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How to tell Cobra

Character(s): Smokey (x reader), "Cobra" Junpei Hino

Plot Line: Even though you were twins, Cobra was born before you. This meant he would be your big brother; no matter what you or he could do about it. He took this to heart and protected you fiercely from everything. However, what happens what you end up in a situation and you have to tell your protective older brother something he rather not hear?

Warnings: Anxiety, Angst, Inappropriate comedy (18+), talks of terminal Illness, High & Low violence

How does one tell Cobra something. 

Even as his younger sister (though only by an hour, which you remind him of constantly) you ask yourself that often. For it is often that Cobra messes up and has to tell you something. Like the time Yamato and him broke your doll house or the time he accidentally lost all your history notes that he stole before a big exam. 

So whenever you messed up, it was hard to tell him. 

Usually there would be a right time or a moment you could bring it up. But, you didn’t think such a thing existed in this situation.

Put simply, you were pregnant. 

More precisely three months along now but you’ve known since you were two weeks in. The main problem was. You haven’t told anyone…

Not Naomi. Not Yamato. Not Noboru. And definitely–Definitely–not Cobra. 

The reason was simple. You were scared. Not just by their reaction when they find out you are pregnant. But by whom. 

Smokey.

Life worked in strange ways. Everyone would be shocked when they found out. How the hell did you two meet? They likely wouldn’t think you two had anything in common. Turns out it was the simple things. You both cared deeply about family and you both hated to be a burden to the ones you loved and adored. The two of you grew close over those two simple things. Extremely close on nights when one of you needed comfort. 

Was it love? Was it a close friendship? It was hard to determine.

It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.

You still remembered Smokey’s words when you told him. Always so calm and always so sweet; thinking of others before himself. Even as he tried to keep calm and collected, you could see by how his hands ever so slightly shook as he took yours that he was scared. Afraid. 

Smokey has never been in good health since you’ve known him. While you’ve helped him go to a doctor, they didn’t have much help to give. A lung transplant; that's the only thing that could stop his deteriorating health. All he could do was wait and maybe–if he was lucky–get a donation to pay for the surgery. But the chances were few and far between. So, he could only take some pills to keep himself stable and put his health on the back burner for now. 

Would he live long enough for the child to grow up? What would happen if you were left all alone? Even though he didn’t say it, you knew those were the questions that were clouding Smokey’s mind. 

It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.

You allowed him to hold you that night. Ignoring the worried calls from Cobra and the others when you didn’t return home. Only in the morning messaging a simple ‘I’m okay’ to them even though you weren’t. You and Smokey going your separate ways as the sun rose early in the morning. Him needing to return back to the Rude Boys and you needing to return back to Sannoh.

Life worked in strange ways. It really did.

It really fucking did.

“I can’t believe this,” You mumble, likely looking a little pale as you stare down at the stack of ultrasound photos. Each one of the Rude Boys wanting a photo of their precious niece/nephew so you had to ask for quite a few. Usually one would have their first ultrasound at 6 to 9 weeks but due to you working full time and bills needing to be paid, you had to wait until now; at 12 weeks. 

Technically you could have waited longer, Smokey and you were in no rush to get the ultrasound. An idea more on the backburner as the boys and him were more focused on trying to figure out if they could make furniture for the baby out of scrap wood from around nameless city. An idea you were highly against unless they sanded it and made sure none of the wood was compromised in any way. 

Surprisingly, they found such wood. And on the same day, when you woke up to a very big shock. 

“Lala,” Smokey’s sister whips her head around at her name being called. Looking quite confused as she sees you in the middle of Spring wearing a big puffy coat. It seemed your weird appearance didn’t just catch her attention either as P and Yu jumped down from their places in an area up above. Likely on patrol. 

“Is everything ok–” Not allowing her to answer, you dragged her to a tent nearby. Usually used for shops to set up, but it was far too early for them. Quickly, P follows after you two, signaling to Yu to go find Smokey. Knowing this is something he should know. “What’s wrong–”

Lala falls short of finishing her sentence as you take off your coat and show her what had you acting so strange. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she just saw you a day ago and it didn’t look like anything like this. 

“Woah…” P lets out, taking the words right out Lala’s mouth for her. The girl still very much in shock as she tried to wrap her head around it. “That’s… That’s normal right?”

“I– Sort of? I– I don’t know. They said it's common for it to just appear suddenly one morning when you wake up. But– I don’t think it's supposed to be–”

“Is everything–” 

You nearby jump in shock as Smokey and the rest of the Rude Boys barge into the tent. Expecting something horrible only to stare in shock just like P and Lala were seconds ago once they see you. The only one being somewhat calm about the situation being, of course, Smokey. Who after reading some books with you, knew this would be happening any day now. 

His eyes soften as he gazes upon it. Looking at you with love and wonder as he slowly makes his way to you. A soft grin spreading to his lips as he touches your stomach, lightly tracing the bump there with his calloused fingers. 

“Don’t– Don’t you think it's a bit big?” You finally ask after a few moments, telling Smokey the worry clouding your mind as you gazed upon your stomach, “I look eighteen weeks pregnant, not twelve.”

You were correct. While many in the tent knew nothing about pregnancies and had hardly ever seen a pregnant woman in her first trimester, they couldn’t help but agree that your bump was rather big. Which is likely what added to the huge shock as they saw you just over 24 hours before, no bump in sight. 

“Maybe you should go to that ultrasound?” Takeshi suggests, always the voice of reason amongst the boys especially whenever Smokey was absent. “If it has to do with your belly… the doctors should be able to notice it with that, right?”

Smokey and you looked at each other and you couldn’t help but agree that Takeshi made a fair point. 

“I can see if Dr.Sato has a free spot today? Will you be…” Your voice trails off when you notice a sad look grow on Smokey’s face. 

“Sorry…” He starts, letting out a heavy sigh, “Things between Daruma and us have been… tense. We are expecting Daruma to try to cause some chaos in the market later today. I really want to but–”

You grab Smokey’s hand, stopping the man from going into a rant, “It's okay. I understand.”

And you did. If being Cobra’s sister taught you anything, it is that sometimes the people you loved had to drop everything at a moment’s notice to protect what they believed in.

“Just keep me updated. I’ll let you know if I got the appointment and if nothing is going on, we can see if it's safe for me to come here after.”

Smokey nods his head. While disappointed he won’t be there, he is at least pleased he will be updated on what is going on.

Fuck.

As you finally turn your phone back on after shutting it down during your appointment, you couldn’t help but grow anxious at the slew of texts that came in; some dating back hours ago. While many were from Sannoh and your brother asking if you wanted to join them at the bar, some were from the Rude Boys. It seemed the situation with Daruma was solved and Smokey was wondering if–

“There you are,” You nearly jump in fright as a voice calls out in front of you. Instantly recognizing the blonde male in front of you.

“Takeshi? What the hell–” You start, thankful it wasn’t a different blonde. Especially as it would be hard to explain the building you were standing out in front of. Quickly you whip your head around before dragging the male into an alleyway nearby, “What are you doing here? This is Sannoh territory.”

It would be extremely hard to come up with an excuse as to why a Rude Boy was this far from their territory. Especially as the boys rarely left and you were in the north end of Sannoh, closer to Oya territory than theirs. 

“Smokey got worried. You didn’t answer his texts and it was getting dark,” Takeshi says, gesturing to the golden and red sky above you guys, “He sent me to pick you up.”

Moving his hand, he points to an old army jeep. One the Rude Boys often used along with their dirt bikes when they needed to get somewhere not in their territory fast. However, due to it being so old and so unique, it wouldn’t be hard for any of the Sannoh boys to instantly recognize the vehicle. Knowing an opposing gang was in their territory.

Oh god.

“Give me a second.” Takeshi says, suddenly seeming to remember something as he pulls out his phone. It rings for a moment before someone picks up on the other end.

“Hello?” Instantly recognizing the voice on the other end, you visibly relax. 

“Hey, Smokey. I’ve got her right here. She just came out of her appointment.” 

