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b0nten · 5 months

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IT’S YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD (THE CRUEL ONE I’VE DRAGGED YOU INTO)

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ kakucho takes you to meet his family. or, the closest thing he has to one, besides the one made by you two.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ FIRST KAKUCHO FIC WOHOOOOO. timestamps may be a little off so yeah. sorry4dat. anon i hope you like it!

today is the day.

straightening your clothes with your palms, your eyes scan your body in the mirror.

“i thought i told you something casual was enough?” a shirtless figure emerges from down the hallway of the apartment, toned muscles flexing as he stretches.

“and i thought i told you you should ditch the blue and go natural, kaku.” you sarcastically answer, turning to him.

he’s got an amused expression painted across his face, eyes softly laid on you and mouth corners sewn into a delicate upward smile.

“so you really hate my aegean blue hair that much?” he jokes again, and, as if teleporting himself, emerges from nothing next to you.

“that’s not true, after all, this aegean blue is the one that charmed me the second time around, but your natural hair color is beautiful, and you know that!” by fake-punching his chest you earn a laugh, “i’ll dress casually when you stop dyeing your hair!”

“alright, alright,” he muses, “are you ready to go?”

“shouldn’t you get dressed first, princess?” you question back, stressing the second word and inspecting his ‘outfit’. “you look handsome like this, gotta give it to you, but i’d like ti think i’m the only woman that gets to see you like this.”

“shoot, you’re right.” he laughs as he grabs the neatly laid out shirt from a nearby chair, “what would i do without you?” he asks, awarding you with a forehead kiss.

“go to work half-naked, apparently..” you fake a disapproving head-shake and make way to the door. “i’m gonna wait in the car, try to not be late, please.” you warn, jingling his car keys in your right hand.

“yes ma’am.” kakucho fakes a military greeting rushing to the bathroom to brush his hair.

✣ ✣ ✣

looking at the high building in front of you, you let out a shaky breath.

“you ready?” kaku asks, blue hair shining in the hot summer sun.

in response, you only hum a weak ‘mhm’, accompanied by a slight nod. you ponder — are you really ready? — you know what kakucho does for a job, he’s a mafioso. not only that, but he’s the no. 3 of japan’s most feared crime syndicate. if every single one of his coworkers is as serious as your kaku is whenever he talks business on the phone (which happens very rarely, as he values his time at home and with you more than drug deals and murders) then you’re screwed, to put it lightly.

“hey, c’mon,” he looks at you, face contorting into a goofy grin, “you really don’t have to be nervous. they look scary but each one is dumber than the other, i promise you. you’ll like them, and they’ll like you.”

his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings a bit, and warm your worry-frozen heart just enough to get it to pump blood again. so, you take a deep breath and nod again, only this time, confidently.

“let’s do this.” with the corner of your eye, you see kakucho smile proudly, before stretching out his arm, allowing you to loop your’s through.

you enter the building: the lobby is cool and and feels so much better than the scorching heat of the outside. the decor is nice, it brings a certain richness to the place, with accents of gold and spanish oak and baroque elements here and there. it’s not flashy, and certainly not like any other japanese office tower interior you’ve seen before.

your heels smack against the macael marble as you allow yourself to admire the interior.

“ran redesigned this whole place when we bought it.” having observed you until now, kakucho chimes in with some fun facts.

“he really has the eye for art.” you add, and watch his eyes light up as he presses the elevator button.

“and he’s quite the snob too. god forbid we touch his montblanc pens or he goes apeshit.”

“oh, kaku…” you can only sigh as he bursts out laughing. “i really don’t know what to expect from you guys.”

he calms down his laughter before entering the lift, “and that’s just the beginning.”

the elevator ride is long, their offices being the second to last floor, which is not so bad as kakucho gets to tell you more about the guys.

“the pink mullet with the piercings is sanzu. he’s quite… eccentric, sometimes.. even uhm..” kaku swallows, uncertain if he should say more, but sure enough that this slip-up may cause you some fright.

“sometimes what, kakucho?” you urge him to continue his sentence.

