Rb This Again Cause It Soothes My Soul

rb this again cause it soothes my soul

LATE | SENDOU ATSUSHI

there are a few constants in atsushi’s life.

he takes lunch at 12:15 every day no matter if there is a rush or not and eats at the little noodle shop on the corner of the street. takemichi and the rest of his friends come by interchangeably for cuts at least once or week (or just to annoy the shit out of him while he works). the stray cat outside his apartment window who paws and scratches at it every time he comes home begging to be let inside.

and you.

he’s not really sure when exactly he noticed you, but it feels like he’s known you forever. it’s as he’s closing the salon, locking the door after he’s shut off all the lights and cleaned up for the night, and you walk by. you must be getting off work, because he notices how tired you look—not in a bad way! just a noticeable one—and the way you always stifle a yawn as you wave at him and say hello.

for a while that’s all it is, a coincidence of you walking by on the sidewalk the same time that he’s closing, a brief nod and hello and goodnight just to be polite. he doesn’t know you, hasn’t the slightest idea of who you are, but he thinks he’d like to.

he gets the opportunity one night when he’s late closing up. he thinks he’s missed you, running late on his schedule so surely you’d be gone and passed by now. but no, as he steps out of the salon doors there you are.

no, literally you’re right there as he hits you with the door.

akkun doesn’t think his cheeks have ever burnt so hot or he’s wanted to be swallowed up by the earth more as he watches you clutch your forehead and your things clatter to the ground. what a way to properly introduce himself, he thinks.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he sputters, instantly dropping down to help retrieve your things.

and the universe must hate him—and you—because you bend at the same time and your foreheads slam together.

the both of you fall back on your asses on the concrete, now both clutching your foreheads, items forgotten in front of you. akkun wants to die on the spot, honestly, and opens his mouth to apologize for knocking you upside the head twice—two times more than he had ever planned to—but before he gets the chance you’re bursting out in laughter.

akkun thought it was just your smile that was contagious, but in that moment he learns that your laugh is too as chuckles of his own bubble out of his throat.

“i‘m really sorry,” he breathes in between giggles, palm still pressed to his head as he looks at you, eyes crinkled and warm.

“it’s fine,” you wave off, shaking your head to try to clear out your jumbled brain. “you really knocked me off my feet, huh?”

there’s a halt inside atsushi’s chest, a screeching in his mind that sends him a little dumb and a whole lot dizzy. because not only are you apparently not mad that he knocked you senseless, but you’re even telling jokes? something he’s almost certain is a half assed pick up line?

yeah, he falls in love on the spot.

things change from then on out. it’s no longer just rushed hellos and polite grins thrown at each other in the late of the night. you wave at atsushi as soon as you round the corner and indulge him in small talk as he locks the door. he waits on you—because yes, he’s started watching for you to see if you’ve passed by the salon yet—just so he can spend those few slim minutes underneath the flickering street lamps.

and he, slowly and carefully, works up the courage for what he finally does tonight.

“hey,” atsushi greets, as soon as you come into his line of sight.

tonight, he was lucky. you were running late again, a good fifteen minutes after the time you normally walk by, and he was banking on that all day because he wanted it to be special. as he fidgets with the two drinks in his hand he starts to question whether or not running to the cafe on the corner was a good idea. he’s not even sure you like this drink. shit, what if you were allergic to something in it?

he’s feeling that whole ‘earth please swallow me up’ sensation again.

“hey,” you smile, but it’s tired and your eyes don’t crinkle up all the way. a long day, akkun knows the feeling. “how was work, atsushi?”

you can’t see it because of how dim the lights are but a flush rises to his cheeks. atsushi, you say, and you have no idea what it does to him. he’s probably the only person who’d find it more flustering to have his crush call him by his real name rather than a stupid childhood nickname. but hearing it from you? it makes his tummy feel funny.

“oh, you know. same old same old,” he shrugs, mirroring your grin. he looks down at his hands out of habit, a nervous little tick, and remembers the drink in his hand. instantly, he holds it out to you, cheeks reddening even more. “here, i got you, uhm..”

“oh!” and your eyes light up in the way akkun absolutely loves as you reach for it without a single ounce of hesitation. “that’s so sweet of you. thank you.”

