The Heart wants what the Heart wants.
Poly Kyojuro x Mono Reader
Its difficult to be with someone who wants to see other people. Sometimes, certain relationships aren't meant to work out.
TW: Modern Au, Poly characters, non con, dub con, smoking, drinking, attempted suicide, death threats, bullying. Yandere Themes
You felt sick, absolutely sick waking up this morning.
Why is it that every morning when you wake up next to your beloved fiance, all you could feel was dread and a sense of loneliness.
It wasn’t always like this.
The thought of seeing him every day used to make your heart burst with joy. Why was life so cruel to you? Why couldn’t you accept it and move on?
“Morning my little flame~” He said, sitting up and kissing you on the head, you smiled. “Morning..”
“Today is so lovely, how about some breakfast?”
“Sounds great.”
He got up, put his sweats on and left your shared bedroom to go get something to eat, you could only stare up at the ceiling and ask yourself- “Why aren’t I enough?”
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It started years ago, when you were able to enter a prestigious Ivy league University, reserved for only societies richest and most academically intelligent. You did well in school and your mother had a good job but you wouldn’t consider yourselves upper class.
A year before, your uncle learned that his wife had cheated on him and that his children, your supposed cousins, weren't actually his. To spite his wife for her betrayal, he took both the kids off his inheritance and made you the sole heir for everything he owned.
Sure, you got on well with your uncle, he always brought you nice gifts when he visited and would take you out for the day to have fun. Many of your fondest memories included your uncle but you felt bad for your cousins. It wasn’t their fault.
But back to the story, Once you graduated, your uncle pushed you to join Gakuen University and promised he would fund your lifestyle and tuition as you saw fit. So you took the exam and you passed.
You received an apartment in your name, close to campus. A new car and all your books and other college equipment paid for. Walking into university had your heart pounding, so many different buildings, so many shops, events, gyms, fraternities and Societies to choose from. You feared people would see you didn’t belong and call you an imposter.
But when you entered one of your many history classes, you saw him for the first time. Kyojuro Rengoku.
You found him beautiful in every sense of the word. He was handsome, smart, athletic, and incredibly charismatic. Everyone surrounded him, wanted to know him and all about him. You were too scared to approach him. He might find something he doesn’t like about you and you don’t think you could live with that humiliation.
You never thought you’d have anything to do with him until-
“You should back off Akaza, Your on campus right now and anything you do will be on camera-”
“Like I give a shit!”
You remember turning the corner to see him and some other man get into a fight. He had pink hair and golden eyes and managed to get a few good blows on Kyojuro, a cut on his head clearly visible.
“Hey you! Stop!” Said a security guard. The guy with pink hair proceeded to flee the scene with the two guards chasing him. Kyojuro’s head was bleeding very badly, so you decided to help. “Are you okay? I have some tissues..!” You took out a small pack of tissues and handed it to him.
“Yes… I’m alright.” He assured.
He had them pressed against his head, leaning against the wall “Do you feel dizzy at all?”
“Kind of. My vision is a bit blurry.”
“Do you feel wobbly? Is the light too bright?”
“Yeah.. It actually is, why is it so bright?”
You took his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder. “I think you may have a concussion, let's head to the infirmary, quickly.”
You brought him to the infirmary, the doctor there confirmed he indeed had a concussion so he needed to be collected by a friend or family member. You were just happy enough to help, or atleast, talk to him.
A few weeks went by and just like that, everything went back to normal. You continued to watch Rengoku from afar, and he continued to be the center of attention, just like the rest of his friends.
“You are so weird, you know that?” Said a girl from the row above you, you looked up at her and blinked. “What do you mean?” You asked, which only made her snicker.
“You do realize that all him and his friends are ployamorous, right?”
You were taken aback.
“W-What? Like, they sleep with one another?” You ask.
“Yep, that’s what socialites are really like, they all fuck one another because morals and responsibility are for the poor.” She giggled. You didn’t know how to process any of that. You have never been in a relationship before so you couldn’t say if you were monogamous or polyamorous. You think you are monogamous because the idea of being with multiple people didn’t really excite you.
“Thanks for the heads up….”