“Did everything go well?” Smokey asks as you take the phone from Takeshi. Already feeling much better as you could hear his voice on the other end. He has always had that calming effect on you, “Nothing wrong?”

Letting out another sigh, you hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. Likely the others joining Smokey to hear the results of your appointment.

“Everything went well. Nothing wrong at all. Just…” You let out a particularly heavy sigh, knowing you had no choice but to explain it to them as just ignoring the obvious would make them more concerned, “...I’m feeding for four.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

Takeshi–the only one you can visibly see–jaw drops in shock as he processes what you just said. Even though you shouldn’t, you can’t help but laugh a little. Finally giving the male the stack of photos after a few moments so he can finally come to terms on what you said. 

Staring down at the photo, even though it wasn’t his, Takeshi can’t help but feel tears pluck in the corner of his eyes as he sees his nieces/nephews. Each labeled with a number 1 through 3 so it was each to identify each one.

“Tr–Triplets…” Takeshi starts, his voice slightly shaking as he speaks, “She’s having triplets, Smokey.”

A little concerned by the sudden silence at the other end, you call out as well, “Smokey?”

Your eyes can’t help but widen in shock as you hear an ever so slight sniffle on the other end. 

“Y–Yeah?”

Takeshi seems quite taken aback as well as he hears the others telling Smokey it was okay as they laughed and patted their leader on the back. Though the two of you quickly can’t help but allow a wide grin to take on your faces as you hear Smokey’s chuckle as well; Sounding slightly watered down from his tears and stuffy nose as he was still a bit emotional. Realizing it was a good cry, not a bad one.

“We’ll be there soon, Smokey.” Looking up at Takeshi, who grabs the keys from his pockets, you quickly follow him out of the alleyway as you continue to talk on the phone, “Don’t go crying anymore. I still have yet to show you the photos. I practically started sobb–”

Quickly, as you glance to your right, you can’t help but freeze in your steps. The smile wiping clean off your face when your eyes lock with another. 

Oh, no. 

No. no. no. no. no.

“Shit,” Takeshi curses once he sees them as well, “Smokey, fuck. We’ve been seen.”

However, even though you know Smokey and the others are saying something on the other end, you can only continue to stare at your brother; the rest of the world blocked out just from the pure shock running through your body. Cobra eyes are wide and confused as he sees you. The rest of the gang confused as well as they pause in getting off their bikes. Clearly having showed up after hearing the Rude Boys jeep was spotted in Sannoh.

It is only as Takeshi shakes your shoulder that you finally snap your gaze away from Cobra, “We have to go. Now.”

But–

Not allowing you a second to respond, likely thinking you were still in shock, Takeshi grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you to the car. Hoping that since the boys are far enough down the street, that he could beat them to his car.

“Hey. Hey!” The roaring sound of blood pumping through your veins echoes in your head as your brother finally snaps out of his trance. His voice muffled in your ears even though he is probably yelling. As you shakily take a seat in the passenger seat, you can’t help but jump in surprise as you feel a hand suddenly grab onto the jacket on your shoulder.

“What are you doing? Why the hell are you with—?” Yamato asks as you stare up at him with wide eyes. However, it is as he pulls at your jacket, that he sees your stomach. Stopping him dead in his tracks as he takes in the sight, “Why are you pregnant? What the fuck did those bastar–”

You gasp in shock as Takeshi suddenly kicks Yamato, getting the man to fall onto the sidewalk, as the vehicle finally starts. You can’t help but snap your head around as your brother begins to call your name, still racing after the vehicle. Only stopping once the vehicle finally picks up speed, causing him to stop and stare. 

To stare back at you with so many questions and concerns in his eyes.

“I—“ You start, turning back around to face the front. Just in pure shock at what just happened, “I— I should have told him. Oh my god… I’m such an idiot.”

“Stop it.” Takeshi yells over the wind as he drives, reaching a hand over to grab onto one of your shaking ones. “You did what you thought best. You weren’t sure how Cobra would react to finding out about Smokey. It could have caused a bigger mess than this for all you know.”

“But— My brother will be chasing after us, you know?” You start, looking in the rear view mirror as if waiting for the motorcycles of the Sannoh Hoodlum Squad to whip around the corner, “He’ll— He’ll come to nameless city and—“

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Takeshi says, grabbing hold of your shoulders and hugging you as the vehicle reaches a stop light. “Everything will be okay. This can’t blow up anymore than it is.”

“B-But—“

“Breathe. Please just breathe.” Takeshi says, running a hand down your back to soothe your shaking figure, “We’ll be home soon. Everything will be okay.”

As the stop light changes and he is forced to pull away, you are finally quiet. While still shaking, you lean into Takeshi’s side for comfort. Clutching his hand tightly as he continues to drive back to the Rude Boys territory. Unable to stop yourself from jumping whenever you heard to loud sound of a motorcycle engine off in the distance

“Smoke—“ As soon as Takeshi slams on the brakes, putting the car in park. The rest of the Rude Boys descend. Instantly Smokey clutches onto you and helps you out of the car, not wanting to let you go.

His eyes trail your body, looking for any signs that you were hurt in any way. 

“What in the hell happened out there?” 

“Sannoh recognized–” As Takeshi leaps out and begins to explain, you allow Smokey to pick you up–something you usually wouldn’t allow–as he and the group begin to walk. Knowing better than to argue with the leader when he was like this, though you also didn’t have the strength to. Secretly you are glad Smokey’s large puffy jacket muffled your ears from the talking of the boys around you. Allowing you to focus on his steady heartbeat; giving you a chance to tune out of the world. 

Though only for a couple of moments, only a couple moments of peace, before Smokey calls your name. Lifting your head, you glance up at Smokey, who looks down at you. Concern and apologies swirling in his dark eyes.

“We need to hide you.” Smokey whispers, seeming to not like the conclusion he has determined but knowing it was the best and safest option for you. 

“What…?” You start, caught off guard as the boys begin to jog, knowing where to head as they likely have limited time. You, still in his grasp, whip your head around to determine where you guys are going. However, night had fallen and it was too dark to know your surroundings. The only light being the moon that shined through the clouds, “Smokey, wait. You– You can’t do that. The boys– My brother is going to misunderstand.” 

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry.” Smokey says, lifting you up and handing you to P on a platform attached to a crane. Reminding you of the ones that are used in the mines. As the boys all jump on, Yu hitting the lever before jumping on as well, the platform begins to move upwards. Finally allowing you down to your feet, Smokey brings you into his arms. Hiding his face in your hair as he attempts to control his shaky breathing, “I’m sorry. I just… can’t risk how they will react. Yamato has already seen your stomach and they likely have already begun to draw their own conclusions.”

“But…” However, your voice quickly trails off as you think. Smokey had a point. While you know your brother and his friends would never hurt you. Never. You could very easily get caught in the crossfire if things heated up too quickly between the groups. The gangs in SWORD were always on the brink of war with one another. Even the slightest of comments or looks could break the peace in seconds.

“I’m sorry.” Smokey repeats, lifting his head to press a kiss to your forehead. One that causes your eyes to flutter shut as you lean into his gentle and caring gesture. As he pulls away, you can see a slight glint in his eyes. One you can’t determine as the lift final comes to a stop. As you look around, you gain an understanding of where you are. All of you are in some sort of watch tower office. One that clearly belongs to the Rude Boys as you look around: maps, notes and their items strewn about the place. 

As you watch P pull out a batch of wires inside the panel of the lift, clearly cutting the power so it can’t be accessed from below, Smokey takes you in another room. While you guessed it was originally meant to be a small office meant for a manager, the Rude Boys had clearly turned it into a resting room of some sort. Torn pillows, blankets, and even an old twin mattress on the floor in the corner. Likely this room was used by the boys when they took turns watching from the tower on patrols. 

As Smokey shuts the door and calls your name, you turn your attention away from your surroundings and back to him. 

“Promise me.” He starts, bringing up a hand to cup your face. Swiping a thumb across your cheek as he looks you in the eyes, “Promise me that no matter what happens that you won’t run out into the mess of this.”

