the environment in which he frequents.

Now, he is in the middle of this big ass brawl with you involved because somehow you heard about how big this fight would be and came to stop him and Kakucho. But, since you didn’t know all the information you end up arriving kind of late, just when the situation was too dangerous for you.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here? Get away from here!” He shouts, his eyes crazy from the concern of you getting more and more closer.

“B-Brother, what is going on?” You ask him, your voice trembling from the situation.

“Y-You have a sister…?” Mikey asks him, shocked at the revelation.

Izana’s heart stops for a second when he hears a gunshot, his eyes hysterically going to you who now are almost at his side.

“Kaku-chan!!” You scream pointing at Kakucho and that’s when Izana freezes for a second when he sees his best friend standing up, pressing his shoulder.

“What a goddamn nuisance”

The guy, Kisaki, is still pointing at the small group and Izana knows he’s gonna pull the trigger again so he gets in front of Kakucho. Apparently, you know too and jump in front of Izana just when Kisaki pulls the trigger again, you gasp.

“W-What…?” Izana feels like he is going to pass out from the situation. This wasn’t what he initially planned.

“No, no, no, no, not you too, you can’t leave, Y/N! Y/N LOOK AT ME! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!” He screams.

Mikey, taking advantage of Kisaki being too shocked after shooting a person that he doesn’t even know, takes the time to kick the gun out of his hand.

But Izana can’t bring himself to think about anything else but you and Kakucho. He falls to his knees with you in his arms, crying.

“I-It’s gonna be okay,” Kakucho says in a weak voice, being exhausted from the early brawl and the shock from the shot. He crawls to where y’all are. “She’s strong…”

“D-Don’t talk Kaku…” You mumble, your eyes unfocused. “It's worse i-if you…”

“Shhh, no more talking,” Izana sobs, caressing your cheek.

Someone touches his shoulder and when he looks up, Mikey is there.

“Stand up, we can’t wait for the ambulance. We’re taking them to the hospital ourselves.” Izana nods but the words don’t register in his head.

Mikey takes the initiative, crouching down and taking you in his arms. Another member from his gang and from Tenjiku too takes Kakucho who just passed out due to the shock of his shot. You are trying to keep your eyes open but it’s hard, you sob.

“M-My b-brother…” Mikey nods.

“He’s right by your side. We’ll take you to the hospital.”

“We’ll stay behind.” Mochi says, standing up from the floor.

“We’ll clean our mess, just… She doesn’t deserve that.” Ran says. Mikey nods since Izana is too out of it to even give an order.

In the hospital Mikey and Draken have to pin down Izana since he almost fought the doctor when they took you out of his sight. After that, he sits on the floor and cries his eyes out, hating himself like never before.

“I… I deserve to die.” He is taking short and shaky breaths, trembling. Without thinking, Mikey sits by his side and pulls him into a hug, letting him cry.

“Don’t say that.”

“I love them, Mikey, I love them more than I could even explain and they are… T-they are hurt because of me. It’s my fault.” He hits his chest crying. Mikey blinks trying to stop his own tears from falling, and failing.

At some point Izana passed out, due to his fight with Mikey and all the crying.

When you open your eyes, several hours later, the first thing you feel is a little shaking in your thigh and when you can focus your vision better you see that it’s Izana sobbing uncontrollably but silently.

You try to take a deep breath and whine at the pain in your abdomen, making him lift his head fast enough to make you flinch. His bottom lip trembles when he sees your eyes open, he lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” He repeats like a mantra. You shake your head slowly.

“Brother, stop.” You murmur, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your—,”

“It is.” He says without emotion in his tone. “You’re supposed to be studying for your admission exam for college, n-not in a bed after being shot because of your big brother.”

“Please, stop.” He nods when your bottom lip trembles too. He’s not about to make you cry on top of all the things he just did.

“Because of the fucker being so weak to hold the gun properly and because he lifted it too fast, the bullet didn’t hit any organ but the doctor said it’s gonna hurt a lot anyways.” You nod softly.

“Where’s Kaku? Oh my God, Kaku—,” He squeezes your hand when you try to get up.

“Fucking stop! He’s okay!” You let out a shaky sigh. “The same happened to him, he was shot on the shoulder, he is resting since he was tired from the fight too. Your shot was lower because you jumped, why the fuck did you jump, Y/N?”

“Because you two where in danger and—,”

“I did everything in my hands to keep you out of that shit and you– you go and jump right in front of a damn gun.” You look at him, not knowing what to say. “It’s not your fault, little one. I’m just mad.”

“I didn’t want to lose my family.” You whisper to yourself and he feels a sting of pain on his chest.

He moves and sits softly on the bed with you, letting you lean your head on his shoulder.

“You know I love you, right?” You look at him with wide eyes. Not even once in your life had you heard Izana Kurokawa talking about love like that. His love language was cussing you out for fun. “You and Kakucho are all I have, Y/N. I kept you out of that world because I wanted you to live your life without a single ounce of hate or negativity. Since that day I beat those bullies that were picking on you, you became my sister without even trying.”

You grab his hand and caress it.

“I’m quitting from all of that.” He says in a low tone, his voice much calmer now. “That wasn’t the way to build a kingdom for you.”

“Brother.”

“I want you to think of me– of us and be proud. I don’t want you hanging out with your friends and having to hide the fact that I’m your brother. I’ll change my ways.”

“I’m proud of you.” He looks at you. “Without you I don't even want to think where I would be right now. You forced me to continue school, to get proper jobs, just so I wouldn’t end like a lot of the kids that lived with us when we were kids. You’re the best brother the heavens could give me.”

“I’ll be better then.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, little one. Never again will we have a situation like this.” He nods. “I love you.”

“I love you Izana.”

“Enough to change your name to Y/N Kurokawa?”

“You’re already my brother.”

“But what if–.”

“No.”

“That’s mean.”

“Cry about it.”

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