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Setting down his teacup with a sigh, Karamatsu's gaze didn't wander from the perfect view of the gardens just behind the large windows.

It had been a few days since he had gone on that magical horse ride through the forest with you, and ever since you had arrived back at your palace, it seemed as if you had been avoiding him. Which he found to be most unfortunate, as he had found the conversation the both of you had then was heartfelt and honest, and he even thought that it had brought you two ever so slightly closer together.

Alas, he was wrong. The words you had exchanged with him had only weakened your bond and any chances at becoming closer, it seems. Now, whenever you spotted him around the palace halls, you would swiftly turn the other way and scurry off before he could get the chance to speak. He would be left in the dust of your footsteps, a hand outstretched towards your silhouette and a frown on his lips.

Karamatsu wasn't sure what to do.

His words were true; he wanted to get to know you, bit by bit. He wanted you to give him a chance, despite his reputation as a stupid and unwise prince. Despite all his flaws and imperfections, he wanted you to take his hand and walk alongside him, if not as lovers then at the very least as friends.

Clearly, however, you didn't have the same thoughts in mind.

He sighed again, much heavier this time, his sorrow almost visible in the air around him. Karamatsu had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation before — he had never even lasted this long inside someone else's kingdom! He usually would have been kicked out, literally, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak. Although you didn't give him the kindest of welcomes, you had at least allowed him to stay. He thought that to be very kind of you.

Resting his palm against his cheek, he cast his sullen gaze to the sky. No matter what he did, his mind would always fall back to you. He would like to think it was love, but he wasn't that stupid of a prince to truly believe that.

"Prince Karamatsu?" He startled at the call of his name, sitting up straight and turning to look over his shoulder to find your mother, Queen Koume, walking steadily towards him with a kind smile. He stood up from his seat, bowing low as his signature smirk worked its way into his face.

"Queen Koume! It is truly a blessing to be in your presence."

"Likewise," she chuckled, tapping his shoulder and gesturing for him to rise, "But I think formalities can be dropped for a short while, don't you agree?"

"If that is what you wish," he flicked his sparkling cape around him, the material elegantly twirling around him before settling along his back.

"I hope you have been enjoying your stay in our kingdom," she started, moving to take a seat opposite from Karamatsu's.

"Of course! I expected nothing less from the Aoki Kingdom — full of beauty as far as the eye can see!"

Queen Koume chuckled again, silently liking the flowery words that always seemed to flow seamlessly out of the young prince's mouth. He had quite a talent for it.

"And my daughter has been treating you well?"

"Indeed! She truly is a kind and soft soul, to treat me as gently as the flowers that bloom in her wake—!"

"Then why is she not with you?"

Karamatsu stilled, eyes wide and smile stiff. He glanced over to the Queen, and upon seeing her raised brow and the suspicious squint in her eyes, he deflated, sitting himself back down and tracing a finger around the rim of his teacup.

"How long has she been avoiding you?"

"...Almost three days, now..."

She sighed, her eyes falling to her folded hands in her lap. A few moments of silence go by, and she interrupts it with her soft voice.

"I would like to apologise for my daughter. She has always found it difficult to bond with those from outside our kingdom."

"No, no, I understand her completely." Karamatsu shook his head, a small smile on his lips that didn't quite meet his eyes. "I am a prince from the kingdom of Akatsuka. We are known for our unwillingness to become kings and our poor knowledge on royal duties. I'm not surprised that she wouldn't want anything to do with me... It is something that I have become used to."

"But it is not something you deserve."

He paused, slowly raising his eyes to meet hers.

"Appearances are a struggle for royals to upkeep, because it is the only thing that others are willing to look at. When I look at you, Karamatsu, I don't look at the failure of a prince. I look at the heart you wear on your sleeve."

Karamatsu's cheeks tinged a light pink, her knowing smile making it hard to look away.

"When others look at my daughter, they see a cold and silent girl, with her head full of pride and her eyes full of malice. But when you look at her, tell me, what do you see?"

"...What do I see...?"

