A SWEET THING CALLED LOVE

— A SWEET THING CALLED LOVE —

for tiny mikey

@keizos @kallikrein @nozomiasl @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @mqtsuno @blondbirb @lostinthe-jojos felt like tagging you guys, hope you all like it ! ♡

-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i'm sorry!

kindergarten it's a weird period of a person's life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception

he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind

there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy  4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now

it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching

mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present

the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:

his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school

young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you

see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty

and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you

so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune

he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner

a very much concerning thing coming from him

in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan

you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail

a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!

the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace

-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!

lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed

-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!

the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all

-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-

-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?

the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard

-she is here!

emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!

you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you

-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too

they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting

he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore

so this is love? ew

until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled

-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!

before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times

he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks

oh, first love 

-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter

-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done

re-reading this masterpiece

Boys Will Be Bugs

1.5k words

The first generation of Black Dragon meet an artist!reader at school and slowly become friends.

Platonic!Wakasa, Benkei, Akashi x gn!reader and slightly romantic Shinichiro x reader

I don’t really like this (I don’t like this at all) but I already wrote it so I decided to just post it lol

Pt 2 BEE BOY

Shinichiro sighs and looks around, searching for an empty classroom. Letting his friends meet him at his school was already a mistake, since the principal isn’t very friendly towards people from other schools. If anyone snitches to the principal, he’s dead. His grandfather won’t let him live this down and on top of that he’ll get detention. Wakasa, Benkei and Akashi surely make other’s heads turn towards them, because of their scary aura. The fact that they’re well known delinquents doesn’t make it any better. Shinichiro glances through a little window on a door and the classroom seems empty. They walk into it and he let’s out a sigh, feeling relieved.

The guys sit down on a few chairs that were in the classroom and start talking about gang business. Though the eldest Sano’s joy was short lived. The classroom door opens and you walk in, holding your tote bag full of art supplies. With earphones on and deep in thought you don’t notice the three scary looking delinquents and their stressed leader staring at you. You put down the bag and turn around to walk towards your unfinished painting that was left in the classroom. That’s when you notice the four guys that look so out of place, it was funny. Your lips part a bit and you raise your eyebrows out of surprise.

“Uhh.. Can I help you?” You clear your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you guys in the art club before. Or are you new?”

Shinichiro quickly stands up, blush covering his whole face. He was embarrassed, but also feeling shy, because he just saw the most beautiful person ever. How are you even real?

“Oh.. Sorry. I thought this club was over already and we really needed an empty classroom.” He explains, hoping you won’t turn around and walk to the principals office to snitch on him. You let out a hum.

“The art club should start in like ten or fifteen minutes.” You notice his face drop. “But the sewing club just ended twenty minutes ago and no one should be in the classroom by now.”

“Is the classroom unlocked?” Akashi asks, looking at you. The look he gave you made shivers run down your spine, but you shook it off quickly.

“Oh right.. I can give you the key. And once you guys are done with whatever, you can just bring it back to me. I can trust you, yeah?” Shinichiro quickly nods. “Okay so, when you come here to give me back the key, if I’m not the one to open the door, just tell them that you need to talk to (L/N) (Y/N).” You grab the classroom key from your bag and give it to Sano.

“How come you have your own key?” He asks.

“I go to the sewing club and most of the time I’m the last one to leave. Sometimes even hours later..” you blush a bit. “So they just gave me a key, so I can stay for however long I want.”

They say a quick thanks and leave the art club. But that wasn’t the last time they saw you. For a month straight, every Tuesday, they would walk into the classroom before art club started and you would give them the key. You even considered to make them one of their own, but quickly crossed out that thought. It wasn’t your place to do that. The teacher and principal trusted you, and you didn’t want to loose the trust.

But one day, the sewing club lasted way longer than expected. You were all alone in the art club classroom and they walked in, a bit slumped.

“Here’s your key.” Wakasa dropped it on your table. “The club isn’t over and they should be there for a few more hours.”

The guys almost walked out of the class, but before they could, you lowered the music you were listening to and let out a sigh.

