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SPOILER TOKYO REVENGERS 268.......
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?
Heyy :)), I saw your requests open and I was wondering if you can write up some tokyo rev headcanons for this scenario:
Chracter visits reader's house for 'studying' but when the enter the house they are immediately greeted by a huge ass doberman dog who's looking at them like they murdered their mom. And reader's just like : whuehue they don't bite :))
(I just went into my bestie's house and they didn't inform me their cousin and their dog was visiting and I felt like I almost died like three times when the dog tried to tackle me, like their paws are literally up my shoulder and their slobber was all over my face. The owner's just like 'oh he's an angel he just wanted to be friends with u' sir you don't know how to speak dog how do you know if it's actually telling me to prepare my prayers? Shdhgdhdgd sorry for oversharing but I just wanted to tell u where this came from and I also want to see others suffer the same thing. Thankss ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️)
A/N: Of course, thank you so much for the request❤️ I laughed so hard while writing this 😂 It was so much fun to do. Here you go luv, I hope you like it!
Characters: Ran, Takemichi, Shinichiro, Baji, Chifuyu
Ran
The poor bastard never expected to be face-to-face with your personal bloodhound and it was all Rindou’s fault. The younger haitani was used to coming over your house and he knew you had a dog, so when Ran told him he’d be “borrowing” you for the night to study, best believe he made sure not to mention a word about the canine that guarded you and your house.
Was screaming like a little girl when the dog started barking as it towered over him, looking like it was ready to make the lanky male its next chew toy.
He thought that if he was going to die, he’d make sure he didn't get his face messed up too bad.
“ANYTHING BUT THE FACE!”
While Ran was screaming bloody murder and begging for his life to a hundred pound dog, you were innocently watching the whole commotion through the home camera that was installed.
“Y/n why the fuck do you have that demonic mutt in your house?!” “ ‘Demonic’? He’s a sweetheart, he wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
Ran believed that it was utter bullshit, especially after he almost had his gorgeous face mauled.
No matter how much you reassured him, he didn’t dare come near the dog.
Complained that he could’ve died because you nor Rindou told him that you had a dog.
He spends the whole night fighting with the dog for your attention and when it would get too close to him, he would use you as a shield.
He definitely considered the idea of poisoning it at some point.
When it was time to leave he made a mental note to murder Rindou when he saw him after putting him in a near-death experience.
Takemichi
The poor soul passed out right then and there when he was face to face with your “human friendly” pet.
Chifuyu suggested that he should get some ‘tutoring’ from you since he was struggling so much in class.
His friend was an idiot, so of course he forgot to mention that the pet you had was a Doberman.
His screams were definitely mistaken for a little girl’s scream. The whole neighborhood could hear him.
When you come to see what is happening, you see Takemichi knocked out cold while your dog covers him in drool as he licks his face.
“A-am I dead?” “No, you idiot! My baby would never hurt someone!”
Genuinely thought you were crazy to think something as big as your Doberman wouldn’t jump at the chance to chew his limbs off.
He makes up an excuse that he was just stopping by and didn’t need any tutoring.
Cries to Chifuyu that he almost died because of him.
“If I die, I’ll make sure I drag you to hell with me!” Quoted a teary-eyed Takemitchy.
Shinichiro
The older Sano just wanted to spend some time with you after a stressful day, but was thrown into despair after seeing a Doberman greet him in your living room.
The poor soul gets chased around your house for a whole hour before you come home to see him hitting your dog with a pillow.
“Y/n! Thank god! PLEASE HELP ME!”
When you explain to him that you recently had gotten a dog for extra protection, it made him offended. Why get a dog when you have someone that would protect you with their life? Let alone someone who has a whole gang backing him up.
He would complain that you could’ve gotten a medium sized dog instead of asking hell for one of its' bloodhounds to be your canine companion.
When he tries to smoke, the dog would growl at him as a warning not to smoke around you.
When he tells Wakasa and Benkei about what had happened, they admit that they also had similar encounters with your dog. They secretly made a pack that if they were to encounter your dog without you around again, they’d fight it off together.
“If one of us goes down, then we all go down” - Shinichiro.
One day, he brought his siblings over to your house with him and your dog instantly fell in love with the two. (Complained later on that the dog was trying to replace him)
Manjiro and Emma teased him for being a wimp and he had threatened to feed them to the dog, but ended up almost having his hand bitten off afterwards.
Baji
He was used to dealing with animals at the pet shop, especially angry cats, but dealing with a huge ass Doberman was a different story.
The moment he walks in your house, he is greeted with your angry-looking Doberman with small bits of meat decorating its teeth.
He genuinely thought you had been eaten by it.
In an attempt to get away, he throws his backpack at it while running out the door.
He ends up bumping into you and is relieved yet confused at the same time.
It takes you two whole hours just to get him to calm down.
“He doesn’t bite Baji!” “You weren’t the one that thought it ate their friend.”
When he sees Chifuyu at the pet shop, he makes sure that they don’t end up taking in any big dogs like the one he had encountered with you.
Has nightmares about his cats getting murdered by your dog for the next two weeks.
Chifuyu
Similar to Baji, Chifuyu is an expert at handling animals, but not huge dogs.
You and him were studying for an upcoming exam and you had forgotten that you needed to feed your dog.
Now, in Chifuyu’s mind he thinks you have one of those small-sized puppies girl’s usually like. But, he’s proven wrong when you come back with a huge Doberman following behind you, already eyeing Chifuyu as his dinner.
