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Could I request a smiley x male reader where male reader is Mikeys younger brother who is weak due to medical reasons and its just fluffy and a good time
Warm Body
Smiley x male reader
Life hadn't been easy for you. Your sick body didn't allow you to go outside and have fun. You had to stay inside 80% of your time, so you missed out on most of the fun.
The one thing that did bring you joy was when Mikey, your older brother talked about what he did that day. It was mostly about gang stuff, or annoying Ken-chin but that's exactly what you liked.
Sadly you could only dream about fighting random delinquents, it was obvious you would land yourself in the hospital worse die.
Mikey didn't like you being outside, since you were his brother someone might target you and he couldn't let that happen. So anytime you do go outside, which you didn't do often since it was exhausting, Mikey would always be there
But one day neither Mikey nor Ken-chin had time, it was an emergency. He said he'd call someone from his gang that would look after you and that how you met Nahoya also known as Smiley.
At first you were scared, you would meet a gang member for the first time. But Smiley was surprisingly kind, a little bit aggressive but overall lovely to be around. It was love at first sight for both of you, maybe that's ahy he was so caring.
Smiley would often visit you at your house and most of the time just carry you outside to go do some random shit. And if you felt more exhausted than usual, due to your sikkness, he would lay down next to you and hold you.
His warm embrace always brought back a little energy and you were thankful that he was so accepting. You heard from your friends that you were boring and no fun, when you wee jsut so tired from waking up and getting ready.
Smiley loved you just the way you are, especially when it was a low-energy day, that just meant more cuddles and kisses.
And how he loved the days he would come to you, a little bit beaten just for you to help him and kiss all of his bruises to 'make the pain go away', and if you missed one, you had to kiss him as an apology, not like you didn't want to.
That day would often end with you two watching TV, on the couch together, him holding you close as you slowly fell asleep and after he would carry you to your room and quietly left
Hello lovely uwu
May I request angry x male reader who is very blunt with his feelings when confessing but thinks Angry is rejecting him when he panics because well let's be real it's Souya he's baby
@reallyromealone sorry that it took so long but I was doing my request chronologically, hope you still enjoy it. And my dude, so sad you lost your old account. And to everyone else, sorry that I didn't post in like 2 weeks😅 and omg I absolutely love Angry, like I don't care what anyone says, I love him and I love what I wrote in this fic. Now that I re-read this fic I don't like it that much
Cotton candy darling
Angry x male reader
Souya Kawata was...
An Angel
Ever since (name) laid his eyes upon the boy, he couldn't stop loving him. It was love at first sight when he walked into the classroom. From his his teal-colored hair to his constant frown, to his quite timid nature, (name) adored every single part of him. And he made it quite obvious too.
Everyone knew the boy had a crush for the gang member, everyone except the Angel himself. He was either completely oblivious or didn't notice, which was hard because whenever the two interact, be it just a small glance or a few words, (name) was practically glowing. Seriously, you could see the happiness radiating from him, it was blinding.
It had been a few years, but (name) never proclaimed his undying love for Angry, it was.... frustrating to say the least. Smiley, Mr.-Anger-problems-is-my-middle-name, hated seeing how the boy who was certainly in love with his brother didn't do anything. What was he waiting for? That Jesus rises from the dead? So being the average height menace he is, he took matters into his own hands and quite literally forced (name) to confess, unless he wants a few broken bones.
And that's where we are right now, behind the school building, where the two boys stood alone, waiting for one of them to say something.
"Souya, I asked you to come here because I am absolutely in love with you, and have been for about 4 years now, so I would like to ask you out on a date."
To say Angry was too stunned to speak was an understatement. He didn't think someone would actually want to date him. People's usual reaction to him were either fear, because of his constant angry face, or they wanted to fight him, since he was part of a gang, but never in his life did he imagine someone to confess their love to him.
His brain was mush, couldn't comprehend what was happening right now, he tried to utter a response, but in his paniced state all he could do was stutter.