“Loser.” She chuckled.
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You wanted to wipe your mind clear of Kyojuro, focus on anything other than him. But he was always trapped in the back of your mind like a bad memory. As something you yearned for but could never have. You wanted to tell yourself that the girl was lying but after following him and all his friends on instagram,it was plain to see that they didn’t hide their ways from the world.
There were pictures of them hanging out in bed together, naked but not enough to get them reported. His recent live story showed him with Kanae Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro and Sanemi Shinazugawa on their way back to one of their places to have an orgy. How they can’t wait to do butt stuff with one another.
You felt so insecure, that a girl like you would never have someone like him cause he’d probably never want someone like you. So it surprised you when he followed you on instagram.
On the inside, you were FREAKING out! Kyojuro was texting you! He asked you out to coffee! He added a little heart emoji on his last message so it was obvious what was happening. You didn’t know what to think. You had to put your phone down afterwards to calm your breathing.
It's okay, this is life. These things happen.
Of course, you need to set a game plan, think of everything he might ask you, know your boundaries and be firm.
God… this was not going to end well.
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“I’m so glad you decided to meet with me.” He said, holding a cup of tea while you drank iced coffee. You tugged a piece of hair behind your ear before responding. “To be honest, I was surprised you even remembered me at all.”
“Nonsense! I never got to thank you for all you’ve done for me. You’re a kind girl. So.. I was wondering if you’d… like to go out with me?”
You wanted to say yes in a heartbeat, but there was that inkling in the back of your mind that burned, ask him the question, save yourself some pain if this doesn’t work well. “Aren’t you seeing other people though?” You ask.
“Why yes, what does that have to do with me asking you out?” He said curiously.
“Well, I don’t know how I feel about going out with someone who’s seeing other people…” You crossed your arms and looked away, you didn’t want to seem ignorant but you had boundaries..
“That's okay, we can still be together if that's the case.”
“But I just said-”
“I know. But if you must know, what I have with my friends is mostly sexual. I have no romantic feelings towards them, we share a close bond with one another and sexual intercourse is just how we express our bond with one another. If monogamy is your thing, it can be just that.”
“How..?” You ask.
“Well, we can date one another and see each other and I can go out and have fun with my partners. Besides, I’ve only asked you out! To talk about things like these is quite redundant if you ask me, you don’t know if you like me yet.”
You’d hit yourself if you could for allowing yourself to be swayed so easily. Stupidly enough, you agreed to go out with him. You’d go on normal dates. Movies, park, beach, bowling, dinner, you name it. You even met his partners and they all seemed pretty cool. The only agreement was that he didn’t do his polyamory in front of you.
So far, his partners seemed to respect your relationship.
Sex was great, he made your first time wonderful, so gentle and loving. He’d kiss your skin and tell you how much he loved you. He made your heart swoon. But whenever you asked to try something else, he said.
“You’re not a degenerate my little flame~ Manhandling you like those cam girls is unrealistic and quite frankly, not actually so fun for the person receiving. Trust me, you wouldn’t like it.” He said. Stupidly enough, you believed him.
Whenever you wanted to kiss him in public or say something perverse to him, he’d give you a look. A look that told you to stop what you were doing. “Please dear. Have a bit more self respect.”
You always felt like shit afterwards, so you refrained from doing so.
One day, you dropped by Kyojuro’s to return his clothes he left by your house the other day, only to hear him and his friends in his room. Doing exactly what you thought they were doing.
“More Kyojuro! More~!” Kanae sang as she got manhandled by your beloved boyfriend.
“Yes… you like that, don’t you slut?” He grinned.
“You fucking my girl good Kyojuro? Babe, tell me how good he’s fucking you?” Sanemi smirked.
“So good~! So good~!” She sang.
You left his apartment quickly afterwards and cried yourself to sleep that night. He was doing all the things you wanted to do with him but he gave them to his friends instead? Why?
So curious, you asked him. He simply replied- “If I thought you were ready for such things, I’d give it to you.” You felt like such a child, the way he spoke to you but you didn’t dare argue with him. After that, he began to break some of the rules you set forth. Letting his friends grind up against him in public, kissing them and flirting perversely with them, even inviting them over to your place since he had a spare key.
