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This was too much.

After everything that's happened between the both of you, you were now expected to be completely alone with him?

You rested a hand over your heart, the speed at which it was beating making you even more nervous. But why should you be nervous? Didn't you want this? Isn't that why you kissed him in the first place?

Your internal issue seemed to grow larger and larger as your body unconsciously traced Ozo's steps, suddenly finding yourself in the doorway of the main room. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Ozo.

The sun filled the room with light, the bright glow shadowing Ozo's figure as he sat on the matted floor, casually leaning back on his arms with his eyes closed, basking in the sun's warmth. A white shine outlined his body, lighting his face aglow and burning his hair a deep auburn.

He looked ethereal. It was as if he didn't belong here, on this plain Earth.

"[Y/N]?" He called, casting his dark orbs over to you, half-lidded with a lazy, almost sleepy grin. He waved a hand over, beckoning you closer. "If you don't sit down soon, I'm gonna end up eating all the food before you get a bite!"

Snapping out of your daze, you nodded in response before seating yourself across from him, averting your face down towards the table. You couldn't look him in the eye.

"What were you planning on doing today?" Ozo asked after a few moments of silent chewing. You paused, chopsticks stuck between your pursed lips.

"I... I don't know," you answered truthfully. "I haven't actually thought about that yet."

"Oh? Then you can hang out with me!" He grinned widely.

"Are we going somewhere again?"

"Hmm..." he thought for a moment, cupping his chin and screwing his eyes shut (in a way that you most definitely did not find cute) before sighing heavily.

"We can't. There's nowhere for us to go today, everyone's busy," he began counting off his fingers. "Chorosuke's already out teaching for the day, Takashi said that he was busy reorganising his kitchen at the cafe, and Jyushimatsu is already off doing his own thing. I tried to find him this morning, but he was gone by then."

"I see... But what can we do here?" Was it really okay to do anything without Chorosuke's or Dayoko's permission? You didn't want to do anything that would make them angry.

"Plenty of things! Like..! ... Like..." he hung onto the word, leaning back onto his arms again. Each time he repeated himself, he sunk lower onto the floor until he was laying flat out on his back, humming to himself in deep thought once more.

You glanced down at the table, absentmindedly eyeing the assortment of breakfast foods spread out for you. Suddenly, your eyes lit up as a thought passed through your mind.

"Would Chorosuke mind if we borrowed his kitchen for a little while?" Ozo raised his head, barely able to see you over the low table. Heaving himself upwards, he replied:

"Probably not? Why do you ask?"

"Maybe we could do some baking? Cupcakes are really easy for me to make," you proposed, setting your utensils down. A small smile etched onto your face, your excitement to bake all too clear, and too adorable, for Ozo. He blinked at you, breaking out into a grin.

"Seeing as it's you, he won't mind at all!" He swiftly stood up from his seat, hurrying to you and pulling you up as well. "Let's get started, then!"

"Wait! The dishes—"

"They'll get picked up, don't worry about it!"

You didn't get to say much else as you were led down the corridor in a new direction, presumably towards the kitchen so you could make a start.

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The kitchen was huge, but you shouldn't have expected anything less at this point. Despite the house being mostly traditionally styled, the kitchen was more modern, with sleek table tops and the walls almost entirely covered in cupboards.

You ran a hand over the marble top, awing at how smooth and clean it was. You could almost see your reflection if you squinted.

"Nice, right?" Ozo whistled. "That idiot's just lucky his old man was loaded."

"This is really nice..." you muttered. With a small shake of your head, you focused on the task at hand. You listed off all the items and ingredients you would need, and set about to find everything in order to begin baking. Ozo sat idly on a tall wooden stool at first, seemingly bored as he watched you scurry back and forth, unable to find anything seeing as this wasn't your kitchen.

With a sigh, he heaved himself up off of his seat, removing his tie from his shirt and leaving it on the table as he came up behind you. You were busy rummaging through a cupboard above you, arms straining to reach the large pot of sugar just above your fingertips. You stilled as you felt his chest press into your back, his own arm snaking past your own to reach the pot for you.

"I can't believe you still haven't figured out where the fridge is yet," he chuckled, his voice unbelievably close to your ear, to the point where you could feel the vibrations of his laughter travel down your neck. You pushed away the shiver threatening to run down you spine, and you swallowed, glancing back at him.

"Is it meant to be obvious?" you hoped the tremor in your voice would go unnoticed, but judging by the way his smirk widened, it was clear he had heard you.

"So obvious." He moved away from you -- a part of you hating how quickly his warmth had left you -- and over to a large cabinet in the corner of the room. He grasped the handle, opening it to reveal one of the biggest refrigerators you had ever seen. It was full of fresh food and drinks, a flow of cold mist falling from the shelves. You couldn't see the back of the fridge.

"Whoa..." you gasped. You swiftly picked up a few eggs, milk, and some other items that caught your fancy before laying them out on the table. You looked back with a small glimmer of hope in your eyes towards Ozo, who was busy stealing a green beer can from the fridge. "Do you think you could tell me where all the utensils are, too?"

"Babe, I know this entire kitchen like the back of my hand," he winked, already cracking open the drink with one hand whilst the other knocked on a cabinet door behind him, the door automatically opening up to reveal stacks of bowls and other baking supplies, clean and shiny, ready for use.

You paused for a moment, your brain fighting over what it should react to first: the way he smoothly opened up that cabinet or how he so easily called you 'babe' ... You chose the former, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

"Thank you," you nodded gratefully. With everything you needed set out before you, you washed your hands before rolling up your sleeves, brushing your hair away from your face. Ozo tapped your bare shoulder, waving a baby pink apron in his hands. With a smile, you took it from him and placed it over your head, although you struggled to tie the strings behind your back.

"Here," Ozo laughed, gently moving your hands out of the way as he deftly tied the knot securely against your back. Your body was hypersensitive to his soft breaths wafting over the back of your neck and exposed shoulders. Your face felt so hot, and your hands were getting clammy.

"Hey," Ozo started. "If I help out, can I lick the bowl at the end of it?"

You stared at him incredulously before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

"You didn't have to ask for permission to do that!" you covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to smother your laughter.

"Wha- I didn't? Really?" Ozo responded, eyes shooting wide open in genuine surprise. "I've always had to ask my dad!"

"Do I look like your dad?" you chuckled. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you turned back to the ingredients. "Let's just get started, shall we?"

Ozo was clumsy at times, and messed around playfully during the whole weighing process, but he aided you a lot better than you initially thought he would. With his help, you managed to mix all the ingredients together easily until you got the right texture, soft and fluffy.

You turned away to grab a few cupcake cases, picking a stack of pale blue ones decorated in darker petals. Turning back, you gasped as a sudden splatter of flour hit your face. You coughed harshly whilst Ozo laughed with no shame nor regret.

Wiping the flour from your mouth with a splutter, you glared at him, the fire of a challenge in your eyes. Whilst he was still laughing away, you dug three fingers into the flour, scooping a fairly generous amount before you threw it at him, revelling in how his eyes widened in surprise and how he was knocked off balance, sending him crashing to the floor.

You struggled to convey any kind of empathy, your hands clasped to your sides as you gasped for air, your cheeks hurting and tears filling your eyes. You took a few deep breaths, still giggling as you spoke.

"A-Are you okay?" You held out a hand for him, trying to help him up off of the floor. The man sat up with a groan, wiping away the flour from his face with a free hand as the other reached out for yours, only to wrap his fingers tightly around your wrist, pulling you down with him. He easily placed you beneath him, his right leg settling between your own, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

"Tut tut, [Y/N]," he grinned devilishly, "You're playing a dangerous game, here."

"H-Hey! You started it!" you squirmed underneath him, your arms twisting in an attempt to free themselves. You dared not to move your lower body, dangerously aware of what was there. "Get off me, you're heavy!"

"Not until you give in," he teased. He pinned your wrists under one large hand, the other reaching up for the flour bag, which he waved above your head. You jerked your arms suddenly, hoping to catch him off guard, but it only made him shuffle upwards, leaning his body weight against you.

Bad idea.

You bit your lip harshly as his knee brushed up against you, the pressure sending a pleasurable tingle up your spine. You held back a whine, eyes squeezing shut.

"O-Ozo, wait!" you whimpered, cheeks darkening considerably. He paused his movements. For a moment, he thought he had hurt you, and released his hold on your arms quickly, leaning back on his legs.

"Sorry, did I hurt--?"

He glanced down at his knee. He saw where it was. He looked back up towards your face, the slowly traced his eyes back down.

"...Oops."

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Ozo was unbearably hard. But could you blame him?

It wasn't like he did it on purpose, either! It just... happened. On accident. But it was a happy accident. In his eyes.

Leaning against the bathroom door heavily, he slapped a hand harshly against his forehead. Why did he suddenly decide to excuse himself and leave you there like that? Was he an idiot?

'The biggest idiot to ever exist, apparently,' he thought bitterly.

He recalled how the both of you sat there in a tense silence, with your form still beneath him and his knee still wedged between your thighs. Your dress had ridden up during your little scuffle, so close to hitching over your hips. Your arms were still above your head as you heaved, your chest rising up and down. He remembered how they moved very clearly. The tightness of your dress didn't leave much to the imagination...

The sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor echoed through the tiled walls. He sunk down to his knees, his pants shoved downwards haphazardly. Somewhere in the back of his filthy mind, Ozo was aware of how dirty he was. Jacking off to the thought of you when you were so close nearby not once, but twice now. The other three times didn't count — you weren't anywhere near him at the time.

He sighed a breath of relief as his member was finally released from his boxers. It stood to attention, stiff and throbbing desperately with need. His hand closed around his shaft, first rubbing his thumb over the top, smearing precum over the head. Ozo bit his lip, the sensation already becoming too much.

Closing his eyes, he began to wonder what would have happened if it had continued...

He grinned deviously at the thought of you making the first move. You would grind down against his knee, whimpering at the feeling of him against you. You'd keep going, shivering and moaning for him, for more.

His hand slipped slowly down from the tip to his base, pausing for a moment before delicately tracing back upwards, repeating the motion a few times before steadily picking up the pace.

You would grasp at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss, on his lips this time. He could practically feel your mouth against his, moving so enticingly against his own. But it would be a distraction. Your hands were always wandering, travelling lower down his body, hovering over the tent in his slacks...

Ozo threw his head back with a gasp as his hips stuttered in his palm. He tightened his grip over his cock, pumping faster at the thought.

You would handle him so nicely. He imagined that you would take control the first time, forcefully rolling on top of him and straddling his hips. You'd roll your hips against him teasingly, smiling down at him as you began to unbutton the upper half of his shirt, your soft hands rubbing against his chest. His own hands would come up to feel your breasts, weighing them in each palm and squeezing them between his fingers, loving the way you would bite your lip and moan so cutely...

"[Y-Y/N]..." he breathed. He was so close. His cock felt so heavy in his palm, twitching with each move of his hand, precum now leaking in thick streams down his length and over his fingers.

At some point, you had removed his slacks for him, your own panties thrown off to the side somewhere while he was busy fondling your tits. It was all moving so fast. You would pull up the lower half of your dress, showing off your hips and stomach before lowering onto him, inch by inch. You would have to stop half way, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. When you finally took all of him in, you would steady yourself on his chest, leaning down to nip and nibble at his neck as you began sliding up and down over his rod.

Ozo groaned, his vivid imagination conjuring up the feeling of your hot, tight walls constricting around him.

"Please..." He panted, eyes screwed shut as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

You would enjoy his begging, murmuring sweet, naughty words into his ears in that beautiful voice of yours, knowing just how much he liked it. You would ask if he was close, and you would tell him how close you were, too.

By now, Ozo was murmuring nonsense pleas under his breath as he stroked himself fervently, his climax just within his reach.

His mind went back to when he had you beneath him, your arms pinned under his strong hands and your flushed, reddened cheeks. He loved the way you spoke his name then.

"O-Ozo!"

With that final thought, he tipped over the edge. His hips bucked rapidly into his hand as he came, using his other to quickly catch the spurts of cum he was releasing, the sticky substance coated his hands in a thin sheen. He whined and moaned breathily, gritting his teeth as he fought against calling out your name over and over again as he came down from his high.

He took in a shaky breath, his body finally slumping over as the tension left his body. Sitting still for a few moments to catch his breath, he carefully stood up, leaning against the cool wall to support himself on wobbling legs. He washed his hands, using a tissue to clean up the rest of himself. Buckling his pants up again, he caught his own reflection in the mirror.

His hair was the only thing slightly out of place. He could sort that our easy. Straightening out his collar, he shot a wide grin to himself before leaving the bathroom, hands tucked into his pockets as if nothing had ever happened.

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Ozo returned to find you kneeling in front of the oven, thick mittens held in your hands as you stared at the cupcakes on the other side of the door.

He watched you for a moment, admiring the way the golden glow of the oven's light stretched over your face, illuminating your eyes with a gentle fire and cheeks with a sweet honeydew.

He shook his head slightly. If he continued to stare at you, he'd probably have to go back into the bathroom again. His easy grin slipped back onto his mouth as he approached from behind, placing his arms around your shoulders and resting his cheek on the side of your head. You jumped at the sudden contact, hands catching his forearms for balance.

"How's it lookin' so far?" His voice lowered so as not to hurt your ears, the vibrations of his words running down your neck.

"Uh.. It'll take a while for them to, y'know, start rising properly, but they look good right now," you stumbled over your words. He hummed in reply, a silence falling over the both of you as you watched the oven with mild interest. The sudden thought of how domestic this whole scenario felt ran through your mind.

"Hey, [Y/N]?" Ozo began slowly. The elephant in the room was going to stomp all over him and kill him if he didn't address it soon. You gave a sound of acknowledgment, your body slightly relaxing into his hold.

"I just... I'm sorry about what happened before with the flour. And leaving you on the floor like... like you were. That was stupid of me. So.. sorry."

He cringed at how lame that whole apology was. He wouldn't be surprised if you didn't accept it and ended up hating him forever.

...Wait. He didn't want that. Maybe he should try again.

"Well, what I mean to say is—"

"It's okay, Ozo."

"I know it isn't, and that's why I wanted to— wait, huh?"

He moved his head back to stare at you, eyes full of bewilderment. Your cheeks were ablaze, but you looked him in the eye nonetheless, fully intending on discussing further.

"What happened earlier.. It's okay. I don't mind it. It was just us playing around, and then the rest was.. an accident. You didn't mean it," you smiled at him timidly, and once again, Ozo's eyes were locked to your pinkish skin.

"..And what if it wasn't an accident?"

Your eyes widened, breath stolen from you for a brief second. He was looking at you like that again. Like when he first saw you. Like when he played with your hair yesterday. Like when he sat beside you at the café. And when he first greeted you this morning...

You didn't register your body moving at first as it spun around on the ground to face him properly, but once you did, you made no move to stop yourself. All hesitancy was gone as you kneeled in front of him, hands clasping onto his shoulders as you raised your upper body to meet his.

The brush of your lips against one another felt electric, your heartbeat speeding up considerably, and even more so when you felt his own thud beneath your fingers.

And then, finally, your lips met in a sweet kiss.

It wasn't like any you had felt before. It just felt so good. Ozo's small whimper of surprise melted into a cute moan, his hands finally taking their place on your hips and pulling you onto his lap as you sat on the ground, lips moving sensually against each other.

He was inexperienced, you could tell that much, so you placed a hand on his cheek, tilting his head to one side as you took the reigns, guiding him to copy your actions.

A warm tingle ran up your spine as his thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, pressing harder as you took his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling at it gently before pulling away, the both of you panting heavily.

He looked gorgeous beneath you, with those cherry cheeks and half-lidded eyes, his hair askew and shirt opened to reveal his smooth neck and collar bones. And you looked just as beautiful as you always did, with those swollen parted lips and eyes staring at him, and only him.

"So.." Ozo spoke first, a grin slowly etching onto his face, "Does this mean you've made a decision?"

You scoffed in amusement, fingers reaching to the back of his head to twirl the smaller locks of hair around them.

"I don't know, you tell me." With a teasing smile — that still shook at the edges — you dove back in for another kiss, pressing a lot harder this time.

You tugged his head back as you prodded your tongue against him desperately, sighing a breathy groan as he easily allowed you access. Your tongue swirled around his immediately, suckling at his wet muscle and revelling in his raspy whines that emitted from his throat.

