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ac1dl4v3 · 2 years

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sugoaku.

who . . nahoya kawata x fem!reader

length . . 3.1k words

warnings . . mature/smut!, oral (ftm), dom smiley, angry being absolutely precious, hair pulling, quickie, kinda public indecency, second hand embarrassment lmao, throat fucking, no after care i must admit

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𝓨ou smiled from cheek to cheek with excitement as you entered a new ramen shop in Tokyo. Sugoaku.

"Oh wow, it smells amazing in here!" You exclaimed, starving your ass off. You barely ate last night and didn't touch any food at all today. All so that you could savor their food as much as possible. You'd heard so many good things about the shop, you didn't want to make yourself feel underwhelmed.

You took your headphones off your ears and placed them around your neck, the cushions laying on your exposed chest. "Hey, can I get a beef bowl?" You asked, taking a seat. There were only two guys in the kitchen in front of you and they both looked over at the same exact time. It startled you.

One of them had a cheeky smile across his face, while the other couldn't help but look pissed. The angry one had cotton candy blue hair and the smiley one had peach colored hair. Both of them had the same hairstyle; poofy afros pulled back in a puff. Regardless of their differences, you could definitely see their resemblance to one another. They were twins for sure. You looked at their name tags to figure out who was who.

"You want me to make it?" Asked Souya.

"Or me?" Added Nahoya.

You didn't see why it mattered, but you trusted the peach haired one more. The angry one seemed like he was pissed enough to spit in the noodles while you weren't looking. Of course, you had no idea he was the sweeter one of the two.

"You." You said with a smile, pointing at Nahoya. "Please?"

Nahoya hesitated, finding it difficult to not look at your cleavage. Sure, it was strangely hot outside today in contrast to the rain all week, but that tank top was still way too revealing. He was also sure you neglected to put on a bra; he could see the print of your nipples through the thin white fabric.

"Yeah, sure. Coming right up!" He exclaimed, preparing the noodles and dumping them in the boiling water.

You watched as he gripped the knife to quickly chop the onions, not slowing down in the slightest. He was oddly good with a knife. It was satisfying to watch him cook, you couldn't take your eyes off of his large, strong hands. His knuckles turning white from how hard he gripped the utensil. Even as he placed the finished product in front of you, your eyes followed his hands back to the kitchen before you realized he was done.

"O-oh." You stuttered, feeling stupid for not paying attention. He got a towel to wipe off his hands and forearms. Both brothers watched as you took apart the chopsticks and licked your lips in anticipation. "Thank you for the food!"

First, you pulled your faux locs up in a messy bun. You started with the pink and white naruto and then you moved on to the hard boiled, sliced egg. You were taking your time to savor the meal, enjoying the salty fish cake and lightly peppered eggs. It was nice, but Nahoya was impatient. He wanted you to get to the good part already.

Once most of the toppings were gone you moved onto the noodles, mixing them up lightly in the bowl. You gripped a bunch in between the chopsticks and opened your mouth wide to take a bite. A few seconds later your eyes widened in surprise before you shut them closed and slammed your open hand on your thigh. Once you swallowed it you couldn't help but sniffle and ask for a napkin.

"I didn't think it'd be spicy! That was a surprise!" You exclaimed, satisfied with the taste. "I'm a fan, but I didn't even see you put anything strong in the mixture. How'd you do it?"

Nahoya was fascinated that you could still speak. Wasn't your tongue throbbing? You were rubbing tears from your eyes and sniffling from how harsh he prepared the bowl, yet you were planning on finishing it? He was almost speechless.

"It's a family secret!" He managed to say, nudging at his brother to help him out. "Right, Souya?"

That guy still look pissed, but you were surprised by his calm response. "Yup.. a Kawata family secret."

You nodded in understanding before picking back up your chopsticks. "Next time I'll have to try yours, too." You decided, pointing a stick at Souya. "I'll bet yours is the sweet one!"

The boy tried to hide his blush by turning around to clean up some extra pots in the sink. Nahoya just chuckled at your claim. How'd you figure it out without even trying it yet? You were confident, that was for sure.

You slurped up another mouthful of noodles, not prepared to ask for a beverage until you finished the entire bowl. A few customers nearby cheered you on, not being able to handle the spice themselves, and it only encouraged you to persevere.

You only stopped between mouthfuls to clean up your face, but Nahoya wouldn't mind if you just let it stay a mess. He found it entertaining the way drool would run down your chin and tears would occasionally stream down your face, but you kept shoving his food in your mouth. Did you like it that much? You didn't have to eat it all, but you did. And he watched in astonishment as you held the bowl up to your lips, juices running down your chin as you finished every last drop.

