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ren kaji x idol!reader

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✰ ݁ ˖┊: content: obsessed!kaji, soft yandere!kaji, idol!reader, parasocial relationship, obsession, male masturbation, hand-job, dom!kaji, facial, cum eating, toxic behaviour, violence (not against reader), creepy behaviour, kaji scares you a little at the end :// but he means so well, he just wants to protect you <33 all chars are aged up

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Kaji who’s just so so so obsessed with his favourite pretty little idol.

He didn’t mean for it to happen, no. But they never really do, do they? Just get caught up so caught up that they don’t even know the path their heart has led them down. Don’t know what to do when they’ve fallen so deep into the trap of dazzling cameras and flashing lights.

For Kaji, it all starts out rather simple– too simple, almost. A friend leaning over his shoulder, phone screen propped up in his hand. A picture of your face, your blinding smile on full display as his friend prattles on about you. Everything you, really.

In the moment, he has no amount of care for you in his bones. Right then he simply rolls his eyes at the other man, pulls his headphones back in place. Effectively shuts out the rest of the world just as he always does. He’s never cared about idols before– especially not popular ones like yourself. So why should he this time? Just ‘cause his friend finds you cute?

Whatever.

Yeah, in that moment he pretends to forget all about you. Cussing at his friend, effectively telling him to ‘fuck off with his useless shit’-- his words, of course. Yet, your name. That pretty little smile, the one that makes him feel almost electric continues to run through his brain.

Continues to rattle around behind his eyes, continues to force its way inside of his conscious with no remorse. No matter how loud he turns up his headphones, how hard he swings his fists, your name continues to irk him like a stupid fucking shadow.

For a week it goes on. For a whole week it feels like you’re haunting him like a shadow.

Never before had he noticed all of your posters. The ones in convenience stores advertising drinks, the motivational ones in cafe’s telling him to cheer up with that little pout on your lips. Your arm held up in a gentle flex. Never before had he noticed your advertisements on tv. Staff making you all dolled up to promote something stupid like a fried chicken chain.

Turns out the entire world is utterly engulfed by everything you.

He finally gives in after seeing one of your CDs at a record store. Finally gives in after a week of hell– your presence leaking into his soul to the point he simply could no longer avoid it. Could no longer hold back from googling your name, listening to your music, watching your performances, watching your interviews, reading your articles, following your accounts, finding out who your staff are–

He doesn’t sleep that night. Doesn't think he can with how his heart is racing, his head is pounding. He feels like he’s dying. Is this a heart attack? Is he going to pass on? What the fuck is he feeling? What is making him feel like he’s falling into insanity?

And thus is the birth of your biggest fan, Ren Kaji. <3

Not that he tells anyone, anyway. Why the fuck should he tell anyone? It’s not light they have the right to know. They don’t have the right to know anything about him– much less what his headphones are playing.

It’s always you, of course. All of your albums play on loop through his headphones. Over and over again. Never stopping for even a second. The classic rock he used to listen to all but forgotten in the face of everything you.

Your voice just as sweet as the candy he eats religiously, your face just as pretty as the sunset over the horizon. Your very existence comes as close to the importance of the very oxygen he breathes.

No one can really blame him for falling so easily, honestly. No one can blame him for falling for a piece of safety, a piece of calmness in the world he normally enjoys being so rough. For so easily siding with your charms. Especially whenever he attends your concerts. When it feels like you’re singing just to him.

When your face lights up whenever it crosses his in the audience, when you shoot him a wink that almost caused him to die from the all-consuming heat that surrounded his very being. His face is hot, red. The lollipop in his mouth breaking as he clenches his jaw, hard shards of glittery candy falling uselessly against his tongue.

You noticed him. You know him. Maybe you could come to like him too?

The moment was perfect. Maybe a start to some sort of cheesy romantic-comedy in his head. The start to getting to know you, being your friend. Protecting you.

But of course the fucking guy standing next to him had to ruin it all. Whining so excitedly that the wink was sent at him instead. That you, a practical goddess, would ever give attention to some fucking low life like him? Some fucking perverse creep who didn’t truly understand your beauty. Understand you.

Fucking disgusting.

Unfortunately, the night didn’t end like a romantic movie would. You did not invite him backstage, nor did he leave with your number scribbled across his palm. It left with him being escorted off the premises. The pervert’s blood on his fist.

He doesn’t regret taking the swing. What? Was he just supposed to let that shit slide? Of fucking course not. He’s not about to let anyone else get delusional about you. No, and that wink was definitely meant for him. Not that creep.

He’s sure of it.

He’s sure of a lot of things he probably shouldn’t be, to be honest.

Especially when he wraps his hand around his cock at night. When he imagines it’s your cute little hand wrapped around him instead of his own. When he buries his face into a towel he caught at one of your shows– the gentle scent of your perfume still lingering across the surface. The same towel he sleeps with under his pillow every night.