He saw a beautiful girl with a heart that was closed off to the world in fear of getting hurt. He saw a girl who spoke her mind without the fear of the opinions of others. He saw a girl with a strong and matured mind with a young, caring heart, a weakness that she didn't want to expose. Because if it ever was, her world would crumble around her.

Queen Koume stood up, walking around the small table to reach Karamatsu, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her with wide eyes, akin to a child. Her fondness for him grew.

"Talk to her. She will try to run, but don't let her out of your reach."

With those words, she left him to his thoughts, disappearing around the corner. Karamatsu's mind was onto telling him one thing.

'I need to see her.'

He bolted from his seat, running down the hallways in an aimless attempt to find you. As he passed by the entrance to the gardens, he skidded to a halt, rushing over to one of the gardeners who was busy pruning a bush of purple and blue flowers.

"Excuse me!" He called, standing over them. "If you would be so kind, I need some assistance with a gift." He gestured to the flowers around him, his thick brows furrowed into a pleading frown. The gardener stared up at him in shock before relaxing into a grin.

"Of course! I have the perfect gift."

He clipped a hefty bunch of the flowers in front of him, grabbing a ribbon from his pocket and tying it around the stems into a neat bow.

"Hydrangeas. For anything that is sincerely heartfelt." He winked, handing them over to the prince.

"Wonderful! Thank you!" Karamatsu turned on his heel to run off, only to then back around with a sheepish grin. "Do you know where I can find the Princess?"

"She usually hides herself away in the library. But you didn't hear that from me!"

"Thank you!" He called again over his shoulder as he dashed off, coloured petals drifting around him as the wind carried them away. A woman peeked around one of the hedges, grinning down at the gardener.

"Playing Cupid, are we?" She chuckled.

"That's all on him," he shrugged. The both of them watched a blue blur run off into the distance, mentally sending him the best of luck before returning to their tasks.

Karamatsu ran as fast as his legs could carry him, barely making it down the right corridors until he came to a stumbling halt in front of a large set of double doors, the wood engraved with ivory stems curling around bookshelves. This was the place.

He took a moment to catch his breath, brushing his hair back into place with his hand and gathering the courage before opening the doors with a firm push, pausing as they revealed a vast library filled to the brim with books and rolled parchment.

He glanced around as he walked in, scanning every empty table and chair until he came across a set of stairs spiralling upwards, swallowing thickly as he ascended, one slow step at a time.

His heart was thundering in his chest as he reached the top, almost fit to burst as he finally saw your figure hunched over a pile of books that were opened up and spread along the floor, your studious gaze stuck the words on the pages of text until the sound of his footsteps made you look up in surprise.

Your eyes met his, wide and unsuspecting. Karamatsu's heart sped up, skipping a beat as he saw your skin becoming flushed in shock, his own cheeks matching the reddening tint that was spreading across your face.

Neither of you could speak, finding yourselves speechless. You always had something to say, but now, sitting there and peering up at the man you had been attempting to push away for days now, you found that your throat had run dry, and your lips slightly parted, searching for words that couldn't escape you.

You watched as he took careful steps forward, kneeling down in front of you on one knee to reach your eye level, his brown eyes never once leaving yours.

In his arms, he carried clusters of hydrangeas, swirling colours of blue and purple, and your heart jumped. It startled you; it was if it had leapt up your throat.

He held them out to you, a determined glint in his eyes.

"Princess [Y/N]."

His words were firm but gentle, enough to get you to stay, and enough to tell you that there was nothing stopping you from leaving. Even so, you found yourself unable to move.

"These flowers are for you. I hope these will suffice as a gift, in exchange for a chance to speak with you."

IYAMI ONDO ED ENGLISH TRANSLATION!!!!!!!!!

Versión español aquí!

Iyami is so bitter in this song. He just wants someone to love him ;_; Is anyone willing to give him that love?

