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sliceofcake-cupoftea · 1 year

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How to tell Cobra

Character(s): Smokey (x reader), "Cobra" Junpei Hino

Plot Line: Even though you were twins, Cobra was born before you. This meant he would be your big brother; no matter what you or he could do about it. He took this to heart and protected you fiercely from everything. However, what happens what you end up in a situation and you have to tell your protective older brother something he rather not hear?

Warnings: Anxiety, Angst, Inappropriate comedy (18+), talks of terminal Illness, High & Low violence

How does one tell Cobra something.

Even as his younger sister (though only by an hour, which you remind him of constantly) you ask yourself that often. For it is often that Cobra messes up and has to tell you something. Like the time Yamato and him broke your doll house or the time he accidentally lost all your history notes that he stole before a big exam.

So whenever you messed up, it was hard to tell him.

Usually there would be a right time or a moment you could bring it up. But, you didn’t think such a thing existed in this situation.

Put simply, you were pregnant.

More precisely three months along now but you’ve known since you were two weeks in. The main problem was. You haven’t told anyone…

Not Naomi. Not Yamato. Not Noboru. And definitely–Definitely–not Cobra.

The reason was simple. You were scared. Not just by their reaction when they find out you are pregnant. But by whom.

Smokey.

Life worked in strange ways. Everyone would be shocked when they found out. How the hell did you two meet? They likely wouldn’t think you two had anything in common. Turns out it was the simple things. You both cared deeply about family and you both hated to be a burden to the ones you loved and adored. The two of you grew close over those two simple things. Extremely close on nights when one of you needed comfort.

Was it love? Was it a close friendship? It was hard to determine.

It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.

You still remembered Smokey’s words when you told him. Always so calm and always so sweet; thinking of others before himself. Even as he tried to keep calm and collected, you could see by how his hands ever so slightly shook as he took yours that he was scared. Afraid.

Smokey has never been in good health since you’ve known him. While you’ve helped him go to a doctor, they didn’t have much help to give. A lung transplant; that's the only thing that could stop his deteriorating health. All he could do was wait and maybe–if he was lucky–get a donation to pay for the surgery. But the chances were few and far between. So, he could only take some pills to keep himself stable and put his health on the back burner for now.

Would he live long enough for the child to grow up? What would happen if you were left all alone? Even though he didn’t say it, you knew those were the questions that were clouding Smokey’s mind.

It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.

You allowed him to hold you that night. Ignoring the worried calls from Cobra and the others when you didn’t return home. Only in the morning messaging a simple ‘I’m okay’ to them even though you weren’t. You and Smokey going your separate ways as the sun rose early in the morning. Him needing to return back to the Rude Boys and you needing to return back to Sannoh.

Life worked in strange ways. It really did.

It really fucking did.

“I can’t believe this,” You mumble, likely looking a little pale as you stare down at the stack of ultrasound photos. Each one of the Rude Boys wanting a photo of their precious niece/nephew so you had to ask for quite a few. Usually one would have their first ultrasound at 6 to 9 weeks but due to you working full time and bills needing to be paid, you had to wait until now; at 12 weeks.

Technically you could have waited longer, Smokey and you were in no rush to get the ultrasound. An idea more on the backburner as the boys and him were more focused on trying to figure out if they could make furniture for the baby out of scrap wood from around nameless city. An idea you were highly against unless they sanded it and made sure none of the wood was compromised in any way.

Surprisingly, they found such wood. And on the same day, when you woke up to a very big shock.

“Lala,” Smokey’s sister whips her head around at her name being called. Looking quite confused as she sees you in the middle of Spring wearing a big puffy coat. It seemed your weird appearance didn’t just catch her attention either as P and Yu jumped down from their places in an area up above. Likely on patrol.

“Is everything ok–” Not allowing her to answer, you dragged her to a tent nearby. Usually used for shops to set up, but it was far too early for them. Quickly, P follows after you two, signaling to Yu to go find Smokey. Knowing this is something he should know. “What’s wrong–”

Lala falls short of finishing her sentence as you take off your coat and show her what had you acting so strange. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she just saw you a day ago and it didn’t look like anything like this.

“Woah…” P lets out, taking the words right out Lala’s mouth for her. The girl still very much in shock as she tried to wrap her head around it. “That’s… That’s normal right?”

“I– Sort of? I– I don’t know. They said it's common for it to just appear suddenly one morning when you wake up. But– I don’t think it's supposed to be–”

“Is everything–”

You nearby jump in shock as Smokey and the rest of the Rude Boys barge into the tent. Expecting something horrible only to stare in shock just like P and Lala were seconds ago once they see you. The only one being somewhat calm about the situation being, of course, Smokey. Who after reading some books with you, knew this would be happening any day now.

His eyes soften as he gazes upon it. Looking at you with love and wonder as he slowly makes his way to you. A soft grin spreading to his lips as he touches your stomach, lightly tracing the bump there with his calloused fingers.

“Don’t– Don’t you think it's a bit big?” You finally ask after a few moments, telling Smokey the worry clouding your mind as you gazed upon your stomach, “I look eighteen weeks pregnant, not twelve.”

You were correct. While many in the tent knew nothing about pregnancies and had hardly ever seen a pregnant woman in her first trimester, they couldn’t help but agree that your bump was rather big. Which is likely what added to the huge shock as they saw you just over 24 hours before, no bump in sight.

“Maybe you should go to that ultrasound?” Takeshi suggests, always the voice of reason amongst the boys especially whenever Smokey was absent. “If it has to do with your belly… the doctors should be able to notice it with that, right?”

Smokey and you looked at each other and you couldn’t help but agree that Takeshi made a fair point.

“I can see if Dr.Sato has a free spot today? Will you be…” Your voice trails off when you notice a sad look grow on Smokey’s face.

“Sorry…” He starts, letting out a heavy sigh, “Things between Daruma and us have been… tense. We are expecting Daruma to try to cause some chaos in the market later today. I really want to but–”

You grab Smokey’s hand, stopping the man from going into a rant, “It's okay. I understand.”

And you did. If being Cobra’s sister taught you anything, it is that sometimes the people you loved had to drop everything at a moment’s notice to protect what they believed in.

“Just keep me updated. I’ll let you know if I got the appointment and if nothing is going on, we can see if it's safe for me to come here after.”

Smokey nods his head. While disappointed he won’t be there, he is at least pleased he will be updated on what is going on.

Fuck.

As you finally turn your phone back on after shutting it down during your appointment, you couldn’t help but grow anxious at the slew of texts that came in; some dating back hours ago. While many were from Sannoh and your brother asking if you wanted to join them at the bar, some were from the Rude Boys. It seemed the situation with Daruma was solved and Smokey was wondering if–

“There you are,” You nearly jump in fright as a voice calls out in front of you. Instantly recognizing the blonde male in front of you.

“Takeshi? What the hell–” You start, thankful it wasn’t a different blonde. Especially as it would be hard to explain the building you were standing out in front of. Quickly you whip your head around before dragging the male into an alleyway nearby, “What are you doing here? This is Sannoh territory.”

It would be extremely hard to come up with an excuse as to why a Rude Boy was this far from their territory. Especially as the boys rarely left and you were in the north end of Sannoh, closer to Oya territory than theirs.

“Smokey got worried. You didn’t answer his texts and it was getting dark,” Takeshi says, gesturing to the golden and red sky above you guys, “He sent me to pick you up.”

Moving his hand, he points to an old army jeep. One the Rude Boys often used along with their dirt bikes when they needed to get somewhere not in their territory fast. However, due to it being so old and so unique, it wouldn’t be hard for any of the Sannoh boys to instantly recognize the vehicle. Knowing an opposing gang was in their territory.

Oh god.

“Give me a second.” Takeshi says, suddenly seeming to remember something as he pulls out his phone. It rings for a moment before someone picks up on the other end.

“Hello?” Instantly recognizing the voice on the other end, you visibly relax.

“Hey, Smokey. I’ve got her right here. She just came out of her appointment.”

“Did everything go well?” Smokey asks as you take the phone from Takeshi. Already feeling much better as you could hear his voice on the other end. He has always had that calming effect on you, “Nothing wrong?”

Letting out another sigh, you hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. Likely the others joining Smokey to hear the results of your appointment.

“Everything went well. Nothing wrong at all. Just…” You let out a particularly heavy sigh, knowing you had no choice but to explain it to them as just ignoring the obvious would make them more concerned, “...I’m feeding for four.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

Takeshi–the only one you can visibly see–jaw drops in shock as he processes what you just said. Even though you shouldn’t, you can’t help but laugh a little. Finally giving the male the stack of photos after a few moments so he can finally come to terms on what you said.

Staring down at the photo, even though it wasn’t his, Takeshi can’t help but feel tears pluck in the corner of his eyes as he sees his nieces/nephews. Each labeled with a number 1 through 3 so it was each to identify each one.