When you confronted him on this, he just said. “It's just sex. You know I love you so don’t act so jealous.” He smiled.
This had been going on for years. When he proposed, you thought that would be the end of his polyamorous ways but you were really just fooling yourself. His friends were cordial with you but nothing more. You hated the feeling of having his friends over, since they weren’t really your friends, just the people your soon to be husband likes to fuck.
No matter how many times you tell him how you feel about the situation, he always reminds you that you're the girl he wants to marry. The girl he wants to start a family with, the girl he’ll grow old and die with. You thought you could live with it, as long as you were the girl he’d come back to every night.
“My dear… why do you look so sad?” He asked as you both sat at the dining table, eating the breakfast he cooked for you today. Pancakes with all your favorite toppings and condiments. You just shrugged your shoulders, not really facing him. That was until he held your hand.
“My little firefly, if there is anything troubling you, I’m always here for you, always know that. We’re going to be husband and wife soon, your burdens are my burdens~” He said.
You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m fine, really. Thank you for asking, I feel better already.”
He kissed your cheek.
“I’m glad to hear it.” he smiled.
He soon left afterwards, leaving you by yourself. From what he told you, he was meeting up with Giyuu, Shinobu, Tengen and his three wives, Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma. To do what he usually does and you just nod your head, pretending to be happy with him.
You locked the door behind him and slid down it, letting your tears free. “Why…?”
You loved him, you really did. In every other aspect, he was a great partner. Took you on dates, met your family and you met his family. He knew what you liked and what you disliked, always knew how to cheer you up and gave you the best support when it was time for your exams to start.
He always knew how to uplift you, make you feel happy, how to make you love him every day.
But why couldn’t he come to you with such things? He always relied on his other partners for such comforts. Sure.. he might make a good husband, but how does he expect you to do the same as his wife?
You get up and walk over to your desk. You take a key and unlock one of the cabinets. There you had a bottle of bourbon and a pack of cigarettes hidden inside. You’d never tell anyone about this, but this was the only way you could ignore your misery.
You put a cigarette in between your lips and lit the end. You took a long drag before exhaling the smoke from your nose. You debated getting a glass but you thought- “Fuck it.” Before taking the cap off and drinking it straight from the bottle. The liquor burned your throat before you took another swig of your cigarette.
How did you end up like this?
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“Hey, your Rengoku’s woman, aren't you?” Said a familiar voice.
You panicked, quickly dousing your cigarette before trying to walk off in the opposite direction, but you felt someone pull at your arm. It was Akaza, the man who got into a fight with Kyojuro the first time you spoke with him.
“Hey, why are you trying to leave? Just wanna have a little chat~”
“Please. I just wanna leave. I have work to do..” Which technically wasn’t true, you always drown yourself in work so you could ignore your life around you. But he wouldn’t let go.
“But why? You’re so hot? You know, Kyojuro is a lucky guy to have someone like you. Too bad he’s always with those other girls.” He mocked, pushing you against the wall. You were a bit frightened. Why of all places did you have to smoke in an alleyway?
For you, it was a lingering fear that Kyojuro or rather, someone who knows Kyojuro will catch you smoking and go run their mouths. You should’ve guessed a thug like Akaza would hang out in these types of places.
“What do you want? Just leave me be!” You tried to fight his grasp on you but he had a firm grip and he put his face to yours. “Oh, but I don’t think you want that~” He purred.
He took his phone out and tugged your hair. “Agh!” You squealed.
“Say cheese~” He said.
A flash of light blinded you. He heard him coo. “Aw, look at you, so adorable~” The picture was of him smirking cockily while he held your hair close to its roots. Tears in the outer corners of your eyes as you struggled to get away. “Hhhmm, hhmm~! There. Sent.” He sang.
He had sent Kyojuro a dm on instagram
He shoved the phone into his pocket before pinning you the wall again. “Let's have fun, shall we~?”
“No-!” He forced his lips against you, forcing his tongue between your teeth while he groped at your body. “So sexy, so perfect.” he mumbled between the kisses. He bit at your neck and sucked. He ripped your shirt down exposing your breasts. “P-Please..!”