Someday it’ll be you laying next to him. At least that’s what he hopes. His dreams during the day spilling into something else during the night. Hopes that one day his admiration for you can turn into something more. Hopes that one day he’ll get to have you on his bed, your cute little frame kneeling between his legs as he rests against the headboard.

Hopes to see your flushed little face, eyes half-lidded, already fucked out and submissive just for him. Hopes to coach you through touching his cock with his own hands. Showing you how to wrap your fingers around the base– how your hand wouldn’t even be able to make it all the way around his girth.

Imagines the way you would whine quickly, his hand guiding you up and down his length. Squeezing it just the way he likes you to. Watches the way your thumb would flick cutely over the tip, rubbing his precum around the head. Teasing him just like a brat would.

Seeing your cute little expression as you move your head close to his cock, following his directions so well as you open your mouth, tongue falling out as you prepare to taste his cum. White hot streams of it shooting from his cock, coating your face. Your tongue, lips, cheeks– hell maybe even a glob of it could land on your eye. Shit. That would be a sight.

The cute little giggle that would leave your lips as your messy hand would come up, the little “Oopsies~” That would leave your lips as you wipe it off, bringing it to your lips. Licking your hand clean as he comes down from his high. How you’d smile to yourself, proud little waves of excitement radiating from your form.

The way he’d give sugar-coated insults, pulling you back up his body for a rough kiss. One that told you that you can’t get too big a head or else he might have to do something about it. The way the fresh smell of your shampoo would run through the very air he breathes. That same gentle smell that reminds him of forest flowers in a delicate bloom.

It’s only then that reality returns to him. A mess in his hands, your towel pressed against his nose as he remembers that he still has to make all of that a reality. So he can protect you from those guys like at the concert. Hell, so he can protect you from the rest of the world.

It’s those feelings that drive him to do something rash. Something just a tad bit extreme. Well, it really is too bad that the sane part of him is long gone. The need to protect you driving him to buy more copies of your newest album than he can count. The part of him that scowers each copy for a ticket to your handshake event. The part of him that buys up any extra tickets that he can online.

The part of him that makes him stand back until the rest of your fans finish their turns. Holding place at the back of the line– kind enough to still let everyone else have their turns. Let the rest of your fans greet you, say their thanks. They are important to your career, afterall, and he isn’t dumb enough to keep the normal ones away from you. Even if just a little part of him wants to.

But as the clock ticks on and the line wains down, he can’t help but feel restless. Can’t stop his heels from rocking to his toes, his fingers fiddling with loose threads inside of his hoodie pockets. Can’t help but feel annoyed as he is kept from you longer and longer.

Ah, you have no clue the relief he feels when it’s finally his turn. When he takes all of the handshake tickets out of his pocket, places them on the table in front of you with force before reaching his hand out to hold yours.

The shock evident on your face is something he’s never seen before. The way your eyes slowly lift to him, take in his full face for the first time. He’ll never forget it. He could never forget anything to do with you.

Hundreds of handshake tickets sit between your bodies. Each one lasting for a duration of 10 seconds.

You gulp quietly, a shaky smile spreading to your lips as you slowly clasp his hand into your own, shaking it slowly. Eyes darting to your manager and your security for only a second before returning back to him. Silence hanging heavy, your voice bleeding ever-so-softly through the headphones around his neck.

The lollipop rolling in his mouth, waiting for you. Surrounded by everything you.

“Th-Thank you for your support!”

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hellooo amor it’s nice to meet u !! ^ ^ <3 omg i saw ur suggestions were open and i was thinking about kaji !! he’s always with enomoto & kusumi and i can imagine him trying to play off having a crush bc he doesn’t want you to know just yet, but those two ?? are absolutelyyy not letting that happen. as soon as you’re in sight, kusumi’s texting the entire gc and enomoto’s elbowing him in the side with a knowing smile— and he gets soo flustered and clammy 😭 he’s so cute

DID SOMEONE SAY CUPIDS?

Kusumi and Enomoto have to always look out for their grade captain, right? And that includes sneaking into Ren Kaji's love life. 0.8k fluff!!

The thing about REN KAJI is that he thinks he's discreet.

From stealing glances, opening doors, gifting you things, and even using his headphones less from worrying that you might grow tired of his "huh's" and "hm's" from not reading your lips properly, Kaji is sure that he is the king of discretion when it comes to hiding his growing crush on you.

Luckily for him, Kusumi and Enomoto know him better than he knows himself. They see the qualities, and the greatness in him that he sometimes fails to see. Of course, his 'strange' behavior towards you does not go unnoticed.

When first confronted about it, he shrugged. With a trembling voice and trying his best to feign disinterest, Kaji stated that no, he did not have a crush on you. "I treat Yn the same as I do everyone else, so don't go gettin' any funny ideas."

Ren Kaji doesn't feel anything for you, so why does he freeze whenever he sees you strolling around when he's on patrol? Why does his body temperature rise until he resembles a human oven and his face gets all red when you're nearby?