However, with a swift buck of his hips into you, Ozo gained control, figuring out what to do and instead pushing his tongue into your mouth, eagerly exploring your hot cavern. He wrapped his mouth around your tongue, tugging at it harshly before returning it and continuing to ravish your mouth.

You pressed your chest into his, your breasts pushing upwards and threatening to burst out of the top of the dress, whilst your hips squirmed against his.

Ozo gasped at the movement, suddenly pulling away from you, the thin string of saliva breaking as he moved back.

"W-Wait..." He panted, covering his mouth with the back of his palm. He appeared to be bashful, an expression that you secretly found adorable. "If you do that, then I'll have to leave you here again.. And I don't really wanna do that right now.."

Not entirely understanding what he meant, you nodded anyway. You needed a breather too from the sudden make-out, and opted to rest your forehead against his shoulder, tightening your hold around him as you hugged him. He returned the gesture, his fingers running along the upper hem of your dress, grazing along your skin.

"Are we.. together now?" Ozo murmured. Despite all this, he was still unsure. All of this was new to him, especially being in a relationship with the prettiest girl he had ever seen. And kissing you like that? As much as he enjoyed it, he was still hoping that this would turn into something more. Into something he had yet to experience.

You giggled quietly, massaging his scalp gently.

"Yes, we are. Do you want us to be together?"

"Oh god, yes," he breathed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. You smelt so nice, felt so amazing, you were just so stunning. He didn't want to let you go, his grip increasing around you.

You snuggled back into his arms, relaxing completely as you smiled. Sure, this all had moved a lot quicker than you had ever thought it would, but it just felt right. Your smile widened as you remembered Dayoko.

She was right. Maybe this was meant to be.

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✧ Osomatsu - Cool down

"[Y/N]-chaaaan..." Osomatsu whined from beside you, crawling across the couch to rest his chin on your lap.

Glancing down at him, you returned your gaze back to your phone as you hummed, letting him know you were listening. He didn't seem satisfied with that, however, and he placed his entire upper half of his body into your lap, effectively squashing your legs.

"[Y/N]! Stop ignoring meee!" He cried, pouting his cheeks. Sighing, you turned your phone off and put it onto the table in front of you before running a hand through his brown locks.

"I'm not ignoring you, you idiot. What is it?" You grinned slightly as you watched his face morph into a content smile, nuzzling his head into your gentle caresses.

"It's so hot in here, right?" He mumbled after a small pause. A lazy grin stretched onto his lips as he peered up at you through lidded eyes. "D'you think you could get me some ice?"

Face blank, you stared at him, his grin never faltering.

"...You know you could get it yourself?" You pointed out, only to receive a shrug in response.

"I know, but we're at your apartment. I'm the guest, y'know?" He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you and reluctantly getting off the couch, mumbling:

"How do I even put up with you, again?"

"Cuz you know you love me!" He called after you as you entered the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile secretly at that. For once, he was right.

A few moments later, you returned to your living room with two bowls of ice in hand, making sure to hold the edges of the bowl so that your hands wouldn't freeze.

Osomatsu had made himself comfortable (obviously) by laying his legs onto the couch, allowing his upper body to fall off onto the floor. His cheeks were slightly red from all the blood rushing to his head, but he was still smiling childishly. Upon seeing you enter the room, his eyes lit up and he quickly swung himself back into a normal seated position.

He patted the spot beside him enthusiastically, making you raise a brow.

"Are you really that desperate for some ice?" You teased, setting the bowls down.

"You bet!" He giggled, rubbing a finger under his nose mischievously. Sighing out a laugh, you picked up a cube of ice and popped it into your mouth, feeling relieved as your face began to cool down a little.

"Ah, but [Y/N]?" He called, and you hummed in acknowledgment again.

"..I don't want ice from this bowl."

Confused, you looked over to him, only to be pushed down onto the couch by the shoulders. You felt a weight on your legs, and you realised that Osomatsu had straddled you. A blush crept onto your face, as well as his, and you waited anxiously for him to do something.

"I want my ice from here," he spoke lowly, and lowered his lips into yours.

Almost instantly, he pried your lips apart and slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring your cool cavern with force. Your hands clutched the back of his red hoodie, fingers trembling slightly at the feeling of him against you.

He placed his thumb onto your chin and moved you away slowly, leaving the both of you panting heavily as you tried to bring oxygen back into your bodies. Both of your faces were flushed by now, although Osomatsu was still grinning boyishly down at you.

"Thanks for the ice, [Y/N]-chan," he purred, the nickname causing you to blush further.

Osomatsu made no move to get off of you, but it's not like you wanted him to. Instead, he swallowed his piece of ice and reached over to grab another one.

He held it up to his lips, rubbing the ice along them gently, and you watched as small drops of liquid began to trickle down his chin. Chuckling again, he called out to you, grabbing your attention.

"C'mon, [Y/N]-chan. Are you really going to let me get away with stealing your ice like that? I thought you would put up more of a fight..."

Pushing the ice past his lips, he leaned closer to you once more. You couldn't help but notice something hard brush against your thigh, and Osomatsu made no move to hide it.

You gasped lightly as he grounded his hips softly against yours, his dark eyes watching your facial expression carefully.

"Here..." he mumbled.

"I'll let you take one from me, yeah?"

He descended onto you once again, his hands wandering your body shamelessly, causing your thighs to shake in anticipation.

The ice in your bowls were beginning to melt as the room grew ever more heated. Looks like you'll have to get more later if you wanted to continue.

✧ Osomatsu - Cherry Boy

Aggressive knocking on your front door.

You knew instantly who it was. Many would find them a nuisance. You, however, couldn't help the grin that stretched across your lips, feeling a little more than glad at the unexpected company.

He stood in your doorway, cheeks a cute cherry red, matching his hoodie, his signature cat-like smile on his face as he rubbed his index finger under his nose shyly.

"Mind if I crash here for a couple'a hours?" Was all he asked, and you instantly opened the door wider for him.

"Even if I said no, you would've started begging for me to let you in, anyway," you teased, taking great pleasure in the way his brows furrowed in embarrassment.

"O-Oi! That's not-"

"But I'll always say yes. Just for you, Osomatsu."

You left him in the entrance hall of your home, snickering over your shoulder at his wide-eyed, slack jawed response. He spluttered, a hand reaching out for you, but you had already disappeared around the corner and into your living room.

You were always out of arms reach for him. He hated it. He wanted to be closer. Closer than he was never enough to admit. He didn't want you to push him aside, deeming his advances as purely "sexual-desires," and as his way of "desperately trying to get laid."

He still wanted those things, for sure. With you. He just wanted more than that.

Fuck, was he terrible at getting his thoughts together.

"Osomatsu? Are you planning to lounge in the hallway, or what?" Your voice called, which he followed like a moth to a lightbulb. He stumbled slightly, his hands flailing, trying to find your figure. Yet you were just too far away.

"C'mon! That show's on again!" You patted the seat beside you on the couch excitedly, legs bouncing against the side of the furniture. Osomatsu couldn't help but chuckle, wasting no time with flopping lazily into the seat, wrapping an arm around the seat behind you.

His fingers grazed your exposed shoulder, and it was only then that he realised how loose your clothing was. It was baggy. So baggy that the neck sagged off of your shoulders. Revealing clear, smooth skin. Skin that he wanted to feel, and caress, and hug, and kiss-

"Are you okay?" Once again, you snapped him out of his daze, large and curious eyes peering into his own. He jolted, not noticing how close he had leaned into you.

"Uh, y-yeah! How could I not be, when I'm sat here with you?" He winked, a sleazy grin wobbling it's way across his cheeks. You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head.

"Honestly..." you muttered, although you didn't appear to be annoyed. On the inside, you were overjoyed. You wanted to smother this NEET so bad with hugs and butterfly kisses, wanted to bury your face into his neck and peck away at his slightly chubby skin. Your fingers twitched in your lap. You were desperate.

But, you remained calm. You remained to appear unaffected. You didn't want to overwhelm him. You wanted to take it slow, despite knowing how desperate he was for wanting to at least have sex before dying. He was a hopeless virgin, after all- they all were.

Glancing over to him again, you chanced a look at his lips. The bottom lip was slightly plump, pink and soft-looking, just like the rest of him. It was adorable. Looking a little more closely, you saw that his lips had lines of red, chapped and chipped.

"Your lips dry," you mumbled absentmindedly. Osomatsu almost snapped his neck looking over to you, humming confusedly.

"Your lips. They're a little dry," you pointed to your own, running a finger across the bottom for emphasis. His face lit up in understanding, and he laughed.

"Yeah, Todomatsu yelled at me for that already."

"He yelled at you?" Amused and intrigued, you knew a good story was bound to come out of it. Osomatsu chuckled, eyes closing as he recalled.

"He sure did! Said somethin' about it making me look even worse than I already do, which is a complete lie!" He whined, throwing his head back. You laughed, a hand covering your mouth out of habit.

"He gave me this chapstick thing though- which I thought was for girls, but he apparently uses one all the time. Tastes like cherries, though! So I can't complain," he ended with a shrug.

"Cherries, huh? Perfect for you!" You drawled, still giggling as his face flared up.

"H-Huh?! What're you tryin' to say?!" He demanded, pouting. You carefully began to move a little bit closer to him, hand resting casually on his thigh.

"What do you think I mean, dumby?" Your voice dropped a little lower, and you peered up at him through thick lashes, appearing innocent. Though, you both knew you were far from innocent.

"You and your brothers are well-known cherry boys. I suspected for a long time that you'd probably taste like cherries, too. Am I wrong?" Tilting your head, you were pressed right up against him now. Plump thigh flush against his.  Shoulder pressed against his chest. Hand resting just above his heart, feeling it think rapidly.

It was too much. You were too much. He didn't stop you. He would be insane to stop you.

Sweating and red faced, he tried his best to frown down at you. Key word being: 'tried.'

"How am I supposed to know? And h-how would you know that I taste like... like ch-cherries?" Osomatsu stammered. His fingers were clenched very tightly against his trousers, hoping- praying- that you wouldn't look downwards. Or maybe he wanted you to. He wouldn't complain.

"I can prove it to you. Right now, if you'd like."

"...Show me."

That was all it took. A small push of your body upwards, and your lips connected with his. You felt him tense instantly, and you couldn't help but smirk against him. He was trembling. He was just too cute for you.

You continued for a little longer, tilting your head to the side, caressing his cheek with your thumb, moving sensually against his lips. Chapped as they were, the way the cuts grazed against your lips felt good.

Tongue darting out quickly to swipe at his lips, you leaned away with a small breath. Looking him in the eyes, you licked your lips once more before smiling devilishly up at him.

"Mmm... yup. Definitely tastes like cherries." You manoeuvred your body, swinging your leg gently over his lap to straddle him. His hands instantly flew to your hips, gripping them tightly, yet rubbing soft circles with his thumbs. He was calming his own nerves.

"Did I ever tell you I love cherries?" You leaned in again, voice soft and low, music to his ears.

"N-No..." he replied quietly, eyes blown wide in shock. You laughed again, fingers tugging at the baby hairs at his neck.

"You're too cute, Osomatsu..."

You delved in for another taste. You wasted no time in nibbling against his lip gently, happily slipping your tongue inside and exploring his hot cavern. A blank slate for you to mark. An opportunity you've been waiting so long for.

He tasted like old beer and smokey cigars, a tinge of cherries left behind. You didn't mind it though. What else did you expect? It was who he was. And, if you were being honest, you were too into to care much.

Osomatsu were fidgeting beneath you, not entirely sure what to do. He wanted to make you feel good too. But how? He didn't know anything about this kind of stuff. He was a virgin, for crying out loud.

Suddenly, he felt your hands wrap around his, softly prying his hands away from your hips and onto your bare thighs, all thanks to a pair of shorts. You rubbed them up and down slowly, then let go to resume their place in his hair, tangling and griping onto it.

He continued to move his hands, barely registering what he was doing through his clouded daze. His calloused hands pressed into your soft flesh, causing your hips to grind down against his, moaning into the kiss.

You moaned.

You moaned.

Osomatsu felt his soul slip out of his body, and as much as he begged for it to come back, it was just too far gone. You felt the man go limp underneath you, causing you to reluctantly break away from him, breathing a little heavy.

"Osomatsu?" You called, hands cupping his cheeks. You shook him a few times, figuring out that he had passed out. Probably from excitement. You couldn't help but smile.

And then, as you moved to get off of his lap, something brushed against your inner thigh.

Something hard.

You stifled a laugh, spluttering giggles into your palm. He really was excited.

You struggled to calm down even as you laid him properly on the couch, covering him with a blanket. He would probably have an aneurism if he found himself in bed next to you the following morning.

Glancing over your shoulder one last time, your fingers traced your lips, curving into a small grin. Cheeks warm, as well as your lower regions, you practically skipped over to your bedroom.

"My sweet cherry boy~'"

✧ Osomatsu - Consequences

"O-Okay, I'm sorry, please, I- Ah!" Your plea quickly merged into a desperate moan, the feeling of Osomatsu's wet muscle rubbing against your clit overwhelming you.

"I don't think you're being very sincere, babe," He muttered against your throbbing pussy, half-lidded eyes staring into your own.

"No, I-I am! I didn't mean to- Ah! Haa..." you were a moaning mess all over again. Your back arched as Osomatsu's tongue swept over your entrance again and again, a thumb teasingly circling your sensitive nub.

"Really?" He drawled, expression not changing in the slightest.

"Then beg."

And so you did as he began to eat you out relentlessly, not giving you a chance to even form a coherent sentence.

Your fingers tangled into his softer hair, tugging at them as a sign for him to stop. Yet he didn't. He ignored your actions, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pulled you closer to his mouth, hot and warm against your slit.

It was all too much for you. Overwhelming. Your body was on fire, your fingers hurt from clenching the sheets beneath you until your knuckles turned white. Your chest was heaving as you desperately tried to gasp for air, only for it to be ripped away from you as a moan forced its way out of your throat.

He was too much. And the bastard knew it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you deserved some kind of punishment. You knew the guy at the bar was flirting with you, and being a little tipsy as you were, you thought it was a good idea to flirt back. It's not like you were going to let it lead to anything; you just thought it was funny how the guy was so hooked onto you.

Clearly, though, you didn't think of the consequences. Not that you minded them.

Suddenly, you felt Osomatsu slip a finger into you, and then another, pumping in and out as he continued to suckle on your bundle of nerves. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders to give him better access, and you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs around his head.

Soon enough, you were begging again. Not for him to forgive you, though.

"Oso- Osomatsu.. Please, I- fuck-" your voice was broken and trembling, mind hazy from the lust that clouded over you. All you wanted now was sweet release.

"Please let me cum, please please, Osomatsu-!" You were almost screaming now, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as the knot in your loins threatened to come undone.

The deep groan from Osomatsu that vibrated against your pussy was enough to make you spill, your body spasming as you came around Osomatsu's fingers. He continued to eat you out through your orgasm, licking and biting to coax more from you.

Your body finally went limp, breaths heavy from your mouth. Your hips were slowly let down onto the bed, Oso's hands retreating from your tired figure for a moment. A small smile crossed your lips, and you raised your arms blindly for Osomatsu to cuddle into.

"I don't think you were begging for what you supposed to be begging for, doll."

His serious tone made your eyes hesitantly open, looking over to see that he was unbuckling his belt, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

"You really think I'm going to let you off so easily?" He hovered over your form, his lips grazing over the sensitive area of your neck.

"Let me tell you something, princess." He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up off the bed and over his shoulder. You gasped, squeaking pathetically at the sudden movement.

"I'm gonna bend you over every flat surface in this damn house, and make sure you remember that you belong to me. You aren't gonna be walking straight for a fucking week, got that, babe?"

✧ Osomatsu - Courage

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"[Y/N], where are ya'? The movie's gonna start, sweetheart!" Osomatsu called from the living room. You startled, clenching your nightwear.

"I-I'm coming, one minute!"

Taking a deep breath, you stared determinedly at your reflection.

"No backing out. He needs this. You can do it." You pointed at yourself, muttering under your breath. With a firm nod, you marched out of the bathroom and into the living room, only for your confidence to fizzle into nervousness upon seeing your boyfriend's figure on your couch.

