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—four tea mugs—
shinichiro sano x reader
fluff at the start. expect a wild turn. shinichiro is not the only guy in love with you, keep that in mind
wc: 3k
a/n: hello stranger that came across and kept reading :) this is my first fic ever *panic* but i’m glad i can share it with you. this story could have been separated in two different parts because of the turn it has, but i decided not to do it because this is the way i visualized it at first, and i wanted to stick to that, plus, i had so much fun writing it. hope you all like it too! in advance, thank you so much for being here and giving this a chance, means the world to me. also, i want to specially thank my dear friend @saturnmitsuya that helped me to make this possible, te amo bonita
reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated. please forgive any spelling mistakes and the constant editing
the day was serene and it was cold outside. 4:02 p.m. s.s. motors still open
shinichiro was holding is his arms what he enjoys, a little way too much, to call the woman of his life. both bodies over an old chair that stood behind a tore small desk where he wrote down things about motorcycles that he needed, making calls and all those sort of things you have to arrange when you run a store. you mockingly named it ‘’his office’’ just to piss him off
the situation right now, started because he decided to behave like the most pathetic and cute big baby ever, stating that ‘’he was freezing’’ all pouty and shivering, which was all bullshit, just to have you sitting on top of him. yeah. the sano’s family ability to find ways to convince people, runs just as hard as oxygen through his veins. but you didn’t really put up much resistance either, saying no to him it’s a pretty much impossible thing to do
hands playing with the black locks on the back of his head, arms snaking through your hips and waist, exploring under your sweater to slightly rose your free breasts, kissing his neck, moving to his cheek and finally his lips with wide grins in between. the position was provocative, yes. making out at the corner of his store while straddling his legs. but that was really it, just making out. simple, right?
see, the real core of shinichiro sano’s charm is that everything is just so simple when he is with you, and somehow, it always manages to feel perfect. as if you were pieces made for each other, and nothing else in this world could ever change the ideal way you both fit. or like two planets aligned together that dance around the same orbit, in one melody created by the universe just for yourselves to hear
-what do want to have for dinner, bunny? i’ll close earlier so we can go eat, it’s on me today- he commented, lips a bit reddish from kissing, looking at you with the goofiest flushed expression ever, weak to women after all
-well, your grandpa’s miso soup could be real awesome right now cause it’s pretty chilly outside- you furrowed your brows in late realization -speaking of the weather, did you bring your jacket? i don’t want you to go out with that plain shirt, weren’t you freezing a few minutes ago? you will catch a cold you awful liar!-
he honestly wasn’t even listening to your attacks, well of course he was, but his eyes were mostly fixated on the movement of your lips, how you were scolding him
you really were the woman of his life, for sure. always so caring, always so loving, always you
-i love you y/n-
words just slipped in the middle of the bliss within his embrace. then, he started caressing your back, going all the way to your rear with a cheeky grin, planning to kiss you again. you stopped talking, cheeks and ears burning red. you couldn’t believe him, this bastard
-s-shin! don’t change the subject like that, i’m being serio-
-are we interrupting something?-
indeed, an interruption happened, one of shinichiro’s younger siblings, manjiro, stood by the door of the shop hands in pockets, deadpan. while keisuke, the friend of his that was following behind, was as pale as a corpse
both reactions shared a reason, later revealed
-oh! m-mikey! and keisuke!- shinichiro said looking up and removing his hands off your body immediately, taking a glance behind your back, nervous as hell. his little brother just busted him groping his girl’s ass right on top of his lap after a kissing session that lasted like, solid 20 minutes, fuck, did they saw that too? he might be 23 years old but he felt as a hormonal middle schooler all over again
-hello!- you greeted turning around as nice as ever, still on your compromising position. not giving a single damn. now it was time for your boyfriend to be embarrassed
-um w-we can come back later if- baji started, not knowing what to do with his stare, he was just as uncomfortable as shinichiro. sweaty palms and everything
while mikey was really quiet, just staring. strange you thought
-no! no! there´s no need, you didn’t interrupt anything. i will go make something to drink so you guys can talk okay? tea is fine baby?- you said twirling shin’s hair on your fingers, looking straight to his eyes, oh boy how you wished you could take a picture right now, then turning to the boys for approval
-sure love, it’s perfect thanks- the kids nodded and shin’s blood finally started to dissipate from his facial features. thank god
-alright- you said, giving him a last peck on the cheek while you placed your palms on his chest, getting off from him. -hey baji- you called him turning halfway -would you mind coming with me? i might need some extra hands-
-s-sure!- shit he thought
at this point, the explanation of the boys reactions earlier it’s revealed
there’s this thing that has been pestering baji since the moment that mikey, told him they were heading to see his brother to ask him for some advices, and that most probably, they would encounter his girlfriend too. actually, this comes from many years back, but he is just oblivious about it
until now
and here’s the thing
keisuke baji was a nice kid, since you’ve known the sano family for quite a while, you’ve come across to meet the friends they have made along the way. so since a very young age, baji has been around
you used to go to the same school and shared some classes with shinichiro as a teenager, and he always tried to get closer to you by intentionally pairing up in teams for projects, inviting you to eat at his household and such. you were his high school sweetheart, the girl he liked the most and for the longest time, and you also were the last 11 rejections of his lucky 20 until he won you over, but he decides to not bring that out very often
so when baji saw you for the first time, it was one of the times shinichiro took you to his house. you were peeking all over the dojo watching everyone practice, entertained. when suddenly, you landed your eyes on his tiny figure
and simply smiled
-so, how’s the shop thing going on?- you asked, pouring some water to boil, opening some tea bags and preparing the containers. there was a kitchenette at the very back of the establishment, with just a stove and a small freezer with water and some snacks
-s-shop thing? what do you mean?- shit! stop being an asshole, he plead his brain or was it his heart? for some mercy. he didn’t really knew which one of them was messing things up and that was definitely a problem
-you alredy forgot? your dream of owning a pet shop that you told me about a while ago, you were much younger. i hope that you didn’t drop it- you mentioned, smiling, just like that one day
why?
why did you remembered that about him? why did you have to bring it out? the stupid dream, that he still desires, he told you once. making him feel weak for the 3rd time in a couple of minutes
why was he feeling this way?
he believed he was strong, he proudly called himself a member of a gang, but he started to sweat with a simple question like this? there has to be something real wrong with him, it can’t be that-
oh, right. the thing
you were leaning on the counter next to the stove, waiting for the water to be ready, hair a bit messy, black leggings, some slippers and your boyfriend’s silver chain freshly stoled from him this morning decorating your chest. you weren’t wearing a bra, and the loose fabric of an oversized sweater that was trying to keep you warm couldn’t stop your hard nippled breasts from showing. his throat closed and he felt he could die suffocated at any second, look somewhere else you piece of shit, he mentally slapped himself
-yeah i guess, i still like animals a lot- he scratched his head, avoiding your gaze by looking down. you noticed it but just decided to let it slip, and turned back to turn off the flame and pour the water over four identical red mugs to prepare the drinks
-that makes me so happy, keisuke. your shop will be the best in town, i’m sure of it. cats alredy love you. oh! and i’ll be your first client. don’t even forget that, okay bug?- you teased, poking his nose. dear god, he forgot you used to call him like that
you weren’t like the senior girls at his school that every boy his aged pathetically stalked, nor the older ones that lived near his apartment complex that elderly men disgustingly desired. hell, you weren’t even like the women of the porn magazines that pah kept hidden under his bed, which made them all drool over like a bunch of idiots
your beauty was anything but perfect. your beauty was the vivid personification of the word home, you felt like home, an immensely loving one. perfect wasn’t a word he could use to describe you because he would be lying, you were making tea in clothes you used for sleeping, and still, you looked like an angel to his eyes
he finally saw it
-y-yeah okay, i won’t- he stuttered, blushing. you grinned pleased and grabbed two of the cups on your hands, asking him for his help with the remaining ones, finally heading back to the front
you took a sit next to your boyfriend who was now casually smoking, and his brother, in some spair chairs he found, carefully offering them the steaming hot cups
he was sure he liked you, since the day he first saw you at the dojo. but he never truly paid any attention to his blooming emotions, ‘’who cares about that sappy crap anyway?’’ he did
still, he would never spill a word. it was no use
if he kept his feelings ignored and buried all this time, he could just keep doing it, right?
shinichiro drapped an arm around your shoulders while all of you were chatting and making jokes, getting closer to blow breathy kisses in your ear every once in a while just to tickle you. mikey scolded him with pouts because of his clinginess and you laughed until your stomach ached, things were always like this with them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way
baji likes it a lot when you smile, he discovered that years ago, but he also discovered that shinichiro sano is the person who makes you do it the most. so he must be fine with that. he is just a kid with a dumb crush and you are a woman in a relationship that most likely, will last forever
the first taste of bittersweet teenage love in his life
so for now, his dream had a new meaning. the fact that you remembered it and wanted to be there when he fulfills it, made him feel like blushing again. and it was enough to keep him content
mama didn’t raise a little bitch he thought, so he decided to just go along with it
mikey finished talking with his brother, mugs went empty and it was time to leave. both boys got back on their way, cold breeze providing them company
when they went out of the store and started walking, keisuke looked back to one of the windows, and he could see how shinchiro bent down to carry you, positioning himself between your legs in the air, both smiling widely at each other, enamored, and probably still joking about random things. he turned away, not wanting to pry anymore into the comfort of your intimacy
-ah man, if i get married someday i hope it’s with a girl like y/n- baji was talking behind mikey, walking slowly through the streets, sighing, arms over his head acting all cool, in an attempt to shake off the rests of wild emotions he felt moments ago, not even noticing in the slightest bit, the low temperature of the environment and the notorious dark aura his friend emanated, still silent and hands in pockets
oh how he wished he never spoked
-you like her too, right?- so, that’s why he was so quiet
-hah?-
in the couple of minutes he stood there processing what he just heard mikey say, keisuke baji inaugurated, in a matter of seconds, a whole category in the depths of his mind called ‘’emotionally wrecker-fucker 3000’’ yeah…. to describe the second wave of feelings that literally crushed him in that moment
actually, that whole afternoon can be found saved in that mental file, not just the moments of realization, but all of it. boobs, cold weather, rushing blood, cigarettes, kisses, a mess of emotions, fighting with mikey in the middle of a random street and four tea mugs
there’s no way in hell he will ever forget this day

— MANY TIMES OVER —
shinichiro sano x reader
mostly fluff, some angsty parts in between. i was grieving for draken while writing, so yeah, that's were the inspiration for the sad things come from.
this maintains a discreet connection with my last post, making some subtle mentions of it. so, in case you would like to read it, it's here. i would appreciate it immensely
wc: 6.6k (sorry, i got a bit carried away)
a/n: this is my love letter to shinichiro, i put my heart and soul into this story, so i really hope you all enjoy it and don't get much confused with all the time jumps. i also would like to add that guys, seriously, just love whoever you want and don't ever give up what you desire, okay? don't be like yua's father and just let people be happy (you will understand after reading). life is short, and we stupidly think we have time, but we actually don't. be always joyful and hold onto your dreams with both hands. to anyone who is reading this, good luck! go and confess already or just fulfill that one thing you want the most, i believe in you
reblogs, likes and comments are deeply appreciated. please ignore any spelling mistakes, the constant editing and the awful glitching
yua — "primarily a female name of japanese origin that means love, affection"

eyes slowly opening. 9:11 a.m.
a couple of minutes after waking up, the cloudburst was captured by your senses
you’ve spent the night with shinichiro after he mentioned that today, he was not going to work at the shop and you were mostly free from your duties. so now, you found yourself laying by his side, head on his bare chest while one of his arms was keeping your body close, null distance
sadly, the comforting position didn’t last long. you decided to get up from his clasp to take a look outside, reaching the sliding door from his bedroom that lead to the backyard of the sano’s residence, leaving it open to allow the humid mist of the rain caress your skin, not forgetting to carefully make sure that the bed was far enough from you, so it wouldn’t bother shinichiro. all of this because, when the green of the plants that lie in the garden, moves slightly to the weak blows the water causes when dropping, it relaxes you
appreciating the view, you instantly recognized an old bike drowning on the ground next to some old motorcycle parts, causing a few giggles to escape from your lips
moments after, your boyfriend rolled in bed and felt your absence, making him sluggishly start to wake up too, huffing. he thought you had agreed to stay the ‘’whole day’’ in bed to be lazy together and here you were, up at nine in the morning
when his eyes adjusted better to the dim light the surroundings provided, he saw you standing against the doorframe, looking at the rain outside and laughing softly, in nothing more than black panties and one of his plain white shirts barely covering your thighs. how could he be mad at you for leaving his side when you looked like that? it wasn’t fair
he felt in heaven, he couldn’t describe it any other way. you were his angel, his day and night, his girl
he knew from way back that you loved watching the raindrops fall, and with the passing of years, he came to discover that he loved watching you
-good morning baby, what you doin' over there? what’s so funny?- he stretched out fully awake and placed his arms at the back of his head, getting into a more comfortable position to admire you better
-crap, did i wake you up?- you quickly turned around to look at him, startled by the sudden sound of his voice
-not really. i was missing you in my sleep, so i stopped doing it- he fake pouted and you rolled your eyes, he really beats himself every morning with stuff like this, it never ceases to amaze you
-you are ridiculous- you said and he smiled without saying anything else, waiting for your response
-so?-
-i was just thinking about that one time we ditched a whole day of classes to go for ramen with master kazo, when we were in middle school. the bike outside, it’s the same one, right?-
even if you tried, you couldn’t remember the exact date. you were both young and pretty much dumb, hungry and immensely bored. it just happened
-yeah. you mean our first date?- he asked biting off a smirk
-that wasn’t our first date, shinichiro. it was just one time we hanged out, we were still friends- you crossed your arms in your chest, protesting. he always teases you like this
-what do you mean friends? i already confessed to you like five times and i think i did it again that day- he said, sitting up
-with that one last confession, they were actually eleven-
-you counted them?- his voice sounded so offended that you couldn’t help but laugh in his face
-you didn’t?-
he laughed with you, a blush creeping his neck and cheeks. still the same dork
-that’s so fucking embarrassing- he rubbed his eyes, cringing
you left the door and walked towards him, standing next to his shirtless sitting figure at the corner of the bed, one of your knees on the mattress and both arms around his neck, fidgeting with his morning hair
-it is- you chuckled, gazing at him
-whatever, you were so whipped for me back then that you even kissed me at the end, how about that, hm?- he placed his arms around the back of your bare thighs, stroking them sweetly
-shut up, i just accepted the invitation because you pestered me so much and it really was a boring class. and the kiss was because you got all bruised for me and i felt bad about it- you frowned and looked away, now feigning annoyance
-that’s such an awful lie- he mentioned narrowing his eyes, making you laugh and give up
-yeah, it kinda is- you admitted
he smiled and stared at you for a couple of seconds in comfortable silence, as if he were thinking about something, an idea enlightening his mind
-would you like to try it again?-
-what?- you perfectly knew what he meant, the question simply slipped from your lips. did he really just came up with that?
-it’s raining, kazo surprisingly still makes ramen and i’m still in love with you. how about we take that same date right now? what could possibly go wrong?- yes he did, and you? you were a speechless, blushing mess trying to play it cool
-accidents, shinichiro? that could go wrong, and i don’t want us to die because of your damn motorcycle- who were you trying to fool? you actually loved the idea. but you were worried, you weren’t irresponsible kids anymore
-that won’t happen cause we are going to use the good old bike and take the alleyways, not the busy streets. just like that one time-
-but does it still work? seems pretty worn out, w-what if we crash again, shin?- you asked. excitement slowly starting to creep in the deepest parts of your being
-well, the story will repeat itself. quite tempting don’t you think, love? the bike is fine i promise, i’ll just wash it up- he proposed you, with that fatal closed eyed childish grin
yeah, of course you ended up agreeing

heavy drops tapped against the window that was next to your seat, humming a soft tune that kept you distracted, you were feeling sleepy
physics class. second period. 8:39 a.m. newton's laws of motion
your professor was explaining the theories and you took some notes, or whatsoever. it was raining, and the vibes in schools change entirely when the skies fall above carefree teenagers. no one gives a shit about subjects or activities for the rest of the day, and you were no exception
not even noticing when the teacher left the classroom. you put all your things away, waiting for the next class to start while you kept yourself in your chair, watching the clouds. enjoying the quietness and the water tumbling at your side. this climate always engulfs you in a particular peace that is rather difficult to explain, so each time, you decide to just dissolve within it. and you totally love it. that’s why, when some of your friends gathered around you and mentioned something about going out, you simply decided to keep yourself on the same spot, alone
‘’inertia. the first law states that if a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force’’
in fact, you were the resting object, and shinchiro sano was the force that acted on you
-yo! y/n!- just like that, all the tranquility disappeared in mere seconds. as a loud thunderstruck in the dead of night, he entered your classroom, tripping, coming close to you with his unkempt uniform and that stupid greasy hairstyle
-so, how you been?- he stood next to your sitting self, hands on his pockets, serenely, as if he didn’t almost knock down an entire desk with his disastrous entry
-stop with that, shinichiro, we greeted at the gateway. what do you want?-
-would you like to go out with me? like, right now?- huh?
-no-
-cool, we are taking my bike. i know a perfect place we could-
-i literally said no, sano-
-i know, i heard you. but i’m not giving up that easy- you raised a brow and glared at him, unfazed
-our next class starts in like 10 minutes, what do you mean now?- he gulped and continued
-look, it’s raining. teachers are basically hidden, it’s going to be a free day for all of us. so you shouldn’t be here all by yourself, you need to go out and enjoy it you know?-
-i have my own ways to enjoy the rain, thank you-
-by just staring at it? come on, i can see you like that a lot but, please? i bet you are so bored that you don’t even have a nice excuse to give. and you’ve already said no so many times to me so please, please, let me take you out today- he was begging at this point, you almost made fun of him
-this is not the first time we hang around, shin. you invite me to your house very often, you are overreacting. by the way, what makes you think i’m bored?-
-yeah, but this is going to be a different occasion, i can feel it. and to answer your question, everyone is bored after physics class- hold on a second
-did you check my schedule?-
-of course i did! i memorized it, now come on- he grabbed your hand and made you stand up abruptly, taking with him your bag and placing it on one of his shoulders while he held his own with the other
-w-wait! are we are not coming back to take the other classes?!- he was basically dragging you. walking real fast through the school hallways, carefully avoiding to stumble with any teacher that could recognize you
-i don’t think so, y/n. this day is going to be for us only, okay?- he looked back at you, grinning, and your heart tingled
he made it look as the easiest thing ever and you gave in, squeezing his hand back. a little fun couldn’t hurt, right? well…
you had to act quickly to catch the only chance to actually escape classes without getting terribly penalized. the guard on the entrance gate took a 7 minute break to go for a coffee at the school’s office every day at the same hour, so the plan needed to be executed in that certain amount of time
step 1. wait for the entrance to be alone, step 2. be sure to not forget your bags and hold them firmly, step 3. jump the gate, step 4. take the bike out of the secured deposit at the front of the building in the shortest amount of time possible, step 5. run for your lives
the rest is history
a triumphant scream resonated against empty, watery streets, far enough from your shared middle school. shinichiro was speeding with his bike while you were taking a seat behind him, holding tightly to his waist with a huge smile on your face. you made it out neatly, on a path worthy of an olympic medal, and the adrenaline was just washing over your bodies, leaving you with pure bliss. both damped from the rain pouring over yourselves, not minding it at all
in that moment, it was only you and him in the world
-i can’t believe we made it, you good there, pretty?- your cheeks heated with the nickname, the rush surely boosted his confidence
-y-yeah, i think so- you laughed, a bit shy. hugging him closer and placing you head in his wet back. the gesture made his heart beat so roughly against his ribcage that he silently prayed to all the gods and deities he could think about for you to not notice
-but if you get me in trouble, i’ll stab you- you continued
-i would die happily knowing that it was on your hands-
-you are so stupid, shinichiro- he giggled
after a couple of more jokes and some time going around the city, watching together how the houses disappeared in an endless fog, you both started to get hungry, and he decided to visit the most reliable and special place to eat in town
yua ramen house
the owner is a man named kazori okamoto, mostly known as ‘’master kazo’’ for his amazing cooking skills and because he simply enjoys the nickname. he is a funny man and a very important person for the sano family, even to this day. he met grandpa sano in their early teenage years and the friendship still remains alive. he used to dream with being an elite chef, but certain circumstances he had to go through leaded him to abandon his desires. despite all, he claims that he is happy with what he has right now. ‘’life goes on, regardless’’ is one of his known personal quotes and little manjiro´s favorite, for some strange reason
so the fact that shinichiro decided to introduce you to him that day, definitely meant something else
-master! ‘you there?- shinichiro stepped in as if the establishment was his living room and you followed closely behind, taking a glance at everything. it was a tiny place, but very welcoming and warm
quite the opposite to how you felt, drenching in your school uniform
-sano boy! what the hell are you doing out with weather like this and- he looked directly at you. and you smiled, bowing to greet the old man
-nice to meet you sir, you both seem to be really close- you added, sheepishly -my name is y/n-
-of course you are!- he said getting closer to you and mockingly punching shinichiro in the arm, the poor thing almost flies from the ground. he had a nice smile, you noted -it’s my pleasure, sweetheart. i’ve been dying to finally meet you- oh, now that was new
-really?-
-i swear this brat never shuts up when it comes to you, even if i’ve never seen your face before, i could know it was you from all the things he has said to me- shinichiro coughed loudly, completely exposed
-y-yeah well, that’s because she will be my wife someday, sir. i’m trying my best- what the hell was he even saying
-you better, lover boy- kazo mentioned, with the biggest and cheekiest grin you've ever seen
you opened your mouth to answer to the revelation, embarrassed to the most, but master beat you to it
-so, what would you like? what can i do for you?- intentionally changing the subject to avoid any kind of denial from you
both creeps: 1 – you: 0
-u-um, what do you recommend?- you asked still a little shooked and flustered, looking at the menu
-i can surprise you if you let me, just give me the approbation that you don’t dislike any ingredient that you see and i will prepare a random dish for you, deal?-
-okay, deal. thank you so much, sir-
-no problem- he said, starting to roam around the kitchen in front of you, hardly trying to ignore the pool of water you were both making in his recently moped, squeaky clean, floor. one of his eyes twitching
-i would like some- shinichiro started
-yeah, yeah. i know what you always eat kid, so for now, how about you go to the back and look for a fucking mop to wipe the mess you made, you already know where it is. i can bet both of my legs that this was your idea-
-she is into this too!-
-then get her a towel you rat! here, the keys to the shed- kazo threw them his way and you sticked your tongue out to shinichiro while he disappeared to the back of the restaurant
-oh! how rude, i didn’t introduce myself. i’m kazori okamoto, but you can call me master kazo- you nodded and accepted the hand he was offering, containing your laughter, he was just like grandpa sano. all kindness to you and disinheriting shinichiro at the second
-then thank you, master. nice to meet you again and sorry for the disaster we brought- he accepted the apology and smiled back at you, turning to resume what he was previously doing, while you were sitting in one of the bar stools. the shop was empty, obviously, who in their right mind would go out to eat with a storm like this? exactly, only shinichiro sano would
you decided to take another look around, eyes wandering over the place now more carefully, while the old man was working on the food. a picture on one of the walls catched your attention, it was the portrait of a gorgeous woman, she was standing against a bridge that seemed to be somewhere in tokyo, in a red summer dress and an immense loving smile adorning her face, directed to the person behind the camera. it seemed old, a captured memory from a distant past
-master, can i ask you something?- you called him, curiosity winning over you
-yes?-
-who is the pretty lady of the picture?- you thought he didn’t hear you at first because there was a moment of silence, but turns out that he just hesitated
-my eternal muse- his voice faltered, revealing an intimate part of his soul so effortlessly to you. the tremendous sorrow in his expression was evident, but in those words, it also remained the tender affection of a heart whose love will never decline, a perpetual vow
and because of that, you didn’t feel like making any more questions
shinichiro came back, claimed he couldn’t find any towels, kazo called him useless, he moped horribly the floor, and then finally, you proceeded to eat. master prepared the most delicious and exotic shoyu ramen you ever had and some tonkotsu ramen for shinichiro, with an ice cold cola to the side, his favorite, it could never miss
kazo spoke with the heart open in his words, reminiscing hilarious experiences of his youngster era to entertain you while you finished. you were fixated in the way he seemed to relive those moments for an instant, but shinichiro was looking at you, inevitably. your laughing figure, those pretty lips and those pretty eyes shining in delight. if only you could imagine how much he liked you
the hours slid through your fingers like silk, between the anecdotes of an old man and the secret glances of an enamored teenage boy. proving that what they say it’s true, when you have nice company, time surely flies. but school hours ended, and you had little to no time to go back to your house before your parents suspected anything
-thank you so much for the food master, i really had a lovely time- you started
-no, no. thank you both for keeping me company, the place was alone until you showed up. you could have it all for yourselves, how lucky-
-it’s because today is a special day- shinichiro added smiling, referring to what he said to convince you earlier. putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, while you blushed
-how come?- the old man asked
-it’s a secret- shinichiro grinned
-oh, i see- kazo winked an eye to him and you couldn’t be more puzzled, deciding to remain quiet
both creeps: 2 – you: 0
-we’ll be leaving now kazo. thank you very much, again- shinichiro payed, not taking any objections from you, and you agreed with his words once again, nodding and smiling at him
-you are welcome anytime, be sure to visit often, okay? bring your siblings and that old fucker of your grandpa that hasn’t stopped in a while too, alright? take care and be good, always-
shinichiro hugged him and you felt the urge to do it after, he just smiled weakly
you gathered your stuff and stepped out, while shinichiro stood inside for a second, master kazo calling him to say one last thing
you never knew what he meant with the words ‘’don’t forget our promise, son’’ but shinichiro surely did