At the moment, it looked like you were going to feed him to the dog.
He starts to beg for forgiveness for whatever he’s done wrong to make you want to use him as a human sacrifice.
Goes on and on about stuff he did wrong while clinging on to your leg.
Poor Chifuyu was in a state of panic, until you shook him hard enough for him to get his act together.
“Chifuyu he’s trained, he won’t eat you.” “Last time I checked you don’t speak dog language! What if he plans to eat me behind your back!”
He thinks it’s jealous of him because you guys are close.
Forces you to come over his house if you want to see Peke J. because he firmly believes your dog will try to murder his cat out of spite.
Wanted Baji to suffer the same thing he went through, but ended up getting the shit beat out of him afterwards.
Can you do headcanons or oneshot about Reader and Sano siblings? Like Emma and Reader are twins but got separated and Reader was staying with Karen Kurokawa and her family, tho she was heavily abxsed there and Shinichiro took her to Sano household to live there. I just wonder what kind of reaction would Shinichiro, Mikey and Emma would have when they would realise that tough time their little/twin sister had to go through. It's okey if you won't do this since it's very angsty idea!😭😭(I crave angst lol)
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💚 and thx for the support! honestly, I love angst stuff, so it was a pleasure to write this os
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Hidden scars
You don't remember the exact day Emma was left in front of that house. Your mother told you to say goodbye and you hugged your twin, then walked away with your mother: hand in hand, you returned home. It felt strange to you to no longer spend your days with Emma, while you played outside your dilapidated house. You once also played with Izana, your older brother, but for some strange reason he too was gone. You don't remember when Emma left, but you remember everything that happened after. You remember the slaps, the screams when you didn't put the games away. Do you remember all the times your mother shouted that she regretted leaving Emma in that house, since she would surely have been more useful than you
The thing you remember with absolute precision, however, is the look of hatred you saw on your mother's face before she locked you in the closet at home. The only source of light was from a small window too high to reach and a few bottles of water that you hadn't put in the fridge when the fresh one ran out. You had been immobile for 2 days, and only on the third day you start screaming for help, hoping that someone would hear you from the window. You were 7 years old and Emma had been gone for a year now. You had spent a week in the closet, surviving with the water and some slices of expired bread that you had found in a box. A postman had heard your screams and two hours later you were in the hospital, having been kicked out of your little prison by some cops. The house was empty when the police arrived, a sign that your mother had left the same day she locked you in there. She left knowing she was killing you
A photo of you ended up on a television program and, by pure chance, the Sano family was watching that program. Emma had started screaming and crying when she saw your photo, begging Shinichiro to call the adoption number because the little girl in the photo was her twin sister. And so, a month later, you had finally hugged your sister again. Shinichiro had come to the hospital the same day that Emma had seen your photo, and for the whole month you had made his acquaintance, reassuring you that you would soon be loved in a normal family. You didn't believe it, but when you saw Emma again, and she was so beautiful and healthy, you realized that maybe you too would have become like her if you had trusted this Shinichiro
And that was how you became part of the Sano family, changing your last name from Kurokawa to Sano. You shared your room with Emma, you played video games with Mikey, Shinichiro's only biological brother, you spent hours with your grandfather in his dojo. Never more than before, had you been so happy. Six months had passed since you joined the family. You were in your room and you were getting ready to go out with Shinichiro, to spend the afternoon at his store
You were taking off your school uniform when, in front of the mirror, you noticed the beginnings of one of the many scars on your body. You had gotten used to it, yet this time it made a little sense to see them. You take off your shirt and, in front of the bedroom mirror, your little girl's body looks so wrong. You have at least ten or twenty scars that Karen gave you, and some are hidden by your tank top. You stare and wonder why your mother had to go to that length. You were her daughter, why did she make you like this?
"Hey, Shinichiro is waiting for you downstairs-" Mikey says as he enters the room without knocking. You instinctively turn around in embarrassment and notice how Manjiro is so surprised to see all those marks on your body. In fact, no one, not even Emma, knew about the scars “…Since when do you have those…things?” he asks embarrassed, perhaps even perplexed. You can't speak, gripped by anxiety, and the result is only Manjiro running up the stairs calling out for Shinichiro. In a panic you jump onto your bed, hiding under the covers. You cover your ears and, after a long time, you feel like you're reliving the scene of Karen looking for you around the house screaming. You tremble and try to regulate your breathing, failing. If Shinichiro finds out about these scars, he will send you home, and you don't know if your mother has returned or not. You have to be perfect if you want to maintain your happiness and peace of mind, you have to hide the mistakes and by doing so Mikey has only ruined your plan
"What's going on, Manjiro?" Shinichiro asks, and by the way there's movement in the room you can tell he's tugging at it from his sleeve "Where's our sister?" asks another voice, Emma. You cover your mouth and pray not to be discovered, but Shinichiro gently lifts the edge of the blanket "What's going on, honey?” he asks gently, but with the light finally in his favor the scars reach his eyes. He look at you for a moment confused, and Emma adds with a very worried look. Violently you begin to cry, praying in your mind that Shinichiro will have mercy on you
"I don't want to go home please, I promise they fade away with time..." you whisper between sobs, even though you know they will never leave your body. They have marked you and will do so until your last breath, whether you want it or not. Shinichiro seems confused by your words for a moment, but immediately afterward he seems to understand. He passes a hand through your hair and lowers himself to your height "I want you to stay here, this is your home. Do you want a biscuit?" he asks sweetly. You look up and his gentle smile seems to reassure you. You look at Emma, who seems to have understood despite her innocence what you mean. Mikey looks at the two brothers with a confused look, understanding absolutely nothing "Preferences are not between brothers, Shinichiro!" Manjiro says annoyingly, making you giggle even though your face is still full of tears. You grab Shinichiro's hand and with all your brothers go downstairs. Your older brother looks at you affectionately: he probably understood more than you showed. This is why you don't want to go home, because you know that no one could love you like your brothers do
Can you do headcanons or oneshot about Reader and Sano siblings? Like Emma and Reader are twins but got separated and Reader was staying with Karen Kurokawa and her family, tho she was heavily abxsed there and Shinichiro took her to Sano household to live there. I just wonder what kind of reaction would Shinichiro, Mikey and Emma would have when they would realise that tough time their little/twin sister had to go through. It's okey if you won't do this since it's very angsty idea!😭😭(I crave angst lol)