I happened to look at the puyasubs spanish release of this episode and I discovered…that the spanish version of Episode 5’s release had the Iyami Ondo ED SUBBED!!!! So I translated it to English. But’s not all I did, I did a lot of retiming with the lyrics to match the japanese lines, typesetting, and a lot of additional edits to make the translation more accurate with my almost non existant japanese skills. Translation notes below. 

Boring Translation notes to read if you’re interested!

Changed “Me quedo en la habitación masturbándome.” –> The loud “rolling sound” in the room is, Faaapity, fap (El ruidoso “sonido de rodadura” en la habitación es, Paaaja, paja)

This was a little tricky.

According to this blogpost:https://atsushiyoshidausa(dot)wordpress(dot)com/2013/09/22/acting-goro-goro-joy-of-learning-japanese-2/

Gorogoro (ごろごろ) is an onomatopoeic word that can have multiple meanings. It’s most obvious meaning should be a sound a rolling object makes since Osomatsu and Iyami make the rolling movements with their hands. If you want to imagine what rolling objects make a “Gorogoro sound”, think bowling ball, watermelon, boulder. etc.

THAT’S how loud their fappy sound is!!!!

2nd biggest change I made was change “Cuerpos esbeltos/No puedo parar de mirarlos.” –> Nonchalantly(Despreocupado.)/Look at their revealing bodies(Mira sus cuerpos reveladores). I found this was more accurate after looking at the japanese lines.

I ALWAYS LOVE YOUR FICS THEYRE SO GOOD. I don't know how your write so well. They make me feel giddy when I read them. 🤭

WHATT OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH AHSJAM ♥️♥️♥️♥️

I’m so happy you enjoy them omg this is so sweet of you thank you ♥️♥️♥️

✧ Matsuno - School Grounds

𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘟 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing your temple with your fingers. It did nothing to stop the yelling coming from just outside the classroom window, however.

They were at it again. Those six idiots that you had scolded countless times had once again abandoned all your rules and were now causing a ruckus on school grounds. This was already the fourth time this week, and it was only Wednesday. Your hips were still aching from last time.

Readjusting your school tie and straightening your blazer, you took a deep breath before leaving the room and heading out past the school entrance, hands resting angrily on your hips.

"What the hell are you doing, you shitty delinquents?!" You hissed through clenched teeth. Six boys with the same face stopped mid-argument, whipping their heads to face you. Almost immediately, identical smirks crossed over their mouths as they eyed you up and down.

"Well, if it isn't [Y/N]. Did we disturb your precious studies?" Osomatsu drawled cheekily, taking slow steps towards you. You frowned up at him as he leaned over your smaller form.

"I barely even got to start before you started fighting again!" You glared hotly towards the others. "You're still on school grounds! Don't you at least have any decency to take your pointless arguments home? You're ruining the-!"

"-Ruining the schools reputation, yeah, yeah," Todomatsu stepped up next, a sly look in his large eyes as he peered down at his phone. "Y'know, you talk a lot for someone who can get just as loud as we can." He flashed a quick picture towards you, causing your eyes to widen and cheeks to flare.

You did your best to ignore the burning of your cheeks at his teasing comment, opening your mouth to speak before feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"Don't we still have a deal, Prez?" Ichimatsu muttered into your ear, chuckling darkly as he felt a shiver run through your body. "These bruises here are still fresh, you know. It's like you just want us to keep bending you over..." you grit your teeth as he swiped his tongue over the small hickeys littered across the back of your neck.

"S-Stop it..! The only reason I agreed is because you all promised you'd tone it down!" You whined with a pout. A pair of fingers tucked themselves under your chin, raising them to look into a pair of eyes peeking over dark sunglasses.

"My rose, we really did try to keep to our promise, but we simply can't get enough of you," Karamatsu winked, rubbing his thumb gently over your lower lip. Your legs wobbled at the attention; you really wished you weren't so easily swayed.

Your hands that had clutched tightly onto the fabric of your skirt were each taken into the hands of Choromatsu and Jyushimatsu, who both brought the palms of your hands up to their mouths, pressing chaste kisses down to your wrists.

"Don't tell me you're going to back out now, [Y/N]?" Choromatsu pushed.