For poor (name) it looked as though Angry was trying to find a way to reject him, with how he behaved. It had been a few minutes since he confessed and he never got a yes or any sign of conformation. "He probably doesn't even like boys, what was I thinking". Did it break his heart? A little, and he took the boys (mostly) silence as a sign to leave. The boy dismissed his previous statement as not important, he should just forget it. Tears slowly started to form in his eyes and he turned around and walked away. It hurt that he didn't get the answer he wanted, but it also felt releaving. It was as though the tightness in his chest was finally gone, he could finally breathe again. But instead of his lungs being compressed by his anxiety, his heart ached with sadness. It would only be a few days, till he would get over his stupid crush, (name) told himself.
But before he could even walk around the corner, hands grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, and before he could even blink he was..
Kissed?!
Could his day even get better. Kissed by Souya Kawata, the sweet baby he oh so loved. That's all the conformation he needed. At the end of the day, the two could be seen walking together, holding hands. One of them had the brightest smile on his face while the other's frown disappeared a little, blushing a little at this new found euphoria.
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Smiley was secretly watching behind some bushes, ensuring that no one would disturb his brother from getting a boyfriend. This was a great big brother moment for him
“BIRDS OF A FEATHER” you and him are soulmates...
╰┈➤: ̗̀➛oneshot
࿐*ೃ feat : nahoya kawata
࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers
࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, yandere! reader
.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : sorta graphic details of torture scene, bdsm, yandere behavior, blood
╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OH, you were so in love.
Seeing him for the first time painted your grey world with kaleidoscopic colours. Hearing his attractive voice made your heart skip a beat that you recorded his voice everytime he was talking near you. Seeing his big smile never cease to brighten up your day.
Since you were only a child, you used to loathe school as you despised being forced to socialize. You preferred staying at home and isolated yourself in your personal sanctuary also known as your bedroom, the only place in this world that made you feel safe. But since you met him, you started to like school.
Nahoya Kawata was his name. Such a beautiful name fitting for a perfect man like him. People around, especially his twin brother, addressed him as "Smiley", referring to his tendency to smile almost all the time. You yourself had never seen him without a smile before.
He was charming, cute and funny.
You started interacting with him during your first year in highschool though it was mostly one-sided. Around that time, Souya, his twin brother, was absent to school so Nahoya attended school alone. Not to mention, that was his first time showing up at school ever since the new school year started. Unfortunate for him, that day, the teacher assigned the students to complete an assignment in pair.
While most classmates had found their partner for the assignment, two students remained alone. Those two students were you and Nahoya. The teacher forced you to pair up with him even though you firmly assured you were capable of finishing the assignment alone. When Nahoya approached you and sat in front of you, your world suddenly stopped turning. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as your gaze landed on him.
At the moment you saw his bright smile, something inside you...changed.
"This is shit and I suck at this subject. My bad but I have to leave everything to you. You don't mind, do you?"
You were at loss for words as Nahoya had finished talking. You tried to speak but your voice cord didn't work, as if refusing to cooperate. You ended up staying quiet the whole time while Nahoya giddily led all conversation. He barely did any work yet you didn't care. You finished the assignment yourself and still gave him credit.
It wasn't his fault he couldn't contribute to the assignment. You were too nervous to talk to Nahoya properly. His flirtatious voice, his cute laughter made your heart fluttered with excitement.
How was it possible for a single man to make you act this way?
Nahoya and you had been in the same class since first year of highschool. He skipped school often so you ended up stalking him outside school hours. For two years straight, you stalked him, learnt many things about him and fell in love with him more everyday.
Now, you both were in third-year. You barely saw Nahoya on the first year of high school as you knew he was involved with lots of gang activities. But he came to school more often these days. You heard rumors that the gang he joined had disbanded around the time you and him were about to finish first year of highschool.
Seeing him at school more often was a blessing for you. Not only you could observe him more but you could stare at him all day while he was busy spacing out in class. Watching him doing silly stuffs like annoying Souya, doodling questionable things on his desk, dozing off during lesson.
It wasn't that hard for you to watch him as Nahoya sat next to you.
Regardless of the joy you felt, there was a downside to this change in Nahoya's life. Considering he presented himself to school a lot more these days, many of your female classmates started to pay attention to him. His bright personality as extrovert made him approachable hence unsurprisingly, he got along well with the rest of the class.
You didn't want to lose him. You couldn't let other girls stole him from you. So you decided to change yourself to be in the same league as him.