“You could stay here y’know that right?” The paintbrush you were holding, was dipped into water. “I’m listening to music with earphones on. I won’t hear whatever you all are talking about. Plus I put all of my attention to painting, so no need to worry. It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

And they did stay that day. And the next week. And the next.. Slowly, but surely you all became friends. They would bring you snacks and would tell you to take a break from painting, since you would stay in one place for hours. You got to know them and they got to know you. Though when painting you would still put on your earphones and listen to whatever was playing from your playlist, as loud as possible.(sometimes they would talk so loud, you would still hear them, no matter how loud the song was. But your full attention was on painting, so you wouldn’t know exactly what they were talking about, just a few snippets here and there).

One day they walked into the classroom and it seemed like nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for Shinichiro’s hair. He ditched the hair gel. You thought it looked better that way. You were having an art block and couldn’t paint anything and on top of that, you forgot your headphones. They didn’t mind if you heard what they were talking about. Shinichiro even stood up and did a few fighting moves (they looked more like dance moves, but you didn’t want to ruin his mood by saying that) while talking about the latest fight they were in. An idea crossed your mind and you went straight to work.

A week later they barged into the classroom, and found you drinking coffee, while looking at a huge painting you were working on. That day you didn’t forget your headphones and were once again listening to music. They gave you whatever snacks they packed for you and sat down to talk. Your presence was calming for them. They had no need to come back to that classroom (Wakasa, Akashi and Benkei especially. They didn’t even go to this school. By the looks of it, they showed up to your school more than theirs), but they did. It felt cozy. They even changed up their schedule and came to that classroom after art club was over, knowing that you’ll stay there for a few more hours.

But that day you left earlier than usually. You left them the classroom key and a big envelope. They opened it as soon as you left and found portraits of them. Every single portrait had a different bug drawn on it. There was a butterfly flying around Wakasa, a bee on Sano’s nose, a dragonfly sitting on Akashi’s shoulder and a grasshopper on Benkei’s head. They furrow their brows and look at each other’s drawings. As they turn them around to see if there’s anything there, they notice handwritten notes.

“Sano Shinichiro, bees are not designed to be able to fly. I read it somewhere on a newspaper and it NEVER left my mind. But they really wanted to fly and adapted so they could. Can you imagine that?? How cool. Bees also symbolise hard work and dedication. You remind me of a bee. You work so hard for others. (I also didn’t think you’re “designed” to be a gang leader, but it seems like all is going well. I’m happy for you.) But like a bee, you need to sometimes stop and look at the pretty flowers (they suck the nectar, but I don’t think I want to see you trying to suck nectar from flowers). By that I mean, stop and look around. Life is great. Spend some time with yourself, or just go do something fun! You overwork yourself.”

“Wakasa Imaushi. Butterflies are not only beautiful, but also have mystery and symbolism. They are a metaphor representing transformation, change, hope and life. I know it was hard for you to change your ways and drop your own gang. But maybe it was time for a change? I notice how happy the guys make you. You just try not to show it, huh? Your “I’m too cool to give a fuck” face doesn’t work on me. Butterflies also remind us that life is short. So live your life to the fullest. You’re a cool dude.”

“Akashi Takeomi. To a warrior, a dragonfly tattoo represents agility, power, speed, victory, and courage. You remind me of a warrior. You’re this big scary guy (you’re not actually THAT scary..) and most people fear you. You have this strong aura around you. (You remind me of the God of war Ares. But better, because you’re a very nice guy. Thank you for always buying me drinks! I never thought I’d like that brand, because they seemed too sweet for my liking, but now I’m hooked.) Dragonflies encourage people to get rid of their doubts and live life to the fullest. You remind me of a dragonfly for some reason.”

“Arashi Keizo. Grasshoppers are interesting bugs. Their carefree life is a reminder to enjoy the pleasures of life. (I hope you’re enjoying your life, I think you’re a really great and friendly guy. Thank you for the snacks, you somehow always bring my favourite snacks?? Wizard.) Having the grasshopper as your spirit animal means that you have a lovely personality and people tend to enjoy your company. (I enjoy your company. And the other’s as well. Thank you, Sano, Akashi and Wakasa for always keeping me company. I now realise how lonely it was without you here.)”

Shinichiro starts to blush and realises you just screwed him over. The small crush he had on you, just turned into a way bigger one. They all smile and share the little notes they got with the portraits. And as they were trying to put the drawings back into the envelope, so they could safely bring them back home, they notice something written on it too.