“well, he can be scary or creepy sometimes. but just sometimes. other than that, he’s a dumbass.” your boyfriend scratches the back of his head, almost relieved. “he’s also no. 2.

as you know, I, your handsome boyfriend is no. 3, while the advisor is takeomi, sanzu’s brother. he really likes trench coats for some reason, so he’ll probably be wearing one today. he’s got a long scar on the right side of his face. oh, yeah, and sanzu also has two scars at the corners of his lips.”

“two down, five more to go, including montblanc guy.” you comment, leaving kakucho somewhat surprised.

“ye— wait, how do you know?” confused, his head darts in your direction.

“by paying attention to your phone calls, during conversations and doing some simple maths.” you reply, sarcastically.

“oh, my beloved einstein.” he kisses the crown of your head gently, “yeah, we have montblanc guy, ran, and his younger brother rindou. ran has short hair, black and pink and rindou also has a mullet, blue and purple. and they both have the tattoo on their necks.

then there’s mochi. well behaved guy, but his beard almost makes him look like an npc or the daiso version of a pimp. he’s the guy with the jumbo dumplings i told you about!”

“oh, that’s mochi! good to know, good to know!” you reply, just as excited as he is.

“and last but not least we have koko. he’s got really long blonde hair and a… unique hairstyle. his tattoo is on his head.

i think that makes them all.”

“are you not forgetting someone?” you quirk up a brow and kakucho mimics you. “maybe… that mikey guy? your leader?” you finally ask, long pauses between each word.

“it’ll be easy for you to see which one’s mikey once he enters the room. but don’t be fooled! he’s tougher than he looks.”

you nod and run through the information one last time before the elevator light pings and the door opens. you step onto a soft carpet, kakucho right next to you, eager to explain more about his workplace.

“we each have our own offices but usually meet in the conference room, where we do most of the work. for separate tasks we use our own spaces, tho. mine is… right here!” the turns left and points to a black door. it’s not hard to see it’s his thanks to the nameplate.

“across from mine is sanzu’s and the one behind us is mikey’s. over here is akashi takeomi, just beside the elevator is mochi, across from his is the conference room, and then there’s kokonoi’s, and the haitanis’ offices towards the end of the hall.”

you would’ve liked to see how the offices looked, being sure kakucho’s was just as neat as he keeps the one at home, interested in the older haitani’s the most, to be frank. you could’ve bet money he also took charge of the floor’s design, this time more simple and elegant than the ground one. muted colors, different textures and simple paintings; the guy really seems to know what he’s doing, maybe he should ditch organized crime and do interior design.

“let’s get this over with.” you turn over to kakucho, who’s just looking around, as if it’s also his first time visiting the place. when he hears you, he smiles, and takes small steps toward the conference room, hand still looped through yours.

you un-loop your arm from his, resting it on his shoulder as he opens the door. he enters, aegean fringe bouncing with every small step. you come in just behind him.

analyzing the room, you really can’t believe these are japan’s most feared:

ran is filing his nails. next to him, legs propped up on the table, is his brother, playing a video game on his phone, occasionally hissing as his eyebrows twitch in frustration.

across from them is sanzu, pink mullet covered by a long white towel, dripping on the wool carpet. just beside him is his older brother, takeomi, wearing a tan trench-coat. he’s reading — you rub your eyes to be sure you’re seeing everything exactly as it is — a guide to becoming a multi-millionaire through bitcoin.

mochi is doing paperwork, and koko — god have fucking mercy on their souls — is reading the same book as takeomi.

“can you close the fucking— ” the younger haitani bangs his fists against the table in a fit of rage, freezing completely when he sees you. “oh my god, it’s the lady whose picture he keeps on his desk! KOKO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY YOU MOTHERFUCKER HE HAS AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” he grabs his hair while pushing past every chair to get to the mentioned, disturbing ran in the process.

“rindou, try to look whenever you’re running around like a wild boar, i hurt my nail when you pushed me!” his brother accuses, but rindou is long gone.

when he gets to koko, he’s met with a book in his face.