He's running out of excuses as the weather slowly gets colder and his friends invite you places with them more often. Kusumi and Enomoto share knowing glances as they turn to you, inviting you to accompany them on patrol.

When you agree, Kaji thinks he's going to burn the place down from how hot he feels, his face now a new shade of crimson. As you walked around with the three men, Kaji 'subtly' pulled his headphones from his ears, striking up a conversation.

If he was being honest with himself, your voice was better than any melody that rang through his earphones. Gosh, you could send him voice notes and those would be playing all day if it were up to him.

Kusumi and Enomoto slowed down their steps and got lost for a bit, unbeknownst to you and Kaji. You got so lost in the conversation that you didn't notice those two running to where you were, their hands behind their backs.

"Hey—let's go to Cactus Bakery! We could all use some sweets right now, right Kusumi?"

Kaji looked at them in confusion, as his vice-captains grinned from ear to ear. The whole walk towards Cactus he grew concerned as to what his classmates were planning, as they would not reveal what they hid.

"Yn! You mind going in and saving us a spot? We just needa talk to Kaji for a bit."

You nodded happily as you stepped inside the bakery, taking a seat as you waited for the trio to step inside. As soon as you were out of sight, Kusumi and Enomoto shared a look, then looked at Kaji.

Kusumi's arms were now in front of Kaji, a small box of chocolates in them. He handed them to him, offering him a knowing smile. Enomoto was next, revealing that what he had behind his back was a small, but colorful bouquet.

"You're gonna give these to her, and tell her she's beautiful. Then, you're gonna pay for her food. Finally, you're gonna take her home."

"What the hell? I told you I don't feel any—"

"Deny all you want, Kaji, but we all know. Besides, this is an order!"

"Huh?"

Kusumi pulled out his phone, showing Kaji a text message conversation.

KUSUMI [1 Attachment] Yn joined us for patrol again!

HIRAGI Give Kaji the balls he needs to take her out, and take care of patrol Im sick of this shit

Kaji was bewildered, staring at his classmates in complete shock. They forced their gifts into his hand, elbowing his sides and pushing him inside the bakery.

You were confused as you saw Kaji take a seat in front of you, shyly handing you the box and bouquets. Smiling, you thanked him, asking him if Kusumi and Enomoto were coming. He shook his head in response, stating that 'they could handle things while he was gone.'

He could feel his hands getting clammy as his eyes scanned the menu, trying to figure out what to order. He looked at you, his lips curling into a small smile as he saw you admiring the flowers from the bouquet, your fingers tracing every petal.

When the waitress approached, Kaji wasted no time in telling her what he wanted, and he waited for you to order. She smiled in return, complimenting the bouquet.

"It's stunning!" she chirped, turning to Kaji. "You made a good choice, she looks beautiful with those flowers."

You felt your cheeks heat up as the waitress walked away, and looked at the boy in front of you. His face was red, turned towards the side to avoid your gaze.

"'s true" he mumbled, low enough for you to barely hear, "you look beautiful."

Kaji swore you were going to be the death of him. He also swore that he would definitely kill Kusumi and Enomoto later, whom he saw through the bakery's transparent windows, phones in hand as they 'discreetly' took a picture.

📂 ‧ ₊ ˚ — Everything You

ren kaji x idol!reader

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✰ ݁ ˖┊: content: obsessed!kaji, soft yandere!kaji, idol!reader, parasocial relationship, obsession, male masturbation, hand-job, dom!kaji, facial, cum eating, toxic behaviour, violence (not against reader), creepy behaviour, kaji scares you a little at the end :// but he means so well, he just wants to protect you <33 all chars are aged up

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Kaji who’s just so so so obsessed with his favourite pretty little idol.

He didn’t mean for it to happen, no. But they never really do, do they? Just get caught up so caught up that they don’t even know the path their heart has led them down. Don’t know what to do when they’ve fallen so deep into the trap of dazzling cameras and flashing lights.

For Kaji, it all starts out rather simple– too simple, almost. A friend leaning over his shoulder, phone screen propped up in his hand. A picture of your face, your blinding smile on full display as his friend prattles on about you. Everything you, really.

In the moment, he has no amount of care for you in his bones. Right then he simply rolls his eyes at the other man, pulls his headphones back in place. Effectively shuts out the rest of the world just as he always does. He’s never cared about idols before– especially not popular ones like yourself. So why should he this time? Just ‘cause his friend finds you cute?

Whatever.

Yeah, in that moment he pretends to forget all about you. Cussing at his friend, effectively telling him to ‘fuck off with his useless shit’-- his words, of course. Yet, your name. That pretty little smile, the one that makes him feel almost electric continues to run through his brain.

Continues to rattle around behind his eyes, continues to force its way inside of his conscious with no remorse. No matter how loud he turns up his headphones, how hard he swings his fists, your name continues to irk him like a stupid fucking shadow.

For a week it goes on. For a whole week it feels like you’re haunting him like a shadow.