BOYS WILL BE BUGS

i am depressed

HEY HEY HEY

a sweet thing called love

for tiny mikey

@keizos @kallikrein @nozomiasl @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @mqtsuno @blondbirb @lostinthe-jojos felt like tagging you guys, hope you all like it ! ♡

-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i’m sorry!

kindergarten it’s a weird period of a person’s life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception

he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind

there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy  4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now

it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching

mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present

the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:

his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school

young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you

see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty

and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you

so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune

he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner

a very much concerning thing coming from him

in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan

you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail

a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher

now, he just had to give it to you

but how?

it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!

the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace

-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!

lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed

-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!

the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all

-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-

-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?

the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard

-she is here!

emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!

you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you

-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too

they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it

and when you did, it had the words

you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you

mikey

it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting

he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore

so this is love? ew

until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled

-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!

before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf

-thanks again mikey, i loved it

you loved it

-before you leave, i want to know something

you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times

he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks

oh, first love 

-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter

-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done

SMOKE SIGNALS

character(s): akashi takeomi x gn!reader

notes: i remb the first time i smoked a cig i choked so bad i hit my head on the wall lmao

warnings: shotgunning

the tap tap tapping of rain outside your apartment window sets the mood for your weekend. dark, slightly dreary, lazy as you slide around your apartment on socked feet with the television buzzing low in the background. saturday is your off day, the one you reserve for movie marathons and avoiding any and all responsibilities no matter the costs.

it’s going well, too.

you’re currently curled up on your couch, cheek smushed against your hand as you stare blankly at the movie playing. you don’t even know the name of it, but you do know it’s boring. (not boring enough for you to care to change, but boring nonetheless).

then there’s a falter in the rhythmic tapping of rain, another tone of taps—harder, more firm than that of liquid—sounding throughout your apartment. but not from the door.

your eyes flit frantically towards the source, and for a second your heart screeches to a halt inside your chest at the sight of silhouette in your window. then, you notice the familiar leather jacket and horrid tri-dye job of hair and rise off the couch to go meet your intruder.

“i got scared because i thought there was a criminal on my fire escape,” you greet as you slide the window open, smile gracing your lips. “and look, i was right.”

“funny,” takeomi huffs, rolling his eyes. a cigarette hangs off his lips, dripping wet from the rain and the slight trace of a soggy ruined light on the end. “now back up, i’m freezing my ass off out here.”

you do as you’re told, stepping back to let the man crawl through your window and quickly shutting it back before too much rain gets in. not that it matters, because takeomi’s soaked form is doing well in drenching your floor regardless.

“haven’t you heard of an umbrella?” you tease, watching as he takes off his boots before turning to walk towards your bedroom. “or a door for that matter?”

“i was in a rush,” he answers, nonchalantly, as his wet socks pat against the floor behind you with each step.

“let me guess,” you hum, walking into your bedroom and gesturing him to the bathroom, because his sogginess can’t ruin tile. “running from the cops and you need to lay low for a few hours?” you sift back to the corner of your closet that holds clothes that don’t particularly belong to you (though that hasn’t stopped you from wearing them occasionally, only when your laundry is in the wash, you swear!) and grab out a t-shirt and sweats. “and me, your favorite person, was who you decided to run to. why omi, i’m flattered.”

“turning myself in is sounding better by the minute,” takeomi simpers, leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom as he watches you approach him. the loose bangs that hang in his eyes, cutting through deep irises, have you wanting to run your fingers back through them.

“oh you’d never,” you wave off, handing him the clothes. his fingertips brush against yours as he takes them. “you couldn’t bare to be away from me that long.”

he scoffs at you, but that tilt never leaves his lips as he turns and slams the bathroom door in your face. you bite the corner of your lip, “towels are under the—“

“i know where they are!” he barks before you can even finish, and for some reason that makes something stupidly giddy pool in your stomach.

you shuffle your feet out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, instantly on a mission. you keep his favorite drinks in the back of your fridge for times just like this, so with a little pep in your step you shimmy on over. you can hear the bathroom door click open and you smile to yourself at the ridiculously fast pace he’s able to dry off and change in.

(you think it has something to do with having siblings, sharing a bathroom growing up, that sort of thing).

you’ve just leaned up from your scrounging in the fridge, nudging the door shut with your hip when he emerges into the kitchen along with you—faded shirt and worn out sweats never looking so good. holding the drink out, you step up to him, reaching a hand forward to pick a piece of lint off his chest.