a couple of weeks before that day, kazo sat down with shinichiro outside his store after the boy came back bruised from a fight. the sun was setting and he didn’t want to arrive home yet, so he found shelter with his most confident partner
master was smoking at the front, looking somewhat down, sad, he wasn’t his usual self at the moment and shinichiro noticed it
-are you okay, sir?- he approached him, almost timidly. like an infant, innocent and fearful
-i should be the one asking you that, punk. how’s the eye?- it actually hurt, a lot. he got beat up a couple of hours ago and it was finally getting to him, but he didn’t mind it at the moment, though. he decided to ignore his pain to focus on his friend. shinichiro has always been like this, always selfless about himself and always the most caring about the others, a gentle spirit by nature, destined to be a leader, to be great
-still works i guess, i’ve had much worse- the boy just shrugged, insisting -what about you? is everything alright? you weren’t in the kitchen when i arrived, that rarely happens-
-you are pretty fucking nosy, eh?- shinichiro barely smiled with the remark, he was getting seriously worried
after a couple of minutes in complete silence, master okamoto gathered himself and started to talk
-what are you studying? middle school?- shinichiro nodded. with that question, he opened the topic
-well, i was a bit older than you. it was my last year of high school and i was about to get into college. see, i used to have this teacher i appreciated deeply, he knew how much i cherished the field of gastronomy, and he was an amazing person, so he handed me some school forms abroad that could open my horizons and would be helpful to achieve the career that i wanted, you know? he helped me a lot. i also had the support of the love of my life, her name was yua muraka- the eyes of the man brightened with the single mention of his past lover. saying her name almost in a whisper, staring at nothingness. hoping that by mentioning her, she would appear in front of him with her arms open. thing that he has been waiting for decades, foolishly
-she used to be my girlfriend at that time, my whole universe, and she was happy with the idea of me leaving to accomplish my dream. but i’ve never been a selfish guy, and i wanted her to come with me, to accomplish all of that with me. so, i opened this small shop to raise some money to be able to take her in my journey, and make it one for both- shinichiro remained silent, carefully listening. the funny man he knew and cherished, was now crouched, small and tarnished
-the thing is that, her father hated me, son. he saw me as a punk, a good for nothing. i used to get into fights with your grandpa too, and i wanted to be a chef while he was a doctor. but i couldn’t care less about that crap, she was part of my dream and i was willing to give everything for her-
-the dates were getting closer, school was ending, i bought the tickets, and every day i had more money for finally moving away together and provide her with the life she deserved. but when her father noticed all of this, he started to restrict my visits to her home, and he didn’t let yua out- with every word, kazo started to get more emotional. shinichiro could see the rage in his eyes and the impotence behind his memories
-of course we had our escapades, and let me tell you, those were the best moments of my life. but the little bubble we were living in exploded when he suddenly sent her away. one day he just dragged his daughter to a train far from here, menacing her with the most horrid things that i don’t even want to mention- master took a long drag of his cigarette and continued
-i never found out about his plan or the things he said to her because it was so sudden, in an instant she was just gone. i couldn’t do anything to stop him, i never knew anything about the constant abuse either cause yua kept it all to herself- in minutes, the air turned heavy around them, dark, suffocating. as if the atmosphere absorbed the feelings that kazo’s words professed
-shinichiro, the train collapsed in an accident two hours after leaving the station, a day like this, more than 30 years ago. taking many lives, and ripping my love, my darling, away from me, forever- tears started to tumble from his wrinkled eyes, one by one, violently. the noises of the city turned into a heap of murmurs that made shinichiro’s mind enter a void of dizziness. it was awful, his juvenile heart fell to his feet and got burnt with the remainings of the cigarette that mr. okamoto’s trembling hands dropped, mindlessly
-i couldn’t even say goodbye to her, couldn’t even kiss her one last time- he added, stuttering, dragging his own words and choking with grief. shinichiro felt the urge of crying deep in his gut, but he swallowed it, not wanting to make his friend regret confessing him something so profound and distressing, so near to his core. he needed to remain strong for him
-a couple of months later, i encountered her mother on a random street, and realized that the woman was constantly being blackmailed by yua’s father, and that’s why she never defended her daughter. in that moment, she kneeled before me and asked for my forgiveness, confessing everything to me, all the things that i am telling you right now and how she really did wanted yua to live her life by my side, but that she was too afraid of what her husband was capable of doing- the old man started to gain his posture again, wiping his face. as he is used to doing, since that fateful date
-i never went to college after that and i closed the shop, sticking to the local jobs that miserable men stick to- it all made sense now
-years later i realized that yua probably wouldn’t like the way i was living, so i reopened the shop in her name and here i am, as you can see. ironical how they gave her such a beautiful appellation to edge her life to that extreme, with no love and no affection, huh?- a poisonous laugh escaped his mouth while he took out another cigarette of the tiny box and lightened in silence, shinichiro just remained staring, noting how the man next to him still wanted to cry, and how hardly he was retaining it
-i’m telling you this because you remind me of my younger self. i can sense the love you have for the girl you always tell me about with this tore eyes, that must have glossed the same way when i spoke about yua to someone else. i also suppose that you are concerned because you’re part of a gang and she is just a sweet girl, how you worry for her- the words echoed in every moment of doubt shinichiro recalled having about you, regret clouding his mind. kazo could read him so easily that he even felt embarrassed and disappointed with his own self. something snapped, he took a decision
-but please, shinichiro, don’t ever let her go okay? it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do and vice versa, none of that is relevant if you truly love her, so don’t ever let anything take her away from you. can you promise that to me, punk?- kazo was now clutching to shinichiro’s bloody shirt without even realizing, voice finally cracking with the last sentence, sobbing loudly, all over again. any trace of composure he tried so hard to keep, totally erased from the path they were on
a young shinichiro sano just hugged him, reciprocating all of those times kazo did the same to him as a kid. he opened his arms to let the old man release the huge load of his aching heart -i promise i will, i’m so sorry. i’m really, really sorry- he muttered to his ear, repeating the words almost inaudibly, like a prayer, while the night fell above them
shinichiro took the first drag of a cigarette that day

you were both on the bike again. the rain decreased while you were eating but it started pouring halfway to your house
-be more careful, you are going to get us killed- you exclaimed to the back of his neck, worried about many things, while shinichiro pedaled with all his might. it was actually pretty late, you should have arrived to your house 20 minutes ago and the storm you were caught in was not helping your nerves
-everything is going to be alright, babe. just hold tight- he said untroubled, as always. it was driving you insane
-that’s what i’m doing! and don’t call me babe!-
a couple of streets later, what was expected to happen
happened
you just remember the impact, but what really occurred was that the front wheel got stucked in a sewer hole that you couldn’t see because of the increasing amount of water on the ground, and both of you were catapulted to the pavement. now it’s a funny memory, but back then it wasn’t, and it ached insanely, mostly to shinichiro
he was weak in fights, for sure. but his reflexes were impeccable, using them to instinctly cover your body with his, scratching his whole face in the process and receiving the impact for both, almost breaking an arm for you, literally
while you just bruised your knees, he was still worried, as if the roles were inversed
-fuck! are you okay? are you hurt?- he quickly asked, coming closer to you, scared to death
-nothing serious, you don’t have to worry about it. what about yo- you said without looking at him, still trying to come to your senses. then you realized- oh my god, shin! you are bleeding. i‘m so sorry! i literally crushed you, and you hurted your whole face. p-please forgive me- you were so preoccupied, inspecting his injuries. but all he did was just smile, blood running over his brows and chin. the asshole entirely enjoying all the attention you were giving him at the moment
-i should be the one apologizing! i got us into this, i’m sorry y/n- he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. you weren’t even mad, the fright was still vivid on your skin
and then suddenly, you truly took a deep stare at his features, while the rain kept making a curtain between the two of you. there was no trace of gel from the morning and his wet hair was now fully down, covering his forehead, the water washing his wounds, his drenched white uniform shirt all dirty from the experiences of the day and his pants had an open scratch in the left knee
you didn’t even notice how close you were, sitting together on the corner of an empty alley he desperately took to arrive faster, just staring at each other in silence for a moment. you both cracked in laughter at the same time, the situation was absurd
even though you wouldn’t admit it or either show signs of, you really had great times with shinichiro sano
you like it when he stops to your classroom between breaks just to wish you a nice day, you like lying on the floor next to him at his house’s dojo when it’s summer to eat popsicles with keisuke and his siblings, and you also like the awful cheesy jokes he invents just to make you laugh. because you particularly know that under all those layers of nonsensical girl-crazy rambling lies the most amiable and boldest heart of all, a kind soul with a presence hard to miss
and you like that too
-you know, you look nice like this, without all that dumb gangster wannabe hairstyle, shin-
-did you just, admitted that i look nice?-
-oh god, of course you were going to focus only on that- you rolled your eyes, wishing to not have said anything at all
-i mean, is there anything else i should focus on? it’s an historical moment to me!-
-whatever, sano- you shook your head, chuckling. and he stared at you for the thousandth time today, blood pumping furiously all over his system. he could even feel it on his ears, like the sound a seashell makes when you put it close to you, but this time, amplified to a deafening point
taking a deep breath, he decided to try once again. he made a promise, after all
-y/n- you looked at him in the eyes, driving all your attention to him. he was shaking, he had done this many times with you and other girls before, twenty to be exact, but there’s something in the way you are staring at him right now that results mesmerizing, intimidating, but mesmerizing still. shit, he couldn’t take it anymore -you look pretty to me always. even now, in the most screwed up situation possible, i think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and i- he stopped, red as a beet. inhaling again, he continued -i like you a lot, you know? i’m p-pretty sure i’m in love with you- stuttering a little bit in that last sentence, but who wouldn’t?
-yes, i already know that, shinichiro. you’ve said it like a million times- you smiled softly, looking down at the puddle you were in
-you do?- he didn’t mean to sound so disappointed, but the ghost of what it looked like his twenty first consecutive rejection started to pester him and it was impossible not to, or that’s what he thought
-yeah-
-g-great, cause i will keep saying it until the day i achieve the billion times ‘cause you are my girl-
-i’m not your girl- you furrowed your eyebrows -at least not yet-
-but you will! wait, what?- he was so dumb, you smiled
-just shut up-
without thinking it any further, you pressed your lips against his. the kiss was sloppy, rainy and embarrassing. but to shinichiro was more like ‘’the long-awaited arrival of divine glory’’, that’s exactly how he described it to his little brother when he got home
the silence and the shout, the euphoria and the lull, his insides felt like exploding, the floor was spinning
and you were, in that instant you really were his girl, no turning back. and you kinda enjoyed it
with that kiss you decided to let your feelings grow, and maybe, in a remote future, you would give him your heart to hold for eternity
thing that actually happened faster than what you expected

back to the present, you were both in the same situation, something like an induced déjà vu
a pair of lovers riding an old and too small bike on their way to yua ramen house under the rain. both with 23 years old now, but sharing the same feelings in the same two beating hearts
you started to go eat to yua ramen house together frequently after that first time, but master kazo got sick a few years later, so he had to stop working for a while and decided to leave the country for a break. he came back a couple of years ago, but you have not visited him until now, so it’s been quite a bit since you’ve seen each other
when you arrived, you couldn’t help to feel nostalgic
-sano boy, it’s that you?- his figure was more hunched than before, hair whiter and the wrinkles above his eyes and forehead were more prominent, but despite the changes that the passing of life produces, he was the same funny man you once met
-nice to see you master, how’s the business going?- shinichiro felt so many things in that moment. he was no middle schooler anymore, he left the gang medium a while ago, his siblings were older, and you were still by his side. he has grown, but sometimes, he forgets about that
-as always, punk. it’s really nice to have you here after all this years- you stepped behind your boyfriend
-hello sir, it’s been a while indeed- the old man laughed joyful, taken by surprise
-i can’t believe what i’m seeing, the same two dumb kids that came in making a mess in my shop once, doing it all over again. right y/n?-
-that’s us- you laughed, reminiscing -i’m so glad to finally see you again, master-
-the pleasure it’s all mine, it makes me so happy to have my two best clients here with me-
-we missed you, kazo- shinichiro added, coming closer to give the man a hug, you followed after
-i missed you too- he smiled -but for the love of god, go get a damn towel, son! and search carefully this time!- shinichiro went out, laughing. you viewed the scene amused and moments later, your eyes drifted to yua’s picture on the wall, you felt your soul clench, wondering if master kazo would still answer the same way. of course he would you thought, eternal is eternal
this time, shinichiro did find the towels. and you both cleaned the mess of water sputtering around, waiting for the cook to finish your meals while you chatted, catching up on your lives
-so you really are together since then, huh? i’m proud of you, lover boy-
-i told you i was going to marry her one day, didn’t i?-
-oh! did you guys already?- kazo instantly turned around, almost dropping the pan he was using
-i’m still working on it, but i’ll make sure you get the invitation soon- you suppressed a squeal. you haven’t spoken about this yet, how dare he just throw it out so suddenly?
-wha- you couldn’t even finish
-i’ll be patiently waiting then! nothing would make me happier- mr. okamoto interrupted you, leaving your head blank, as they always managed to
both creeps: 3 – you: 0 you’re out!
the food orders were the same, and with the first taste you took, you travelled ten years in the past. memory is such a graceful thing
kazo sent a glance at the both of you while you were eating, and he couldn’t help his eyes from watering
he saw the same slicked back dark haired kid with wet uniform covered in dirt, sitting with a lovely girl at his side, hair shorter than now and clothes just as messed as the boy’s ones, but the same smile that once brightened her features still present, dedicated just to him and his silly comments
-are you watching this, yua? we used to love like this- kazo mentally talked with the picture on the wall, looking tenderly at it. he didn’t get an answer, but he didn’t need to, he was certain
your relationship was like this since the beginning, unchanging. always coinciding in a world where only you and him existed, surrendering to each other’s feelings many times over. relieving significant moments of your intertwined lives, and at the same time, creating new ones with each arrival of a new day. discovering together a hundred and one different ways to fall more in love,
if possible



—many times over—
shinichiro sano x reader
mostly fluff, some angsty parts in between. i was grieving for draken while writing, so yeah, that's were the inspiration for the sad things come from.
this maintains a discreet connection with my last post, making some subtle mentions of it. so, in case you would like to read it, it's here. i would appreciate it immensely
wc: 6.6k (sorry, i got a bit carried away)
a/n: this is my love letter to shinichiro, i put my heart and soul into this story, so i really hope you all enjoy it and don't get much confused with all the time jumps. i also would like to add that guys, seriously, just love whoever you want and don't ever give up what you desire, okay? don't be like yua's father and just let people be happy (you will understand after reading). life is short, and we stupidly think we have time, but we actually don't. be always joyful and hold onto your dreams with both hands. to anyone who is reading this, good luck! go and confess already or just fulfill that one thing you want the most, i believe in you
reblogs, likes and comments are deeply appreciated. please ignore any spelling mistakes, the constant editing and the awful glitching
yua — "primarily a female name of japanese origin that means love, affection"

eyes slowly opening. 9:11 a.m.
a couple of minutes after waking up, the cloudburst was captured by your senses
you’ve spent the night with shinichiro after he mentioned that today, he was not going to work at the shop and you were mostly free from your duties. so now, you found yourself laying by his side, head on his bare chest while one of his arms was keeping your body close, null distance
sadly, the comforting position didn’t last long. you decided to get up from his clasp to take a look outside, reaching the sliding door from his bedroom that lead to the backyard of the sano’s residence, leaving it open to allow the humid mist of the rain caress your skin, not forgetting to carefully make sure that the bed was far enough from you, so it wouldn’t bother shinichiro. all of this because, when the green of the plants that lie in the garden, moves slightly to the weak blows the water causes when dropping, it relaxes you
appreciating the view, you instantly recognized an old bike drowning on the ground next to some old motorcycle parts, causing a few giggles to escape from your lips
moments after, your boyfriend rolled in bed and felt your absence, making him sluggishly start to wake up too, huffing. he thought you had agreed to stay the ‘’whole day’’ in bed to be lazy together and here you were, up at nine in the morning
when his eyes adjusted better to the dim light the surroundings provided, he saw you standing against the doorframe, looking at the rain outside and laughing softly, in nothing more than black panties and one of his plain white shirts barely covering your thighs. how could he be mad at you for leaving his side when you looked like that? it wasn’t fair
he felt in heaven, he couldn’t describe it any other way. you were his angel, his day and night, his girl
he knew from way back that you loved watching the raindrops fall, and with the passing of years, he came to discover that he loved watching you
-good morning baby, what you doin' over there? what’s so funny?- he stretched out fully awake and placed his arms at the back of his head, getting into a more comfortable position to admire you better
-crap, did i wake you up?- you quickly turned around to look at him, startled by the sudden sound of his voice
-not really. i was missing you in my sleep, so i stopped doing it- he fake pouted and you rolled your eyes, he really beats himself every morning with stuff like this, it never ceases to amaze you
-you are ridiculous- you said and he smiled without saying anything else, waiting for your response
-so?-
-i was just thinking about that one time we ditched a whole day of classes to go for ramen with master kazo, when we were in middle school. the bike outside, it’s the same one, right?-
even if you tried, you couldn’t remember the exact date. you were both young and pretty much dumb, hungry and immensely bored. it just happened
-yeah. you mean our first date?- he asked biting off a smirk
-that wasn’t our first date, shinichiro. it was just one time we hanged out, we were still friends- you crossed your arms in your chest, protesting. he always teases you like this
-what do you mean friends? i already confessed to you like five times and i think i did it again that day- he said, sitting up
-with that one last confession, they were actually eleven-
-you counted them?- his voice sounded so offended that you couldn’t help but laugh in his face
-you didn’t?-
he laughed with you, a blush creeping his neck and cheeks. still the same dork
-that’s so fucking embarrassing- he rubbed his eyes, cringing
you left the door and walked towards him, standing next to his shirtless sitting figure at the corner of the bed, one of your knees on the mattress and both arms around his neck, fidgeting with his morning hair
-it is- you chuckled, gazing at him
-whatever, you were so whipped for me back then that you even kissed me at the end, how about that, hm?- he placed his arms around the back of your bare thighs, stroking them sweetly
-shut up, i just accepted the invitation because you pestered me so much and it really was a boring class. and the kiss was because you got all bruised for me and i felt bad about it- you frowned and looked away, now feigning annoyance
-that’s such an awful lie- he mentioned narrowing his eyes, making you laugh and give up
-yeah, it kinda is- you admitted
he smiled and stared at you for a couple of seconds in comfortable silence, as if he were thinking about something, an idea enlightening his mind
-would you like to try it again?-
-what?- you perfectly knew what he meant, the question simply slipped from your lips. did he really just came up with that?
-it’s raining, kazo surprisingly still makes ramen and i’m still in love with you. how about we take that same date right now? what could possibly go wrong?- yes he did, and you? you were a speechless, blushing mess trying to play it cool
-accidents, shinichiro? that could go wrong, and i don’t want us to die because of your damn motorcycle- who were you trying to fool? you actually loved the idea. but you were worried, you weren’t irresponsible kids anymore
-that won’t happen cause we are going to use the good old bike and take the alleyways, not the busy streets. just like that one time-
-but does it still work? seems pretty worn out, w-what if we crash again, shin?- you asked. excitement slowly starting to creep in the deepest parts of your being
-well, the story will repeat itself. quite tempting don’t you think, love? the bike is fine i promise, i’ll just wash it up- he proposed you, with that fatal closed eyed childish grin
yeah, of course you ended up agreeing