You sat the bowl down loudly on the counter with a proud smile, your face damp with sweat, tears, and broth. The restaurant was silent for a moment until you spoke out with confidence.

"Thank you for the meal!" And with that, everyone turned into an uproar. They all clapped and ran over to you, a few of them asking if they could take a picture with you. You noticed critics smiling in their booths as they wrote down things on a piece of paper in satisfaction. You couldn't stop smiling, you felt like the shit. Hell yeah you came in there and finished the whole bowl on your first try. Yeah, your throat and stomach were burning like hell, but you did it!

Once everyone calmed down, you stood up and reached for your purse to find your wallet. Nahoya went to the back of the shop for more ingredients in the mist of all the excitement, so it was just you and Souya out here. You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you lifted your purse on your shoulder and laid your elbows on the counter. You leaned over so you could whisper and get his attention, your cleavage making its presence known in front of him.

"Uh.. excuse me?" You said, getting his attention. He walked over to you, trying his best to maintain eye contact.

"Hm? What is it?" He responded, drying your now clean bowl in his hand with a towel.

"I think I left my wallet at home.. It's not far at all, though! I could run and get it, I'll come right back!" You explained, hoping he'd let you off the hook. You really did want to pay, the food was great. "I'll even leave my purse here so you know I won't ditch."

Souya scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and looked around the restaurant. "Why don't you see if someone will spot you first?" He proposed, remembering how everyone praised you not too long ago.

You shuddered at the idea of asking the other customers here for money.. especially after you caused such a big scene. But the most you could do was try.

You walked over to a girl about the same age as you near the window. She was scrolling through her twitter feed when you interrupted her. "Um.. excuse me, hi.. Would you mind if I borrowed a few dollars? I forgot my-,"

"Girl, I don't get paid enough to buy two meals at a time." She said, holding her hand up. "I'm really sorry." You were annoyed that she cut you off like that, but apologized anyway for interrupting her meal and decided to ask someone else.

Souya watched in second hand embarrassment as you walked over to the grumpy old man on the other side of the restaurant. Souya knew quite well himself how much of a bitch that guy was and felt bad that you decided to talk to him of all people.

"Excuse me, sir. Sorry to bother you, but I forgot m-," You felt a tick mark form on your forehead as the old man scoffed in the middle of your sentence. Weren't these the same people just treating you like a fucking celebrity?

"Get the fuck away from my table dressed like that! Who do you think you are? This is a food establishment, not a strip club." He said, embarrassingly loud. You were this close to shoving his chopsticks down his wrinkly ass throat.

"You're right, this is a food establishment, not a fucking retirement home." You retorted. "Can you even walk with those crippled ass bones? Maybe you're so rude because you can't even go take a shit without-,"

A voice interrupted your assault from somewhere near the kitchen. "Excuse me, would you mind following me, ma'am?" Called Nahoya, walking past the sliding doors to the back of the restaurant.

'why is everyone interrupting me today, fuck.'

You sucked your teeth and kicked one of the legs on the table, causing the old man to curse you out as his ramem tipped over on his lap. You stuck out your tongue in response and went to the sliding doors in the back of the shop.

You didn't expect to see three more doors on the other side though. Not knowing which one to open, you went with the first one. You immediately shivered and slammed it shut. It was the freezer. The second door was the storage cabinet; it was pretty deep and full of boxes and stocked shelves of ingredients. Nahoya was waiting for you in the third room which must've been some kind of lounge. He was sitting on an L shaped couch with a glass coffee table in the middle. LED lights lined the border of the ceiling and a small TV was mounted in the middle of the room. This was a pretty big ramen shop if they could even fit a lounge back here.

You closed the door behind you and walked up to him, bowing as you apologized. You noticed he wasn't smiling when you came in and were trying to avoid making eye contact. It was intimidating..

"I didn't mean to cause a disturbance in your shop." You apologized, nervously. "I forgot my wallet at home and decided to-,"

"So how're you gonna pay for the bowl?" He asked, his voice sounding intrigued. He didn't care about who was bothered by the events going on in his shop, he was more curious as to what you'd come up with as payment. Wash dishes? Take up his shift for the day? Clean up shop later?

"I'll do whatever you ask." You said, standing up straight- your breasts bouncing in the process. "It was irresponsible of me to forget my money at home, so I'll do whatever you ask for today."

You'd just gotten your nails done, they were a perfect white. Not a nick or scratch to be seen. But you were prepared to get them dirty. You were expecting him to make you wash dishes or clean the stove. Your nails would definitely look like shit later; it was beginning to look like a sad day.

"Get on your knees."

Your eyes widened and you looked down at the man sitting on the couch in surprise.