“you don’t look so much like a wet dog anymore.” it’s teasing, light, comfortable as it always is as you let your palm rest against his chest for a little longer than necessary.

and, as if to simply spite you, takeomi shakes his still damp hair, slinging the remnants of rain all over you—much like a bad, wet dog.

he cracks a grin at your pout, taking the drink from your hand and leaning down just low enough to press his lips to your temple. you can feel the upturn of lips against your skin and you want to revel in it, grip the front of his t-shirt and keep him there.

but he leans back just as soon as he leaned in, a hand meeting to top of your head to rub it in the way an older brother would, and you remind yourself you shouldn’t think like this.

because you’ve known him since forever, a constant in your life since you can remember really, and you need to remind yourself that that’s where the comfortableness comes from.

you were just a little tag along, clinging to takeomi’s shirttail and admiring his every move with wide eyed awe—now you’re a run to, lending spare sweats and eyeing the way he walks around your apartment.

you’re a dependent and dependable at the same time, that’s the reason he comes to you.

nothing else.

“so,” you clear your throat, watching as he makes hisself at home and plops onto your sofa. trailing after, you take your seat beside him. “what was it today? murder, robbery..”

“for your information, dollface, i’m completely innocent. didn’t do a single thing.”

you snort, rolling your eyes as you lean back on the couch cushions, arms crossed over your chest as you stare forward at the t.v. (mostly because you don’t think you’d be able to look away if you dared to even steal a glimpse of takeomi right now).

“yeah, okay,” you dismiss, “and that’s what you said last week. and the week before that. and the week before that. and then i got to see your ugly mug on my evening news.”

it’s silent for a moment, the rain and television taking over the apartment. you realize your mistake instantly.

“oh, i’m ugly, huh?”

the smirk in his voice is audible and you try to duck on instinct before he even makes a move to grab you. but it’s useless, you should absolutely know that by now, and the ducking proves pointless when an arm wraps around your shoulders and a hand collides with your head to rub at it in a way that has you kicking and screaming.

“get off me you lug!” you squeal, pushing at his arm and doing your damndest to elbow him anywhere that will get him to let go of you.

“take it back!” he huffs in return, grunting as your elbow meets his ribs, but not loosening his grip in the slightest.

“never!”

“then no!”

“you’re an ass!”

“you love it!”

the argument dies down but the angered tension doesn’t, neither of you wavering in your positions as takeomi keeps you in a damn near chokehold and you pout as you refuse to admit defeat. because like hell you’d tell him he isn’t ugly. and do what? just watch as his ego inflated tenfold? no way. you’d never live it down. you’d rather die.

nearly a minute passes, no moves made between the two of you, when suddenly you feel a shift and the fumbling of a box. you dare to glance over and see takeomi pulling his box of cigs out of his sweatpants, because of course they couldn’t have been soaked to ruins by the rain. before he can even fumble on your end table for the lighter he knows you keep there, you’re elbowing his ribs again.

“not in here,” you frown, wrinkling your nose at him, “you know it jacks with my alarm.”

the glare takeomi sends your way as if it’s your fault that your smoke alarm seems to only go off because of his cigarettes makes you want to punch him, but the pout that takes over seconds after as if he’s totally broken about it has you softening. you sigh, placing your hands on his arm to shove him off and grunting when he still doesn’t release his grip.

“do you want to smoke or not?” you groan, “we gotta go to my bedroom window, it’s the only one that won’t get you soaked.”

he looks at you for a moment, brows canted like it’s taking him a while to actually consider and weigh his options—which you find odd, because he normally never hesitates to jump at the opportunity to get his precious little cigs between his lips. then, his arm slowly loosens around you enough for you to break free and lead him to your room.

you’re not entirely sure who built the little makeshift awning outside your bedroom window. it’s always been there, since you moved in you’re pretty sure, but it’s obvious it’s not really supposed to be. but it’s kind of nice, shields it from the rain and weather when you sit in the sill.

which is why it’s takeomi’s favorite window in your apartment.

he’s a picture as he sits there, back pressed to the side and a leg propped up on it haphazardly. his head falls back as he inhales off his cig, and the way it twists tantalizingly out of his mouth and fades into the damp air has your stomach fluttering in a way you only wish you could ignore. like always, you find yourself drawn back to him—as if you weren’t just trying to break free from his hold moments ago—and make your way to the sill. and, like always, he shifts his leg to rest outside the window so you can sit across from him.

it’s moments like these, specifically, that you’re reminded why he has you wrapped so tightly around his finger. because yeah, he’s annoying and irritating and pisses you off to no end, but then he’s this. innocent kisses pressed to your temple and joking on your loveseat and sitting across from you on your window sill—just tiny moments that don’t mean much but are somehow worth it all.

