Thinking About...throwing A Halloween Party With Shinichiro... He Invites Old Gang Members And Even His

Thinking about...throwing a Halloween party with Shinichiro... He invites old gang members and even his siblings and their friends...

Couple's costumes with Shinichiro

JSKDKKAJDJ i love him so muchhhh aaaAAAAJFKDN this is so comforting idk how to explain😭😭😭😭😭

[ 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 ] — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

another college au! (kind of) but it’s more ‘boy next door’ tbh

sano manjiro is the cute little boy next door, brother of the equally as cute, but much closer to your age, sano shinichiro.

and shinichiro’s perfect. he’s sweet, and kind, and oh so handsome. he spends his saturday afternoons in front of his house working on his bike—and if you’re lucky, you’ll catch him take his shirt off when it gets too hot. and most importantly, he offers you a charming, yet somehow sweet and shy, apologetic smile each time his little brother comes to bug you for snacks as you come home with your weekly groceries.

“y/n, y/n!” the small blonde child runs up to you as fast as his little legs can carry him. grinning, you wave at him as he stops in front of you, eyes hopeful as he stares up at yours.

“hiya, mike,” you chuckle, reaching over to ruffle his hair.

“did you bring any snacks?” shaking your head in amusement, you reach into your bag, pulling out a few things you’d picked up for your younger neighbors—ones you’ve all but adopted as your own at this point.

“you better share with your siblings. emma says last time you had everything on your own,” you raise a brow, staring at him knowingly as he shuffles on his feet, not meeting your gaze.

“that’s not true,” he pouts. “i gave her some,” he claims. he shrivels at the soft glare you give him.

“by some, i hope you don’t mean crumbs,” you reach over and pinch his nose, watching with a smile as he scrunches it up. your younger neighbors have each taken a liking to you—izana often joining you for evening walks, emma finding interest in helping you tend to the small garden in your backyard, but mikey—it seems mikey’s the most attached to you. it’s not often you leave your front door without seeing his cheery face in the distance, waving at you excitedly.

in an instant, he’s latched onto your hand with his own, following you to your front door. “guess what i did today at school? there were these huge kids blocking my way, and i—”

“mikey, get back over here and quit bugging y/n!” mikey cringes at the harsh sound of his oldest brother’s voice, gripping your hand tighter as he shuffles to hide behind your legs.

“don’t let him take me, y/n!” he whines, fisting your shirt. watching as your tall—and very attractive neighbor marches up to you, you try to ignore the rapid beating of your heart in your chest, quickly straightening your back and fixing your posture.

“mikey, how many times have i told you not to—”

“but y/n loves me! tell him, y/n,” the young child pokes your side. “tell him you love me. i’m y/n’s favorite,” he huffs.

“you’re y/n’s nightmare is what you are,” shinichiro grumbles, glaring down at the boy.

“well, y/n likes me more than they like you,” mikey snickers, pointing to himself in pride. “i’m not afraid to actually talk to y/n.” you watch as shinichiro offers his brother a warning glance, only to morph his face into an expression of horror at the young boy’s next words. “that’s why you’ll never land a date, you know.”

the color drains from shinichiro’s face.

“mikey, you little—” the eldest of your neighbors stops when he hears a soft chuckle erupt from your lips, glancing at you with an embarrassed face as blush rises to the tips of his ears. “he…he’s just a little trouble maker,” he chuckles nervously at you. “don’t pay any mind to things he says—”

“you know,” you say thoughtfully, cutting shinichiro off. “he makes a pretty solid argument. you don’t ever talk to me,” you tease.

“oh…uh….” he trails off, unsure of what to say. “well, that’s because…well, you know? you’re busy, and i’m busy…and we’re just…busy. yeah,” he rambles quietly. you hear a quiet snort come from behind you, and shinichiro casts a harsh glare at the small peek of blonde hair that pops out from the side of your figure.

“are you always this busy? cause then that date mikey mentioned might just have to be up for grabs for other people.” you’ve had a crush on sano shinichiro since grade school, and now, even as you see him around on campus, the golden boy and dreamboat that seems so out of reach, you can’t seem to shake the grip he has on your heart.

but maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to.

“i think i can squeeze in some time for you,” he mumbles quietly, and your faces are suddenly a lot closer to each other than they were a few moments ago. his nose just barely brushes against yours.