"E-excuse me?" You felt dumb for speaking, but there was no way he meant what you thought he did.

"I said get on your knees. Are you dumb or somethin'?" He asked, man spreading and leaning back. His smile had found it's way back to his face already. "This'll be your payment."

You cleared your throat and bent down on your knees, awaiting his next command. What more could you do in this situation? You said you'd do whatever he asked for today and you were a woman of your word.

"I was surprised." He said, standing up and unbuckling his pants dangerously slow. "I didn't think the first person to eat my whole bowl of spicy ramen would be a girl."

You were offended. "Why does it ma-,"

"You're not gonna talk without permission, k'?" He asked, not expecting an answer as he looked down at you. You nodded to show you understood and he patted your head. "Good."

He pulled down his pants enough for you to see his print beneath the black boxers. "As I was saying.. It was really impressive. You didn't take any breaks either. I bet it made your head hurt, huh? And does your throat burn too?"

You stayed silent, not knowing how he'd react if you spoke out of turn again.

"Well, whatever." He said, finally pulling out his dick from it's restraints. "Just treat my dick how you treat my ramen, alright?"

Nahoya looked down at you in anticipation as you nodded and pulled your faux locs back up in a messy bun. You built up a good amount of saliva in your mouth and he watched in satisfaction as you licked from his tip to the back of his shaft, coating it with your own lube.

Your tongue was warm against his rubbery skin. When he pulled it out he wasn't even that hard yet, but you were beginning to notice him grown in your hand. You ran your hand up and down his dick, spreading your spit on it in the process. You leaned your mouth closer to fan your warm breath against his pink tip. Teasing. You locked eyes as you ran your tongue against his sensitive slit, quickening the pace of your hand jerking him off.

You licked your lips and took his tip in your mouth, squeezing your lips together and popping off of him with a kiss; a string of saliva following your plush lips. Before he could tell you to hurry up, you took half of him in your mouth. Your warm, drenched tongue moving around the veiny details of his dick in a teasing manner.

You maintained intimate eye contact with him, your tits bouncing with a clapping sound each time you bobbed your head against him. Every time you took him in, you went deeper and harder. So deep that his swollen tip was now slamming violently against the back of your sensitive throat. He cursed under his breath as you gagged but never slowed your pace, bobbing your head faster and breathing heavily through your nose.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you heard him try to hold back a moan in his throat. 'that was hot' The show you were putting on for him was godly. You were trying so hard even when your throat was already sore from his first time feeding you. Could you really take another meal?

"You're good at that, y'know?" He said, panting like a dog as you throat fucked him. You nearly pulled yourself off of him when he decided it would be a good idea to buck his own hips. He watched the shape of his dick indent the inside of your gummy cheeks with every shove. "Oh fuck, keep going."

You did as he said and rotated your tongue around him, the taste of his pre-cum lathering the back of your throat. You ignored your own gags and tried to move in sync with his hips, earning you another moan from Nahoya as your throat vibrated against his dick.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-," He shoved his hand against the back of your head and put your movements in sync with his thrusts. He quickened the pace as tears finally streamed down your chubby, full cheeks. Your throat was already sore and now he was fucking it without any restraint. You could barely breathe as you choked against him in pain, trying to pull back to take a break. But he wouldn't allow that.

"What're you cryin' for?" He asked, wiping away one of your tears with his other hand. "Don't tell me now you wanna take a fuckin' break." His pace didn't even slow down at the sight of your struggling efforts. In fact, it got rougher. His hips thrusts were getting sloppier, more chaotic. He was shoving himself in and out of you with all of his strength. You couldn't keep up, he was insane to put it all in your mouth at once like this. You couldn't take it. You gripped the back of his thighs and scratched against the fabric of his pants in an attempt to save yourself, but it only encouraged him to finish.

You felt him twitch in your mouth, somehow hitting your throat harder out of excitement. He was chasing his release, adrenaline alone keeping him at such a steady yet inhumane pace.

"Shit, I'm fucking close." He warned, out of breath. "You're gonna swallow it all, too. Every last drop, understand?"

You breathed heavily through your nose and moaned in response, scratching harder against his pants. A few more heavy thrusts and he pulled out, immediately ordering you to open your mouth, which you did. You hung your tongue out to your chin and closed your eyes as he shot his warm cum down your throat, painting your tongue white.

He smiled at your messy appearance and went to get two towels, wetting them in the sink. One for himself and the other for you. He cleaned himself up before bending down to wipe up your sticky face and neck.

"Good job! You're really impressive y'know?" He praised, sitting next to you and letting you collapse against his chest in exhaustion. Your only response was your heavy breathing as your eyelashes fluttered in an attempt to stay awake.