“Tr–Triplets…” Takeshi starts, his voice slightly shaking as he speaks, “She’s having triplets, Smokey.”

A little concerned by the sudden silence at the other end, you call out as well, “Smokey?”

Your eyes can’t help but widen in shock as you hear an ever so slight sniffle on the other end.

“Y–Yeah?”

Takeshi seems quite taken aback as well as he hears the others telling Smokey it was okay as they laughed and patted their leader on the back. Though the two of you quickly can’t help but allow a wide grin to take on your faces as you hear Smokey’s chuckle as well; Sounding slightly watered down from his tears and stuffy nose as he was still a bit emotional. Realizing it was a good cry, not a bad one.

“We’ll be there soon, Smokey.” Looking up at Takeshi, who grabs the keys from his pockets, you quickly follow him out of the alleyway as you continue to talk on the phone, “Don’t go crying anymore. I still have yet to show you the photos. I practically started sobb–”

Quickly, as you glance to your right, you can’t help but freeze in your steps. The smile wiping clean off your face when your eyes lock with another.

Oh, no.

No. no. no. no. no.

“Shit,” Takeshi curses once he sees them as well, “Smokey, fuck. We’ve been seen.”

However, even though you know Smokey and the others are saying something on the other end, you can only continue to stare at your brother; the rest of the world blocked out just from the pure shock running through your body. Cobra eyes are wide and confused as he sees you. The rest of the gang confused as well as they pause in getting off their bikes. Clearly having showed up after hearing the Rude Boys jeep was spotted in Sannoh.

It is only as Takeshi shakes your shoulder that you finally snap your gaze away from Cobra, “We have to go. Now.”

But–

Not allowing you a second to respond, likely thinking you were still in shock, Takeshi grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you to the car. Hoping that since the boys are far enough down the street, that he could beat them to his car.

“Hey. Hey!” The roaring sound of blood pumping through your veins echoes in your head as your brother finally snaps out of his trance. His voice muffled in your ears even though he is probably yelling. As you shakily take a seat in the passenger seat, you can’t help but jump in surprise as you feel a hand suddenly grab onto the jacket on your shoulder.

“What are you doing? Why the hell are you with—?” Yamato asks as you stare up at him with wide eyes. However, it is as he pulls at your jacket, that he sees your stomach. Stopping him dead in his tracks as he takes in the sight, “Why are you pregnant? What the fuck did those bastar–”

You gasp in shock as Takeshi suddenly kicks Yamato, getting the man to fall onto the sidewalk, as the vehicle finally starts. You can’t help but snap your head around as your brother begins to call your name, still racing after the vehicle. Only stopping once the vehicle finally picks up speed, causing him to stop and stare.

To stare back at you with so many questions and concerns in his eyes.

“I—“ You start, turning back around to face the front. Just in pure shock at what just happened, “I— I should have told him. Oh my god… I’m such an idiot.”

“Stop it.” Takeshi yells over the wind as he drives, reaching a hand over to grab onto one of your shaking ones. “You did what you thought best. You weren’t sure how Cobra would react to finding out about Smokey. It could have caused a bigger mess than this for all you know.”

“But— My brother will be chasing after us, you know?” You start, looking in the rear view mirror as if waiting for the motorcycles of the Sannoh Hoodlum Squad to whip around the corner, “He’ll— He’ll come to nameless city and—“

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Takeshi says, grabbing hold of your shoulders and hugging you as the vehicle reaches a stop light. “Everything will be okay. This can’t blow up anymore than it is.”

“B-But—“

“Breathe. Please just breathe.” Takeshi says, running a hand down your back to soothe your shaking figure, “We’ll be home soon. Everything will be okay.”

As the stop light changes and he is forced to pull away, you are finally quiet. While still shaking, you lean into Takeshi’s side for comfort. Clutching his hand tightly as he continues to drive back to the Rude Boys territory. Unable to stop yourself from jumping whenever you heard to loud sound of a motorcycle engine off in the distance

“Smoke—“ As soon as Takeshi slams on the brakes, putting the car in park. The rest of the Rude Boys descend. Instantly Smokey clutches onto you and helps you out of the car, not wanting to let you go.

His eyes trail your body, looking for any signs that you were hurt in any way.

“What in the hell happened out there?”

“Sannoh recognized–” As Takeshi leaps out and begins to explain, you allow Smokey to pick you up–something you usually wouldn’t allow–as he and the group begin to walk. Knowing better than to argue with the leader when he was like this, though you also didn’t have the strength to. Secretly you are glad Smokey’s large puffy jacket muffled your ears from the talking of the boys around you. Allowing you to focus on his steady heartbeat; giving you a chance to tune out of the world.

Though only for a couple of moments, only a couple moments of peace, before Smokey calls your name. Lifting your head, you glance up at Smokey, who looks down at you. Concern and apologies swirling in his dark eyes.

“We need to hide you.” Smokey whispers, seeming to not like the conclusion he has determined but knowing it was the best and safest option for you.

“What…?” You start, caught off guard as the boys begin to jog, knowing where to head as they likely have limited time. You, still in his grasp, whip your head around to determine where you guys are going. However, night had fallen and it was too dark to know your surroundings. The only light being the moon that shined through the clouds, “Smokey, wait. You– You can’t do that. The boys– My brother is going to misunderstand.”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry.” Smokey says, lifting you up and handing you to P on a platform attached to a crane. Reminding you of the ones that are used in the mines. As the boys all jump on, Yu hitting the lever before jumping on as well, the platform begins to move upwards. Finally allowing you down to your feet, Smokey brings you into his arms. Hiding his face in your hair as he attempts to control his shaky breathing, “I’m sorry. I just… can’t risk how they will react. Yamato has already seen your stomach and they likely have already begun to draw their own conclusions.”

“But…” However, your voice quickly trails off as you think. Smokey had a point. While you know your brother and his friends would never hurt you. Never. You could very easily get caught in the crossfire if things heated up too quickly between the groups. The gangs in SWORD were always on the brink of war with one another. Even the slightest of comments or looks could break the peace in seconds.

“I’m sorry.” Smokey repeats, lifting his head to press a kiss to your forehead. One that causes your eyes to flutter shut as you lean into his gentle and caring gesture. As he pulls away, you can see a slight glint in his eyes. One you can’t determine as the lift final comes to a stop. As you look around, you gain an understanding of where you are. All of you are in some sort of watch tower office. One that clearly belongs to the Rude Boys as you look around: maps, notes and their items strewn about the place.

As you watch P pull out a batch of wires inside the panel of the lift, clearly cutting the power so it can’t be accessed from below, Smokey takes you in another room. While you guessed it was originally meant to be a small office meant for a manager, the Rude Boys had clearly turned it into a resting room of some sort. Torn pillows, blankets, and even an old twin mattress on the floor in the corner. Likely this room was used by the boys when they took turns watching from the tower on patrols.

As Smokey shuts the door and calls your name, you turn your attention away from your surroundings and back to him.

“Promise me.” He starts, bringing up a hand to cup your face. Swiping a thumb across your cheek as he looks you in the eyes, “Promise me that no matter what happens that you won’t run out into the mess of this.”

While you didn’t want to agree. Especially as you considered what could possibly happen and how many could get hurt. A thing that made you nauseous as you realized it was all caused by you. You knew you had to agree. If you left Smokey and the others worried, who knew what could happen to them.

You knew the best option would be to allow Smokey to have a clear mind. One that could keep him calm and hopefully talk to your brother instead of having an all out brawl commence, “I promise…”

Your words are quickly cut off as Smokey captures his lips in yours. It is passionate and heated compared to the usual pecks he gives you. One that takes your breath away and leaves you dizzy.

And as Smokey pulls away, you see the glint return back in his eyes. You once again didn’t understand it, that is until Smokey pulls you once again into another hug. Kissing your hair as he sighs, once more trying to calm himself.

It is as he does so, his body pressed up against yours more so than usual as he rests his chin on your head, that you feel it.

“I…” You start, unable to help yourself from letting out a laugh. Instantly trying to muffle it in the fur of his jacket as you feel it pressed up against your hip, “Do you have…?”

“...Sorry.”

“Why do you…” You can’t help but let out another laugh at how Smokey shifts slightly away so you can no longer feel it. Always a gentleman. “Why do you have a boner, Smokey?”

“I–” As he pulled away to look at you, you could tell he felt embarrassed and quickly stopped laughing. His eyes looking more so to the wall than you, “It’s because… some guy is trying to take you away.”

“But… it's my brother.”

“I know.” His eyes snapping back to yours so you don’t misunderstand what he is trying to say, “It's because he has the power to stop me from seeing you. Permanently. That’s what it is, not who he is.”

“So… you are basically saying that you…,” You start, heat slightly spreading up your face at what you are about to say, “You are possessive over me and are trying to… stake your claim.”