“What’s wrong, don’t be a stranger. Look at these titties of yours~ So perky and beautiful~” He leaned down to suck on them before shoving his hand down your pants, his fingers instantly locating and targeting your clit. “I’m about to make you so wet~” He cackled.
Why? Why were you not hating this?
He stroked your clit, fondled your tits and your neck, making you very sensitive. You looked down the entrance of the alley way and noticed two people looking at you, they whispered to each other before walking away.
“Aw, they probably thought we were one of those lewd couples, how fun~” He gripped your thighs before hoisting you up and making you wrap around him. “How about we make some noise~?” He asked.
“W-Wait..!” You cried as he began to dry hump you. The pressure against your private parts, your boobs exposed to the air, one hand around your throat while his teeth nipped at the back of your neck, extracting louder noises from you.
It was so embarrassing and humiliating yet, you yearn for more of this thug’s touch. In public, hurting you yet pleasuring you. All the while he muttered degrading things into your ear. “I can feel how wet you are, such a little slut. Does Kyojuro fuck like this? He mustn't if you're acting this much like a bitch in heat from my touch. You want this, you little creep.” He cackled.
“Please…!” You sob. You wanted to say ‘more’ but those words dare not cross the threshold of your lips.
“GET OFF HER!” A punch was sent into Akaza’s face, sending him to the ground. You fell down, covering your modesty before looking up at Kyojuro. He was red in the face, foaming at the mouth. You had never seen him so angry in his life. “YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME AKAZA!” He barked.
“Hahaha!” The pink haired man laughed, rising to his feet. “You sure got here quick. Shame, your fiancee was really enjoying me~” He mocked, making you look away.
“I’m sorry….. I’m so sorry…” You sniffled.
“This isn’t your fault.” Your beloved said before taking off his jacket and throwing it to you. “I’m going to kill you this time… You’re gonna be sorry you decided to look her way..” He seethed.
“Come on then! Let's dance!” Akaza cackled. The two men proceeded to fight. Punches and kicks were thrown each other’s way. You soon notice Sanemi and Giyuu run down and help Kyojuro with the fight while two other familiar figures come your way. Kanae and Mitsuri.
“Are you alright (Y/n)?!” MItsuri asked.
“Quickly! Let's take her to the car!” Kanae said before helping you to your feet before you escaped with the two girls.
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You sat in the back seat of the car, Kyojuro’s jacket still on your shoulders while the car doors opened, Mitsuri and Kanae had sat in the front to look at you. “Here, have some water..” Mitsuri said, handing you a bottle, you silently took it, but you didn’t open it nor did you look at it. Just at your feet.
Why? Why did you like it so much? Why did you enjoy Akaza’s touch more than your own fiancee’s?
“Police are on their way now, unfortunately Akaza ran off. But if you tell them what happened, Akaza will-”
“Kanae.” You interrupted.
“Yes…?” She asked slowly.
“How does Kyojuro fuck you? Is he vanilla like he always is with me or is he an animal in the bedroom?”
That made the two girls very uncomfortable. “Um.. (Y/n), why are you talking about this..?” Mitsuri asked.
“Because for the first time, I felt more passion and intimacy with the guy assaulting me than my own fucking fiancee.” You said sternly, before rooting through your bag and taking out a cigarette and a lighter. Stunning the two girls in the front.
“(Y-Y/n)?” Mitsuri stuttered.
You lit your cigarette and took a drag, not caring any more. You know what your relationship has come to. Kyojuro would rather give his all to these girls than to you, the woman who’s to be his wife. Akaza gave you more than what you received with Kyojuro in the last four years.
“Tell Kyojuro he knows where to find me.” You said, getting out of the car and waving down a taxi.
“(Y/n)! Wait!” Kanae pleaded, but you had already gotten into the taxi and told him to take you home.
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“(Y/N)!!!” You heard banging on your front door before something was inserted in the door. You had gone through a whole packet of cigarettes and your glass of bourbon was nearly empty. Yet you felt nothing.