You were pulled out of your attempt to pass out by Nahoya sitting you up and reaching in his pocket. "I'd love to play some more, but I left my little brother out there by himself." He explained, putting his responsibilities first.

You rubbed your eyes and nodded, not having any more strength in your lungs to speak. You fixed yourself up and grabbed your purse to follow Nahoya out. But just as he reached the door he stopped with an "oh!" and turned around to face you with a cheeky smile.

"By the way," He stood where he was and reached into his pocket, tossing something to you. Your eyes widened in disbelief at what you were now holding. "Here's your wallet."

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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I’m pretty sure takemichi has baby clothes for baby michi that are matching outfits of that had the red outlaw shorts, button up shirt, sunglasses and sandals. I feel like if toman were to see baby michi in that they would immediately change him into something more fashionable or comfortable and they burn the other outfits

-Mind anon 🔮

He fucking would

He watches his brother so he probably gets him clothing

Ugly ugly clothing

Toman halted as they watched (name) waddle into the livingroom in what they would describe as the ugliest outfit they had ever seen.

Instead of red like takemichi (name) had lime green outlaw shorts and a checkered orange and yellow button up shirt and to top it off, dad sandals with tacky sunglasses.

"Takemichi, do you hate (name)?" Draken asked genuinely as the baby who had just figured out walking waddled over to a very very concerned Mikey who lifted him up "what?! No! Why would you think that?!" Takemichi looked horrified as draken dead stared him "then why are you dressing him to be bullied!"

"He looks good!"

"Absolutely not!"

Toman walked into (name)s nursery and checked out the babes clothes and they managed to find a not hideous outfit for the baby.

"Let's get you some cute clothes buddy!" Mitsuya said glaring at takemichi and his ugly ass taste in clothing "it's not that bad!"

"You're basically asking for him to get bullied!"

By the end they watched Baji burn the clothes in Takemichis fireplace and little (name) dressed in cuter clothing as the Kawata twins got him into a tiny bomber jacket.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #takemichi x male reader #toman x reader

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charliesgoodboy · 2 years

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It was me!

Child!Kawata twins x Child!Gn/male reader

Just a lil short story Reader pronouns: He/they

Summary:You, Smiley and angry had been playing around and souya accidently bumped into the table which had there moms new vace which costed 100,000¥(714.17 in dollars)

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"Oh no...what do I do??" Souya said while looking down in guilt at his moms new vace which was now broken cause of his recklesness.

You and nahoya were standing beside him all the while trying to figure out what to do.

"Um...we can try to hide it??" You suggest.

"No, if we pick it up with our hands, they'll bleed and mama will notice the blood." Nahoya corrects.

So all you three could do was sit and stare at the expensive vace until there mom had come home, and noticed the difference.

Not even 12 seconds after Souya just broke down crying, not knowing at all what else to do anymore.

He fucked up, he fucked up bad, and he knew it, but he just couldn't bear the guilt.

You and Nahoya rush to his side trying to comfort him in all of his crying, which was to some use, cause at least he didn't end up breaking anymore things after that.

"*hic* I-I d-don't k- *hic* know w-what e-else to do!" He kept rubbing his eyes as to try to get them to go away.(ik this sounds like takemichi, but like he's a child come on!-)

"It's ok Souya...I-...I'll take the blame for you.." said Nahoya confidently.

"W-wha n-no I-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before his mom had walked in.

Damn.

"Now what happened here!?!" The twins mom said raising her voice but not to high, so she doesn't make things more stressful.

"I-"

"I'm sorry miss, but I broke the vace.." You cut off Nahoya from speaking.

"Hey..what are you doing!?!" Nahoya whisper yelled while nugding you.

"I was not being careful and I bumped the table being really clumsy." You bow.

"Gomen." The mother sighed not knowing what to do, all of your "honesty" had melted her heart and she couldn't even yell at you!

"Ah.I see...I forgive you...but you'll have to stand 30 seconds at the wall for breaking my vace you know!" And with that all three of you freaked.

"30 SECONDS?!?!" All of you said in unison.

"Mama I'm sure you'll understand that, that is way to rash!" Nahoya complained.

"No please not 30 seconds mama! ! Anything but that!!" Souya pleaded.

"Nope, they'll have to pay the price for breaking my vace." She shook her head taking your hand and leading you to the corner of the wall.

From afar the twins had watched as you stood at the wall back facing them.

"Why! Just why!?!" And souya cried even more.

Nahoya sighed caressing his back as some sort of comfort.

"It's ok they'll be out soon..."

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Bonus:

"Yep! And that's what happened!" The twins mom said on the phone to yours.