“oi.” takeomi’s voice cuts through the fog of your mind, bringing you back to his hazy presence as you peer at him through a sheer layer of smoke. “want one?”

“what?” and surely you didn’t hear him correctly. he’s.. offering you a puff of his cigarette? there’s no way, not takeomi, because he used to tell you he’d kill you if he ever caught you with one. because someone as pretty as you shouldn’t do such a thing, should stay away from all that bad stuff.

(you found it ironic, since he literally murders for a living, but you never argued).

he holds the half burnt cigarette out to you, eyebrow cocked like he’s confused. “do you want a smoke? you keep staring at it.”

“oh.” it hits you, then, that he was simply asking because he caught you staring. but you weren’t staring at the goddamn cig, you were staring at him. maybe he doesn’t really have to know that part of it, though. “ah no, i don’t wanna put it…”

you gesture with your hands towards your mouth, internally cursing yourself that that was the best excuse you could come up with, that you didn’t want the cigarette to touch your fucking lips. for a second, though, you’re relieved, because takeomi nods like he gets it. like he approves. but then he’s leaning forward, reaching towards you again.

“well that’s not a problem,” he says.

and then he’s gripping your jaw and taking a hit and suddenly something completely foreign and definitely not oxygen is being blown into your mouth and infiltrating your lungs.

this is not like breathing, you decide, as your throat burns and your eyes water just a little bit, but you absolutely refuse to cough. not when takeomi’s face is so close. not when he’s still holding onto your jaw. not when his thumb is rubbing gentle circles into it while he stares at your lips and runs his tongue over his own and.

oh. the breath gets knocked out of you so fast that you forget you were supposed to be choking on cigarette smoke.

you almost miss it, the near silent “fuck” that slips out of his lips as he sees you release it all smoothly, like it wasn’t your first time ever inhaling cigarette smoke. something clicks in you, in him, at the same time. the rain is still pouring outside and the window sill is starting to cut into your leg a little and the humidity is making you dizzy but none of that really matters as takeomi shoves your back hard against the window frame and takes another swig from his stupid cig before slamming his lips to yours.

this time is inherently different than the first.

for starters, it’s not just a hand to your jaw restraining you, but takeomi’s got his other hand securely locked on your hip. you wonder where the cig is, if it’s still between his fingers, if it might burn you on accident, but you can’t think about it long.

the next thing you notice is that the burn is worse. because this time there’s no exit for he smoke that’s drifted it’s way into your system, you’re not too sure how to blow it out your nose and takeomi’s mouth keeps you trapped save for the few curls of grey that slip out every movement of lips.

and lastly—it’s so much fucking better than before.

you wish you could stay like this forever; the harsh burn in your lungs countered by the soft press of lips making you go totally dumb. but your body defies you, and this go around it’s not so easy to fend off the cough that starts to rack through your chest, so (begrudgingly) you shove takeomi back before you can hack in his mouth.

you find that it’s very very hard to try to catch your breath and cough every ounce of smoke out of your lungs at the same time, and if your eyes weren’t watering before then they sure as hell are now as you hold a hand to your chest.

“shit, sorry. ‘m sorry. that was stupid, are you alright?” takeomi rushes, hand sliding to rub soothing little patterns into the side of your throat. the cig is gone now, you realize, as he raises his other hand to swipe at the stray liquid that slips from your eye. “i shouldn’t have done that.”

“no, no, i-i’m fine. swear.” even you can tell your smile is sheepish as one last cough bubbles up. you stare at the man in front of you for a second, then dare to reach forward to brush the bangs out of his eyes. “that was, uh..”

“yeah,” he laughs, biting the edge of his lip. “shit, yeah, alright. not really how i planned for that to go.”

you snort at him, throat feeling a little rough but not necessarily bad as it vibrates with it. your fingers find their way to the front of his shirt, toying with it and smiling to yourself as he shifts impossibly closer to you on the cramped little sill.

“the nearly choking me to death on smoke or the kissing?” you ask, finally, and takeomi rolls his eyes so hard you think they might get stuck like that.