Instantly, Smokey’s ears turn red and you can tell he just wants to bury his head back in your shoulder in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Smokey,” You say, reassuring the man as you come up and press a kiss to his lips. One he instantly melts into, “It’s pretty… attractive. Just not the right place or time.”

“Sorr–”

“Don’t apologize. We can… explore this later.” You say, cutting off another apology from him. While he wasn’t as prideful like your brother or the other sword leaders, he was apologizing a lot today. Even for him, “I just don’t want the boys or… my brother to walk in on us.”

Just as an uncomfortable shiver trails up your spine at the thought, you see Smokey freeze. Definitely horrified at the thought as well.

“Another day it is,” He agrees, making you laugh a little. The sound bringing a small grin to his lips. Though not for long as a knock on the door breaks the happy atmosphere.

“Smokey,” Takeshi says, pausing for a moment as he seems to determine his next words, “Cobra and the rest of Sannoh is here.”

“Okay. I’ll be out in a moment,” The leader replies, before looking back at you. A concerned look once again returning to his face, “Please. Stay here.”

“...I will…”

Giving you one last look as he opens the door, Smokey seems to take you in–almost as if he was thinking this might be the last time he would see you–before shutting it close. A soft click followed by what sounds like shuffling. It takes you a moment to realize the boys were pushing heavy boxes in front of the door in order to hide the room.

As silence overtakes the room, you find yourself all alone. With the only light in the room being from a window covered in newspaper clipping, you can’t do much other than sit so as not to trip or fall. You can’t even pace to ease your worries.

With a heavy sigh, you grab an old tattered quilt on the floor and sit in the corner on the old mattress. Wrapping yourself in the blanket as the cold spring night wind whips around outside. It was a long time spent in silence and your own thoughts. You couldn’t even look at your phone or the ultrasound photo of the triplets; both still in Takeshi’s possession. Sitting, waiting and thinking; that's all you could do.

You even thought about sleeping, but you knew you couldn–

You let out a loud yelp as a crash resounds throughout the room. The glass of the window shattering and it takes you a moment to realize it was P. Covered in bruises and cuts as he attempts to get to his feet in the middle of the room, you realize someone had thrown him through it.

“Are you ok–”

“Stay back!” P yells, stopping you from coming to him as you get to your feet. You are confused until you hear someone else jumping through the window as well. However, it's not who you expect.

“So this is where you have been keeping her,” Koo says as he adjusts his white suit, slightly brushing something off his shoulder. Rocky’s assistant glances your way as you stare at him in shock; seeming to check over your figure. His eyes stopping on your stomach before his jaw clenches, “A bunch of heathens that's what you guys are. How many times did you take turns abusing and manipulating this woman?”

“Wait–” However you can’t even get a word in before you are suddenly lifted up, letting out a scream as someone begins to take you through the window.

“Let her–” P dodges as Koo attempts to hit him with his staff. The older man fully intending on blocking the Rude Boy from grabbing you as you are continued to be taken through.

As you glance back, you see Shimura. The blonde male, with both of his eyes covered in those strange leather goggles of his, grins at you, “Got you!”

Of course, the White Rascals are here.

Protector of Women. They would instantly jump in if one was in danger. You were just surprised your brother asked the group for help. At least you think he did.

Did that mean the Rude Boys were outnumbered? Were any of the other SWORD groups here as well? You had too many questions and worries bouncing through your mind. Way too overwhelmed for what was good for you.

“Okay, now we are– Hey! Wait!” As soon as Shimura puts you down on the platform so you can stand, you instantly end up bolting. As to where you would go, you didn’t know. You knew you couldn’t go back in the office as that would be a dead end and Koo was still in there. Stuck on the highest point of the tower, you technically could only go one way. Down.

“Oi! That's dangerous!”

The white rascal chases after you, only to freeze in his steps as he watches you go over the railing and walk across a supported metal beam. Thank goodness the boys got bored one day and taught you some of their tricks. While you couldn’t do any of their crazy flips or spins, you could at least keep your balance and slide down on some things.

Grabbing hold of the fabric at the end of the beam that fell all the way to a platform a few floors below, you take a deep breath and step off the edge. An action that makes Shimura gasp and begin to yell at you to knock it off as you dangle on the material; drawing the attention of some of the others nearby.

“Oi– Hey!” You nearly jump in fright as something grabs onto the fabric as well, however you breathe a sigh of relief when you just realize it is just P. The young man a bit more bruised than a couple moments ago when you saw him but he seemed to escape Koo’s grasp without an issue.

“Be careful,” P says as places one of his arms around your waist, just in case you slipped so he could grab you, “Let's try to get you away from this mess.”

“Okay.”

With a deep breath, you and P begin to slide down the fabric. A bit slower than what the Rude Boys would normally do, but thankfully you got to the bottom without any issues.

“The bikes–Shit.” Just as P goes to look at something, he instantly stops in his tracks. As you look to your right, you see both Rocky and your brother making their way to you. Simply stated, Cobra looked pissed.

“Hino, wait–” You start only to stop once something jumps down in front of you. Taking you by surprise, it takes a moment to realize it was Smokey. While you normally would be more than glad to see the young man, it wasn’t right now. Your heart stopping when you see the crimson liquid dripping from his lips, knowing it was from his lungs, “Stop. Stop! Everyone just stop!”

As you clutch onto Smokey, screaming at everyone, Cobra and Rocky pause in their steps. Well maybe not Cobra if it weren’t for Rocky sticking out a hand to stop him.

“Are you okay?” You ask as Smokey gets to his feet, a little shaky as he wipes his lips. The man nods his head but makes no effort to move, instead bringing you close so you are behind him. P behind both of you so as to watch your backs.

“Stay… Stay behind,” Smokey chokes out, grabbing your hand and running his thumb over it. As he looks back at you, unable to help yourself–mostly out of worry–you take the sleeve of your jacket and rub away the crimson liquid falling from the man’s lips. An action that has you wincing as Smokey ends up accidentally having a coughing fit into the fabric; Spiting up more blood in the process but you don’t bring your hand away. Too worried about him than anything else.

“Smokey, you bastard!” Cobra suddenly yells, catching you off guard as you look to see your brother practically fuming as he glares down the male. If looks could kill, right? “I thought of you better than this. You have a sister but you– you still allow your group to manipulate and rape–”

“Hold up! Wait!” You shout, cutting off the extreme conclusion your brother came to. Not even wanting him to finish that sentence. Taking a deep breath you finally decide it was time to address the obvious. No more running away in fear or allowing Smokey to protect you.

“Hino, they never did any of that. I– Smokey and I…” You take your gaze away from your brother to look at Smokey. The haggard man slightly panting in order to breathe but smiles gently as you Interlock your fingers with his. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, “Smokey and I are together.”

“What?”

“Well sort of together,” You say, mumbling slightly; not noticing the tone your brother used, “We became close friends and… things sort of happened… and then I got pregnant. I–”

“You–” Something suddenly smashes nearby, making you jump slightly and cut off your words. Instantly Smokey pushes you further behind him and it takes you a moment to realize it was caused by Cobra. Your brother having kicked something nearby to him in a heat of rage, “You can’t be serious. This– This has to be some sort of lie. He must be manipulating–”

“It’s not!” You yell back, your emotions finally coming crashing down on you, “I just– I just…”

You let out a heavy sigh as you cross your arms, slightly gnawing at your lip as you begin to feel anxious. Especially knowing you had to explain your decision, “I was just scared to tell you, Hino.”

Your brother seems to pause for a moment. His gaze slightly growing less sharp and cold upon hearing your words, “Scared to tell me…?”

“I…” You gulp, feeling tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes. Damn it, “I–I knew I messed up. I don’t regret anything with Smokey but I knew that because he was from another group that it could cause problems. I wanted to tell you but– but– I was scared if it would cause a fight or– or– if it would disappoint you– or–”

You sniff a little, wiping your eyes as tears rolled down your cheek. It's silent from Cobra’s end and you can’t bring yourself to look up at your older brother. Though through blurry vision trained to the ground you see Smokey turn around. Guessing he was looking at you as he began to rub comforting circles in your hand. Unable to help yourself–the simple act reducing you to sobs–you can’t help but throw yourself in the male’s arms; hiding your head in the man’s jacket as you cry.

However as you cry in Smokey’s jacket, trying to calm the aching and horrible feeling in your heart, it isn’t long before a hand grasps your arm and you are pulled into another’s hold. The other person’s arms instantly wrapping around your body tightly as they place their chin on your shoulder. Smelling the cologne and laundry detergent you knew your brother used made you sob even harder when you realized it was him who was holding you.

“I–I’m–m so sorry– Sorry, Hino–” You sob out, your voice breaking and cracking as you attempt to pull yourself together. Especially as your brother hushes you and draws shapes on your shoulder with his hand to get you to calm down. Something he has done ever since you two were kids.