“i’m not giving you jackshit, bitch!”

“come on man, you can’t go back now! we had a bet!” he whines and pleads, but koko is nowhere near turning his decision around.

all of a sudden, rindou kicks koko’s chair, sending him flying into mochi.

the bearded man looks up from his papers distraught, an evil look in his eyes.

“do you even know how long it took me to convince this corn company to deliver corn directly to my house?” he asks, and both shake their heads no. “do you have any idea how long it took me to write this goddamn ‘thank you’ letter?” he asks again, and they both shake their heads again. “THEN ARE YOU TWO GOING TO WRITE IT AGAIN FOR ME BECAUSE YOU JUST MADE ME THROW AWAY A MONTH’S WORTH OF CALLIGRAPHY CLASSES?” this time, they nod.

from the left, sanzu groans.

“CAN YOU FUCKERS STOP SCREAMING? MY HEADACHE IS GETTING WORSE.” he roars, ripping the towel off his face, ready to jump out of his chair. thankfully, takeomi holds him back.

“i think you should all calm down. this is no way to greet the lady.” he says as he closes his book and stands up, bowing to you from afar. “akashi takeomi, bonten’s advisor. nice to meet you.” he says, smiling slightly.

“thank you takeomi.” kakucho starts “this is y/n, my girlfriend, just like rindou has correctly observed.” he shoots the man a judging look, “we’ve been dating for a little shy of, what? nine years now?” he looks at you and smiles, and you give an approving note, signaling he has gotten the time right, “she wanted to meet you all, so i brought her here.”

he steps forward, stretching out his hand toward you. you take it and follow him, nearing the guys on the left side.

“y/n f/l. nice to meet you, everyone. i hope we can get along well. i heard lots about you.” you take your turn and bow, looking at every single one of the guys as you speak.

every one of them continues with the introduction, except for takeomi, since he had already done it while lecturing the guys.

kakucho pulls a chair out from under the table and gestures you to sit. he sits down next to you and surprisingly, the boys are all eager to talk as soon as they get the possibility to.

rindou and koko apologize for their behavior and you just shrug it off with a laugh, reassuring them smilingly that it was funny. you compliment ran’s interior design skills to which he seems very grateful and laugh with mochi, hinting that you know about the jumbo dumpling incident. sanzu compliments your ear piercing setup and asks you about some more jewelry and you offer to go with him shopping sometime, and bond with takeomi over your shared interest of the sengoku period, finding out that he shares the same birthday with his idol, samurai akechi mitsuhide.

everything is going smoothly, when all of a sudden, the door flies open, every one of the executives jumping up in an instant, with you closely behind. when they bow, you do the same, although you didn’t get to see who came in.

when you all pull your heads up again, the short blonde who has entered looks at you puzzled.

“who are you?” he tilts his head to the left, analyzing you carefully.

“mikey, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i brought her to meet everyone!” kakucho explains instantly, and watches him approach you.

“you… you’re the one … that makes those cute bento boxes for kakucho?” he asks, serious look plastered on his face.

unable to control your excitement for your work being recognized, you beam up, hands clasping each other happily: “yes! that’s me!”

as if he wasn’t the ruthless leader he is, mikey’s eyes widen with the childish love for food he’s had forever.

“do you think…,” he starts off shy, unusual for him, “but only if you have the time, do you think you could also make one for me?” the head of bonten inquires, eagerly awaiting your response.

ever so flattered, you smile so hard you can barely see anymore, screeching out in a delighted tone.

“of course!” you’re amped, ready to cook fifty bento boxes because of how happy you are, “do you have any allergies or themes you like?”

as if having been offered a million dollars, mikey answers you enthusiastically, “i don’t like spicy food, and… i like omurice, and if you could add a mini- flag on top, please…” he says, hands meeting behind his back.

“of course!” you affirm, high on the rush of dopamine and continue asking mikey about how he’d like his bento boxes. he himself feels like a kid in a candy store.

the rest of the guys are left dumbfounded, kakucho’s mouth having hit the floor long time ago already.

he picks it back up when mikey interrupts his own conversation.