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 💚 and thx for the support! honestly, I love angst stuff, so it was a pleasure to write this os
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Hidden scars
You don't remember the exact day Emma was left in front of that house. Your mother told you to say goodbye and you hugged your twin, then walked away with your mother: hand in hand, you returned home. It felt strange to you to no longer spend your days with Emma, while you played outside your dilapidated house. You once also played with Izana, your older brother, but for some strange reason he too was gone. You don't remember when Emma left, but you remember everything that happened after. You remember the slaps, the screams when you didn't put the games away. Do you remember all the times your mother shouted that she regretted leaving Emma in that house, since she would surely have been more useful than you
The thing you remember with absolute precision, however, is the look of hatred you saw on your mother's face before she locked you in the closet at home. The only source of light was from a small window too high to reach and a few bottles of water that you hadn't put in the fridge when the fresh one ran out. You had been immobile for 2 days, and only on the third day you start screaming for help, hoping that someone would hear you from the window. You were 7 years old and Emma had been gone for a year now. You had spent a week in the closet, surviving with the water and some slices of expired bread that you had found in a box. A postman had heard your screams and two hours later you were in the hospital, having been kicked out of your little prison by some cops. The house was empty when the police arrived, a sign that your mother had left the same day she locked you in there. She left knowing she was killing you
A photo of you ended up on a television program and, by pure chance, the Sano family was watching that program. Emma had started screaming and crying when she saw your photo, begging Shinichiro to call the adoption number because the little girl in the photo was her twin sister. And so, a month later, you had finally hugged your sister again. Shinichiro had come to the hospital the same day that Emma had seen your photo, and for the whole month you had made his acquaintance, reassuring you that you would soon be loved in a normal family. You didn't believe it, but when you saw Emma again, and she was so beautiful and healthy, you realized that maybe you too would have become like her if you had trusted this Shinichiro
And that was how you became part of the Sano family, changing your last name from Kurokawa to Sano. You shared your room with Emma, you played video games with Mikey, Shinichiro's only biological brother, you spent hours with your grandfather in his dojo. Never more than before, had you been so happy. Six months had passed since you joined the family. You were in your room and you were getting ready to go out with Shinichiro, to spend the afternoon at his store
You were taking off your school uniform when, in front of the mirror, you noticed the beginnings of one of the many scars on your body. You had gotten used to it, yet this time it made a little sense to see them. You take off your shirt and, in front of the bedroom mirror, your little girl's body looks so wrong. You have at least ten or twenty scars that Karen gave you, and some are hidden by your tank top. You stare and wonder why your mother had to go to that length. You were her daughter, why did she make you like this?
"Hey, Shinichiro is waiting for you downstairs-" Mikey says as he enters the room without knocking. You instinctively turn around in embarrassment and notice how Manjiro is so surprised to see all those marks on your body. In fact, no one, not even Emma, knew about the scars “…Since when do you have those…things?” he asks embarrassed, perhaps even perplexed. You can't speak, gripped by anxiety, and the result is only Manjiro running up the stairs calling out for Shinichiro. In a panic you jump onto your bed, hiding under the covers. You cover your ears and, after a long time, you feel like you're reliving the scene of Karen looking for you around the house screaming. You tremble and try to regulate your breathing, failing. If Shinichiro finds out about these scars, he will send you home, and you don't know if your mother has returned or not. You have to be perfect if you want to maintain your happiness and peace of mind, you have to hide the mistakes and by doing so Mikey has only ruined your plan
"What's going on, Manjiro?" Shinichiro asks, and by the way there's movement in the room you can tell he's tugging at it from his sleeve "Where's our sister?" asks another voice, Emma. You cover your mouth and pray not to be discovered, but Shinichiro gently lifts the edge of the blanket "What's going on, honey?” he asks gently, but with the light finally in his favor the scars reach his eyes. He look at you for a moment confused, and Emma adds with a very worried look. Violently you begin to cry, praying in your mind that Shinichiro will have mercy on you
"I don't want to go home please, I promise they fade away with time..." you whisper between sobs, even though you know they will never leave your body. They have marked you and will do so until your last breath, whether you want it or not. Shinichiro seems confused by your words for a moment, but immediately afterward he seems to understand. He passes a hand through your hair and lowers himself to your height "I want you to stay here, this is your home. Do you want a biscuit?" he asks sweetly. You look up and his gentle smile seems to reassure you. You look at Emma, who seems to have understood despite her innocence what you mean. Mikey looks at the two brothers with a confused look, understanding absolutely nothing "Preferences are not between brothers, Shinichiro!" Manjiro says annoyingly, making you giggle even though your face is still full of tears. You grab Shinichiro's hand and with all your brothers go downstairs. Your older brother looks at you affectionately: he probably understood more than you showed. This is why you don't want to go home, because you know that no one could love you like your brothers do
— 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 you 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 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
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 last but not meat, 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 pleaded 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 already 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
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 draped 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 stared at your interactions for a while. he 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
mikey finished talking with his brother, mugs went empty and it was time to leave. both boys decided to go back on their way
when they went out of the store and started walking along the cold breeze that provided them company, 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 said anything at first, he should have just kept his mouth shu-
-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
—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
—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 pleaded 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 already 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
—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
this made my life better
The Adventures of The Sano Family
Shinichiro is alive and well. He is in a relationship. HOW THE FUCK IS HE STILL SINGLE! ANYWHO Here is the master list of all the small posts or drabble, IDK how to call them.