You stood to his left, out of his line of sight, watching as he rested on the cushioned seats with his arms hanging over the back of the furniture, and his wide and relaxed. His pale, half-lidded eyes watched the tv screen with boredom as another commercial danced over the screen.

He had come to you after a long day, seeking refuge in your home. You wanted to give him more so that he could relax, just like he had accepted you with open arms so many times before. You couldn't back out now.

You took a step forward, and then another, getting closer to Osomatsu as he finally noticed you were in the room.

"Cute as ever, baby," he smirked, eyeing you up and down. Your cheeks flushed, and you gave him a shaky smile.

"Can I... sit with you?" What a ridiculous question. You knew it the minute it left your mouth, mentally smacking yourself. Oso raised a brow, patting the empty spaces on both his sides.

"Go for it. This is your house, [Y/N]," he chuckled, loving the way your face heated up. With a small nod, you came closer to him.

You lifted a leg and rested it on one side of his hip, then the other, keeping your gaze everted to his chest, although you could feel his widened gaze burn into you. Once you had straddled him, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, fingers curling into his soft tresses as you placed your head on his shoulder, burying your warm cheeks into the crook of his neck.

Osomatsu's arms reacted almost immediately, wrapping themselves around your waist and holding you flush against him. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, and you felt it buzz against you.

"What're you up to, baby doll?" Deep and raspy, right up against your ear and tickling your skin with his lips. A shiver ran down your spine, but you forced it away so you could speak.

"I-I just... wanted to hold you..." you tighten your hold on him to prove your point, not wanting to look at him just yet.

"And the movie?"

"I've seen it already, so..." you trailed off, not having really thought about an excuse. However, it didn't seem like you would need one. Oso leaned into your hold, one of his palms sliding down to rest under your thigh, warm, calloused fingers tracing your softer, chubbier skin.

Half an hour into the movie and you had completely relaxed, the calming feeling of Oso tracing random patterns across your skin becoming as soothing as your fingertips scratching the back of his scalp.

Phase two could now begin.

Oso loved teasing you with affection, getting good amusement out of your reddened face and flustered reactions. You took inspiration once more to give him something in return.

Shifting your head to the other side, your lips just about brushed against the skin of his neck. You felt him tense up for a split second.

Slowly, you dragged your lips up and down the side of his neck, leaving a burning trail in your wake. Osomatsu's fingers dug a little deeper into your skin.

Feeling bolder, you began to leave kitten licks along your path, finally resting at the junction between his neck and shoulder. Caught in the heat of the moment, you grazed your teeth over his skin before taking it into your mouth, suckling and biting for a few moments. A low groan left Oso's throat, leaning his head away to give you better access.

Satisfied, you released him with a small pop, leaning back to take a look at your handiwork. You had never marked him before, and seeing the red spot with jagged teeth marks litter his neck made a sweet hotness pool inside of you.

"[Y/N]..."

You gasped as Oso took a hold of your wrists, flipping you over to rest your back on the couch as he hovered over you. A light blush had made its way to his cheeks, a sight so rare, it filled you with a sense of pride. Which was forgotten about as quickly as it had come.

"I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, doll," he growled, a wide smirk covering his face as he peered down at you, lust evident in his gaze. You whined as he rolled his hips against you, feeling his hardened length against your core.

"Or maybe I need to remind you."

✧ Osomatsu - Deal

𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You stared at the worn paper in your hands with a raised brow.

'Why did she give me this?' It was given to you quite suddenly, but Totoko wouldn't accept no for an answer. She wouldn't even give you an explanation as to what it was.

Reading over the paper's contents again, you couldn't make heads or tails of it. There was just a lot of jumbled writing in a script you had never seen before. It looked ancient. But why would Totoko even have something like this? It wasn't cute at all.

At the top of the paper, there was a symbol of some kind. It looked like a pine tree. Was it instructions on how to grow a tree?

With a roll of your eyes, you left the paper on the table in front of you. Grabbing the tv remote, you flicked over to the series you were in the middle of watching, aiming to forget about the weird and probably useless piece of paper.

»»-----　♔　-----««

The only thing that made being a guinea pig for Dekapan even remotely worth it was the amount of money you were given. Even working for a single hour in one day gave you enough money to last the entire week.

Now, though, you were starting to wonder if you should even be helping him anymore.

Laying on your bed, with blankets thrown onto the floor and your legs clamped together, you hissed curses at the crazed old man.

"Damn you Dekapan..." a shudder ran through you at the slight movement of your body. Temporary, mild side effects, he said. Nothing too serious, he said. He knew all that, but forgot to tell you that the disgusting concoction of a drink he had made was basically viagra.

What were you supposed to do? Touching yourself wasn't helping — you needed something inside you that would satisfy you. In the back of your mind you wished you had taken your friend's advice and gotten some toys. Your cheeks burned at the thought.

Gritting your teeth, you slowly sat up on your bed, panting heavily as each movement of your body sent heat straight down to your core. You didn't know what you were planning to do, but you had to get your phone. You vaguely remembered it falling onto the floor in your living room.

It was then that you saw the paper on your bedside table. How did that get there?

You were drawn to it instantly. A shaky hand reached out to it, clutching it tightly in your fingers and bringing it close to you. You still couldn't understand what it was. But something was telling you that you needed it. For what, though? How could a piece of scrap paper help you?

"It's not the paper that's gonna help you, babe."

You gasped, hurriedly scrambling off of the bed as you turned to the unfamiliar voice, your shaky legs causing you to collapse to the ground. You bit back a whimper as a needy jolt ran up your spine, and you could just about ignore it so that you could focus on... whatever was in front of you.

It was a man, with a set of dark horns on top of his brown mop of hair and a pitch black wiry tale protruding from the back of his blue suit. He hovered over your bed with a cheeky grin on his lips, the small bat-like wings fluttering gently behind him to keep him up.

"How cute!" He cooed at the bewildered expression on your face. "Don't freak out, doll, I'm just here to help. That's why you summoned me, right?"

"Wha— Who..?" You were sure you had gone insane, a possible side effect of the drink. Who was this guy? What was he? And where did he come from?

The man raised a brow at your stuttering questions, eventually lowering himself to sit casually on your bed. He rested his chin in his hand as he glanced you over, staring at your legs for a moment too long before he chuckled.

"You humans are so weird!" He began. "You summon me, but you don't even know who I am? I should probably punish you for that, but I'm feeling extra generous today. Especially since I haven't been called for a job like this in ages," he dragged out the word, spreading his arm wide over his head for emphasis. He then pointed a thumb at himself, his smug smile revealing a pair of sharpened fangs.

"You can call me Osomatsu. Others know me as the Devil himself. You can call me master, too, if you want. I'm not that picky." He chortled at his own joke, rubbing a finger under his nose. He then continued.

"That piece of paper in your hands is a little summoning spell. Although, the one you've got right now is usually only used by witches — since they're, y'know, pros at that sort of thing. I'm really curious as to how it got into your hands.." he trailed off for a moment before shaking his head.

"Anyway, long story short: you summoned me for something. Whether it was on purpose or by accident, it doesn't matter. I'm here now, se let's get down to business." He grinned mischievously, sitting up straight as his legs hung over the side of the bed, facing you.

"...I-I don't even know why I summoned you.." you mumbled truthfully. You were still unsure about what was going on, but if this was the effect of the drink, then there was no use fighting it. It would all wear off later, right? No harm done.

"Seriously? I mean it's kinda obvious.." Osomatsu moved off of the bed to kneel before you. His pale hand came up to run along your exposed calf, trailing higher and higher until he reached the bottom of your shorts. He played with the material, looking you straight in the eyes. You could see speckles of red in his dark gaze. It mesmerised you. So much so that you didn't notice the same hand move your leg far away from the other, and you yelped as a finger pressed against your clothed bud.

"I can feel the heat coming off of you like fire." He watched in amusement as you practically became putty in his hands when he barely moved his finger over the same area, bucking into him and whining. "So desperate..."

You felt him scoop you up off the floor and into his arms, laying you back onto the bed onto your back.

"Poor thing.." His words were teasing, but the deep rumble in his voice sent shivers up your spine violently. "You summoned me to help you, didn't you? Don't worry.. I'll take very good care of you.."

In a flash your clothes were stripped off of you, leaving you bare on top of the bed sheets, your skin covered in goosebumps from the sudden chill of air. Osomatsu grabbed a hold of your thighs, pushing them apart to take a good look at your pussy, and he licked his lips at the sight of your entrance already drenched.

His fingers returned to fondle at your outer folds, never quite touching your clit. Tears pricked your eyes as the swelling heat inside of you burned your body, the need for him to touch you becoming too much. You tried bucking your hips into his hand, but he only pinned them down with a strength you didn't think could exist, making your squirming uselessly.

"Patience, sweetheart," he leaned over you to plant firm kisses at your neck and under your jaw, his fangs pressing into your skin. His hand slowly dragged itself down towards your entrance, prodding at the wet skin before slipping two fingers inside easily.

You moaned loudly, hands coming up to clutch at the back of his suit in a tight grip. You were already so close, you needed just a little bit more.

"Please.." you begged into his ear, your walls clenching around his thicker fingers. Osomatsu hummed against you, grin widening as he nipped at your earlobe.

"You want more? Isn't this enough for you?" He began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, curling them against your warm walls relentlessly, watching you writhe underneath him in pleasure.

"I need more..! Please, please I need more!" You cried. Tears streaked down your cheeks as your orgasm began to build up inside of you, threatening to burst. It was painful, how much you wanted to cum, but he wasn't letting you.

He immediately removed his fingers from you, sitting up to lick at the essence sticking to his fingers. You watched in embarrassment, cheeks ablaze as his gaze bore into your own, his tongue wrapping around his fingers as he took in every last drop. Your thighs were quaking, and your cunt throbbed with pleasure. If possible, you would have came then and there.

Once he was done, he shuffled back away from you, just enough to be able to bend down and place his face between your legs. His hot breath fanning over your sensitive mound caused more of your wetness to drop out of you. His smug grin returned to his face after seeing the effect he had on you.

Without warning, he licked a stripe up the length of your cunt, holding your squirming body still as he did it again. Your mouth hung open as you moaned lewdly at every move he made against you. You almost screamed with ecstasy as he pinched your clit between his teeth, making you see stars.

He continued to suckle at the bundle of nerves before he pushed your lower body upwards, easily accessing your entrance and slipping his tongue inside. He ate you out thoroughly, not once slowing down as you twitched in his hold, bucking against him and forcing him to go deeper, his nose pushing against your clit with force.

Your orgasm was sudden, crashing down on you heavily as you clenched at the sheets beneath you. You panted and gasped wordlessly, legs spreading further apart as you attempted to ride out the waves of pleasure.

Slowly, Osomatsu removed himself from you, catching the few drops of wetness on his moist lips. He stared at your panting form before huffing a laugh.

The heat was still there.

"You humans are so greedy nowadays.." he sighed. He began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his slacks and pulling his boxers down just enough so that his cock was able to spring out, erect and stiff. Your eyes widened at his length and girth, the image of him filling you up making your pussy clench tightly.

Grabbing a hold of your waist, he easily flipped you over onto your stomach, raising your hips into the air as he pressed his tip at your overstimulated entrance. He leaned his chest against your back, his mouth coming close to your ear.

You shuddered, feeling him all around you, encasing you in euphoria. Your mind was fogged with pleasure, focused solely on wanting to reach that high again and again. You didn't want this to stop.

"Y'know.." Osomatsu slipped his head into you, inching his way in at an agonising pace.

"These favours are a two way street. I do something for you, and you do something for me." He paused once he was sheathed inside of you; the feeling of your tight, burning walls constricting around him was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time. He had forgotten just how good it felt. You had never felt so full.

"You want me to take care of you, right?" He murmured, his voice lowering a few octaves. You nodded quickly, eyes squeezed shut as you felt him twitch heavily inside of you.

"Then be mine and please me. Agree to these conditions, and I'll give you what you so desperately need for as long as you need it."

His simple offer made your skin tingle with excitement. Your hazy mind quickly came to a decision for you.

"Yes, yes please, I— I want this so much, I want you, please," You drooled, begging and needy as you turned your head to look at him through teary eyes. His eyes were no longer dark, they had been overtaken completely by a glowing crimson, bleeding into your own coloured orbs.

As soon as the words left your lips, he pulled his length out of you before pushing into you again in one movement, his swelling length stretching your walls. You cried out as your whole body moved along with him, his hands grasping tightly at your breasts to use them as some kind of handle as he thrusted into you quick and hard.

His hips slapped against your ass as he ploughed into you, your face shoved deeper into the mattress whilst his cock impaled you without mercy. The coil in your abdomen came undone suddenly once more, a white screen covering your vision as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, triggering another one to follow soon after.

You came over and over again, the sound of your wetness slipping in and out of you with his cock only spurring you on as he took you from behind. You were no longer forming words, only moans and whimpers escaping your throat with each jostle of your body.

You felt Osomatsu's hand clasp around your throat as he groaned, finally stilling as a new warmth filled your insides, coating your already white walls in a new layer of cum. Strings of semen were unloaded into you heavily, seeping out of you and down your slick thighs as he pulled out with a wet pop.

He turned you over, and you suddenly found yourself looking at a ceiling that wasn't your own. It was a deep red, just like the bedsheets underneath you. You faintly furrowed your brows in confusion, your tired mind beginning to wonder where you were until you were picked up from the bed.

You mewled quietly as you were placed into Osomatsu's lap, his arms pulling you into his chest. He grinned down at you, the glow in his eyes still present as he ground your hips against he hardened rod.

"Our agreement starts now, babe. Show me how good you can be, and maybe I'll give you a reward."

Your hands quickly settled against his shoulders as you lowered yourself onto him, sighing as you felt your walls stretching once more.

The effects of that drink wouldn't be disappearing anytime soon.

Osomatsu - Monster?

𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"The more you move the more it's going to hurt, you idiot," you scolded, a hand gripping the shoulder of the eldest Matsuno sextuplet in an effort to keep him still.

"I'm not moving!" Osomatsu hissed, his white-knuckled grip on his hoodie becoming tighter. His body flinched as you pressed the cotton pad to his wounded arm again, a heavy and frustrated sigh falling from his lips.

"Did you really have to get into another fight?" You mumbled, your worried gaze trailing the long gash running from Osomatsu's inner elbow to his wrist, red and sore.

"If then bastards hadn't stepped on my turf, then it wouldn't have happened." Was the rough response you got.

"It's not like they knew that, though."

"Yeah, well, they should know it now."

You sighed this time, leaning away for a moment to reach for some bandages before gently holding his arm, thumb subconsciously running over his pale skin.

As you wrapped the white cloth around the wound, you couldn't help but worry more. Osomatsu was getting into more fist-fights with others over the last week, with you being at his house everyday to patch him up. His brothers had tried and failed to get him to tone it down, and they were now relying on you.

But what could you do? Osomatsu wouldn't listen to you, either. He would start sulking and would completely ignore you, eventually running off to play pachinko, or to get oden from Chibita's.

Didn't he realise everyone was worrying about him? Didn't he see that what he was doing was dangerous and completely unnecessary?

Either way, you had to approach him about this again. This time, you decided to take a different approach.

"...Osomatsu?" You spoke softly, hands holding his bow bandaged arm with care. His brown eyes looked at you curiously, the silence in his house suddenly becoming louder.

"Please, stop hurting yourself."

"[Y/N], I'm not going through this again-"

"Just listen to me this time, alright?" You interrupted, peering up into his eyes. You could practically feel the frustration building up inside him. However, you had to keep going.

"Getting into fist-fights every other day isn't something that you should be doing. Don't you realise that you're just hurting yourself more and getting everyone else worried about you?"

"Why should they be worried about me?" He grumbled. "I never asked them to. Why should they give a shit?"

"Because your family loves you and so do I. You know that, right?" You were becoming desperate, clutching his hands into your own. He stared at you for a moment before looking away, scowling.

"And I told you that you shouldn't. I'm a monster. Why would anyone love a monster?"

He was breaking on the inside, anyone could see that. And you were determined to keep him together.