Never before had he noticed all of your posters. The ones in convenience stores advertising drinks, the motivational ones in cafe’s telling him to cheer up with that little pout on your lips. Your arm held up in a gentle flex. Never before had he noticed your advertisements on tv. Staff making you all dolled up to promote something stupid like a fried chicken chain.

Turns out the entire world is utterly engulfed by everything you.

He finally gives in after seeing one of your CDs at a record store. Finally gives in after a week of hell– your presence leaking into his soul to the point he simply could no longer avoid it. Could no longer hold back from googling your name, listening to your music, watching your performances, watching your interviews, reading your articles, following your accounts, finding out who your staff are–

He doesn’t sleep that night. Doesn't think he can with how his heart is racing, his head is pounding. He feels like he’s dying. Is this a heart attack? Is he going to pass on? What the fuck is he feeling? What is making him feel like he’s falling into insanity?

And thus is the birth of your biggest fan, Ren Kaji. <3

Not that he tells anyone, anyway. Why the fuck should he tell anyone? It’s not light they have the right to know. They don’t have the right to know anything about him– much less what his headphones are playing.

It’s always you, of course. All of your albums play on loop through his headphones. Over and over again. Never stopping for even a second. The classic rock he used to listen to all but forgotten in the face of everything you.

Your voice just as sweet as the candy he eats religiously, your face just as pretty as the sunset over the horizon. Your very existence comes as close to the importance of the very oxygen he breathes.

No one can really blame him for falling so easily, honestly. No one can blame him for falling for a piece of safety, a piece of calmness in the world he normally enjoys being so rough. For so easily siding with your charms. Especially whenever he attends your concerts. When it feels like you’re singing just to him.

When your face lights up whenever it crosses his in the audience, when you shoot him a wink that almost caused him to die from the all-consuming heat that surrounded his very being. His face is hot, red. The lollipop in his mouth breaking as he clenches his jaw, hard shards of glittery candy falling uselessly against his tongue.

You noticed him. You know him. Maybe you could come to like him too?

The moment was perfect. Maybe a start to some sort of cheesy romantic-comedy in his head. The start to getting to know you, being your friend. Protecting you.

But of course the fucking guy standing next to him had to ruin it all. Whining so excitedly that the wink was sent at him instead. That you, a practical goddess, would ever give attention to some fucking low life like him? Some fucking perverse creep who didn’t truly understand your beauty. Understand you.

Fucking disgusting.

Unfortunately, the night didn’t end like a romantic movie would. You did not invite him backstage, nor did he leave with your number scribbled across his palm. It left with him being escorted off the premises. The pervert’s blood on his fist.

He doesn’t regret taking the swing. What? Was he just supposed to let that shit slide? Of fucking course not. He’s not about to let anyone else get delusional about you. No, and that wink was definitely meant for him. Not that creep.

He’s sure of it.

He’s sure of a lot of things he probably shouldn’t be, to be honest.

Especially when he wraps his hand around his cock at night. When he imagines it’s your cute little hand wrapped around him instead of his own. When he buries his face into a towel he caught at one of your shows– the gentle scent of your perfume still lingering across the surface. The same towel he sleeps with under his pillow every night.

Someday it’ll be you laying next to him. At least that’s what he hopes. His dreams during the day spilling into something else during the night. Hopes that one day his admiration for you can turn into something more. Hopes that one day he’ll get to have you on his bed, your cute little frame kneeling between his legs as he rests against the headboard.

Hopes to see your flushed little face, eyes half-lidded, already fucked out and submissive just for him. Hopes to coach you through touching his cock with his own hands. Showing you how to wrap your fingers around the base– how your hand wouldn’t even be able to make it all the way around his girth.

Imagines the way you would whine quickly, his hand guiding you up and down his length. Squeezing it just the way he likes you to. Watches the way your thumb would flick cutely over the tip, rubbing his precum around the head. Teasing him just like a brat would.

Seeing your cute little expression as you move your head close to his cock, following his directions so well as you open your mouth, tongue falling out as you prepare to taste his cum. White hot streams of it shooting from his cock, coating your face. Your tongue, lips, cheeks– hell maybe even a glob of it could land on your eye. Shit. That would be a sight.

The cute little giggle that would leave your lips as your messy hand would come up, the little “Oopsies~” That would leave your lips as you wipe it off, bringing it to your lips. Licking your hand clean as he comes down from his high. How you’d smile to yourself, proud little waves of excitement radiating from your form.

The way he’d give sugar-coated insults, pulling you back up his body for a rough kiss. One that told you that you can’t get too big a head or else he might have to do something about it. The way the fresh smell of your shampoo would run through the very air he breathes. That same gentle smell that reminds him of forest flowers in a delicate bloom.

It’s only then that reality returns to him. A mess in his hands, your towel pressed against his nose as he remembers that he still has to make all of that a reality. So he can protect you from those guys like at the concert. Hell, so he can protect you from the rest of the world.