Headcanons:
Where all it began hcs
How you joined his circle of friends; his feelings for you hcs
Small Post/Drabbles
Puppy Love from Mikey for his girlfriend
Girlfriend retracting with his siblings
As much he loves his siblings, he wants his private time
Baji has a crush on his girlfriend along with Mikey's friends
His girlfriend proposes to him first, before he could
Quitting Smoking Mission
His fiance saves him from being killed by Kazutora by her throwing aim.
College Au! Shinichiro becomes their guardian,
Snow day
Game night
Makeup
These below are if Shinichiro had died. Related Canon Events; Manga Spoilers
After Shinichiro Dies, she had stayed beside their sides until the end
Please Stay with us (Good ending)
Haunt you even After my Death (Bad Ending)
Canon AU:
Interference in the Bloody Halloween Gang Fight
When Kazutora joins your small family.
Last Updated: 10/16/2021
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WE ARE GETTING SHINICHIRO CRUMBS
I REPEAT WE ARE GETTING SHINICHIRO CRUMBS YALL I CAN FEEL IT IN MY GUTS DO N OT FUCK WITH ME
@lostinthe-jojos HELP PLS TELL ME U SEE THIS TOO
and if turns out not to be him just forget this existed🤡
BUT IM SURE
— 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
IM CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW
MY FAVOURITE BUG
The last part of BOYS WILL BE BUGS. You don’t need to, but you can read the other parts here: PART ONE and PART TWO
Sano Shinichiro x gn!reader
FLUFF, slight angst? 1.4k words
"So? What happened next?" The girls eyes were shining in interest as she leaned forward, lips slightly parted.
"The week passed incredibly fast. I bought my dress/suit with my last money. I was saving up for more art supplies, so it was extremely painful to watch the cashier take all of my money." You let out a giggle and look at the kids sitting in front of you.
Emma was sitting to Draken's left, while Mikey was sitting to his right. Their new friend Takemichi was sitting next to Mikey and his girlfriend Hina was sitting next to him. Baji was sitting right next to the couch, on the ground for some reason. But he wasn't alone, since Chifuyu also joined him.
"Shinichiro was stressed. He didn't know which flowers to buy and he even thought of buying a ring for some reason? I heard the guys talking about it in the art classroom and they told him that the ring was unnecessary." You look at your right hand, the cheap, but beautiful ring was adorning your finger. "He did buy the ring.. Though he gifted it to me later on in life. On our one year anniversary. Said it was a promise ring and that in the future he'd change it into an engagement ring..." The teenagers look at the ring on your finger. All of them had soft expressions on their faces. Hina, Takemichi and Chifuyu never got the chance to meet the eldest Sano, but from all of the stories they knew that he was an amazing person.
Baji always felt guilty for what happened and he didn’t want to face you, stating that it’ll be better for you to not see one of the two boys that were at fault for your lovers death. But you awaited with open arms, saying that you could never be mad at him, you understood that he didn’t mean for it to happen. He was just a kid.
"How did prom go for the two of you?" Hina asked dreamily. She couldn't wait until Takemichi and her could go to prom together. Thinking of all the possible ways he will ask her out.
"Well.."
Standing in your room you looked at the mirror. Fixing up the last details of the look. Until you heard someone knocking on your door. As you run towards the door, you start to feel anxious. What if Shinichiro thought that it was a mistake to go with you? He did ask other girls.. What if one of them changed her mind? As you open the door, you see a scared Shinichiro standing in front of you. Shaking slightly.
"I'm so sorry!" He suddenly yells and your anxiety gets worse. "I bought these beautiful flowers, but I didn't think about the fact that they wouldn't live for long since I drove with my bike here.. Though a few of them survived the ride!" He shows you the bouquet of flowers and you stiffen a laugh. There were like three flowers that were left untouched. The main portion of the bouquet was just stems.
"It's the thought that counts?" You smile and take the flowers out of his hands. "Thank you, Shin." You give him a hug. And as you walk away from him to put the flowers into a vase, his jaw dropped. You looked so.. ethereal. You were always beautiful. But now.. He pinched himself to check if he wasn't dreaming, thinking you wouldn't see him. But you did. You started to blush and looked straight to his eyes, sending him a smile.
"He pinched himself?! What a loser." Mikey laughs, but you know it's not mean spirited. Emma and him missed their older brother. Even to this day, they would come to the house you once shared with Shinichiro, for sleepovers. You gave them a few of his sweaters so they would always have a piece of him with them.