While you didn’t want to agree. Especially as you considered what could possibly happen and how many could get hurt. A thing that made you nauseous as you realized it was all caused by you. You knew you had to agree. If you left Smokey and the others worried, who knew what could happen to them. 

You knew the best option would be to allow Smokey to have a clear mind. One that could keep him calm and hopefully talk to your brother instead of having an all out brawl commence, “I promise…” 

Your words are quickly cut off as Smokey captures his lips in yours. It is passionate and heated compared to the usual pecks he gives you. One that takes your breath away and leaves you dizzy. 

And as Smokey pulls away, you see the glint return back in his eyes. You once again didn’t understand it, that is until Smokey pulls you once again into another hug. Kissing your hair as he sighs, once more trying to calm himself. 

It is as he does so, his body pressed up against yours more so than usual as he rests his chin on your head, that you feel it. 

“I…” You start, unable to help yourself from letting out a laugh. Instantly trying to muffle it in the fur of his jacket as you feel it pressed up against your hip, “Do you have…?”

“...Sorry.”

“Why do you…” You can’t help but let out another laugh at how Smokey shifts slightly away so you can no longer feel it. Always a gentleman. “Why do you have a boner, Smokey?”

“I–” As he pulled away to look at you, you could tell he felt embarrassed and quickly stopped laughing. His eyes looking more so to the wall than you, “It’s because… some guy is trying to take you away.”

“But… it's my brother.”

“I know.” His eyes snapping back to yours so you don’t misunderstand what he is trying to say, “It's because he has the power to stop me from seeing you. Permanently. That’s what it is, not who he is.”

“So… you are basically saying that you…,” You start, heat slightly spreading up your face at what you are about to say, “You are possessive over me and are trying to… stake your claim.”

Instantly, Smokey’s ears turn red and you can tell he just wants to bury his head back in your shoulder in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Smokey,” You say, reassuring the man as you come up and press a kiss to his lips. One he instantly melts into, “It’s pretty… attractive. Just not the right place or time.”

“Sorr–”

“Don’t apologize. We can… explore this later.” You say, cutting off another apology from him. While he wasn’t as prideful like your brother or the other sword leaders, he was apologizing a lot today. Even for him, “I just don’t want the boys or… my brother to walk in on us.”

Just as an uncomfortable shiver trails up your spine at the thought, you see Smokey freeze. Definitely horrified at the thought as well. 

“Another day it is,” He agrees, making you laugh a little. The sound bringing a small grin to his lips. Though not for long as a knock on the door breaks the happy atmosphere. 

“Smokey,” Takeshi says, pausing for a moment as he seems to determine his next words, “Cobra and the rest of Sannoh is here.” 

“Okay. I’ll be out in a moment,” The leader replies, before looking back at you. A concerned look once again returning to his face, “Please. Stay here.”

“...I will…” 

Giving you one last look as he opens the door, Smokey seems to take you in–almost as if he was thinking this might be the last time he would see you–before shutting it close. A soft click followed by what sounds like shuffling. It takes you a moment to realize the boys were pushing heavy boxes in front of the door in order to hide the room. 

As silence overtakes the room, you find yourself all alone. With the only light in the room being from a window covered in newspaper clipping, you can’t do much other than sit so as not to trip or fall. You can’t even pace to ease your worries. 

With a heavy sigh, you grab an old tattered quilt on the floor and sit in the corner on the old mattress. Wrapping yourself in the blanket as the cold spring night wind whips around outside. It was a long time spent in silence and your own thoughts. You couldn’t even look at your phone or the ultrasound photo of the triplets; both still in Takeshi’s possession. Sitting, waiting and thinking; that's all you could do. 

You even thought about sleeping, but you knew you couldn–

You let out a loud yelp as a crash resounds throughout the room. The glass of the window shattering and it takes you a moment to realize it was P. Covered in bruises and cuts as he attempts to get to his feet in the middle of the room, you realize someone had thrown him through it.

“Are you ok–” 

“Stay back!” P yells, stopping you from coming to him as you get to your feet. You are confused until you hear someone else jumping through the window as well. However, it's not who you expect. 

“So this is where you have been keeping her,” Koo says as he adjusts his white suit, slightly brushing something off his shoulder. Rocky’s assistant glances your way as you stare at him in shock; seeming to check over your figure. His eyes stopping on your stomach before his jaw clenches, “A bunch of heathens that's what you guys are. How many times did you take turns abusing and manipulating this woman?”

“Wait–” However you can’t even get a word in before you are suddenly lifted up, letting out a scream as someone begins to take you through the window.

“Let her–” P dodges as Koo attempts to hit him with his staff. The older man fully intending on blocking the Rude Boy from grabbing you as you are continued to be taken through. 

As you glance back, you see Shimura. The blonde male, with both of his eyes covered in those strange leather goggles of his, grins at you, “Got you!”

Of course, the White Rascals are here.  

Protector of Women. They would instantly jump in if one was in danger. You were just surprised your brother asked the group for help. At least you think he did. 

Did that mean the Rude Boys were outnumbered? Were any of the other SWORD groups here as well? You had too many questions and worries bouncing through your mind. Way too overwhelmed for what was good for you.

“Okay, now we are– Hey! Wait!” As soon as Shimura puts you down on the platform so you can stand, you instantly end up bolting. As to where you would go, you didn’t know. You knew you couldn’t go back in the office as that would be a dead end and Koo was still in there. Stuck on the highest point of the tower, you technically could only go one way. Down.

“Oi! That's dangerous!”

The white rascal chases after you, only to freeze in his steps as he watches you go over the railing and walk across a supported metal beam. Thank goodness the boys got bored one day and taught you some of their tricks. While you couldn’t do any of their crazy flips or spins, you could at least keep your balance and slide down on some things.

Grabbing hold of the fabric at the end of the beam that fell all the way to a platform a few floors below, you take a deep breath and step off the edge. An action that makes Shimura gasp and begin to yell at you to knock it off as you dangle on the material; drawing the attention of some of the others nearby. 

“Oi– Hey!” You nearly jump in fright as something grabs onto the fabric as well, however you breathe a sigh of relief when you just realize it is just P. The young man a bit more bruised than a couple moments ago when you saw him but he seemed to escape Koo’s grasp without an issue. 

“Be careful,” P says as places one of his arms around your waist, just in case you slipped so he could grab you, “Let's try to get you away from this mess.”

“Okay.”

With a deep breath, you and P begin to slide down the fabric. A bit slower than what the Rude Boys would normally do, but thankfully you got to the bottom without any issues. 

“The bikes–Shit.” Just as P goes to look at something, he instantly stops in his tracks. As you look to your right, you see both Rocky and your brother making their way to you. Simply stated, Cobra looked pissed. 

“Hino, wait–” You start only to stop once something jumps down in front of you. Taking you by surprise, it takes a moment to realize it was Smokey. While you normally would be more than glad to see the young man, it wasn’t right now. Your heart stopping when you see the crimson liquid dripping from his lips, knowing it was from his lungs, “Stop. Stop! Everyone just stop!”

As you clutch onto Smokey, screaming at everyone, Cobra and Rocky pause in their steps. Well maybe not Cobra if it weren’t for Rocky sticking out a hand to stop him. 

“Are you okay?” You ask as Smokey gets to his feet, a little shaky as he wipes his lips. The man nods his head but makes no effort to move, instead bringing you close so you are behind him. P behind both of you so as to watch your backs.

“Stay… Stay behind,” Smokey chokes out, grabbing your hand and running his thumb over it. As he looks back at you, unable to help yourself–mostly out of worry–you take the sleeve of your jacket and rub away the crimson liquid falling from the man’s lips. An action that has you wincing as Smokey ends up accidentally having a coughing fit into the fabric; Spiting up more blood in the process but you don’t bring your hand away. Too worried about him than anything else. 

“Smokey, you bastard!” Cobra suddenly yells, catching you off guard as you look to see your brother practically fuming as he glares down the male. If looks could kill, right? “I thought of you better than this. You have a sister but you– you still allow your group to manipulate and rape–”

“Hold up! Wait!” You shout, cutting off the extreme conclusion your brother came to. Not even wanting him to finish that sentence. Taking a deep breath you finally decide it was time to address the obvious. No more running away in fear or allowing Smokey to protect you.

