It Is Actually So Sad To Me That Akechi Tried To Hang Out With Some Other High Schoolers And Literally

It is actually so sad to me that Akechi tried to hang out with some other high schoolers and literally DIED FOR IT

Like "Delicious Pancakes" gets laughed at a lot as a weird plot contrivance, but the scene itself is so sad from Akechi's perspective.

He has had no friends for his entire life and had to climb from the bottom of society to the top. But before the suspicion and betrayal and everything, he overheard some people his age discussing plans and finally tried to reach out and make genuine friends and connections, and it led to his downfall.

The worst part is that if he could look back on the moment, he would only see it as a moment of weakness due to how he had lived. His desperation and longing for interaction beyond interviews and popularity would only be seen as a flaw. He deserved so much better from the start.

SxF Prompt: Yuri confronts a drug lord

"Your poison has no place here!" Yuri growled, fists righteously clenched. "Kids with bright futures snuffed without remorse". Heinz bemusedly looked at Theodore, expelling an icy chuckle. "Aww the little mook suddenly has a conscience; your assistant's about to honour his next installment so I suggest you stick around, dry the blood off your weary hands, trigger fingers get achy y'know. After all…" He polished his sepia sunglasses glaring insouciantly at the young officer. "Blood money pays". From then on, Yuri didn't say a peep.

Head empty, only thinking about poor phantom thief!reader getting stuck on a vent and Akechi having his way with her. Softly tracing the skin of her thighs with his cold hands, making her tremble and whine while he only thinks about what he wants to do with her, and all she can do is ask for help.

Cuz ofc whoever is behind her is gonna help her, right? Hehe, any thoughts about this brainrot?

AAAAA

Like this is still when he's in his Robin Hood persona, so if the others are around he'll have to be discreet. He'll try to "feel around" for a spot where they might be able to wiggle loose, and just so happen to be pressing himself against them while he puts his hands on their waist and try to move them around. He'll apologize for the awkwardness, say he's going to try to use brute force to yank them out, and pull their thighs up to his while "trying" to pull them free with all his strength, but...yeah he's not doing that for real lmao.

Now if it's just them on the mission and he knows he can find a way to cut her off from the other Phantom Thieves until he reveals his betrayal (ie. A spot to stash her in the Metaverse), he'll drop the act after a while just to see how long it takes for them to realize what he's really doing. He'll move his hands from their waist lower and between their thighs, and when they try to move and confront him he just laughs. What are you going to do? Call for help? None of the others can hear you, and do you really want them to see you like this?

They feel sick when they feel the long beak of his mask prod their inner thighs and crotch while he talks in a way they've never heard before. He'd been hoping to keep them alive after killing the others if he could help it, just because he has a good use for them. While he's still Shido's tool, he'd use those connections to keep Darling sequestered to take every bit of what he gives them and use them to work out everything inside of his own heart (killing people and ruining his father can only get rid of so much pent-up shit, you know).

Quiet to a Fault - [Xiao] GN

blurb:

After rookie adventurer [name] no longer has the traveller and Paimon around to serve as a buffer between the awkwardness of them and Xiao, your presumptions about the adepti's opinion surrounding you are proven to be not at all what you had thought--but very much more pleasurable.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, 16+ suggestiveness, not explicit smut but heavily implied, [name] is a clutz and stressed out af, xiao is blunt, he's almost maybe seen as mean?? but he's just emotionally constipated

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Oh gods, you could feel it again—the feeling of being watched.

The back of your neck tingles and a cold shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of a gaze boring into your back.

Ever since you'd separated from the outlander at Wangshu Inn, you would feel a set of eyes peering at you from somewhere; no matter how fast you turned around, you could never quite catch them.

You were a bit of a traveller yourself, though not from another world like Lumine. You were originally from Sumeru and snuck on a boat to Mondstadt to escape your gruelling life as a scholar.

You hated writing—though it used to be your favourite past time. Being born in a poor village by the edge of the desert, as soon as your parents found out of your talent, they'd sent you off into the thick of the woods towards the Akademia in hopes of scrounging some money out of you.