It’s those feelings that drive him to do something rash. Something just a tad bit extreme. Well, it really is too bad that the sane part of him is long gone. The need to protect you driving him to buy more copies of your newest album than he can count. The part of him that scowers each copy for a ticket to your handshake event. The part of him that buys up any extra tickets that he can online.

The part of him that makes him stand back until the rest of your fans finish their turns. Holding place at the back of the line– kind enough to still let everyone else have their turns. Let the rest of your fans greet you, say their thanks. They are important to your career, afterall, and he isn’t dumb enough to keep the normal ones away from you. Even if just a little part of him wants to.

But as the clock ticks on and the line wains down, he can’t help but feel restless. Can’t stop his heels from rocking to his toes, his fingers fiddling with loose threads inside of his hoodie pockets. Can’t help but feel annoyed as he is kept from you longer and longer.

Ah, you have no clue the relief he feels when it’s finally his turn. When he takes all of the handshake tickets out of his pocket, places them on the table in front of you with force before reaching his hand out to hold yours.

The shock evident on your face is something he’s never seen before. The way your eyes slowly lift to him, take in his full face for the first time. He’ll never forget it. He could never forget anything to do with you.

Hundreds of handshake tickets sit between your bodies. Each one lasting for a duration of 10 seconds.

You gulp quietly, a shaky smile spreading to your lips as you slowly clasp his hand into your own, shaking it slowly. Eyes darting to your manager and your security for only a second before returning back to him. Silence hanging heavy, your voice bleeding ever-so-softly through the headphones around his neck.

The lollipop rolling in his mouth, waiting for you. Surrounded by everything you.

“Th-Thank you for your support!”

© all rights reserved to bachibabe ; do not copy, plagiarise, or translate.

AWWWW

★ TALKING STAGE FT. REN KAJI !

𝜗ৎ synopsis : in which you and kaji are more than friends but less than lovers ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𝜗ৎ contains : nonchalant king kaji, hurt / comfort ⋆.˚

BONUS !

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[ too much energy ] "kaji..."

"what?!"

"did you seriously just walk into my shop, before class, and already injured?" you scowled back, rolling your eyes as you regarded his relaxed figure in the doorway. a part of you marvelled how he looked perturbed by your disbelief than he was of the blood freshly running down his arm. "you have way too much energy this early in the morning, dude."

"look, clown me all you want, but let's get one thing straight," he grit out. he jabbed a finger vindictively at you, followed by the insanely loud clacking of his stupid lollipop against his teeth. "i didn't get into a fight."

"colour me impressed," you couldn't help but quip sarcastically, though you motioned him to come closer to where you were rummaging under the counter. you were grateful that being so early, no one had come into buy flowers yet, since it would be a bit of a jump scare to find a man bleeding out.

"shut up," he hissed, glaring perpetually while he took a seat behind your counter, and sticking his arm out. it was amusing, how someone could look annoyed yet so charming in the same action. you almost wanted to comment on the his childish appearance, but you had a feeling he'd slap his headphones on and dash out if you did.

"well?" you prompted, pulling out a first aid kit and setting it on the counter. "what happened to your arm then?"

you could feel his hawkish gaze trail after your every move, scrutinizing each action with such intensity, you couldn't tell if he was pissed off or if he was under an enchantment.

"that granny lost her cat again," kaji said simply.

this boy, you cursed internally as you pulled out disinfectant and bandages. "and?"

"what do you think happened?" he scowled, canines flashing as he grit his teeth at the sting of the ointment. "it fucking scratched me when i caught it." he shook his fringe out of the way, perhaps to properly express his annoyance.

"you look much more handsome when you're angry," you blurted out, reaching up to push his hair back without thinking too much– after all, he was your boyfriend. but more importantly, it was much to his incredibly visible chagrin– by habit, he flinched, automatically trying to grab at his headphones, but he couldn't shake off your grip on his arm, leaving him to clutch one side like a damsel in distress, eyes wide and horrified.

but he calmed down quickly enough when you didn't pay him mind, too accustomed to his shenanigans, humming lightly as you focused on the bandages and keeping the heat from dancing up your spine. there was a simmering tension between you; unspoken, though his eyes were dead set on your nimble movements, the distinct weight of his gaze telling you he wouldn't look away, or more properly, he couldn't.

once you finally looked up from your finished work, you noted his eyebrows were knit together, the permanent glare on his face still written in stone, but his tone was somehow gentler than he let on. "look me in the eyes if you're gonna say stuff like that."

silence ensued, of course, your eyebrows quirking up as the obvious dangled from your tongue.

"kaji, you just looked like you were about to bolt outta here,"

"well, yeah, how else am i supposed to act when you say that?"

"i- i don't know," you stammered, suddenly hyperaware of how he wasn't looking away, how his eyes were practically tracing over every contour of your face with the intensity that could burn. "maybe- maybe act a bit more touched?"