Kyojuro slammed open the front door and stormed inside where you sat on the couch, just staring at your t.v. even though it was turned off. “Are you smoking?! Since when- Is that a bottle of Jack Daniels?!” He gasped, taking it up and looking at you with shock.
“(Y/n)! What is happening to you? Are you unwell? Tell me and we’ll fix it-”
“Fuck off okay!? Just fuck off!” You screamed, looking away. He pulled you by your shoulders and shook you. “Listen, what you're going through isn’t normal! You need help. Especially what Akaza did-”
“NO! Kyojuro. Just stop!” You yelled, pushing him away before standing up. “Akaza assaulted me… and you know what? I fucking like it.”
“(Y/n). Don’t say such things. Its unbecoming of you-”
“Just shut the fuck up okay? I am done arguing with you Kyojuro. After what happened today, I’m only able to realize now why I’m so upset all the time. I need more from this relationship, Kyojuro. You rather fuck your partners than me, than me!”
“This is the jealousy talking my love! I care about them, but I love you. You're the one I want to come home to and have a family with.”
“No, Kyojuro. I’m just… your safe option. That's what's happening. I felt Akaza’s passion, even when he was being rough with me. You’ve never let me experiment nor have you wanted to try other things with me.”
“Cause I know you won’t like it! Besides, all that stuff I do with others is because they like it and are more comfortable with me.”
“If your more comfortable doing that shit with them than you are me, why the fuck are we getting married then?”
“Because I love you most-!”
“SAVE IT!” You shouted, before you slid your engagement ring off and handed it to him. “This relationship was doomed from the start…. Now you're free of any obligation to me. Enjoy your life.”
“No! (Y/n)...please! Don’t do this to us..! I love you.” He begged, silent tears peaking out.
“You can’t give me what I want Kyojuro, not if you have to seek your wants from others….”
“(Y/n)! Have you not understood me? During this entire time we’ve been together? You’re my number one! The girl of my dreams-”
“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door. “Just leave! We’re over Kyojuro Rengoku, leave and don’t talk to me again!” You commanded.
He looked so upset, but he didn’t protest as he stormed out of your apartment. You fell onto your couch and let your heart out. Screaming, tears glistening down your cheeks. But for the first time in a while. You felt like a large stone had been lifted off your chest.
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You looked at the messages on your phone, you haven’t yet found it within yourself to block him yet he messages you day and night, begging to have you back. But you couldn’t do that to yourself anymore. You did love him, you gave him all you could but it wasn’t enough.
Even if you did get back with him, it wouldn’t change him. He’d still be polyamorous and nothing you could say or do would change that. He’ll always want to see affection from others, something you should have come to terms with a long time ago.
What made matters worse, all his partners were dming you too,
The girls were being friendly about it, but all the boys…
You honestly couldn’t deal with all his friends bombarding you with messages on his behalf so you promptly blocked them all. You had no connection with them after all.
You hoped that if his partners cared about him so much, they would lift him up and help him forget about you. You wanted to move on with your life, you were taking your exams soon so you’ve taken to studying in the safety of your own home. You won’t go back to campus until graduation. You’ll bide your time.
“Hey Miss, I’ve changed the lock on your door, the keys are by the table.” Said the locksmith.
“Thank you.”
You honestly had no idea where life would take you, but you hoped that the next relationship you get into, they’ll be monogamous and love you only. So what if that seems selfish? You care only about you know.
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“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Please open the door!” Said a familiar voice, waking you up from your nap on the couch.
“Huh..? Ruka…?” You say before getting up and opening the door.
The woman was in tears as she came inside. “Oh (Y/n)! Thank god! I tried to call you!” She said, You realize you had your phone turned off. “Oh… sorry..”
“Kyojuro tried to kill himself (Y/n)! He swallowed a bunch of pills and we found him on the bathroom floor! They had to pump his stomach!” She cried.
You were shocked. Him? Kill Himself?
“Ruka…. I’m so sorry.”
“You did this to him!” She barked, pointing her finger at you. “We invited you into our home, you sat down at a table with us and ate my food. I met your mother and your uncle! My son loves you! Please- I’m begging you!”
She got down on her knees and grabbed at your clothes.
“Please say you’ll get back together with him! He needs you! Please, I can’t lose my son!”