"I want to you hear you scream more for us," Jyushimatsu mumbled against your skin, locking his dark eyes onto your own.

You bit the inside of your cheek, attempting to avert your gaze. But no matter where you looked, you could see their satisfied grins, knowing already that they had won you over.

»»-----　♔　-----««

You could feel their hands all over you, rubbing and squeezing your most sensitive parts. Your hips and neck were surely covered in bruises and red markings, but at this point, you couldn't feel anything other than an insane amount of pleasure.

Karamatsu was beneath you, lifting your body up and down over his length, hitting deeper inside of you with each thrust. He revelled in the faces you made, watching each bounce of your breasts as he fondled with one in his free hand.

"You look stunning from this view, darling," he purred, your moan of response spurring him on.

From behind, Osomatsu was filling you up just as much. You could feel his grin against your skin as he bit down on the back of your neck, his hands playing with your ass with no shame.

"See? You totally wanted this, didn't you? You enjoy this just as much as we do, right?" He continued whining sweet words of filth into your ear, knowing full well that you couldn't form any kind of coherent sentence to reply.

Your hands were guided back and forth over Choromatsu's and Todomatsu's cock, pumping mindlessly from the base to the tip. They each wore drooling smiles on their faces, playing with the strands of your hair every now and then as they showered you in praises.

"You're taking us so well, [Y/N]! You're used to us by now, aren't you?" Todomatsu cooed, panting heavily as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

"You're so good, [Y/N]...!" Choromatsu babbled, leaning over to plant kisses over your hot cheeks.

You continued to moan over and over, the sensation running through Ichimatsu's and Jyushimatsu's hardened lengths that they prodded into your mouth, muffling your screams. You could barely wrap your tongue around their shafts, but they seemed completely satisfied with the feeling of your warm cavern around them.

"So warm... So nice..!" Jyushimatsu huffed, his ever present smile only growing larger at your overstimulated body.

"You can take more, can't you, kitten? You're gonna take turns with all of us, like a good girl," Ichimatsu laughed, his wolffish smile shaking of his sharpened teeth.

You had lost count of the amount of times you had climaxed, unsure of whether the wetness between your thighs belonged only to you or to one of the boys in the room. However, your brain was scrambled.

The only thing you knew was that everything felt so good. You were close to passing out from exhaustion, feeling wet tears trickle down your cheeks and neck, but you didn't want it stop.

"You wanna know what I think, Prez?" Osomatsu panted, pinching at one of your perked nipples.

"I think that tomorrow, whether we do anything or not, you're gonna come crawling right back to us."

If you could speak, you would repeat the word yes, over and over and over again.

[ 3. ]

You were left physically and emotionally drained by the time you had relayed your living nightmare to the three brothers. You had answered Laamcung's questions as accurately as you could, barely managing to avoid the urges to breakdown into tears every time the memories resurfaced to your mind.

The man had thanked you kindly for your cooperation, taking your hand gingerly into his larger one and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles with a smile as a grateful gesture before stepping away. His brothers rolled their eyes at his antics, but refrained from saying anything else to him, nor to you.

They parted with the promise of a warm meal arriving soon, and with Zicung coming in every now and then to check up on your injuries. You would be lying if you said you weren't afraid of being alone in a room with the silent and intimidating man, however you held your tongue. The last thing you wanted was to get on the bad side of this unknown trio.

You couldn't bring yourself to trust that they wouldn't inflict further harm onto you. Not when you were so vulnerable, and weak, and terrified.

Meanwhile, the three brothers stood in the other room, glancing towards each other warily as the door closed shut.

"..that son of a bitch.." Ichimatsu snarled under his breath, glaring hotly at the wall.

"It's obvious that it was all just a scheme to kill us off back at that building," Karamatsu mused, "But why drag in the innocent?"

"'Cuz he's a psychopath, that's why." Choromatsu's hands curled into tight fists by his sides, the anger that Ichimatsu held now rubbing off onto him, too. "As if he gives two shits about who gets dragged into this mess."