Jokes on them though, you wanted out of that place anyway.

It was in Mondstadt that you became friends with a boy named Razor, who took you in seeing as you had nowhere to go, and later met the traveller who helped sign you up in the Adventurer's Guild.

Life had been so much nicer since then.

Well, aside from the whole—Rex Lapis dying and Liyue nearly drowning and Fatui attempting to invade—incident.

But it was nice.

If only whoever was watching you could just FUCKING NOT-

"Please don't kill me—oh my god."

At the very least, you knew whoever was watching wasn't there to hurt you, that much was certain.

As a rookie adventurer, you would often find yourself in trouble you couldn't get out of, but within a blink—and a flash of green—the trouble would be gone.

"Oh," You look down at the no longer cognitive ruin hunter with a newly speared hole in its head, watching it poof and leave behind its core.

"Ooh! Yes! Just what I needed," You jump happily, grabbing the item and stuffing it into your sling bag, "thank you!" you call out to no one in particular, before continuing on your path with a little song.

A pair of stagnant yellow eyes watch you closely, the individual facepalming at the adventurer's carefree nature. Despite it, he couldn't find it within himself to leave you alone.

And so with a sigh, the individual snaps his fingers, disappearing onto the next course of the journey.

"Miss Goldet! I'm back!" You stumble up the last few stairs of the inn, reaching the reception, "I got the materials you asked for."

"Ah, welcome back!" The woman smiles gently, moving from behind the desk, "how was your trip? Did Xiao take care of you?"

You tilt your head at her words while you slip your bag off from your shoulder.

"Hm? Xiao?" You blink.

Verr Goldet blinks back at your befuddlement before realisation hits her.

"Oh, never mind—ha, don't worry about it, [name]. I just assumed since he wasn't here today."

You nod slowly, "Oh, okay..."

"Speaking of," As you hand her the bag, she begins to sift through it for the desired materials, "would you mind covering for Yanxiao in the kitchens? He's had to run out for some ham—would you also mind putting aside some almond tofu and bringing it up to the balcony? Since the adeptus hasn't been here since last night, I'm sure he could use a treat."

Satisfied with the bag's contents, she turns and places it on the desk, concealing her knowing grin.

You sweat, a spike of panic hitting you, "S-Sure, but uhm... Miss, I'm afraid that the—uh... adeptus Xiao doesn't really, um, like me, all that much..."

Goldet rolls her eyes, "Don't worry, [name]. He's like that with everyone. If anything he tolerates you the most. Now, off you go, we've got some orders piling up!"

"W-Wait, no you misunderstand! H-He really doesn't—oh, okay..." Your voice fades off with a sweat as the woman pushes you towards the lower staircase of the kitchens before retreating back behind her desk.

You swallow anxiously before pushing your thoughts to the back of your head—you have work to do!

Midday transitions to noon, and noon into the evening.

It's only then that Yanxiao returns, giving you a gruff nod and a pat on the head for your hard work before sending you off with some free food and primogems.

The ex-criminal always had a soft spot for you.

It's now that your anxiety resurfaces, a plate of pretty almond tofu in your hands as you cautiously make your way up the stairs towards the balcony.

In reaching the top, you freeze at the sight of the adepti's back. Your breath stills and your eyes are wide.

Even from behind, Xiao was incredibly pretty—lean and toned figure, evident through the slight muscle on his open upper back, shoulders flexed slightly with his crossed arms. The green tattoo on his arm could be seen peering from atop his shoulder, complimenting his pale complexion.

The darkness of the evening illuminates his skin, teal tinted hair slightly ruffling in the early night breeze.

You'd found the Yaksha beautiful since your first run in with him when you first accompanied Lumine. Xiao didn't necessarily give you anything to fear—as a friend.

But after Lumine had continued with her journey, you found yourself incapable of functioning around the adeptus. And it didn't help that Xiao didn't really do anything to ease your nerves. Since Paimon would usually do all the talking you were fine, but since she stayed with Lumine...