"You're not a monster, Osomatsu. Being a werewolf doesn't make you a monster-"

"It does!" He raised his voice, glaring at you. "It does make me a monster! You really think I wanna be out there beating the shit out of people everyday? I don't! But this power... It won't let me control my own fucking body. I've hurt people, and I've pummelled them close to death! You think I feel satisfied doing that? You think I want to live the rest of my fucking life like that? Of course I don't, but I don't have a choice, don't you get it?!"

"That's why I'm here to help you! We all are!" You fires back. You reached your arms around his head, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"We love you, so we'll help you. Make us understand what you're going through so that we can make things better. We love you so much.. and I love you too much to let you go."

Silence finally washed over you both as Osomatsu held onto you tightly, clutching the clothes on your back and burying his face into the crook of your neck. You felt a slight dampness on your shoulder, but you only smiled, continuing to thread your fingers through his hair whilst whispering sweet words of comfort into his ear, knowing he was listening as he shook with tears.

He would never become a monster. Not with you by his side.

Osomatsu - A Promise I'll Break

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"What do you think of death?"

The question was very sudden and out of the blue. You snapped your head over to the man beside you, sat casually in his seat with a steaming coffee mug in hand. His eyes, glowing a vibrant green, stared inquisitively at your tense figure as he sipped at his beverage, the skeletal mask that covered his lower face removing itself eerily.

"I...I'm not sure what you mean.." It was the truth. With a being like him asking a question like that, there could be a few dark undertones that you wished not to uncover.

"Well, y'know.." he gestured lazily with his free hand, black mist swirling around him in an unearthly manner. He didn't belong here. "A lot of people seem like their scared of death, finding it to be a horrifying journey that the naked eye can't witness.." he chuckled at that, allowing a shiver to run up your spine, "But sometimes, people see it as a blessing, in a way. A person's spirit can finally leave this world in peace."

He turned his gaze back to you.

"So, what do you think of it?"

You stared adamantly down at your own clear drink. Your fingers were enlarged under the water's image, pressing tightly against the glass. Small bubbles of air filtered around the liquid, rising to the top before bursting all to quickly.

"I'm not sure, sir.. It is true that it can be.. terrifying, staring death in the eyes," you shuddered again, "But I do have hope that there is something waiting for us.. A happier place, maybe."

The man hummed, leaning his head back to the stair at the ceiling, his brown hair flopping back over his scalp. Suddenly, he sat up straight, pointing at you.

"I told you to stop calling me 'sir!" You jolted, carefully manoeuvring your glass so that your water wouldn't spill. "C'mon, what do I have to do to at least get you to call me by my name? It's not hard! Say it with me: O-so-ma-tsu!"

With him being who he was, you would have thought that he would act more mature —wise, even — but he had no such personality traits. He instead acted like a man child in desperate need for attention, specifically from you. You hated it, because it meant you had to see him more often around your workplace, which only served to unnerve you. And he was either oblivious to this, or chose to purposefully ignore it.

You glanced over to the clock, eyes lighting up at the time. You swiftly stood up after swallowing down your glass of water, grabbing your coat and bag from the coatrack.

"You're leaving?" he frowned, swivelling in his chair to watch you. You barely spared him a look, unable to force yourself to stare back into those gleaming green eyes.

"Yes, my shift is over for today."

"Ah, I see... But don't forget!" he called after you before you could leave the room. "We have 'graveyard' shift tomorrow!" he grinned, watching you tense up at the shoulders.

You were outside the room now, facing the empty hallway, except it wasn't empty. Ghostly figures slipped past you every now and then, there skin and clothing wafting through the air like silk, although it wouldn't feel like the material at all, should you touch it. You knew that first hand.

"Safe travels, [Y/N]." was the last words you heard from him that night as you shut the door behind you, clutching at your bag tightly as you wove your way through the hauntingly empty corridors. All you wanted to do was go home.

»»-----　♔　-----««

The air was colder than you had anticipated, your fingers and face feeling numb to the cool night air. You sighed heavily as you finally made it inside the hospital, quickly making your way over to the staff room, where you knew he would be waiting oh-so eagerly for you.

As you turned down a hallway, you came to a sudden stop, barely preventing yourself from crashing into another nurse turning the same corner. You both jumped back with a noise of surprise, wide eyes regarding one another before relaxing.

"Oh, hey [Y/N]," the nurse chuckled, holding a hand to her chest. "You're on duty now?"

You gave no response, staring at something over her shoulder. She raised a brow as all colour seemed to drain itself from your face. "..[Y/N]..? Is everything okay?" she turned her head over her shoulder, frowning as she found nothing there.

But of course she wouldn't see anything. She wasn't born with this curse. She should be grateful, to not be able to see the decaying face of a remaining spirit, hovering over her with its jaw unhinged and eyes filled with nothing but darkness. You bit back the urge to vomit as it raised a rotting hand, shoving its jaw back into place with a sickening crack.

"Uh... Maybe you should get some water. I'll.. see you tomorrow, [Y/N]." The nurse left you quickly, and you knew she was looking back at you with odd glances. She would probably go and tell everyone else what had happened. You could practically hear the conversation already:

'That new girl is so weird, staring at nothing! It's like she's seeing things! She should get herself checked out, maybe she's not all good up there.'

"[Y/N]?"

You jumped, whipping around to find Osomatsu staring at you blankly. His cape-like jacket flowed behind him as he came closer to you, stopping just in front of you. His eyes flickered over your shoulder before returning to you as he tilted his head.

"You good? You were kinda just standing there."

You stammered for a moment, turning to look behind you and, to no surprise of your own, finding no spirit floating there like it was before. You sighed quietly, feeling a headache already coming on.

"I'm.. fine."

"..Good!" he smiled, walking past you with a beckon of his hand, " 'Cuz we have a lot of paperwork to get through and pass out, so let's not waste any time, yeah?"

Of course he wouldn't actually care for your wellbeing. With a twitch of your eye, you begrudgingly followed behind him, keeping your head low and ignoring the want to cover your ears to block out the ugly groans and wails of those others couldn't see. You wished you could be like them.

As soon as you sat down in that swivelling office chair, you willed your mind to switch onto autopilot, wanting to zone out the rest of the night as much as you could and get lost in your work. It would be easier to deal with the terrible hours you were having to endure. But no matter how hard you tried, this particular night seemed to want you completely aware of everything that was going on around you.

You were constantly jumping in your seat as spirit after spirit wandered in and out of the room, their whispering calls and cries for their loved ones ringing in your ears for minutes on end. The temperature in the room seemed to drop lower than room temperature, making you shiver. Not even the steaming mug of coffee beside you warmed you up.

And then, there was Osomatsu, who was supposed to be helping you, but was instead whining about everything that came to his mind, blabbering on non-stop and even snickering at you whenever you had a scare. It irritated you greatly, but you were also afraid. You couldn't exactly say anything back to him — not if you wanted your life ripped from you in the blink of an eye.

Just when you thought you had just about enough of it all, he spoke to you in a more serious tone.

"Y'know, I've heard some things about you."

You froze in your seat. You knew where this was going. This was the absolute last thing you had wanted.

"Well, I heard stuff about you before you even started working here. Word spreads real fast, don't you think?"

You grip on the computer mouse tightened. You needed him to stop. Talking.

"But you know how rumours are. You can't exactly trust them, seeing as how everyone just ends up twisting them to match their own ideals. So I figured I'd just ask you directly — makes things easier."

There was a moments silence, the sound of a chair squeaking beside you as he leaned forward in his seat becoming deafeningly loud in the quiet space.

"I heard that you working here has made it your fourth transfer this month."

"How did you—?"

"They say," he cut you off, cat green eyes locking onto your own coloured orbs as you turned towards him, "That it's because you say you're seeing things. Someone even said it's because you weren't deemed 'suitable' to work at a couple other hospitals. The things that you say you've seen... aren't exactly kid friendly, are they?"

You bit down on your lip hard. His lower face was obscured by that mask again, with its skeletal jaw and raw bone outlining the glow of his eyes dangerously as he grinned, as if he had struck gold. The scythe he always carried was resting across his lap, glinting under the light, a reminder of just how close death was to you.

"I.." Your voice wavered, hesitant to tell the truth, but you knew deep down that he probably already knew it, for a lot longer than you thought he did.

"It's not.. my fault.." you sighed, lowering your face into your hands and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes in a poor attempt to keep your tears at bay, the stress now catching up to you, "I don't want to see these.. these things all the time, but they won't go away.. they're everywhere.."

"What do you see?"

"...I see things like you." Your heart began to pick up speed as it thrummed in your ears, close to bursting as you finally plucked up the courage to speak.

"Things — no, people, that aren't alive anymore. Spirits, spectres, ghosts, whatever you want to call them. And —... And reapers, like you," You shuddered, "I can see it all. Wherever I go, they're always following me.."

Osomatsu still hadn't given you a response, and your worry spiked. You didn't want to open your eyes to witness another angry reaper, ready to chase you out of another job. The last one had almost caught you. You couldn't go through that again.

"I know who you really are, Matsuno," you still refrained from using his 'real' name, "But I swear, I'm not here to get in your way! I'm just here to do my job as a nurse, I want to help people! I don't.. I don't mean to disturb you. So, please... Please don't try to get rid of me. I really need this job.."

"Why would I try to get rid of you?"

You paused.

"The last reaper I ran into.. didn't like me all too much.." you grimaced at the memory. "He thought I was trying to save the souls he had to reap, and he chased me away from the hospital. I can't go back there, even if I wanted to.."

Osomatsu chuckled softly.

"Sounds like little Ichimatsu, alright.." he mumbled to himself, whilst you were too busy staring at him, bewildered that he had just laughed at you. Was this all a joke to him? You really hoped it wasn't.

He leaned back in his seat again, resting his arms behind his head in a relaxed position. Grinning at you, you watched as his mask and dark clothing slowly dissolved away, revealing the usual male nurse uniform that others had always seen, and you had rarely seen on him.

"I had a feeling you were an odd one," he hummed. "Ever since you stepped foot in this place, these old wisps have been gravitating towards you like a magnet."

"I'm sorry," you blurted. "They always seem to attach to me. I don't mean for it to happen—"

"I know, you don't need to start blubbering over it," he raised a hand. "If anything, you always want to just get away from them, and that's enough for me to know that you're not gonna ruin my own little gig I got here, too. So, how about we strike a small deal?"

He held out a gloved hand, still keeping that cattish smile plastered over his lips. You cocked a brow, suspiciously eyeing his outstretched palm.

"You promise to me that you won't get in the way of my 'work'," he used his free hand to make quote marks over the word, "and I'll promise not to mess with you either. Deal?"

"...It's not just you who messes with me here," you reminded him, just in time to catch another spirit wander into the room. It stared at you blankly for a moment, hollow eyes staring deep into your soul, then shifted over to Osomatsu before leaving again.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes as he groaned. "I'll make sure neither I nor the other spirits in this place mess with you. Is that better?"

Something deep in the back of your mind was screaming that it wasn't better. Trusting a reaper of all things was a bad idea, and making a deal with one was even worse. But, as you stared into his gleaming eyes, what choice did you have?

"..Just peachy.." you slipped your hand into his, the cold of his flesh seeping into your warm palm as he shook it twice firmly, his smile widening and showing off his shrunken fangs.

"Y'know, I have a feeling things are gonna get a little more interesting around here, now." You grimaced, snatching your hand away from him.

"I hope not."

"Ugh, you humans are all so boring.." he whined. You ignored him, turning back to your computer. As much as you hated admitting it to yourself, you couldn't deny that the weight on your shoulders had lightened just a small bit, enough for you to breath without having that constricting feeling in your chest.

»»-----　♔　-----««

Osomatsu should have known something was wrong.

A smooth four months had sailed by since your deal, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying your presence more and more as the days went by.

The one day where you didn't come in for work, though, he shrugged it off. Even when he had overheard that you hadn't called in to give any reasoning behind your absence, he didn't think too much of it. Humans were weak things compared to him, after all; if you needed a break, then he wouldn't dwell on it any longer.

That single day turned into two days. Then those two days turned into three days. Then those three days turned into three weeks.

Osomatsu grew more agitated by the day. His mood was visibly worsening, snapping at anyone when they would tell him they didn't know where you were. He didn't understand why he felt that way. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so angry at the fact that he didn't know where you were. The deep pit in his stomach was telling him that something bad had happened. He should be worried.

But why should he be worried? You were a human. You were weaker than him, had less of a lifespan than him, so what if you could see spirits and random shit like he could? He was a reaper, an all powerful being that could suck the soul out of your body with a single tap of his scythe. Why should he care about what's happened to you?

He shoved those feelings deep into the back of his mind, attempting to erase them as quickly as he could. He didn't need these insignificant feelings getting in the way of his work.

It wasn't enough, though.

No one had expected to see you come into his hospital room, wrapped in numerous bandages and heavy casts on your right arm and leg. Your bruised eyes were shut closed as a small patch of stitching made itself clear on your left brow, your breathing deep as if you were simply sleeping, but he knew it was so much more than that.

Just one look, and all those feelings came bursting to the forefront of Osomatsu's mind as he stared at you in bewilderment.

"She came in last night," someone was telling him, but he wasn't focusing on them. "She was taken from her home about a month ago, and was beaten pretty brutally. We're still trying to figure out why and how this has happened, but until she's feeling well enough, she'll be under your care, Matsuno."

Whoever was speaking to him left the room not soon after, leaving you and Osomatsu alone. He was still staring at your battered form, eyes shifting from a muddy brown to a fluorescent green as he eyed the glow around your body. It was flickering, significantly dimmer than the last time he had seen you —back then, you were glowing.

His black clothing slipped itself over his uniform like a shadow, a hood falling low over his forehead as his mask settled onto his lower jaw, lips pressed into a firm line as he grasped his scythe. Stepping towards you, he hovered his scythe over your heart for a moment before shifting the sharpened tip to your temple, tapping it once as the bright hospital room fell away into darkness.

»»-----　♔　-----««

You stared down at the flowing white dress that had draped itself over you. Rubbing the material between your fingertips, you barely acknowledged how soft it felt before letting it fall to your side with a sigh.

The luminosity of your dress was the only thing to stand out in this darkness that surrounded you. You felt as if you had walked in circles trying to figure out where you were, only to realise that you weren't moving at all. It was a perpetual loop, never ending, never beginning.

You sat yourself on the solid ground beneath you, tucking your legs close to your chest as you rested your chin on your knees, arms wrapping around yourself in a feeble attempt at comfort.

You knew what this all meant. Your end was coming soon, and all you could do was wait for that end to come for you. You began to wonder who would come to take you, and a brief image of a familiar face came to mind before you waved it away.

Having him see you as you were now — feeble and vulnerable — was nothing short of humiliating for you. On top of that, you really didn't want his face to be the last thing you would see before you... left. It would only make things harder.

You didn't know if time existed wherever you were, but you felt as if you had sat there for a lifetime, occupying yourself by tracing over the scattered bruises over your exposed arms from your dress. You couldn't feel the pain, but you knew it was there. How long had you endured all of that for? You lost track of the days a long time ago.

The sound of footfalls echoing around you in the vast blank space made you perk up. Not seeing anything to your left or right, you turned around, hand pressing to the cool floor as your breath caught in your throat.

"Had a feeling I would find you here," Osomatsu jested as he stood casually before you, leaning against the mantle of his scythe with his free hand resting in his pocket.

"Are you here to.. take me away?" Your quiet voice amplified itself in the silence, reaching his ears easily. He seemed to contemplate this question, eyes squinting as he peered at you, taking steps towards you before he knelt down in front of you.

"It is my job to do so, but right now..?" He ran a hand through his hair under his hood, chuckling weakly, "I don't know."

You lowered your head, unable to look him in the eyes, now for many different reasons. You flinched at the feeling of his fingers pressing under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him once more as he scrutinised the markings on your face. It became unsettling to watch his face fall blank, a slate of no emotion whilst he gazed at you.

"..I've heard different rumours this time," quoting himself from all this months ago. How you wished to go back to those times. At least it was easier to live than it was now. "Somebody took you, and somebody hurt you." He traced his index finger up, over the curve of your cheek to the arch of your brow, barely brushing over the cut that had rested there. "Who did this to you?"

"I don't know.. They wanted me for my 'gift'.." you spat the word out with a scowl, "But does it matter?" You looked away from him again. "If you're here to take me away, then hurry up and do it already."