heavy drops tapped against the window that was next to your seat, humming a soft tune that kept you distracted, you were feeling sleepy
physics class. second period. 8:39 a.m. newton's laws of motion
your professor was explaining the theories and you took some notes, or whatsoever. it was raining, and the vibes in schools change entirely when the skies fall above carefree teenagers. no one gives a shit about subjects or activities for the rest of the day, and you were no exception
not even noticing when the teacher left the classroom. you put all your things away, waiting for the next class to start while you kept yourself in your chair, watching the clouds. enjoying the quietness and the water tumbling at your side. this climate always engulfs you in a particular peace that is rather difficult to explain, so each time, you decide to just dissolve within it. and you totally love it. that’s why, when some of your friends gathered around you and mentioned something about going out, you simply decided to keep yourself on the same spot, alone
‘’inertia. the first law states that if a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force’’
in fact, you were the resting object, and shinchiro sano was the force that acted on you
-yo! y/n!- just like that, all the tranquility disappeared in mere seconds. as a loud thunderstruck in the dead of night, he entered your classroom, tripping, coming close to you with his unkempt uniform and that stupid greasy hairstyle
-so, how you been?- he stood next to your sitting self, hands on his pockets, serenely, as if he didn’t almost knock down an entire desk with his disastrous entry
-stop with that, shinichiro, we greeted at the gateway. what do you want?-
-would you like to go out with me? like, right now?- huh?
-no-
-cool, we are taking my bike. i know a perfect place we could-
-i literally said no, sano-
-i know, i heard you. but i’m not giving up that easy- you raised a brow and glared at him, unfazed
-our next class starts in like 10 minutes, what do you mean now?- he gulped and continued
-look, it’s raining. teachers are basically hidden, it’s going to be a free day for all of us. so you shouldn’t be here all by yourself, you need to go out and enjoy it you know?-
-i have my own ways to enjoy the rain, thank you-
-by just staring at it? come on, i can see you like that a lot but, please? i bet you are so bored that you don’t even have a nice excuse to give. and you’ve already said no so many times to me so please, please, let me take you out today- he was begging at this point, you almost made fun of him
-this is not the first time we hang around, shin. you invite me to your house very often, you are overreacting. by the way, what makes you think i’m bored?-
-yeah, but this is going to be a different occasion, i can feel it. and to answer your question, everyone is bored after physics class- hold on a second
-did you check my schedule?-
-of course i did! i memorized it, now come on- he grabbed your hand and made you stand up abruptly, taking with him your bag and placing it on one of his shoulders while he held his own with the other
-w-wait! are we are not coming back to take the other classes?!- he was basically dragging you. walking real fast through the school hallways, carefully avoiding to stumble with any teacher that could recognize you
-i don’t think so, y/n. this day is going to be for us only, okay?- he looked back at you, grinning, and your heart tingled
he made it look as the easiest thing ever and you gave in, squeezing his hand back. a little fun couldn’t hurt, right? well…
you had to act quickly to catch the only chance to actually escape classes without getting terribly penalized. the guard on the entrance gate took a 7 minute break to go for a coffee at the school’s office every day at the same hour, so the plan needed to be executed in that certain amount of time
step 1. wait for the entrance to be alone, step 2. be sure to not forget your bags and hold them firmly, step 3. jump the gate, step 4. take the bike out of the secured deposit at the front of the building in the shortest amount of time possible, step 5. run for your lives
the rest is history
a triumphant scream resonated against empty, watery streets, far enough from your shared middle school. shinichiro was speeding with his bike while you were taking a seat behind him, holding tightly to his waist with a huge smile on your face. you made it out neatly, on a path worthy of an olympic medal, and the adrenaline was just washing over your bodies, leaving you with pure bliss. both damped from the rain pouring over yourselves, not minding it at all
in that moment, it was only you and him in the world
-i can’t believe we made it, you good there, pretty?- your cheeks heated with the nickname, the rush surely boosted his confidence
-y-yeah, i think so- you laughed, a bit shy. hugging him closer and placing you head in his wet back. the gesture made his heart beat so roughly against his ribcage that he silently prayed to all the gods and deities he could think about for you to not notice
-but if you get me in trouble, i’ll stab you- you continued
-i would die happily knowing that it was on your hands-
-you are so stupid, shinichiro- he giggled
after a couple of more jokes and some time going around the city, watching together how the houses disappeared in an endless fog, you both started to get hungry, and he decided to visit the most reliable and special place to eat in town
yua ramen house
the owner is a man named kazori okamoto, mostly known as ‘’master kazo’’ for his amazing cooking skills and because he simply enjoys the nickname. he is a funny man and a very important person for the sano family, even to this day. he met grandpa sano in their early teenage years and the friendship still remains alive. he used to dream with being an elite chef, but certain circumstances he had to go through leaded him to abandon his desires. despite all, he claims that he is happy with what he has right now. ‘’life goes on, regardless’’ is one of his known personal quotes and little manjiro´s favorite, for some strange reason
so the fact that shinichiro decided to introduce you to him that day, definitely meant something else
-master! ‘you there?- shinichiro stepped in as if the establishment was his living room and you followed closely behind, taking a glance at everything. it was a tiny place, but very welcoming and warm
quite the opposite to how you felt, drenching in your school uniform
-sano boy! what the hell are you doing out with weather like this and- he looked directly at you. and you smiled, bowing to greet the old man
-nice to meet you sir, you both seem to be really close- you added, sheepishly -my name is y/n-
-of course you are!- he said getting closer to you and mockingly punching shinichiro in the arm, the poor thing almost flies from the ground. he had a nice smile, you noted -it’s my pleasure, sweetheart. i’ve been dying to finally meet you- oh, now that was new
-really?-
-i swear this brat never shuts up when it comes to you, even if i’ve never seen your face before, i could know it was you from all the things he has said to me- shinichiro coughed loudly, completely exposed
-y-yeah well, that’s because she will be my wife someday, sir. i’m trying my best- what the hell was he even saying
-you better, lover boy- kazo mentioned, with the biggest and cheekiest grin you've ever seen
you opened your mouth to answer to the revelation, embarrassed to the most, but master beat you to it
-so, what would you like? what can i do for you?- intentionally changing the subject to avoid any kind of denial from you
both creeps: 1 – you: 0
-u-um, what do you recommend?- you asked still a little shooked and flustered, looking at the menu
-i can surprise you if you let me, just give me the approbation that you don’t dislike any ingredient that you see and i will prepare a random dish for you, deal?-
-okay, deal. thank you so much, sir-
-no problem- he said, starting to roam around the kitchen in front of you, hardly trying to ignore the pool of water you were both making in his recently moped, squeaky clean, floor. one of his eyes twitching
-i would like some- shinichiro started
-yeah, yeah. i know what you always eat kid, so for now, how about you go to the back and look for a fucking mop to wipe the mess you made, you already know where it is. i can bet both of my legs that this was your idea-
-she is into this too!-
-then get her a towel you rat! here, the keys to the shed- kazo threw them his way and you sticked your tongue out to shinichiro while he disappeared to the back of the restaurant
-oh! how rude, i didn’t introduce myself. i’m kazori okamoto, but you can call me master kazo- you nodded and accepted the hand he was offering, containing your laughter, he was just like grandpa sano. all kindness to you and disinheriting shinichiro at the second
-then thank you, master. nice to meet you again and sorry for the disaster we brought- he accepted the apology and smiled back at you, turning to resume what he was previously doing, while you were sitting in one of the bar stools. the shop was empty, obviously, who in their right mind would go out to eat with a storm like this? exactly, only shinichiro sano would
you decided to take another look around, eyes wandering over the place now more carefully, while the old man was working on the food. a picture on one of the walls catched your attention, it was the portrait of a gorgeous woman, she was standing against a bridge that seemed to be somewhere in tokyo, in a red summer dress and an immense loving smile adorning her face, directed to the person behind the camera. it seemed old, a captured memory from a distant past
-master, can i ask you something?- you called him, curiosity winning over you
-yes?-
-who is the pretty lady of the picture?- you thought he didn’t hear you at first because there was a moment of silence, but turns out that he just hesitated
-my eternal muse- his voice faltered, revealing an intimate part of his soul so effortlessly to you. the tremendous sorrow in his expression was evident, but in those words, it also remained the tender affection of a heart whose love will never decline, a perpetual vow
and because of that, you didn’t feel like making any more questions
shinichiro came back, claimed he couldn’t find any towels, kazo called him useless, he moped horribly the floor, and then finally, you proceeded to eat. master prepared the most delicious and exotic shoyu ramen you ever had and some tonkotsu ramen for shinichiro, with an ice cold cola to the side, his favorite, it could never miss
kazo spoke with the heart open in his words, reminiscing hilarious experiences of his youngster era to entertain you while you finished. you were fixated in the way he seemed to relive those moments for an instant, but shinichiro was looking at you, inevitably. your laughing figure, those pretty lips and those pretty eyes shining in delight. if only you could imagine how much he liked you
the hours slid through your fingers like silk, between the anecdotes of an old man and the secret glances of an enamored teenage boy. proving that what they say it’s true, when you have nice company, time surely flies. but school hours ended, and you had little to no time to go back to your house before your parents suspected anything
-thank you so much for the food master, i really had a lovely time- you started
-no, no. thank you both for keeping me company, the place was alone until you showed up. you could have it all for yourselves, how lucky-
-it’s because today is a special day- shinichiro added smiling, referring to what he said to convince you earlier. putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, while you blushed
-how come?- the old man asked
-it’s a secret- shinichiro grinned
-oh, i see- kazo winked an eye to him and you couldn’t be more puzzled, deciding to remain quiet
both creeps: 2 – you: 0
-we’ll be leaving now kazo. thank you very much, again- shinichiro payed, not taking any objections from you, and you agreed with his words once again, nodding and smiling at him
-you are welcome anytime, be sure to visit often, okay? bring your siblings and that old fucker of your grandpa that hasn’t stopped in a while too, alright? take care and be good, always-
shinichiro hugged him and you felt the urge to do it after, he just smiled weakly
you gathered your stuff and stepped out, while shinichiro stood inside for a second, master kazo calling him to say one last thing
you never knew what he meant with the words ‘’don’t forget our promise, son’’ but shinichiro surely did

a couple of weeks before that day, kazo sat down with shinichiro outside his store after the boy came back bruised from a fight. the sun was setting and he didn’t want to arrive home yet, so he found shelter with his most confident partner
master was smoking at the front, looking somewhat down, sad, he wasn’t his usual self at the moment and shinichiro noticed it
-are you okay, sir?- he approached him, almost timidly. like an infant, innocent and fearful
-i should be the one asking you that, punk. how’s the eye?- it actually hurt, a lot. he got beat up a couple of hours ago and it was finally getting to him, but he didn’t mind it at the moment, though. he decided to ignore his pain to focus on his friend. shinichiro has always been like this, always selfless about himself and always the most caring about the others, a gentle spirit by nature, destined to be a leader, to be great
-still works i guess, i’ve had much worse- the boy just shrugged, insisting -what about you? is everything alright? you weren’t in the kitchen when i arrived, that rarely happens-
-you are pretty fucking nosy, eh?- shinichiro barely smiled with the remark, he was getting seriously worried
after a couple of minutes in complete silence, master okamoto gathered himself and started to talk
-what are you studying? middle school?- shinichiro nodded. with that question, he opened the topic
-well, i was a bit older than you. it was my last year of high school and i was about to get into college. see, i used to have this teacher i appreciated deeply, he knew how much i cherished the field of gastronomy, and he was an amazing person, so he handed me some school forms abroad that could open my horizons and would be helpful to achieve the career that i wanted, you know? he helped me a lot. i also had the support of the love of my life, her name was yua muraka- the eyes of the man brightened with the single mention of his past lover. saying her name almost in a whisper, staring at nothingness. hoping that by mentioning her, she would appear in front of him with her arms open. thing that he has been waiting for decades, foolishly
-she used to be my girlfriend at that time, my whole universe, and she was happy with the idea of me leaving to accomplish my dream. but i’ve never been a selfish guy, and i wanted her to come with me, to accomplish all of that with me. so, i opened this small shop to raise some money to be able to take her in my journey, and make it one for both- shinichiro remained silent, carefully listening. the funny man he knew and cherished, was now crouched, small and tarnished
-the thing is that, her father hated me, son. he saw me as a punk, a good for nothing. i used to get into fights with your grandpa too, and i wanted to be a chef while he was a doctor. but i couldn’t care less about that crap, she was part of my dream and i was willing to give everything for her-
-the dates were getting closer, school was ending, i bought the tickets, and every day i had more money for finally moving away together and provide her with the life she deserved. but when her father noticed all of this, he started to restrict my visits to her home, and he didn’t let yua out- with every word, kazo started to get more emotional. shinichiro could see the rage in his eyes and the impotence behind his memories
-of course we had our escapades, and let me tell you, those were the best moments of my life. but the little bubble we were living in exploded when he suddenly sent her away. one day he just dragged his daughter to a train far from here, menacing her with the most horrid things that i don’t even want to mention- master took a long drag of his cigarette and continued
-i never found out about his plan or the things he said to her because it was so sudden, in an instant she was just gone. i couldn’t do anything to stop him, i never knew anything about the constant abuse either cause yua kept it all to herself- in minutes, the air turned heavy around them, dark, suffocating. as if the atmosphere absorbed the feelings that kazo’s words professed
-shinichiro, the train collapsed in an accident two hours after leaving the station, a day like this, more than 30 years ago. taking many lives, and ripping my love, my darling, away from me, forever- tears started to tumble from his wrinkled eyes, one by one, violently. the noises of the city turned into a heap of murmurs that made shinichiro’s mind enter a void of dizziness. it was awful, his juvenile heart fell to his feet and got burnt with the remainings of the cigarette that mr. okamoto’s trembling hands dropped, mindlessly
-i couldn’t even say goodbye to her, couldn’t even kiss her one last time- he added, stuttering, dragging his own words and choking with grief. shinichiro felt the urge of crying deep in his gut, but he swallowed it, not wanting to make his friend regret confessing him something so profound and distressing, so near to his core. he needed to remain strong for him
-a couple of months later, i encountered her mother on a random street, and realized that the woman was constantly being blackmailed by yua’s father, and that’s why she never defended her daughter. in that moment, she kneeled before me and asked for my forgiveness, confessing everything to me, all the things that i am telling you right now and how she really did wanted yua to live her life by my side, but that she was too afraid of what her husband was capable of doing- the old man started to gain his posture again, wiping his face. as he is used to doing, since that fateful date
-i never went to college after that and i closed the shop, sticking to the local jobs that miserable men stick to- it all made sense now
-years later i realized that yua probably wouldn’t like the way i was living, so i reopened the shop in her name and here i am, as you can see. ironical how they gave her such a beautiful appellation to edge her life to that extreme, with no love and no affection, huh?- a poisonous laugh escaped his mouth while he took out another cigarette of the tiny box and lightened in silence, shinichiro just remained staring, noting how the man next to him still wanted to cry, and how hardly he was retaining it
-i’m telling you this because you remind me of my younger self. i can sense the love you have for the girl you always tell me about with this tore eyes, that must have glossed the same way when i spoke about yua to someone else. i also suppose that you are concerned because you’re part of a gang and she is just a sweet girl, how you worry for her- the words echoed in every moment of doubt shinichiro recalled having about you, regret clouding his mind. kazo could read him so easily that he even felt embarrassed and disappointed with his own self. something snapped, he took a decision
-but please, shinichiro, don’t ever let her go okay? it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do and vice versa, none of that is relevant if you truly love her, so don’t ever let anything take her away from you. can you promise that to me, punk?- kazo was now clutching to shinichiro’s bloody shirt without even realizing, voice finally cracking with the last sentence, sobbing loudly, all over again. any trace of composure he tried so hard to keep, totally erased from the path they were on
a young shinichiro sano just hugged him, reciprocating all of those times kazo did the same to him as a kid. he opened his arms to let the old man release the huge load of his aching heart -i promise i will, i’m so sorry. i’m really, really sorry- he muttered to his ear, repeating the words almost inaudibly, like a prayer, while the night fell above them
shinichiro took the first drag of a cigarette that day

you were both on the bike again. the rain decreased while you were eating but it started pouring halfway to your house
-be more careful, you are going to get us killed- you exclaimed to the back of his neck, worried about many things, while shinichiro pedaled with all his might. it was actually pretty late, you should have arrived to your house 20 minutes ago and the storm you were caught in was not helping your nerves
-everything is going to be alright, babe. just hold tight- he said untroubled, as always. it was driving you insane
-that’s what i’m doing! and don’t call me babe!-
a couple of streets later, what was expected to happen
happened
you just remember the impact, but what really occurred was that the front wheel got stucked in a sewer hole that you couldn’t see because of the increasing amount of water on the ground, and both of you were catapulted to the pavement. now it’s a funny memory, but back then it wasn’t, and it ached insanely, mostly to shinichiro
he was weak in fights, for sure. but his reflexes were impeccable, using them to instinctly cover your body with his, scratching his whole face in the process and receiving the impact for both, almost breaking an arm for you, literally
while you just bruised your knees, he was still worried, as if the roles were inversed
-fuck! are you okay? are you hurt?- he quickly asked, coming closer to you, scared to death
-nothing serious, you don’t have to worry about it. what about yo- you said without looking at him, still trying to come to your senses. then you realized- oh my god, shin! you are bleeding. i‘m so sorry! i literally crushed you, and you hurted your whole face. p-please forgive me- you were so preoccupied, inspecting his injuries. but all he did was just smile, blood running over his brows and chin. the asshole entirely enjoying all the attention you were giving him at the moment
-i should be the one apologizing! i got us into this, i’m sorry y/n- he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. you weren’t even mad, the fright was still vivid on your skin
and then suddenly, you truly took a deep stare at his features, while the rain kept making a curtain between the two of you. there was no trace of gel from the morning and his wet hair was now fully down, covering his forehead, the water washing his wounds, his drenched white uniform shirt all dirty from the experiences of the day and his pants had an open scratch in the left knee
you didn’t even notice how close you were, sitting together on the corner of an empty alley he desperately took to arrive faster, just staring at each other in silence for a moment. you both cracked in laughter at the same time, the situation was absurd
even though you wouldn’t admit it or either show signs of, you really had great times with shinichiro sano
you like it when he stops to your classroom between breaks just to wish you a nice day, you like lying on the floor next to him at his house’s dojo when it’s summer to eat popsicles with keisuke and his siblings, and you also like the awful cheesy jokes he invents just to make you laugh. because you particularly know that under all those layers of nonsensical girl-crazy rambling lies the most amiable and boldest heart of all, a kind soul with a presence hard to miss
and you like that too
-you know, you look nice like this, without all that dumb gangster wannabe hairstyle, shin-
-did you just, admitted that i look nice?-
-oh god, of course you were going to focus only on that- you rolled your eyes, wishing to not have said anything at all
-i mean, is there anything else i should focus on? it’s an historical moment to me!-
-whatever, sano- you shook your head, chuckling. and he stared at you for the thousandth time today, blood pumping furiously all over his system. he could even feel it on his ears, like the sound a seashell makes when you put it close to you, but this time, amplified to a deafening point
taking a deep breath, he decided to try once again. he made a promise, after all
-y/n- you looked at him in the eyes, driving all your attention to him. he was shaking, he had done this many times with you and other girls before, twenty to be exact, but there’s something in the way you are staring at him right now that results mesmerizing, intimidating, but mesmerizing still. shit, he couldn’t take it anymore -you look pretty to me always. even now, in the most screwed up situation possible, i think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and i- he stopped, red as a beet. inhaling again, he continued -i like you a lot, you know? i’m p-pretty sure i’m in love with you- stuttering a little bit in that last sentence, but who wouldn’t?
-yes, i already know that, shinichiro. you’ve said it like a million times- you smiled softly, looking down at the puddle you were in
-you do?- he didn’t mean to sound so disappointed, but the ghost of what it looked like his twenty first consecutive rejection started to pester him and it was impossible not to, or that’s what he thought
-yeah-
-g-great, cause i will keep saying it until the day i achieve the billion times ‘cause you are my girl-
-i’m not your girl- you furrowed your eyebrows -at least not yet-
-but you will! wait, what?- he was so dumb, you smiled
-just shut up-
without thinking it any further, you pressed your lips against his. the kiss was sloppy, rainy and embarrassing. but to shinichiro was more like ‘’the long-awaited arrival of divine glory’’, that’s exactly how he described it to his little brother when he got home
the silence and the shout, the euphoria and the lull, his insides felt like exploding, the floor was spinning
and you were, in that instant you really were his girl, no turning back. and you kinda enjoyed it
with that kiss you decided to let your feelings grow, and maybe, in a remote future, you would give him your heart to hold for eternity
thing that actually happened faster than what you expected

back to the present, you were both in the same situation, something like an induced déjà vu
a pair of lovers riding an old and too small bike on their way to yua ramen house under the rain. both with 23 years old now, but sharing the same feelings in the same two beating hearts
you started to go eat to yua ramen house together frequently after that first time, but master kazo got sick a few years later, so he had to stop working for a while and decided to leave the country for a break. he came back a couple of years ago, but you have not visited him until now, so it’s been quite a bit since you’ve seen each other
when you arrived, you couldn’t help to feel nostalgic
-sano boy, it’s that you?- his figure was more hunched than before, hair whiter and the wrinkles above his eyes and forehead were more prominent, but despite the changes that the passing of life produces, he was the same funny man you once met
-nice to see you master, how’s the business going?- shinichiro felt so many things in that moment. he was no middle schooler anymore, he left the gang medium a while ago, his siblings were older, and you were still by his side. he has grown, but sometimes, he forgets about that
-as always, punk. it’s really nice to have you here after all this years- you stepped behind your boyfriend
-hello sir, it’s been a while indeed- the old man laughed joyful, taken by surprise
-i can’t believe what i’m seeing, the same two dumb kids that came in making a mess in my shop once, doing it all over again. right y/n?-
-that’s us- you laughed, reminiscing -i’m so glad to finally see you again, master-
-the pleasure it’s all mine, it makes me so happy to have my two best clients here with me-
-we missed you, kazo- shinichiro added, coming closer to give the man a hug, you followed after
-i missed you too- he smiled -but for the love of god, go get a damn towel, son! and search carefully this time!- shinichiro went out, laughing. you viewed the scene amused and moments later, your eyes drifted to yua’s picture on the wall, you felt your soul clench, wondering if master kazo would still answer the same way. of course he would you thought, eternal is eternal
this time, shinichiro did find the towels. and you both cleaned the mess of water sputtering around, waiting for the cook to finish your meals while you chatted, catching up on your lives
-so you really are together since then, huh? i’m proud of you, lover boy-
-i told you i was going to marry her one day, didn’t i?-
-oh! did you guys already?- kazo instantly turned around, almost dropping the pan he was using
-i’m still working on it, but i’ll make sure you get the invitation soon- you suppressed a squeal. you haven’t spoken about this yet, how dare he just throw it out so suddenly?
-wha- you couldn’t even finish
-i’ll be patiently waiting then! nothing would make me happier- mr. okamoto interrupted you, leaving your head blank, as they always managed to
both creeps: 3 – you: 0 you’re out!
the food orders were the same, and with the first taste you took, you travelled ten years in the past. memory is such a graceful thing
kazo sent a glance at the both of you while you were eating, and he couldn’t help his eyes from watering
he saw the same slicked back dark haired kid with wet uniform covered in dirt, sitting with a lovely girl at his side, hair shorter than now and clothes just as messed as the boy’s ones, but the same smile that once brightened her features still present, dedicated just to him and his silly comments
-are you watching this, yua? we used to love like this- kazo mentally talked with the picture on the wall, looking tenderly at it. he didn’t get an answer, but he didn’t need to, he was certain
your relationship was like this since the beginning, unchanging. always coinciding in a world where only you and him existed, surrendering to each other’s feelings many times over. relieving significant moments of your intertwined lives, and at the same time, creating new ones with each arrival of a new day. discovering together a hundred and one different ways to fall more in love,
if possible