“Idiot… What are you apologizing for?” Cobra says, pulling his head back up so you can see each other. With a small frown on his face, he brings up a thumb and wipes the tear stains from your cheeks, “I’m not angry or disappointed in you. Sure, you and Smokey…”

He takes the chance to send the male a glare from over your shoulder. One you probably would guess, Smokey gave right back; knowing him.

“...I’m not too happy about it but it's at least better than Murayama or… Hyuga. I would definitely kill them if that ever happened.” You can’t help but let out a small choked laugh at your brother’s comment. Especially as he grumbles about the last part, “But, if anything, I’m just upset and worried you felt like you couldn’t tell anyone this.”

“Technically, all of nameless city knew–”

“Doesn’t count.” Your brother sternly says, cutting P off, “You couldn’t have even told Naomi?”

“You know she would instantly tell Yamato or you.”

Your brother huffs but understands that you were very much correct in your assumption. While she kept some secrets from the boys, you knew she would definitely tell the boys about it the moment she found out about anything between you and Smokey. Entirely for your safety of course.

“So…” Your brother starts after a sigh, seeming awkward but you could tell he wanted to ask something, “How long have you and Smokey been a… thing?”

“Well…” You turn to Smokey who seems to freeze at the subject. Knowing this could quickly set Cobra off as well, “We aren’t really together. We sort of…”

“…are messing around?”

“No, no,” You say, quickly reassuring your brother as he attempts to go around you. Likely to give Smokey a piece of his mind if he thought of you as a ‘fun time’, “It wasn’t physical. Definitely not at first. We would just… rely on the other to share our deepest secrets and to seek reassurance when we weren’t okay. It isn't until later that the other stuff just… happened.”

Grumbling under his breath, your brother seems still quite unhappy about the whole situation but honestly–-truly honest–his reaction could have been a lot worse. Especially knowing him and all the scenarios you conjured up in your head.

It is only as heavy boots approach you, that you forgot about one crucial thing. A thing that makes your blood run cold once more.

“Sor–Sorry, Rocky,” You murmur sheepishly, glancing at the Rascals leader as he approaches. While he outwardly didn’t look pissed, some of the White Rascals men were definitely beaten up. A clear indicator in the bruises and cuts on Kaito, Kizzy and Koo’s faces as they walk up behind their leader, “Sorry you got dragged into this mess–”

However, the White Rascals leader raises his hand, signaling you to stop in your rant. A small smile gracing his lips, that quickly disappears as you blink. Reaching into his pocket, the man pulls out a business card and gives it to you.

“If shit hits the fan again and you need help,” He starts, pulling down his sunglasses he gives you a knowing wink, “Don’t hesitate to call.”

“Hey.” Your brother warns as the White Rascal leader walks away. But, the Rascals don’t listen and just ignore your brother; instead cheering and exhaustingly leaving as they eaves you goodbye. The only one seeming to still pay attention to your group was Kizzy. The young woman holding up a small picture–almost making you choke on your spit as you instantly identify it–and sending you a knowing smile.

“You better stop by at the club,” Kizzy yells as Kaito wraps an arm around her shoulder, beginning to lead her away, “I want to see more of these cuties.”

“Hey!” Yu yells as he leaps down next to you guys. However the Rascals are already walking down the metal steps; no longer in hearing distance, “That’s ours!”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” You reassure, stopping the younger male from chasing after them. Clearly pouting at the fact they stole something they were waiting for, “I got plenty of extra copies.”

“Extra copies…?” Cobra asks as Yu yells upwards at Takeshi. Asking him to come down so as to get his copy. Once more you freeze as you realize your brother has no idea about the appointment today… nor the results.

“Well…” You start as Takeshi joins you guys. A nervous sweat breaking out as you see the rest of Sannoh and Rude Boys coming out from the structure as well, coming to likely see what the ruckus is about, “...twin genes, am I right?”

As Takeshi holds out a picture to Cobra, you back up and return to Smokey’s side. Allowing Sannoh and your brother to process what exactly they were seeing. Hoping their reaction wouldn’t be too bad as you left them alone with the other Rude Boys.

“You okay?” You ask Smokey, cupping the male’s face. His stern eyes easing as you approach; seeming to melt into your touch as he wraps a hand around your waist. Always liking you close by within arms length.

Instead of responding, Smokey leans in and takes your lips with his. While you flinch a little at the sticky feeling, reminding you he was just coughing up blood a few moments ago, you eventually relax and return the loving kiss. Humming as Smokey takes his other calloused hand and gently cups the back of your neck. Playing with the baby hairs located there that causes shivers to shoot up your spine.

As Smokey pulls away, a loving gaze on his face. You can’t help but grin uncontrollably back at him. An action he seems to like as he wraps you in his arms and presses kisses to your face. A smile beginning to grow on his—

“Smokey… I think we should have a talk.”

Uh oh.

You forgot about Cobra standing right there.

#high and low x reader #high and low fic #high&low #high and low #high and low smoky #high and low smokey #high and low smokey x reader #high&low the story of sword #high&low x reader #high and low cobra #high&low cobra #junpei hino

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「— A Stranger Savior 」

「Resume ― 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 a mysterious stranger appears and saves Tatsuya and Tsukumo from the accident? 」

「pairing ― Kohaku, Tatsuya and Tsukumo. 」

「カオス ― Writing from Kohaku's perspective is so difficult, I hope I did it well and didn't mischaracterize him. I also tried to keep a consistent chronology of events. 」

Kohaku is still trying to understand what happened.

He thinks that it was all just a hallucination induced by stress and anxiety, but seeing Tatsuya and Tsukumo being checked by paramedics and giving statements to the police, he knew that none of it could just be his imagination.

Everything about that week was sending him into a collapse; first Tsukumo talking about how Tatsuya was worried about him and Mugen and then the fight against the Amamiya brothers among the other many problems. Kohaku felt like she was going to explode at any moment.

When Tatsuya asked to meet with him the day after the fight, Kohaku didn't expect much, he knew that his friend would talk about the path Mugen was taking and he thought he was ready to hear everything that could be said.

But when Tatsuya, the person he valued most, confronted him with the truth, he knew he had enough.

Tatsuya was right, he was scared. Afraid of change, afraid of his friends slowly leaving, afraid of being alone after everything. And all of this led him to be trapped in a spiral of constant anxiety that was preventing him from see what's really happening around you, especially with Mugen.

His breaking point was when he arrived at the Mugen base to relax and by chance overheard a member who was there with another person using his name and that of his gang for dark things.

It was at that moment that Tatsuya's words reached Kohaku and led him to an epiphany.

The next moment, it was as if a part inside him said that he was ready to start accepting the changes that were happening around him, that even though it was difficult, in the end, he was not alone because he had friends who were there for him and that they wouldn't leave him behind. He hopes it's not too late.

Collecting her thoughts, Kohaku decided to go after Tatsuya to apologize about his behavior and the things he said before.

While looking for his friend, from afar on a deserted street he saw him with Tsukumo by his side, which was a perfect opportunity to apologize to him too.

“Tatsuya!” he ran to a stop in front of the two and took a minute to gather the words, “I…”

Kohaku couldn't finish before Tatsuya forcefully pushed him to the side and that was when he no longer knew if he had hit his head on the ground and passed out or if he was delirious because he had no idea how to explain what he saw.

He saw a car coming at high speed about to hit Tatsuya and Tsukumo when, without him knowing from where, a figure appears in the middle of the two, pushing them to the ground and, with inhuman strength, slams both fists on the hood of the car completely kneading.

The brute force of the pack causes the car to fly over the three, skidding frantically with a sharp sound at least 60 meters away, completely crushed and destroyed.

Tatsuya and Tsukumo looked as shocked as Kohaku at this moment. Looking back, the car was completely destroyed and smoking with a strong smell of gasoline, there was no way in the world that whoever was driving it could have survived.

Still in shock and a little desperate, Tatsuya called the police while Tsukumo looked for any injuries on the other. Kohaku got up to go to the other two when he quickly remembered the mysterious savior.

He looked around the space looking for the person when he saw them standing far away. Even with the distance, he tries to record what he can of his appearance, which isn't much. What made him even more incredulous was that even with the loose clothes, the figure didn't seem to have any muscles that could justify its strength.

In the end, none of the three came away with any serious injuries other than a few scratches on their hands. When the police asked for their statement, Tatsuya took the lead and said what had happened but not telling them about the person who saved them, he just said that at the last second the car lost control and overturned. The police officers accepted this excuse.

Neither Kohaku nor Tsukumo questioned him about why he didn't tell the truth, because they also didn't know if they should. Besides, who would believe it? Maybe it would be better this way.

They were walking away after being released when something caught Kohaku's attention. On the sidewalk, there was a blue and white bracelet with a broken clasp. He quickly picked it up without the police noticing and put it in his pants pocket. That accessory probably belonged to that mysterious person and was the only clue he had, so he decided to keep it. Something told him that it would be important to keep that belonging.