"Aww that's so sweet of them!"

"Haha yea...it really is...you know that your still paying for my vace right??" She smiled while chuckleing.

"Aw shit."

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yeosatinyngz · 2 years

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Waiting at the shopping district’s entrance, it was only a minute before the planned meeting time. You contemplate what Rindou wants to talk to you about. Wondering about the possibilities, a hand then waves in front of you pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh hey Rindou.” “Hey, have you eaten dinner yet?” “No, you?” “No. Shall we get something to eat then?” You quickly nod. “I have an idea, let’s go get ramen at Sugoaku, the owners are so adorable and make bomb ass ramen. They also tell the funniest stories, I remember once they shared a story of some weirdo that did splits mid battle.” Rindou shudders at the thought of seeing the Kawata twins until he realizes that the weirdo you were referring to was him.

A little pissed at how he was depicted in the twins’ story he bitterly let’s out, “No thank you, I despise ramen.” Especially if it’s made by one of those 2 cotton candy headed brothers. “That’s a shame, you pick then.” “Udon?” “Sure!” He led the way and then you were both seated in the restaurant. After ordering Rindou clears his throat. “So what I wanted to discuss with you is that on the days the daycare is closed I have a trusted babysitter to look after Kiyoko but she actually quit yesterday and I’m in a rush to find a replacement and I was wondering if you could look after her on the weekends? I know it's a lot to ask and of course I’ll be paying you so what do you say?” He finished rambling while nervously fidgeting his fingers.

You mentally crossed out all the possibilities you thought of beforehand since you didn’t see this request coming from anywhere. Well, this is an interesting development. While you were thinking about whether to accept his request or not, the purple haired male seated in front of you was sweating out of nervousness. I need them to say yes, I don’t have time to find anyone else. Rindou was examining your facial expressions trying to figure out what you were thinking but you were completely poker faced which added on to his worry.

After reviewing the pros and cons, you ultimately came down to the conclusion that you were going to accept Rindou’s offer. You nod to yourself at your decision, Rindou sees this as a sign that you decided on an answer and nervously gulps. He wipes his sweaty hands upon his dress pants while waiting for you to speak up. “Alright, I’ll do it.” He sighs a breath of relief. “Great, if you don’t mind, you can come over after we eat and I’ll show you around.” “Okie dokie.” OUT OF EVERYTHING I CAN SAY, I FUCKING SAY SOME DUMB SHIT LIKE OKIE DOKIE?!😭🤚

Before you could regret your poor choice of words furthermore, the waiter came with the food. You both dug in and were ravished by the delicious flavor of the udon. After finishing eating, the bill came and Rindou quickly handed his credit card to the waiter. “Hey! I was going to pay.” “I came out here fully intending on treating you so no need to worry about it.” “But-“ He cuts you off, “I was the one to call you out and just think of it as a treat for taking such good care of my daughter. I really appreciate you helping her make friends.” “That’s just me doing my job.” “And for that you deserve to be rewarded.” SHIT DAWG YOU’RE A SMOOTH CRIMINAL, BOUTA BLUSH AT YOUR COMPLIMENTS.

You quickly calmed yourself from your inner thoughts. “Well then the next one is on me ok?” “Deal. Now let’s go shall we?�� You nod. Rindou drove you to his place, and on the way there you both engaged in some simple small talk. You watch the scenery from the window out of curiosity and after a while Rindou pulls up into the driveway of an extravagant mansion. Woah, talk about fancy. You stare at the building in awe. “We’re here.”

Rindou unlocks the door and gestures for you to go in first. You let yourself in and upon your arrival you hear Ran screaming from the kitchen. “Rinrin, I made you your fav, ramen!” You snapped your head at Rindou. “But you said you despised ramen.” He immediately looks away from you not wanting to explain. “I already ate!” He shouts back at his brother. Ran storms out the kitchen with a look of annoyance which disappears when he sets his eyes on you. “Y/N? Any chance you want some ramen?” “I’m good but thanks for the offer Ran.” “Wait then that means you two ate together? And you guys didn’t even bother to invite me?!” He scoffs.

While you and Ran were conversing, Rindou's mind went to one thing. Since when were these two on a first name basis? Didn’t they have beef with each other or something? He was soon pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the booming sound of tiny feet pattering on the floorboards. Kiyoko ran to the living room at the mention of your name and the sound of your voice. “Y/N SAN!!!” “Hello sweetie!” She excitedly jumped up and down. “What are you doing here??”