"Why are you so eager to end your life here?" Osomatsu tilted his head.

"Because what else do I have out there?!" You yelled in frustration, tears finally rolling down your heated cheeks. "Even if I live, there's not going to be anything waiting for me! Everything keeps getting worse and worse — I can't take it anymore!"

"And yet you're still here."

"Because you won't reap my soul—!"

"Because you still want to live."

He stood up, reaching for your wrists and pulling you up with him. You stuttered as he pressed your firmly against his chest, his hand forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Do you think I just take whatever soul I want whenever I want to?" He huffed a laugh at you, wiping away a fresh tear with the pad of his thumb. "I take souls who are ready and willing to die. And for you, that's not the case. If you were truly willing to die, I would have taken your soul the minute you were brought into this hospital."

Staring up at him, you found it hard to look away a third time. Even as your vision blurred his features together, you could still point out his eyes. You had never noticed how pretty they were like this, glinting like cut jade, shaped and moulded into perfect orbs.

"I know I made a deal to you," he mumbled, eyes half-lidded as he clutched you closer, "But just this once, let me break it. Let me get you out of here."

"...Will you be there when I wake up?"

He laughed louder this time, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest.

"I'll be there for as long as you need. Or until you get sick of me."

You let out a watery giggle. You were sure that you were past that stage.

It was odd. A mere few months ago, you had despised being in the presence of this reaper. Yet now, you were clutching onto him tighter than ever as you nodded along to his proposal, wanting nothing more than to drown yourself in his comfort as you found yourself in a hospital room, blinking up at the ceiling.

Osomatsu - Something Eternal

𝘡𝘦𝘶𝘴!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You were a weak, little thing. He knew that just by looking at you.

Your hollowed face, faded bruises on your neck barely covered over by your strands of hair, the small glimpses of white bandages wrapped around your wrists and arms that only showed when the wind pushed at your sleeves - it was enough for him to know.

He scoffed down at you, glaring as you seated yourself at that same cliff edge, legs dangling above the waves crashing below. Humans. They were all so puny, unable to at least protect themselves from the most feeble of punches. He was a man who knew war, who had been through his own fair share of brawls and battles, where his skin was left torn and his body battered into unspeakable pain. But he still stood tall, controlling the clouds that rolled over the Earth and sending down the rain and thunder like he was made to do.

And you? You couldn't do anything. You sat at that same cliff edge for hours everyday, and it was only when the sun had sunken below the horizon and you saw the moon hanging high in the sky that you would finally get up and stumble your way back to wherever you came from. You didn't eat, you didn't speak, and although there was such a saddened look on your face (that made him angry beyond belief) you didn't cry. He had never seen you cry.

You cared not when his annoyance summoned years worth of rain to fall for hours on end. It would only get worse when you wouldn't react. Even when you were shivering so violently, you still wouldn't do anything.

You were one of the most frustrating humans he had seen in a long time.

He was a fool for ever interacting with you.

He didn't know what pushed him to speak to you, but he knew it was a mistake the minute your eyes locked onto his approaching figure. Nevertheless, he continued to saunter towards you, a hand placed into the pocket of the red jacket he had decided to wear. The sun gradually peeked its way out from behind the clouds, and he thought to keep it that way just for a little bit longer.

"I always see you coming up to this particular cliff," he started. You watched him curiously, eyeing the small distance between the both of you as he stopped to face the ocean view. The sight reminded him of his brother; maybe he should pay him a nice visit sometime soon, for old times sake.

"It's.. a wonderful view, right?" he reluctantly spat out, though the notion went unnoticed by you. You followed his gaze, a timid smile gracing your lips.

"It is."

The short sound of your voice had him caught for a split moment. He didn't think it would be so...

He clenched his jaw, fist tightening in his pocket. As if he would ever think that of about a human.

"So, why do you come up here?"

The question made you lower your eyes to your feet. There was still a lot of mud caked onto the soles of your very worn out trainers. You had to remember to clean those off before you got home.

"I'm Osomatsu, by the way." He continued, deep down uncaring for your silence, the fake name he had placed on himself for eons rolling off of his tongue with ease. You blinked. You didn't understand the point of his introduction at the time. It wasn't like you were going to see him again, which was why you had refrained from giving out your own name.

"How did you know I come up here?" he could barely hear you over the sound of the waves, making him sit down on the rocky edge with a huff.

"Like I said, I see you all the time."

"..From where—?"

"Why do you come up here?" the question was forced onto you once again. You flinched at his demanding tone, the smile on his face suddenly becoming... unnerving for you. You had seen faces like that before. You had heard tones like that before. You knew better.

"I just... It's a nice place for when you want a breather, right?" you smiled awkwardly. It was an obvious lie.

"You must need very long breaks then," Osomatsu commented, leaning back on his hands. "I mean, you're here for hours. Everyday."

...How did he know this? Where had he been watching you from? How long for? You were starting to feel sick. Very sick. The befuddled expression made the man laugh aloud. You were too easy to mess with.

"I-I.. need to go.." you swiftly stood up, tucking your arms around yourself in a weak attempt at shielding yourself. "It was nice meeting you.."

"You too!" he called after you, his voice carrying in the breeze. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

You bit your lip. As if you were coming here again. Not after that. Sad tears welled in your eyes. You would have to look for another hideaway now.

——

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't go back to you ever again. That experience was worse than he thought it would be.

But there you were again. Why did you come back? What was wrong with you?

And what was wrong with him? He was stood in front of you now, a blank look on his face as he came to realise his actions. You were stood in a mix of shock and nervousness, unable to understand why your feet had carried you here to this same spot.

"You're back." He stated.

"...I guess so.." you cringed at your sore voice. You had forgotten to drink some water before you left the house, but you were in a hurry.

You watched as Osomatsu sat down on on the rocky ground, patting the spot beside him after you had stood there aloof. Your movement was hesitant, but you did as he asked. Clouds had begun to accumulate above, a swirling mass of pale grey. It was going to rain soon. You chewed at your inner cheek — you really needed to save up more money to buy a new coat.

"What happened there?" you jolted at the sudden brush against your arm. You quickly pulled your sleeve down over your exposed bandages, clutching the material against your inner palm and fingers. He regarded you with a bored look. He wasn't stupid. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"I fell over."

"You... fell."

"...Yes."

"Okay.." he sighed heavily, running a hand through his brown locks from front to back in exasperation. You were ridiculous. How was anyone supposed to believe that?

"Is that what you tell everyone who asks?"

"Well.. Yeah, because it's true—"

"It's not, but I guess anyone will believe anything nowadays."

Your heart was thumping really hard. What was this man talking about? What was he trying to say? Did he know? He couldn't know. He wasn't supposed to know. If he knew, then it would just get worse, right? That's why you weren't allowed to say anything. No one was supposed to know.

"...You don't know anything about me." You murmured lowly, turning away to stare out into the sea.

"I know enough about you just by looking. You're weak."

There was a small, pregnant pause as you clenched yourself jaw.

"I don't need a stranger to tell me something I already know."

"Then do something about it." The response was quick, as if he was ready to throw the words at you. You watched as he stood up, hands shoved into his pockets as he glared down at you. The sky had darkened, ashen grey clouds now hanging above you as the wind suddenly grew harsher.

"Honestly. You humans are so idiotic.." humans..? You frowned. "The solution is a simple and easy one, yet you choose to ignore it out of fear. No wonder you're so easily controlled."

A flash covered your vision in a blinding white, the sound of thunder following shortly after, sounding not too far away from you. The man didn't seem to be scared at all. He just seemed angry. With you.

——

That man was infuriating you. After he had said those words to you the previous day, he just left you there to sit alone under the sudden storm that kicked up. He was rude, mean, creepy; you shouldn't have gone back there yesterday.

However, as the tears rolled down your cheeks in the dozens, the pain blossoming further in your side, the more your realised how pathetic you were. It seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from going back.

The cliff side looked different at night. The grass was almost black. The sea looked deeper and darker than ever before. A white orb replaced the sun, less luminescent but more serene, a beauty you could gaze at for hours on end.

You practically collapsed to the ground once you neared your usual spot, your hands flying to the swelling pain near your ribs. Your hands shook as you clutched at your shirt, unsure of what to do now. It hurt so much, you just wanted the pain to go away.

There was the faint sound of footsteps behind you wading through the grass, and you quickly whipped around to see a familiar silhouette, his features seeming to glow under the moonlight.

You both eyed each other with wariness, as well as confusion. Why were you both here at this hour?

Osomatsu switched his gaze from your eyes to your hands with a quirked brow. He took large, slow strides towards you, sat beside you, and took hold of your wrists.

"H-Hey..! Let go of me!" You squirmed, attempting to yank your hands out of his grip. But he seemed immovable, staring at you with half-lidded, bored eyes as he barely moved an inch.

"Stop moving. I'm not going to do anything." Although he easily could, he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. He pried your hands away from where they were pressed against your left side, not seeing any blood.

You began whimpering, crying harder as you felt his fingers prod against your side, ghosting over the large boot-like bruise that had imprinted itself into your skin. You didn't believe this man wasn't going to hurt you. But how could you fight him off?

The pain disappeared.

...You blinked.

The pain... disappeared?

You brought your eyes down to where Osomatsu's palm was now flat against your side, and all you could feel was the pressure and warmth of his skin through your clothing. No pain. It was as if it were never there.

"What... What did you do..?" You breathed, tears still running down your cheeks.

"Nothing." He moved away from you, rubbing a finger under his nose as he avoided your curious gaze. You poked the area yourself. Nothing.

You stared at him, then to your side, then him again, then back to your side.

"You can stop blubbering, now. It's fine, isn't it?" Despite his harsh words, he didn't sound menacing at all.

——

It turned into a routine. Somehow.

You would turn up to your usual spot by the cliff, Osomatsu would wander over, breeze his hands over wherever you were hurt, and the pain would disappear.

No matter how much you thought about it, logically, it didn't make sense. You can't just heal someone by touching them. This wasn't a video game, this was reality.

You had tried asking him whenever he 'healed' you, hoping for an answer, only to get rebuffed every time.

"You don't need to know how I do it," he had shrugged. "It's not like you'd be able to do the same, so why should I tell you?"

Although he still seemed to give you somewhat of a cold shoulder, he would still wordlessly remove the pain. Wether it was day or night, rain or shine, he would be there at the cliff side, willing to remove your hurt.

There were times where his touch would linger a few seconds longer than needed. There were times where he would gaze deep into your eyes as he held a palm up to your bruised cheek, and you could make out every golden speck hidden in his brown eyes. There was a time where he had taken your hand, slowly intertwining his fingers through your own, only to immediately drop his hold on you like you were hot iron.

It confused you, but his warmth stayed with you all the same.

You couldn't deny the fluttering of your heart whenever you eagerly saw him day after day. You would fight through the agony just to trek up that cliff side, all to see him. He had turned into your comfort.

The two of you sat together, side by side, hands resting on the grass beneath you, your fingertips so close. You nervously glanced down towards them. His hands were larger than yours, faint scars running over his calloused skin, some travelling up his forearm. You wondered how he got those. But you wouldn't pry.

What you would do, though, is inch your fingers over his, delicately wrapping your now clammy hand around his. He didn't flinch, only sliding his eyes to gaze at you from the corners of his eye.

"What are you doing?"

"I... M-My hands are... cold..."

"...Y'know, you're a terrible liar." He chuckled, turning to face you. He removed his hand from yours, and you turned to look at him nervously, only for him to then grasp your hand more firmly in his own.

"Osomatsu..." you swallowed, a sudden heat flushing over your cheeks and neck.

"What is it?" His voice was a low murmur, speaking to you and only to you.

"Whenever I'm with you, I... I feel safe. You've helped me so much, and you barely know me. Thank you.. so much.."

His expression was unreadable. Carefully, he raised his free hand, brushing against the side of your neck before grasping your chin, forcing you to look up to him.

This was a bad idea. He knew it. He could still stop himself while he had the chance.

"I already told you. I know enough about you just by looking."

Your faces seemed to inch towards each other, your heartbeat frantically thrumming against your chest as you felt his breath fan over your skin.

"...We shouldn't do this." He whispered. But he didn't move away.

"Why not?" You were breathless, your hands coming to clutch at the front of his shirt tightly.

"It's a bad idea. For you to be with someone like me."

"...You make me happy, Osomatsu. I want to stay here, with you."

The voice screaming in the back of his mind was swiftly silenced as he pressed his lips against your own. It was slow, desperate and passionate, with his hands tangling into your hair and pushing your further into the kiss. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing your bodies together as you pressed your lips against the other, over and over, all the while wanting more.

You didn't want this moment to end. You wanted to stay like this forever.

His mind was burning, begging him to stop. But his instincts were stronger, and the more he felt your body against his, the more he allowed himself to drown in your presence.

——

"Brother. I must ask you once more to cease your rage. This is getting out of hand."

Osomatsu didn't acknowledge the voice that called out to him. He merely stood in the heavy rainfall, on the cliff edge by the shifting sea, hands in his pockets and face stoic.

"You already know that the oceans are mine and mine alone, Zeus."

"I don't care about your stupid water bowl," he growled in reply. The thunder crackling from above doubled in intensity, striking down on innocent fauna and setting them ablaze despite the rain.

"Then what has angered you so?" A man stepped closer, looking very similar to Osomatsu, aside from the longer hair and scarcer clothing.

Osomatsu narrowed his eyes. There was anger building up inside him, stacking higher and higher, and on top of that, a feeling much worse.

"...You feel sorrow." The man spoke with a frown. "And a deep sense of guilt."

"Don't you dare start reading me, Poseidon. It's fucking annoying."

"But it is what you feel. I don't think I've seen you feel such a way for many a millennia, brother."

So what, he thought. So what if he hadn't felt like this for a long time. It was his own fault for getting attached. It was a mistake. It was a bad idea.

"I was a fool..." his frown deepened into a scowl. "I was a fool for believing in a human, of all the pitiful creatures on this ball of dirt."

He clenched his fist tighter.

"She was weak."

"Brother...."

"She was weak, and I couldn't protect her!"

The rain ceased. All fell silent in less than a second.

Poseidon gazed at his brother with concern, unable to provide the comfort he needed. He instead turned away, returning back to the sea, casting one final glance over his shoulder before disappearing into the waters below.

Now Osomatsu was truly alone. You weren't going to be there anymore. He would live on for the rest of eternity, while you would decay into nothing but dust.

He didn't do enough. You said he made you happy, but he didn't do enough.

He was a complete fool for ever believing his love for a human, as beautiful as yourself, would last forever.

He stepped away from the cliff side, walking away without looking back. He would never find himself able to visit such a place again. Not without your presence, and the fleeting memories of a time his heart wished he could relive.

✧ Matsuno - School Grounds

𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘟 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

»»-----　♔　-----««

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧ Matsuno - 'Ragdoll'

𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘟 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

The Matsu's villain names (from eldest to youngest): Mr Simply Mr Shocking Mr Day Mr Deep Mr Mo Mr Floyd

TW: NON-CON ELEMENTS, MENTIONS OF DRUG USE. feel free to skip this chapter if it makes you uncomfortable.

It was a long and rough battle. You were covered in cuts and light bruises, dusted over with a layer of dirt and rubble. Your clothing was torn roughly, barely hanging onto your body.

You stood up slowly with shaking knees as you glared furiously up at the villains laughing down at you.

"Give up, doll," the pink haired man, Mr Simply, stepped forward, resting a hand confidently on his hip. "It would really be a shame if you forced us to kill you."

You straightened your back at his words, teeth gritting tightly into a snarl, desperately ignoring the stab of pain in your chest and the heaving breaths you took.

"No." You seethed, taking a step forward, wobbling dangerously. "I won't stop... until you're all defeated..."

Another laughed mockingly.

"You can say that all you want, girl, but you look like you're about to faint right here and now." The blonde Mr Floyd sneered, his earrings glinting in the sunlight.

"She's super weak!" Mr Mo boomed loudly, bouncing on the spot as if the previous battle hadn't exhausted him at all, his purple hair swaying with each move.

The grip you had on your wand tightened as you lifted it up towards them, face scrunching up as you concentrated on letting out a powerful attack to take them down. Only for the burst of magic to fizzle and pop like an old lightbulb, fading away in an instant. The laughter only grew louder, the deep pit in your stomach growing bigger.