The atmosphere between the two of you just wasn't as casual anymore, and you felt rather inferior to Xiao. You could totally understand his familiarity with the traveller, seeing as she was technically also another worldly being and had fought alongside the adepti—so it made sense that she and Xiao were friends.

But you felt as though you had no place to intrude, and it didn't help that you had the teeniest, weeniest crush on him either.

You jump as the powerful male suddenly turns his head, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

You square your shoulders, holding the plate of almost tofu up in front of your face as an offering.

"A-Apologies for the interruption, Mister Adeptus, sir!" You cringe at that.

'Oh my archons, what was that, that was horrible—'

"Uhm, I-I'm just going to leave this for you here—oh!" You let out the manliest, high pitched squeak you had at the sudden sight of the Yaksha appearing right in front of you.

You remain tense, widened eyes quickly averting from the being in front of you. You hold out the plate in a nervous grip.

Unbeknownst to you, Xiao's eyes soften ever so slightly.

He glances off to the side, narrowing at Goldet who quickly waves him off, before returning his attention to the panicked individual. He lets out a dismissive hum.

"Come." Is all he says, turning around in indication for you to follow.

You lift your head up, startled at the adepti's command before quickly scurrying after him.

Xiao leads you into a secluded room somewhere in the inn, another balcony attached to it. You realise that this is the room Goldet has given to Xiao to rest in, though the sight of its slight dust and untouched bed covers shows how little it is used.

Out on the balcony is a square tea table and two chairs.

Xiao walks towards it, "Sit." He speaks gruffly.

You do so in a heartbeat, breathing as quietly as possible to not disturb the adepti's peace any further.

You place down the almond tofu in the process.

Xiao takes the seat across from you, tuscan yellow eyes staring into your soul. You feel yourself on the brink of trembling in your seat, gaze glued to your lap.

The adepti is ignorant of your anxiety, simply watching.

A heavy puff leaves his nose as his orbs narrow at you, and you can't help but shrink.

"Feed me."

what.

You blink, slowly looking up, "...P-Pardon?"

The Yaksha glowers at you, "Don't make me repeat myself, mortal."

Despite his angered tone accompanied by a darkened scowl, the large blush across his cheeks betrays him. His yellow irises had narrows into slits, and he leans forwards in his seat.

You reel back slightly, surprised at his request.

Your stomach does twists and turns at the adepti's blush, feeling your own cheeks start to burn—though a happy feeling slowly creeps into you, and you can't help but feel a bit... prideful.

Without a word you pick up the spoon on the plate and scoop up a bit of the tofu, using your free hand to hover beneath it in case any of the sweet nectar is to drip and fall.

Still with bright cheeks, the Yaksha huffs but leans forwards a bit more, a pronounced frown on his features. Once the tofu reaches his mouth, he pulls back and begins to chew, a content feeling nulling his eternal pain.

Once finished, he leans forwards again for more.

This process continues in silence, and soon the sun falls completely past the horizon, leaving the pair in the light of the night. Only two pieces of the almond tofu remain when Xiao stops, closing his eyes as he leans back contently.

Seeing this, you place down the spoon back onto the plate and sit patiently in the silence.

Xiao's expression of embarrassment plus his current calmness puts your mind at ease of having gotten into trouble.

As the Yaksha closes his eyes in what you assume to be a moment of content, you take the chance to admire him once more.

The man indeed has a very fierce appearance, although he is slim in stature, usually drawn from the sharpness of his eyes. Most of Xiao's features are rather sharp, ranging from the wisps of his hair, to the angle of his shoulders, and the point of his nose.

His colour palette is extraordinary, a mix of green and teal with light pinks and purples—a unique combination not many can compose.

It's only telling of his divinity.

Your eyes trace down towards his lips: pert, pink and, though thin in place, are plump in the centre--although Xiao's usual scowl normally hides this.

A quick glance up causes you to freeze, muscles tensing in your place—Xiao's eyes are open, a piercing glare catching your unwarranted staring, though he is yet to say anything to acknowledge it.

You feel a shiver creep up your spine, though the sudden chilled atmosphere causes it to stop at your lower back.