"...I'll inform Osomatsu," Karamatsu sighed. "Maybe the both of you should cool off before going back into her room. You must understand that she is sensitive, and the last thing we want to do is frighten her further."

The two younger brothers flinched at Karamatsu's stern tone, his furrowed gaze letting them know that he was deadly serious. They briefly nodded towards him and watched as he left the room.

Choromatsu huffed, flexing his fingers from his tense grip. He really needed to let the stress out of his system. As he stood silently, he began to list off the many ways he could do so, ranging from throwing knives to shooting off his pistols, maybe even a sparring match with Jyushimatsu.

"I'm going. You take care of the food."

"I — what?!" Choromatsu spun on his heel, a bewildered frown playing on his pointed lips as his brother shuffled away with his hands in his pockets.

"You heard me. I've got stuff to do first, so you do it."

"Wha—? Why me?!"

"Why not?" Ichimatsu sent a warning glare over his shoulder, leaving no room for discussion as he left, abandoning Choromatsu. The lone man withheld the urge to scream at his brother, opting instead to rub a heavy hand down the length of his face with a muffled groan.

He muttered violently under his breath as he stomped down to the kitchen, a tray of freshly-made, steaming food already waiting for him when he entered. He couldn't help but give the cooks the stink eye, seeing as he wasn't in the best of moods. Maybe he would apologise later, if he remembered.

As he walked back to your temporary room, he forced his anger and annoyance to simmer down. Karamatsu was right; you were already scared enough as it was. If he walked in there with the attitude he had, he would probably push you to tears again.

...He paused outside your room, brows furrowing further as a dangerous thought crossed his mind.

His hands tightened their hold around the tray between his fingers, the grip becoming stronger the more he stood and thought about it, surges of confusion mingling with his annoyance.

You jolted in your seat when the door suddenly burst open without a knock. You eyed the man who had called himself Ceoicung as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him with the heel of his foot.

Despite the food in his hands making your stomach rumble in pain, the tense look on his face made you hesitant to do much of anything, other than follow his movements with your eyes as he sat in the chair beside you. The tray was placed onto your lap, the heat of the food seeping into your thighs.

He sat back in his seat, eyeing you expectantly. You felt small under his gaze, and you fidgeted slightly in your seat, the awkwardly silent air almost suffocating you as you tore your eyes away from him and down to your meal. It was a simple chicken stir-fry, a healthy mix of chicken and salad with plenty of lemon juice so that it wasn't too dry for your already sore throat. It smelt divine, and your mouth began to water just by looking.

You were still very much aware of the pair of eyes burning into your skin, and it made you all the more hesitant to eat anything. As if reading your mind, Ceoicung spoke up quite suddenly.

"The food's not poisoned or anything. Just eat it."

You jumped once again, whipping your head over to the man who's foot was bouncing rapidly against the tiled floor, his cheek resting against his palm with a bored look on his face.

Thinking you were very close to making him snap, you turned back to your food and, swallowing thickly, you picked up the knife and fork set out for you.

Well... you tried to pick them up.

Your left hand was immovable, with it being wrapped up in a cast, and your right hand was still trembling as you clutched the fork as tightly as you could, only for it to slip out of your grasp and fall against the tray with a loud clatter.

The silence in the room seemed to ring louder than the noise you had just made. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you sat stock still with your empty hand still hung in the air, your brain short circuiting as you were unsure of what to do.

After a moment of listening to the clock tick away on the wall, Ceoicung sighed heavily. You heard the chair scrape along the floor until you could see his knees push against your mattress, and you hesitantly looked over to him.

He took your tray and moved it closer to him, picking up the knife and fork and gathering a small portion of food to hold up to your mouth. You could only stare at him wide eyed, the behaviour catching you off guard.

The both of you continued to stare at each other like a pair of deer in headlights before he finally broke away, and you swore you could see a tinge of red dusting the tips of his ears.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realise you wouldn't be able to do anything like that, so I'm just trying to help you out."