“What kind of flowers were they?” Emma asks, putting her head on Draken’s shoulder.
“White camellias. I have them framed. Here.” You nod your head towards the three framed flowers. “I pressed them with a book. Didn’t think too much of the meaning at first, but a few days later I realised that white camellias symbolize adoration.”
“Here. Give me your hand.” Shinichiro takes your hand into his and helps you to hop off of his bike. You thought he’d let go of it as soon as possible, but he didn’t. He squeezed it a few times and you saw a red colour painting his face and ears. “You ready?”
“Yeah..” you squeeze his hand back and the both of you walk into school. Music was already playing and could be heard through out the corridors. As you get closer to the school hall, Shinichiro suddenly stops and let’s out a shaky breath.
“You..” he clears his throat. “You don’t regret coming with me, right?” He looks at you and in that moment you realised that he looked more like a lost puppy, than a gang leader. “If you.. It’s not too late y’know? You can go with someone else, I don’t mind! Actually-“
“Shinichiro.” You interrupt him and squeeze his hand once again. “I don’t like events like.. prom. Or places full of people and loud music. I would rather stay at home.” You put your other hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “But I wanna do this with you. And no one else. Okay? I feel like I’ll actually have fun today. And the main reason for that is the fact that you’re here with me. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to actually leave my house and that damned art classroom to actually have fun and socialise.” You let out a laugh.
“No..” Shinichiro leans more into your palm on his face. “Thank you, (Y/N). For everything.”
“I didn’t know he was such a romantic.” Baji comments and Mikey kicks him, making Baji fall to the floor from his sitting position.
“C’mon! He would always dream about love! What d’you mean you didn’t know he was into romance.”
So many different type of emotions were clouding your mind. But most of the anxious thoughts were erased from your mind when you look into his eyes. Your hands were around his neck and his were around your waist. A slow song was playing, as the both of you felt like you were the only ones who showed up to prom. Slowly you put your head on his shoulder, breaking the eye contact and closing your eyes, finding comfort in his arms. It all felt too good to be true.
Was this the butterfly effect you were reading about not too long ago? An accidental meeting with a few random boys and giving them a key to an empty classroom led to this night. You gained four amazing friends, but also developed a crush on the awkward dark haired boy. What if that day you decided to skip art club? Whatever. That didn’t happen and that’s all that matters.
The song was coming to an end and you bring your head up from his shoulder and look at him. Shinichiro was blushing and smiling. He leaned forward a bit, his lips almost touching your ear.
“Can I.. Can I kiss you?” He whispers. It felt like you lost your voice. Your throat went dry and the only thing you could do was nod your head.
The both of you had your first kiss that night.
“What happened after that?” Hina asks. “When did he ask you out on a date?”
“That night he asked for me to become his significant other first. And after I agreed, he asked me out on an actual date.” You smile at the memory. “Remember the drawings I told you about?” They nodded their heads. “He actually got the bee I drew tattooed on his arm. On our three year anniversary.”
All of you kept talking for the rest of the evening. Even though he wasn’t there with you anymore, he lived on in all of your memories. And even though you couldn’t see him, Shinichiro was sitting right beside you, listening to all of the stories with a huge and proud smile.
BONUS:
Mikey runs around the unknown school. Damn Takemichi and him not answering his or Draken’s texts. A meeting was going to be held soon and they needed to get ahold of Takemichi as soon as possible. Mikey grabs the door handle and opens it with force.
Though he was met not with Takemichi, but with a girl who looked around his age. She slowly puts down the paintbrush she was holding and takes off her earphones.
“Uhh.. Can I help you?” She clears her throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the art club before. Or are you new?”
— 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 you 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 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
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 last but not meat, 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 pleaded 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 already 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
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 draped 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 stared at your interactions for a while. he 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
mikey finished talking with his brother, mugs went empty and it was time to leave. both boys decided to go back on their way
when they went out of the store and started walking along the cold breeze that provided them company, 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 said anything at first, he should have just kept his mouth shu-
-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
untied laces
shinichiro sano x femreader!