—many times over—
shinichiro sano x reader
mostly fluff, some angsty parts in between. i was grieving for draken while writing, so yeah, that's were the inspiration for the sad things come from.
this maintains a discreet connection with my last post, making some subtle mentions of it. so, in case you would like to read it, it's here. i would appreciate it immensely
wc: 6.6k (sorry, i got a bit carried away)
a/n: this is my love letter to shinichiro, i put my heart and soul into this story, so i really hope you all enjoy it and don't get much confused with all the time jumps. i also would like to add that guys, seriously, just love whoever you want and don't ever give up what you desire, okay? don't be like yua's father and just let people be happy (you will understand after reading). life is short, and we stupidly think we have time, but we actually don't. be always joyful and hold onto your dreams with both hands. to anyone who is reading this, good luck! go and confess already or just fulfill that one thing you want the most, i believe in you
reblogs, likes and comments are deeply appreciated. please ignore any spelling mistakes, the constant editing and the awful glitching
yua — "primarily a female name of japanese origin that means love, affection"

eyes slowly opening. 9:11 a.m.
a couple of minutes after waking up, the cloudburst was captured by your senses
you’ve spent the night with shinichiro after he mentioned that today, he was not going to work at the shop and you were mostly free from your duties. so now, you found yourself laying by his side, head on his bare chest while one of his arms was keeping your body close, null distance
sadly, the comforting position didn’t last long. you decided to get up from his clasp to take a look outside, reaching the sliding door from his bedroom that lead to the backyard of the sano’s residence, leaving it open to allow the humid mist of the rain caress your skin, not forgetting to carefully make sure that the bed was far enough from you, so it wouldn’t bother shinichiro. all of this because, when the green of the plants that lie in the garden, moves slightly to the weak blows the water causes when dropping, it relaxes you
appreciating the view, you instantly recognized an old bike drowning on the ground next to some old motorcycle parts, causing a few giggles to escape from your lips
moments after, your boyfriend rolled in bed and felt your absence, making him sluggishly start to wake up too, huffing. he thought you had agreed to stay the ‘’whole day’’ in bed to be lazy together and here you were, up at nine in the morning
when his eyes adjusted better to the dim light the surroundings provided, he saw you standing against the doorframe, looking at the rain outside and laughing softly, in nothing more than black panties and one of his plain white shirts barely covering your thighs. how could he be mad at you for leaving his side when you looked like that? it wasn’t fair
he felt in heaven, he couldn’t describe it any other way. you were his angel, his day and night, his girl
he knew from way back that you loved watching the raindrops fall, and with the passing of years, he came to discover that he loved watching you
-good morning baby, what you doin' over there? what’s so funny?- he stretched out fully awake and placed his arms at the back of his head, getting into a more comfortable position to admire you better
-crap, did i wake you up?- you quickly turned around to look at him, startled by the sudden sound of his voice
-not really. i was missing you in my sleep, so i stopped doing it- he fake pouted and you rolled your eyes, he really beats himself every morning with stuff like this, it never ceases to amaze you
-you are ridiculous- you said and he smiled without saying anything else, waiting for your response
-so?-
-i was just thinking about that one time we ditched a whole day of classes to go for ramen with master kazo, when we were in middle school. the bike outside, it’s the same one, right?-
even if you tried, you couldn’t remember the exact date. you were both young and pretty much dumb, hungry and immensely bored. it just happened
-yeah. you mean our first date?- he asked biting off a smirk
-that wasn’t our first date, shinichiro. it was just one time we hanged out, we were still friends- you crossed your arms in your chest, protesting. he always teases you like this
-what do you mean friends? i already confessed to you like five times and i think i did it again that day- he said, sitting up
-with that one last confession, they were actually eleven-
-you counted them?- his voice sounded so offended that you couldn’t help but laugh in his face
-you didn’t?-
he laughed with you, a blush creeping his neck and cheeks. still the same dork
-that’s so fucking embarrassing- he rubbed his eyes, cringing
you left the door and walked towards him, standing next to his shirtless sitting figure at the corner of the bed, one of your knees on the mattress and both arms around his neck, fidgeting with his morning hair
-it is- you chuckled, gazing at him
-whatever, you were so whipped for me back then that you even kissed me at the end, how about that, hm?- he placed his arms around the back of your bare thighs, stroking them sweetly
-shut up, i just accepted the invitation because you pestered me so much and it really was a boring class. and the kiss was because you got all bruised for me and i felt bad about it- you frowned and looked away, now feigning annoyance
-that’s such an awful lie- he mentioned narrowing his eyes, making you laugh and give up
-yeah, it kinda is- you admitted
he smiled and stared at you for a couple of seconds in comfortable silence, as if he were thinking about something, an idea enlightening his mind
-would you like to try it again?-
-what?- you perfectly knew what he meant, the question simply slipped from your lips. did he really just came up with that?
-it’s raining, kazo surprisingly still makes ramen and i’m still in love with you. how about we take that same date right now? what could possibly go wrong?- yes he did, and you? you were a speechless, blushing mess trying to play it cool
-accidents, shinichiro? that could go wrong, and i don’t want us to die because of your damn motorcycle- who were you trying to fool? you actually loved the idea. but you were worried, you weren’t irresponsible kids anymore
-that won’t happen cause we are going to use the good old bike and take the alleyways, not the busy streets. just like that one time-
-but does it still work? seems pretty worn out, w-what if we crash again, shin?- you asked. excitement slowly starting to creep in the deepest parts of your being
-well, the story will repeat itself. quite tempting don’t you think, love? the bike is fine i promise, i’ll just wash it up- he proposed you, with that fatal closed eyed childish grin
yeah, of course you ended up agreeing

heavy drops tapped against the window that was next to your seat, humming a soft tune that kept you distracted, you were feeling sleepy
physics class. second period. 8:39 a.m. newton's laws of motion
your professor was explaining the theories and you took some notes, or whatsoever. it was raining, and the vibes in schools change entirely when the skies fall above carefree teenagers. no one gives a shit about subjects or activities for the rest of the day, and you were no exception
not even noticing when the teacher left the classroom. you put all your things away, waiting for the next class to start while you kept yourself in your chair, watching the clouds. enjoying the quietness and the water tumbling at your side. this climate always engulfs you in a particular peace that is rather difficult to explain, so each time, you decide to just dissolve within it. and you totally love it. that’s why, when some of your friends gathered around you and mentioned something about going out, you simply decided to keep yourself on the same spot, alone
‘’inertia. the first law states that if a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force’’
in fact, you were the resting object, and shinchiro sano was the force that acted on you
-yo! y/n!- just like that, all the tranquility disappeared in mere seconds. as a loud thunderstruck in the dead of night, he entered your classroom, tripping, coming close to you with his unkempt uniform and that stupid greasy hairstyle
-so, how you been?- he stood next to your sitting self, hands on his pockets, serenely, as if he didn’t almost knock down an entire desk with his disastrous entry
-stop with that, shinichiro, we greeted at the gateway. what do you want?-
-would you like to go out with me? like, right now?- huh?
-no-
-cool, we are taking my bike. i know a perfect place we could-
-i literally said no, sano-
-i know, i heard you. but i’m not giving up that easy- you raised a brow and glared at him, unfazed
-our next class starts in like 10 minutes, what do you mean now?- he gulped and continued
-look, it’s raining. teachers are basically hidden, it’s going to be a free day for all of us. so you shouldn’t be here all by yourself, you need to go out and enjoy it you know?-
-i have my own ways to enjoy the rain, thank you-
-by just staring at it? come on, i can see you like that a lot but, please? i bet you are so bored that you don’t even have a nice excuse to give. and you’ve already said no so many times to me so please, please, let me take you out today- he was begging at this point, you almost made fun of him
-this is not the first time we hang around, shin. you invite me to your house very often, you are overreacting. by the way, what makes you think i’m bored?-
-yeah, but this is going to be a different occasion, i can feel it. and to answer your question, everyone is bored after physics class- hold on a second
-did you check my schedule?-
-of course i did! i memorized it, now come on- he grabbed your hand and made you stand up abruptly, taking with him your bag and placing it on one of his shoulders while he held his own with the other
-w-wait! are we are not coming back to take the other classes?!- he was basically dragging you. walking real fast through the school hallways, carefully avoiding to stumble with any teacher that could recognize you
-i don’t think so, y/n. this day is going to be for us only, okay?- he looked back at you, grinning, and your heart tingled
he made it look as the easiest thing ever and you gave in, squeezing his hand back. a little fun couldn’t hurt, right? well…
you had to act quickly to catch the only chance to actually escape classes without getting terribly penalized. the guard on the entrance gate took a 7 minute break to go for a coffee at the school’s office every day at the same hour, so the plan needed to be executed in that certain amount of time
step 1. wait for the entrance to be alone, step 2. be sure to not forget your bags and hold them firmly, step 3. jump the gate, step 4. take the bike out of the secured deposit at the front of the building in the shortest amount of time possible, step 5. run for your lives
the rest is history
a triumphant scream resonated against empty, watery streets, far enough from your shared middle school. shinichiro was speeding with his bike while you were taking a seat behind him, holding tightly to his waist with a huge smile on your face. you made it out neatly, on a path worthy of an olympic medal, and the adrenaline was just washing over your bodies, leaving you with pure bliss. both damped from the rain pouring over yourselves, not minding it at all
in that moment, it was only you and him in the world
-i can’t believe we made it, you good there, pretty?- your cheeks heated with the nickname, the rush surely boosted his confidence
-y-yeah, i think so- you laughed, a bit shy. hugging him closer and placing you head in his wet back. the gesture made his heart beat so roughly against his ribcage that he silently prayed to all the gods and deities he could think about for you to not notice
-but if you get me in trouble, i’ll stab you- you continued
-i would die happily knowing that it was on your hands-
-you are so stupid, shinichiro- he giggled
after a couple of more jokes and some time going around the city, watching together how the houses disappeared in an endless fog, you both started to get hungry, and he decided to visit the most reliable and special place to eat in town
yua ramen house
the owner is a man named kazori okamoto, mostly known as ‘’master kazo’’ for his amazing cooking skills and because he simply enjoys the nickname. he is a funny man and a very important person for the sano family, even to this day. he met grandpa sano in their early teenage years and the friendship still remains alive. he used to dream with being an elite chef, but certain circumstances he had to go through leaded him to abandon his desires. despite all, he claims that he is happy with what he has right now. ‘’life goes on, regardless’’ is one of his known personal quotes and little manjiro´s favorite, for some strange reason
so the fact that shinichiro decided to introduce you to him that day, definitely meant something else
-master! ‘you there?- shinichiro stepped in as if the establishment was his living room and you followed closely behind, taking a glance at everything. it was a tiny place, but very welcoming and warm
quite the opposite to how you felt, drenching in your school uniform
-sano boy! what the hell are you doing out with weather like this and- he looked directly at you. and you smiled, bowing to greet the old man
-nice to meet you sir, you both seem to be really close- you added, sheepishly -my name is y/n-
-of course you are!- he said getting closer to you and mockingly punching shinichiro in the arm, the poor thing almost flies from the ground. he had a nice smile, you noted -it’s my pleasure, sweetheart. i’ve been dying to finally meet you- oh, now that was new
-really?-
-i swear this brat never shuts up when it comes to you, even if i’ve never seen your face before, i could know it was you from all the things he has said to me- shinichiro coughed loudly, completely exposed
-y-yeah well, that’s because she will be my wife someday, sir. i’m trying my best- what the hell was he even saying
-you better, lover boy- kazo mentioned, with the biggest and cheekiest grin you've ever seen
you opened your mouth to answer to the revelation, embarrassed to the most, but master beat you to it
-so, what would you like? what can i do for you?- intentionally changing the subject to avoid any kind of denial from you
both creeps: 1 – you: 0
-u-um, what do you recommend?- you asked still a little shooked and flustered, looking at the menu
-i can surprise you if you let me, just give me the approbation that you don’t dislike any ingredient that you see and i will prepare a random dish for you, deal?-
-okay, deal. thank you so much, sir-
-no problem- he said, starting to roam around the kitchen in front of you, hardly trying to ignore the pool of water you were both making in his recently moped, squeaky clean, floor. one of his eyes twitching
-i would like some- shinichiro started
-yeah, yeah. i know what you always eat kid, so for now, how about you go to the back and look for a fucking mop to wipe the mess you made, you already know where it is. i can bet both of my legs that this was your idea-
-she is into this too!-
-then get her a towel you rat! here, the keys to the shed- kazo threw them his way and you sticked your tongue out to shinichiro while he disappeared to the back of the restaurant
-oh! how rude, i didn’t introduce myself. i’m kazori okamoto, but you can call me master kazo- you nodded and accepted the hand he was offering, containing your laughter, he was just like grandpa sano. all kindness to you and disinheriting shinichiro at the second
-then thank you, master. nice to meet you again and sorry for the disaster we brought- he accepted the apology and smiled back at you, turning to resume what he was previously doing, while you were sitting in one of the bar stools. the shop was empty, obviously, who in their right mind would go out to eat with a storm like this? exactly, only shinichiro sano would
you decided to take another look around, eyes wandering over the place now more carefully, while the old man was working on the food. a picture on one of the walls catched your attention, it was the portrait of a gorgeous woman, she was standing against a bridge that seemed to be somewhere in tokyo, in a red summer dress and an immense loving smile adorning her face, directed to the person behind the camera. it seemed old, a captured memory from a distant past
-master, can i ask you something?- you called him, curiosity winning over you
-yes?-
-who is the pretty lady of the picture?- you thought he didn’t hear you at first because there was a moment of silence, but turns out that he just hesitated
-my eternal muse- his voice faltered, revealing an intimate part of his soul so effortlessly to you. the tremendous sorrow in his expression was evident, but in those words, it also remained the tender affection of a heart whose love will never decline, a perpetual vow
and because of that, you didn’t feel like making any more questions
shinichiro came back, claimed he couldn’t find any towels, kazo called him useless, he moped horribly the floor, and then finally, you proceeded to eat. master prepared the most delicious and exotic shoyu ramen you ever had and some tonkotsu ramen for shinichiro, with an ice cold cola to the side, his favorite, it could never miss
kazo spoke with the heart open in his words, reminiscing hilarious experiences of his youngster era to entertain you while you finished. you were fixated in the way he seemed to relive those moments for an instant, but shinichiro was looking at you, inevitably. your laughing figure, those pretty lips and those pretty eyes shining in delight. if only you could imagine how much he liked you
the hours slid through your fingers like silk, between the anecdotes of an old man and the secret glances of an enamored teenage boy. proving that what they say it’s true, when you have nice company, time surely flies. but school hours ended, and you had little to no time to go back to your house before your parents suspected anything
-thank you so much for the food master, i really had a lovely time- you started
-no, no. thank you both for keeping me company, the place was alone until you showed up. you could have it all for yourselves, how lucky-
-it’s because today is a special day- shinichiro added smiling, referring to what he said to convince you earlier. putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, while you blushed
-how come?- the old man asked
-it’s a secret- shinichiro grinned
-oh, i see- kazo winked an eye to him and you couldn’t be more puzzled, deciding to remain quiet
both creeps: 2 – you: 0
-we’ll be leaving now kazo. thank you very much, again- shinichiro payed, not taking any objections from you, and you agreed with his words once again, nodding and smiling at him
-you are welcome anytime, be sure to visit often, okay? bring your siblings and that old fucker of your grandpa that hasn’t stopped in a while too, alright? take care and be good, always-
shinichiro hugged him and you felt the urge to do it after, he just smiled weakly
you gathered your stuff and stepped out, while shinichiro stood inside for a second, master kazo calling him to say one last thing
you never knew what he meant with the words ‘’don’t forget our promise, son’’ but shinichiro surely did

a couple of weeks before that day, kazo sat down with shinichiro outside his store after the boy came back bruised from a fight. the sun was setting and he didn’t want to arrive home yet, so he found shelter with his most confident partner
master was smoking at the front, looking somewhat down, sad, he wasn’t his usual self at the moment and shinichiro noticed it
-are you okay, sir?- he approached him, almost timidly. like an infant, innocent and fearful
-i should be the one asking you that, punk. how’s the eye?- it actually hurt, a lot. he got beat up a couple of hours ago and it was finally getting to him, but he didn’t mind it at the moment, though. he decided to ignore his pain to focus on his friend. shinichiro has always been like this, always selfless about himself and always the most caring about the others, a gentle spirit by nature, destined to be a leader, to be great
-still works i guess, i’ve had much worse- the boy just shrugged, insisting -what about you? is everything alright? you weren’t in the kitchen when i arrived, that rarely happens-
-you are pretty fucking nosy, eh?- shinichiro barely smiled with the remark, he was getting seriously worried
after a couple of minutes in complete silence, master okamoto gathered himself and started to talk
-what are you studying? middle school?- shinichiro nodded. with that question, he opened the topic
-well, i was a bit older than you. it was my last year of high school and i was about to get into college. see, i used to have this teacher i appreciated deeply, he knew how much i cherished the field of gastronomy, and he was an amazing person, so he handed me some school forms abroad that could open my horizons and would be helpful to achieve the career that i wanted, you know? he helped me a lot. i also had the support of the love of my life, her name was yua muraka- the eyes of the man brightened with the single mention of his past lover. saying her name almost in a whisper, staring at nothingness. hoping that by mentioning her, she would appear in front of him with her arms open. thing that he has been waiting for decades, foolishly
-she used to be my girlfriend at that time, my whole universe, and she was happy with the idea of me leaving to accomplish my dream. but i’ve never been a selfish guy, and i wanted her to come with me, to accomplish all of that with me. so, i opened this small shop to raise some money to be able to take her in my journey, and make it one for both- shinichiro remained silent, carefully listening. the funny man he knew and cherished, was now crouched, small and tarnished
-the thing is that, her father hated me, son. he saw me as a punk, a good for nothing. i used to get into fights with your grandpa too, and i wanted to be a chef while he was a doctor. but i couldn’t care less about that crap, she was part of my dream and i was willing to give everything for her-
-the dates were getting closer, school was ending, i bought the tickets, and every day i had more money for finally moving away together and provide her with the life she deserved. but when her father noticed all of this, he started to restrict my visits to her home, and he didn’t let yua out- with every word, kazo started to get more emotional. shinichiro could see the rage in his eyes and the impotence behind his memories
-of course we had our escapades, and let me tell you, those were the best moments of my life. but the little bubble we were living in exploded when he suddenly sent her away. one day he just dragged his daughter to a train far from here, menacing her with the most horrid things that i don’t even want to mention- master took a long drag of his cigarette and continued
-i never found out about his plan or the things he said to her because it was so sudden, in an instant she was just gone. i couldn’t do anything to stop him, i never knew anything about the constant abuse either cause yua kept it all to herself- in minutes, the air turned heavy around them, dark, suffocating. as if the atmosphere absorbed the feelings that kazo’s words professed
-shinichiro, the train collapsed in an accident two hours after leaving the station, a day like this, more than 30 years ago. taking many lives, and ripping my love, my darling, away from me, forever- tears started to tumble from his wrinkled eyes, one by one, violently. the noises of the city turned into a heap of murmurs that made shinichiro’s mind enter a void of dizziness. it was awful, his juvenile heart fell to his feet and got burnt with the remainings of the cigarette that mr. okamoto’s trembling hands dropped, mindlessly
-i couldn’t even say goodbye to her, couldn’t even kiss her one last time- he added, stuttering, dragging his own words and choking with grief. shinichiro felt the urge of crying deep in his gut, but he swallowed it, not wanting to make his friend regret confessing him something so profound and distressing, so near to his core. he needed to remain strong for him
-a couple of months later, i encountered her mother on a random street, and realized that the woman was constantly being blackmailed by yua’s father, and that’s why she never defended her daughter. in that moment, she kneeled before me and asked for my forgiveness, confessing everything to me, all the things that i am telling you right now and how she really did wanted yua to live her life by my side, but that she was too afraid of what her husband was capable of doing- the old man started to gain his posture again, wiping his face. as he is used to doing, since that fateful date
-i never went to college after that and i closed the shop, sticking to the local jobs that miserable men stick to- it all made sense now
-years later i realized that yua probably wouldn’t like the way i was living, so i reopened the shop in her name and here i am, as you can see. ironical how they gave her such a beautiful appellation to edge her life to that extreme, with no love and no affection, huh?- a poisonous laugh escaped his mouth while he took out another cigarette of the tiny box and lightened in silence, shinichiro just remained staring, noting how the man next to him still wanted to cry, and how hardly he was retaining it
-i’m telling you this because you remind me of my younger self. i can sense the love you have for the girl you always tell me about with this tore eyes, that must have glossed the same way when i spoke about yua to someone else. i also suppose that you are concerned because you’re part of a gang and she is just a sweet girl, how you worry for her- the words echoed in every moment of doubt shinichiro recalled having about you, regret clouding his mind. kazo could read him so easily that he even felt embarrassed and disappointed with his own self. something snapped, he took a decision
-but please, shinichiro, don’t ever let her go okay? it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do and vice versa, none of that is relevant if you truly love her, so don’t ever let anything take her away from you. can you promise that to me, punk?- kazo was now clutching to shinichiro’s bloody shirt without even realizing, voice finally cracking with the last sentence, sobbing loudly, all over again. any trace of composure he tried so hard to keep, totally erased from the path they were on
a young shinichiro sano just hugged him, reciprocating all of those times kazo did the same to him as a kid. he opened his arms to let the old man release the huge load of his aching heart -i promise i will, i’m so sorry. i’m really, really sorry- he muttered to his ear, repeating the words almost inaudibly, like a prayer, while the night fell above them
shinichiro took the first drag of a cigarette that day

you were both on the bike again. the rain decreased while you were eating but it started pouring halfway to your house
-be more careful, you are going to get us killed- you exclaimed to the back of his neck, worried about many things, while shinichiro pedaled with all his might. it was actually pretty late, you should have arrived to your house 20 minutes ago and the storm you were caught in was not helping your nerves
-everything is going to be alright, babe. just hold tight- he said untroubled, as always. it was driving you insane
-that’s what i’m doing! and don’t call me babe!-
a couple of streets later, what was expected to happen
happened
you just remember the impact, but what really occurred was that the front wheel got stucked in a sewer hole that you couldn’t see because of the increasing amount of water on the ground, and both of you were catapulted to the pavement. now it’s a funny memory, but back then it wasn’t, and it ached insanely, mostly to shinichiro
he was weak in fights, for sure. but his reflexes were impeccable, using them to instinctly cover your body with his, scratching his whole face in the process and receiving the impact for both, almost breaking an arm for you, literally
while you just bruised your knees, he was still worried, as if the roles were inversed
-fuck! are you okay? are you hurt?- he quickly asked, coming closer to you, scared to death
-nothing serious, you don’t have to worry about it. what about yo- you said without looking at him, still trying to come to your senses. then you realized- oh my god, shin! you are bleeding. i‘m so sorry! i literally crushed you, and you hurted your whole face. p-please forgive me- you were so preoccupied, inspecting his injuries. but all he did was just smile, blood running over his brows and chin. the asshole entirely enjoying all the attention you were giving him at the moment
-i should be the one apologizing! i got us into this, i’m sorry y/n- he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. you weren’t even mad, the fright was still vivid on your skin
and then suddenly, you truly took a deep stare at his features, while the rain kept making a curtain between the two of you. there was no trace of gel from the morning and his wet hair was now fully down, covering his forehead, the water washing his wounds, his drenched white uniform shirt all dirty from the experiences of the day and his pants had an open scratch in the left knee
you didn’t even notice how close you were, sitting together on the corner of an empty alley he desperately took to arrive faster, just staring at each other in silence for a moment. you both cracked in laughter at the same time, the situation was absurd
even though you wouldn’t admit it or either show signs of, you really had great times with shinichiro sano
you like it when he stops to your classroom between breaks just to wish you a nice day, you like lying on the floor next to him at his house’s dojo when it’s summer to eat popsicles with keisuke and his siblings, and you also like the awful cheesy jokes he invents just to make you laugh. because you particularly know that under all those layers of nonsensical girl-crazy rambling lies the most amiable and boldest heart of all, a kind soul with a presence hard to miss
and you like that too
-you know, you look nice like this, without all that dumb gangster wannabe hairstyle, shin-
-did you just, admitted that i look nice?-
-oh god, of course you were going to focus only on that- you rolled your eyes, wishing to not have said anything at all
-i mean, is there anything else i should focus on? it’s an historical moment to me!-
-whatever, sano- you shook your head, chuckling. and he stared at you for the thousandth time today, blood pumping furiously all over his system. he could even feel it on his ears, like the sound a seashell makes when you put it close to you, but this time, amplified to a deafening point
taking a deep breath, he decided to try once again. he made a promise, after all
-y/n- you looked at him in the eyes, driving all your attention to him. he was shaking, he had done this many times with you and other girls before, twenty to be exact, but there’s something in the way you are staring at him right now that results mesmerizing, intimidating, but mesmerizing still. shit, he couldn’t take it anymore -you look pretty to me always. even now, in the most screwed up situation possible, i think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and i- he stopped, red as a beet. inhaling again, he continued -i like you a lot, you know? i’m p-pretty sure i’m in love with you- stuttering a little bit in that last sentence, but who wouldn’t?
-yes, i already know that, shinichiro. you’ve said it like a million times- you smiled softly, looking down at the puddle you were in
-you do?- he didn’t mean to sound so disappointed, but the ghost of what it looked like his twenty first consecutive rejection started to pester him and it was impossible not to, or that’s what he thought
-yeah-
-g-great, cause i will keep saying it until the day i achieve the billion times ‘cause you are my girl-
-i’m not your girl- you furrowed your eyebrows -at least not yet-
-but you will! wait, what?- he was so dumb, you smiled
-just shut up-
without thinking it any further, you pressed your lips against his. the kiss was sloppy, rainy and embarrassing. but to shinichiro was more like ‘’the long-awaited arrival of divine glory’’, that’s exactly how he described it to his little brother when he got home
the silence and the shout, the euphoria and the lull, his insides felt like exploding, the floor was spinning
and you were, in that instant you really were his girl, no turning back. and you kinda enjoyed it
with that kiss you decided to let your feelings grow, and maybe, in a remote future, you would give him your heart to hold for eternity
thing that actually happened faster than what you expected

back to the present, you were both in the same situation, something like an induced déjà vu
a pair of lovers riding an old and too small bike on their way to yua ramen house under the rain. both with 23 years old now, but sharing the same feelings in the same two beating hearts
you started to go eat to yua ramen house together frequently after that first time, but master kazo got sick a few years later, so he had to stop working for a while and decided to leave the country for a break. he came back a couple of years ago, but you have not visited him until now, so it’s been quite a bit since you’ve seen each other
when you arrived, you couldn’t help to feel nostalgic
-sano boy, it’s that you?- his figure was more hunched than before, hair whiter and the wrinkles above his eyes and forehead were more prominent, but despite the changes that the passing of life produces, he was the same funny man you once met
-nice to see you master, how’s the business going?- shinichiro felt so many things in that moment. he was no middle schooler anymore, he left the gang medium a while ago, his siblings were older, and you were still by his side. he has grown, but sometimes, he forgets about that
-as always, punk. it’s really nice to have you here after all this years- you stepped behind your boyfriend
-hello sir, it’s been a while indeed- the old man laughed joyful, taken by surprise
-i can’t believe what i’m seeing, the same two dumb kids that came in making a mess in my shop once, doing it all over again. right y/n?-
-that’s us- you laughed, reminiscing -i’m so glad to finally see you again, master-
-the pleasure it’s all mine, it makes me so happy to have my two best clients here with me-
-we missed you, kazo- shinichiro added, coming closer to give the man a hug, you followed after
-i missed you too- he smiled -but for the love of god, go get a damn towel, son! and search carefully this time!- shinichiro went out, laughing. you viewed the scene amused and moments later, your eyes drifted to yua’s picture on the wall, you felt your soul clench, wondering if master kazo would still answer the same way. of course he would you thought, eternal is eternal
this time, shinichiro did find the towels. and you both cleaned the mess of water sputtering around, waiting for the cook to finish your meals while you chatted, catching up on your lives
-so you really are together since then, huh? i’m proud of you, lover boy-
-i told you i was going to marry her one day, didn’t i?-
-oh! did you guys already?- kazo instantly turned around, almost dropping the pan he was using
-i’m still working on it, but i’ll make sure you get the invitation soon- you suppressed a squeal. you haven’t spoken about this yet, how dare he just throw it out so suddenly?
-wha- you couldn’t even finish
-i’ll be patiently waiting then! nothing would make me happier- mr. okamoto interrupted you, leaving your head blank, as they always managed to
both creeps: 3 – you: 0 you’re out!
the food orders were the same, and with the first taste you took, you travelled ten years in the past. memory is such a graceful thing
kazo sent a glance at the both of you while you were eating, and he couldn’t help his eyes from watering
he saw the same slicked back dark haired kid with wet uniform covered in dirt, sitting with a lovely girl at his side, hair shorter than now and clothes just as messed as the boy’s ones, but the same smile that once brightened her features still present, dedicated just to him and his silly comments
-are you watching this, yua? we used to love like this- kazo mentally talked with the picture on the wall, looking tenderly at it. he didn’t get an answer, but he didn’t need to, he was certain
your relationship was like this since the beginning, unchanging. always coinciding in a world where only you and him existed, surrendering to each other’s feelings many times over. relieving significant moments of your intertwined lives, and at the same time, creating new ones with each arrival of a new day. discovering together a hundred and one different ways to fall more in love,
if possible
I LOVED THISSSSSS AAAAAA
guys just read this, i guarantee it's going to heal y'all dark souls
the way i can literally picture this asshole going kaboom💀kachaw💀 kskdksksk he so stupid i love him to pieces i want to cry
C. MATSUNO﹕୨ʚĭɞ୧﹕LAME DELINQUENT