You're quick to divert your gaze.

Keeping your head low as your nerves return as soon as they left, you shift in your seat.

"...I-I will return this to the kitchen-" You hurriedly (and shakily) stand from your chair, moving to grab the plate but are quickly demanded to cease by the Yaksha.

"No," Xiao's voice is clear, and incredibly firm. His glowing eyes remain glaring at where you had been previously seated, "you will leave the plate as it is. Move that chair closer and sit."

Your eyes flutter wearily, and you swallow anxiously.

You do as told, though seemingly not quick enough as a sharp side eye from the Yaksha causes you to scrape the chair along the floor in attempts to fasten your pace.

Knees nearly touching, you hesitantly sit down in front of the intimidating man, Xiao having turned himself away from the table to make room for you.

As soon as you're seated the adeptus grasps the chair from the space between your legs and the backrest—causing you to instinctively close your thighs around his hand—and pulls you forward.

You're forced to brace yourself on the other's shoulders as your chair is leant forwards, so close that your eyes are forcibly met.

You stiffen tremendously, face growing warm before nearly bursting with humuliation—particularly at having pinned the Yaksha's other hand between your legs.

Intelligible sounds escape you as you try to make sense of the situation, though you're quickly shut down by the cold glare of the adeptus.

You hold your breath.

Xiao scowls at you, "Just what is it that you do to me, huh."

His voice, although scolding, is quiet--only for you to hear.

"What gives you the right to make me act like this? Answer me."

His questions sound more like statements, only adding to your nerves.

"I don't..-I don't know what you mean, sir... I-"

"Xiao," His glare hardens, as does his grip on the wooden chair, "say my name."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can almost hear the creaking of the chair under the tightness of the Yaksha's grip. Your face flushes, and you're forcibly leant even closer.

You're hands grip onto the fabric of the other's shirt desperately to ground your flurrying embarrassment.

"I-..I..-"

"Say it," His eyes narrow, "say. It."

"..."

"Now."

"X-Xiao!" You squeak out, clenching your eyes shut as yourchair is suddenly thrown back and unto all fours.

You yelp in alarm as a body crashes into your own, followed by a smooth pair of lips meeting yours.

You gasp in shock.

A tongue invades your mouth, slipping just past your front teeth to prod your tongue before it retreats. Xiao's hand that was clamped firmly between your thighs had released its grip on the seat of the chair, changing to grasp onto your clothed leg.

His other hand has long made its way onto the back of your head, pushing you closer and keeping you in place.

His possessive grip and feverish kiss leaves you breathless with a thundering heart, and your embarrassment only grows as Xiao manoeuvres to suck on your tongue.

You whimper anxiously against his lips, earning a slight growl from the Yaksha. One of your hands grip the cloth of his tight shirt whereas the other digs it's nails into the skin of his back.

Xiao enjoys sting the little red marks create.

Eventually managing to pull yourself away with swollen lips, you're given no time to rest as the adeptus dives unto your neck, leaving kisses and small bites along the flesh.

You can't help but squirm and wriggle at the feeling, sighing and whining all the whilst. You let out a particularly loud whine at the feeling of a hand hesitantly grazing your clothed core, eyes snapping open in shock.

Steam would have been rising from your cheeks if you were given the time to process what had happened.

However, you're given no such luxury to dwell as the Yaksha's uncharacteristic grin appears in your line of sight, and the sudden feeling of a hand on your bare skin causes you to cry out.

It seems that the male's cold demeanour had not stemmed from any form of dislike, but rather, the opposite.

Lumine's absence had meant Xiao no longer had someone to turn to for advice—as the girl often would have sent you together on little quests to help aid her daily commissions.

And a lack of Paimon's voice had meant there was no one to stem conversations between the quiet pair. Because of this, Xiao had no idea how to approach you, which you had misunderstood to be a disliking towards you.

Though, this night on the balcony proved to change things between the two of you, as the open night's air carried your cries and other such sounds of pleasured bliss.

It was lucky the inn was not as busy tonight, Verr Goldet quietly closing any windows and doors with a sense of knowing.