"...O-Oh..!" You quickly shook your head, "No, it's not your fault! You didn't do anything wrong there... But, you don't have to do this. I think I'll be able to manage."

He gave you a flat look, raising his brow.

"Yeah. Sure."

He pushed the morsel of food towards you once more, staring you down all the while. You felt a little humiliated, having to be fed by some stranger because you were too weak to do it yourself, but there wasn't anything else you could do. The hunger in your stomach was telling you to just eat now and worry later.

You chose to stare down at Ceoicung's calloused fingers that held the metal utensils as you opened your mouth, taking the chicken and pieces of salad into your mouth. You chewed experimentally, your furrowed brows slowly rising in pleasant surprise at the wonderful flavours that began to overwhelm your taste buds.

You immediately took the next bite that Ceoicung brought up to you, chewing quickly as all thoughts of the food being poisoned were promptly thrown out the window. Ceoicung watched you with slight amusement, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as a spark of life was slowly brought back into those previously dull eyes of yours.

"Oi, slow down," he mumbled warningly, and you did as he said, taking the time to truly savour your food before swallowing.

Eventually, your plate became empty. A second glass of water was carefully pushed against your lips, and you gladly guzzled the drink, sighing softly as your mouth and throat no longer felt parched.

"Thank you." Your quiet voice cut through the empty air as Ceoicung moved the tray away from you and onto the bedside table to be picked up later. He rolled his eyes over to you, leaning back into his chair, arms crossing over his chest.

"It's nothing." His short answers didn't make it any easier for you to converse with him, leaving you to sit in an awkward silence, fiddling with the bedsheet beneath your fingers as you tried to think of something to say. Ceoicung was simply waiting for his younger brother to come in and check up on you so that he could leave this stiflingly atmosphere. He wasn't a babysitter — he had things to do.

Your eyes darted around the room timidly until they landed on the man sat beside you. You couldn't help but take the time to truly take in his appearance, remembering how you couldn't even look any of them in the eyes before.

Ceoicung's pale face was round and soft looking; a stark contrast to the narrowed and harsh look in his eyes. His lips were thin and pointed, the light pink skin looking delicate, although slightly chapped. Multiple earrings hung from his ears, two studs lining the tips and a single square shaped ring on his left ear. His brown hair, dark and short, was styled upwards with clear signs of fingers having run through them in messy trails, which suited him, you thought.

"What is it?"

The sudden sound of his voice made you jump, your face once more directed down at your lap in a quick attempt at covering up the flustered and embarrassed look on your face after being caught staring.

"N-Nothing..! Sorry..."

He raised a brow, unconvinced that you didn't need something from him, but he didn't press on any further. It was probably better if neither of you spoke, anyway. It was unnecessary.

Time seemed to stretch by slower and slower, and Ceoicung's irritation was increasing every time he looked at the door and saw that no one was behind it yet. Whatever his little brother was doing, he needed to hurry up and get it done with before he went berserk.

"Um..."

His head suddenly snapped towards you, the look on his face making you flinch. You started to regret speaking up at all, but now that you'd done it, you supposed there was no going back.

"I was just wondering... Where exactly.. am I?"

"You're in our house," came his short response, his eyes instantly turning back to the door, "specifically, in Zicung's operating room."

"Oh... is he a doctor?"

"Not exactly."

An uncertain feeling began to bubble in your stomach at that. If he wasn't a doctor, then what was he planning to do when he came to check up on you? Your face began to pale, your lips setting into a firm line as you hesitantly glanced at Ceoicung.

"What... What does he do, then?"

Ceoicung stared at you, a look passing his eyes that you couldn't identify, his mouth parting to form some kind of sentence, only to be abruptly pulled from his thoughts as the door suddenly creaked open. The both of you looked over to the doorway, seeing Zicung lazily shuffle into the room with his hands tucked into his pockets.

He passively dragged his gaze over the both of you before making his way over towards a large cabinet at the other end of the room. Behind its glass doors were shelved stacked with brown pill bottles and liquids that seemed to be medicine, but now you weren't so sure.