“remember that i’ll wait for you, and will always be here to look after you, chifuyu.”
chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader.
in which chifuyu seeks your comfort while you treat his wounds from a fight he was in earlier. bonus scenario included. 1.6k words
themes. literal fluff and COMFORT. crack.
soundtrack. what once was!her’s
tagging. @mqnjiro @notsocoolnana as my hypeman <3
notes . . . finished this 2 weeks ago but at that time i haven't write the bonus scenario yet. hope you enjoy with this comfort cliche chifuyu fic i made :)

being one’s delinquent girlfriend was a challenging thing to do. at the very least, it was for you—chifuyu matsuno’s much-loved girlfriend.
dating a delinquent doesn't guarantee you'll be excellent at fighting anyhow, so 'challenging' doesn't entail you have to join him if he gets into a fight.
it’s actually the opposite of it.
'challenging' it's when you just have to meet him at your front door every time, and chifuyu has to greet you with the largest sheepish smile you've ever seen. when it comes to his condition, he pretends as though he is not guilty that they are covered in huge wounds, that his lips are bleeding from cuts, or that there is a dark purple bruise under his eye. he can't help himself; he can't help but laugh at you, as much as he doesn't want to. your reaction to it, no matter when gets him.
your boyfriend has a knack for steering the subject as if you aren't plainly concerned about his current situation. while strolling around your room like he was looking for something (although he wasn't, he simply wants to escape the impending scolding), he says, "oh it's nothing." it's nothing your ass, then why did you come to me in the first place if it's not about treating to your wounds—you wondered in the back of your mind.
woah! i didn’t remember this shoujo manga before here. is this new to your collection?
please chifuyu, just sit down and let me—
babe, isn’t this the standee you were talking about a few days ago?
oh my god chifuyu, please.
it'll take a good amount of time to shut him up and simply follow your order to sit on your bed. his hands formed a straight line in the opposite of his face, imagining like he was being detained by the police, he would respond alright, alright repeatedly as he gently sat on the bed.
chifuyu pondered for a while, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing at the time. however, the boy will get up again and begin to trail you around the room. he kept an eye on you as you turned to face him.
'fuyu, why are you following me around? didn’t i tell you to sit so i can take after your wounds?
what are you doing?
chifuyu acts nonchalant about your words and the fact that you're going through your medical supplies to care for him. he hasn't let down his guard in the last 15 minutes since arriving here and still kept trying to divert your attention about him, but who wouldn't notice when your partner was battered half to death by someone else?
you had had enough of his antics, so you weren't shocked. although the tough attitude isn't necessary when you know perfectly well that the boy came to you for help with his fresh wounds, it still rubs on your nerves.
once he settled in with the situation—letting his guard down—he would be seemingly quiet. silence loomed over the both of you before you dared to speak something in front of him pertaining to his current affliction.
my view looks very awful here, you know.
ouch, your words hurts a bit, babe.
but which one hurts more? my words or your wounds i’m tending right now.
your ruthless rebuke caused him to clench his teeth. now, he can't deny your planned fuss over the next few minutes because that was the first thing you spoke following that extended pause.
chifuyu was 99 percent certain that you'd go into a series of never-ending ramblings about why he got into another fight; it was a regular thing you'd do anytime he got himself hurt. as for his answer, it is usually either toman-related stuff or someone annoyed me so i gave them a solid whipping but they turned out to be stronger and giggled afterwards. regardless of how absurd his arguments may sound, you accept them anyway.
both of you would be embracing every intimate moment as you cared for him, loving each other with a huge hug and a soft peck on the forehead after you'd finished taping the bandages into his skin. not to mention the complaints he'll hear from you.
he is aware of your complaints about his injury since you were concerned about him. chifuyu is never upset; on the contrary, he allows you to chastise him on a regular basis. even if you were constantly reprimanding him, he finds it adorable and it distracts him from the pain.
maybe chifuyu gets into fights on purpose simply to see you like this.
but he wasn't seeing it today.
you didn't chastise him while tending to his bruises, which was opposite to his expectations. he wants to question you about it, but he feels as though an invisible barrier is preventing him from doing so. is she, for once, really mad at me? no, she isn't. oh, she is. she's madder than usual.
babe, can you lift up your bangs for me?
one. chifuyu was absentmindedly spacing out.
babe? chifuyu?
two. he sees you wavering your hands in front of him but still, it wasn't able to shake him off.
matsuno chifuyu.
three. it was when you addressed him by his full name that he snapped out of his gaze.
“w-wait, okay, it’s my fault, i was pissed off from bunch of other thugs saying toman was some ratty gang. i knew they intentionally made fun toman to piss me off, i couldn’t help it and—“
the words sprang out of the boy's mouth like lightning. followed by exhalation and a brief break in his speech before continuing. "im, im sorry."
with that stated, he raises his look, locks onto your eyes, but then quickly shifts his focus to the bookcase across from you. chifuyu shouted it all out of frustration—it wasn't even directed at anyone—but he felt bad for really making you upset.
a quiet moment was created yet again, but this time you cracked it with a cackle. you laughed heartily as chifuyu looked at you with skepticism. what if he was overthinking things all along? however, this does not explain your silent treatment. or is this another snarky retort since you're still upset?
his imagination wandered to another round of dramatization.
even though he's in his own brain, he can still hear you chuckling in the back of his head. he has no idea why you are laughing right now. is it possible that this is a joke? an overly analytical joke on him would be unforgivable.
why are you laughing so loudly? is there anything funny here? and aren’t you mad at me?
he heard your giggles quieten after he asked you the question that has been on his mind for a long time now. it takes a great deal of guts to speak that out loud. you thought his anxiousness had simmered down? no. waiting for your response made him even more sweaty.
but why would i be mad?
then you cradled his face in your arms, his gaze returned to you. his nose is hurting from the alcohol odor emanating from your fingertips, but what's more interesting is the extremely odd response. this wasn't on the list of 10 replies he was anticipating.
because i got into a fight, again. didn’t you say you hate me getting into one?
though happy that you were not outraged, chifuyu still hasn't grasped the reality that you were not displeased with him. the way you used to scold him, you should be infuriated with him today—but you're not. that side of you that takes care of him when he's misbehaving, he wants to see more of.
i never said i’ll hate you for that.
apart from that, i doubt that you'd listen to me anyways, even if i told you not to get into fights. everything depends on what you want to do and it's not because i care nothing about it.
“i warned you about getting yourself injured for nearly one hundred times now but,” you said as your hands slid away from his cheeks and held his calloused hands securely—holding them tightly and locked your eyes into his with deep mesmerization, “but if you happen to get into one, just remember one thing.”
“remember that i’ll wait for you, and will always be here to look after you, chifuyu. aside from that, i like it when you knock my door in the middle of the night."
after that, no words were left unsaid. the whole time, chifuyu was thinking about all the things that were pointless in the first place, thinking about all the conceivable outcomes. you provided him with reassurance and comfort after all of his contemplation.
chifuyu promptly grabbed your arm in an embrace after feeling a burning in his eye. your boyfriend whispered under his breath, "man, im so lame..." tilting his head and hiding in the crook of your neck so that you wouldn't see the tears streaming down his cheeks. "because i got myself engaged again, and lost the fight when i expected to win, i felt you were furious, simply so i could be scolded again as usual."
you happen to enforce the cuddle. comforting him once again, "you're hilarious, 'fuyu." so you'd rather have me scold you for this?” the child did not respond, instead tilting his head so you could see his face. “right? i'm such a lame-ass that i expected you to annoy me and worried when you didn't.”
“yeah, you are one. you’re my really lame delinquent. and i love you for that.”

bonus little scenario !
"still, i don't think it's fair that i lost that fight. can you image me almost winning if i just punched that fool a couple times until he pass out? that motherfucker, on the other hand, opted to call his—AAAHH" when you decided to massage more alcohol into his wounds, making them sting even more, his words were cut short.
chifuyu abruptly stopped you from polishing his skin with another cotton that was moist from the alcohol. he gave the most adorable puppy eyes which meant please don't rub it again, it hurts like crap, have mercy on me. but did it prevent you from handing it to him? no.
"AAHHH, FUCK IT HURTS SO BAD, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?"
"you dramatic ass, you did this to yourself. i'm just treating the wounds that you got from the fight."

despite the dramatic vision of him screaming at the top of his lungs from the agony caused by the alcohol. chifuyu is still unable to shut the fuck up. really.
and you know? i went kaboom, kachaw on him! after 2 punches he went flying!
chifuyu, babe. stop moving your hands please, can you see im trying to plaster your upper arm now?
oh okay, sorry babe.
but he didn't stop the hand movements.
they went boom boom! paw paw! on me but i still managed to keep my composure and didn't—
for the love of god chifuyu, stop moving your hands or i'll pour alcohol on you again.
HEYYY! THAT'S NOT FAIR!
reblogs are highly appreciated !

© MQTSUNO. 2021



—many times over—
shinichiro sano x reader
mostly fluff, some angsty parts in between. i was grieving for draken while writing, so yeah, that's were the inspiration for the sad things come from.
this maintains a discreet connection with my last post, making some subtle mentions of it. so, in case you would like to read it, it's here. i would appreciate it immensely
wc: 6.6k (sorry, i got a bit carried away)
a/n: this is my love letter to shinichiro, i put my heart and soul into this story, so i really hope you all enjoy it and don't get much confused with all the time jumps. i also would like to add that guys, seriously, just love whoever you want and don't ever give up what you desire, okay? don't be like yua's father and just let people be happy (you will understand after reading). life is short, and we stupidly think we have time, but we actually don't. be always joyful and hold onto your dreams with both hands. to anyone who is reading this, good luck! go and confess already or just fulfill that one thing you want the most, i believe in you
reblogs, likes and comments are deeply appreciated. please ignore any spelling mistakes, the constant editing and the awful glitching
yua — "primarily a female name of japanese origin that means love, affection"

eyes slowly opening. 9:11 a.m.
a couple of minutes after waking up, the cloudburst was captured by your senses
you’ve spent the night with shinichiro after he mentioned that today, he was not going to work at the shop and you were mostly free from your duties. so now, you found yourself laying by his side, head on his bare chest while one of his arms was keeping your body close, null distance
sadly, the comforting position didn’t last long. you decided to get up from his clasp to take a look outside, reaching the sliding door from his bedroom that lead to the backyard of the sano’s residence, leaving it open to allow the humid mist of the rain caress your skin, not forgetting to carefully make sure that the bed was far enough from you, so it wouldn’t bother shinichiro. all of this because, when the green of the plants that lie in the garden, moves slightly to the weak blows the water causes when dropping, it relaxes you
appreciating the view, you instantly recognized an old bike drowning on the ground next to some old motorcycle parts, causing a few giggles to escape from your lips
moments after, your boyfriend rolled in bed and felt your absence, making him sluggishly start to wake up too, huffing. he thought you had agreed to stay the ‘’whole day’’ in bed to be lazy together and here you were, up at nine in the morning
when his eyes adjusted better to the dim light the surroundings provided, he saw you standing against the doorframe, looking at the rain outside and laughing softly, in nothing more than black panties and one of his plain white shirts barely covering your thighs. how could he be mad at you for leaving his side when you looked like that? it wasn’t fair
he felt in heaven, he couldn’t describe it any other way. you were his angel, his day and night, his girl
he knew from way back that you loved watching the raindrops fall, and with the passing of years, he came to discover that he loved watching you
-good morning baby, what you doin' over there? what’s so funny?- he stretched out fully awake and placed his arms at the back of his head, getting into a more comfortable position to admire you better
-crap, did i wake you up?- you quickly turned around to look at him, startled by the sudden sound of his voice
-not really. i was missing you in my sleep, so i stopped doing it- he fake pouted and you rolled your eyes, he really beats himself every morning with stuff like this, it never ceases to amaze you
-you are ridiculous- you said and he smiled without saying anything else, waiting for your response
-so?-
-i was just thinking about that one time we ditched a whole day of classes to go for ramen with master kazo, when we were in middle school. the bike outside, it’s the same one, right?-
even if you tried, you couldn’t remember the exact date. you were both young and pretty much dumb, hungry and immensely bored. it just happened
-yeah. you mean our first date?- he asked biting off a smirk
-that wasn’t our first date, shinichiro. it was just one time we hanged out, we were still friends- you crossed your arms in your chest, protesting. he always teases you like this
-what do you mean friends? i already confessed to you like five times and i think i did it again that day- he said, sitting up
-with that one last confession, they were actually eleven-
-you counted them?- his voice sounded so offended that you couldn’t help but laugh in his face
-you didn’t?-
he laughed with you, a blush creeping his neck and cheeks. still the same dork
-that’s so fucking embarrassing- he rubbed his eyes, cringing
you left the door and walked towards him, standing next to his shirtless sitting figure at the corner of the bed, one of your knees on the mattress and both arms around his neck, fidgeting with his morning hair
-it is- you chuckled, gazing at him
-whatever, you were so whipped for me back then that you even kissed me at the end, how about that, hm?- he placed his arms around the back of your bare thighs, stroking them sweetly
-shut up, i just accepted the invitation because you pestered me so much and it really was a boring class. and the kiss was because you got all bruised for me and i felt bad about it- you frowned and looked away, now feigning annoyance
-that’s such an awful lie- he mentioned narrowing his eyes, making you laugh and give up
-yeah, it kinda is- you admitted
he smiled and stared at you for a couple of seconds in comfortable silence, as if he were thinking about something, an idea enlightening his mind
-would you like to try it again?-
-what?- you perfectly knew what he meant, the question simply slipped from your lips. did he really just came up with that?
-it’s raining, kazo surprisingly still makes ramen and i’m still in love with you. how about we take that same date right now? what could possibly go wrong?- yes he did, and you? you were a speechless, blushing mess trying to play it cool
-accidents, shinichiro? that could go wrong, and i don’t want us to die because of your damn motorcycle- who were you trying to fool? you actually loved the idea. but you were worried, you weren’t irresponsible kids anymore
-that won’t happen cause we are going to use the good old bike and take the alleyways, not the busy streets. just like that one time-
-but does it still work? seems pretty worn out, w-what if we crash again, shin?- you asked. excitement slowly starting to creep in the deepest parts of your being
-well, the story will repeat itself. quite tempting don’t you think, love? the bike is fine i promise, i’ll just wash it up- he proposed you, with that fatal closed eyed childish grin
yeah, of course you ended up agreeing

heavy drops tapped against the window that was next to your seat, humming a soft tune that kept you distracted, you were feeling sleepy
physics class. second period. 8:39 a.m. newton's laws of motion
your professor was explaining the theories and you took some notes, or whatsoever. it was raining, and the vibes in schools change entirely when the skies fall above carefree teenagers. no one gives a shit about subjects or activities for the rest of the day, and you were no exception
not even noticing when the teacher left the classroom. you put all your things away, waiting for the next class to start while you kept yourself in your chair, watching the clouds. enjoying the quietness and the water tumbling at your side. this climate always engulfs you in a particular peace that is rather difficult to explain, so each time, you decide to just dissolve within it. and you totally love it. that’s why, when some of your friends gathered around you and mentioned something about going out, you simply decided to keep yourself on the same spot, alone
‘’inertia. the first law states that if a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force’’
in fact, you were the resting object, and shinchiro sano was the force that acted on you
-yo! y/n!- just like that, all the tranquility disappeared in mere seconds. as a loud thunderstruck in the dead of night, he entered your classroom, tripping, coming close to you with his unkempt uniform and that stupid greasy hairstyle
-so, how you been?- he stood next to your sitting self, hands on his pockets, serenely, as if he didn’t almost knock down an entire desk with his disastrous entry
-stop with that, shinichiro, we greeted at the gateway. what do you want?-
-would you like to go out with me? like, right now?- huh?
-no-
-cool, we are taking my bike. i know a perfect place we could-
-i literally said no, sano-
-i know, i heard you. but i’m not giving up that easy- you raised a brow and glared at him, unfazed
-our next class starts in like 10 minutes, what do you mean now?- he gulped and continued
-look, it’s raining. teachers are basically hidden, it’s going to be a free day for all of us. so you shouldn’t be here all by yourself, you need to go out and enjoy it you know?-
-i have my own ways to enjoy the rain, thank you-
-by just staring at it? come on, i can see you like that a lot but, please? i bet you are so bored that you don’t even have a nice excuse to give. and you’ve already said no so many times to me so please, please, let me take you out today- he was begging at this point, you almost made fun of him
-this is not the first time we hang around, shin. you invite me to your house very often, you are overreacting. by the way, what makes you think i’m bored?-
-yeah, but this is going to be a different occasion, i can feel it. and to answer your question, everyone is bored after physics class- hold on a second
-did you check my schedule?-
-of course i did! i memorized it, now come on- he grabbed your hand and made you stand up abruptly, taking with him your bag and placing it on one of his shoulders while he held his own with the other
-w-wait! are we are not coming back to take the other classes?!- he was basically dragging you. walking real fast through the school hallways, carefully avoiding to stumble with any teacher that could recognize you
-i don’t think so, y/n. this day is going to be for us only, okay?- he looked back at you, grinning, and your heart tingled
he made it look as the easiest thing ever and you gave in, squeezing his hand back. a little fun couldn’t hurt, right? well…
you had to act quickly to catch the only chance to actually escape classes without getting terribly penalized. the guard on the entrance gate took a 7 minute break to go for a coffee at the school’s office every day at the same hour, so the plan needed to be executed in that certain amount of time
step 1. wait for the entrance to be alone, step 2. be sure to not forget your bags and hold them firmly, step 3. jump the gate, step 4. take the bike out of the secured deposit at the front of the building in the shortest amount of time possible, step 5. run for your lives
the rest is history
a triumphant scream resonated against empty, watery streets, far enough from your shared middle school. shinichiro was speeding with his bike while you were taking a seat behind him, holding tightly to his waist with a huge smile on your face. you made it out neatly, on a path worthy of an olympic medal, and the adrenaline was just washing over your bodies, leaving you with pure bliss. both damped from the rain pouring over yourselves, not minding it at all
in that moment, it was only you and him in the world
-i can’t believe we made it, you good there, pretty?- your cheeks heated with the nickname, the rush surely boosted his confidence
-y-yeah, i think so- you laughed, a bit shy. hugging him closer and placing you head in his wet back. the gesture made his heart beat so roughly against his ribcage that he silently prayed to all the gods and deities he could think about for you to not notice
-but if you get me in trouble, i’ll stab you- you continued
-i would die happily knowing that it was on your hands-
-you are so stupid, shinichiro- he giggled
after a couple of more jokes and some time going around the city, watching together how the houses disappeared in an endless fog, you both started to get hungry, and he decided to visit the most reliable and special place to eat in town
yua ramen house
the owner is a man named kazori okamoto, mostly known as ‘’master kazo’’ for his amazing cooking skills and because he simply enjoys the nickname. he is a funny man and a very important person for the sano family, even to this day. he met grandpa sano in their early teenage years and the friendship still remains alive. he used to dream with being an elite chef, but certain circumstances he had to go through leaded him to abandon his desires. despite all, he claims that he is happy with what he has right now. ‘’life goes on, regardless’’ is one of his known personal quotes and little manjiro´s favorite, for some strange reason
so the fact that shinichiro decided to introduce you to him that day, definitely meant something else
-master! ‘you there?- shinichiro stepped in as if the establishment was his living room and you followed closely behind, taking a glance at everything. it was a tiny place, but very welcoming and warm
quite the opposite to how you felt, drenching in your school uniform
-sano boy! what the hell are you doing out with weather like this and- he looked directly at you. and you smiled, bowing to greet the old man
-nice to meet you sir, you both seem to be really close- you added, sheepishly -my name is y/n-
-of course you are!- he said getting closer to you and mockingly punching shinichiro in the arm, the poor thing almost flies from the ground. he had a nice smile, you noted -it’s my pleasure, sweetheart. i’ve been dying to finally meet you- oh, now that was new
-really?-
-i swear this brat never shuts up when it comes to you, even if i’ve never seen your face before, i could know it was you from all the things he has said to me- shinichiro coughed loudly, completely exposed
-y-yeah well, that’s because she will be my wife someday, sir. i’m trying my best- what the hell was he even saying
-you better, lover boy- kazo mentioned, with the biggest and cheekiest grin you've ever seen
you opened your mouth to answer to the revelation, embarrassed to the most, but master beat you to it
-so, what would you like? what can i do for you?- intentionally changing the subject to avoid any kind of denial from you
both creeps: 1 – you: 0
-u-um, what do you recommend?- you asked still a little shooked and flustered, looking at the menu
-i can surprise you if you let me, just give me the approbation that you don’t dislike any ingredient that you see and i will prepare a random dish for you, deal?-
-okay, deal. thank you so much, sir-
-no problem- he said, starting to roam around the kitchen in front of you, hardly trying to ignore the pool of water you were both making in his recently moped, squeaky clean, floor. one of his eyes twitching
-i would like some- shinichiro started
-yeah, yeah. i know what you always eat kid, so for now, how about you go to the back and look for a fucking mop to wipe the mess you made, you already know where it is. i can bet both of my legs that this was your idea-
-she is into this too!-
-then get her a towel you rat! here, the keys to the shed- kazo threw them his way and you sticked your tongue out to shinichiro while he disappeared to the back of the restaurant
-oh! how rude, i didn’t introduce myself. i’m kazori okamoto, but you can call me master kazo- you nodded and accepted the hand he was offering, containing your laughter, he was just like grandpa sano. all kindness to you and disinheriting shinichiro at the second
-then thank you, master. nice to meet you again and sorry for the disaster we brought- he accepted the apology and smiled back at you, turning to resume what he was previously doing, while you were sitting in one of the bar stools. the shop was empty, obviously, who in their right mind would go out to eat with a storm like this? exactly, only shinichiro sano would
you decided to take another look around, eyes wandering over the place now more carefully, while the old man was working on the food. a picture on one of the walls catched your attention, it was the portrait of a gorgeous woman, she was standing against a bridge that seemed to be somewhere in tokyo, in a red summer dress and an immense loving smile adorning her face, directed to the person behind the camera. it seemed old, a captured memory from a distant past
-master, can i ask you something?- you called him, curiosity winning over you
-yes?-
-who is the pretty lady of the picture?- you thought he didn’t hear you at first because there was a moment of silence, but turns out that he just hesitated
-my eternal muse- his voice faltered, revealing an intimate part of his soul so effortlessly to you. the tremendous sorrow in his expression was evident, but in those words, it also remained the tender affection of a heart whose love will never decline, a perpetual vow
and because of that, you didn’t feel like making any more questions
shinichiro came back, claimed he couldn’t find any towels, kazo called him useless, he moped horribly the floor, and then finally, you proceeded to eat. master prepared the most delicious and exotic shoyu ramen you ever had and some tonkotsu ramen for shinichiro, with an ice cold cola to the side, his favorite, it could never miss
kazo spoke with the heart open in his words, reminiscing hilarious experiences of his youngster era to entertain you while you finished. you were fixated in the way he seemed to relive those moments for an instant, but shinichiro was looking at you, inevitably. your laughing figure, those pretty lips and those pretty eyes shining in delight. if only you could imagine how much he liked you
the hours slid through your fingers like silk, between the anecdotes of an old man and the secret glances of an enamored teenage boy. proving that what they say it’s true, when you have nice company, time surely flies. but school hours ended, and you had little to no time to go back to your house before your parents suspected anything
-thank you so much for the food master, i really had a lovely time- you started
-no, no. thank you both for keeping me company, the place was alone until you showed up. you could have it all for yourselves, how lucky-
-it’s because today is a special day- shinichiro added smiling, referring to what he said to convince you earlier. putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, while you blushed
-how come?- the old man asked
-it’s a secret- shinichiro grinned
-oh, i see- kazo winked an eye to him and you couldn’t be more puzzled, deciding to remain quiet
both creeps: 2 – you: 0
-we’ll be leaving now kazo. thank you very much, again- shinichiro payed, not taking any objections from you, and you agreed with his words once again, nodding and smiling at him
-you are welcome anytime, be sure to visit often, okay? bring your siblings and that old fucker of your grandpa that hasn’t stopped in a while too, alright? take care and be good, always-
shinichiro hugged him and you felt the urge to do it after, he just smiled weakly
you gathered your stuff and stepped out, while shinichiro stood inside for a second, master kazo calling him to say one last thing
you never knew what he meant with the words ‘’don’t forget our promise, son’’ but shinichiro surely did