"touched?" he echoed, a bit of incredulous sneer in his voice as he hopped off his seat. the abruptness of it all startled you as your back unwittingly hit the counter, and before you could make your own grand escape, he placed an arm on each side of you, effectively caging you in.

the sudden change up from the incredibly flustered kaji to this steamrolling behaviour made your head spin as you gaze up at him with wide eyes that were only met with a grey, smouldering gaze with the intensity of a storm.

"here," kaji swiftly popped out the lollipop from his mouth, holding it to you. you hesitantly took it from his hand, the question of "what the hell, dude?" bubbling at your lips when without a warning, he grabbed your face and kissed you.

short and sweet, but somehow still awfully fierce for that early in the day– you expected nothing less from ren kaji.

"now what was about?" you giggled as you pulled back, dotingly reaching up to smear your lip gloss onto his chapped lips. an act of giving and receiving, one could even say, since he'd left you with the sickeningly sweet taste of caramel on your tongue. "do you like it when i call you handsome?" you teasingly chimed.

"shut up," kaji grumbled once again, pushing his hair back and pressing his forehead against yours. "you looked cute and i just felt like it, that's all." maybe to someone else, that wasn't a fulfilling response, but you knew how straightforward kaji was, and that he wouldn't lie about something like that.

"well, if you're feeling like it then," you whispered, your lips bumping into his as you spoke, "you should kiss me again."

"demanding," kaji huffed out, though he hoisted you up onto the counter anyways without breaking a sweat, a small, but cocky smile on his face when you grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life.

"oh my god, at least warn me!" you complained. maybe you really should have kept an eye on the door, but with his figure before you, and slotted between your legs and the his hand gently coaxing you forward by the nape of your neck, it was hard to care.

"you have way too much energy to yap in the morning," he chided indignantly, but the way he was already leaning up suggested otherwise.

"hey, you're the one who–!"

"morning, (name)! did kaji already pop by– oh,"

"w-w-we'll just– uh– s-see you at school, k-kaji!?" enomoto managed to croak out before they both scurried away with mildly red faces, reminding you less of the teenage gang members they were and more of children.

you almost fell off the counter, had it not been for kaji's reflexes, but the damage had been done, and the lollipop he'd entrusted you with fell to the floor with a dull thud as enomoto and kusumi blinked at the two of you with horrified expressions.

"hey boys," you greeted casually with a wave.

"oh my, we've made a scandal, darling," you joked– regrettably, or so you thought later in the day when the rest of the tamon team's second years started cooing at at poor kaji. perhaps it was a lesson to not be so energetic in the mornings from then on.

patch up.

or, you tend to their wounds after a fight, featuring: ren kaji, sakura haruka, hajime umemiya, jo togame

a/n: one of the many lovely suggestions I received, and I thought it was a perfect opportunity to try out miniature scenario format writing. critiques/tips are welcome and appreciated and I hope y’all enjoy it!

c/w: established relationships, non-graphic descriptions of injury, allusions to violence, minor gore, language, first aid, minor angst (sakura), fairly suggestive (ume), protective!boys!!!, fluff, soft feelings uwu, just some lovey-dovey stuff with hints of suggestiveness, afab!reader, fem!reader

“just a word from the wise, kaji; this process tends to go a lot faster when you stay still.”

kaji responded to your jab with little more than a glower, though its sharpness was dulled by the subtle swelling along his right eyebrow. a few moments of silence passed before he relaxed his shoulders and stilled his posture.

“I didn’t ask you to do this, y’know.” kaji grumbled around his sucker, wincing at the firm press of the peroxide-soaked cotton ball against the open cut through his eyebrow. you kept your eyes from wandering down to his lips, knowing damn well that the sight of them wrapped around the sucker would completely derail your focus from the current task.

“you didn’t, but I want to do this. you got roughed up because of me — I think it’s only fair.”

guilt burned low in your gut at the reminder — had you been paying better attention, that stupid little street brawl never would have broken out; and kaji wouldn’t be sitting on your kitchen table, bruised and cut up.

“what are you, stupid?” kaji hissed lowly, words slightly muffled by his sucker. “those assholes didn’t have any right to start somethin’ with you.”

your heart fluttered in your chest, which had started to warm beneath kaji’s sentiment. kaji had always been this way when it came to you; protective to a near idiotic fault. the disgruntled man you’d bumped into hadn’t even raised a hand towards you, but kaji was quick to interfere long before he even had the chance. you had a small suspicion it had something to do with the fact that the man had referred to you as a ‘little bitch.’

it was stupid and ridiculously testosterone-fueled, but kaji’s protectiveness of you still left you feeling warm and fuzzy.

“be that as it may, you still got hurt because of me.” you quipped back, removing the cotton wad and tossing it into the trashcan. you rummaged through the plastic kit next to kaji and plucked out a small bandage. kaji kept his eyes lowered as you placed the bandage over the cut, smoothing it down gently with the pads of your fingers.

“alright, done with that one,” you announced, observing your work. you’d gotten quite skilled at this kind of thing, you dully noted. that probably wasn’t a good thing. “okay, lose the sucker. your lip is busted and I need to clean it.”