“it’s no problem, really. just wanted to do something to—for! for you.” atsushi bites his tongue, mentally kicks himself as he stands there on the sidewalk outside his salon, and wishes he had a single ounce of smooth talk in his body.

but suddenly you’re taking a step closer to him and your hand is pressing to his chest and you’re leaning in real close and, oh.

you kiss his cheek, and he thinks he might pass out.

“thank you,” you repeat, taking a sip from it and sending a smile up to him that has his knees going weak and his head floating a mile high. he’s sure there’s hearts in his eyes like some cheesy little cartoon. “i love it.”

“i love you,” akkun mumbles, then freezes, and you laugh as he closes his eyes and sputters over himself. “oh my god no. no i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what i—oh my god.”

“hey hey, don’t worry about it,” you wave off, and your hand is still on his chest. his heartbeat hammers beneath it as he looks down at you, chewing the edge of his lip. “you’re really cute, atsushi.”

“thank.. you?” he rubs the back of his neck, lips a sheepish tilt.

“you’re welcome.” finally, you drop your hand off his chest and for a second akkun’s heart drops to his feet at that. but then your fingers brush his, and he finds himself looking down nervously right at them. “so, walk with me?”

atsushi’s nodding before he even fully registers your question, eyes following you as you walk past and start heading down the sidewalk. you make it a few steps before looking over your shoulder, head canted to the side as you laugh out a ‘coming?’ to his still little figure. he’s bolting into action so fast he nearly trips over his own feet and you bite your lip to stop the giggle that threatens to bubble out.

it takes a whole three blocks before atsushi even realizes he’s walking the entire opposite direction of his apartment and this most certainly wasn’t what he had planned for tonight.

but when you thank him at your doorstep and lean in to kiss more than just his cheek?

he has no complaints in the slightest.

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Hello, I don’t know if your requests are still open since I saw that u already have a lot of them… If you want and will find a bit of time can you do: your child asking you how are babies made with Baji izana and ran? Thank you sm please don’t pressure yourself take your time <3

— when your child ask how babies are made!

ft. baji, izana, ran + rindou

tw. fem!reader, children, talks of babies, mentions of pregnancy, slightly suggestive, straight up fluff and domestic stuff

an. i rarely take sfw requests but sometimes i like being cute, i added rindou cause he’d make a cute dad <3

꒰ baji ꒱

“daddy?” your daughter asks, nestled between his legs while your husband brushes through her hair, soft curses leaving his lips when he gets the brush stuck in her hair.

“where do babies come from?” she questions, leaning her face up to narrowing her eyes at baji, he shrugs his shoulders “usually i start with getting between your mommy’s legs—” baji stops when you kick his back from the couch “keisuke! seriously?” you shout, anger flickering in your eyes.

“what? she wants to know!” he laughs, gathering your daughter's hair and happy with her long black strands combed perfectly on her back “she’s also five!” you huff, gripping the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

baji rolls his eyes scooping your daughter up and laying her in his lap, he smiles leaning down and rubbing his nose against her warm cheeks “why you wanna know so bad?” he whispers, she bites at her inner cheek—thinking really hard, “i want another sister—or brother!” she explains happily, flashing her canines with her self indulgent answer.

“is that right? well for that to happen you gotta give me and mommy alone time and not playin’ princess tea party every night till your bedtime” baji snickers, glancing up at you and reaching his hand out to rub at your knee.

“what do you say mommy? think we should do that right now—since whatever the princess wants, gets” baji’s voice grows deep and you can’t help but drop your eyes in a haze.

your daughter crawls out of his lap, climbing up on the couch and gripping your cheeks within her tiny hands “i’ll give you and daddy all the time you need” she whispers and baji stands to his feet, leaning over to press a kiss to your daughters head before bending over to your ear “even though no matter all the alone time i get with you will never be enough” baji breathes in your ear his husky voice coloring the shell.

your daughter sighs snuggling deeper in your chest as baji leans back up sending a wink to you before walking towards your bedroom and you’re already jumping to your feet and rushing your daughter to her bed.