"I must say," Mr Shocking began, sliding his dark sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose, "I find your determination quite endearing, Miss Sugar Sweet." He practically purred your heroine name, rolling each syllable off of his tongue in a deliberately deep baritone.

"I do agree. When she's all ruffled up like this... It suits her, don't you think?" Mr Day chuckled lowly, staring you down over the rim of his own swirled glasses. Your voice was hoarse by now, leaving you unable to speak a single word back to them.

Mr Simply took a few steps forward suddenly, stopping just a few feet away from your swaying form.

"Let's have some more fun, shall we?"

You shuddered as you watched his eyes rake your body up and down with a smirk, lingering on all the exposed skin on your chest and legs. You grimaced, wrapping your battered arms around yourself and taking a step away, only to crash into something solid behind you.

A hand came over your mouth, clasping a cloth tightly over your mouth and nose, barely budging as you began to struggle violently in the person's hold. You glanced upward through bleary eyes to see the turquoise locks of Mr Deep's hair cascading over your face as he grinned wildly, his eyes dark and full of a dangerous glint.

"We'll definitely be having our far share of fun tonight..." he murmured into your ear, however the words were barely registered as your body became limp, your eyes closing and your breathing steadying into slow, shallow breaths.

The six men stood around your sleeping form, each bearing the same toothy smiles as Mr Mo picked you up and swung you onto his shoulder, following his fellow villains away to their secretive base.

»»-----　♔　-----««

Heavy. You felt really heavy.

Groaning, you moved your head from side to side, struggling to open your eyes. Your limbs were numb weights for you, unable to move them apart from a few twitches of your fingers and toes.

Slowly, you began registering something warm pressed up against you. Soft murmurs echoed around you, gently waking you up from your slumber. A pleasant shiver ran up your spine as something else massaged you from somewhere lower down. You whined softly, hands beginning to grip at whatever was beside you.

"So innocent..." a voice purred into your ears, it's warm breath tickling the skin on your neck. Warm tingles were peppered against your other shoulder. It made your stomach coil up pleasantly. Something hummed against you from below, making you whimper again.

The tingling turned into a pleasurable pain as the thing bit down onto your skin.

"That's gonna leave a nice mark on you," you heard it chuckle, the vibration running through your body.

You could feel something slick between your legs now. You tried to rub your thighs together, but they were held apart by what felt like multiple hands.

Through your hazy mind you began to question:

'What's.... happening..?'

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, blinking against a light coming from somewhere before adjusting.

"Ah, she's waking up!" Another voice, louder than the other two, spoke from somewhere around you.

Calloused fingers took hold of your chin, facing you towards the one you were holding on to. His red hair was slightly tousled, and his upper torso was bare, revealing his toned body. Your mind began to recognise who it was, but your body was too slow to pull away from his grasp.

He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips, eyes half lidded.

"I'm sure you will be as glad as we are that you're finally awake, darling." He dove back in for another kiss, tilting his head before nipping  at your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Pleasant sensations were continuously being felt all over your body, making you moan into the kiss.

"We can hear you a lot louder now, kitten," the other voice of Mr Deep came from the other side. You felt his hands roam around your chest before settling onto your bare breasts, fondling and squeezing at the mounds as he grazed his teeth across your shoulder and sensitive neck.

"Guess I can tell you how fucking good you taste, babe." You recognised that voice to be Mr Simply. You took the spare moment to catch your breath to look downwards, seeing the man's face between your parted legs, grinning cockily up at you. His lips had a light sheen to them, although you couldn't identify right away what it was.

Another face was beside him, pressing kisses and bites to the inside of your right thigh. His v-shaped grin made you heat up. It was then that you realised something poking at your entrance, parting your folds to run up and down your wet pussy.

"You're so tight... Looks like we get to be the first ones to ruin her." He suddenly pushed two of his fingers into you. You cried out a lewd moan, panting as he curled his fingers inside of you. A hand curled around your neck tightly, just loose enough for you to still breath. The lack of air made you dizzy, the sensations of Mr Day's fingers multiplying tenfold.

"Make that noise again, pretty kitty," Mr Deep growled, and you obeyed. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you panted harshly. Mr Shocking took a chance to take your tongue into his mouth, continuing his assault of long kisses.

Without warning, the knot in your stomach was released as you began to cum hard, your body spasming as your attempted to ride out your orgasm. Someone's warm tongue latched itself to your clit, suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly. You cried out as the pleasure turned to pain from overstimulation, but they didn't stop until your came a second time, your juices spilling into their mouths as they lapped up every droplet.

You weren't given a second to rest as you were suddenly lifted off of the sheets beneath you and held against something firm. You were pushed down onto all fours, your arms and legs shaking dangerously. Hands settled onto your hips from behind, another hand tugging at your hair and lifting your face upwards.

"I know that pretty mouth of yours can do more than screaming," Mr Floyd grinned before pressing the tip of his cock against your mouth. Without thinking, you opened up and closed your lips over the head before slowly moving down to take as much as you could, your tongue running against the underside of his shaft.

"Such a good girl..." Mr Mo groaned from behind as he lined himself up against your dripping core, pushing into with a quick snap of his hips. Your walls tightened further around him as his tip was pushed right up against your g-spot. "You're taking me so well..!"

The heavy cloud over your mind refused to lift as you were lifted into the arms of these sweet villains, their hands caressing you and giving you sweet release as you begged for more, more, more.

A small bottle stood on a table nearby, the cap loose. It would go unnoticed by you for a very long time. And even then, you wouldn't care about what it was. Not when you could have everything you wanted when you were with them.

The six men grinned at your sleepy form, bite marks and slight bruises littering your neck, hips and thighs. You were truly as sweet as sugar. They weren't planing on giving up their ragdoll any time soon.

Chapter 2

'Another day wasted.'

It was the first thought to come to your mind when you had awoken the next day, the sun already high above the horizon and glaring through your windows.

You didn't feel well rested, despite having slept for hours on end. Your mind was tired, your heart still ached, you didn't feel as if you had the strength to open your eyes. You just lay there on your bed, unmoving and unbothered.

You would have stayed there all day, had it not been for your hunger. Clutching at your stomach in pain, you remembered how you had barely eaten anything the previous day, too busy wallowing in self pity to even think about eating.

With a groan, you slowly sat up on the edge of your mattress, blinking away the sudden head rush that came with the movement. The floorboards felt cold beneath your feet, sending shivers up your spine as you placed them flat on the wooden flooring. You rubbed at your eyes as you stood up, stumbling out of your bedroom to go and wash up.

It was unbearably hot in your living room, prompting you to open up the patio doors to allow some air inside, the humidity increasing as a new wave of warm air wafted into the room. The echoing sounds of cicadas that rested on tree trunks beyond your fencing filled the air, buzzing and buzzing until that white noise in your mind was finally cancelled out.

You chewed slowly on your food, maybe to waste more time so that the sun would go down and you could go back to sleep. But it was barely noon and the sun was still hovering high in the sky, scorning you with its intense rays as if to punish you for wishing it to leave. It was going to be a long summer's day, and you were already sick of it.

Sick.

You suddenly placed your half-eaten plate of food down with a clatter as you scrambled to your feet, slapping a hand desperately over your mouth as you felt it rise and boil in your throat, barely making it to the bathroom as your stomach spewed out bile into the sink.

It was happening again, you realised as you continued to gag, fumbling to turn the tap on to wash away the disgusting sight before you, prompting you to choke again. It was all going so well, and now it's happening again. Tears welled in your eyes as you squeezed them shut. Just make it stop. Please make it stop.

Your legs finally collapsed from beneath you and you tumbled to the tiled floor, hands still clutched to the edge of the basin as you crouched down, head low and breaths heavy. A cold sweat had broken out over your skin, leaving you shivering and abnormally feverish.

It wasn't fair, you thought miserably. Nothing had happened. Nothing had gone wrong. But apparently something did go wrong. Things always go wrong. You can never seem to be at peace, no matter what you try. The sudden waves of anxiety that hit you when you least expected it wasn't your fault. And yet it was entirely your fault. Nothing made sense. Nothing ever made sense. You were too stupid to understand. You could never understand.

'If only I didn't go outside yesterday.'

But it still would have happened. This would still have happened. You didn't know why, but it would have. Because that's just how it works. It's not supposed to work that way. But for you, it does. You didn't need to understand. You just needed to let it happen. Even if you didn't want it to. You have no power, no control. Just fall to your knees and cry, as you always do. That's how it always works.

You stood up shakily, hesitantly staring back at the face in the mirror. She looked better than you did. Smiling, happy, glad she was behind the glass and wasn't there with you.

You blinked, and the image changed. That was you. You, with the messy hair and the dark, tired eyes, the sickly skin and pinched cheeks, frail and weak, gaze sullen and dazed. Lost and confused. Sad and pitiful. That was who you were.

Unable to look any longer, you twisted the faucet back on, cupping handfuls of cold water and splashing it over your face multiple times, scrubbing harshly at your eyes and mouth, rinsing it out to get rid of the sickening taste of bile. You didn't dare look back into the mirror as you grabbed your towel, rubbing it over your face and tossing it aside before exiting the bathroom.

Breakfast didn't sound appetising anymore, and you regretfully threw the rest of the food away. You stood in the middle of your living room, glancing around from the couch to the TV, to the console next to it, to the small bookshelf stuffed with a few books you had decided to keep for whatever reason, your fingers furling and unfurling against your palms.

They finally landed on a slim, black, hard-cover book shoved lopsidedly into the bottom shelf, it's ringed binder hanging out over the edge of the dark wood.

You reached for it, gingerly pulling it out of the shelf with the tips of your fingers, holding it at arms length as if it were some kind of wild animal. The first few pages were frayed and withered, but the rest were crisp and clean, untouched and unused.

You stared and stared at the tough cover, running your gaze over the blank darkness, as if you were searching for something. But you knew everything you were searching for was inside the book. The courage to look was dwindling away as time tricked by.

You suddenly grasped the corner of the cover, flipping it open with force and coming to a halt at the sight of the first page. All you saw was coloured blotches, streaking across the otherwise empty paper in messy lines. The blues and greens merged together in a disgusting mesh of hues, the watery disarray of paint unable to form any real structure.

After staring at it for a long while, face stoic, you flipped over to the next page. The paper was stiff and wrinkled, less like paper and more like cardboard, crackling with the slightest amount of pressure applied to it.

It was just the same as the previous one, if not, worse. You couldn't look at it for longer than a couple of minutes before moving on, and that time hastily shortened down to a few seconds until you finally reached a blank page.

With a shaky breath, you grabbed a pencil from one of the pots on your shelf and silently seated yourself down at the low table behind you. You hovered the lead over the white canvas, carefully moving it along with your hand, the sound of the pencil scratching against the paper filling your ears.

Your arm made jerky movements, wrist flicking left and right as you attempted to make an outline of something you had seen before, with the lead eroding away ever so slowly with each stroke. You watched your hand wander to every corner of the paper, pausing with a flinch every now and then when it moved just a little too far off the intended path.

The clock ticked on and on, seconds to minutes to hours, with you sat at the low table in the bright light of the sun in your living room, scratch, scratch, scratching away, even as your pencil became blunt, forcing it to mark out the lines of a seemingly misshapen landscape, thin and delicate lines becoming thick and crooked veins.

It wasn't until the pencil began stabbing the paper with its splintered tip that you finally stopped, moving your hand off the page to look down at the horrible mess you had made. It was the same picture as the others, only much, much more awful, with less colour and less sense of mind.

That same stoic face stared down at the page. Your grip on your pencil was now limp, your hand dropping to the floor by your side and the tool now slipping from your fingers, rolling over the floor and out of your reach.

You can't do anything right, can you?

The sting of tears in your eyes was going to drive you mad. You stood back up, ignoring the needle-like numbness in your lower limbs as you staggered to your bedroom, the urge to get out of the deathly silent house growing stronger.

You changed out of your clothes into an oversized beige hoodie and shorts, thinking that it wouldn't draw attention to yourself, only to realise that it would draw attention because what kind of idiot would wear a hoodie in the middle of summer? So you tossed it aside and pulled on a white vest and a grey dress-shirt on top instead, thankful that the loose fitting clothing would at least cover your curves.

You slipped on the first pair of sneakers you saw and left the house, your keys, purse and phone stuffed into your back pockets. You stood in front of your door for a moment, unsure of where to go, then ultimately decided that it really didn't matter, and you turned left and started walking.

You kept your head low, hands awkwardly swaying by your sides, unsure of where to put them because you had no other pockets. The sun was lower in the sky now, gently stretching your shadow behind you as you walked further and further down the street, following it wherever it took you because who cares where you would end up?

As always, there was no one outside besides you. The gentle patter of your footsteps against the cobbled pathway was the only sound you could hear besides the familiar twitter of birds above you. It was moments like these when you began to miss the sounds of the city, with its constant bustling streets and roads filling that emptiness in the air and somewhat reassuring you that you weren't completely alone in this world.

But here, you were. You were entirely alone.

You always thought you would be okay with that, and yet you were now hating it more than anything. How pathetic.

Glancing upwards, you noticed with a blink that the houses in the village were now far behind you. You paused, turning to look over your shoulder to see the shrunken structures in the distance, and your surroundings were instead replaced with rolling green fields of tall grass, mutely swaying in the breeze. How long had it been since you had started walking?

Despite your confusion, you turned back around and continued onward. You shouldn't think about it too much. You didn't want to think at all anymore.

And so, you walked. You walked and walked and walked. You had no idea where the road was headed towards, you had no idea if you were even in the Akashika District at that point, but that was fine. The unknown was welcomed with open arms. Anything to keep your mind quiet.

Unfortunately for you, though, all good things must come to an end. That end came far too quickly when your legs and feet began to ache. Your body was becoming tired — most likely due to you not having any food in your system — and your shortness of breath under the brutal summer heat was making your head spin. You needed to stop soon, unless you wanted to faint.

With great reluctance, you steered yourself to the side of the road, kneeling down with your knees tucked into your chest and your forearms hanging over them. You pushed your hair away from your face, disliking the sweat accumulating on your temple. Whilst you caught your breath, you looked back again down the road you had walked up, and the town was now a lot smaller than it was before.

You would have to walk back there eventually, you reminded yourself, and you outwardly groaned. You didn't want to do that. But you guessed it was your own fault, anyway. You deserved this. It's the consequence of your actions, isn't it? You acted irrationally, and now you had to suffer further.

The sound of a car horn startled you from your thoughts. You whipped your head over to your right with wide eyes, watching as a white car rolled to a stop a few feet ahead of you, its tires crunching against the dirt. The engine died down into silence as you heard the clutch being pulled into place with a squeak, catching a brief glimpse of a shadowy silhouette through the windscreen as it shuffled to get out of the car.

You were frozen in place as you watched a man step out of the vehicle, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes as he regarded you with a curious look, raising a brow as he stepped closer. His rounded face looked so familiar, as well as those large, half-lidded eyes, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. He wore a white shirt complete with a deep blue tie, which hung loosely under his unbuttoned collar. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his black slacks, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow, exposing his forearms.

"Are you okay there?" He asked, sauntering to a stop as he stood over you. You stared up at him, breath caught in your throat, unsure of what to say. No, you were not okay, but you couldn't just tell people that, could you? You had to be okay, you had to be normal.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." You attempted to smile, the strain of forcibly stretching your lips across your cheeks paining you greatly, and you would have kept it up if the man hadn't frowned at you. The smile that was more akin to a grimace slowly slipped off of your face, replaced by a nervous pinch to your lower lip instead.

"You don't look 'fine' to me," he stated bluntly, leaning down a little so that his head was mere inches away from your own. "What are you doing all the way out here on the ground?"

You inched yourself back slightly, wobbling under the uneven balance on your limbs. Excuses, you had to come up with excuses, but that was becoming an increasingly difficult task when the man interrogating you seemed to know that you were lying before you even spoke.

Just as you were about to lose your balance in your crouched position, he grabbed onto your upper arm to steady you. The warmth radiating from his palm seeped through your sleeve, your already boiling skin heating up further from the touch. You felt your cheeks heat up, too, the unfamiliar touch of this (admittedly attractive) man leaving you in a slight daze.