Knowing Xiao would no longer go to her for advice, or be as grouchy anymore.

𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 🤞🤞

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 (𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌); 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖨𝖲𝖭𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖳 𝖡𝖳𝖶 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮

— 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗆); 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍/𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍? 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖤𝖱𝖬𝖬𝖬𝖬; 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗆𝗆𝗁𝗆

— 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖥𝖩𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖥𝖣𝖩𝖠 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒!! 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈, 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗒 19𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖠𝖮 (𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀); 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗒 @fictional-gf !! 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖪 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖲𝖮 𝖬𝖴𝖢𝖧 𝖬𝖬𝖬𝖧𝖬𝖬𝖬𝖬; 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋@?#@#@

“love please don’t break up with me.” 

“reo? my love– what–”

“i can change. i’ll change for you. just for you. just please.. please don’t break up with me..” as you stare at tear-filled purple eyes, you can’t help but wonder why the mikage reo is kneeling in front of your apartment door—thrashed flowers in his hand, hair and suit a mess with sprinkles of snow on every part of his body and flushed cheeks from the cold weather, making him look like a child who just ran ten laps around your apartment complex.

“please, my love…” he grabs your hand, shoving the flowers in your hand as he bows, head on your doormat as he begs. “you deserve someone much better. someone smarter. someone more handsome than me…”

wasn’t he just telling me to not break up with him? 

he looks up again, tears streaming down on his face, a noticeable pout on his face. “i’m so sorry…i am so so sorry i couldn’t treat you ri-”

ok, you’ve had enough of his bullshit.

“love…i don’t know what you’re onto or.. or if– if you’re on something? but please…just get inside and tell me what this is about…alright?” you bend down to his height, kissing his forehead as you pat his head. 

stepping aside, you invite him into your humble abode. he doesn’t budge though, remaining in his original position, looking like a pet waiting for its owner's orders—head slightly tilting as he looks at you with wide-eyes. 

fine. we’re doing this the hard way then.

you sigh as you lay down on your bed, comforting a crying reo who is laying on your chest, and clinging onto you like he’s afraid you’d leave him.

“i’m so sorry, love. i really am..” reo wails like a child—snot and tears messing up your shirt. you don’t mind though. in fact, you’re quite happy you’ve gotten to that point in your relationship where he’s comfortable enough to show this side of his.

oh reo…my sweet reo…

“love. look at me.” you gently cup his cheeks with your palms, wiping away his flowing tears. 

“you don’t have to be sorry that you had to cancel our date. i mean, it’s literally fuckin’ freezing outside and i doubt anything is open right now.” you continue with a small smile, “plus, we don’t always have to go out for dates. in fact, we can have one now! you know, like a home date. uhhh like…cuddling? orrr we can bake cookies! ooooo we could also watch movies if you’d like!” 

he perks up at your suggestions, tears slowly subsiding as a subtle, yet noticeable happy expression appears on his face.

“really?” he asks, eyes opening wide as he awaits your answer.

“of course! we, commoners, need to have some kind of entertainment during days like these after all.” you tease him, playing with his soft hair.

“hey! that’s not nice!” his face scrunches up into an “angry pout” as he reprimands you for saying that.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” you laugh as he removes himself off you, keeping the same pout on his face as he lays down on his side facing away from you.

well at least he’s not crying anymore. 

snickering, you snuggle up to him, acting as the big spoon, kissing his nape as you drape the blanket over the two of you. 

you wish him a goodnight, smiling and rolling your eyes as you’re met with a “hmph!” from the man child beside you.

after a few moments though, you hear your boyfriend’s soft voice, “will we still watch and bake and cuddle tomorrow?” it’s almost creepy how you can hear and feel the pout in his voice. you’re almost tempted to jump on him, squish his cheeks and litter him with kisses because of how cute he is right now.

but you refrain yourself from doing so, playing the role of “mrs. petty” to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“hey..” he calls out to you a little louder this time.  

you turn away from him slightly, acting as if he’s disturbing you from your slumber.