You developed your communication skills, enhanced your charm as a woman and improved your seductiveness. You even changed your style, from head to toe, but the external change wasn't as tremendous as your internal change. It wasn't like your old self was completely gone. You were just...pretending to be a friendly, cheerful trendy girl to protect your loved one. You would not lie, you were proud of yourself for the dedication you poured into this. Now, there were two popular figures in class.
Nahoya and you.
While you were adored by the boys, Nahoya became the major heartthrob for the girls. Despite undergoing such massive transformation, you were yet to have the capability to interact with Nahoya properly. Both of you were like strangers in class now.
Nahoya used to greet you everytime he saw you but now...he no longer did that. He became cold out of nowhere. He greeted everyone in class except you. You were heartbroken but you didn't give up. After all, what's love without a few obstacles and hardship? This was a test for your loyalty and love for him!
You needed to do everything in your power to fix this situation then win his heart.
One of your female classmates organized a party. She came from a rich family so the party was a luxurious one. Everyone was demanded to wear fancy garments or they would get kicked out.
"Anybody who dresses like a damn hobo doesn't deserve a place in MY party!"
You weren't a huge fan of fancy dresses and you had no interest in attending the party. Of course, you had to take part because Nahoya would be there. You couldn't let it slide. That girl, the party host, had a huge crush on Nahoya. If you didn't join the party, there was a chance for her to steal him from you.
For once, you asked your parents to buy you something. They were more than glad to buy you expensive goods since you were their one and only child. Plus, you were very "well-behaved" in their eyes. When you asked them to buy you something, they were overjoyed. You never asked your parents to buy you anything. Only this time, you had to as the dress you wished to own was over your budget.
You made the right choice. The dress looked perfect on you. Not too revealing, easy to move around despite being a dress and you could potentially outshine the party host, also known as your female classmate, your current rival.
You were the center of attention at the party.
Everyone's eyes were on you as you casually walked around the host's fancy house, quietly enjoying the food and pretending to not notice the eyes studying you. Even Nahoya couldn't take his eyes off of you.
"Hey, (L/n)... Mind some company?" A boy, one of the attractive boys in your class, offered you a drink. You accepted it with a smile even though you were mentally gagging at the way he smiled at you.
You want Nahoya to smile at you like that.
The boy's smile widened before he boldly wrapped his arm around your waist. Now, you weren't expecting for him to be so daring. You chuckled awkwardly and tried to push him away. "Hey, save that for later. Why don't we chat first?"
You made up an excuse and he bought it. He began happily talking to you, discussing about your "transformation" and how much he had been attracted to you since then. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand started to slowly rub your hips.
"You are eager, aren't you?" You managed out while cracking a fake smile, cringing at your own words. He brushed it off with low chuckles. You then looked away from him, your gaze landed on Nahoyaand a girl who happened to be the host of the party.
Oh, you were boiling with rage.
The girl was flirting with your future husband, her arms wrapped around his neck as she playfully caressed his fluffy hair. You wanted to go over to them and smash her head into the wall repeatedly until she dies. But you had to hold back that dangerous urge.
"So, (L/n)...why don't we-"
"Fuck off."
Too tired to keep up your fake facade, you left the boy perplexed as he questioned himself where he did wrong. You walked away from him and you glimpsed at Nahoya once again.
He was looking into your direction.
You didn't know if you were imagining it or if it was real. But you were in hurry and couldn't think straight.
You needed to plot your revenge.
When the party was over, you approached her. "Hey, (Rival/name)." You greeted (R/n) joyfully, pretending as if you were delighted to meet her. She was shocked as she thought everyone else had gone home. "What the fuck- Why are you still here?! Go home!" She shouted at you, displeased with your presence.
"Chill, Young Lady." You sarcastically remarked, handing over a glass of water to (R/n). She looked at the glass, glaring at you. "Stop pretending to be nice, attention whore." She spat at you, swatting your hand away from her. The glass fell from your grip and dropped on the floor, shattering to thousand pieces.
"You became the center of attention by dressing like a slut and now you want to tell to my face how better you are? FYI, I only invited you because you are an eye candy to the boys. If I didn't, none of the guys would agree to come, even my own boyfriend. So shut the hell up and leave my house AT ONCE." (R/n) shoved you with a bit force. You were forced to step back a few metres from her.