“the kissing, you fucking ass,” he retorts, pinching your cheek and doing it again when you pretend to bite at him. “though i have to admit, the whole choking thing was kinda cute.”

“i hate you,” you scoff, shoving his chest with no real effort or force, and leaning into him when he snakes an arm behind you to tug you forward.

“you’re sending me really mixed signals then.” and that damned smirk that twists up his lips, all knowing and cocky and charming has you winding your arms around his neck. “care to clear them up?”

you smile against his lips, a cant to your own that you just can’t help as the scent of cigarette smoke lingers in the air.

“gladly.”

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The loser…?

└ Pairing. Shinichiro Sano (ft. Black Dragons founders).

└ Summary. Shinichiro is always seen as the loser of the gang but, is he really?

└ Warnings. Cursing, Some suggestive touching because Shinichiro is a menace, Fem!Reader since this is a thought I had.

└ Note. I’ll make a campaign to stop portraying Shinichiro as some loser when he is a literal legend.

“Have you got your 21st rejection already, Shin-chan?” Wakasa murmurs and Benkei laughs. Shinichiro just chuckles.

“No, I haven’t.” He says with a smirk.

“Can y’all please stop talking about the loser’s love life and come help me with these damn umbrellas?” Takeomi grunts from afar.

The first generation and founders of the Black Dragons were on the beach, preparing a spot for them to spend the day. Around them were at least 50 more guys that belong to the same gang as the petition of their leader to spend a “normal” day.

“I’ll do it for you, leader!” A guy says, coming to take Shinichiro’s umbrella and burying it in the sand.

“Thanks, buddy.” Shinichiro smiles and pats the guy’s head.

“Look how respected he is and is still weak at fights.” Benkei says, sitting on top of his towel.

“And with women.” Takeomi says with a smirk, throwing Shinichiro a can of beer.

“But hey, he’s a reliable guy.” Waka shrugs, opening a beer and passing it to Benkei.

A group of girls pass in front of them and greet them shyly with flirty smiles. They greet them back and suddenly frown. Their leader is focused on his phone, not giving the girls the time of the day.

“Shin-chan, are you okay? Perhaps fever? Is that it?” Wakasa says while putting his hand on Shinichiro’s forehead.

“What– why?” The leader says with a chuckle.

“A bunch of girls just flirted with us and you didn’t go to get your 21st rejection.” Benkei explained.

“Oh, I don’t care about them.” He shrugs and a collective gasp is heard, since other members were in shock at his statement.

Before they could get on his nerves with questions and jokes their attention is taken by a girl not too far away from them.

“Sweet Jesus… That’s a goddess.” Takeomi murmurs, putting his cigar aside.

“Damn, out of my league, and that’s a lot to say.” Wakasa says with a bored tone and gives a sip to his beer.

“I hope I’m the one she’s looking for because I’ll let her ruin my life right now.” Benkei says.

Again, everybody looks at Shinichiro to see if he has the audacity to ignore this goddess, but, Shinichiro is already on his feet and walking to the girl. They were about to make a joke but the girl looks up at their leader and giggles.

Softly, Shinichiro’s hand slides around you, trapping you between his arms and smirks at you.

“Hey, baby.” He murmurs, already leaning to kiss you. You hum at the taste of beer in his mouth.

Without stopping kissing you he turns around as if you were dancing, ending up with you giving your back to his whole gang. His hands slide from your small back to your ass and grip it, so hard that you have to stop kissing him to laugh.

“Bitch, don’t use me to show off!” You whisper laughing, he is looking at you with a small satisfied smile.

“But you’re my goddess, I want to show you off in every chance I get.” He murmurs and you roll your eyes, nodding to give him the reason.

He starts to walk with you to where all his members are frozen on the spot, perplexed by what they just saw.

“I-Uhm… uh, you…” Wakasa is looking between you two as if he suddenly forgot how to do math.

“Right, guys this is my girl, Y/N.” Shinichiro says with a teasing smile.

“So you are not a loser?” Benkei says, confused.

“So, you’re not single???!” Takeomi says, more confused.

“I thought I told ya I didn’t get my 21st rejection?” Shinichiro feigns confusion and you look at your feet with a smile. Of course you knew why he did all that touching before and the reputation he has with girls.

“So… you’re not a loser?” Benkei says, still confused with everything and Shinichiro laughs, his hands sliding down to your ass again and pulling you to his chest.

“Do I look like a loser to you?”

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