"It's about time you showed up," Ceoicung growled, standing up from his seat. He ran a hand through his hair briefly, finally settling his arms to cross over his chest, the tight material of his shirt sleeved t-shirt pulling taut against his biceps.

"I told you, I had stuff to do." Zicung replied, busy rifling through the cabinet before he seemed to find the bottle he was looking for and taking it out with a slight shake. He turned to you with the same tired and half-lidded eyes, coming closer until he stood right beside you. You felt yourself begin to sweat under his deadpan stare, unable to lift your eyes up from the bedsheets and only wanting to shrink into yourself until you disappeared.

"...Stop being a creep," Ceoicung sighed, nudging his brother. Zicung only rolled his eyes, snatching your empty glass and leaving the room to go and fill it back up.

"Zicung will be taking care of you, now," the man spoke to you with a nod. He began to leave the room, and you panicked.

"Wait!" The moment the word left your lips you felt mortified, staring wide eyed at the man who slowly turned back to you with a raised brow. "I-I mean... uh..."

"He's not gonna hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," You flinched at his words, confirming your thoughts out loud. "We may be Yakuza, but we aren't like this other scumbags out there. Just relax."

With that, he nonchalantly left the room, the idea of finally being able to get a break for a short while sounding very appealing.

Zicung reentered your room, his steps faltering for barely a second when he saw you. You were staring blankly at thin air, your skin looking paler than usual, as if you had seen a ghost.

"...These pain killers will ease the pain. You have to take them three times a day for your injuries." He proceeded to instruct, mistaking your utter shock for a sudden bout of pain. He cracked open the lid and shook out two pills onto his palm, holding them out to you along with the glass of water. When you didn't respond, he frowned, pushing closer.

"Hey," he snapped. You blinked, shakily taking a deep breath before taking the pills and glass, bringing them to your mouth. You hesitated as you pressed your palm to your mouth, then squeezed your eyes shut and popped them into your mouth, quickly washing them down.

Seemingly satisfied, Zicung glanced towards the clock on the wall, taking note of the time being close to midnight, and began making his way out of the room.

"Sleep for now. I'll wake you up in the morning so that you can take them again."

"...How long do I have to stay here?" Your voice was hushed, trembling. Zicung peered at you from over his shoulder for a moment before answering.

"With your injuries, probably a month or so."

"A month?!" You shook your head, eyes pleading to him. "No, I can't stay for a month! I need to go as soon as possible! My bakery— my business won't last if I don't get back soon!"

"Even if I let you out now, what could you possibly do when you open up your little shop again?" Zicung raised a brow. "You can barely move your arms, and I bet you wouldn't be able to stand up straight for a good few weeks."

"I-I know that, but please, isn't there something you can do? Anything!" You pressed, leaning forward on your bed as your eyes glistened with tears. Zicung turned away from you, hunching his shoulders higher towards his ears.

"No. I can't help you anymore than this, so stop asking."

The door shut violently, leaving you alone again. You slowly sat back against your pillows, the tears finally falling down your cheeks once more as you sat helplessly. You bit your lip, choking back your whimpers as you desperately begged yourself to stop crying.

Your mind began to concoct a series of downward spiralling thoughts. Your business failing, your bakery no longer being owned by you, your small and cosy flat above the shop being taken away, your whole life falling to pieces whilst you were stuck who-knows-where with a bunch of men you didn't know.

Not just any bunch of men, you reminded yourself with a shudder. Yakuza.

You were stuck with Yakuza.

Choromatsu - Attention Seeker

𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰!𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

These battles Choromatsu was engaging with you were becoming harder for him to keep up with.

He should have expected no less from you, though, being a super villain with more powers than he could keep track of. You appeared out of nowhere eight months ago, and had been targeting him ever since, managing to pull him away from his group of heroes to fight him one on one every time without fail.

You were teasing, sometimes borderline flirty with him as you fought, endlessly dodging his attacks and fleeing from his grasp. There was always a promise of him seeing you again, and you never failed to keep them.