“no way, I just opened this one.” kaji rebutted, sealing his lips tighter over the sucker. you rolled your eyes with an exasperated fondness.

“I didn’t say you have to throw it away. just take it out.” you reiterated, and kaji glanced at you. with a sigh he pulled the sucker out and held it between his fingers, twisting it within them as he murmured, “hurry up with it, then.”

you smiled softly and pulled a fresh cotton-ball from the kit. you soaked it with some peroxide and then pressed it against the cut on kaji’s lip. he hissed in response but remained otherwise still.

“it’ll only take a moment. this one isn’t as bad.” you reassured him, only getting a soft grunt in response. within a few seconds you’d managed to clean away the dry and clotted blood along the cut, relieved to notice that it really was only superficial. though, kissing kaji would be a bit difficult until it healed, sadly.

you disposed of the dirty cotton-ball and began closing up your kit; by now kaji was wriggling against the table top, clearly impatient for the process to be over and done with. kaji was always a bit disgruntled during the whole ordeal, but he let you do it anyway — you wondered if it was more for him or for you. either way, you appreciated it.

kaji slipped off of the table and raised his hand to slip the sucker back into his mouth, but you shot your hand out and caught his wrist before he could. kaji sent you a soft glare of confusion, which you ignored, and you put his hand down and out of the way so you could lean up and close your lips against his.

you could feel the split against your own lip, a gap within the softness of his bottom lip, and held the kiss for a few moments. when you pulled away to look into his eyes, your stomach churned pleasantly at the haze that had entered them; his lips were still parted slightly, and his breaths were a bit short and puffy. you released his wrist and smiled softly.

“thank you for defending me.” you whispered, causing kaji’s face to light up like a christmas tree. god, for such a strong, temperamental man, he sure was adorable.

“really, you don’t have to do this.” sakura grumbled, eyes focused on everything except your face that was inches away from his. his cheeks were flushed prettily, and his lips had formed into that signature pout that you’d come to love.

“well, are you going to stop me?” you challenged, swiping bicolored bangs away from sakura’s forehead to assess the small cut there. sakura remained silent, with his body tensed up and shoulders hiked — but the bashful expression on his face told you everything. so cute.

“it won’t take long, I promise.” you soothed, shoving back the insatiable urge to tease him a bit. sakura couldn’t take much in terms of that, and you really didn’t want to deal with combustion on top of cuts and bruises. sakura merely grunted in response.

you fell silent as you rummaged through your kit, pulling out the various things you’d need; a bottle of peroxide, bandages, a few cotton-balls, and that one small bottle of pain relievers you kept stowed away within it.

by now, cleaning and tending to wounds were second nature to you — you could probably perform the process in your sleep, so your movements were relaxed as you soaked a cotton-ball with peroxide and cleaned around the cut with it. sakura barely made any noise as you did so, but he did flinch back subtly from the sting, which pulled a small apology from your lips.

the silence was surprisingly comfortable as you worked, and by the time the time you’d cleaned and bandaged every cut you could see, even sakura had fallen into a sense of comfort. his shoulders drooped slightly and the tension was gone from his body — the sight of him strangely reminded you of a cat curled up on its owners lap, comfortable and warm. as much as sakura grumbled about it, he always seemed more relaxed after you patched him up. and that could really only mean one thing — he secretly liked it.

thinking back on all the times he initially rejected your affection only to melt back into it made your heart hurt. sakura must have been so starved for any form of positive affection, more damaged than you could have imagined from years off of sustaining himself on negative attention — a memory floated up to the forefront of your mind; the morning sakura had slept in and you’d entered his small apartment only to find him curled around the pillow you had gifted to him, hugging it close as if it were some sort of lifeline.

he had been so alone for so long — he must have been scared to admit how much he craved your attention.

“hey, sakura,” you called softly, capturing his lidded gaze with your own. “you really like it when I do this, don’t you?”

sakura’s eyes widened and he flushed all the way to his neck. his lips opened and closed on broken-up stuttered words, all of which seemed to be alluding to a denial, but he simply couldn’t figure out how to push them through to make a complete sentence.

his reaction had you simultaneously giggling and feeling a bit bad, so you reached forward and cupped his bandaged cheek.

“it’s okay if you do, sakura. no one else has to know, ‘kay?” you whispered, heart fluttering at the subtle way sakura nuzzled into your palm. “it’ll just stay between us; like a secret.” you added with a soft smile.

sakura seemed at a loss for words; but the way he looked at you, as if you quite literally hung the moon, had you swooning on your feet and weak in the knees. unable to resist his pretty face any longer, you leaned forward and captured his lips. sakura responded immediately, a hand flying up to cup over yours on his cheek.

heat flared through your body and you had to pull away far too son for your liking — you had only meant this as a kiss of comfort, and if you didn’t steer things in a different direction, you very well ran the risk of having to re-bandage cuts again.