The rich girl suddenly chuckled, throwing a dirty look at you while presenting a smirk of victory. "But hey...you didn't get the special attention from Nahoya-kun. Oh my God, he was so sweet just now. I kept losing track of time because he was too good at flirting."
She was lost in her own made-up fantasy, imagining things that didn't actually happen but it happened in her own perspective. Nahoya didn't even flirt with her. Most of the time, she was the only one talking. The conversation was practically one-sided.
Hearing that, you were on the verge of losing your temper.
"Nahoya-kun is much better than my current boyfriend. That asshole can't keep it in his pants. You must be happy to steal his attention from me. But go ahead and have him, (L/n). I'm gonna dump that dumbass anyway-"
Before (R/n) could finish talking, you tackled her to the ground and strangled her with all your might. She kept thrashing and struggling under you, her legs kicking back and forth to free herself. Her choked scream couldn't be heard by anyone considering she was alone right now.
There were only you and her in the house.
Her face was turning blue, her eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth, her erratic movement gradually came to a halt. When it fell into silence, you snapped back to your sense. You observed the woman underneath you, lifeless. You didn't feel an ounce of sympathy at all. In fact...you felt contented.
Your rival...was gone. No one would get in the way of your love again.
At least for now..
"...I need to get rid of this bitch." You exclaimed calmly.
Lucky for you, you already got your driving license and owned your first car, which was also bought by your parents. They bought it as gift for passing your driving license test. You loved your parents so much.
You drove back home, dragging the body down to the basement and took out your circular saw, originally owned by your father. You didn't forget to put on the raincoat to cover yourself. You dismembered the body of your rival, the raincoat you were wearing now drenched with blood. Your face darkened with madness as you witnessed the gory sight of your dismembered, dead enemy.
Once the dismemberment was done, you shoved each of the dismembered body part in a black garbage bag. There were six garbage bags in total, which meant you had to throw these garbage bags at six different places to avoid suspicion.
This was your first murder yet you were unfazed. You soon stored all the trash bags in the car boot and drove away from your house.
You drove around the neighborhood and other neighbourhoods to find the incinerator area to get rid of the dismembered body parts perfectly. It was late night so no one was out. Most stores were close except for some shops which were opened for 24/7.
Unbeknownst to you, you ended up in the neighbourhood where Nahoya lived as you were to absorbed in getting rid of the body parts.
You found another incinerator area which was left unattended. No camera, completely unlocked. You smiled in relief. This would be your last stop before you could go home and rest.
You got out of the car and took out one last trash bag...which contained the head of (R/n). You went over to the incinerator and opened its two doors. You were eager to dump it when you suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"(Y/n)...is that you?"
Your heart beat faster in anxiousness as you instantly recognized the voice. How could you not? That sweet, seductive voice belonged to your crush...you would never forget it.
You turned to Nahoya, standing still as he fixed his gaze at you. You were frozen in fear as you were exposed, not to mention the witness was the man you loved. Due to panic, you dropped the trash bag. Tears were pooling in your eyes. You crossed your arms over your face as attempt to hide from Nahoya. "N-No...I can explain myself-"
"Oh, you are getting rid of "trash" too~♡" Nahoya exclaimed playfully, his grin widening with excitement. Confused by his words, you hesitantly looked at him. He approached you but you stepped back, still feeling nervous with him.
"Say, why don't you try peeking inside the incinerator properly first?" He whispered into your ear eagerly, making you feel weak in the knees. You did as he asked, taking a look inside the incinerator. Your eyes grew wide in astonishment. You didn't see it earlier considering you were in rush.
There was already a body inside.
The body of the boy who flirted with you earlier.
"What...did you do this?"
"Obviously."
Nahoya suddenly grasped your waist. Your face heated up from the physical contact. "I can never forgive anyone who tries to make you theirs...(Y/n)." He whispered into your ear. You tilted your head up, your body heat increasing.
"I thought...you hated me. Because you suddenly stopped talking to me."
"That's your fault for becoming too popular. You suddenly changed and all boys paid attention to you. I should be the only one giving you attention."
"I just wanted to become someone of the same league as you."
"I prefer the real you, (Y/n)."
When you heard that, your heart jumped in happiness. You weren't wrong to fall for Nahoya. He...loved you for who you were. He saw the real you, not the you who masked yourself with fake cheerful personality to grasp the hearts of others.