“i’m sorry to cut it short, y/n-san, but we should start the meeting. we can discuss after it more, if you want!” he apologizes, subliminally saying he wants to talk about these upcoming bentos more with you.

“that’s alright, and of course!” you smile again, “kaku, i’m heading to your office!” and turn around to face your red-faced boyfriend.

“of course, i’ll see you there after we’re done.” he smiles, nodding, assuringly.

“kakucho, does she know where your office is? are you not gonna walk her?” mikey intervenes and before kaku can say anything else, he offers himself to guide you to your lover’s workroom.

“take your places, guys, we’ll start when i come back.” the blonde orders, closing the door behind him.

“looks like boss is gonna steal your girl, kaku.” sanzu teases his subordinate, while ran makes kissy noises and coos ‘kaku’ in the background.

“wait…” rindou interrupts abruptly, “you said you have been dating for nine years? that means.. koko! do the math, please!” he orders.

“you’ve been keeping her secret ever since kanto manji!” the blonde gasps in shock.

“you bastard! you kept her hidden through that— ” mochi is just as angry.

“and tenjiku too?!” kokonoi, having redone his math, is in utter disbelief.

kakucho tries to drown out the sound of the guys accusing him of treachery, thinking about the end of the meeting and heading straight for his office to get you home and spend his time with you, alone.

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rinrinx2 · 1 month

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Their ideal type in the bedroom

Summary: What acts you put on that gets them going in the bedroom.

Character: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho

Warning: Smut, mature content.

Ran

His type is the clueless innocent type.

He enjoys the look of nervousness in your eyes as he approaches you.

Will tease you for getting shy when he starts touching you over your clothes.

Your whiny moans from him just touching you makes him so hard and it’s not long till his removing every article of your clothing.

Love’s how you try to hide yourself when you’re naked.

“Don’t hide yourself princess”

When he gets into the act his slow at first teasing his tip at your entrance watching as you try to hold back your moans, to shy to let him see how you’re having fun.

Is only going to put it in when you’re a moaning mess.

When the two of you finally get into the rhythm of fucking he goes faster.

And he knows once you’re on his dick that shy demeanor is gone as you moan and cry on his cock for me.

“Ran fuck me harder” you moan out drooling from your mouth as Ran fucks you in doggy.

“I’m not going any faster till you’re creaming on my cock”

Rindou

His type is the confident type.

He loves a woman who knows she sexy and is willing to make a show of it.

His favourite sight is coming home and seeing you splayed out on the bed in lingerie barely covering anything.

“All this just for me” Rindou says as he loosens his tie.

He likes when you keep your confident appearance, with your bouncing up and down on his cock while he watches your tits bouncing around.

But even with you taking some control his still the main one in charge, he does this by setting the pace making sure that if you close to cumming he will slow down his hips.

He has to pinch your nipples while you ride him so he can see that needy look in your eyes.

When he sees you’re tired from riding him he will smack your ass so hard you fall forward with your body laying against his, he takes this opportunity to fuck you from below.

“Now baby I’m about to fuck your pretty brains out” Rindou says as you feel his cock push deep into you from below.

Sanzu

His type is those who have no self restraint, he loves a desperate bitch.

His favourite thing is getting videos while his at work, watching as you push your fingers inside your dripping cunt as you let your thoughts of him fill your head.

He loves the sight of you loosing yourself, unable to even wait for him to get home and fuck you.

And when he does get home his not waiting another second to fill your needy cunt.

The feeling of your warm slick walls motivating him to fuck into you harder.

“Can tell how desperate you are by how tight you’re getting” he growls as he fucks into you like a mad man letting out a laugh.

And you’re getting fucked to good to even say a word just cries of pleasure.

He loves how you’re begging him for more, your pussy trying to take more of his cock.

“Daddy lil desperate slut wants to devour his cock”

Kakucho

His type is someone who completely submits themselves.

His use to serving others always following commands, so the thought of having someone do exactly as he says has his cock slit leaking at the thought.