You look over to Rindou, “Should I tell her?” “Tell me what?” The little girl looked up with you with her head tilted to the side. “I’ll tell her.” Now she’s looking up at her father in anticipation. “Y/N San is your new babysitter.” Her eyes went wide open and all you three heard was a high pitched shriek reverberating around the room. You all grimaced from the sound and covered your ears. Luckily, she quickly stopped and was hugging your leg instead. You dropped down into a squat to give her a more proper hug.

“I was going to show Y/N San around, you want to help?” Of course Kiyoko nodded and excitedly grabbed your hand and dragged you along with her. “Here’s my room!” This happened throughout the whole tour and finally she led you back to the living room. “and there’s stinky uncle Ran.” She said while pointing at him. “EXCUSE ME?! I’M JUST SITTING HERE AND BREATHING AND I’M BEING BULLIED BY A CHILD.” You pat his shoulder, “It’ll be ok Ran.” You pretended to wipe a fake tear from your face. He positioned his pointer finger under his eye and dragged it down imitating a tear stream. “No it won’t, her words cut deep.” To add on to his theatrical performance he added some sniffles for some added effect. Rindou is rolling his eyes at you both. Kinda wish they still had beef with each other, they get along too well.

After everything died down you announced that you were going to head home and Kiyoko begged you to stay. “I’m sorry but I really have to go home, I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie.” “Ok then, bye bye!” “Bye!” Rindou walks past you both and gestures at you. “Come on, I’ll drop you off.” A little taken aback by his offer you let out awkwardly, “oh, thanks.”

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litepowee · 1 year

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𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

ft. Nahoya Kawata & Souya Kawata

cw. drowning mention, gn!reader, time travellers/immortal au

wc. 3.6k

beta readers: @awkwardchick87 & my boyfriend <33

a/n: thank you all so much for yer support on my first writing piece!! ps...this was inspired by this song v

1753 - Spain

A green dress caught their attention without fault, the corset hugging your body so perfectly. It was as if you had the entirety of the dance hall entranced on your figure, as your dance partner spun you around the floor. The roar of applause filled the room as the quartet settled. They fell still, as if their bodies had been turned to stone. Souya is the first to break the trance he had fallen under, a breathless laugh escaping him as you grab a glass of champagne.

Nahoya, with a white tux adorning his frame, stood as a stark contrast against Souya, who wore a black one. A stolen glance from you was all it took for them, as they made their way toward you, allowing your friend ample time to slip away as they approached. “Can I help you gentlemen?” You eye them, taking notice of the stark contrast between the two. The differentiation in their attire,the color and even the styles of their hair.. Souya’s hair tied up in a bun, with Nahoya allowing his hair to flow freely, beautifully framing his grinning face.

“Why yes, you can sweetheart,” Nahoya’s permanent smile only serves to widen, sharing a glance with Souya, whose eyes are darting around. They both reach out a hand towards you. “May we have this dance?” is spoken in unison to go along with the gesture. A bashful giggle slips past your lips as you glance towards the quartet, “I’ve never danced with two men at once, I must admit.” Taking both of their hands in yours as they lead you out to the ballroom floor. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll make it work.'' Souya says as Nahoya stands off to the side, his hand sliding down to your waist as your own settles on his shoulder.

The music starts up as other couples join the floor, smiling, as you gaze into Souya's eyes. ‘They are a very pretty shade of blue…’ you can’t help but notice as Souya leads the dance. Your eyes wandered over to Nahoya, taking in his slim frame sipping champagne. Absorbed in his brothers’ looks, Souya bites the inside of his cheek before dipping you down, promptly directing your attention back to him. His eyes soften as they meet yours, and you can’t help but to smile at the warmness they hold. Lifting you back to your feet, Souya slightly bows before spinning you into Nahoya’s frame. “Careful sweetheart, don’t want you falling for me just yet.”

A blush dusting your face, you resume dancing and focus on keeping in time with the music. “What makes you so sure I would fall for you or your friend?” His peachy hair flowing with his movements as Nahoya chides “Thought you were more observant than that love,” in a flash peach is swapped with a sky blue “We are brothers from a nearing kingdom.” As the music reaches its crescendo, Souya dips you down,your faces so close together you could feel his breath on your lips. Blushing, he avoids your gaze as you’re lifted back up and led back to where Nahoya was standing. “Well thank you for the dance gentlemen, it was truly an experience. I do hope to see you two again?”

The twins share a glance before each grabbing a hand, leaning down to press a kiss to it. Peering up through their lashes they mumble out in unison “We can only hope, my dear.”Years upon years passed since your fateful encounter with the Kawata’s. You knew in the back of your mind they wouldn’t keep their promise. Trying to remind yourself ‘it's for the better, less they find out what I really am’. An immortal, who takes the form of someone in their early 20s, but has lived for thousands of years; that would scare any person away the second they found out your shameful secret.