a couple of weeks before that day, kazo sat down with shinichiro outside his store after the boy came back bruised from a fight. the sun was setting and he didn’t want to arrive home yet, so he found shelter with his most confident partner
master was smoking at the front, looking somewhat down, sad, he wasn’t his usual self at the moment and shinichiro noticed it
-are you okay, sir?- he approached him, almost timidly. like an infant, innocent and fearful
-i should be the one asking you that, punk. how’s the eye?- it actually hurt, a lot. he got beat up a couple of hours ago and it was finally getting to him, but he didn’t mind it at the moment, though. he decided to ignore his pain to focus on his friend. shinichiro has always been like this, always selfless about himself and always the most caring about the others, a gentle spirit by nature, destined to be a leader, to be great
-still works i guess, i’ve had much worse- the boy just shrugged, insisting -what about you? is everything alright? you weren’t in the kitchen when i arrived, that rarely happens-
-you are pretty fucking nosy, eh?- shinichiro barely smiled with the remark, he was getting seriously worried
after a couple of minutes in complete silence, master okamoto gathered himself and started to talk
-what are you studying? middle school?- shinichiro nodded. with that question, he opened the topic
-well, i was a bit older than you. it was my last year of high school and i was about to get into college. see, i used to have this teacher i appreciated deeply, he knew how much i cherished the field of gastronomy, and he was an amazing person, so he handed me some school forms abroad that could open my horizons and would be helpful to achieve the career that i wanted, you know? he helped me a lot. i also had the support of the love of my life, her name was yua muraka- the eyes of the man brightened with the single mention of his past lover. saying her name almost in a whisper, staring at nothingness. hoping that by mentioning her, she would appear in front of him with her arms open. thing that he has been waiting for decades, foolishly
-she used to be my girlfriend at that time, my whole universe, and she was happy with the idea of me leaving to accomplish my dream. but i’ve never been a selfish guy, and i wanted her to come with me, to accomplish all of that with me. so, i opened this small shop to raise some money to be able to take her in my journey, and make it one for both- shinichiro remained silent, carefully listening. the funny man he knew and cherished, was now crouched, small and tarnished
-the thing is that, her father hated me, son. he saw me as a punk, a good for nothing. i used to get into fights with your grandpa too, and i wanted to be a chef while he was a doctor. but i couldn’t care less about that crap, she was part of my dream and i was willing to give everything for her-
-the dates were getting closer, school was ending, i bought the tickets, and every day i had more money for finally moving away together and provide her with the life she deserved. but when her father noticed all of this, he started to restrict my visits to her home, and he didn’t let yua out- with every word, kazo started to get more emotional. shinichiro could see the rage in his eyes and the impotence behind his memories
-of course we had our escapades, and let me tell you, those were the best moments of my life. but the little bubble we were living in exploded when he suddenly sent her away. one day he just dragged his daughter to a train far from here, menacing her with the most horrid things that i don’t even want to mention- master took a long drag of his cigarette and continued
-i never found out about his plan or the things he said to her because it was so sudden, in an instant she was just gone. i couldn’t do anything to stop him, i never knew anything about the constant abuse either cause yua kept it all to herself- in minutes, the air turned heavy around them, dark, suffocating. as if the atmosphere absorbed the feelings that kazo’s words professed
-shinichiro, the train collapsed in an accident two hours after leaving the station, a day like this, more than 30 years ago. taking many lives, and ripping my love, my darling, away from me, forever- tears started to tumble from his wrinkled eyes, one by one, violently. the noises of the city turned into a heap of murmurs that made shinichiro’s mind enter a void of dizziness. it was awful, his juvenile heart fell to his feet and got burnt with the remainings of the cigarette that mr. okamoto’s trembling hands dropped, mindlessly
-i couldn’t even say goodbye to her, couldn’t even kiss her one last time- he added, stuttering, dragging his own words and choking with grief. shinichiro felt the urge of crying deep in his gut, but he swallowed it, not wanting to make his friend regret confessing him something so profound and distressing, so near to his core. he needed to remain strong for him
-a couple of months later, i encountered her mother on a random street, and realized that the woman was constantly being blackmailed by yua’s father, and that’s why she never defended her daughter. in that moment, she kneeled before me and asked for my forgiveness, confessing everything to me, all the things that i am telling you right now and how she really did wanted yua to live her life by my side, but that she was too afraid of what her husband was capable of doing- the old man started to gain his posture again, wiping his face. as he is used to doing, since that fateful date
-i never went to college after that and i closed the shop, sticking to the local jobs that miserable men stick to- it all made sense now
-years later i realized that yua probably wouldn’t like the way i was living, so i reopened the shop in her name and here i am, as you can see. ironical how they gave her such a beautiful appellation to edge her life to that extreme, with no love and no affection, huh?- a poisonous laugh escaped his mouth while he took out another cigarette of the tiny box and lightened in silence, shinichiro just remained staring, noting how the man next to him still wanted to cry, and how hardly he was retaining it
-i’m telling you this because you remind me of my younger self. i can sense the love you have for the girl you always tell me about with this tore eyes, that must have glossed the same way when i spoke about yua to someone else. i also suppose that you are concerned because you’re part of a gang and she is just a sweet girl, how you worry for her- the words echoed in every moment of doubt shinichiro recalled having about you, regret clouding his mind. kazo could read him so easily that he even felt embarrassed and disappointed with his own self. something snapped, he took a decision
-but please, shinichiro, don’t ever let her go okay? it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do and vice versa, none of that is relevant if you truly love her, so don’t ever let anything take her away from you. can you promise that to me, punk?- kazo was now clutching to shinichiro’s bloody shirt without even realizing, voice finally cracking with the last sentence, sobbing loudly, all over again. any trace of composure he tried so hard to keep, totally erased from the path they were on
a young shinichiro sano just hugged him, reciprocating all of those times kazo did the same to him as a kid. he opened his arms to let the old man release the huge load of his aching heart -i promise i will, i’m so sorry. i’m really, really sorry- he muttered to his ear, repeating the words almost inaudibly, like a prayer, while the night fell above them
shinichiro took the first drag of a cigarette that day

you were both on the bike again. the rain decreased while you were eating but it started pouring halfway to your house
-be more careful, you are going to get us killed- you exclaimed to the back of his neck, worried about many things, while shinichiro pedaled with all his might. it was actually pretty late, you should have arrived to your house 20 minutes ago and the storm you were caught in was not helping your nerves
-everything is going to be alright, babe. just hold tight- he said untroubled, as always. it was driving you insane
-that’s what i’m doing! and don’t call me babe!-
a couple of streets later, what was expected to happen
happened
you just remember the impact, but what really occurred was that the front wheel got stucked in a sewer hole that you couldn’t see because of the increasing amount of water on the ground, and both of you were catapulted to the pavement. now it’s a funny memory, but back then it wasn’t, and it ached insanely, mostly to shinichiro
he was weak in fights, for sure. but his reflexes were impeccable, using them to instinctly cover your body with his, scratching his whole face in the process and receiving the impact for both, almost breaking an arm for you, literally
while you just bruised your knees, he was still worried, as if the roles were inversed
-fuck! are you okay? are you hurt?- he quickly asked, coming closer to you, scared to death
-nothing serious, you don’t have to worry about it. what about yo- you said without looking at him, still trying to come to your senses. then you realized- oh my god, shin! you are bleeding. i‘m so sorry! i literally crushed you, and you hurted your whole face. p-please forgive me- you were so preoccupied, inspecting his injuries. but all he did was just smile, blood running over his brows and chin. the asshole entirely enjoying all the attention you were giving him at the moment
-i should be the one apologizing! i got us into this, i’m sorry y/n- he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. you weren’t even mad, the fright was still vivid on your skin
and then suddenly, you truly took a deep stare at his features, while the rain kept making a curtain between the two of you. there was no trace of gel from the morning and his wet hair was now fully down, covering his forehead, the water washing his wounds, his drenched white uniform shirt all dirty from the experiences of the day and his pants had an open scratch in the left knee
you didn’t even notice how close you were, sitting together on the corner of an empty alley he desperately took to arrive faster, just staring at each other in silence for a moment. you both cracked in laughter at the same time, the situation was absurd
even though you wouldn’t admit it or either show signs of, you really had great times with shinichiro sano
you like it when he stops to your classroom between breaks just to wish you a nice day, you like lying on the floor next to him at his house’s dojo when it’s summer to eat popsicles with keisuke and his siblings, and you also like the awful cheesy jokes he invents just to make you laugh. because you particularly know that under all those layers of nonsensical girl-crazy rambling lies the most amiable and boldest heart of all, a kind soul with a presence hard to miss
and you like that too
-you know, you look nice like this, without all that dumb gangster wannabe hairstyle, shin-
-did you just, admitted that i look nice?-
-oh god, of course you were going to focus only on that- you rolled your eyes, wishing to not have said anything at all
-i mean, is there anything else i should focus on? it’s an historical moment to me!-
-whatever, sano- you shook your head, chuckling. and he stared at you for the thousandth time today, blood pumping furiously all over his system. he could even feel it on his ears, like the sound a seashell makes when you put it close to you, but this time, amplified to a deafening point
taking a deep breath, he decided to try once again. he made a promise, after all
-y/n- you looked at him in the eyes, driving all your attention to him. he was shaking, he had done this many times with you and other girls before, twenty to be exact, but there’s something in the way you are staring at him right now that results mesmerizing, intimidating, but mesmerizing still. shit, he couldn’t take it anymore -you look pretty to me always. even now, in the most screwed up situation possible, i think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and i- he stopped, red as a beet. inhaling again, he continued -i like you a lot, you know? i’m p-pretty sure i’m in love with you- stuttering a little bit in that last sentence, but who wouldn’t?
-yes, i already know that, shinichiro. you’ve said it like a million times- you smiled softly, looking down at the puddle you were in
-you do?- he didn’t mean to sound so disappointed, but the ghost of what it looked like his twenty first consecutive rejection started to pester him and it was impossible not to, or that’s what he thought
-yeah-
-g-great, cause i will keep saying it until the day i achieve the billion times ‘cause you are my girl-
-i’m not your girl- you furrowed your eyebrows -at least not yet-
-but you will! wait, what?- he was so dumb, you smiled
-just shut up-
without thinking it any further, you pressed your lips against his. the kiss was sloppy, rainy and embarrassing. but to shinichiro was more like ‘’the long-awaited arrival of divine glory’’, that’s exactly how he described it to his little brother when he got home
the silence and the shout, the euphoria and the lull, his insides felt like exploding, the floor was spinning
and you were, in that instant you really were his girl, no turning back. and you kinda enjoyed it
with that kiss you decided to let your feelings grow, and maybe, in a remote future, you would give him your heart to hold for eternity
thing that actually happened faster than what you expected

back to the present, you were both in the same situation, something like an induced déjà vu
a pair of lovers riding an old and too small bike on their way to yua ramen house under the rain. both with 23 years old now, but sharing the same feelings in the same two beating hearts
you started to go eat to yua ramen house together frequently after that first time, but master kazo got sick a few years later, so he had to stop working for a while and decided to leave the country for a break. he came back a couple of years ago, but you have not visited him until now, so it’s been quite a bit since you’ve seen each other
when you arrived, you couldn’t help to feel nostalgic
-sano boy, it’s that you?- his figure was more hunched than before, hair whiter and the wrinkles above his eyes and forehead were more prominent, but despite the changes that the passing of life produces, he was the same funny man you once met
-nice to see you master, how’s the business going?- shinichiro felt so many things in that moment. he was no middle schooler anymore, he left the gang medium a while ago, his siblings were older, and you were still by his side. he has grown, but sometimes, he forgets about that
-as always, punk. it’s really nice to have you here after all this years- you stepped behind your boyfriend
-hello sir, it’s been a while indeed- the old man laughed joyful, taken by surprise
-i can’t believe what i’m seeing, the same two dumb kids that came in making a mess in my shop once, doing it all over again. right y/n?-
-that’s us- you laughed, reminiscing -i’m so glad to finally see you again, master-
-the pleasure it’s all mine, it makes me so happy to have my two best clients here with me-
-we missed you, kazo- shinichiro added, coming closer to give the man a hug, you followed after
-i missed you too- he smiled -but for the love of god, go get a damn towel, son! and search carefully this time!- shinichiro went out, laughing. you viewed the scene amused and moments later, your eyes drifted to yua’s picture on the wall, you felt your soul clench, wondering if master kazo would still answer the same way. of course he would you thought, eternal is eternal
this time, shinichiro did find the towels. and you both cleaned the mess of water sputtering around, waiting for the cook to finish your meals while you chatted, catching up on your lives
-so you really are together since then, huh? i’m proud of you, lover boy-
-i told you i was going to marry her one day, didn’t i?-
-oh! did you guys already?- kazo instantly turned around, almost dropping the pan he was using
-i’m still working on it, but i’ll make sure you get the invitation soon- you suppressed a squeal. you haven’t spoken about this yet, how dare he just throw it out so suddenly?
-wha- you couldn’t even finish
-i’ll be patiently waiting then! nothing would make me happier- mr. okamoto interrupted you, leaving your head blank, as they always managed to
both creeps: 3 – you: 0 you’re out!
the food orders were the same, and with the first taste you took, you travelled ten years in the past. memory is such a graceful thing
kazo sent a glance at the both of you while you were eating, and he couldn’t help his eyes from watering
he saw the same slicked back dark haired kid with wet uniform covered in dirt, sitting with a lovely girl at his side, hair shorter than now and clothes just as messed as the boy’s ones, but the same smile that once brightened her features still present, dedicated just to him and his silly comments
-are you watching this, yua? we used to love like this- kazo mentally talked with the picture on the wall, looking tenderly at it. he didn’t get an answer, but he didn’t need to, he was certain
your relationship was like this since the beginning, unchanging. always coinciding in a world where only you and him existed, surrendering to each other’s feelings many times over. relieving significant moments of your intertwined lives, and at the same time, creating new ones with each arrival of a new day. discovering together a hundred and one different ways to fall more in love,
if possible
fuck yes benkei content
RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
— with arashi keizo (benkei).

contains. fem!reader, manga spoilers, possibly ooc and not proofread.
word count. 0.8k.
note. i’m not really good with hcs but i tried my best. i also think i became a benkei simp while writing this. let me know your thoughts!
requested.

To begin with, Benkei is aware he intimidates most people for his well-known savagery and more so of his towering stature.
He isn’t a bit bothered when men and particularly women throw him frightened looks whenever he walks by.
He has comrades who are way shorter than him but still manage to make people pee in their pants, so he couldn’t care less about his imposing height at all.
Which is why he expected terror to be at least present in your eyes the first time you saw him.
Though you proved him wrong as you offered him a genuine smile, striking him with awe because of how refreshing it was.
You even went as far as to push refreshments to his lower abdomen, considering you're of a shorter stance, and he is weirded out by such a kind approach.
He takes a mental note to observe you closely after that day, somehow assuming you’re only befriending him to gain Wakasa’s attention — when once again, he was proven wrong.
You showed up on a gruesome day, asking if he was injured and if you could patch him up where he’s badly hurt.
But before he could answer, you’re already forcing him to sit on a wonky stool and fussing over his larger but battered body.
You look so goddamn adorable, standing on your tiptoes and extending your meek arms just to reach the little graze on his cheek.
While he watches in earnest: the way your tiny hands pat the antiseptic on the open wound, your brows furrowing in concern, the little pout on your lips that he didn’t hear you mumble out a ‘Keizo, you should be more careful next time.’
Since he settles with the idea that you simply have a motherly instinct, that you do this to everyone until Takeomi and Wakasa enter the room asking to be treated as well.
You lightheartedly rejected their pleas and the two glanced his way, sending him a hidden message that you may perhaps be taking care of and seeing Benkei in a much different light.
He finds their assumptions skeptical, yet he notices following that event, how you would always come to him first after a brawl, completely ignoring the others and tending to his bruises right away.
Once he discerns that what he feels for you is not platonic anymore, for all your pampering and sweet gestures, he will try to push you away.
His reason being is that he didn’t want you to be involved with a brute of a man like him, in gangs and bloody fights, and he thinks you deserve better than what he could simply offer.
He was proven wrong again, for the third time, when you stood your ground and fought for your own feelings as if he is the stupidest moron for trying to reject you.
Although tears and the sense of self-doubt are present in your eyes, despite being stubborn that Benkei’s heart immediately softened up because how could anyone — how could he — disregard the cuteness you possess even when you’re mad and pouting?
He then makes you promise to never get tangled with his gang affairs and you hurried to jump into his arms, all the while excitedly crying for finally having him.
Benkei is actually thankful for his swift reflexes and totally flustered because you look so adorable clinging to him, like a baby koala he didn’t want to let go.
He lowkey loves comparing your hand sizes — how it’s possible for a dinky-sized one to be grasped by his larger one that he tends to stare at your interlaced fingers for quite some time, making you chuckle.
He will also never make fun of you for not being able to reach certain things. In contrast, he will be whipped when he sees you hopping, whilst he waits for your call before adorably asking him for help.
Your smaller figure also awakens something within him, combined with your caring personality, it drives him mad of how he is overly protective of you.
But upon seeing you some time wearing his shirt, how it shrouds your whole body that it’s almost decent enough to call it a dress, it swept him off of his feet.
In private, he lets you manhandle him (lmao). Your once gentle smothering turned into mischievous cuddling, and he loses it whenever you drape yourself all over and still couldn’t outreach the expanse of his solid chest.
Kisses are always you pursing your lips as a sign for him to bend down, and he’s enamored each time you cradle his cheek when he does, as if you don’t ever want him to straighten up.
He just adores being around you, even by simply standing next to each other, because he actually feels like he can conquer the world with his baby koala by his side.

taglist. @sugokawata, @angrysupremacy (bcos i know you love benkei haha), @baji-san and @manjiroarchiviste.



— A SWEET THING CALLED LOVE —
for tiny mikey
@keizos @kallikrein @nozomiasl @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @mqtsuno @blondbirb @lostinthe-jojos felt like tagging you guys, hope you all like it ! ♡
-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i'm sorry!
kindergarten it's a weird period of a person's life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception
he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind
there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy 4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now
it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching
mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present
the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:
his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school
young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you
see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty
and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you
so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune
he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner
a very much concerning thing coming from him
in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan
you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail
a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher
now, he just had to give it to you
but how?
it shouldn’t be that hard, right?
-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!
the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace
-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!
lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed
-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!
the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all
-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-
-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?
the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard
-she is here!
emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!
you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you
-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too
they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it
and when you did, it had the words
you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you
mikey
it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting
he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore
so this is love? ew
until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled
-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!
before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf
-thanks again mikey, i loved it
you loved it
-before you leave, i want to know something
you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times
he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks
oh, first love
-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter
-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done






a sweet thing called love
for tiny mikey
@keizos @kallikrein @nozomiasl @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @mqtsuno @blondbirb @lostinthe-jojos felt like tagging you guys, hope you all like it ! ♡
-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i’m sorry!
kindergarten it’s a weird period of a person’s life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception
he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind
there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy 4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now
it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching
mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present
the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:
his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school
young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you
see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty
and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you
so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune
he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner
a very much concerning thing coming from him
in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan
you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail
a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher
now, he just had to give it to you
but how?
it shouldn’t be that hard, right?
-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!
the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smiled turned into a disgusted grimace
-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!
lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed
-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!
the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all
-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-
-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?
the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard
-she is here!
emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!
you were just greeting grandpa sano, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you
-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too
they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it
and when you did, it had the words
you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you
mikey
it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting
he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore
so this is love? ew
until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled
-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!
before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf
-thanks again mikey, i loved it
you loved it
-before you leave, i want to know something
you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times
he was so ready for not taking a bath in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks
oh, first love
-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter
-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done






a sweet thing called love
for tiny mikey
@keizos @kallikrein @nozomiasl @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @mqtsuno @blondbirb @lostinthe-jojos felt like tagging you guys, hope you all like it ! ♡
-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i’m sorry!
kindergarten it’s a weird period of a person’s life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception
he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind
there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy 4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now
it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching
mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present
the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:
his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school
young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you
see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty
and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you
so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune
he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner
a very much concerning thing coming from him
in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan
you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail
a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher
now, he just had to give it to you
but how?
it shouldn’t be that hard, right?
-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!
the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace
-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!
lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed
-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!
the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all
-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-
-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?
the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard
-she is here!
emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!
you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you
-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too
they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it
and when you did, it had the words
you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you
mikey
it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting
he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore
so this is love? ew
until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled
-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!
before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf
-thanks again mikey, i loved it
you loved it
-before you leave, i want to know something
you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times
he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks
oh, first love
-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter
-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done