“really? don’t wanna keep a busy guy like you occupied,” you tease, and he chuckles quietly, the sound soft and smooth—you want to hear it ring in your ears every day.

“i think i’ll be fine,” he hums. and just as your faces lean in a little closer—

“y/n,” mikey whines. “this is gross, i wanna tell you the story i was talking about,” he tugs on your shirt, making you pull back from shinichiro’s face abruptly. you watch as the latter groans, giving his little brother the dirtiest look he can muster as you sigh, turning to mikey.

“yes, i’m sorry, mike. go ahead, tell me all about it,” you ruffle his hair.

and even if your moment’s been interrupted, shinichiro doesn’t think he minds all that much as he watches you babble along with his little brother, a soft smile on his face as you reach over and pinch the small boy’s cheek. he can certainly get used to this.

i love them, love them all

i want them to raise me, and take care of me, and nourish me, and hold me, and and and and

[ 23:37 ]

It was supposed to be the summer season of the country, but the rain pouring down drastically outside the motor shop contrasted it so. Cups of tea and snacks were scattered around the small dining table while three sets of eyes regarded Takeomi with a stare he was very much familiar and insulted with.

Ignoring them to the best of his abilities, Takeomi proceeded to smoke his sworn last cigarette for the night, slowly releasing the drag to his side, near his dark-haired leader who was also finishing his own one.

“Seems like the rain isn’t letting up anytime soon,” Shinichiro announced. Takeomi had already caught up earlier with what his lanky friend was deliberately trying to do: he was waiting for him to be irked by his usual implication whenever a storm was occurring as though he was the one to be blamed.

On the other side of the table, Wakasa sighed deeply against the rim of his cup. One arm lazing behind the back of his chair as he sips on his tea, though his purple eyes also held a glint which Takeomi deduced was the same mockery.

“I wonder why that is.” Benkei swiftly tested the waters with crossed arms. He and Shinichiro shared a look after that, making the weaker man wheeze out since he forgot to exhale what he just puffed in because of their ridiculously amusing insinuation.

However, Takeomi was already known for not being patient nor kind at all. He’s named as the God of War, and the three men around him, along with their lighthearted insults had frustratingly gotten under his skin. “Oh right, because I’m the Rain Bringer. There. You fucking happy?”

Wakasa’s hand paused midway of reaching for his cup, Shinichiro altogether stopped choking while Benkei uncrossed his arms as if blown away by his angry declaration. Yet all of them have similar blank looks on their faces which irritated him all the more. “Now what?”

“You’re such a killjoy,” Wakasa murmured. Before he could react to the laidback rascal, Shinichiro patted his shoulder as if consoling him.

“Mr. Rain Bringer,” he started. “Or should I start calling you now Mr. Killjoy?”

Both Shinichiro and Benkei guffawed at his newfound title, even Wakasa, who rarely does, chuckled underneath his breath. He suddenly has the urge to punch these bastards until they couldn’t see straight for the next few days for making fun of him once more, but seeing them have the time of their lives despite the raging storm outside, he guessed it wasn’t so horrible to be the reason for teasing once again.

don’t mind the errors haha. i sorta hc that the other three always tease takeomi whenever they can. call him mr. killjoy now lmaoooo. anyway, i love the bd founders so much <3 hehe

taglist. @sugokawata, @ranspuppyboy, @baji-san and @manjiroarchiviste.

[ 𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟔 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍)

it’s your first fight, and draken isn’t quite sure how he’s meant to patch things up with you. he’s used to brawls that turn into playful wrestling, the screaming and yelling turning into laughter while he rolls around on the floor.

but you’re different, and more importantly, you’re his first real relationship—he’s already navigating through things with you as is, and this being thrown at him doesn’t help. you know draken cares, he cares through tiny grins as he sits through your rambles, he cares through a gentle tap to your nose when you’re messing around with him, he cares through small things you need throughout the day waiting for you to be found, and unbeknownst to you, he cares through looming in the shadows, watching and ensuring your safety. even when you don’t want that from him.

it’s quiet tonight, a little too quiet than what you’re used to, and the slight chilliness in the air only makes you trudge along faster, hoping to reach the comforts of your home soon. you’re just on the brink of reaching the end of the block when a rough hand grips your wrist tightly, harshly pulling you back.