You punch the wall behind you in frustration creating a large hole.

You almost ruined everything.

You took a few deep breaths to regain control and stabilize yourself. You weren't sorry for saving those guys, but that action would have consequences and it didn't help at all that two of them were wearing the vest of the infamous Mugen gang.

I hope dad doesn't get upset.

You knew that as soon as you got home you would get a lecture from your father for being reckless, for exposing yourself like you did, but trying to think positive, your identity was safe thanks to the large hood of the sweatshirt you were wearing.

You take off the sweatshirt you were wearing and put it in the backpack that you had left hidden in an alley, although those guys had left by a different route than you, prevention was never too much.

Your phone vibrates and when you pick it up and turn it on, a simple and straightforward notification of a message from your father saying 'I'm waiting at home' glows ominously.

Well, Shit.

After putting away your cell phone, as a form of consolation, you touch the beloved bracelets on your wrist only to notice that one of them was missing.

Please, somebody kill me now!!

#. . 乱 . 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 : 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 .#high&low #high and low #high&low x reader #mugen #Kohaku #Tsukumo #Tatsuya #high&low the story of sword #high and low season 2 #drabble #high and low fic #high and low oneshot #high&low imagines #high&low scenarios #I'm not very satisfied with the ending.#this is not my best work sorry.#I'll probably redo it in the future.

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lovingtakeru · 8 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ amamiya brothers ࿐ྂ

#amamiya brothers #high and low #high&low #high & low sword #high and low fic #s.w.o.r.d.#takeru amamiya #masaki amamiya #hiroto amamiya #high and low the worst #hyuga high&low #oya high #cobra high & low #jdrama

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xoteajays · 8 months

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relationship: hyuga norihisa & female!oc (established friendship). fandom: high&low. word count: ~2100. ao3: link. warning: mentions of/implied abuse by father, mentions of arranged marriage. summary: When her father tries to force her into a marriage, Ryuka decides she has no choice but to run away. With no real plan and no more than the clothes on her back, she makes her escape to the SWORD district, seeking out the only person she knows outside of Kuryu, Hyuga Norihisa. h&l tag list: @hiddenqveendom <3 ** reblogs, likes/kudos, and comments appreciated!!

Is the entire world crumbling or is it just her gilded cage closing in tighter around her? Is the noose around her neck that’s stopping her breath real or all in her head? Is she numb or feeling too much all at once that she can’t discern the emotions?

Ryuka doesn’t have the answers to any of these questions.

Standing in the bathroom, she can’t breathe. There’s a knot in her throat. Her legs feel like jelly, it’s like she could collapse at any second. Her hands drop forward onto the bathroom counter on either side of the sink, it’s the only way she can stay standing up. Her hands are trembling, she presses them flat against the cold counter as if it could help steady her.

She stares at herself in the mirror. There’s a reddening mark across her cheek, it’s the shape of her father’s hand. After talking back to him, she should have expected it. When her father had a plan in mind, she wasn’t going to dissuade him, even if it had to do with her own life.

It’s hard to focus. Her mind is running a hundred miles a second, every thought flies passed too quick to understand, her vision blurs. She can barely see the red of the mark anymore. Her visage is a blur of paleness; her skin, her hair; her eyes are the only dark things, blown wide and flickering around as she tries to concentrate. Her breath comes out in short quick puffs.

Quick as a flash, her hand fumbles into the nearby drawer. She feels around for the coolness of metal and then -

Snip.

A chunk of pale hair falls to the ground by her feet.

She freezes. Her vision slowly clears. The newly short strands curl against her cheek. A small hysterical laugh escapes her. She gathers another chunk of hair into her hand, lifts the scissors, and snips through it. Again and again, she cuts through strands of her long pale hair until she’s left with a short choppy bob.

She runs her fingers through the sharp ends. It’s shorter than she’s ever had it. Her father had always made her wear her hair long, she’d never done more than trim it.

A thought passes the forefront of her mind: he’d hate it.

She laughs - a choked, tear-y sound - and puts the scissors down.

Getting out of here. It’s her only option.

She refuses to marry Ryu, but her father would force it. Just another choice stolen right out of her hands. She’d never be able to escape Kuryu if she stayed; she’d go from the serving girl to being a wife, expected to be a mother for the next generation of Kuryu.

When would she have a chance like this again?

Freedom is a tree outside the bathroom window. Tall with wide branches and just close enough that she could reach it if she jumped. It’s dangerous, she knows, but she’d take the risk of injury over staying here. Maybe if she was ‘damaged’, Ryu wouldn’t want her; her father wouldn’t be able to force an arrangement with a damaged daughter.

She pushes the window open. It’s quite a way down to the ground from the second story. For a moment, her nerves get the better of her and her fingers tighten on the windowsill. Could she really jump far enough? Would the branches really hold her weight?

Roughly shaking her head, she steels herself.

She can’t stay here. She can’t live like this anymore.

Pushing away from the window, she spins on her heel to turn the bath tap on. Hopefully the sound will be enough to deceive the guards waiting outside into thinking she was still here; hopefully it would give her enough time to get far away before they realise she’s gone.

Turning back to the window, she takes a breath. It’s now or never. She climbs up onto the windowsill, steadying her hand against the side. She sways, feeling the cool night breeze against her skin.

Another deep breath, then she leaps.

The landing is hardly graceful. Her foot slips, almost sending her plummeting. The branch digs into her body and is rough against her skin as she grips to it. It takes a second to realise that she’s landed safely and she exhales a relieved sigh.

Slowly, she inches her way closer to the tree trunk where the branches were thicker. When she reaches it, she carefully drops her feet down to the next branch. It’s a slow process, but she gets closer to the ground until she’s reaching the sparser lower branches. There’s still a bit of a drop.

Her foot lands on the next branch and she barely has the chance to react with more than a gasp as she feels it crack. Then she’s falling. Twisting over in the air, she only succeeds in landing roughly on her extended arm, thankfully cushioning her forehead before it hits the ground. She groans quietly, then quickly sits up, looking around to see if anyone had noticed her.

A beat passes and she’s not being wretched back into the house by her father or one of his men, so she breathes out a sigh of relief, her head hanging.

Her wrist aches with a dull pain. She can’t even put much pressure on it to help her stand up without biting back a grunt of pain. She dusts herself off, doing her best to clear dirt and fallen leaves off her yukata.

With one last glance towards her childhood home, she turns towards the street and hurries away.

She imagines she must look strange. Her uneven and choppy pale hair paired with her equally pale yukata and her utter lack of shoes. Perhaps she even looks ghostly, a phantom in the night, strolling the nearing-empty streets.

It’s early evening. The people who are out avoid even looking at her, let alone talking to her. She doesn’t look at them either, just keeps moving forward.

She’s never been out at this time - or any time. Her father had always kept her locked up. She’s never been allowed outside for more than minutes, the moments between hoping out of the car and heading inside whatever building her father is ushering her to.

It’s freeing. Even if the breeze is cold and the rough ground digs into the delicate soles of her bare feet.

Thoughts run wildly around her head. She’s really left it all behind. Her entire life. Everything she’s ever known. Returning now would land her with punishment for daring to even attempt running away.

So she keeps walking.

It’s different, actually being outside. It’s not like the maps on a screen or in a book. She kind of knows what direction she’s going in, but it’s slow going as she tries to piece places together. Turning down streets, she tries to figure out exactly where she is and which way will take her where she wants to go.

The SWORD district, it’s the only place Ryuka can think to go. It’s where Hyuga is. He’s the only person she knew to escape Kuryu before her. Well, he and his family were kicked out, but it’s as much of an escape as anything.

He’d help her - or she hopes so. He knew her, knew what she’d been through. He’d understand.

A pang of worry suddenly sets in her chest. What if he didn’t help her? What if he turned her away? What would she do then? Would she end up in Nameless City or would they turn her away too if they discovered who she was?

She had no money, she had nothing at all. Left to herself, her father would no doubt find her within days. She’d be dragged back to that place, forced into a wedding she didn’t want.

She shakes it off. She’d just have to convince Hyuga.

It’s a calm night for Daruma Ikka. Nearly all of the other members had gone off for the night. It’s already getting close to dawn. Hyuga’s holed himself up inside, probably smoking or sleeping; which leaves Kato, Ukyo and Sakyo out on the porch by themselves, passing cigarettes.

Ukyo is complaining about something and Sakyo is arguing back and Kato is only half-listening, relaxed back against a post, breathing in the night air as he dozes.

A crinkle of leaves breaks him out of his peaceful state and he’s quickly on alert, sitting up straighter. What he spots approaching the Daruma house is not what he’s expecting.