“oi!” you feel him turn to you and drape himself on your body—his weight almost knocking the air out of your system.

wheezing, you pat the man on his back as you try to push him away. 

“okay..okay. we will!” satisfied with your answer, he returns back to his original position and holds your arm captive. you try to get your arm back from his death-crushing grip, yet he doesn’t budge, only gripping it harder.

admitting defeat, you grumble and close your eyes, slowly drifting off to dreamland as you feel a fleeting pair of lips on yours.

what a man mikage reo is. 

How many kids do you two have ? - {blue lock}

Isagi Yoichi

Three kids. Simple. You two bred artistic kids, one an artist, one a singer and your youngest son a soccer player just like his father. Isagi is a proud! Proud! Father. He always brags about his kids then gets teased because they mostly look like you. He doesn’t care though, he loves how similar his kids are to you. What he doesn’t like is how the four of them compete to please you, make you happy, do things for you, they always compete on a daily basis. And Isagi is childish about the whole thing.

Sae Itoshi

Two kids. A set of twins, twin GIRLS to be exact. You know usually the girls share their mothers attitude and wit but with your daughters they are their father’s successors. THE AMOUNT OF SASS AND ATTITUDE IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD IS CRAZY. And what makes it worse is that he taught them Spanish for whenever you all take trips to Spain so when they’re really mad at each other they start yelling in Spanish. You were never really fluent in the language so you’d stand there confused when they’d be speaking too fast. But they were soccer prodigies just like their father, the best thing about it was that they would leave to go practice and you’d have the house to yourself.

Nagi Seishiro

Here me out….six kids . Why? BECAUSE HE IS TOO FUCKING LAZY TO PULL OUT!! He kept saying one more kids will be fine and then you end up getting pregnant with triplets. You only had one set of triplets which happen to be your youngest kids and you told him that if he didn’t pull out you were going to stop having sex with him. He took that threat too serious. The big quirk that your kids got from their father is their clinginess, it’s the triplets. They are the most clingiest with him and he hates and loves it. When you two are laying in bed at night he’s clinging, laying his head on your boobs complaining about how HIS kids won’t leave him alone. Especially when he’s trying to play his games, you just smile and laugh it off because even though he complains he still plays with them and ends up passing out with them all laying around him. Nagi has to be one of the best laziest fathers out there.

Mikage Reo

Two kids. He’s an only child and didn’t want his kids to be lonely. One son one girl. That’s how he wanted it and he was happy. He spoiled his children whenever they did something good and he never made them do anything they didn’t want to do. Both of his kids didn’t want to play soccer actually but they loved going to games because their dad and uncles (Nagi, Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami) played with him. At first he was hesitant about bringing his kids around his parents but he soon warmed up to the feeling and always jumped at their offer to babysit so that he could take you on dates. That’s one thing he was adamant about, he wanted to keep treating you like the queen you are and continue to make you happy.

Itoshi Rin

One. A boy. He was half convinced his own child hated him. Your son always and never failed to cling onto you no matter what, he was a shy pretty little boy who looked like his fathers twin, he looks like Rin when he was a child. Rin actually cried to you about it once and when you talked to your son about it he said that whenever he tries to hang out with his father he always looks pissed about something. This is when Rin comes home from practice he always reviews film for at least thirty minutes and criticizes himself. Now instead of immediately coming home and doing film he spends it with his son and their relationship has gotten so much better to the point where your son doesn’t cling to you as much.

Bachira Meguru

Four. Four little crazy angels just like their father. They LOVE LOVE LOVE their grandma, hell most of them looked like her which you were kinda jealous of but you ignored it because they also mostly looked like Megs. He absolutely adores his kids and you fell in love with him more because of it. You only have one daughter so Bachira every two weeks takes her out on a daddy daughter date so that she can feel special while you sit at him doing flips and shit with your over eccentric sons. Mostly you four just do dance parties then they help you cook dinner which just happened to be your tradition even while they were still in high school. But they got jobs and wanted to change it to them taking you out to a fancy restaurant. And Bachira always had someone to play soccer with, he wasn’t out in the front yard passing to himself anymore.