What confused him the most, however, is how you never seemed to try to hurt him. He wasn't stupid; he could clearly see you purposely miss your target, and you had never actually killed anyone despite destroying buildings. In fact, the buildings you destroyed were either always empty, or they were scheduled for demolition.

You were an enigma. Choromatsu seemed to have himself wound around your finger, endlessly running in circles with you like a game of cat and mouse. It was infuriating, as well as intriguing — he was caught in the middle of these confusing feelings, and he wasn't entirely sure what to do.

But he didn't have time to think about that now. As he stood in a flattened battlefield, where there once stood tall office buildings and apartments, he heaved his heavy suit of armour to stand tall despite his knees being ready to buckle underneath him.

His helmet removed itself from his face as he painted heavily, narrowed eyes locked onto your form as you descended down from the air, gracefully landing before him with a large grin.

"You always give me a good fight, Law," you chuckled, the dulcet tone ringing through the air. The hero tensed at the sound, fists clenching tighter as he watched you creep closer.

"Not good enough, it seems," all he wanted was for this battle to be over and done with, where he stood victorious over your weakened form and he could finally go home. "Why are you always doing this?"

"Why..?" You tilted your head, feigning innocence as you pressed a delicate finger to your chin. "Now, let me think for a moment.."

Choromatsu growled your name out in warning, demanding you to speak. You laughed louder, relishing in the way his rasped voice reverberated through your body.

"I thought it was obvious!" You took another step closer, your hands folded behind your back as you pushed your chest further out, catching his eyes. "What other reason could I possibly have for wanting to go up against you in a battle other than for attention?"

The hero squinted, and you could practically see the cogs in his mind turning as his eyes slowly widened into a look of disbelief.

"Attention? From... me?" The nod of your head and cheeky smile made his cheeks tint a pretty pink, and he suddenly didn't seem so big and intimidating in that large metal suit of his. "B-But why? And why go through all this just to get m-my attention?"

"Well, if I've got the power to level buildings to the ground with the snap of my fingers, of course I'm going to use it to my advantage."

You were now stood in front of him, craning your neck up to see his face. With a flick of your wrist, you glided your body off the ground and raised yourself up to his height, meeting his timid gaze.

"Do I have to spell out why I want your eyes on me at all times?"

You were satisfied with his silent, flustered answer, the blush on his face creeping down his neck as you rested your hands on the chest of his suit, tracing a dainty finger over the divots in the metal.

"But... You're a villain, right?"

"I have destroyed buildings, but I don't actually want to hurt anyone. I never have. I just want you." You traced your hand up to his cheek, your thumb brushing over his heated skin. "I don't consider myself a villain, and I hope you won't either."

"I-I.. Uh... N-No, of course not!" He stammered, all seriousness in his tone now gone. You giggled, the chime ringing in his ears.

"I'm glad! So... What do you say?" You watched as the man trailed his gaze over your face, watching how your tresses of hair fell over your eyes in a beautifully attracting way, how your eyes glimmered with hope that he would agree, how your lower lip was now pressed between your teeth the more silent he became...

"I.." he turned away, frowning at nothing in particular, "I wouldn't be opposed to it, I-I guess..."

"Great!" You pushed yourself forward, pressing your lips against his cheek adoringly. He stiffened, catching the sweet scent of the perfume you wore wafting from your neck, your lips brushing against his cheek as you murmured, "I'll be waiting for you tomorrow in town — I'll find you. I think you're gonna need as much rest as you can get."

With a final laugh, you pushed yourself away, glancing at him with a sultry smile and a look in your eyes he could only describe as hot before you vanished in a bolt of electricity, teleporting yourself away.

Choromatsu stood stock still for a moment before he fell to his knees, his breath too quick for him to catch whilst his heart beat frantically against his rib cage. He was sweating profusely, and there was an ache between his legs that he really needed to get rid of.

"So now you're getting laid by your enemy? Way to go, Chorofappyski."

The sudden voice of Osomatsu sounding from behind him made Choromatsu scream.

"Wh-When did you get here?!"

"Early enough to see the whole thing."