"Man...we share so many similarities. You got rid of that annoying hag for me? Thanks, (Y/n)♡." He chuckled happily. "You must be tired from this, right? Now...why don't you..." Nahoya unzipped the bloody raincoat with his gloved hand. He removed the raincoat and your rubber gloves, dumping them in the incinerator. "Leave the rest to me, okay?"
You stepped back and let Nahoya finished your job. He picked up the trash bag and dumped it inside the incinerator before switching it on. Nahoya looked like he was used to doing this.
And all of sudden, everything clicked.
This explained the disappearance of some male students at your school.
You realized that lately, some boys from your school had disappeared mysteriously. And all of them were the boys who confessed to you. You brushed it off as coincidence. It never crossed your mind that someone was doing that kind of job...for you.
'He...has been getting rid of those boys...for me? Nahoya did? So, our feelings are indeed...mutual.' your face intensified with bright blush, fascinated by the efforts he did behind your back.
You were not the only one in love. Nahoya felt the same.
When Nahoya was done, he walked back to you. He pinched your chin between his fingers, brushing your lips with the tip of his fingers. You still had a little blood stain on your face and ankle but not even a moment, Nahoya showed a hint of disgust. In fact, it turned him on.
"So.." he paused, then wrapped his arm around your waist. "Why don't you show me your place? There must be lots of cleaning left for you to do.."
"I can help with that."
You did. You brought him to your place.
You couldn't resist him. The way he smiled at you as he politely asked to see your place melted your heart. And the fact that he kept rubbing your thigh as you drove earlier... My god, you almost went insane.
Nahoya assisted you with the rest of the cleaning, from the circular saw to cleaning the whole basement, leaving everything spotless and flawless without any dirt or stain. You told him to make himself comfortable while you go to take a quick shower.
' He is in my house... He IS in MY HOUSE..'
You couldn't stop thinking of the things you had fantasized to do with Nahoya..
'What if he asks to go to my bedroom..? Oh, God... I will never be able to hold back myself anymore..'
You left the bathroom and put on your favourite pajama. You went over back to the living area where you found Nahoya waiting. He seemed to be inspecting your family photos. "Mhm..she is so cute.." Nahoya muttered to himself whilst studying a picture of you as a kid. You were raising a trophy high in the air , one that you won during your kindergarten Sport's Day.
"There is nothing interesting here...just a.."
"A cozy house perfect for a small family. You have loving parents."
"Your parents are nice too."
"Yeah but my mom is hella scary and crazy when she is mad. Always hitting me with her sandal, especially when I prank my twin brother."
You laughed along with Nahoya upon hearing the funny story. Silence filled the room as he continued inspecting each of your family pictures. You walked close to him before hugging him from behind. Nahoya stayed still, feeling your arms around his waists wrapped tightly. He placed his palm on the back of your hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He chuckles then intertwined his fingers with yours.
Nahoya grasped your hands and untangled your arms from his body before turning you around, pinning you against wall. He nestled his knee between your thighs. Heat rushed up to your head at the position you were in right now.
Nahoya leaned closer to your ear, whispering flirtatiously, "Can't resist me anymore?"
Nahoya looked at your face. You were staring at him, with lovestruck gaze full of infatuation. God, how he was so in love with that gorgeous gaze of yours. "We are really birds of a feather, huh?" Nahoya exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers and pulling you close to his face. His lips were only inch away from yours.
You were frustrated. Nahoya was a huge teaser. He knew you were going insane right now, desperate to have his lips locked with yours. And he was enjoying every second of your frustration while his knee pressed against your covered lower region harder. "Who would have thought my innocent, quiet girl...turned out to be a cold-blooded killer like me?"
"You are indeed my soulmate, (Y/n)."
Without wasting more moments, Nahoya smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes went wide but you melted into the kiss in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms slithered around your waist. "Nahoya," you moaned out his name softly. "I love you so much."
"Oh, (Y/n)," Nahoya whispered into your ear, his lips planting wet kisses on your neck. "I fucking love you more." He chuckled when he earned a loud moan from you. "Mhm, fuck. I love your voice so much..cry for me, (Y/n)."