“I’ll patch you up, always,” you breathed softly against his lips, pulling a full body shudder from sakura. “as long as you want me to — for as long as you’ll have me — I’ll do it.”

with the way sakura surged back in to kiss you, you had a sinking suspicion that he didn’t much care if he reopened his wounds.

“y’know, you really should think about becoming a nurse.”

you snorted at the familiar jest and pressed your finger into the bandage on umemiya’s cheek bone. oh, this was a familiar course of events.

“ouch!” he exclaimed, flinching back from the sudden explosion of pain. you smirked lazily and reached down to pull out another bandage. you had already cleaned and sterilized the superficial wounds on umemiya’s face, and all that was left was securing a bandage over them.

umemiya knocked his knee into your thigh with a pout. “why’d’ya do that?” he whined, reminding you of a toddler rather than an eighteen year old man.

“you always make that joke.” you stated simply, soothing the small bandage over the bridge of his nose. umemiya’s white brows scrunched together and his lips pursed.

“but it isn’t a joke. you’d make an amazing nurse.” umemiya defended, prompting you to shake your head.

“ume, i have no interest in being a nurse. you know that.” you replied flatly, leaning back slightly to scrutinize your work. the bandages were snug against his skin, and not skewed in any awkward directions. the only thing you couldn’t fix was the purpling bruise just above his jaw. he was still so handsome, though, even when he was all bruised and bandaged.

long fingers curled into your clothed hips. using the leverage of his grip umemiya pulled you closer and caged your thighs with his own. you stumbled slightly from umemiya’s sudden pull, and your hands instinctively dropped to his shoulders for stabilization. umemiya was sitting on the bench whereas you were standing between his legs, giving you the vantage point of being slightly taller than him. the position was actually quite… intimate.

“I still think you’d be amazing at it,” umemiya whispered, his voice just slight deeper than it was before. “not to mention, the outfit would look absolutely sexy on you.”

heat rushed to your cheeks and you scoffed away the sudden bout of nervousness, playing it off with a slap to umemiya’s shoulder.

“of course your mind would go there, you perv.” you scolded, desperately screaming at your heart to just slow down. heat was radiating off of umemiya’s body, the scent of his cologne so much sharper in your close vicinity, and the combined sensations were making your head fuzzy.

“hmm, I may be a perv, yet you still jump at every chance to fix me up,” umemiya teased. “a true, bone fide nurse, baby. absolutely no discrimination from you.”

okay, that was it, you were going to combust if he didn’t shut up. or you’d run away. or slap him.

“you would take such good care me, yeah? I’d probably lose more often just so you could patch m— ouch!”

third option it was.

his stare was soft and reverent, lidded emerald eyes glued to your face and his lips quirked in the laziest of smiles. his shoulders were slumped and his muscles were void of any tension.

at this very moment, jo togame looked like the perfect vision of a man relaxed.

which seemed odd, considering his face had been busted open and you were practically pouring peroxide in his cuts.

“how did this happen, again?” you inquired quietly, examining the wounds as best you could while simultaneously disinfecting them. none of them seemed too deep, but they had still bled a worrying amount.

“got in a fight.” togame drawled vaguely, his deep, rolling voice slithering into your ears in a serpentine way.

“yeah, I figured that much. I meant why, and with who?”

“sloooow dooown, baby. too many questions at once.” togame teased, groping near blindly with his hands until they found purchase on your hips. he attempted to pull you down into his lap, but you held fast.

“togame.” you pressed, narrowing your eyes. it was very tempting to sink into his wide, welcoming lap, but your boyfriend had just waltzed into the apartment with a busted up face and no explanation — and that required your attention and focus.

togame sighed but kept his hands on your hips. “remember that guy at the market? the one that was harassin’ you?”

your eyes widened in shock and your lips fell open.

“togame, don’t tell me you tracked him down—”

“don’t worry, baby. I didn’t track him down — he tracked me down. brought some buddies, too. guess he didn’t like that I embarrassed him.”

your irritation instantly melted to worry. you dropped your hand from the wound you were tending to in favor of cupping his cheek.

“oh my god, togame. are you—”

“I’m fine,” togame cut you off quickly. “trust me, the other guys look much worse. you don’t need to worry about me.”

you scrunched your brows together and sighed. togame was always shrugging you off like that. you supposed you could understand; togame was strong, perfectly capable of holding his own even when outnumbered. but you still hated seeing him hurt.

“heeeey,” togame drawled, as if he could hear your thoughts. his fingers dipped into your hips and his thumbs began stroking them. “if you’re all that worried about me, come on down here lemme hold you.”

you smiled softly but caved into his demands, slipping into his lap and collapsing against his chest. togame hummed and wrapped his arms around you, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

togame’s entire body melted into the couch, relaxed and fluid — well, most of his body anyway. there was a specific part of him that was beginning to stand at attention.

“are you sure you just want to hold me, togame?”

god, to be able to sit in togame’s lap mmmmm