꒰ izana ꒱

izana sits on the couch with his son and daughter on either side of his hip, they all mindlessly watch a color television show in a tranquil silence.

noises of food crackle and pop while you make dinner for them, izana leaning up to watch your curves move in sync before feeling his daughter tug at his arm, “daddy where do babies come from?” she questions, bright eyes glaring at him—izana bites his lip at the question, his son joining in the conversation “yeah daddy tell us!”

izana stutters and trips over his words, “they come from my tummy” you walk over handing them both plates of food and nodding your head towards the dinner table. both children's attention quickly pulled to food, running over to the table and already starting to stuff their faces.

you lay over on izana’s lap, his hands gripping at your thighs “is that where children come from?” he jokes, laying his head on your shoulder, “you should know where they come from, always saying you’re gonna give them to me” you whisper before pulling from his lap and walking over to the table.

izana cheeks grow warm, still sitting on the couch in a daze as he watches his family waiting for him to join them, trying to hold back tears from escaping his eyes at true happiness laid out right in front of him.

꒰ ran ꒱

“i love you” ran huffs in your neck, holding you closer in his arms, lips curling into a smile when he feels a tiny finger poking his ribs “what about me?” his daughter whines.

ran flips over in the bed, wrapping his arms around her in a vice grip “you know i love you too angel” he places a kiss on her cheek “i love you so much” he peppers her face with more kisses, soft giggles escaping her pouting lips.

“daddy, where do babies come from?” she questions and you bust out laughing when ran freezes, “babies?” like actual babies?” he hikes his eyebrow, sitting up in the bed and fully facing her.

“yes, mommy said to ask you” she looks up at ran, long blonde strands covering her eyes, blowing small huffs of hair out of her face, “why would your mommy ask that?” he questions, pulling the hair from her face.

“because she said she has a baby in her tummy and i wanna know how!” your daughter squeals, gripping at him when he whips his head around to look at you.

“a-are you pregnant?” he shakily asks, tears rimming his violet eyes, you smile back “i am.” ran tackles you into the bed, holding you tighter while tears flood his vision.

your daughter curiously topples over ran, climbing on his back and nestling her face on his cheek “why are you crying daddy?” she demands, pawing at the wetness running down his cheeks, “because i’m so happy” he chokes out, and your daughter long forgets where babies come from and the reason behind why her tough, terrifying dad is sobbing like an actual baby.

꒰ rindou ꒱

“i hear it” rindou shivers under the covers, gripping harder to your nightshirt, “hear what?” you question, scrolling mindlessly through your phone.

“that thing that lives with us—rent free i might add” rindou wraps his arms around you in a fake fear grip, nestling his cheek in the crevice of your neck. you look up from your phone to listen closely to the soft noises of feet padding towards your bedroom door.

“do you mean our child?” you deadpan, the footsteps cease right at your door, rindou huffs in your skin “oh god here it comes” he whispers.

your child barges through the door, soft strands of hair bounce with the rhythm of the stance “daddy, where do babies come from?” your son exclaims, crawling on the bed and making his way between your bodies.

he kicks rindou in the chest creating a spot beside his father, squinting his violet eyes in his direction “i don’t know, ask your mama” rindou laughs, pulling away from you to cradle his child.

the little boy snuggles into rindou’s chest, chubby fingers gripping at his toned chest as he tilts his head towards his father “but i want you to tell me” he pouts and rindou can’t—just can’t ignore that cute little face looking up at him, the innocent doe eyes mirror his, wondering in amazement.

rindou scoffs at how warm his heart is, chest radiating heat and crawling to the tips of his ears. “uh—w-when i love your mommy so much, so much she can’t stand it, a baby will pop right in her tummy” rindou mumbles, cheeks burning red when you giggle beside him.

your son laughs before wiggling out of rindou’s grasps and jumping off the bed, he spins around pointing both fingers in you and rindou directions “i’m leavin’ so you both can love each other and give me a brother!” he yells before running out the door.

rindou turns to you, bringing his hand behind your head and pulling you into a deep kiss “you heard the kid” he mumbles through the kiss, his other hand toying with your shirt.

HELLO? AKKUN FANS? GOOD EVENING OMG

YEAH MHM HES MY BABY.

this is an incredible moment in history for real

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