“Hino, they never did any of that. I– Smokey and I…” You take your gaze away from your brother to look at Smokey. The haggard man slightly panting in order to breathe but smiles gently as you Interlock your fingers with his. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, “Smokey and I are together.”

“What?”

“Well sort of together,” You say, mumbling slightly; not noticing the tone your brother used, “We became close friends and… things sort of happened… and then I got pregnant. I–”

“You–” Something suddenly smashes nearby, making you jump slightly and cut off your words. Instantly Smokey pushes you further behind him and it takes you a moment to realize it was caused by Cobra. Your brother having kicked something nearby to him in a heat of rage, “You can’t be serious. This– This has to be some sort of lie. He must be manipulating–”

“It’s not!” You yell back, your emotions finally coming crashing down on you, “I just– I just…”

You let out a heavy sigh as you cross your arms, slightly gnawing at your lip as you begin to feel anxious. Especially knowing you had to explain your decision, “I was just scared to tell you, Hino.”

Your brother seems to pause for a moment. His gaze slightly growing less sharp and cold upon hearing your words, “Scared to tell me…?”

“I…” You gulp, feeling tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes. Damn it, “I–I knew I messed up. I don’t regret anything with Smokey but I knew that because he was from another group that it could cause problems. I wanted to tell you but– but– I was scared if it would cause a fight or– or– if it would disappoint you– or–”

You sniff a little, wiping your eyes as tears rolled down your cheek. It's silent from Cobra’s end and you can’t bring yourself to look up at your older brother. Though through blurry vision trained to the ground you see Smokey turn around. Guessing he was looking at you as he began to rub comforting circles in your hand. Unable to help yourself–the simple act reducing you to sobs–you can’t help but throw yourself in the male’s arms; hiding your head in the man’s jacket as you cry.

However as you cry in Smokey’s jacket, trying to calm the aching and horrible feeling in your heart, it isn’t long before a hand grasps your arm and you are pulled into another’s hold. The other person’s arms instantly wrapping around your body tightly as they place their chin on your shoulder. Smelling the cologne and laundry detergent you knew your brother used made you sob even harder when you realized it was him who was holding you.

“I–I’m–m so sorry– Sorry, Hino–” You sob out, your voice breaking and cracking as you attempt to pull yourself together. Especially as your brother hushes you and draws shapes on your shoulder with his hand to get you to calm down. Something he has done ever since you two were kids.

“Idiot… What are you apologizing for?” Cobra says, pulling his head back up so you can see each other. With a small frown on his face, he brings up a thumb and wipes the tear stains from your cheeks, “I’m not angry or disappointed in you. Sure, you and Smokey…”

He takes the chance to send the male a glare from over your shoulder. One you probably would guess, Smokey gave right back; knowing him.

“...I’m not too happy about it but it's at least better than Murayama or… Hyuga. I would definitely kill them if that ever happened.” You can’t help but let out a small choked laugh at your brother’s comment. Especially as he grumbles about the last part, “But, if anything, I’m just upset and worried you felt like you couldn’t tell anyone this.”

“Technically, all of nameless city knew–”

“Doesn’t count.” Your brother sternly says, cutting P off, “You couldn’t have even told Naomi?”

“You know she would instantly tell Yamato or you.”

Your brother huffs but understands that you were very much correct in your assumption. While she kept some secrets from the boys, you knew she would definitely tell the boys about it the moment she found out about anything between you and Smokey. Entirely for your safety of course.

“So…” Your brother starts after a sigh, seeming awkward but you could tell he wanted to ask something, “How long have you and Smokey been a… thing?”

“Well…” You turn to Smokey who seems to freeze at the subject. Knowing this could quickly set Cobra off as well, “We aren’t really together. We sort of…”

“…are messing around?”

“No, no,” You say, quickly reassuring your brother as he attempts to go around you. Likely to give Smokey a piece of his mind if he thought of you as a ‘fun time’, “It wasn’t physical. Definitely not at first. We would just… rely on the other to share our deepest secrets and to seek reassurance when we weren’t okay. It isn't until later that the other stuff just… happened.” 

Grumbling under his breath, your brother seems still quite unhappy about the whole situation but honestly–-truly honest–his reaction could have been a lot worse. Especially knowing him and all the scenarios you conjured up in your head. 

It is only as heavy boots approach you, that you forgot about one crucial thing. A thing that makes your blood run cold once more.

“Sor–Sorry, Rocky,” You murmur sheepishly, glancing at the Rascals leader as he approaches. While he outwardly didn’t look pissed, some of the White Rascals men were definitely beaten up. A clear indicator in the bruises and cuts on Kaito, Kizzy and Koo’s faces as they walk up behind their leader, “Sorry you got dragged into this mess–”

However, the White Rascals leader raises his hand, signaling you to stop in your rant. A small smile gracing his lips, that quickly disappears as you blink. Reaching into his pocket, the man pulls out a business card and gives it to you.

“If shit hits the fan again and you need help,” He starts, pulling down his sunglasses he gives you a knowing wink, “Don’t hesitate to call.”

“Hey.” Your brother warns as the White Rascal leader walks away. But, the Rascals don’t listen and just ignore your brother; instead cheering and exhaustingly leaving as they eaves you goodbye. The only one seeming to still pay attention to your group was Kizzy. The young woman holding up a small picture–almost making you choke on your spit as you instantly identify it–and sending you a knowing smile.

“You better stop by at the club,” Kizzy yells as Kaito wraps an arm around her shoulder, beginning to lead her away, “I want to see more of these cuties.”

“Hey!” Yu yells as he leaps down next to you guys. However the Rascals are already walking down the metal steps; no longer in hearing distance, “That’s ours!”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” You reassure, stopping the younger male from chasing after them. Clearly pouting at the fact they stole something they were waiting for, “I got plenty of extra copies.”

“Extra copies…?” Cobra asks as Yu yells upwards at Takeshi. Asking him to come down so as to get his copy. Once more you freeze as you realize your brother has no idea about the appointment today… nor the results.

“Well…” You start as Takeshi joins you guys. A nervous sweat breaking out as you see the rest of Sannoh and Rude Boys coming out from the structure as well, coming to likely see what the ruckus is about, “...twin genes, am I right?”

As Takeshi holds out a picture to Cobra, you back up and return to Smokey’s side. Allowing Sannoh and your brother to process what exactly they were seeing. Hoping their reaction wouldn’t be too bad as you left them alone with the other Rude Boys.

“You okay?” You ask Smokey, cupping the male’s face. His stern eyes easing as you approach; seeming to melt into your touch as he wraps a hand around your waist. Always liking you close by within arms length.

Instead of responding, Smokey leans in and takes your lips with his. While you flinch a little at the sticky feeling, reminding you he was just coughing up blood a few moments ago, you eventually relax and return the loving kiss. Humming as Smokey takes his other calloused hand and gently cups the back of your neck. Playing with the baby hairs located there that causes shivers to shoot up your spine.

As Smokey pulls away, a loving gaze on his face. You can’t help but grin uncontrollably back at him. An action he seems to like as he wraps you in his arms and presses kisses to your face. A smile beginning to grow on his—

“Smokey… I think we should have a talk.”

Uh oh.

You forgot about Cobra standing right there. 

Just a Taste (Sarah)

Mighty Warriors! Sarah x Reader (She/Her)

Song: Too Deep - dvsn

Summary: You catch Sarah's eye.

WC: 0.4k

Notes: Suggestive! My works can be violent, contain gore, and other mature themes. so i noticed there isn't really any wlw on high & low tumblr and i wanna change that. this might not get a lot of attention but thats okay! this is completely self-indulgent. not edited.

You ignored a lot around you. Nothing that ever interested you came your way here anyways. It was a place of convenience, somewhere you can get some sort of alcohol in your system after a long day.

A thud on your right caught your attention. A shot glass on the bar, with black manicured nails around it.

The corner of her lips curved, "Sorry. Was that yours?" Her apology was empty, but her eyes were burning on you. Easily, your skin heated up by her presence.