"I-I was just out for a walk, and I got tired, that's all," you quickly stammered, unable to look him in the eyes lest you burst into flames. His scrutinising look didn't falter, instead increasing as he squinted at you harshly.

"You look like you're gonna faint. I think you're a little more than tired, lady."

Your heart pounded painfully in your chest at his words. You were fine, totally fine, why couldn't he just accept that?

You gasped as you suddenly felt yourself being lifted off the ground, your arms pulled forward as he forced you to follow behind him. He was leading you to his car, his grip on you firm as if to say that you didn't have a choice.

"Where are you taking me?" You couldn't exactly trust a man you had just met so easily. He stopped in his tracks, turning to look back at you with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ah, sorry! I'm gonna look weird if I just start dragging you over here, huh?" He released your arms to bow mockingly, peering up at you through one eye as the other closed in a wink.

"The name's Akashika Ozo. Taxi driver, at your service." He grinned widely, seemingly proud of himself for the little skit he had pulled. Ozo straightened back up, taking a hold of your forearm tenderly this time and gesturing towards his car. "I was just planning on giving you a lift to wherever it is you're going. If you want one, that is."

Chapter 3

A cold beer can was pressed against your cheek, the cool water droplets smearing across your skin as you sighed blissfully. Ozo released his hold on you as you settled down onto the back seats of his taxi, leaning against the door frame as he brushed away the hair from his eyes.

"The AC doesn't work in here, so this is all I can do for you." You nodded, quietly thanking him before he shut the door, moving towards the driver's seat and strapping in. "You were headed for Iriabi, right?"

You paused, glancing at the back of his head.

"Iriabi...?"

"Yeah. That's where this road leads to. Want me to drop you off?"

"Uh.. N-No, I live in Akatsuka, so..." You were too embarrassed to say out loud that you had never heard of Iriabi before, and you shrunk down a little into your seat to try and avoid his gaze in the rear view mirror. Ozo raised a brow at your reaction but shrugged nonetheless, starting up the car and getting it into gear as it began rolling slowly down the uneven road, gradually picking up speed.

"Akatsuka, huh?" he continued, not wasting the opportunity to start some small talk with a pretty girl, "I've never seen you around before! And I never forget cute faces like yours once I've seen 'em." He winked back at you through the mirror, chuckling at how your mouth feel agape at his obvious flirting.

"Maybe a name for your face might help me remember?"

The sensible side of your brain was already screaming at the man for being so shameless with those dumb and cringe-worthy pickup lines, as if he had the audacity to think that they were good. But after being alone for so long, after having virtually no one to talk to like this for months on end, and especially after being complimented so nicely for the first time in who knows how long, as sad as it may sound, your heart jumped for joy and craved for more.

"It's [L/N] [Y/N]."

"[Y/N]..." he murmured, as if tasting the word in his tongue curiously, his lips twisting into a cheeky grin, "Suits you! Pretty name for a pretty girl!"

You stammered out another word of thanks, pinching the skin of your arm as a reminder to not to get ahead of yourself. You pushed away the hopeful thoughts from your mind, knowing that he wasn't serious. No one had ever been serious before, and this wasn't any different. Right?

The car ride back to Akatsuka village was a lot shorter then the walk would have been, and you found yourself re-entering the town after around ten minutes. Ozo had filled that small silence with gentle hums of a song you didn't recognise and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, his demeanour a lot more relaxed and slack compared to your tense form.

"What's your address? I'll drop you off!" His sudden question startled you out of your quiet stupor, and you quickly gave him the street name.

"Do you need directions?"

"Nah! I know this town like the back of my hand," he bragged, making a quick right turn as he rubbed his index finger under the bridge of his noise. True to his word, he managed to navigate his way through the wide and empty streets until he finally pulled the car to a halt outside your front door.

"Here's your stop!" He chuckled to himself, watching as you began to clamber out of the car, beer can still in your grasp. You came up to his window, too busy taking out your purse to notice him eye the meter momentarily before turning to you with the same curved smile.

"Did I forget to tell you? First timers get a free ride!"

You paused, staring at him wide eyed. Surely that wasn't a real thing?

"A-Are you sure? I have money--"

"Don't worry about it! You don't need to pay me a single yen."

"I... Well, thank you," was all you could say. You barely had enough energy to continue interacting anymore. You just wanted to go inside and lie down in front of your fan for the rest of the day. The air was stifling.

"It's nothing..!" Ozo's mind flew to his boss, knowing he wouldn't approve of him doing this, but then again there were many things his boss didn't approve of. This one would just have to be swept under the rug.

"Have a nice day," you bowed hastily, turning on your heel and heading to your front door, keys already grasped tightly between your fingers. Ozo flailed for words, not wanting to let you go just yet, but you were already halfway through the door, your face obscured by your strands of hair.

"You too, sweetheart! Maybe I'll see you again sometime!"

»»-----　♔　-----««

He never got a verbal response, only the sound of your door shutting behind you, the noise bouncing off the walls of nearby buildings and echoing around him. He sat back in his seat, rubbing his finger once again under his nose, grinning to himself.

"Nailed it."

Ozo began manoeuvring his car away from your home, sending one final glance back to your house through the side mirror before it disappeared from view.

Now that he was alone again, the quietness in his car and the town was really starting to bore him. It hadn't even been that long since he finished his break over at Iriabi with his youngest brother, but he felt as if he deserved another. It wasn't like there were going to be many people who needed a lift around here, anyway.

With a soft hum, Ozo diverted his car from the main road and set off down a smooth stone pathway instead, the grass on the edges of the road now becoming more clean cut and less wild and untamed.

Over the line of trees that were bunched together in the distance, he could make out two large and familiar houses, the sun glinting off of their grey tiled roofs. His eyes drifted over to the one on the right, with the roof being slightly lower and flatter compared to the other.

A smirk spread across his face as a thought drifted through his mind, and he pressed his foot down further onto the gas.

Rolling up in front of white stone fencing with the entrance carefully carved into a large circular shape, Ozo wasted no time in driving the car through the entrance and parking it in front of the wooden sliding doors at the front of the house. He left the car to sit in the gravelled driveway, whistling as he swung his keys around his index finger before allowing it to slip into his pocket.

He knocked loudly on the door, rocking back and forth on his heels as his brown orbs wandered around his surroundings, noticing the same coloured flowers and neatly cut hedges that were there the last time he was there, which seemed like such a long time ago. The sign with the words 'Midorito Estate' carved into it looked as if it had just been freshly polished, the wood surface shining smoothly under the sun.

The heat was starting to really irritate him by the time the door was slid open, revealing a man dressed in a grey yukata, whose eyes were narrowed and lips pulled into a scowl at the sight of Ozo on the other side of the door.

"Chorosuke! Long time no see!" Ozo cheerily greeted with a lazy wave of his hand.

"You were literally here just last night, Ozo," Chorosuke growled, his words turning into a strained yelp as Ozo simply walked past him.

"Well, it's been a long day for me." Kicking his shoes off with little grace or care for where they landed, Ozo swiftly evaded the angered hands of Chorosuke as they attempted to throttle him, easily navigating his way to the main sitting room and flopping himself down onto the tatami flooring in front of a large fan.

"Who said you could come in here?!" Ozo grumbled lowly, ignoring the man as he shut his eyes and relished in the cold wind as it breezed across his face, sifting through his hair and traversing down his neck. The collar of his shirt flapped noisily under the fan's wind, the whirring of its many hands almost enough to drown out Chorosuke's berating.

Almost.

"You're lucky I don't call the police on you! Do you have any idea what that would do to my family name?!"

"Yeah yeah, I heard ya' the last time you told me. Just relax.... We're brothers, anyway, aren't we?" Ozo's voice was already groggy with sleepiness, the whole ambiance of the room very close to lulling him to sleep.

Chorosuke stood by the door, a tense look in his eyes as he registered Ozo's words.

The word 'brother' was still foreign to him. It left an odd taste on his tongue whenever he spoke the word, and an equally odd ring in his ear when he heard it. All his life he had been brought up with his one and only younger sister, but now over the past two years, a handful of men show up with the same face as him, and one of them claiming them all to be long lost brothers.

It might not be far from the truth, especially with the fair bits of evidence he had seen, but even so...

"Hey, you got any beer? My stash ran out."

...Even so, how could he be related to such an idiot?

"Is that all you ever come here for?" Chorosuke grumbled, reluctantly moving over to a door on the far left wall which lead to the kitchen and grabbing a beer can from the fridge. He shut the fridge door, only to open it a moment later to grab a can for himself. He was going to need it if he was now forced to deal with that in his living room.

"If it's free, I'll take it," Ozo chuckled as the other returned, gladly taking the beverage and briefly pressing it to his warm neck before cracking it open.

"Then I'll charge you next time."

"You're already rich enough!"

Chorosuke hid the small smile threatening to break onto his lips behind his drink, turning his head away to peer outside of the opened doors revealing his vast and beautifully decorated back garden. It was the same blue sky, he noted, and it looked just as serene as it did when he saw it last.

"I'm surprised Toshio isn't with you today. Actually, that's probably a good thing..." Chorosuke began. He was more used to the two menaces storming his house at the same time instead of on separate occasions.

Ozo shrugged, "I haven't seen him all day. Who knows what he's doing..." A stretch of silence passed before Ozo suddenly snapped his fingers, his eyes lighting up. "Oh yeah! Did you make the call yet?"

"I managed to reach them this morning," Chorosuke nodded. "They'll be here by tomorrow night, if they're not swamped with work."

"That quick? I thought they'd be here by the end of the week!"

"Well, Hajime is unemployed, so he has plenty of time on his hands, and Karatsugu is barely paid attention to in his office. I'm not too surprised."

Ozo made a small noise of agreement. A soft smile stretched across his lips as he gazed at the fully grown maple tree sat in the centre of Chorosuke's garden. It had been a while since he and his brothers had gotten together, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. The memories of the last time they gathered together under the same roof made him giddy with anticipation as to what havoc they would wreak this time around.

His thoughts swirled back and forth through his mind for a while before one particular thought lingered in front of his mind, allowing his smile to morph into an impish grin. He elbowed Chorosuke beside him to garner his attention, who only stared at him with an unimpressed grimace.

"Guess what, guess what?" He was already snickering. Chorosuke knew he didn't want to hear whatever this story was going to be, but he had no other choice, unfortunately.

"....What?" He sighed.

"I'm pretty sure I picked up a hitch hiker off the road today," Ozo began, "and she was super pretty. Like, gorgeous."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because! Don't you wanna hear about how big her boo-"

"Shut up!" Chorosuke hissed, grabbing a newspaper from nearby and smacking the roll over his target's head. Ozo only chuckled, barely moving away from his attacker. "What if Dayoko was to hear you?! You have no manners whatsoever, you dolt!"

"You say that, but your face is so red!" Ozo began to cackle with laughter, his free hand smacking his knee. Chorosuke stammered, a sweat now breaking out on his temple as he attempted to right himself.

"I-It is not! Just stop talking about it!"

"Aww, but I'm serious! It's been so long since I've seen a new face as cute as hers," Ozo sighed dreamily, his gaze now distant as he remembered your features, your voice, the little ticks of nervousness throughout the whole taxi ride... "And I know where she lives, too! So I can visit her whenever!"

"Please don't. That's just creepy. Borderline stalking," Chorosuke shook his head. He went to take another sip of his beer, only to find the can already empty. Ozo shook his, also finding it devoid of his favourite alcoholic drink. He gave Chorosuke a pointed look, eliciting a groan from him.

He stood up to fetch another beer. Maybe something stronger this time.

Chapter 4

The train journey was excruciatingly long, just as they remembered it to be. Karatsugu peered out the window beside him, his eyes stuck to the darkening sky above, which was also tinted a slight shade darker due to him wearing his large aviator sunglasses. He watched as the scenery outside gradually changed from strictly endless waves of tall green grass and trees to small buildings in the far distance and flat earth.

Across from him, Hajime sat silently, slouching in his seat as he clutched his large backpack to his chest to rest his chin atop it, his eyes shut as he slept quietly. A small smile came to Karatsugu's lips before he yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand whilst his other arm stretched up above his head. He let it fall down onto his lap lazily as he went back to staring out the window, his leg jumping up and down lightly as he inwardly became impatient.

It had been quite a while since he had last come to Akashika District; a year, to be exact. He still remembered the first time he had visited that place like it was only yesterday, as well as the interesting adventure he and his newfound brothers took part in. Karatsugu smiled fondly at the memory, wondering just what else they would be getting up to this time.

He was quickly snapped out of his daydreams as a voice spoke over the intercom, and although it sounded very fuzzy and full of static, he could just about make out what the voice said:

'We are now arriving at Akashika Station. This is the train's final stop. Please ensure you have all your items of belonging before leaving the train. We are now arriving at...'

The voice repeated itself several more times before it fell silent, and Karatsugu could feel the train begin to slow down. He carefully, and very cautiously, leaned forward to nudge Hajime's knee, attempting to rouse him from his nap.

"Hajime... You need to wake up now, we're here..." he mumbled, gently calling for his younger brother. He could feel a bead of sweat beginning to accumulate on his temple as Hajime didn't stir, prompting him to nudge a tad bit harder whilst also bearing in mind to not push his own luck, lest he want a fist to the face.

Thankfully, that didn't happen, and Hajime grumbled against his backpack as his eyes sluggishly cracked open. His dark gaze landed on Karatsugu for a moment before it wandered around the train compartment, shifting slightly in his seat and raising his head. He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, wincing at the soreness from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in.

"... We're here?" he mumbled, barely audible over the ruckus of the train still moving against the tracks. Karatsugu nodded, taking his phone out of his pocket whilst Hajime stretched his arms. Karatsugu swiped through the group chat one of his brothers had created, skimming over his unread messages from hours ago to begin tapping away at his screen.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets

12:24

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Who changed the group chat name?

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] Who do u think lol

[Ozo🍺🚖] its gr8 right! sexxxxxxxxxxxx tuplets HAHAH

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Please shut up.

[Ozo🍺🚖] ur alwas so booooooring chorosuk e lolol anyway! karatsugu n hajime! wya?

[Hajime🐈‍⬛🐾] train

That is correct burazzas!~~😎😎✨✨ Our travels have only barely just begun!💫💫 We will be arriving later tonight! I'm sure you are all very excited for our arrival, hmm~~? 🥀🥀🥀🥀😎😎😎😎

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] We get it plz stop with those ugly ass emojis

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] KARAMATSU NIISAN ICHIMATSU NIISAN HIHHIHUHIHUU!!!!! HIRRY UP I WANNA PLAY!!!!!!

[Chorosuke💐🌹] I don't want to kick you out again, Jyushimatsu. Please don't spam.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets 19:03

[72 unread messages]

We are arriving at the station!✨✨ Ozo, burazza, would you be so kind as to give us a lift?😎😎😎

[Ozo🍺🚖] sureeee its abt time u guys got here!

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] YAYYYYAYA!!! YOUR HERE YOURH ERE!!! OSOMATSU NIISAN CAN I CUM A SWELL????!!!!

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] oh my god eww

[Ozo🍺🚖] Yh! the more the happier as they say

[Chorosuke💐🌹] It's: 'The more, the merrier.' Honestly, how do you not know?

[Ozo🍺🚖] I ain't no nerd anyway ill be there in 10!

──

Satisfied with Ozo's response, Karatsugu put away his phone and stood up, reaching up to the overhang and carefully sliding his suitcase out and onto the floor. He also did the same for Hajime's suitcase, having a sneaking suspicion that the man wouldn't get it himself, but he wasn't bothered by it.

They waited for the train to pull to a stop, the metal wheels against the tracks squeaking and groaning loudly into the air. The voice over the intercom spoke again, signalling that all passengers were now allowed to leave.

So, with their suitcases in hand and their backpacks slung over their shoulders, the two brothers exited the train and stepped onto the same barren and quiet platform. The warm evening air pushed into their faces, the heat a lot tamer than it would be during the day. Hajime looked up towards the sky for a moment, witnessing the final shreds of sunlight melt away into the night as a dark blanket covered the sky.

"We should head outside," Karatsugu spoke up, his baritone voice echoing around the area, "they could be here any minute, now." He had already begun walking towards the exit, and after a few seconds, he heard his brother's footsteps shuffling along the concrete ground, following him from behind.