“That's not my problem any more Ruka! I’m sorry, but your son and I want completely different things-”
“He wants you! That’s all he’s ever wanted! Just say you’ll take him back. I know you still love him! We can get wedding preparations started! You both can get married and have kids, like you both planned-”
“I don’t want a partner who seeks love and affection from others. That’s all I’ve ever wanted and every time, he says I’m being jealous and undermines my feelings! No more. I can’t live with that.”
“Then I hope you're ready to live with the consequences…!” She snarled before marching out of your home. You closed the door behind her and ran your fingers through your hair. Just what was going on?
You hoped Kyojuro was okay, never once did you imagine he would be capable of something like this. You were so scared. Getting back with him wouldn’t improve the situation, he needs help, proper help.
That being said.. You should call your mother and tell her what's going on.
You went back over to your living area and picked up your phone, turning it on. You felt a dread course through your body. You had five hundred plus messages and 100 miss calls from anonymous numbers. The messages contained insults and death threats like-
‘You are fucking dead.’
‘See what you’ve done.’
‘ We’re going to kill you for this.’
‘You are a cold blooded monster.’
‘I told you what would happen if he hurt himself, I hope you're prepared.’
Last one was definitely from Obanai. But right now, you were freaking out. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” You chanted. They weren’t serious, were they? We’re they actually going to come after you and murder you-
You heard loud banging on your front door.
‘The fuck..?!’ You thought.
Was it Ruka? She only left twenty or so minutes ago and she couldn’t have left anything behind. It was them.
“(Y/n)! You better open this fucking door if you know what’s good for you!” Tengen shouted.
You were fucked. Without thinking, you grabbed your bag and ran to your bathroom, locked the door before opening your window. Thankfully, there was a fire escape by your window where you threw your bag onto the fire escape, just as you heard your front door break down.
You shimmed your body out the small window. You heard things in your house being destroyed, smashed, ripped up. These guys were fucking bonkers. They can’t blame you for this, you didn’t push him to do what he did. You simply stood up for yourself and knew you were being punished for it.
You ran down the fire escape and dropped to the ground before running over to your car and getting inside. You dialed 911 on your phone and waited for a response from the police.
“911, what’s your emergency?” Said the operator.
“Hello?! A bunch of people broke into my apartment and are looking for me! It's Groveburn lane at Rosebury court, People are looking for me and I think they wanna kill me!”
“Calm down Miss. Are you inside the apartment?”
“No, I’m hiding in my car, but I’m sure they’re gonna realize I’m not there. Please, you have to help me-!”
Your window smashed as a hand wrapped itself around your throat and began to strangle the life out of you.
“Miss?! Miss?!” The operator says before you black out.
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”Kyojuro..? Kyojuro?”
He watched as his two partners, Mitsuri and Giyuu entered the room. So far, he’s only seen his parents and little brother, yet he hasn't had the strength to talk to anyone, not since you left him.
“There you are, do you have any idea how worried sick we’ve been?!” Mitsuri cried, holding him close, never wanting to let him go. “I’m sorry…” He said. He was being considered as a high risk patient so he’s been kept in intensive care. He didn’t know how to go on since the break up, sure he had his other partners but ever since he met you, he dreamt of spending his future with you and you alone.
“We understand how this break up has affected your well being, so we brought you a gift.” Giyuu said, sitting in the chair, scrolling through his phone. He didn’t know what he was searching for nor did he care much. A new girl to pick him up? He didn’t want anyone else.
“Here.” Giyuu said, tapping on the screen and showing it to Kyojuro.
There you were, strapped to a chair, blindfolded, gagged and scared. Tears running past your blindfold as you struggle against your constraints, unable to escape. Yet, nevertheless, there you were.
“You mean-!?” He gasped.
“That's right. We got her back for you! Now, she’s somewhere safe right now, we’re looking after her and she’ll be with us until you get out of here. Then, we’ll see if she reconsiders being such a meanie, breaking your heart. Now tell us, who loves you?” Mitsuri sang.
“You guys are the best!” Kyojuro laughed, before receiving kisses by both his partners.
“Rest up champ, you’re getting married soon.”
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