If you weren't already buzzed you might have felt insecure at the way she looked at every inch of you.

"You could buy me another one," You nodded with your chin in your palm. "Y'know. To make it up to me."

The two of you shared quiet smiles as she got the bartender's attention.

"Sarah."

"(Y/n)."

She couldn't help it, from the moment Sarah saw you she needed to know how it felt to kiss you.

That's how you had ended up pressed against a wall, her lips against yours with unwavering desire. Sarah smiled at the way you sighed when she slipped her hands to your hips.

You melted at the feeling, at the feelings. She tasted like tequila and lemon, smelled like something expensive and strong. It had you so lost in her that your hips had a mind of their own and started grinding against her.

Sarah let out a laugh between kisses, you did too.

Only the flashing lights from the stage lit up the corner you two were in. Sarah wanted a dark corner, somewhere Ryu or Ice or anyone else wouldn't bother her.

She wanted something all to herself tonight. Something that didn't involve getting into turf wars and always having to prove her physical strength. It blurred so many days together. Even the overly passionate music the Mighty Warriors would make had no effect on her.

Sarah didn't know if this was just a fun saturday night for you. In the deepest corners of her heart, she hoped you wouldn't be another face she would never see again.

You pulled away, hands cupped around her face.

"I think we need to stop," You sighed looking at her with your blown pupils.

Oh.

"I understand," She quietly acknowledged, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Yeah," you bit your lip, "I don't think I'll be able to stop myself if I keep going. But... can I get your number?"

To answer, she kissed you again.

The Warriors Princess part 1

Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic! I hope you like it! Thank you for the amazing writers that inspired me. It’s not the best but I will have to edit later.

Tsuji & Shibaman x Ice’s younger sister x Platonic Ice and Diddy and Mighty Warriors

“You know this is a big deal right? The last thing you two need to do is make a fool out of yourselves.” Todoroki said from his normal position on the coach on the roof. Everyone was giving the two advice on how to act while meeting their girlfriends older brothers.

“Don’t back down from them.” - Yasushi

“Fight them to show you two are the best.” - Kiyoshi

“Don’t fight!!! Show them you have style.” - Nakagoshi

“What?!? No show how strong you are. Fight them!” - Nakaoka

“Maybe just be yourselves? That’s why your girlfriend likes you both, not for your ability to pick a fight.” - Tsukasa

“No! You need to show them that you can protect (Y/N)-chan. Fight them!” - Fujio

The group continued to throw out advice at the two which only increased their nervousness. The two really liked the girl so they didn’t want to mess it up. The only thing they really knew how to do right is fight and their music….. Maybe they should pick a fight with them.

“Okay everyone. Shut the fuck up.” Todoroki shouted, shutting the others up for a moment before they yelled back at him. He only sighed before he focused on the two.

“Do not pick a fight with her brothers. You guy’s already seen how she fights and that means she learned it from some where. Probably more deadly. You two pick a fight, you will be thrown back here beaten and with no girlfriend.” He told the two sternly, hoping they understood.

Tsuji and Shibaman nod at their friends words. They remember the day they met their girlfriend. They had been walking to their favorite restaurant when they could hear shouting coming from the side of the restaurant. When they looked they could see the most beautiful girl they have ever seen. (Yes they talked about it afterwards.) She had been surrounded by a group of men in black, but she looked bored. When they were about to shout at the men to leave her alone, she suddenly kicked two of them sending them flying into another two. She suddenly punched another in the face, sending him to the floor while another tried to grab her from behind before she flipped them off of her and snapping their arm. Before they knew it all the guys were passed out. (You can not tell me Ice and Diddy don’t train their younger sibling. I see not only them but the rest of the Mighty Warriors as well.)

The only thing they could say out loud was “Wow.” at the same time. This caused the girl to turn her attention to them. They could see the girl was tense still so they raised their hands in surrender to show they were not their to fight. This caused the girl to relax a little but not completely. The two introduced themselves and that’s when they met (Y/N). They asked her if she wanted to eat with them. A little confused, she said yes.

The three start talking and hanging out almost every day after school and soon enough Tsuji and Shibaman ask the girl out and she accepts them both.

After a few months of dating though she tells them her older brothers and their friends want to meet them. This brings us back to their situation today.

“I don’t want us to lose her though.” Shibaman states quietly, gently running his hand over the bracelet (Y/N) got him a few weeks ago.

“She actually accepts us. Not just one or the other, but both. She doesn’t expect us to do things for her. She doesn’t try to ditch one for the other. She just wants us. No one has ever just wanted us.” Tsuji added afterwards, gripping the necklace that (Y/N) has also gotten him at the same time.

Todoroki sighed, but he knew his friends were serious. When he first met (Y/N) he hadn’t been sure if she was with them for the right reasons but after seeing them all together and happy he knew they were right for each other. He also knew she was good because once Fujio meet her he was excited and talking with her without a care in the world. Tsukasa right behind him just listening, but would smile at a few come backs.

“Maybe we can follow you on the meeting. That way if something goes wrong. We can help.” Fujio suggested which was followed by loud agreement by the rest of the group ( Besides Tsukasa who thought it was a bad idea.) Todoroki couldn’t help the four head smack to himself at the suggestion, leaving a large red imprint on his forehead. Though the suggestion seemed to relax the two. Todoroki sighed.

“Fine, we’ll follow, but only for 30 minutes. If it seems like it’s going good. We’re leaving.” Todoroki stated causing the others to shout in excitement. “Where are you meeting her and her brothers?”

Tsuji pulled out his phone and opened his messages before looking at everyone else “Does anyone remember where the Funk Jungle is?

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[2.5k] Pairing | Takajo Tsukasa x afab!reader Summary | tsukasa just can't keep his hands off his girlfriend for some strange reason. Maybe he just likes her new perfume? Warnings | 18+ smut, swearing, established relationship, mild angst but not really? Reader is just mad, pet names (baby, babygirl), making out, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), semi-public sex, mentions of alcohol Authors Note | yeah I know all my banners are inconsistent sometimes they just don't wanna do as they're told, I'll figure it out eventually. this was supposed to be a short blurb- Request | someone on discord but I forgot who it was I'm sorry 💀

She was getting worried. No, she was concerned. Four hours in and her head started becoming fuzzy, she wasn’t exactly sure how many more tequila shots she could manage until she crashed. Yet, four hours in and her boyfriend was still a no-show.

It was embarrassing really. Gushing about how sweet her boyfriend was, how loyal he was yet all she’d done since the party started was check her phone. How utterly embarrassing. All she wanted was to introduce Tsukasa, her friend’s birthday party being the perfect opportunity but instead, all she had done was repeat the same excuse the whole night. She thought bringing him to see her crowd would bring them closer, not that she hated the Oya High boys, but there was only so much roughhousing and wound patching a woman could take before a favour turned into a chore. And since she’d just graduated, showing Tsukasa what her lifestyle was like was supposed to be a fun bonding activity, to show him what her life was like.

Sliding her phone into her back pocket for the final time, sighing deeply, y/n adjusted her hair and joined in her friend’s conversation, coincidentally, about their relationships. One of her friends, Sai, had recently got into her first serious one, and hearing her fumble about the dos and don’ts and worry about the little things was refreshing in a way. It was a canon event after all. Her other friend, Yoko, had just dumped her boyfriend, in short, he was a cheater. Enough said. She watched their eyes flicker around the room and back towards her as if they were begging for some explanation of her boyfriend’s whereabouts, or if he was even real to begin with.

“So yeah, I’m really hoping he doesn’t dare show his face here, it’s my birthday after all.” Yoko giggled, sipping her drink.

“Speaking of,” Sai looked directly at y/n, raising her eyebrow, and throwing a smirk, “Where’s this Tsukasa we’ve been hearing about? He is coming, right?”

Y/n’s breath shuddered, her face feeling hot as she opened her mouth to speak. What was she supposed to say? She thought he was coming four hours ago, but that never happened. Her heart pounded, palms beginning to sweat, maybe from the heat of the living room or maybe from the pressure, hard to tell.