1822 - England

Working down in the factory takes most of your hours in the day, though the hours are long and you don’t have anyone to come home to; being occupied makes life livable. Immortality has its ups and downs, but right now if you could only be back in Spain wearing that beautiful ball gown rather than an ash covered pair of overalls and t-shirt. ‘I’d take Spain please.’ You think to yourself with a dry chuckle.

After another long day at the factory, it wasn’t uncommon to go to the pub with some of your mates. “Aye Y/n! Finally made it, thought ya weren’t gonna show.”You laugh his comment off as you sit beside him at the bar, ‘’Wow didn’t know ya’ thought so lowly of me, like some slag, eh?” A round of beer turned into two, three? It was getting hard to keep count, “Eh, ‘m going out for fresh air!” You holler over the noise of the men talking, clinking glasses filled with rich beer. They desperately ache to release the stress and tension of work before getting back to their wives and family.

Leaning up against the cobblestone walls with vines of ivy climbing up, you glance up at the stars. ‘The only thing that stays the same for me. The only thing I got left is you guys, you mumble out, a smile forms across your lips. Watching them twinkle and shine so brightly, a sense of comfort filling your mind, and all tension dissipating. Down the dusty gravel road, your attention is caught by two voices, one sounding rather drunk already, slurring his words, “I ain’t worried! I don’t know why you’re so worried ‘Hoya!” As the men come into view, your breath hitches in your throat. ‘Peach and sky blue hair...’ Your mind started to race, staring at the two men leaning on each other for support. ‘No that ain’t possible, it has to be their descendants or something like that. I ain’t crazy.’

Suddenly your feet feel unstable, your body swaying as if you were out at sea, rather than standing on the gravel roads of England. You reach a hand out to the wall to stabilize yourself. “Hey, ‘cuse me!” You holler out, grabbing their attention. They both look over and seem to freeze as they meet your eyes. It seems as if time had frozen in its place. No one dared to move a muscle in fear of what may happen next. After a minute, Nahoya is the first to speak, letting out a confused “Eh?”. It’s almost like you can see the gears turning in his head and before you can realize that maybe they aren’t those guys' descendants, it's too late. “Wait, wait, what the fuck?” Souya mumbles out, raising his hand to point to you,

“Hoya what the fuck is this?!”

His head swinging between his brother and yourself, blue curls following in his tracks. Nahoya ignores his brother's calls, stepping forward to your frozen stature. “Madrid, Spain, in 1753…” He breathes out almost in a whisper, words barely reaching your ears. “A green gown, with black lacing, right? Am I right?”

No no no no… this couldn’t be happening. This isn’t possible, it simply isn’t, right? It has been 69 years since you have been in Spain. These two should have been far more aged then they appear to be now. You lay a hand against your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut feeling as if you had been spinning. “Hey! Hey, what the fuck is this?!” Souya walks up to you, looking you up and down despite his drunken state; you can smell the liquor wafting off his breath. Nahoya bursts out laughing as if this was the funniest thing in the world to him. “Barely recognized you with the short hair and total wardrobe change!” His laughter dies down as he takes long strides to you. Souya stepping off to lean on the cobblestone wall, Nahoya reaches up to wipe away a smear of charcoal powder on your cheek.

“We meet again, my beloved.”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. There isn’t any logical explanation. You were the only immortal as far as you knew. One of your kind. An eternity of loneliness, so why?

Pulling your hand back you look at both of them, doubt and uncertainty swimming in your eyes which doesn’t go unnoticed by Nahoya. “You, both of you, this shouldn’t be happening. Can you die?” Both brothers look at you as if you’ve just spoken another language, taken aback and slightly hurt by your sudden question. Souya chuckles as if in disbelief “ ‘Course we can, what kinda question is that? Eh? Take us for some kinda freaks?” He snarled.

That was the push. ‘Freak?’ Tears threaten to spill over your lash line as you turn your back, running off into the night. Dust follows your path, as they can only look on at your retreating form. New tears gather as you continue to blink them away, praying the day will come where they will leave your mind for good, and never return into your sight.

“Begone and never return.” Your voice croaks into the night sky,

“Please…”

Letting the hot tears stain your moonlit face.

Sydney - 1994

How many deaths have you faked at this point? Has to be in the 100s by now, you think. As much as you want to feel guilt, knowing that it's fruitless to make connections with those around you, knowing they're going to die and you’ll outlive them by the centuries; humans are social creatures even if they are immortal.

New century new you, right?