— A TORE COPPER COIN, IN THE BACK OF YOUR POCKET —
takeomi akashi x reader x shinichiro sano
angst. +2.5k words. @lostinthe-jojos @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @kallikrein @blondbirb in case you'd like to read it :)
coins always have two sides, heads or tails
there are always two versions for each story. just as the sun spreads its light, the latent darkness that remains hidden, later takes over everything around. what is defined as right, and what is known as wrong. the desperate crying and the constant laughter. good people and the ones that want see you fall to pieces. death and life
whether it was day or night, april or december, in those times of youth that now seem abandoned and marked forever with the traces of tires from multiple motorcycles and cigarette leftovers, they used to fight over everything
every aspect. every joke. every bet
they knew each other since they were infants, after all. always running around, chasing the one after the another
among their inseparable gang, shinichiro always challenged takeomi. and intentionally or not, he always won
from the most insignificant thing with the cheekiest and childish purpose, to the most serious matters about the future of their crescent gang his nature was like that, showing his affection to others in that particular way he could only manage to achieve, carefree, charismatic and noble
-what's so important about winning?- the older sano used to inquire his partner as if it were nothing, looking into his eyes, sideways. akashi's teeth twisted inside his mouth every single time. shinichiro spoke serenely, but to takeomi was a direct scream into his ear, buzzing, deafening. impending defeat. why things always have to be like this?
on one side, akashi was used to make himself look disinterested to his friend antics. the best at hiding his emotions, the best liar, the best at pretending. but deep down inside his guts, in the remotest part of his self, the growing feelings of resentment that took over him, only strengthened with time, wishing to be the winning voice, even if it was just for once
while on the other, resided shinichiro. that even when he shamefully lost in a fight, he owned the victory. when he was silent in an argument, he still had the reason, the upper hand above everyone. all of this unbeknownst to him, actually
heads or tails?
sano was the head after all, the leader, the great, the admirable. takeomi just watched all this happen from afar, second in command. in reality, it never bothered him that much since that was his place from the beginning, he was well aware of it
but he was also a greedy man, money and success ruined him, and he was never good at making decisions. that’s why he kept behind, always behind
he was weak, and he knew it
except that, if there was one thing takeomi longed to be the first to, other than winning stupid games against one of his comrates or some cash in a dangerous entrust. it was to be owner of your desire
exactly, that
it’s always been him and the guys, his crew against tokyo. but with shinichiro, it came you. and you may not be part of the world they both shared, but you were certainly equal in importance. you were always near, shinichiro’s love since middle school, his forever girl and the only thing he ever talked about. the four of them could rely on you anytime, you were just another member
a loving soul that added an undescribable warmth to takeomi’s monotonous life, and you weren’t even his
maybe that was the problem
he doesn’t exactly know when did it all start. sure, since the first moment he saw you, he could tell how alluring you were. shinichiro really scored, a nice smile, a delightful personality, a lovely pair of eyes, pretty hair, pretty body. he was speechless, that you were with a guy like sano? wakasa and benkei weren’t doing any better
not only that, quite dangerous feelings started to terrorize his mind at night, in the intimacy of his bed, with the moon as his only witness, while he soflty chanted your name before dawn, the forbidden prayers of a hidden sinner
those were the kind of things he started to seriously get worried about
it started innocent, it started subtle
from small gestures, like the blooming tingles he felt creeping in the tip of his fingers whenever he walked near you, and you both accidentaly grazed your hands. it meant nothing to you, but it surely did to him
to the serious issues that got harder him to ignore, to supress
like that one day, when it finally snapped it was pouring, and you were waiting for shinichiro outside of his newly opened store with a small umbrella as your shield, to bring him dinner, since he was staying late to finish the order of a client. but much to your misfortune, he was gone. probably running off to the store to get something he forgot. defeated, on your way home, you found akashi walking under the rain, drenching in his clothes, probably heading to s. s. motors too and when the two of you encountered each other, you decided to keep walking to part ways, not minding the already sopping clothes. both were casually talking with the water falling over yourselves in the middle of some street, when you saw how his hands were trembling, it was obvious, he was not around his usual cloud of smoke because of the weather and he was probably feeling a bit anxious. you were still using your umbrella, so you offered it entirely to him. now completely ruining your clothes in the process. he didn’t even react -what the hell are you doing?- he wasn’t expecting that at all, he is used to be the one who offers himself to others, in many ways more than just getting wet in the rain. he was already soaked, so it was no use -it’s been probably a while since you lighted a cigarette with this rain, so go on. i’ll hold it for you, sorry for not bringing a larger umbrella so we could both fit- and you grinned, inocently
it was such a naive thing, that’s just how you were. an effortlessly beautiful person. for an insignificant moment, you placed him before you, and you stood on the rain, the bento on you bag all wet, so he could smoke and calm himself for a few minutes before arriving home
a rather innecesary and weird thing to do, yes. nonetheless, it spoke a lot about how you were, caring and considerate. that’s why you were with shinichiro, and not him. there was no way he could possibly deserve you
then one night, he passed
and suddenly, on one grey afternoon you had to say goodbye to what remained of shinichiro in this world, and you were numb. you remember akashi waking you up, but you didn’t move. shin was not next to you in bed, how cold. you saw takeomi’s lips move, but you were not able to hear him. you stared at the corner, where some of shinichiro’s things stood, quiet and lonely. he undressed and prepared you to go out, what day was today? where was he taking you?
it was sano’s household, everyone were black dressed, and they all stared at you, faces full of sorrow
takeomi sat you down on the floor next to some people you couldn’t recognize, and when you finally lifted your head, you saw a picture of your boyfriend greeting you at the front, with that charming smile of his, all types of flowers, everywhere, and a small box in the middle with a black ribbon adorning it. please no, this is not real, please no
you shivered and left akashi’s side, slowly. he called you, but it was useless
wakasa and benkei noticed from the distance, standing against the door of the room, until both started walking towards you, something was odd
-sh-shin?- you leaned closer, and caressed the box the same way you were used to touch his cheek in the mornings, when you slept together. he was always warm. and now, it was all just lifeless, cold wood -there is no way he can fit in there. it must be hard to breathe. it's just a tiny box, he is not there. benkei, where is him? is he really there? take him out, he can't breathe! akashi! please, please help him, it must be difficult to be in there alone. please! someone!- the three of them were now next to you, trying to calm you down, keeping the most quietly possible. you were shouting, crying, whispering, all at the same time. it was real
he was gone
-take her out, she is going to scare the kids- benkei looked at takeomi, while he held you close to his chest. you were sobbing and babbling incoherences
-shh, it's okay, pretty. we are here, everything will be fine, he is fine- wakasa stroked you hair gently, he then looked around, searching for the younger ones
-please help him, please- you couldn’t keep your eyes open and you started to feel how the air in your lungs left your body, everything went dark
-y/n! y/n! she is fainting- takeomi held you tightly and grabbed your face, seeing how you grew unconscious with every passing second
-then hurry the fuck up! she needs air, take her out! i’ll go with mikey and emma, they don’t need to worry over this- wakasa mentioned, and left the three of you. benkei followed him soonly after
akashi went to the backyard, there were no people and it all seemed full of gloom. he sat down, leaning on one of the walls to hold you between his arms. your lips parted slightly and you began to breathe normally again
how did this even happen? why him?
his eyes were on you, watching you gain your composture again. you blinked very subtly, and one of your hands weakly got up to fondle his neck, tenderly
you were the most sacred thing to him in his small infamous world. where he was the god of war and you ruled by his side
he wanted you more than all that for which he cried at night after going to sleep, when he was a kid, and he lost a fight. all those foolish dreams couldn’t compare to you
beautiful, kind
he got near to your lips, and he stared at them in a trance, he wanted it
he wanted it badly
so he finally did it
the light touch of his lips rested on yours, and he tasted the victory that he has longed for, all these years
the victory that has never belonged to him
he moved away and you looked at him directly, with your eyelids half closed, to then whisper
-shin?-
no
no, it wasn't him. he was no one in particular
-i love you-
no
those weren’t words for him, he knew it. you were hallucinating, rambling in the middle of the bliss within your unconsciousness. you didn’t love him. his heart was yours entirely, but your soul and whole being belonged to shinichiro sano, your forever foolish lover
and in this fleeting moment, you saw him in takeomi. it was all a fantasy, a brief and painful one. the last moment you would share with shin now that he is gone, and only the shadow of him remains, a greedy man who will never have your desire
but he was satisfied
he couldn’t ask for more
in that instant, he had what he most wanted, and even if it was a lie, he would live in it forever
-i love you too-
and he meant it. every breath, every blink of his eyes, every caress to your wet cheeks. he meant it all
he was giving himself into you
he loved you, more than what he could understand
but it was not right
-what the fuck do you think you are doing, huh?-
trapped in his illusion, ears deaf to the footsteps coming his way. benkei took him by the collar of his shirt and made him drop you abruptly, he didn’t expect it. air leaving his lungs when he impacted the wall, it hurt him
-answer me you bitch, this is not time for your bullshit- benkei’s gaze had an unbridled anger, the same one he uses in fights to terrorize his opponents, only that this time, it was totally raw and authentic, he couldn’t feel any other way, he was disgusted
-how did you dare to take advantage of her in such a state?-
-i’m sorry-
slap
-oh your sorry? for her? for me?- he was looking for the answer in his eyes, almost harassing him. akashi couldn’t lift his stare from your weak figure on the floor -or for you? and how miserable you are? huh?-
slap
-you are lucky i was the one who saw you, wakasa would have already fucking smashed your pathetic skull-
-i’m in love with her, benkei. and it’s not something new-
slap
his cheeks were bleeding, skin split open. but he said it, it was unbearable, just a matter of time
he has never said it out loud, to anyone. he shouldn’t, but it was done now
-i don't give a fuck. she was shinichiro's woman, that he isn't around anymore doesn't give you the right nor the permission to go and try stupid delusional bullshit like this. learn to live with it- benkei’s voice faltered for a second at the mention of his friend, in sour realization. those were words they would have to get used to, unfortunately
a dry and emotionless laugh emanated from takeomi
-and what do you think i've trying to do all this fucking time, huh?-
benkei remained silent for 34 seconds, to be exact, both only staring at each other. guilt, sorrow and misery mingled together to form a thick aura between them, dull as cigarette smoke and distressing as betrayal
-well try harder. she is not yours, she will never be. so get your shit together-
-death did them apart- he stood in silence, realizing what he just said. he didn’t really mean it, his poisonous heart was clouding his mind out of pure despair. he could already feel the loneliness creeping through his veins, and he couldn’t stand it
benkei just barked a laugh, pathetic as always, he could only think
-but i’m sure they will be together again someday, motherfucker. so stay away from her until then-
benkei picked you up from the floor and took care of your delicate state himself, while takeomi just watched you walk away from him, once again
even after shinichiro's death, he kept himself in the dark. second in command. he never changed, he could still hear his orders in his mind, vividly. he was not enough to be a leader, he was not enough for anything at all
and his feelings never changed, either
he would be there for you, always. hoping that one day you may look at him the same way you used to look at sano
nothing really changed
shinichiro and takeomi were the two sides of the same torn coin, plated in the same way
heads or tails?
takeomi akashi stayed as the tore copper coin on the back of your pocket
he remained there, silent
he remained there, alone
forever missing his other half
and waiting for you, to give it a use in your grieving slot machine heart, someday

AKKUN MY BABYYYYYY
LATE | SENDOU ATSUSHI

there are a few constants in atsushi’s life.
he takes lunch at 12:15 every day no matter if there is a rush or not and eats at the little noodle shop on the corner of the street. takemichi and the rest of his friends come by interchangeably for cuts at least once or week (or just to annoy the shit out of him while he works). the stray cat outside his apartment window who paws and scratches at it every time he comes home begging to be let inside.
and you.
he’s not really sure when exactly he noticed you, but it feels like he’s known you forever. it’s as he’s closing the salon, locking the door after he’s shut off all the lights and cleaned up for the night, and you walk by. you must be getting off work, because he notices how tired you look—not in a bad way! just a noticeable one—and the way you always stifle a yawn as you wave at him and say hello.
for a while that’s all it is, a coincidence of you walking by on the sidewalk the same time that he’s closing, a brief nod and hello and goodnight just to be polite. he doesn’t know you, hasn’t the slightest idea of who you are, but he thinks he’d like to.
he gets the opportunity one night when he’s late closing up. he thinks he’s missed you, running late on his schedule so surely you’d be gone and passed by now. but no, as he steps out of the salon doors there you are.
no, literally you’re right there as he hits you with the door.
akkun doesn’t think his cheeks have ever burnt so hot or he’s wanted to be swallowed up by the earth more as he watches you clutch your forehead and your things clatter to the ground. what a way to properly introduce himself, he thinks.
“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he sputters, instantly dropping down to help retrieve your things.
and the universe must hate him—and you—because you bend at the same time and your foreheads slam together.
the both of you fall back on your asses on the concrete, now both clutching your foreheads, items forgotten in front of you. akkun wants to die on the spot, honestly, and opens his mouth to apologize for knocking you upside the head twice—two times more than he had ever planned to—but before he gets the chance you’re bursting out in laughter.
akkun thought it was just your smile that was contagious, but in that moment he learns that your laugh is too as chuckles of his own bubble out of his throat.
“i‘m really sorry,” he breathes in between giggles, palm still pressed to his head as he looks at you, eyes crinkled and warm.
“it’s fine,” you wave off, shaking your head to try to clear out your jumbled brain. “you really knocked me off my feet, huh?”
there’s a halt inside atsushi’s chest, a screeching in his mind that sends him a little dumb and a whole lot dizzy. because not only are you apparently not mad that he knocked you senseless, but you’re even telling jokes? something he’s almost certain is a half assed pick up line?
yeah, he falls in love on the spot.
things change from then on out. it’s no longer just rushed hellos and polite grins thrown at each other in the late of the night. you wave at atsushi as soon as you round the corner and indulge him in small talk as he locks the door. he waits on you—because yes, he’s started watching for you to see if you’ve passed by the salon yet—just so he can spend those few slim minutes underneath the flickering street lamps.
and he, slowly and carefully, works up the courage for what he finally does tonight.
“hey,” atsushi greets, as soon as you come into his line of sight.
tonight, he was lucky. you were running late again, a good fifteen minutes after the time you normally walk by, and he was banking on that all day because he wanted it to be special. as he fidgets with the two drinks in his hand he starts to question whether or not running to the cafe on the corner was a good idea. he’s not even sure you like this drink. shit, what if you were allergic to something in it?
he’s feeling that whole ‘earth please swallow me up’ sensation again.
“hey,” you smile, but it’s tired and your eyes don’t crinkle up all the way. a long day, akkun knows the feeling. “how was work, atsushi?”
you can’t see it because of how dim the lights are but a flush rises to his cheeks. atsushi, you say, and you have no idea what it does to him. he’s probably the only person who’d find it more flustering to have his crush call him by his real name rather than a stupid childhood nickname. but hearing it from you? it makes his tummy feel funny.
“oh, you know. same old same old,” he shrugs, mirroring your grin. he looks down at his hands out of habit, a nervous little tick, and remembers the drink in his hand. instantly, he holds it out to you, cheeks reddening even more. “here, i got you, uhm..”
“oh!” and your eyes light up in the way akkun absolutely loves as you reach for it without a single ounce of hesitation. “that’s so sweet of you. thank you.”
“it’s no problem, really. just wanted to do something to—for! for you.” atsushi bites his tongue, mentally kicks himself as he stands there on the sidewalk outside his salon, and wishes he had a single ounce of smooth talk in his body.
but suddenly you’re taking a step closer to him and your hand is pressing to his chest and you’re leaning in real close and, oh.
you kiss his cheek, and he thinks he might pass out.
“thank you,” you repeat, taking a sip from it and sending a smile up to him that has his knees going weak and his head floating a mile high. he’s sure there’s hearts in his eyes like some cheesy little cartoon. “i love it.”
“i love you,” akkun mumbles, then freezes, and you laugh as he closes his eyes and sputters over himself. “oh my god no. no i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what i—oh my god.”
“hey hey, don’t worry about it,” you wave off, and your hand is still on his chest. his heartbeat hammers beneath it as he looks down at you, chewing the edge of his lip. “you’re really cute, atsushi.”
“thank.. you?” he rubs the back of his neck, lips a sheepish tilt.
“you’re welcome.” finally, you drop your hand off his chest and for a second akkun’s heart drops to his feet at that. but then your fingers brush his, and he finds himself looking down nervously right at them. “so, walk with me?”
atsushi’s nodding before he even fully registers your question, eyes following you as you walk past and start heading down the sidewalk. you make it a few steps before looking over your shoulder, head canted to the side as you laugh out a ‘coming?’ to his still little figure. he’s bolting into action so fast he nearly trips over his own feet and you bite your lip to stop the giggle that threatens to bubble out.
it takes a whole three blocks before atsushi even realizes he’s walking the entire opposite direction of his apartment and this most certainly wasn’t what he had planned for tonight.
but when you thank him at your doorstep and lean in to kiss more than just his cheek?
he has no complaints in the slightest.

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WARMER | RYUGUJI KEN

you cross your arms over your chest and shrink into yourself a little bit as another wave of goosebumps run down you, and you come to the aggravating revelation that your weather app is a liar.
“sure you’re good?” mitsuya asks beside you, chuckle lacing his voice, sending an amused glance in your direction as he averts his attention from the fight a few yards away.
“i’m fine,” you huff, frowning at the way your voice wavers and even more so when mitsuya just laughs again before turning his attention back forward. you try to follow his lead, focus on the way takemichi is punching some guy in the face. a weak attempt to ignore your shivers.
it wasn’t supposed to be cold today. sure, fall has started and the temperature is dropping, but when you checked the broadcast before coming it wasn’t supposed to be too bad. maybe chilly enough that you should’ve brought a light jacket, but warm enough that you would be fine without it.
it was supposed to be decent, not freezing.
there’s a few swings here, some half asses punches there, the occasional failed kick thrown in, and suddenly you’re too bored to use the little training match as a distraction to combat your dilemma. you shiver again, rubbing at your arms, and suddenly a figure comes into view on your left.
when you look up you’re met with the eyes of draken, blank expression save for the slight crease in his brow as he stares down at you. his bangs hang in his eyes, blowing slightly as a breeze drifts through.
“hey, kenny,” you smile, sheepishly you must admit, as you try to choke down the chattering of your teeth.
he looks at you a second longer, gaze burning all the way into your soul it feels like, before he turns his attention to the center of the makeshift fight ring that’s going on.
“dumbass,” he mumbles, low and deep, as he looks onward.
“rudeass,” you counter. a pout tugs at your lips and if your arms weren’t already crossed over your chest then this would be the perfect timing to do so.
“it’s not rude if it’s true.” and you want to punch him, take him out in that ring instead, because can’t he see you’re suffering enough here without his berating?
“that doesn’t even—whatever. besides i’m fine, so.”
“pfft yeah,” draken scoffs, turns his eyes down at you again as the edges of his lips quirk up into the faintest signs of a smirk. “shivering to death. totally fine.”
“i’m going to stab you,” you threaten, narrowing your eyes up at him, trying to seem as intimidating as possible with your glare.
then draken leans down, bends at the waist until he’s at your level, eyes never once leaving yours even as he gets closer, right in your little bubble. it feels static almost, and you can feel him without even needing to touch. his breath is warm as it fans across your face when he opens his mouth.
“get in line, sweetheart.”
and he grins now, completely open and oh so charming as mikey calls the fight and tells draken to show the boys how it’s really done. he slips the jacket from his shoulders and drapes it over yours before making his way towards the ring. he looks back to you, smug expression too attractive for his own good, cant of his lips a bit too cocky for your liking.
“and hey,” he calls, rolling his shoulders out as he steps one foot into the ring, “keep that warm for me, yeah?”
you roll your eyes at him, but even your annoyance can’t stamp down the smile that tugs the edges of your lips as fully bury yourself into draken’s jacket.
and maybe you do cheer as he sends the first punch to his opponent’s gut. and maybe you are just a tad bit too excited for practice regimen spars. and maybe you actually shush mitsuya as he tries to make a cheeky remark because you’re too focused on the blond kicking ass a few yards away from you.
none of that matters now though, because the shivering has stopped, the goosebumps are gone, and you’re warmer.
but you aren’t too sure that’s from the jacket.