He loves coming home from work, seeing you sitting on the floor in front of his chair, already knowing that he needs head after a long day at the office.

His going to sit on a chair opposite the bed spewing commands to you, watching you follow them with his cock in his hand as he strokes it as you follow each step.

“Now play with that pussy” he commands as you tease your clit.

Is definitely going to call you when his on business trips so he can command you to put on a show.

Just because his away doesn’t mean the two of you can’t have fun.

“That’s right princess bend in front of the camera, let me see those pussy lips”

Is not going to stop commanding you till you’re a mess on his cock and desperately need to cum.

“Sir please” you beg feeling your orgasm get closer with each bounce on his cock.

“You’re not cumming till I say so” Kakucho says with a loud smack to your ass.

And he has you bounce on his cock till your slick is practically dripping down his thighs and into the floor beneath the two of you.

“Cum for my baby” he commands as you gush around his cock.

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strawberrynightmare · 7 months

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Chifuyu, Kazutora, Yuzuha, Sanzu & Kakucho celebrating their s/o's birthday

Content warning: A tiny little bit of violence

Chifuyu

~Baby.

~He’ll literally show up in the evening of the day prior with a full backpack and announce that you’re having a sleepover. He’s already brought mangas, food, his hoodie that you like…

~”What do you mean, ‘why, all of a sudden?’ It’s your birthday tomorrow! Which means that we’ve gotta celebrate as early as possible.” He began to unpack. “I wanna be the first to congratulate you on your birthday.”

~He’ll look at you with puppy eyes and pout until you agree.

~You’re gonna watch serials, do facemasks, eat snacks and read manga together. And it’s not even your birthday yet. And you bet he’ll absolutely spoil you. Like, each time you get up to do get yourself something to drink/eat or anything at all, he’s pressing down on your shoulders to get you back down and runs to get it for you even if you insist that it’s unnecessary. He’s having none of that.

~Somehow knows how to best keep you awake until midnight and starts counting as if it was a new year’s eve a few seconds before the clock strikes twelve. He’s even more excited than for the new year though. He’s actually screaming out the last few seconds and yells “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE” when it’s finally time.

~After that, you soon begin to drowsy and end up falling asleep cuddled together with some movie playing in the background.

~Wakes up before you and makes you breakfast even though he’s already done enough 🥺

~DO NOT LET GO OF HIM. EVER.

~As for the rest of the day, he probably has everything planned. For the whole month before, he’d note down everything and everywhere you look at or mention and takes you there exactly. I feel like he’d make you a shirt with a cringe logo and then make himself a matching one and demand that the two of you wear it together.

~I feel like he’d collect things that remind him of you when he sees them, then puts them in a bag and give them to you. Your gift comes out as a gathering of different trinkets, each one charming and unique in their own way.

~Plans out so many amazing things but gets incredibly flustered when you thank him and claims that he didn’t even do anything.

~Gets the cake from your favourite bakery and treats you to anything else you want to eat. Literally makes you feel like the best person in the world and if you refuse to let him buy you stuff, he ignores you entirely and asks where do you want to go next.

~Panics if anything goes wrong or you even look not happy enough to him. Even if you’re just quietly enjoying yourself or do not mind a sudden change of plans at all.

~”I don’t care about where we go as long as we get to spend time together, Chifuyu.

~Ok now you broke him. He is malfunctioning, there is steam coming out of his ears and he’s completely red. Stands still in the middle of wherever you are and spends a good while with his face in his hands while you rub his back because god, he feels the same but now that you put it in words his heart is beating so fast it’s like he’s getting a positive heart attack more like happy heart syndrome and is going to die from happiness.

~Clings to you for the rest of the day. You come home exhausted, but content and fall asleep almost immediately.

~Marry him.

Kazutora

~You are spending your birthday with him and him alone. No buts. He’s gonna ensure that by coming to your house early in the morning. He’ll furiously ring the doorbell until you wake up, get up and open up.