wc: 1.3k
fluff mostly
note: this is my another piece for the friends with benefits collab from the lovely @kshira ✹ hope you all enjoy it
it was late at night, and the breeze from the small lake that was in front of you caressed your face in a lullaby. it has been your special place since middle school. a small remote spot under a bridge near some old buildings where you biked together after classes. shinichiro was there by your side, as always. you had your head on his shoulder as he whistled a song you remember hearing multiple times on his motorcycle shop’s radio, just looking at the reflection of the darkness in the water
the connection floating in the air you both inhaled went beyond what people commonly call friendship. because friendship has limits, limits that most of the time are broken to transform into something stronger, more intimate, a relationship. what everyone calls conventional, what people wantonly swallow, what fools settle for. but the things between him and you were about something far beyond that, more significant. two soulmates who didn't necessarily needed to have a name to call themselves, to the things you’ve done
and indeed, there were strong emotions in every moment you have spent together, like in the kisses you shared in the privacy of an empty park at night, or when you showered together. but at the same time, there was the latent bond of an unbreakable friendship. after once succumbing to your deepest desires, things were never the same. and not because of the fact of surrendering, but because of what had changed that day. something unstoppable and loud, but at the same time so serene that never presented a disturbance
it has always been shinichiro and you, everyone knew it, everyone noticed it. but still, you always seemed to find a place somewhere in the corner, to hide. and enjoy every single second together without a the need of a label
just like in this instant
-what are you thinking about?- his voice rang in your ears and you felt the way his chest vibrated with the sound
-i’m thinking about you- he chuckled after your answer, and you played along, trying to keep things nicely. cause you knew deep in your mind that it will not last long after what you have to say. it's been on your mind for weeks, bothering you
-you finally fell in love with me?- he always joked around with that. was he really in love with you? you weren’t sure. but it was the same for you. at this point, it was useless trying to make it up
-in your dreams, creep-
-no but for real, everything good?- and he always knew what to say too. as if he had some kind of external power that whispered your thoughts in his ear without you noticing, resulting basically impossible to hide things away from him
-yeah, i mean- so why hiding them? -i do have something to tell you-
-is it bad? or- his eyes reflected the most subtle concern and you already felt like drowing in the water that flowed before you, was the most suitable option
-no, well, i don’t know- an unfunny laugh escaped from your mouth, but it sounded more like a whimper. infecting it to shinichiro, as a mechanism to withstand the fear that grew within him
from being in a totally calm and common atmosphere for you, it seemed that time stopped for a moment to deprive you out of oxygen
-just spit it- so you did. took a deep breath in and
-i'm leaving to work with an aunt who lives on the other side of the country for a while, because she'll do me a favor. this job it’s a great opportunity to achieve what i want to do in the future, but-
-you scared me to death! i thought you’d said something horrible!- shinichiro interrupted you, eliciting a little jump from your body in amusement. his hands went to scratch his hair in relief
-shin, but-
-i’m so glad for you. how long?- the bombardment of his questions made everything you wanted to say get bottled up on the tip of your tongue. growing, and growing
-shin, wait- and growing, and growing
-we are having goodbye sex, right? oh, and you have to send me letters or something cool like that, keep me updated. mikey too, you know he will get jealous, and emma-
-shinichiro! don’t say that!- until it all just popped off in a a mixture of laughter and high-pitched sobs -i don’t want to leave you- and then just desperate tears of realization came out. was he guilty about it? probably
-hey- his voice softened and his eyes looked down, thinking of something to say, but it was hard. and even if he has already dealt with hard things in his life, any blow he has received, as painful as it may be, has been expected. but this?
-the laces on your shoes is untied-
you lifted your head and looked at him with puffy, watered eyes, while he got up from where he was sitting, to kneel before your leg stretched out on the grass and start tying the messy laces
-i really don’t mind, shinichiro-
-but you should, cause if you don’t, you’ll fall and i don’t want that- certainly falling wasn’t the problem, because he will always be there to, probably not catch you, but maybe fall with you too. that’s how things were, how you always liked them to be
a couple of years was the answer you gave him. and no matter that an emptiness began to engulf his heart, he tried not to show it. a lot of things could happen in that period of time, but he will be okay, right? you are coming back to see him again, and he’ll be just fine
he snapped out of those thoughts from his head when he heard you bawling in your hands, trying to cover your face
it's hard to even think about it because you've been together for so long
-hey! don’t go crying on me, you said it. it’s a great opportunity, go ahead- and he smiled, just like every single time. that grin so particular from him, gentle. because he genuinely was glad about it, he wanted nothing more than the achievement of your dreams. just like when you supported him with the whole thing of his gang when you were younger, full of concern, or when the opening of his store happened. together, always together -i’ll be just here, waiting for you. don’t worry about it, okay?-
and no words came out of you after that
he stood up and you did the same, in silence. two silhouttes by the light of the moon, staring at each other for a couple of seconds to finally mold into an embrace
-i’ll always be here to tie your shoes, y/n-
heyyy i really like your sitting in their lap hcs for tr boys! since reqs are open, I was wondering if you would write some hcs for the tr boys (taiju, baji, Mikey, shinichiro) where the reader is helping them study at home? and they see like a love letter or something written by the character to them? so just how does that go! thank you so much 🥰
Yes! I really loved this concept and I'm hoping that I did it correctly. I'm sorry about Shinichiro's part. This is my friend time doing him so I hope its good! Also sorry for the wait!
Warning- fluff, idk if anything else. tell if there is
paring- taiju x reader, mikey x reader, baji x reader, shinichiro x reader
𝕿𝖆𝖎𝖏𝖚-
Taiju oddly enough cared about school and exams were coming up and he needed help studying for them. He knew he didn’t come off the greatest. He did try to ask a few people already but they just said, the best they could without stuttering, no. That was when he decided to text you if you could help him study. Of course you said yes though. You told him you would be at his house in a few hours. He agreed to it. He needed to make sure his house looked nice and things before you came over.
He had left class early to head home and get everything ready. Once he got home he made sure that all the dishes were done, the rooms looked nice(including his), and that nothing was out that would let you know that he likes you. Once he finished he got everything out that he would use for studying it and put it on his desk. While he waited for you to get here he decided to change out of his school uniform and put some comfy clothes on.
Once he heard you knock on the door he went over to the door and opened it. He then held the door for you.
“Hello, Y/n” he says and looks at you. You nodded your head before coming inside and taking off your shoes and setting them where you should.
“Hello, Taiju,” you said. He then closed the door before heading inside the house more.
“Thanks for coming.” He says. You nodded your head.
“It's no problem. I didn’t have anything else I needed to do today. I also had to study so” You said and smiled at him. He nodded before heading to his room so you guys could study together. You followed him.