She swallowed, a nervous smile upon her lips. Opening her mouth to speak, two arms snaked around her waist, lips placing a kiss to her neck and the familiar spiced cologne engulfing her. Y/n’s body melted back into his, heart relaxing and finally a sense of relief washing over her.

“Right here.” She grinned, Tsukasa resting his head on her shoulder and giving her friends a polite smile. Sai and Yoko giggled and began to shower her with questions upon questions, bombarding her with demands to spill details. Meanwhile, his arms hugged her waist tighter, nose diving back into her neck to soak up whatever the captivating fragrance she wore was. He’d never smelt that one before, and he’d spent a lot of time nestled into her shoulder to know what perfume she was wearing by now. But this one? Oh, this was new. This sent hot flushes through his veins, stomach flipping and deeming him a dizzy lovesick fool. Whatever it was, he couldn’t help but press gently kisses to her jaw, down her neck and to her shoulder, shamelessly while y/n’s friends watched with rose-tinted cheeks and side-eyes, half-listening to y/n’s voice sound like a sweet melody to his ears.

He pulled back, resting his chin on her shoulder, his eyes meeting her friends directly, burning through them. Y/n’s lip tugged into a smirk, he may have been late, but he didn’t disappoint in introductions. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t the slightest bit smug that Tsukasa was all over her in the open, bringing her chatterbox friends speechless by his ways. But regardless, all the heat from her body went straight to her core, thighs doing their best to subtly clench together.

Shoving him roughly into the bathroom, y/n kicked the door closed and locked it. She spun on her heel, pressing her finger into Tsukasa’s chest as he backed into the counter, a proud smirk painted on his face while watching her chest rise and fall with every deep breath she took.

“What fucking time do you call this? Do you know how embarrassing it was to stand out there and have people ask where you were? ‘Kasa, you had one job! All I wanted was to bring you to one of my functions with my friends to show you off!” she rambled, holding back the urge to scream at him, but in the privacy of the bathroom where sound bounced off the tiles, she settled for an appropriate volume.

“M’sorry, baby,” his fingers hooked around her belt loops, purely to pull her into his crotch and get a whiff of her fragrance, “Got into an…altercation and wanted to make sure I looked good for you.”

Y/n dropped her finger, sliding both hands around his nape. Her shoulders dropped in defeat, forehead meeting his collarbone. She could bite anyone’s head off for hours if she wanted, but not his. Tsukasa had this sweet smile and soft voice, never angry and never raised at her. Every word dripping in sincerity.

“When I said meet me for eight, I meant eight on the dot. I told you how much this meant, and you still let me down. What the fuck was so much more important? Huh? You’re a dick, I hope you know that.” She spat, still looking at the floor, voice almost muffled by his shirt.

He chuckled with his shit-eating grin, “Quite the attitude you got, baby.” Unhooking his fingers, his hands met firmly with her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs and kissing the top of her head.

Y/n raised her head and looked up at him doe-like eyes boring daggers into his, although slightly hazy, glossy from the shots to get her through his absence, “Yeah? What are you ‘gonna do? Fuck it outta me? Couldn’t even come to the party let alone cum in me.”

Both gazes locked onto each other, watching grins drop into straight faces, eyebrows softening to what could only be assumed as brains thinking while music thumped in the background, slightly muffled but either way the buzz of the bathroom fan kept them grounded to where they stood exactly. Y/n fingers carded through the hairs on the nape of his neck, exactly the way he liked it, the way that made his eyes almost roll to the back of his head. A low grumble left his throat at the way she tugged; gaze locked onto him with a fiery passion burning through her. His cock strained in his jeans painfully, his hands sliding from her hips to her ass, cupping them like his prized possession. She dragged her hand from his neck to his cheek with a feathery weight, taking it into her palm and running the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip. So pretty. His brown, puppy eyes almost pleading for something. So pretty her pussy throbbed with how pathetic he looked under the bright light and some horny song playing from the living room. His limbs surged with adrenaline, her perfume shooting its spell into his veins all over again, going straight to his stiff cock.

Tsukasa pulled her closer, chests pressing into each other and cock proudly introducing itself between her legs, “Babygirl, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked.” His voice vibrated low, pleasant on her ears. So much so that sparks flushed through her. He’d never been this horny, not that she’d been around to witness. Did his dick always feel that good against her?

“We’re in public! What if someone hears?” her eyes widened and eyebrows raised, voice lowering into a whisper-yell. There was only so long you could hide in a bathroom until someone wanted their turn, but at least it was clean, and so far, the coast was clear. Tsukasa’s head leant into her palm, taking her thumb between his lips, and giving it a gentle suck, watching the fire glaze across her eyes. Releasing it from his mouth, letting it rest upon his bottom lip again, he smirked.

“So? Didn’t you want to show me off?”

Standing on her toes she pressed her lips to his, melting into each other hungrily. Tsukasa’s hands kneaded her ass, pushing his pelvis into hers and pulling a moan from her throat. Y/n’s hands found their way to his hair, carding through the stands and gently tugging until he could hold back at least a growl. That was his problem, she knew his weak spots and unfortunately having his hair pulled just made it harder to not rip her clothes off.

Pulling away with a shaky breath, he dove into her neck, taking a long sniff of her god-forsaken perfume again before. She tilted her head slightly, one of his hands moving her hair off her shoulder to douse her neck in open-mouthed kisses, savouring the arousal that led his hips to rut into hers.

Y/n whimpers dripped with saccharine with every nip to her skin, her hand sliding down to this cock to grope it over his jeans, yearning to hear the low growl emit from him, the kind that drenched her panties and made the world a little blurry.

“Such a fuckin’ tease.” He grumbled into her skin, detaching himself from her and throwing his head back. Like a hawk, she watched his Adam’s apple bob, straining whimpers bouncing off the walls and through her ears like her favourite song playing on repeat.

Feeling his cock leak with pre-cum, Tsukasa gripped her wrist, pulling her hand off and spinning her around so her back hit the counter. No words left anyone, just the hot breath from their lips and chests heaving into each other’s.

“You smell s’good, baby. Drivin’ me crazy. What y’wearin’?”

 “Pheromones. Bought it for you.”

 “Fuckin’ hell, c’mere” He kissed her again, lapping their tongues in a languid motion with spit forming a layer on their lips. Reaching down to her cargos and undoing the button, he slipped his hand down her panties, fingers finding her throbbing clit and rubbing slow circles. Moans tore through her, pulling out the kiss to lull her head into his shoulder. Tsukasa chuckled into her neck, fingers soothing and listening to his favourite sounds reverberate, soaking in the fact he made her feel that way.

“More, ‘Kasa,” she withered, goosebumps flooding up her arms and hips rocking into his fingers, “need you, please.”

Two fingers dipped into her slick, sliding through her folds, and feeling her nails dig into his shoulders as her pussy begged for the attention. He slowly pumped his digits, curling them until she wailed out his name, letting her squirm in his hold.

“Shit,” he swore, slipping his fingers out swiftly, spinning y/n around to face the mirror and tugging her cargos, “off. Bend over.”

She obeyed, hastily wiggling her bottoms off, panties in pursuit and following his instructions, catching his eyes in the mirror. Tsukasa fumbled with his belt, tugging his jeans down and pulling his cock out, spitting in his palm and giving it a couple of strokes before lining himself up and letting her cunt swallow him.

“Fuck! ‘Kasa,” she whined, hands laying flat on the marble counter, “S’good.”

Firm hands landing on her hips with a bruising grip, Tsukasa bottomed out and slowly rocked into her warm walls and buried his face into the crook of her neck. Y/n’s jaw fell open, adrenaline feeling like electrical surges in her veins and fogging her mind like the mirror in front of her, the one she watched her boyfriend increase his pace. What began as gentle grinding turned to pounding in a matter of seconds, the poor boy barely being able to help himself with the aroma of pheromones intoxicating him. One hand released her hip, fingers finding homage on her clit, stimulating with enough pressure to match the euphoria from his cock pounding into her. Drawing his cock out just to slam it back in harshly, watching her tits bounce, pussy swallowing him with nothing but sheer ecstasy submerging him in a pool of pleasure, he felt like a different person had taken over his body. He never imagined himself fucking his girlfriend senseless in her friend’s bathroom because her perfume got him so undeniably horny, it was like she wanted his attention like that.  