It’s a girl. Petite, no more than a bit over five-feet, with choppy short white-blonde hair. She’s wearing a white, slightly dirty, yukata and has no shoes. Kato’s eyes pause at her feet. They’re dirty and bleeding, dragging with each step as she stumbles along.

Just how long had she been walking for? And from where?

Her head slowly lifts and he gets a look at her face. She’s … almost familiar, in a way. It takes Kato a few seconds as she gets a few steps closer, then he’s hopping to his feet.

“Ryuka?” He questions, his confusion turning quickly into concern as he heads across the yard to her.

Minamoto Ryuka. He hadn’t seen her since she was a little girl, back when the Hyuga brothers were still a part of Kuryu. Even then, she was usually hidden away by her father. As the youngest Kuryu kids, she and Hyuga had often gotten saddled together to stay out of the adults’ business. While Kato had to watch over Hyuga, Minamoto often assigned one of his assassins to Ryuka, she was rarely alone. Kato had never gotten along with any of Minamoto’s men.

Her hair’s shorter now, and she’s quite a few years older, but it’s definitely her. He takes her carefully by the arm and she looks up at him. Her eyes are sunken and she’s clearly exhausted, there’s a slight red bruising on her cheek that makes Kato tense.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I have to see Norihisa,” she says, her soft voice rasping.

“Yeah. Yeah, come on.”

He gathers her small frame against his side, leading her up to the door. Ukyo and Sakyo stare at them confused, Sakyo motions at her with his cigarette, opening his mouth to say something.

“I’ll explain later,” Kato cuts in before either can speak.

He passes by them, pushing open the heavy door and guiding Ryuka inside. Her steps are slow, marking up the floor with bloodied footprints. He’d have to check her over later, find out the worst of the damage. Maybe some of the girls had clothes left around here that she could borrow.

“Hyuga.”

Kato’s hand is a warm weight in the middle of her upper back, guiding her along. He smells slightly of cigarette smoke, enough to make her nose twitch. She’s too tired to care though. Her feet ache and are sticky with blood, her arm is still throbbing dully and she hugs it against her stomach. Her vision is a little blurry, passed exhausted, but it quickly focuses on Hyuga as he comes into view.

He looks the same. Older, his hair a little longer, but overall still as ragged. The same Norihisa who’d lie and say that he ‘put up’ with her when she was young, but was kind enough to answer all the annoying childish questions she’d had, and pat her hair whenever she was upset over her father bring cruel and threaten to ‘take him down’ for her.

Hyuga barely has a chance to sit up fully before Ryuka is bursting into tears and rushing towards him, dropping painfully to her knees and grabbing his arms, slumping towards him. He jolts in surprise, glancing over her pale crown towards Kato, who shrugs, equally confused about why she was here.

“Ryuko?” He starts.

It’s an old nickname. A tease. ‘Baby dragon’.

“Don’t call me that,” she chokes out through sobs, still clinging to him. She forces the crying back with a deep shaking breath, then swipes a hand over her face, the other still gripping his sleeve. “Please help me. I can’t go home.”

His brows crease in concern, staring at her as she looks up at him, her teary eyes desperate. He’d always known Minamoto was a bastard of a man, but what had he done that was the final straw? What finally forced Ryuka into running away? For a moment, his eyes settle on the bruise on her tear streaked face, and he frowns. He’s not surprised - it wasn’t uncommon for Minamoto to raise a hand to his daughter, even when she was young - but it still bothers him.

Flipping his hand, he squeezes her arm, up by her elbow.

“Tell me what happened.”

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hiddenqveendom · 7 months

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*OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023 — day 001: life in plastic ↳ ft. takara kotone ( high&low )

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araveninthedarknight · 8 months

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A new character in the story Chapter 2

Sooo chapter two is finally here thanks to @rainisawriter doing a writing sprint and me joining in for fun (and to try and get *something* for a chapter two. that being said, its kinda a dry chapter compared to the first one, but i promise it will get better as the story goes on.

WARNINGS: Swearing, fighting, mentions of blood, the normal high and low shenanigans.

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CHAPTER 2:

As Bobby walked out of Oya for the dsy, he felt the warm sun beat down on his skin. He had no clue someone followed him as he tried to get his bearings about him

How would he survive without a home, without food? On his meak lie he made to save himself in the heat of the moment. He knew no one would belive what really was happening, not one person would like how crazy he sounded. Voices of chatter and hollers spooked the fake red head out of his thoughts, fear crossing his eyes as he saw a rival school gang come up to him, but he remembered the first movie movie of high and low, he knew better than belive that just based off some clothing. He never had fought but he knew how if he needed to, and it looked with the two people barrling over to him like he would need to, he was as prepared as one could be in his shoes, soon his fist made contact with a face, his knuckles screaming in pain as he wailed on his opponant again, the other getting a few good licks in. He had been so invested that he didn't once think about the other guy who had also been approaching him, or the fact someone else was clearly following after him when the initial brawl broke out between two teens.

"Fuck, that's gonna bruise." he mutters to himself after his balled up hand lands squar on a sharp jaw line, a smooth uppercut with follow through of a proffestional like on the tv made a crunching sound. This was his first fight and the adrenaline was pumping though the veins, a rush flowing to his brain while Bobby's ears rung, both from impact and the feeling his emotions went through as he continued his spar. The axilerating feeling would flee once he was done he knew, but that was the last thought to cross his frazzled mind. Dodging and kicking and grunts of pain were heard in the alley way, the blood flowing to the ground from faces as angry shouts trying to force the other to give up echoing through the narrow path to another street. Within the next few seconds, Bobby let out a huff of air and kicked as hard as he could into his opponant's stomach, leaving a foot shaped bruise in it's wake for sure. Steel toe combat boots known to hurt on a good day had been a good call, a self defence weppon on thier own.

"Bobby! Are you alright??" A blonde mohawked teen asks, he knew this was Kyoshi and that the mentioned had aided him in the combat he just finished engaging in, rolling his neck and rubbing his hands, the newcomer nods, 'just a little sore and a bloody nose, nothing too bad though." the teen answered, brushing off his black jacket that had grey dust from the ground on it, having been the only thing left from what he now knew was his old world. It was like the fight had given him the reality that this was more than a mere dream to awaken from any moment, he was now well and truly in the high and low world, and honestly...He was afraid. He knew the enrite high and low world's lore and story but even so, he was sure he would not be able to fit in well and that the adjustment period was going to be brutal for him. The reality came crashing on him, waves of guilt surging over him and throwing him to the abyss of suffering.

"Promise not to tell anyone what I am about to confess?" Bobby mutters,hoping to stay low profile as he checks his iphone, sliding it back into his pocket. Once a nod was recieved, the young male carried on, "I thought this was all just a dream until now. I don't know how it happened, but This world is a movie series, and I had been watching it during a storm and well, as I was charging my phone, a lightning bolt from the storm we were in light my house up purple, I felt a shock and when I came to, I was where you saw me today. I swear I am not joking a bit when I tell you this, you don't have to belive me but it is the truth."

Kyoshi was not one to normally think anything that most sounded crazy was infact crazy, but seeing the fear and tears welling in emerald pools caused something to tug at his heart strings, made him think of how scary this world would be for a new person, let alone one who only knew of it as a fictional work that they had long enjoyed.

"You don't sound crazy at all lil man...This means you have no where to stay huh?Cus something tells me that the story was just a panic induced coverup for whatever the fuck happened to you?" The blond recived a single nod, solemn looking forest eyes falling to the ground in shame, as Kyoshi thought, he soon scooped the pale boy into a hug, one that made the tears shed for real, bringing down walls that had crumbled once the fight was over. "why don't you stay with me, and we can figure something out together from there ok? It will work out." Kyoshi says, vowing to protect the boy at all costs mentally as he tells him the plan he was trying to concoct for the poor shaken youngster. "So who is your favorite one of movie us?" The wild mohawk boy asks, a smug smirk on his face, knowing he knows a secreet that will end up one day becoming a fun and playful thing to tease Bobby for.

"It's Yasushi..." He replies, his hands covering his face,fingers over his clear rounded squar glasses frames, eyes squeezed shut in embarresment as his once pale and almost lifeless looking cheeks heat up, hotter than the summer sun with a blush so fierce that it could put clown makeup to shame.

"OOOOOOOOOH I GET TO PLAY MATCH MAKER BOYYYY!" kyoshi shouts loudly, causing Bobby to wince and shake his head, much like movie Kyoshi, this one was an aboslute menace and loud mouth, something that he decided needed a warning lable tattooed un the forhead of the blonde haired mohawk sporting student, the friend of his crush.Bobby covers the chatter box's mouth and whines softly, "Shut up Kyoshi, no one can know about it ya fuckin loud mouth.Christ." The hissing of the recent Oya joinee made the older Oya attendee chuckle, he knew how to press his buttons already but knew the boy would also fight back, like a spitfire as he would bolt past him with his witt.