“wha—”

“scream, and you get stabbed,” a gravelly voice snarls into your ear, and your body goes rigid. “come along nicely, and we shouldn’t have any issues—unless your boyfriend is a no show.” you can practically hear the way your captor’s lips are curled into a sinister smile, and your heart is erratic as you shudder with fear.

and almost instantly, the grip releases, and your shoved—though gently—out of the way as you hear thuds and grunting from behind you. you turn around, and the man is already unconscious on the floor, face bloodied and swollen while your boyfriend shakes his hand, staring at you in concern.

he’s by your side immediately, hand cupping your cheek as he inspects you over.

“y/n? are you okay? did he touch you—”

“i’m going home,” you huff, cutting him off as you quickly turn away to march off towards your apartment. draken instantly falls into step beside you, scowl on his face as he rolls his eyes.

“you almost just got kidnapped, do you really wanna keep fighting right now?”

“well, i’m fine now. thank you and goodnight,” you say firmly. the groan of frustration that leaves him satisfies you a little bit. suits him right, you think. and suddenly, draken is in front of you, hands on your shoulder as he stops you from walking any further.

“i’m serious,” he frowns. “what would you have done if i wasn’t there?”

“well, why were you there? you were following me,” you accuse sourly.

“i had to make sure you got home safe,” he mutters, eyes staring down at his feet. and he’s not sure what to say, how to approach last night’s argument, but he’s trying. in his own little unconventional way, he’s trying. “you uh…you look nice,” he adds.

“i’m wearing a school uniform,” you raise a brow. he shrugs before he notices the way you shiver, rolling his eyes and tugging his jacket off, handing it to you.

“you always look nice,” he says simply. “and you never bring a jacket either,” he sighs. despite still being angry, you gingerly take the jacket, its warmth and his scent cocooning you—and it feels safe, like it’s home, like it’s where you belong.

“ken,” you sigh.

“kenny,” he corrects, looking off to the side.

“you always tell me to stop calling you that,” you narrow your eyes. and this time, he meets your gaze, his expression earnest and sincere as he mumbles his next words.

“yeah, well…i say a lot of things i don’t always mean.” it’s not an apology, but it’s his way of admitting he isn’t always right like he claims—and you can’t help but find it endearing. sighing, you contemplate for a moment before ultimately giving in, reaching forward and cupping his cheek. draken leans into your palm instantly.

“you fighting off a dickhead for me doesn’t change yesterday,” you mutter.

“i know,” he murmurs, turning and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. with a tiny smile, you rub your thumb over his cheek, stepping forward until your chests collide, his arms instantly wrapping themselves around your waist. “i’ll try to be better,” he promises. and you know you can’t stay mad at draken, he’s woven himself into your lifestyle, and there’s nothing you can do to unthread yourself from him—and you don’t think you ever want to.

“i know, kenny,” you whisper, making him flash you a small grin. “come on, it’s cold out,” you tug him along towards your home, and he follows with no arguments. “but don’t think this is over though, we still have to talk about it,” you add sternly.

and even though he groans, his arm wraps tightly around you, bringing you snug against his side as he walks in synch with you, mentally preparing himself for a long talk he’ll begrudgingly partake in if it’s for you.

19:05

A/N: still deep in that Shinichiro brainrot. Also, flustering/teasing him? Yes

Shinichiro had been trying to hold your hand for a while now, but there was always something keeping him from doing it.

The first time, you had suddenly lifted the very same hand he was trying to hold to point to some shop you wanted to check out. Then, you'd run into some acquaintances, classmates, probably, he didn't care. All he cared about was how they were stalling your attention. Finally, just as he was about to hold your hand... he felt too nervous, too scared of what you might say.

"Shinichiro? Are you okay?"

He could feel his heart melt at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

"No, yeah. Everything's fine," he said with a small smile.

"You know... You can just hold my hand if you want to, we're dating after all"

So you noticed.

You chuckled at his expression. He had made a fool of himself once again.

Even after giving him the okay, he still didn't do anything. You rolled your eyes and held his hand, pulling him closer to you and planting a kiss on his lips, leaving him flustered.

"See? No big deal," you said with a smile, "let's go grab something to eat now, I'm hungry"

He followed you, his hand still in yours, looking at you like you were the most beautiful star he had ever laid eyes on.

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