“Doin’ s’well for me, baby.” He panted in her ear, never shying away from letting his vocals known to her. A heat coiled in her stomach, one arm reaching behind her and looping around his head, holding his face into her neck while his arm snaked around her waist, relishing in the way her walls clenched around him as his thrusts became sloppier.

“Tsukasa!” she mewled, grip on reality slipping from her.

“Yes, baby? Say it loud and clear.” He rasped, feeling himself become closer to the edge with the way she chanted his name like a mantra.

“Please, ‘Kasa. M’gonna cum.”

“Me too, baby.” Y/n’s hands slammed against the counter, Tsukasa’s grip on her hips deathly as he slammed his cock into her cunt, lifting one leg on the counter and pushing her further onto the marble and fucking her deeper, groaning himself not only at the sounds that tore through her as he’d ripped an orgasm straight through her but at how she wrapped around him perfectly like a glove. She succumbed entirely to him, writhing under his embrace and completely enamoured by the way he grunted and whined as she soaked his pulsing cock.

He placed a sloppy kiss on her neck, “Such a good girl f’me, that’s it.” He purred, watching her lips quiver and chest pant in the mirror, his muscles relaxing as he released a satisfied groan into the room. His body fell limp, arms wrapping snug around her waist, holding her stable as she brought her leg down to stand on two feet again while thick ropes of cum spilt into her cunt. They stayed like that for a second, catching their breaths, an exhausted giggle filling the silence here and there. Y/n’s eyes diverted to the mirror – steamed up from the heat radiating off their bodies – and wearily pressed her finger to it.

A heart. Gently, she dragged her finger around the condensation to draw a heart around their faces, colouring it in and wiping the fog off. Tsukasa lulled his head from her shoulder, giving a lazy smile upon seeing her drawing. She smiled back. It could have been the adrenaline, or maybe it was straight from her heart but wherever the fuel came from, it made her chest swell seeing him give her a smile that made his eyes crease. He looked so pretty when he was fucked out, even under the blinding light, in a small bathroom where he was still stuffed deep inside her. He may have shown up incredibly late to the party, but deep down she was glad he just turned up eventually, and maybe wearing that pheromone perfume just to show off was worth the money after all.

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kill my time ♡ murayama yoshiki

soulmate au : a number you get on your wrist when you turn twenty tells you when you’ll meet the one

reader has a brother who remains unnamed ; reader has difficulties sleeping

——♡——

It wouldn’t show up until you turned twenty — your soulmark. You wouldn’t know what it was until your birthday, mind exploring the different fonts and colors and shapes it could be. It could be a time, a date, a name, a sentence ; but you wouldn’t know until you turned twenty. 

And you were already impatient for it to happen. 

You were eleven when your brother brought home a new friend. Murayama Yoshiki was two years older than you, already had a band-aid on the left side of his cheek, and was hunched over when you met. His right hand was bruised and he had a permanent scowl on his face. The toys you were playing with disappeared as the two older boys stood above you. 

“[Name],” your brother spoke. He pointed at the bruised boy with his thumb, puffing out his chest proudly as he continued. “This is ‘Yama. My new friend. Be a nice sibling and get us a snack, hm?”

You only blinked, “get it yourselves.”

Attention occupied by the toys in front of you once more, you missed how your brother deflated. Murayama let out a snort before it grew into loud, obnoxious giggles. He patted your brother on the back, “didn’t teach you to fight so you could be mean to a kid!” Murayama then crouched down in front of you, “whatcha playin’? Can we join?”

And so life went on with one more included in your dinner nights and play times.

Growing up with Murayama, there was never a dull moment. The boy was always cracking jokes, getting into fights, standing up for you when your brother bullied you. It was fun ; he was fun.

You stayed up all night to see what your soulmark would be. A matching tattoo would be pretty ; a timer counting down more convenient than anything. To your luck, a small 11 was printed on the inside of your left wrist. That meant you’d meet your soulmate in eleven years — easy enough. All you had to do was wait.

——♡——

There’s a knock on the front door that startles you awake. Pausing, you wait to see if it was real or something you’d misheard — and then a solid bang! jolts it again. You groan, shuffling from your warm, comfy bed to swing the front door open.

Murayama stands there, sheepish and alert as he peers in behind you. Sighing, you grumble, “he’s not here. Spent the night at his ass of the week’s house.”

The curly haired boy deflates but inches by you anyways as you open the door wider and let him in. You yawn, eyes catching sight of the clock and blanch at the time. “Why’re you here anyways?”

“Fishing.” He holds two fists up, one circling around as if he’s reigning in a reel. Murayama stuffs his hands into his pockets after, rocking on his heels briefly. “He’s really not home?”

“No,” you sigh out. “The sun’s not even up yet, ‘yama. The hell’re you fishing for?”

He doesn’t answer, looking over your disheveled attire and puffy eyes. “Don’t act like you were sleeping.”

“Jus’ drifted off, actually!” You give him the stink eye before turning on your heel and heading back towards your bedroom. Murayama follows behind you slowly, as if he’s testing his limits ; as if he’d never been alone with you before. You glare again as you plop back into your blankets, “no thanks to you.”

There’s a small light that’s shining in the center of your room, illuminating the area softly. It smells like lavender — your pillows, your sheets, the laundry detergent you use. All in vain ; Murayama knows it never helped you fall asleep.

“Gonna wait for him here?” Your voice is quieter ; it matches the atmosphere you’d created. He can barely see you in the dim lights, but Murayama knows you’ve cozied back up. “You’re welcome to. I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight!”

He rocks on his feet again as you turn over harshly, your back facing him. The room settles before you huff and glare at him over your shoulder. “What do you want, delinquent?”

Scrunching his nose at the old nickname, he shrugs. “You look comfy, s’all…” Murayama tilts his head side to side — your eyes narrow even more. You know where this is going. “And it is pretty early…. ‘M a little tired still…”

You groan and turn over, burying your face into your well-worn pillow. He thinks you didn’t take the bait ; thinks you won’t give in the way you typically do. But, Murayama wins most games he plays and you’re not exempt from that. “Jus’ get in already.”

Giddily, he’s jumping in beside you before he can think. You squeal when his leg rubs yours — “no sleepin’ in my bed with your jeans on!”

He’s tossing and turning endlessly, bare legs slipping against your own as he turns to the left. With a huff, Murayama lays on his back, slamming his hands onto the blanket below him. You sigh, raising up and crossing your arms in annoyance. “Are you done now, delinquent?”

“Can’t get comfy,” he says through a pout. You roll your eyes, relaxing your arms and posture as you think about just settling down and sleeping whether he was or not. Wide, brown eyes look your way, “help me, [name].”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” You clench your teeth as he shrugs, wiggling once more. 

Suddenly, your right wrist is gathered in Murayama’s grip as he slings you forward. You gulp, looking down at him now as he grins. “This could help…”

“How would me hovering over you help you sleep?” Your voice has softened ; quieted at the lack of space between you. Your fingers clench in a fist as he slightly scoots down so that your noses brush now. “Do you want me to just sleep in the air?”

You’re on your back before you can think. Murayama is caging you against your bed now, the cutely shaped light in your room illuminating from behind him like a halo. You gulp, eyes widening as he lowers his face even further, the hand that was gripping your wrist letting go. 

Slowly, Murayama’s hand meets the center of your chest, palm open as he tilts his head. “Heart’s beatin’ so fast, [name],” he’s quiet as he speaks. “Am I makin’ you nervous?”

How could he not be? He’s hovering over you, wavy strands tickling your forehead as he shifts his weight ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat as Murayama’s eyes meet yours — he just stares. 

“A little,” you squeak out. He grins at the noise ; only the right side of his lips lifting into a crooked, uneven smile. “Are you going to sleep in the air?”

Murayama lets out a loud sigh as he tilts his head, his hand creeping up to rest on your left cheek now. “I’m tryin’ to flirt with you, ya know? Why won’t you let me?”