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[ 𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔
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you may have fallen first, but rindou thinks he fell harder.
and that’s not to say you don’t love him—you love him impossibly more each day, but rindou thinks his love for you runs deeper in a way no one else’s can.
simply put: he never thought he’d love at all, and the way your heart beat is the rhythm he matches his too, the way you make the lines he draws for himself so blurred that he doesn’t know where they lie anymore, he thinks that he loves rather intensely. and perhaps you do most of the kiss initiating, and maybe you reach first for all the hand holding, and it’s true that you’ve always pressed yourself into his side before he’s wrapped his arm around your torso, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re loved any less.
but when he hears the small chuckles from the men surrounding him, downing drink after drink and losing more and more holds on their tongues as the topic of your relationship surfaces, he’s left to wonder, what really has he done to prove your love is equally reciprocated?
he decides to offer you an answer today, even if you’d never even asked.
“stand here,” rindou grunts, standing you in front of the mirror and turning you to look into it. you furrow your brows, tilting your head to the side as he unbuttons his shirt, opening the top to reveal his toned chest. eyeing the exposed skin, you gulp.
“why’re you undressing in front of the mirror with me watching?” you mumble, and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head.
“stop being horny,” he grumbles.
“‘m not,” you pout, crossing your arms. “you’re the horny one, not me, rin. now what are you doing?” there’s a shine to his skin you notice from the distance, squinting through the mirror to get a better look, but he angles his body away so you can’t see.
“would you just listen?” he snaps, huffing. “close your eyes.”
“huh? why?” groaning, he rubs his face, looking at you with a tired expression. he doesn’t understand why you always insist on being so difficult—it’s a simple direction to follow, really, and he’s just trying to do something sweet for you.
“why don’t you listen to me and find out? you wanna hear it in a different language or something? close your eyes,” he demands, reaching over and pressing his hand over your face—albeit softly—to cover your line of sight. huffing, you close your eyes like he asks, instinctively grabbing his wrist and holding on.
“okay, okay. i closed them, you’re so pushy,” you mumble, and he purses his lips, staring at you for a moment. and for the longest time, he’s wondered why your penchant to talk back has always made him want to hear more of your voice instead of throw you across the room—though right now, he realizes he kind of wants to do both.
but more than anything, he wants to prove to you that he does love you, that it’s not an empty claim with no emotions to back it up. slowly, he removes the clear bandaging over the new tattoo inked on his skin, right on his collarbone as you shuffle impatiently for him to finish.
“no peeking,” he warns. “i’m serious.” groaning, you slump your shoulder, pout deepening that he knows you so well. he fights back a small grin, rolling his eyes at you.
“you’re taking so long,” you whine. it’s been thirty seconds at most—and you often have it in you to be one for theatrics, but he can’t really say he hates it. with one last tug, the bandage comes free, and rindou takes your hand and brings you into his chest.
“keep them closed,” he breathes, whispering the words against your forehead as he presses one, two, three kisses along your cheeks and jaw, stopping to nibble on your ear lightly. “i love you,” he says simply.
and it’s not fancy, it never really is, and it likely won’t often be, but it’s perfect no less. it’s raw, and unadulterated, and it’s rindou—and that’s exactly what you signed up for.
you smile against his chest, trailing a hand up and rubbing the smooth skin slowly, fingers tracing over the lines of his existing tattoo that you know by heart after all this time.
“i love you too,” you whisper. “is this all you’re gonna do? because you didn’t have to undress with me in front of the mirro—”
“you never stop talking, do you?” he mutters, but still, there’s a fondness in his voice that you couldn’t misplace even if you tried. and rindou’s not fond of too many things—he barely tolerates most of them, but he enjoys you. he basks in your presence, he drinks in the moments he steals with you, engraving them in the deepest crevices of his brain.
you’ve shoved your way into his life and you’ve made your mark, and he thinks it’s about time he shows you that.
“i’m gonna open my eyes without your permission if you keep being mean,” you warn, and he flicks your forehead, making you swat his hand away. the frown on your face tempts him to press a kiss to your lips.
instead, he tilts your head towards his collarbone.
“okay, open,” he finally says, and you don’t hesitate, opening your eyes and searching for whatever it could be he wants to show you. and you can’t miss it, not even if you’d wanted to.
in perfect, neat, simple writing, reads your name across his skin, inked freshly over his collarbone. your eyes widen, staring at the letters in disbelief as he smirks down at you slightly.
“is that…did you…you really got—”
“speechless, huh?” he smirks wider, and the expression makes you want to shove him away. and maybe you would, if it weren’t for his arms around your waist, keeping you firmly in place. “can never form a full sentence around me, can you?” he asks in a cocky voice.
“would you shut up for one second?” you spit, narrowing your eyes at him. “how are you gonna be so insufferable even when you’re trying to be romantic?”
“i’m already romantic,” he glares, flicking your forehead once more, and you move to bite his retreating fingers, making him stare at you in disbelief as you smile smugly at him. “i’m getting this covered up first thing tomorrow,” he grunts. giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck, and suddenly, your eyes go soft—and he hates to admit that he exhales shakily at the sight.
“what’s the occasion? this surprise, i mean,” you murmur. shrugging, he looks at your chin instead of your eyes—or maybe your lips, at this point you’re not entirely sure.
“wanted to show you i love your annoying ass. and that you’re mine,” he adds at the end, a little more emphasis at the statement, making your heart beat erratically. and you wonder if he’s ever noticed that increase in rhythm—because it’s all he’d need to know that his statement is true in all of its entirety.
“you…you tattooed my name on your chest so you could claim me as yours? that’s a little possessive…i love it,” you grin, poking his cheek. “that’s real sexy.”
“i do not want you or this anymore,” he says blankly. “i’m getting rid of it—” and suddenly, he’s cut off and being kissed. hard.
your hands gently cradle his face, pressing your lips hard onto his as you move impossibly closer into his embrace. and if you didn’t know by now that haitani rindou is utterly in love with you, enamored by your entire existence—you certainly do after this, and you hope he knows that the feelings are completely mutual.
“i love you,” you whisper, pulling away. “i love this, and i love you.” he grips your waist tightly.
“i love you too,” he mumbles.
“i know,” you nod, and the tiniest sliver of relief floods his chest. “you’re so obsessed with me, you got it written in bold,” you say with a wide grin. and if he didn’t love your stupid smile and your stupid voice so deeply, he’d hate the cockiness in your demeanor.
“never thought i’d regret a tattoo so soon,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.
and this time, when your lips curl into a pretty little pout, he does kiss them, again and again and again—just so he’s sure you know the answer to the question you never had to ask.
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this is for ris, always the y/n in my rindou stuff. here’s the tattoo you wanted him to get bae <3
[ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ] — 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄
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college au! baji for his birthday even though i’m kind of late lol
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baji swears the world is out to get him. he felt like he fought for his life passing literature in middle and high school, and now he has to battle for it all over again in LIT 1301 class—in a damned overpopulated university campus with too many idiots that don’t know how to park properly.
just yesterday, he watched someone scratch another vehicle right before his eyes, simply driving off as if nothing happened. he wonders how he’s meant to survive three more years here, and he’s not even halfway to finishing this first one. surely his mother will understand if he drops out, he thinks, surely she can’t cry if he never failed—he’ll just simply drop out before he can.
and then he meets you, the quiet and studious classmate he shares lit with, sitting in the corner of the library typing away on your laptop. he’s almost positive you’re working on that essay that’s due in two weeks, and if he wasn’t so salty at your work ethic, he’d be slightly impressed.
“hey,” he snaps at you, making you glance up. a few people turn to look at him, harsh glares being thrown your ways at his lack of whispering skills. “you’re in lit with that old raisin from eleven to twelve thirty pm right?”
you blink up at him.
“you mean professor d—”
“yeah, yeah, the old man that’s about to expire. him,” he grunts. another glare gets thrown in your direction.
“i—okay whatever, yeah. i am. and please whisper. this is a library in case you didn’t realize,” you glare. for a second, baji is taken aback. he was sure you were the quiet innocent type, but it seems you’re a bit bolder than he’d initially given you credit for.
he shoves aside your books and pens across the table and moves your backpack from the chair beside you to the floor, sitting himself on it and turning your laptop to his view.
“so, what’s your essay topic—”
“what are you doing?” you hiss, smacking his hand and grabbing your laptop back. he catches a glimpse of the page count, and this time, he really is much too impressed to be salty at your progress. he stares down at the hand you smacked, then back up at you, then back down to his hand again.
you truly are a bold one.
“did you just smack my hand?” he growls.
“you just grabbed my laptop,” you snarl back. “you’re lucky i didn’t smack your face, but i’d rather not get kicked out. this is my favorite spot on campus.”
go figure, he thinks to himself, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. you really seem to live up to his assumptions. still, something about you peaks baji’s interests. you have no problems dishing out the same attitude back, and on any other occasion, he’d be pissed—but somehow, you excite him just a little.
rolling his eyes, he mumbles, “shocker. who would’ve seen that one coming?”
your eye twitches at the sarcasm.
“who even are you? and why are you bugging me?” he almost wants to offer a snarky response, but he holds his tongue—you probably wouldn’t be willing to help after that. swallowing his pride, baji glances at your paper for a moment before reluctantly meeting your eyes. he bites back a scowl at your expression.
“baji keisuke. from lit class with the raisin. help me on my paper,” he says simply. you blink for a moment, processing his words before scowling at them.
“why would i do that? you didn’t even say please,” you snarl. clenching his fists, he counts to three in his head.
“please?” he smiles sarcastically, and you know his words are everything but sincere.
but for some odd reason, as much as he annoys you, you can’t stop yourself from blurting, “how far along are you?” he shrugs.
“dunno. haven’t started,” he responds cooly, planting his feet on the table. the librarian shoots him a warning glance, and you watch in utter fascination as he rolls his eyes at her before putting them back down.
you wonder how someone can be so shameless.
“how am i supposed to help you if you haven’t even star—”
“i don’t know where to start,” he grumbles. “literature isn’t really my strongest class.”
“i’m starting to think no class is,” you raise a brow. this time he chuckles, turning to face you—and you almost want to hear the sound of his laugh again.
“you’d be right,” he nods, shooting you a grin. a small part of you grows soft at the sight, and for some reason unbeknownst to you, your heart rate increases slightly. “i’ll meet you here tomorrow at the same time and we’ll get started. i’m just aiming to pass,” he assures. “so no shakespeare level essays neede—hey, is that a vet textbook?”
looking to where he points, you look down at the anatomy textbook in your pile of things he’s shoved before nodding.
“yeah, i want to be a vet,” you mumble, “why?” and baji’s never been interested in someone like this before—not like he suddenly is with you. and he only comes to class because attendance is twenty percent of his grade—and knowing him, he needs every percent he can get—but he’s starting to think maybe he’ll actually have something to look forward to next class.
it’ll also be an added plus that he gets to see the look of irritation on your face when he plops his things down directly beside you too.
he turns back to face you again, flashing you a toothy grin.
“never mind. change of location, we’ll meet at a cafe. going to the library for the first date is kind of lame,” he shrugs. grabbing your pen and your hand, he ignores the light gasp you let out as he starts scribbling on your palm, writing down his number in messy handwriting. “text me so i can send you details. don’t be late okay?”
and before you can protest, he stands up and leaves, hands in his pockets as he strolls out of the library. you watch his retreating figure in bewilderment. but as you glance down at the number on your palm, noticing the small baji he wrote in parentheses next to the digits, you can’t deny the small bit of excitement that pools in your heart.
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[ 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐍
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ran watches with a ghost of a smile on his face as you eat lunch, happily rambling about your day so far. he’s about to take a bite from his own meal when you call his name gently.
he likes the way his name falls from your pretty lips, rolling past your tongue in a manner he thinks was made specifically for his name alone.
and he wants to hear it for the rest of eternity, and the eternity beyond that.
“ran, is your brother…by any chance free tonight,” you mumble quietly. he snorts, raising a brow up.
“what do you need with rindou?” huffing, you glare at him, crossing your arms as you shrug. it doesn’t take a genius to know that there’s heat flared to your cheeks.
“why do you need to know? i just need to talk to him, is all.” he doesn’t like the way a surge of jealousy waves over him, consuming every crevice of his body, but ran doesn’t let it show. instead, he offers you a playful grin as he narrows his eyes at you.
“why’s that? gonna tell him you’re in love with him or something?” he doesn’t expect the way you basically give yourself whiplash with how fast you look away, nervously wringing your hands as you avoid his eyes.
he shouldn’t have asked, he thinks. maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with the feeling of his plummeting heart.
“maybe,” you grumble. he stares at you for a moment, trying to figure you out. “okay fine, yes. now answer the question.”
for a moment, there’s a hot, white, searing pain in his chest, right where his heart is. and ran has to fist his pants to keep himself composed, swallowing harshly before pulling himself together.
“yeah,” he clears his throat, throwing you a lazy smirk—it’s tight and forced. “yeah, he’s free tonight.” a bright grin erupts across your face, and you nod excitedly.
“okay, great. i’ll tell him. you think he’ll say yes?” the nervousness in your voice makes him bitter. bitter at the world, at you, at his brother—but mostly himself. why couldn’t he be enough to catch your eye? what had you seen in his younger brother of all people?
and ran knows his brother will say yes, even if rindou’s never mentioned anything about you to him, he can see the same subtle hints of softness in rindou that he himself reserves for you too. he’s always held onto the hope that you’d be his in the end.
but, if it means you and rindou are happy, he thinks he can bear the feeling of his soul crumbling.
“‘m sure he will,” he looks off ahead, past your shoulder and into the distance. he couldn’t meet your eyes if he tried. “he’s an asshole, not an idiot.”
your soft chuckle rings through his ears, making his head spin as you murmur, “i hope so. thanks, ran. i’ll tell him tonight then.”
his heart finally sinks to the bottom at your words.
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DEAR FUCKING LORD I CANT STAND THIS



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[ 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍)
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for @myakkun ‘s happily ever after & forevers collab
notes: pregnant! reader / afab! reader
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draken hates the pregnancy pillow.
he hates it with a passion that burns throughout depths so deep, he’s unsure how he’s put up with it for so long. and by so long, it’s really only been a few days, but your bed doesn’t really allow much room for him with the giant pillow, therefore he’s stuck in the guest room.
and he hates it. he wants to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth, he wants to kiss your lips goodnight as your eyes close slowly, he wants to rub your belly and feel your baby kick, and he wants to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—but mostly, he really just wants to be there, just so he can make sure himself that you’re okay.
because that’s his job, and this is his family. his. he’s never had one—not like this anyway. it’s the homely kind where he gets to come to a house and listen to sock-clad feet run to him, the kind where saturdays are reserved for movies and dinners and evening strolls in the park. he’s always wanted one, and he’s so, so close to making it a reality. but the tiniest part of his brain in the far back corner whispers that it’s all too good to be true.
and he wants nothing more than for it to be true, and he wants to be there to watch over you so he can make sure of it, but the damned pillow coming in the way makes that a tad bit difficult.
“goodnight, kenny,” you murmur, settling into bed against the large cushion. “see you in the morning.” draken fights the urge to toss it out the window, lips curling into a tiny pout as he eyes the cramped bit of free space beside you.
“ah...i think...i think i’ll stay in here tonight,” he mumbles. “it’s cold in that room.” frowning, you tilt your head in confusion.
“cold? isn’t that room usually warmer than—”
“well, i hate it in there,” he blurts. and he almost kicks himself, instantly regretting the words when he sees the look on your face. you’re too good for this world, too good for him, too good to be staring at him with guilt in your eyes.
“do you want me to get rid of the pillow?” you ask quietly, and to his dismay, he hears you sniffle. panic sets in.
“n-no! baby, of course not. if it helps you sleep better, that’s all i care about. you’re carrying my baby, after all. don’t...don’t worry your pretty little head over—”
“why didn’t you tell me? now i feel awful,” you say with teary eyes. his own eyes widen, and he stares at you, unsure of how to fix what he’s started. your lips wobble slightly, and his composure cracks a little.
“‘s not on you, babe, i—”
“i’m...i’m the worst aren’t i?” you pout, voice cracking as you stare at him sadly, “just so selfish. you can’t sleep in our bed cause of me.” and he knows this isn’t really you speaking, he knows your emotions are a bit out of tune right now, but he can’t help but take even the smallest of your woes seriously.
“no,” he sighs. “no, of course not. you’re the best,” he says gently, sitting beside you and cupping your face with his large hand, rubbing over your cheek with his thumb. “you’re an angel. carrying our baby, lookin’ all pretty, still taking care of me when you should be relaxing” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”
“best you ever had?” you sniffle hopefully. he chuckles, nodding.
“best of the best.”
“so that means you’ve had plenty before me, huh?” you raise a brow, and he sighs, preparing himself to stay calm as your mood shifts. but he thinks he likes you this way, pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy—because you’re pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy and his.
“i knew that i wanted to see you round and pregnant with my child the moment i laid eyes on you,” he nods with faux seriousness, “never felt that with anyone else.” you giggle, rolling your eyes, and even though he chuckles, he sags slightly in relief.
“that’s perverted ken,” you snort.
“no, it’s dedicated,” he grins. and his hand lays gently over your bump, robbing soft circles over it as he stares down admiringly.
draken’s never been soft. he’s rough around the edges, and sometimes he says things rather tersely, but he’s love. in its rawest form, he is love. it’s his nature to care, and the annoying texts he sends constantly to check if you’ve drunk enough water, and the stupid way his hand hovers over corners of tables when you approach even if you’re a few feet away, and the way he sleeps in the hellish empty little guest room just so you can be comfortable are all ways he proves that through and through, draken is love.
he’s your love, and he loves you.
“would you like to spend the night in here? with me?” you ask.
“i think you mean us,” he corrects. “my little man is here too,” he leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your belly.
“it could be your little girl,” you point out with a roll of your eyes. “but fine, would you like to join us in bed tonight?”
“what about your pillow? ya don’t need it?” he asks hesitantly. you shake your head, smiling gently as you sit up and set it down on the floor.
“not if you hold me,” you murmur.
“well, if you insist,” he hums happily, instantly crawling into bed beside you, “could never deny you.” you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly, and he chuckles too. and soon, you’re both laughing in synch—happy and together and ready for the grueling realities of parenthood. he holds you in his arms, kisses your lips, and rubs a hand over your belly to feel your baby kick, ready to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—just like he’s been wanting to. “and by the way, i’m definitely having a little man.”
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a/n: i am two hours late to submitting BUT technically this is my second submission, and my first was the first in the whole collab
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best thing ever



TOKYO REVENGERS DAD SERIES!
when their child asks how babies are made!
PART ONE
when their child interrupts!
PART ONE PART TWO
when you tell him you’re pregnant!
PART ONE

THE BUILD UP
THE MOTHERFUCKING BUILD UP
THIS IS SO CREATIVE IM GOING INSANE
THE LAWBREAKER

STARRING + MANJIRO SANO X FEM!READER
FEATURING + SANZU HARUCHIYO, RAN HAITANI, RINDOU HAITANI, KOKONOI HAJIME, KAKUCHO HITTO, TAKEOMI AKASHI, KANJI MOCHIZUKI [MORE TO BE ADDED]
CONTAINS + SMUT, CRIME, INVESTIGATION, GAMBLING, SEX WORK, ANGST, ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, LOVE TRIANGLE, USE OF DRUGS, STRONG LANGUAGE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, TOXIC THEMES, USE OF GUNS, VIOLENCE [MORE TO BE ADDED]
MAIN MASTERLIST + MINORS DNI
from guilt trip lies to worthless sacrifices– becoming involved into the lawless life of world renowned criminal, manjiro sano, may just be your biggest regret to date.


ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT CRIME GROUP ‘BONTEN’ !

❏ LEADER: MANJIRO SANO ┆$20,000,000 bounty
❏ NUMBER 2: SANZU HARUCHIYO ┆$10,000,000 bounty
❏ NUMBER 3: KAKUCHO HITTO ┆$10,000,000 bounty
❏ EXECUTIVE: RAN HAITANI ┆$10,000,000 bounty
❏ EXECUTIVE: RINDOU HAITANI ┆$10,000,000 bounty
❏ EXECUTIVE: KOKONOI HAJIME ┆$10,000,000 bounty
❏ EXECUTIVE: KANJI MOCHIZUKI ┆$10,000,000 bounty
❏ ADVISOR: TAKEOMI AKASHI ┆$10,000,000 bounty

FOUNDING LOCATION: JAPAN
ALLIES: UNKNOWN
HIDEOUT LOCATION(S): UNKNOWN
ACTIVITIES: DRUG TRAFFICKING, MONEY LAUNDERING, WEAPON TRAFFICKING, SEX TRAFFICKING, MURDER, KIDNAPPING
STATUS: ACTIVE



CHAPTER GUIDE

CHAPTER ONE ┆HE’S GOT A NEW BOUNTY
coming soon
MORE CHAPTERS TO COME

© R-INDOU
ON TOP OF THE WORLD — various characters !


synopsis: topping the tokrev boys! (i guess?)
warning: [baji]: daddy kink, size kink (?) [kazutora]: dom!reader, creampie, whiny brat!tora. [sanzu] mean dom!haru, possessiveness & jealousy. [rindou] jealous!reader, implied breeding. [mitsuya] cockwarming, exhibitionism, kinda mean!mitsuya, degradation, implied tummy bulge
kit’s note: i was in a silly goofy mood when i wrote this… oh yes & happy new years !
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baji keisuke
you were needy. needier than normal. the thought of baji’s fat dick inside your wet cunt plagued your mind like a disease and you need to live out the fantasy. baji, on the other hand, was not having a good day. he was stressed, to say the least, and while he always wants to make you feel good, the thought wasn’t sitting in his head. that was till you started whining out his name and begging for him to please you… maybe you could help relieve some of that stress.
“daddy!” you squeal, cunt grasping around his cock as you slide down, pressing your palms flat against his strong chest. “s-so big… oh, god!”
he groans, watching how his perfect lil pussy is swallowing his cock whole. “gonna make daddy feel good, baby?” he questions, though it’s rhetoric. he knows you will, there hasn’t been a single day where you haven’t made him feel like he’s on cloud nine.
you nod, letting a high pitched moan once bottoming out. you toss your head back and claw at his pecs. baji’s hands smooth over the sides of your waist, squeezing ever so gently. he hums, thrusting into you and relishing in the way you cry as he stirs up your insides.
“get to movin,’ pretty, i don’t got all day,” he says, softly, tracing feathery circles into the skin. “gotta get back to work in a lil.” he smiles at the frown growing on your face.
you sniffle, words slightly slurred as you grind and grind into him while purposefully tightening around him every once in awhile, “feel’s good?” it’s meek, craving his validation and praise.
he hums, eyes fluttering closed as his lips part to speak, “mhm… feels fuckin’ perfect, baby… exactly what i needed.”
hanemiya kazutora
kazutora can and very much will fuck you if that’s really what you want, but he likes it when you lead. he likes when he has no control and he’s crying overstimulated tears and you’re basking it all in. today, he was being particularly bratty for attention which was a near fatal mistake on his part.
“‘tora, you know i hate it when i have to be mean,” you give him a faux pout, riding his cock and refusing to let him cum for the nth time. you’ve already came twice now, both times nearly making him bust a load inside— he didn’t, though! he wants to be good for you. plus he knows cumming with your permission makes it so much better than without.
he hiccups and sobs, blubbering out, “wan’na cum! please, wanna feel good,” and it’s pathetic. he’s aware, yet he never cares. you don’t either. the disheveled state he’s in, drool slipping past his swollen pink lips and the salty tears the trail down his already-tear-stained face, is to die for.
“you’re a good boy, kazutora,” you pant, whimpering when you feel his cock twitch at your breathy words. “n you know i don’t like it when you’re a brat.”
he apologizes profusely with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “‘m sorry! sorry, sorry s-sorry! w-won’t do it again,” he begs, gasping for air and twisting at the bed sheets. it makes you smile to see him all fucked dumb for you.
“good… you can cum for me now, pretty boy.” you whisper, watching his abdomen tighten and his body shake all the while your cunt is filling quickly with his warm cum. a loud moan emits from his lips and he swears… there’s nothing better than the feeling of you milking his cock for what he’s worth.
sanzu haruchiyo
haruchiyo never makes you move a muscle when you’re in bed, he thinks you’re too good and precious to do any of the work. and sanzu’s not the jealous type, (or so he claims) but whenever you’re at one of his meetings and thinks whatever rindou’s saying is so fucking funny, that’s when his blood starts to boil. now you’re just a slut who needs someone to teach them a lesson.
“i said, move, or did ya not understand that?” frustrated tears brim in your eyes— you don’t like having to do any of the work. you’re unsatisfied, barley humping his cock, huffing and puffing about how you can’t do it and how you need help. “maybe if i got rindou in here you’d happily bounce on his cock, hmm?” he says, passively and as immature as it is, it did hurt him to lack your attention.
you gasp, shaking your head vigorously, “no! no, don’t wan’ him,” you looked distressed with your eyes wide and mouth left ajar. “only wan’ you, haru.” you sniffle, voice wavering.
“yeah? prove it to me by ridin’ my fuckin’ cock like i told ya to,” he spits, your warm pussy wrapped so snug around his length making his own head spin.
you cry, lifting your body up and slamming back down to the base of his cock. panting and whining as you feel the head bruising your cervix with every stroke.
“yeah, that’s it, angel,” he grunts, hands immediately moving to your hips, guiding you up and down. “l-look at you just swallowin’ me whole, bet you were just a lil cockhungry, huh?” he can’t lie, as much as he loves taking care of you and fucking you nice and deep every night, watching you struggle is just so much better.
haitani rindou
it made you feel sick to your stomach. the way people looked at your boyfriend as if you weren’t attached to him by the hip. you know rindou pays no mind to anyone who isn’t you and you know that he would take anyone out in a millisecond if it made you feel better. but that doesn’t stop the green monster from rearing it’s ugly head. sometimes, it’s too much to handle, so you take it out on him.
he’s scared to object as you aggressively line his length up with your dripping cunt, “baby, the fuck has gotten into you?” he breaths right before you drop down, letting him stretch you out. “s-so t-tight, fuck!”
a wanton moan erupts from your body as the stretch of his fat cock burns, but it spurs you on even more. you give yourself a few minutes to adjust to his sheer size before bouncing like a feral puppy. you take his large hands, whining out his name, and place them on your tits, “‘m yours,” you whimper out.
he squeezes his hands, moving them to roll your perky nipples in between his fingers, “‘course you’re mine, shit,” he curses, thrusting into you, addicted to the way you feel. “my pretty fuckin’ baby,”
you pout, enraged, remembering the bitch who was talking him up. how he didn’t kill them on sight. “n you’re mine,” you hold his wrists with a tight grip, “s-say you’re m-mine n your cock belongs to me.” your words are hanging desperate, but he complies.
“god damn,” he huffs, sitting up and grasping your waist making you ride him faster as he looks up at you. “‘m all yours— you feel me inside you, hmm? that’s your fuckin’ cock.” he presses a feverish kiss to your lips, moaning into your mouth, swallowing your pitiful whines. he parts rather quick, to your dismay, leaving the two of your lips connected with a string of spit.
“gonna make sure i fill you up so you know i’m all yours.”
mitsuya takashi
heat of the moment. it’s for the both of you, really. more for mitsuya, but even then, you were meant to sit in his lap, cock stuffed in you, sitting snugly just until the movie was over and hakkai had left. he was so hard— with you shifting in his lap trying to get comfortable at the beginning of the movie. as for you, you couldn’t help but grow aroused by the feeling of him digging into your ass, grinding slowly, but surely to rile him up. mitsuya is patient, but even he couldn’t handle the torment, opting on draping a large blanket over your bodies and slipping your shorts off so you could warm his cock.
he slowly lifts you up by the hips and sinks you down to the base of his dick. “shhhh,” he shushes into your ear as you whimper. “don’t wanna get caught, right, baby?” his breath tickles your ear, adding to the experience of feeling so full.
the movie was white noise, all you could hear was the sound of your own heart pounding in your chest and the irregular breathing from mitsuya behind you. he brings his arms to wrap them around your waist, flushing his chest to your back. his hand rests gently splayed on your stomach, pushing and pushing.
“d-don’t… takashi,” you whisper back, his cock somehow digging deeper into your tummy. “please, please, h-he’s right there!” you look over to hakkai who lays soundly on the other couch with his head on the arm rest and his eyes closed.
you just know that theres a big smirk etched onto his face and you prepare for your plight. his hand quickly abandon the spot on your tummy, gripping your hips and lifting you up slightly just to slam you back down to the base of his dick. you squeal and mitsuya groans in your ear.
“you know better, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. “gonna fuck you just like this and you don’t make a sound unless you want hakkai to know what a slut you are for my cock.”

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