"And just so you know, it's probobly the mohawk and if you keep teasing me, i won't help you find a girl at all." The red hair dye that shone in the light high lighted the face of the young gentleman bartering with his new classmate and new housemate, a smug smirk on his full lips, eyes sparkling with mischief as the taller male patted his mohawk, horror falling to his face, "Damn it, my favorite hair and it's to blame for the womenless nights?!?!"

Bobby follows the other home,laughing and shaking his head as Kyoshi whines about how his hair is NOT to blame for his issue getting a girlfriend, unlike what Bobby belives, saying the bottle red head was just trying to rile him up, which was his current state.

Bobby ended his day with a new friend, a lot of laughter and a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe things will turn out alright...As long as his secret crush and secret about the world change stayed just that, a secret. But in the High & Low world, what could possibly go wrong right??

#high and low the worst #high and low #high and low fic #yasushi x oc #yasushi high and low #high and low yasushi #high and low fanfic

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ethunreal · 2 years

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excuse me sir. hot dilf alert 🫠

#credit: twitter #i’m literally going crazy #he looks so fine OMG #low quality for a high quality man #this makes me feral #LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK #he never misses #top gun maverick #hangman imagines #top gun maverick imagines #glen powell #glen powell imagines #fic inspo #🫂#ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 hot fine men – ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆#ヾ☆❜: misos posts !#so bae

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sollattes · 7 months

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I loved making this ngl <3 kinda argued on which one to put in the binzo part, it was yasushi vs binzo but ofc binzo won

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simpforchuchu · 2 months

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High And Low Memes 💀

Ryo Suzaki:

Tsuji:

Shidaken about Yasushi:

Fujio Hanaoka:

Kohei Amagai:

Yosuke Todoroki to Tsuji&Shiba:

Yuken Odajima:

Yasushi Nishikawa:

Kamui Ito:

Tsukasa Takajo:

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rouzuchan · 11 months

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Rooftop Rendezvous

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Tsukasa Takajo x Reader(ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: oneshot, fluff, slight crack (?) 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: gender unspecified; tsukasa takajo being a simp for u; played old love by yuji & putri dahlia and let you break my heart again by laufey

“Alright, I'm heading out.” Tsukasa got up from his slouching position and made a beeline to the door.

“Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast!” Fujio slid between him and the exit, spreading his arms to enlarge his figure, preventing him to escape.

Tsukasa raised a brow. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he maneuvered to the right, but he followed, watching his movements like a buzzard.

He was far from amused. They kept duking it out, hopping and treading from left to right before Todoroki pulled the back of Tsukasa’s collar, ending their charade.

“Oi, what the—” He was thrown back on the couch, shooting him an annoyed glare.

Before he could lash out, his expression softened into a confused look when he noticed everyone staring at him.

“Didn't think we'd notice, huh?” Todoroki said in his usual cold tone.

“Yeah, Tsukasa-san!” Jamuo shakingly affirmed. “You've been leaving at this time of day since—” he counted his fingers, “—the past month!”

“You’re not getting into shady business, are you?” Yasushi playfully bantered.

“Hey, don’t say that,” Fujio defended, expressing his displeasure. “Tsukasa would never,” he discreetly turned towards the said blonde, his foot raised on the arm rest while his arm threw over his thigh, “But, seriously, bro. You haven’t been yourself lately. What’s going on?” He said.

Tsukasa should’ve expected this sooner.

If Oya High was notorious for one thing, it was not in academics. Everyone who attended this school had an unquenchable thirst to see fists flying and the taste of victory. Young adults who still haven’t found their purpose confide in what they do best with the people who think alike.

However, it slipped over Tsukasa’s mind that his buddies were not like the other full-timers. Therefore, he did not expect them to pick up on his strange behavior.

With his back pushed to the corner, he caved in.

He took a good look at everyone’s anticipating and impatient gazes, before leaning back onto the couch with an exasperated sigh.

“...I have a date.”

Silence…

“Hah?!” Kiyoshi exclaimed first, standing immediately with clammy hands.

“A date?!” Jamuo stuttered.

“Don’t make me say it again,” Tsukasa chipped.

Everyone was in over their heads. A myriad of expectful reactions would certainly get the rooftop a fine for public disturbance.

Fujio grabbed his best friend by the shoulders and shook them slightly, spouting out question after question.

Tsukasa brushed off his hands and made a run for the exit, leaving their unanswered questions in the air.

The more rambunctious (and desperate) group followed his tracks, clamoring down the stairs. The Todoroki faction could only watch as the idiots followed the now-smitten Tsukasa.

“Tsuji, pay up.” Shibaman had his hand out to him.

Scoffing, the other stuffed his hand underneath his jacket, slapping some yen to last him a week of street meals.

After shaking off his rowdy gang, he rushed down the quiet alleyway, arriving at a suburban neighborhood. He kept at it until he spotted a familiar house down the street.

Jogging to the side, Tsukasa climbed the rusty ladder, hopping down to the sloped roof.

The adrenaline leaving his body made his exhaustion more apparent.

Panting, he walked out of the corner and was greeted by a wondrous string of fairy lights placed on the terrace. A puddle of comforters and pillows laid center stage, snacks and pastries placed sparingly on the small breakfast tray.

“Tsukasa!” He looked over his shoulder to find you coming out of your bedroom window.

A stray smile stretched his lips as he exhaled a content sigh, feeling his shoulders slowly drop at the sound of your voice. “Am I late?”

“Just in time, actually. Aren’t you usually early?”

“'Got held up.”

You squinted at him, noticing the slight sheen of sweat coating his forehead. “Did you—”

“I didn’t get into a fight,” he affirmed, calming your nerves in an instant.

Well, if he did, he had to deal with your worried pacing and scoldings while you patched him up. Not a bad alternative, he thought.

How… How did things escalate to this point? You were only a regular person living your life, not involved with any gangs that run amok in the city.

A simple, normal life compared to his.

From helping you carry groceries back home, seeking refuge in your house on a pouring day, meeting at a mutually favorite café, to even find out about your love for stargazing…

Every interaction led to where now.

If he was being honest, Tsukasa had always expected to fall in love this way. A budding friendship of coincidentally bumping into each other daily, to cuddling under the moonlight as lovers.

You accepted his ways of life, as he did yours. Truly all he needed.

“...They bullied me into spilling it. I tried keeping it a secret for as long as I could.”

His half-lidded eyes stared at the sky, his hand engulfing yours with his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

You hummed, melting closer to his side. “Sounds to me you got pressured.”

“Mm. I can’t hide anything from them…”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“When it involves my love life, yes.”

You chuckled. He turned his head to look into your eyes, knocking the breath from both your lungs.

Every second you could hear your pulse increasing, and so was his.

Tsukasa’s gaze kept flicking from your eyes and then your lips, pushing himself into another dilemma. He pulled you in closer and rested his chin above your head, petting and stroking your hair with his fingers.

Which proved to be more stressful for him as he felt your warm breath fan his neck. Any more and he’d be a dead man.

“I saw that you know.” You said, prompting him to whisper a “shut up…” as he closed his drowsy eyes.

Compared to his previous rooftop rendezvous, Tsukasa Takajo would take this one any day…

“Hey, did they kiss already?!”

“No, they’re just cuddling. Damn…”

“You wish that was you, huh?”

“Fujio, stop kicking me!”

“Am not, just stand put!”

“Um… maybe we should just leave them alone. Tsukasa-san won’t appreciate us invading his private life.”

“He’s right. I wouldn’t.”

Oya High’s mightiest looked up to find Tsukasa’s cold glare sneering at their souls.

“I suggest you leave. 'don’t doubt someone already reported you guys…”

As if on cue, the blaring of sirens drew nearer to the street. “Fuck, we gotta go!”

They all scrambled like little ants and towards an empty part of the street, not before Fujio shouted “Congratulations, Tsukasa!!” in the distance.

don’t mind me, just feeding my delulu for my favorite oya high love, tsukasa ❤️‍🔥 (LOOK AT HIS SMIRK UP THERE AHHHH—!!!) double release baby!! "but, it's 1AM---" DOUBLE RELEASE BABY!! Might as well spill all of my word vomit before I return to working on my ff. anyway, u know the drill. >> @airbendertendou, @star2fishmeg, @straysugzhpe, @simpforchuchu, @strxwberrychocolate, @prodbyblush, @thatpoindexterpixy

#rouzu fics #high&low #high&low the worst #high&low the worst cross #high&low x reader #high&low the worst x reader #tsukasa takajo #takajo tsukasa #tsukasa takajo x reader #takajo tsukasa x reader

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awritersstuff · 5 months

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Do they know how to cook?

High & low characters

Sannoh-

Cobra - A little. He can make eggs & toast that's it .

Yamato - no . Can't help it's a Canon event 😔.

Tetsu - will only try viral recipes and later will forget it .