"I'm gonna make you cry out my name until you fucking pass out,"
You would be lying if his words didn't turn you on. There were heart shapes in your eyes as you started rubbing your clothed private part against his knee. "Please," You begged, "Make me yours, Nahoya. I belong to you, only you."
"Fuck yes, you are." Nahoya was delighted. He kissed you again passionately, his tongue never stop exploring the inside of your mouth. You kept staring at him with infatuation.
Finally, he became yours.
࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡
Nothing to see here, just an appreciation post for my fav twins !
Short King
Short kings in Tokyo Revengers with a Tall Gf
Kazutora, Kisaki, Wakasa + Sinichiro, Takemichi,Mitsuya,Kawata twins
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Kazutora
Kazutora turns into a pick me girl everytime he´s in trouble and you are near.
"Did you saw how they were treating me? do something Babyy😣🥺🥺"
He's wrapped around your finger, no doubt about it
Will ask you to reach high things for him when he can perfectly just grab a chair-
Loves head pats and when you look at him from your height without bending, he's flying high 💕
Tall girl means that he can easily look down your skirt... Right?
Wants to be with you all day
—Kisaki
He's convinced that life hates him
First Hanma and now you? Fuck
He found his type tho
The only difference between you and Hanma is that he'll let you do whatever you want to him
Head pats, use his head as a support for your elbows, bending dramatically to talk to him, all those things that Hanma does that make his blood boil like water in a hot pot you can do them for fun.
You get so spoiled
Like, unholy spoiled, rotten spoiled, you name it.
It almost gives him a heart attack when he saw you on some high heels
He won't tolerate Hanma's jokes asking about how he reaches your pussy-
—Wakasa + Sinichiro
You meet him when you were at Sinichiro's shop looking for the black haired man.
He thought you were looking for a fight-
But as soon as he stopped your moves with a hand on your wrist, ready to knock you out, Sinichiro appeared
"I thought you were going to be here earlier, Love"
He looked up as he got closer, eyeing you so drunk in love.
"Oh, I think you know Wakasa, a friend of mine"
You just stared at the little figure beside you, still grabbing your wrist he whispered to your boyfriend
"Who's this?" "My girlfriend, duh"
Wakasa wanted to be sucked by a hole and die-
Like, What if he had done what he had planned to you?
Also, how tf Sinichiro got a girlfriend-
A gently pat on his head made him look up, slightly hurting his neck
"Why so shy? I won't bite you"
Girl, he hopes you do.
—Takemichi
He's so bold with his face expressions
When Draken introduced you to his friend you were expecting somebody at least near to his height
Yet you got a five feet chipmunk
Which you love and loves you back-
Takemichi is genuinely surprised to meet such a tall girl
His dumb ass thought tall girls only existed in runway walks and places like that
Would 100% fall for every tall girl prank you put on him, he's so in love
He gets on the tip of his toes to kiss you only for you to move away and laugh at his silly face 💀
He's looking like "🥺"
He's dumb and naive enough to fall in every single prank but you love him 💕
—Mitsuya
Oh yeah.
Fashion designer kind boyfriend, tall simp girlfriend.. What do you think?
You are definitely modeling for him ✨
But of course, if you don't feel good with that and he knows it, because he always knows, he wouldn't even ask
Mitsuya is whipped by you, he's good at hiding it
Constantly daydreams with watching you on the runway, wearing one of the thousand outfits he had made for you in secret
Loves when you bend over to talk to him, not because he can see your cleavage or sum, but because he genuinely loves the feel of being short with you
And when you pick his sisters in your arms? 💍💍
He's also loves showing you off to everybody, holds your coat in his arms while you walk beside him on a short silk dress, looking like a manager and his expensive model ✨
—Kawata twins
Two in one package.
They enjoy playfully fighting over you like who´s your favorite
You all share funny nicknames
You try to reach something that is a little bit too high for them?
Souya is blushing so hard, telling you to leave it and doing little jumps to see if he can reach it by himself.. When is obvious he can´t.
Nahoya is just eyeing you, the silly smile in his lips growing even more when you rub his cheeks after putting the object in his hands.
They try to be romantic and give you their jackets when it´s cold but it´s a little bit too short on you. A for effort?
Do their best to make you feel comfortable
Hates to involve you on gang stuff, that tall and people might think you are in for a fight.