“We—” your eyes drop to his grin before snapping them back up once more. His smile seems to widen at this, going to both sides of his mouth now. “Soulmates, delinquent. We both have someone out there, waiting for us.”

He frowns, curly hair falling into his eyes ; you resist the urge to brush it away for him. “Don’t think it could be me?”

“I’ve already met you.” Your voice is quiet again as you speak, defeated and accepting of the truth. Murayama wasn’t your soulmate, and he never would be — no matter how much both of you wanted it. “I still have a few more years to meet mine.”

As if to mock you — as if to make the truth burn more — the mark on Murayama’s wrist rubs against the one on yours. It’s warm, comforting as they touch. He sighs, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, “wish it was different.”

“Me too,” you admit. Murayama pulls away to look at you, eyes widening at your confession. You shrug half-heartedly, as best as you could when he was still holding you down. “For a while, I guess. High school was hell for me — thought about you a lot.”

Letting out a groan, the delinquent lets his head fall to your collarbone as he huffs against it. His breath is warm and tickles where it touches — you try not to think about it. “Wish I knew. Had the biggest crush on you.”

Tugging your bottom lip beneath your teeth, you tentatively rake a hand through his hair. Murayama sags against you even more, almost falling on you. “Had?”

“Still do, I think.” Letting out another sigh, the man leaves a barely-there kiss against your neck before lifting himself above you once more. His smile is shaky ; untruthful as he looks down at you. “Let’s get some rest now, hm?”

——♡——

You’re groggy as you wake up a few hours later. The blankets are still warm and slept-in ; Murayama must’ve just left. You let out a yawn, heading to the bathroom before following your growling stomach into the kitchen. Your brother is there now, deep in a conversation with his delinquent friend as you trudge your way to the refrigerator.

“Did either of you dunces make food?” Silence is the only thing that greets you. Raising your eyebrows in confusion, you turn to look at the men. Murayama’s mouth is wide open, gaping as he looks from you to your brother. The other questions his friend’s reaction, shrugging at you before leaving to shower. “Is that a no, then?”

Murayama is suddenly stomping your way, determination hitting every inch of him. Carelessly — but still gently enough to not hurt you — he pulls your left wrist to sit parallel with his own. “When we met…” he says through gritted teeth, “this could be the age we met.”

Your little 11 is side-by-side with his 13. You did meet then ; springly children who were already worrying about soulmates and new coloring books simultaneously. You gulp, your hands turning into fists as you think it over.

And, really, it’s so embarrassing how quickly you jump on him. Your clothes are still a disheveled, slept in mess ; face still puffy and voice still groggy. You know it’s not perfect — not the right, ideal time — but you leap forward and kiss Murayama anyways.

A gasp leaves his mouth as you settle against him, your tattooed wrists brushing and burning once more. You pull away briefly — only to grin at the way he chases after you — and give in immediately to kiss him again. Lightly tugging him away by his hair this time, you eye him for a minute. “This is real — we could be real?”

Murayama grins roguishly, pressing his lips to yours. He doesn’t pull away much, only enough to whisper, “think we've been real for a while.” Your grin meets his as you kiss him again.

——♡—— ofc this is for all my h&l loves @straysugzhpe @star2fishmeg @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @high-lowincorrect muah muah muah!! hopefully ill get done with this series soon bc i didnt expect to take this long </3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

dating todoroki yosuke

todoroki scares the shit out of you at first meeting

it’s red dawn and you’re in front of your house to open the door

and when you turn around, you see him, standing as a statue on the corner of the street and staring at you

he has his poker-face

you’re scared

but it’s not that dark and you’re not that clever (you think so), so you decide that the best way to understand what the hell is going on is to ask him directly

but he runs away and you’re not able to get him no matter how much you want to

luckily nothing strange happens that night

but you notice him some days later when you come home again

and when he starts coming to you with this aggressive face, you’re pretty ready to fight for your life

but he passes you and kicks two guys who appeare hell knows from where

so in the end: you’re completely lost and understand nothing, todoroki has a scrape on his cheek and guys are well beaten

it turns out (while he threatens them and they say they won’t come near you anymore) that their gang was said that you’re a woman who sells drugs and you’re interfered in some problems and so on, but the informant gave them the wrong person and you just look very similar

and as this problem with drugs was important for many schools, todoroki decided to talk with this woman himself

but you’re not her

and when he noticed that you were followed

well, that’s why he was following you – he was not scaring you, he was frightening off these bastards

it’s alright right now

when he briefly describes this situation to you, you don’t even have time to thank him properly

he just says “it’s done” and leaves

damn it you think

but you somehow manage to suggest he’s from oya high

and you tend to think you’re a polite person

so you come there to thank him

does anyone know who put the whole school on it? yeah it’s you

these boys are too stunned to speak cause you’re just standing in the middle of the yard and looking for someone to ask how to find this man

luckily for you fujio (you think he’s rather cute) freaks out and shows you the way

and well

all school freaks out too because todoroki spills out his juice when he sees you

you smile sincerely and thank him finally

you look at each other, he’s with his a little bit more shocked poker face and you’re with shining eyes

and well you’re a bit confused cause the whole damn school looks at your too and you hear someone whispers “has our todoroki found a girlfriend?”

and guess what

you escape

you notice him following you on your way back home for the whole week

you know he knows you know he’s looking after you

and you also know he doesn’t stalk, just makes sure you’re okay

that continues for a week more

until you stop, turn back and ask him if he’s hungry

to be honest, you grow to like being the cause of his hardly noticeable shocked face

but you feed him dinner anyway

he doesn’t talk, just eats and sometimes peeks at you

you just laughs silently

so you invite him home more and more often

the more it continues, the longer he stays

he starts talking

so one day he leaves around midnight cause you two got lost in the conversation

fujio faints when you two start dating

it’s like

you two seat there with reserved looks on your faces

you read, he reads

you don’t talk

but when someone from oya (expect for todoroki’s friends) makes a slightest way up to you, he glares at them so fiercely that it’s just killing

you literally don’t know if you’re pleased with his protectiveness or you should interfere each time or otherwise he’ll definitely kill someone

it’s not abusive protectiveness by the way

he just knows that gangs are dangerous

you saw his devil fight mode for the first time when some drunk man offends you

and well you truly have to put all your power to keep your man away from killing

it’s well-known he’s crazy in his devil mode

and well it seems that this mood has one more case for appearing

cause when kisses you

damn it, it’s boiling

he’s so passionate

like you feel he tries to hold back cause he doesn’t want to do anything against your will or scary your or anything else

but his desire just shows off whenever you touch him, kiss him or just stay near

it’s not something dirty, he's just overwhelmed with his feelings

when he reads and you take a book from his hands, take off his glasses, slick back his hair and kiss him firstly on eyelids and then on lips

he losses it

he’s far from this cute and always cuddling and so boyfriend, but you want him as he is

it’s you who say “i’m in love with you” the first

he’s too stunned to say anything again

but he catches up after

It was 9:30, half an hour until the shop would close when he came in the door.

"This is the third night in a row you've shown up unannounced at my job, what's going on?"

"I was in the neighborhood, knew you were closing up soon, realized I missed you, and wanted to walk you home."

-Fujio, Cobra, Masaki, Murayama, Yamoto, Arata, Seiji, Mikey, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Draken, Inupi, Kakucho, Shinichiro

I'm in need of a High&Low friends!

Like rn

Now

I need them

I need to discuss everything with you guys!

Everything

And if you listen to EXILE in any form?

When you wanna get married?

I'll message you right away, so don't be surprised!

@pscentral event 19: music @userdramas get to know me bingo: original soundtrack

HiGH&LOW 2015-2016 (original release) —template

SHIONO AKIHISA as ODAJIMA YUKEN —HIGH&LOW THE WORST (2019)

A collection of pretty delinquents from High & Low The Worst, for my own, lax version of inktober ☺️

i was today years old when i discovered that the back of murayama’s jacket said “fighters by day, lovers by night, drunkards by choice” like lmao WHAT