Hey, Could You Write A Kisaki Tetta X Chubby Reader Story Where The Reader Gets Bullied A Lot By Her

Hey, could you write a Kisaki tetta x chubby reader story where the reader gets bullied a lot by her classmates and she tries to hide it frpm him and pretends everything is fine? If you don't want to write for Kisaki, Hanma is okay too.

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Hey, Could You Write A Kisaki Tetta X Chubby Reader Story Where The Reader Gets Bullied A Lot By Her

༊·˚ HANMA SHUJI X CHUBBY READER

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings bullying, ooc hanma, suggestive themes, brief description of injuries, hints of body insecurities, characters are both 18+.

hanma confronts you about a bruise.

hanma is no stranger to the odd looks given to him by the elders and children alike and currently students. whispering as they've seen him leaning on his bike, a cigarette on his mouth while waiting for his chubby girlfriend to finish her school works.

he wasn't really supposed to take you home or maybe to some place to hangout knowing how studious you are. kisaki have no plans today and there's no gang fight for him to join and it wouldn't hurt to see you in your school uniform. flicking his cigarette he hears the ringing of bell. signalling the end of classes for that days and it was minutes before students rushing to get home flooding the school gates.

who the hell is this guy? he can almost hear the thoughts of the students after seeing him in his bike parked outside school gates. he's used to the stares and them being cautious to a guy like him. he was not dressed for this kind of institution and definitely not a student. with his tattoos in big bold letters in the back of his hand and the color of his hair and the way it was styled added by his simple henley white shirt and the earring dangling in his ear. shuji hanma is not good news.

he was about to put his cigarette in his mouth when he spotted the plush figure of his girlfriend walking among the crown. he didn't tell you that he's picking you up today. discarding the half-finished cigarette, it wasn't a habit of shuji to throw a cigarette that he still can smoke but he did promise you he won't be smoking when he's near you or you just tolerate him when he really needed a smoke.

“sweets.” he calls you and you almost stumbled from being startled. “shuji.” you greeted him and he didn't missed the way your adorable face lights upon seeing him and he's the same. his mood turning into something of a joy upon seeing you and he was right. it was worth the wait. his sight raking to the expanse of your body. wearing your school uniform showing your thighs covered with thigh high socks that is tight to your thick thighs. he can see the flesh bulging and the way your uniform hugs you. he's about to take a peek above your socks when he notices it.

a bruise in the back of your wrist. the sleeve of your uniform wasn't covering it and you immediately rolled your sleeve down when you notice him staring at it.

“how long?” he questions you and you flinch when he uses that voice on you. a sour expression in his face and you didn't see hanma being this disturbed in the duration of your relationship. “it's nothing. i just knocked some books and it bruised.” you answered him but you didn't dare to meet his gaze.

“don't lie to me, sweets. how long and i want names?” he further pressed the topic and you got irritated at it. stomping you adjust your bag. “you know, i'm going home and i'm walking.” you didn't give him the time to respond before you're running more like walking faster. hanma chuckles at your behavior. finding your stomping cute and you look like penguin waddling and that's a nice way to avoid a question.

he gets back to his bike and started the engine before revving it up to follow you. “come on, sweets.” he calls you. slowing his bike to catch up to you. “i just want the names.” you turned around to meet him. “i'm not doing it. i know you, shuji.” hanma laughs at you as you continued to walk then you leave him no choice when you're this stubborn to him.

he places the stand of his motorcycle before going after you. he easily hoists you up until your legs are dangling. you squirmed against him. it was embarrassing to be carried like this and you applauded your boyfriend's strength mentally. carrying you like you weigh nothing. he ignores your pleas and struggles to him until he forces you to sit in the back of his bike. he didn't even gave you the chance to complain when he already fastened the straps of your helmet and your bag is dangling in the handle of his bike. She doesn't gave you any room to speak for yourself before starting the engine of his bike and taking you somewhere you didn't know.

a child's playground is where he took you. it was deserted at this time of the day and you were kind of glad for it but at the same time bummed that you're alone with your boyfriend and he's about to grill you about where your bruise came from.

“i told you, it was an accident.” shuji hums. not convinced at your reason. “i beat people and they hit me, i know an accident when I see one, bunny.” his golden eyes gleaming as he looks at you. smirking when he sees you defeated. “fine.” you gave up at him and there you go spilling the details of what happened to you. “i'm used to it, shuji.” your voice solemn and you look like you were in the verge of crying and hanma isn't used to this side of you.

“being used to it does not mean you tolerate shit, bunny. i taught you to stand for yourself, bunny.”

“i don't want to get in trouble and my parents would be mad.”

hanma laughs that he's almost clutching at his stomach. “hah! laugh to your heart's content, idiot.” you pouted at him. “you know, you're a badass trapped being a goody two shoes. mommy and daddy's perfect child.” he mocks you and you bit the inside of your cheek. this was normal to you since you dated hanma. a gangster and good for nothing your parents would call him but he doesn't care and it doesn't hinder him from dating you.

“not sorry, sweets. come let's get the ice cream you really loved and i'll take you home.” he said before stealing a kiss from you. “you just wanted to get my parents pissed.” you commented and hanma chuckles. “damn right, i do.” he says and you're hugging him from behind. your face pressed in his back and then he gets you the ice cream in the convenience store.

after dropping you, hanma cracks his knuckles. he got some business to tend too.

it was like a scene from a movie. a weird one. how one your bullies came apologizing to you with a busted lip and black eye and the girls are repeatedly apologizing to you and promised you that they won't bother you again and you know who's in the middle of this.

“shuji. i told you it's none of your business.” are the first words that came running in your mouth when you spotted him waiting for you outside the school gates. “doesn't matter. already taken care of and maybe i should do it often. i like seeing you mad.” you sigh at him. you did really fall for this man and it's deep.

he pulls you closer. his lanky arms wrapped around your plush waist. squeezing your round stomach. “you know what, i need something from you.”

“what is it?”

“need you to see you in your uniform in private.”

you punched his chest and you look at him. grinning that you want to wipe that grin off from his face.

“i know you want it too, bunny. besides i have been dying to get my head crushed by your thighs.”