Dan - is better then cobra in cooking. Can make simple dishes .

Chiharu - can make enough to survive 👍.

White rascals-

Rocky - Is legit a great cook and can open a nice restaurant. I think a homemade 3 course dinner is a must with him . 😋

Koo - not as good as rocky but still he also very good . But will only cook if he feels like cooking. ( they are so husband material)

Daruma ikka

Hyuga - can't cook and won't cook . There is no way in hell that you can make me Believe that this man cooks . He will happily order food for you but cooking. Hell nah .

Rude boys

Smoky- Will give his best but ends up cooking like shit somehow . Will be very upset and might also apologize but he will improve time by time .( my baby 😫)

Takashi - gave it a try ended up burning it and gave up on cooking for life .

P - hard to believe but is better then smoky & Takashi . Like he throws in random shit but it ended up tasting good ( eat able)

Lala - is good at cooking but she loves baking and is very good at it . ( please she is my baby 😚)

Oya

Murayama- He never tried cooking but will try his best and will improve time by time because he is hard working man . ( he is a big boy now )

Fujio - DON’T LET HIM ENTER THE KITCHEN . Believe me this is for your own good . He will probably Play around with things and will end up burning the whole kitchen. ( he is still a baby 😞)

Tsukasa - Will cook if needs to cook , like if there's nobody home and he dying from hungry.

Todoroki - has zero clue about this thing called cooking but he is a fast learner and will be able to make proper meal in a week . ( he is my FAVORITES BOY )

Housen

Sachio - He is a husband material ( its canon) . Is a very good cook but will only cook for some people. Ex - yui ( sometimes) , his mom ( always )

Yuken- can do a decent job but won't because he is just always tired. ( another canon event 😐)

Kohaku -

Can't but will try cooking and maybe later he can cook enough to survive.

Tsukumo-

Will try cooking and will probably do a decent job .better then kohaku .

Masaki-

Can bake but don't know shit about cooking.

Hiroto -

Is pretty good at cooking. He is the one mostly cooking even if masaki tries to cook he will just tell him to piss off because he doesn't wanna eat cookies for dinner.

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it 😊.

#high and low x yn #high and low smoky #high and low smoky x yn #high and low hyuga x yn #high and low #high and low fic #high and low sannoh #high and low rude boys #high and low daruma ikka #high and low oya

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sliceofcake-cupoftea · 1 year

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Kyoudai

Request: @c2e2r2n Hello, your writings are so beautiful first of all😍💓 I had an idea and decided to ask murayama is dating hyuga's gentle and cute sister, but also hyuga is dating murayama's older sister😋

Character(s): Murayama Yoshiki (x reader), Hyuga

Plot Line: You and Murayama were young, wild and free. And that showed in your guys' relationship (if it could even be called that). However, what if a shocking revelation happens? Will this cause you two to finally start acting like adults?

Warning(s): Adult/Mature content

Fuck, you were crazy.

Really crazy.

“Say cheese,” Murayama says, causing you to snort as he takes a picture. The flash of the camera lighting up the room; showcasing the sweat and other bodily fluids that litter your two’s bodies, “There you go.”

Murayama cooes as he watches you push your breast together, quickly pressing the screen on his phone to take another picture. This time pulling the phone further away so as to showcase where you two were connected. His hips pushing up to meet yours as you rode him.

“Such a perverted Maiko,” You scoff as Murayama pulls at your sash, pulling more of your pink kimono off of you. Though that only causes his smirk to grow; his lips and the area around it covered in red kiss marks from your lipstick, “Does your brother know you have been taking lessons from the Oiran at his gambling den?”

This asshole–

With a sickeningly sweet smile, you stop your hips and plant yourself on top of Murayama. The older man looking at you with an excited expression, seeming interested in whatever you had planned next, “Are you saying I’m nothing more than a common whore?”

“Well, you aren’t exactly serving me tea,” Murayama folds his arms behind his head as he takes you in. Seeming unfazed by your stop of movement that also stopped the pleasure from rolling between you two, “Or playing a shamisen.”

“True. Well then, I guess I should probably join the rest of the Oiran downstairs,” You roll your hips in a circle motion once before lifting them. Making it look as if you are getting off of him, “I’m sure Futa or Raito will be around to satiate me. Afterall if I belong to Daruma, I can’t be having sex with someone from Oya–”

You yelp as Murayama suddenly grabs your waist, his tight grip slamming you back down on him before he flips you two over; making it so he was on top. The part-timer smirks against your neck as he continues snapping his hips into you. His brutal pace accompanied by his nips at your collar bone and breasts. Leaving hickeys and bite marks in his wake.

“Murayama,” Upon hearing your yelps and pleas, his smirk only widens, “W-wait, Slow down. Sto–Stop.”

“No way.” Murayama presses a searing kiss to your lips, “I’m keeping you right here.”

“Murayama.”

Grasping his hands in yours, Murayama leans down to whisper in your ear, “You can take it, my Maiko.”

“Murayama. I’m serious. Hold on a second.”

What?

At your words, Murayama comes to a grinding halt; freezing dead in his tracks while on top of you, not even attempting to move another centimeter. At first, Murayama thought he had hurt you. Something that brought an unsettling feeling deep in his gut as he quickly snaps his head up to look at you; worry clouded in his eyes. But, that assumption was quickly disproven by your expression–your face looking focused at the door of your room–as well as your body language. Unable to help himself, Murayama muffles a groan against the tatami bed as your legs tighten around him. Allowing him to complete the thrust he stopped mid-way. Though, you kept your legs tightly wrapped around him, letting him know not to move.

So, he didn’t hurt you. He didn’t think you were angry or upset. He knew you were enjoying it by the sounds you made earlier. So what was the hold up?

“Hyuga! You can’t say that!”

Oh no.

Not even hesitating, Murayama instantly sits up at the voice. His eyes trained to the door just like yours were moments ago; you had just turned your gaze to look at him, hoping to confirm what you just heard. “Oneesan?” Murayama finally lets out, his face in pure shock as he looks back and forth from the door and you, “Why is…? Are they…? What…?”

“Like I know?” You respond, wanting to slap the male on the head at his sputtering. But stop yourself as you hear your brother and Murayama’s sister laughing in the background. The two of you instantly groaning in annoyance. Especially as you knew what this meant.

They were on a date.

While one couldn’t outright assume that, you two could. Especially as each of your siblings had told you they were dating someone and that they had a date with said person, tonight. A fact both of you had shrugged off, not exactly caring all too much about your elder siblings dating life. Though, now you wished you did.

“This is terrible.” Murayama whines, his voice slightly muffled in your hair as he collapses back on top of you, “Our older siblings are dating.”

Then a sudden realization pops into Murayama’s head and he scurries back upwards, a look of horror on his face, “That means we are siblings!”

Not even hesitating, you bring the pillow from behind your head around and smack him in the face. Idiot.

“That's not how it works, dumbass.” You scold, wanting nothing more than to suffocate Murayama with the pillow right now, “Plus, it isn’t like they are married! They could always break up.”

“Really?” Murayama says, his voice muffled from behind the pillow. Which, with a sigh, you pull away before wrapping your arms around his neck. Bringing Murayama back down to lay on top of you as he pouts.

“Yeah,” You grumble, your nose scrunching up in distaste as you hear your elder brother use a cheesy pickup line. Cursing underneath your breath, you grab your blanket and pull it over you two, making sure it covers your heads and muffled out the two outside, “We were first anyways.”

“Yeah.” Murayama mumbles, a slight edge to his tone after a pause, “We’ll show them.”

“Murayama.” You knew that tone, he was up to something. Especially as you feel him lift his hips and leave you, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.”

Though as you feel something fall against your cheek in the darkness, you knew it wasn’t nothing. It takes you a moment, maybe three as you feel Murayama enter you once more, before you realize what it is. The smell of latex and the sticky feeling of it being a dead giveaway.

“You took off the condom?!” You say, nearly shouting if it weren’t for the fact you didn’t want anyone to hear. Though, all you get in response is a chuckle from Murayama as he places a peck on your collar. His hips beginning to move, “Idiot! Murayama, wait!”

“Yoshiki.” Murayama suddenly says as he takes your hands in his, interlocking the two of yours fingers. Even though it was dark, nearly pitch black, you could see Murayama’s face over yours; likely looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t see, “Call me Yoshiki.”

“Why?” You sputter out, feeling heat begin to travel up the back of your neck at his request. Freaking idiot. It wasn’t as if you two were married. You couldn’t call him by his first name so casually.

“Cause…” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “I’m thinking of a shotgun wedding.”

“You– Idiot Yoshiki!”

“Atta girl.”

#high & low #high and low fic #high&low #high and low #high and low murayama #murayama yoshiki #murayama x reader #high and low murayama x reader #high and low x reader #high and low Hyuga #daruma ikka #oya high #oya kou

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