He then went and pulled up a chair beside his desk for you to sit on. You sat there while he sat on the other one. He then pulled out some flashcards for you both to use.
“Who wants to go first answering?” he asked and looked at you.
“You can go first if you want,” you say. He nodes his head and gives you the flashcards. You both then started going through the flashcards together. After a while you both stopped.
“Do you want anything to drink or anything else?” He asked.
“Just water please” you say and look at him. He nodes and heads out to the kitchen. While he was getting you both water you looked around his room. It was pretty bleh. He had natural color walls, a bed, a desk, a closet, and a few shelves. While you were looking around you saw a letter on his desk. You looked at the door before going over to see what it was.
You didn’t want to be nosy but it was the only thing that stood out in his room. You made sure he wasn’t coming when you picked up the letter and turned it around so you can look at the outside of it. The only thing on the letter was your name on it. It confused you. I mean if it has your name on it could you look at it? Well if you mind you said yes to it and decided to open it.
Once you pull out the piece of paper when you hear Taiju come in. You paused in your place and looked up at him. You and Taiju both make eye contact. He then sets down the cups before going over to you. He then takes the letter out of your hands before you could read it and throws it on the ground. He thought he had thrown the letter out. You weren’t supposed to see it. He wasn’t ready to let you know about his feelings. He wanted to work on himself before anything. You just stare at him. You were about to say something when he spoke above you.
“You weren’t supposed to find the letter. I wasn’t ready for you to see it or find out anything.” He says while looking at the ground.
“I’m sorry I should have looked anyway. Also I didn’t read it so I don’t even know what it says or anything” You say and bow a little. He just shakes his head before going and sitting back down. You could tell he didn’t want to talk about it so you thought that it would be the best. You didn’t want to push him to say anything.
But right before you sat down too you took the paper in your hand and hid it in your pocket. You still wondered what he was so worried about you knowing about.
You then sat down and you guys started studying again. It was a little awkward but after a while it got better. You also noticed that it looked like Taiju wanted to say something but he didn’t.
You guys finished a lot earlier than you guys thought. Taiju offered to walk you home but you said it was fine. You said goodbye before walking away. Once you were home and in your room you decided to pull the note out and read it. All the unsaid things that Taiju wanted to say to you about his feelings were written on that note.
𝕭𝖆𝖏𝖎-
Baji has never had good grades. So when finals were coming up and he didn’t want to fail and make his mother cry again he went to you for help. You guys have talked a bit in and out of school so of course you said yes. He told you that he would meet you outside the school and that you guys would go to his house. You nod before heading to your class you were going to before he came to you. Of course he told Chifuyu about this since Chifuyu knew his little crush on you.
After school you met up with him and he walked you to his house so you guys could study together. When you guys got there his mom had told Baji that she needed some things at the store but stopped when she saw you. She then looks at Baji confused. Before she could say something Baji spoke up.
“I need help studying for finals,” he says. She nodes.
“Okay. Well I'll make dinner for all of us soon” She says. Baji nods and heads to his room. You bow to his mom in respect before following Baji. Baji then sets his stuff down and goes over to the desk he has. He then grabs a chair for you to sit on while he sits down. His room was a little messy since he wasn’t expecting anyone over.
You walked over and sat on the chair he pulled over for you. You then pull out everything you guys need to study, from textbooks to papers to flashcards, you made for yourself.
“Which one do you want to study first?” you asked. He thinks for a minute.
“History,” He says. You nod your head and pull out the papers and flashcards for History that you had.
“Ready?” You asked and looked at him. He nodes your head. You nod and start studying him on everything that you could that would help him with his finals.
After a while you guys decided to have a food break.
“I’ll be right back with the food” Baji said before going out to make the food. You nod your head and look around. His room wasn’t the cleanest that it could be. I mean there were some clothes on his ground and some textbooks thrown around but you guessed it's because he's been studying for the finals. You then saw a letter on his ground under one of his shirts.
It looked important and you didn’t want Baji to lose it if it was and then be in trouble. So you grabbed it and went to put it on his desk till you saw that it had your name on it. You could tell he took a while to write your name from how nice it was written. You wondered how long it took him to do it since he never had the greatest handwriting in the world.
You looked at the door to see if Baji was coming over and when you knew he wasn’t you opened the letter as carefully as you could. You then pulled out the piece of paper that was in the envelope. You opened the paper since it was folded in half to fit in the envelope. You looked at it. It didn’t look finished since the last sentence wasn’t finished but you decided to read it anyway. You had only gotten half way when you heard Baji come over to the door. You quickly hid the letter and envelope behind your back.
You then saw Baji come through the door and go over to you. He looked at you confused since your face was a bit red and you looked on the edge. But he just shrugged before putting the food on the desk and handing you some chopsticks. You then took one hand from your back and took them, thanking him softly.
You wanted to ask if what was in the letter was true but didn’t want to seem noisy. You guys talked the whole time you guys ate. Right when you guys finished You looked at Baji. You decided that you needed to ask him or else it would eat you out till you knew the truth.
“Baji.” you said to get his attention. You heard him hum and look up at you.
“Yes, Y/n?” he asked. You then pulled the letter from your back and turned it so Baji could see. When Baji saw what it was his eyes went wide and a small blush went on his face. He didn't want you to see it since he thought it was good enough for you to read. He also didn’t think it was the right timing and the letter was a little cheesy.
“Is what you put true?” You asked. Baji just looked down before sighing softly. You put the letter down in your lap.