That’s what you keep in your head as you walk down the open hallways feeling a warm breeze on your skin. Opening the door, you take a deep breath stepping into the grand lecture hall. All eyes on you, you can feel the piercing stares of hundreds, maybe even thousands of students in the auditorium. “So happy to see so many people attending today, I am your professor Y/n, and will be teaching HIST 2114 this term. I do hope you’re all ready to dive into the past and uncover what historians in our education system may have attempted to hide from us.”

Everything was going well, the first class ended without a hitch. As students flood out of the hall, you take notice of a pointed gaze on you; well rather two gazes. Looking up to meet their eyes, you’re met with…

Peach and sky blue hair.

It feels as if you’ve been punched in the stomach. Your body suddenly feels heavy, weighed down by cinder blocks. You’re almost compelled to laugh, the bodily sensations reminding you of your time in England, around 1692? Or was it 1693? The feeling of water filling your lungs, as water rushes against your body. A cough tugs at your throat, as you fight a smile on your lips.

Those same eyes stare back at you, before they come to life making their way down to you. Nahoya is the first to call out to you, “Hey prof! Could we talk to ya for a second?” Souya trailing behind him as if he’s unsure he is believing that you were real. Any words fall flat on your tongue as you only manage to give a small nod to the twins. “Meet us at the waterfront at 9pm tonight, teach.” Nahoya whispers as he passes by you.

“Smiley! Angry! You guys coming or what?!” A voice yelled from the halls, grabbing their attention. Nahoya’s smile only grows wider, well Souya’s eyes stay glued to the ground, trailing behind him. “Don’t be late, Y/n.” It’s almost a whisper, but loud enough to ring in your ears.

It felt like time was moving too fast and too slow simultaneously. Pacing around as you wait for the clock to strike 9; granted you’ve already been here for half an hour. Your mind had been racing ever since the encounter with the twins.

Maybe it's not too late to just leave. I mean they can’t possibly know right? That’s insane. You’re the only one of your kind, aren’t you? It feels like the world is spinning around you, everything a blurry mess as you grip your chest. It’s not too late to start anew somewhere else. Go somewhere they can’t find you. Start a new life, start over. Again and again.

“I can’t do this, this isn’t real, I can’t.” Mumbling incoherently as you try to get motion in your feet that seem to be connected to the ground beneath.

It's not too late it's not too late it's not- it's too late.

Souya and Nahoya come into view as you feel your heart rate picks up. “Do you know how hard you are to track down?” Souya is the first to speak, scowling at you. Furrowing your eyebrows at them, “Track down? What are you guys trying to kill me or something? What the hell is going on!” Both brothers share a look before Nahoya sighs, his seemingly signature smile nowhere to be seen, “Well, don’t you think you need to do some explaining too?” Your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, words unable to form.

Souya lets out a nervous chuckle as he steps between the two of you. “Look Nahoya, I think we should tell them what’s going on first. They’re probably just as confused as we are.” Taking a small strand of curls, he twirls it between his fingers before continuing., “Well if it wasn’t obvious enough, we’re time travelers…” He can’t seem to meet your eyes, as Nahoya stands off to the side waiting for his brother to continue. Glancing between you and his brother, he sighs stepping in, “Well, you see sweetheart. We weren’t expecting to meet another one ya’ know?”

You look dumbfounded at the brothers, mind trying to process what was being said. They were both time travelers? That would explain how they seemed to never age no matter what time period you had collided in. But they thought you were also one? One of them?

For a second, all that could be heard was the wind rustling through the leaves, trees swaying in the background as your gaze locked onto the brothers. The swaying silence was soon broken by a quiet giggle that soon manifested into something louder, something almost sounding like joy.

Nahoya could only let his smile fall, matching the concerned look Souya held, watching your frame backlit by the moon shining so brightly; it was almost blinding. As soon as it came upon you, it disappeared and you were met once again with silence. Becoming uncomfortably aware of their eyes gazing deeply on you, another chuckle escapes you, “I-i’m sorry. I didn’t mean, I’m sorry, I don’t know what had come over me. But…I, I'm not like you guys, I ain’t a time traveler. I’m an immortal.”

It was the brothers turn to look at you in disbelief.

Souya was the first to utter something that sounded like words, “A immor-wait, wait how?”

Before you could even begin to explain yourself, a high-pitched tone rang from Nahoya’s pocket. Both of their eyes widened as Nahoya scrambled to pull a small electronic device out of his pocket.

“Fuck not now.” Souya mumbles out as he looks at Nahoya, eyes swirling with something that almost looks dreadful. “Shit not now!” Nahoya shouted as he held the device closer to read it. The tone continued, beeping in short intervals matched with a red light flashing. “Nahoya! Let me see!” Souya cried out, pressing himself against his brother's side.