~And just as you’re about to get mad because who the hell dares to wake you up at this ungodly hour, you’re greeted with the sight of your smiling boyfriend wishing you happy birthday with birthday cake in one hand and a bag with the other and you feel the anger escaping your body like air out of a balloon someone pricked with a needle.

~Your anger… He sure does know how to ease it. Suddenly you don’t even remember the reason for your annoyance.

~He’ll sing you happy birthday while you’re sitting on the sofa, still half asleep. And then he’ll hand you the bag with something expensive you’ve been eyeing during your last shopping trip.

“You didn’t steal this, right?”

“Right, Kazutora?”

(._.)

~Refuses to leave your side as if his life depended on it. Almost everywhere you go, he follows you. Someone could think that there’s an invisible string connecting him with you, not allowing him to separate himself from you further than three metres away.

~He’ll sit behind you and brush your hair while you get to eat cake for breakfast. After all, why not? He’s nowhere near strict enough to tell you to eat something healthy first. He says he doesn’t want anything to eat, but the moment you try to spoon-feed him, he’s suddenly starving.

~After you’re awake enough and finished with eating, he’ll drag you out. And it does not matter that you’re still in your pyjamas, he’ll say that it’s clothes like any other but he’ll wait for you to change if you insist.

~He probably bought tickets to barbie a movie you were hyped up for and he’ll take you to the cinema. Except he does not watch it at all and instead, he uses your distraction to stare at you all he wants, but then he genuinely gets invested in the story line and both of you leave with tears in your eyes and wobbly lips okay but imagine the both of you crying into the other’s arm and comforting each other while looking like absolute idiots

~So to calm down, you decide to go somewhere quiet and peaceful and settle for laying down on the grass of some park or a meadow and look at the sky and talk about everything that you can think about or just exist and decompose in complete silence. Or both. But of course, not without him gradually shifting closer to you until he’s completely glued to your side and nuzzling his head into your neck. You may or may not end up play-fighting with him because it’s your birthday and it should be you getting to cuddle him all you want. The solution is the two of you holding the other as close as possible, literally melting together.

~By the time you’re finished, the two of you will probably be hungry again so you go for a proper dinner in a bar for some soup™ and fries and you’re ready to go but not without him stealing food from your plate while looking you straight in the eye.

~I’ll be honest with ya, he probably called for an emergency meeting with Baji and Chifuyu a few days prior. They rushed to his house upon hearing how panicked and downright frantic he sounded. And what does it turn out to be? Him stressing out over his lover’s birthday. And so, they begin to combine the few brain cells they have left after beating him up a bit for worrying them and figure out where he can take you. It does take them a few hours, but Baji eventually figures out that… His friend should take you somewhere you like!

~It was actually Chifuyu who contacted Takemitchy and gave him clearer ideas.

~He silently thanks them as he sees you having fun during the day and coming home exhausted but happy. You two finish the day with cuddling together under a blanket and watching a movie, but you end up falling asleep midway.

~He’s a bit confused, but he’s got the spirit!

Yuzuha

~She’s pretty chill about it. Probably the chillest out of all of the people in this fic.

~Sets up a date on her calendar and casually asks you about what you would like for your birthday. She’s a straightforward person so a straightforward reply would be the most convenient for her, if you give it, she’ll give you just that with some small additions. If you’re not sure, she’ll opt for practical stuff she can actually picture you using, like a nice box, mouse pad, hairbrush and snacks.

~And she wouldn’t be all for celebrating on the exact day. She would send you wishes, yes, but for a full celebration, she’d probably schedule a saturday or a sunday so that you have lots of time to do nothing.

~She’ll show up at your door in the late morning with the present and ask if you want to hang out (the only correct answer is yes). If you have anywhere you want to go in particular, that’s where you’re going, if not, she’ll take you straight to her house.

~Hakkai was probably chased away beforehand and is now having his own sleepover with his Toman buddies.

~There will already be a few bowls with crisps, jelly, chocolates and cookies ready on the table. Make yourself comfortable because this will be the chillest day of your life.