“You weren’t supposed to see it yet. It wasn’t ready.” He said. You nod your head before putting it on his desk.
“Well once it is, give it to me but it's late and I need to get home.” you said. He looked at you and smiled a bit before nodding.
“Okay.” he says. You nod before grabbing your stuff and patting his head softly.
“Bye, baji” You said and left. Once you left his room you covered your face that was slowly turning red. While Baji just chuckles softly before going and telling Chifuyu that he needed help writing this letter so then he gives it to you so you can read it fully. When his mother saw you come out and hide your face she knew what happened. She would never tell Baji but she did see the letter one day and found it cute.
𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖞-
Normally when you got off of school you would hold home to get cleaned up and change into more comfortable clothes other than your school uniform but today you were heading to Mikey’s place. Draken had texted you saying Mikey needs help to study for this test that was coming up and he needed to pass so he won’t fail the class. You agreed and said that you would be right when you could. When you got there you walked into Mikey’s place.It was pretty normal for you to come so they just said that you didn’t have to knock and could just come in.
You knocked on Mikey’s door, making sure he wasn’t changing or anything.
“Come in!” you heard Mikey say through the door. You then came in and looked at him. You saw him sitting on the floor with books and papers beside him. He looked super annoyed. You chuckled softly and set your backpack on the ground and went over to him.
“Where’s draken?” You asked. Mikey looks at you.
“He left with Emma to get snacks. They will be here soon” he says. You nod your head and sit beside him.
“So what are you studying?” You asked.
“Reading.” he says and groans and lays his head on your shoulder. You nod and grab one of his papers.
“Know what the test will be about?” You asked. He nodes and sighs. He then sits up.
“It's about this book,” he says. He then grabs a book and hands it to you. You take the book and look at it. You nod your head. You had read the book before so you knew what it was about so this would be as hard as you thought it would be.
“Okay. Well, do you have any flashcards or a study guide I can use to help you?” You asked. He nodes and grabs two pieces of paper and hands them to you. You take them and look through the questions. You nod your head before moving in front of him.
“I'm going to ask you questions that are on here and you answer them okay?” you ask. He nodes. You then started asking the questions and he would answer them the best he could. He had gotten about 75% of the answers partially correct. He was just missing another part of it and about 5% fully correct and the rest all wrong. It wasn’t bad since Mikey doesn’t normally go to school unless he was forced so you would give it to him.
You were about to ask another question before you guys heard Emma and Draken get back. Mikey stands up and looks at you.
“I'll be back. Wait here!” he says before running to get his snacks. You nod your head and decide to look through the other papers to see if you need to ask him anything else. That was when a piece of paper caught your eye. It was anything like the notes since this paper writing was neater and looked like he took his time to do it. You picked it up and decided to read it. You saw that it was addressed to you so you decided to continue reading it. What you didn’t expect was for Mikey to come up behind you while you were reading it. He then takes it out of your hand and looks at your face.
“You should be looking at people's stuff, Y/n-chan” Mikey says and smiles. He then crumblems up the paper and throws it on the floor, away from you guys, before sitting down in his spot. “I’m ready. Let’s continue, '' he says and eats his taiyaki. You just nod your head knowing that Mikey wasn’t going to say anything about the paper.
𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖔-
It wasn’t normal for Shinichiro to text you unless it was about something to do with confessing to a girl. So when he texts you to bring your science stuff and that he needed help studying was when you were really confused. You just texted him that you would be there soon.
When you got there you knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door. When you heard someone do you saw his younger brother open the door.
“Hey, Mikey. Do you know if your brother is here?” You asked. Mikey nodes and moves to let you in.
“He's in his room.” he says before closing the door for you and then walking away to do whatever he was doing before you got here. You then headed to Shinichiro’s room and knocked when you heard him say come in you opened the door and came in. You then set your bag down and take out the science stuff before sitting down beside him.
“Thanks for coming. I've been having issues studying by myself” he says and smiles at you. You just nod your head.
“I don’t mind. I honestly thought you got rejected again” you said and chuckled softly. He just rolls his eyes.
“Well I haven't,” he says. You nod your head before taking the piece of paper from his hand to look at what he was trying to study. You then read it before looking at him and asking a question. Which he was more hesitant to answer but in the end got it right. You guys did this for a while before Shinichiro decided to take a bathroom break.
While he was in the bathroom you decided to look for some more papers to study him with. That was till you saw a piece of paper on his desk. You looked at the door before taking the paper. It wasn’t the first time you read one of his confession papers so when you saw it you could tell it was one of those. You wonder who it was till you saw that it was towards you. You decided to continue to read it since you were confused why it was towards you and not anyone else.
While you were reading it you heard the door open and Shiniciro stop in his tracks and look at you. You took your eyes off the paper and at him. You both didn’t say anything. Maybe it was because he was waiting for you to ask what this meant and that he was waiting to be rejected. You decided to clear your throat before putting the paper back on the desk.
“The letter is good. But your wording needs help in a few places” you say to clear up the tension. He just nodes.
“Yea it probably does but nothing on there is a lie” He said before going back to his spot. He just looked at the ground. You then got up and sat beside him and set your head on his shoulder.
“Stop looking all sad. I never said no.” you said and looked at him. He smiles a little. “Now let's finish this, then we can talk about it, okay?” you said and straight up and took the papers you were going to quiz on him and sit in front of him. He nodes his head.
He already knew that he was going to brag to his friends that he finally didn’t get rejected.