Karatsugu stepped out first, taking a deep breath of fresh air as a soft breeze picked up around him briefly before it died down. He smiled at the scenery, already feeling at home with his excitement growing by the second.

"Karamatsu-niisan."

The man screamed, jumping on the spot and tripping over his own feet as he tumbled to the ground, his mouth agape and sunglasses askew on his face, eyes darting around to see where that sudden voice came from, only to find a man standing to his right with a brown paper bag over his head and the roughly cut holes where his eyes should be dark and devoid of life.

Hajime stepped out next, taking one good look at Karatsugu on the ground and raising his brow before looking over to the paper bag man. He barely reacted, only giving a slight nod and saying:

"Long time no see, Jyushimatsu."

"Aha! Same here, Ichimatsu-niisan!" Jyushimatsu laughed, rocking back and forth on his heels giddily. Karatsugu, still on the ground, gradually collected himself and cupped his chin with this thumb and forefinger, smirking as if he hadn't just screamed like he had seen a ghost.

"Heh! Jyushimatsu! It has been some time since we last spoke in person!" Unsurprisingly, Karatsugu went ignored as the other headed towards a car that was parked a little further down the road, with the engine still running and the lights beaming down onto the gravelled path. Karatsugu only hummed amusedly, standing up and brushing himself off, making sure to readjust his glasses before grabbing his things and following behind them, listening in on their conversation.

"A lot of things have changed around here since you last visited, you know!" Jyushimatsu swung his arms back and forth as he walked, the smile in his voice heard through his words.

"Yeah? Like what?" Hajime readjusted his backpack on his shoulder, throwing a side glance towards Jyushimatsu. The paper bag man only giggled, his head now swaying side to side, as if nodding along to some unheard tune.

"Things!" Was all he said as they reached the car. The trio paused as the driver's door opened, and out clambered a grinning Ozo with a beer can in hand.

"Finally! I thought you guys were never gonna show up!" He complained, though there was no bite behind his words. Hajime shook his head as he watched Ozo take a large swig from his can.

"You couldn't wait until we got to that otaku's house to start drinking? I don't want to die because of your shitty driving..." he shuffled over to the car, opening the trunk and pushing his suitcase in there as Jyushimatsu sat in the back seats.

"I'm not a lightweight! I can handle more than one can, y'know!" Ozo sat back down in his seat, and Karatsugu also went over to place his suitcase in the trunk before closing it. Hajime sat in the back with Jyushimatsu, leaving the passenger seat up front available. Once they were all settled in the car, Ozo manoeuvred the car out of its parked position and back onto the road.

"Let's chuck your stuff at that guy's place, and then we can go drinking!" Ozo cheered, Jyushimatsu matching his excitement. Karatsugu couldn't help but laugh, and even Hajime couldn't control the small smirk that crept its way onto his face, which he quickly hid behind his backpack.

It was nice to be back.

»»-----　♔　-----««

You sighed softly as you wiped down the bar top with the slightly damp cloth in your palm. Glancing at the small clock on the wall behind you, you took note of how it had been just over an hour since your shift at Bang Bang Chicken Bar had started and, as per usual, barely anyone had entered the bar. There was that one regular customer who had already came and went — a man with very large front teeth who asked for the same drink every other night, attempted to flirt with you, then would leave with the promise of coming back as a rich French man... whatever that means.

Another sigh escaped you. It was now just past nine o'clock, and you had a strong feeling that the hours were going to slip by a lot slower than you would like. That, and coupled with the fact that you would be the only one working at the bar at this hour (aside from your boss, who would be cooped up in his office until early hours of the morning), you knew it would be yet another boring night ahead.

Well, maybe not entirely boring.

The sound of drums suddenly filled the silence in the bar, which was soon followed by the sound of heavy strums of electric guitars and keyboards. A woman's voice began belting lyrics into the microphone. You watched the band, Killer Fish, perform on the raised platform in the centre of the room, the seven women on stage lost in their own world of death metal music as their heads nodded along violently to the beat.

When you had first started working at Bang Bang Chicken Bar — an obscure bar at the end of a long, winding and empty road on the outskirts of Akatsuka Village — you did not expect the seven quiet and well-dressed women on the stage to start singing death metal. It scared you half to death the first time you heard the screech of guitar strings echoing through the desolate bar. Even the lead singer, Totoko, dressed in a formal Japanese yukata with her hair styled up in an old-fashioned bun, her face stoic and serious, shocked you with her booming voice and scratchy vocals of a true death metal singer.

It was all so unexpected, and the tremors of the music had left you slightly shaky once the first performance was over. Now, though, you had become used to the music, and although it wasn't your preferred choice of music, you began to enjoy the performances. It made the whole bar feel so much more alive.

By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, the performance was over and the group was setting themselves up for another song. You, with nothing better to do, decided you would turn to the shelves stacked with all kinds of alcoholic drinks behind you and sort through them again, making sure they were presented with their labels faced towards the patrons and that they were organised neatly, despite the fact that you had already done this. Three times.

Whilst you mindlessly traced your fingers along the glass bottles, the music started up again, drowning out the sound of the door to the bar opening.

In walked six men, each dressed in black suits, and each of them boisterous and excited to begin their night of drinking. They awed at the group on stage for a moment before one of them took charge and pushed them over to an empty table in the middle of the room. They took their seats and began conversing with each other, laughing at some joke someone made or at another's crazy antics.

Eventually, two of them stood up from their seats, one seemingly more casual with his hands tucked into his pockets whilst the other, donning a black yukata, seemed more uptight with an annoyed frown pressed onto his upturned lips. The two began making their way over to the bar, where you were stood with your back still turned, oblivious of what was happening behind you until your ears picked up the sound of two men conversing.

You tilted your head slightly, squinting your eyes as if it would help with figuring out whether you were hearing things or not, but as the voices grew closer, your eyes widened as you realised no, this wasn't your imagination, and there were actually other customers in the bar.

Turning on your heel, you physically felt your brain fizzle and pop like an old lightbulb at the sight of the two men coming closer towards you, their faces still fresh in your mind from the first time you had encountered them on separate occasions.

"Come on, Chorosuke! You're loaded! A couple of drinks with your money won't hurt anyone!" It was that taxi driver from the other day who was talking, that same sleazy grin displayed proudly on his face as he poked fun at the man next time him; that man from the store who had given you that watermelon, which actually was sweet.

"You and I both know you won't be having 'a couple of drinks!' And you have your own money! Pay for yourself!" He shouted over the music, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he knew all too well that he would inevitably be paying for the drinks. You could only stand in silence as they grew closer and closer, neither of them truly paying attention to your presence as they continued to bicker back and forth until they were stood right in front of you.

Ozo turned to you first, his mouth opening to make his request until his half-lidded eyes locked onto your face. He frowned for a split-second before his eyes widened, the smirk on his lips stretching into an excited grin as he instantly recognised you. Chorosuke, confused by his brother's odd reaction, turned to you as well, only for his expression to fall into a look of horror, his pale cheeks flushing a bright crimson.

"It's you!" They exclaimed together, their tones completely opposite to one another. Pausing, they whipped their heads to look at each other confusedly. "Wait, what?" they questioned in unison.

"How do you know her?" Chorosuke quickly demanded, his eyes flitting between your nervous form and the man beside him.

"I told you, I met a pretty girl yesterday!" Ozo reminded him, "And what about you?"

"I-I, well... We bumped into each other at the market the other day..." Chorosuke's voice trailed off, secretly hoping you would remember him so that he wouldn't be humiliated in front of the one man who wouldn't let something like this go. Lucky for him, you did remember. You remembered that interaction all too well.

"Really?! Wow! Small world, right?" Ozo turned to you, leaning against the bar top with one arm as he gave you a quick once over, a flirtatious look in his eyes that only served to make you shrink into yourself. "Do you remember me? I dropped you off yesterday! Man, if I knew you worked here, I would come by more often!"

They seemed to be waiting for some kind of reaction from you, so you took a minute step back from the countertop and chuckled nervously, an odd smile on your face that probably didn't look like a smile at all.

"Aha... Yeah! Hi... again..."

This was going to be a long, long night.

Osomatsu - 'Hymn for the Missing'

𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: 𝙃𝙮𝙢𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙍𝙀𝘿

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hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading! <333]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Waking up again with his mind running on fumes. He hated the feeling, though he should be used to it by now.

Sitting up in his seat, Osomatsu groaned lowly as he felt a sharp stiffness in his neck and shoulders, his back also aching from the slouched position he had fallen asleep in. He rolled his neck slowly, sucking in a breath as it cracked in a few places.

His desk was scattered with loose papers and uncapped pens, as usual. Blearily peering at the scribbled words of his own handwriting, he frowned as his head began to ache, and he rested his palms over his eyes.

Taking in one long, deep breath, he pushed himself away from his desk and stood up, his right hand rubbing his sore left shoulder, staring down at a particular paper for a few seconds longer before forcing himself to leave the room.

A few steps down the hallway, he entered a room to the left — the bathroom. Flicking the light switch upwards, he flinched as the warm coloured light bulb filled the room in a golden glow. Osomatsu fumbled with the faucet as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, eventually turning it on and grabbing his toothbrush.

As he brushed his teeth, his tired gaze wandered around the area in front of him, landing on the small cup on the sink filled with a large tube of toothpaste and a spare white toothbrush. Beside the cup was a small tub filled with different facial cleansers, each a unique, fruity scent that used to fill the space next to him. Now, the air was stale.

He wandered out of the bathroom after a short while, dragging himself over to the kitchen to grab whatever was available to eat. Opening the fridge door, he wasn't surprised to see it almost completely barren, save for a couple of eggs and a carton of milk. Osomatsu tried searching for a spare plate to put his omelette on, but all his plates were dirty and stacked up in the sink, along with a majority of any other dishes and cutlery he owned. It was all a mess. There was even a pile of beer cans scattered in the corner of the kitchen by the bin, which he most likely wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't almost tripped on one of them.

It wasn't always like this. He knew that.

Osomatsu's hair was a dishevelled mess. His cowlicks wouldn't stand up the way they used to, and his bed hair wouldn't flatten down no matter how much he tried to smooth them out with water. Pausing with a blank look at the mirror, his hand still resting on the back of his head, he began to remember a time when there was someone there to nimbly fix his hair for him, fingers gently brushing through his hair, soothing him, bringing a smile to his face in the early mornings, just like this.

He could still feel the ghost of a touch hovering over his scalp. He frowned as he willed it to touch him, but it only disappeared.

The commute to work was as dull as ever. Sitting on the crowded train, being jostled back and forth between the sea of bodies around him, receiving the same odd looks he always got when he wore his brown detective suit, although maybe this time they were staring because of how unkempt he looked. It wasn't a bother to him anymore, though. What was the point?

His eyes were trained to the ground as he walked the rest of the way to his office building, a hand stuck in his pocket and keeping a tight grip on his phone, his fingers twitching every now and then as he felt his anticipation begin to spiral out of control. Upon entering the building, he didn't notice a man in a professional grey suit up ahead beginning to walk towards him, nervously fiddling with the silver watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Detective Osomatsu?" The man flinched, slowly bringing his head up to find a familiar face standing before him.

"Ah... Todomatsu... Good morning." Osomatsu cleared his throat, finding it deep and gravelly, scratching at his throat with each word spoken from his lips. Todomatsu frowned, hesitantly reaching a hand out towards his friend before placing it back at his side.

"We've been trying to contact you for a while now, detective. Did you get any of our emails or calls?" Todomatsu shifted his stance from leaning on his right leg to his left. A silent sigh left him as Osomatsu nodded, his eyes almost absent from the conversation  entirely as he brought out his phone, staring hard at the dark screen.

"Osomatsu," Todomatsu tried again, "We really need your help on these other cases that have just been piling up in your absence. We understand you're in a... a difficult situation right now, but maybe working on something else will help get your mind off of things for a while —"

"How will any of that help..?" Todomatsu fell silent upon hearing the detective speak. "Don't you get it? I don't — I can't work on anything else until this one is solved." His low murmuring started sounding more and more frantic as he held his blank phone screen up to Todomatsu's face.

"I've been waiting, and waiting, for a phone call, or—or a text message, or something! That isn't from any of you! And I just... I don't have anything to go off anymore! All the leads, all the clues, they go nowhere! What else am I supposed to do?"

Todomatsu yelped as Osomatsu suddenly clutched onto the front of his suit, his dark eyes stormy and clouded as he now began screaming, everyone's attention now turned to him.

"She wouldn't just up and leave for no reason! It was only supposed to be one hour — I was only meant to be in this goddamn building for one fucking hour, if it weren't for you bastards taking up all my time, and by the time I got back, she —" He choked, his head falling low as the tears began to once again fall in thick streams down his cheeks.

"Now she's gone... I have no fucking clue where she could be, or who did this... Or maybe it's just all my fault she left... off the face of the earth, all because of me, because I'm not... good enough..."

His whispered begs for an answer fell short as his throat was overtaken by cries and suppressed sobs, clenching his jaw only for his whole body to shiver with unreleased tears, his hands becoming loose as he fell to the floor on his knees, knocking his hat off of his head to pull at his own dark tresses, hoping to feel something again, but it wasn't the same.

Todomatsu stood in silent shock, the grief rolling off of Osomatsu in waves, rendering the man useless and unsure of what to do or say. A hand suddenly clamped down onto his shoulder, startling him out of his own stupor.

"I-Inspector Choromatsu..."

"I'll take it from here," the man with a tight-lipped frown nodded, gently manoeuvring Todomatsu out of the way as he knelt down to Osomatsu's level. He eyed him for a moment from underneath his fedora before slowly taking a hold of Osomatsu's wrist. He carefully pried his fingers off of his hair, silently guiding the weeping man to his feet and out of the building, quickly sending a scalding glare back to all those who had stopped to stare, all of them jumping back to work.

Osomatsu didn't register himself being put into Choromatsu's car and being taken home. Choromatsu was very reluctant to send his friend to an empty home, where he knows he'll just feel worse about the whole situation, but he also remembered what had happened the last time he had tried to get Osomatsu to stay at his own home. He was thankful that Osomatsu's breakdown wasn't as violent as the last one had been.

"You have my number. Give me a call whenever you want, and I'll keep you updated, alright?" Choromatsu watched as his friend vaguely nodded, catching smaller and smaller slivers of Osomatsu's pale face through the crack in the door before it closed completely, leaving him out in the stony and cold hallway. He waited a moment longer before slowly turning away, glancing back one final time before disappearing down the elevator.

Osomatsu had wandered into his study again, staring holes into all the scattered papers covering his entire desk before fluttering to the floor, pooling around his desk and chair. He tentatively reached out for a manila folder laying in front of him, steadily opening the cover to flick through all the evidence, red writing scrawled all over the pages. Each one stating that none of the evidence matched up, something didn't make sense, he was getting nowhere, absolutely nowhere, why was nothing adding up? Why couldn't he figure it out? Why couldn't anyone figure it out? How did it all go wrong?

In a sudden fit of rage, he launched the folder across the room, the heavy weight of paper crashing against the floor. It was swiftly followed by another thud as Osomatsu swiped his arm over the desk, shoving everything onto the ground. A yell of frustration and grief tore itself from his lungs as he continued to rip and tear at every piece of red writing he could find, a flurry of paper floating around him as he continued trashing the room until he became exhausted.

He sat on the carpeted ground, finding nothing else to break so he forcefully grabbed at his head with his hands, heaving heavy breaths as red started to leave his vision. He spotted something else on the ground, instead; a picture.

Osomatsu froze, shaky fingers reaching out for the crumpled photograph and bringing it up to his face. He smoothed out the crinkles to reveal a beautiful, smiling face, the shining eyes he would always remember staring straight up at him. He traced over the plump and pretty lips, the locks of hair that framed the face of the woman he loved so enchantingly.

A name croaked from his lips, followed by a shuddering breath, and then fresh, hot tears. The picture blurred together as he brought it close to his chest, crushing it under his grip as he called the same name out again desperately, falling to the ground and curling into himself as his sobs filled the air.

His heart ached, painfully so, tear after tear being shed, his head throbbing violently, his whole body racking with stuttering breaths. He would lay there for hours, the afternoon light filtering through the window steadily turning darker and darker, leaving Osomatsu to cry himself to sleep, the picture still in his clutches, now stained with his tears.