~You’ll probably be binge watching a series you’ve been planning to watch for a long time, but there was never the right moment. Well, there is. Now. And she’ll probably use the opportunity to have an arm around your shoulders or waist as both of you comment your thoughts and theories about what’s gonna happen next.

~If you agree, she’ll play with/braid/brush your hair since she can never seem to get enough of it (which is totally not an excuse for her to have you sit on her lap. Not at all). It feels so relaxing to have her fingers graze your scalp, it might become hard to focus. Oce she’s done, she’ll rest her head on your shoulder and breathe in your scent.

~Surprisingly or not, Yuzuha does not mind gossiping. You might end up playing out little satire scenes to mock the demeanours of your teachers and annoying classmates. And it’s twice as fun since she’s both well oriented in ordinary stuff and gang oriented business as well.

~Don’t count on any proper meals when you can have pizza. Your girlfriend argues that since these are usually things people don’t eat because they don’t consider them healthy, now you can loosen up and do everything you usually wouldn’t allow yourself to.

~Same with going to sleep at a reasonable hour. You’re gonna get so invested in gaming together with her, you won’t even notice what hour this is until you glance at the clock and see 1am.

~You’d probably get a random idea to download some ikemen otome game and play it for fun while continuously making fun of the love interests and their cringe lines.

~You don’t really “go” to sleep, rather, one of you dozes off at some point and the other turns off the devices and lays next to them. You aren’t necessarily cuddling, but you sure as hell are touching each other in some way.

Sanzu

~According to his heroic/failure story, as a gift, he’ll probably beat up some people you dislike, shave off their hair and present them to you, records as he pushes them down the stairs or makes them write a 2 000 word essay on how they are shitty people, apologise for it at least ten times and say that they were wrong while begging for forgiveness while he holds a knife to their throat. They probably won’t know who they are apologising to in the first place since he doesn’t want to get you in trouble.

~Whether you like it or not is up to you 👀

~If you appreciate it, he’ll be over the moon. If not, he’ll just scratch his head and give you some random thing he saw in the shop that reminded him of you for some reason.

~Your friends do not exist to him. He's kidnapping you for the day.

~First things first, asks you where you want to go. If it’s shopping, he’ll carry your bags. If it’s eating, he’ll order you lots of food and insist that you should try a little bit of everything. If it’s arcade, he’ll cheer on you, try to win rewards or play with you if it’s a multiplayer game. Or maybe you want to chill in the park? Sure, he’ll just grab a blanket so that you don’t have to worry about bugs.

~If you have nowhere you want to go, he’ll offer you a tour around the city, so maybe then you would have an idea. He won’t rush you. Truth is, he’s content as it is because he gets to hold your hand as you rant about your day.

~And he is not leaving your side at all. Not to stop to take something out of his bag, not to check anything out, not to take a leaflet from a polite stranger. He’s always right on the edge of your peripheral vision. His constant presence is rather comforting, it’s always easier to move through life when there’s someone to have your back.

~Cannot believe it if anyone is being mean to you. Even if it’s just a rude stranger, it’s his lover’s birthday and he will absolutely not tolerate anyone ruining it. Won’t even think twice about giving them a black eye if they even look at you wrong. But it doesn’t end with a black eye and you might have to drag him away from the almost unconscious person.

~If you prefer to spend time in the comfort of your/his home, then he’ll be a bit more clingy. You’ll probably play the most random game you find on the internet and it will turn out to be surprisingly fun and intense.

~Similar to Kakucho, but a lot more quiet. He’s just… not sure what to do. He’s used to his sister dragging him around to shop and following her around and holding her bags. It’s useless to resist. So he kind of expects you to behave similarly. Pouts if you don’t let him carry your bags because you can’t be serious. If you insist on taking them even on the way back, he won’t say anything but he’s gonna stare holes into you.

~If you give up and hand them to him, he’ll give you a sweet smile and if you don’t, he’ll surrender. Probably. Some day.

~It will be one of the rare days he asks you if he can stay over. It’s rare of him to suggest it, so you might be a bit taken aback, but it sure is a nice surprise.

~He’ll guide you to lay your head on his lap while scrolling through his phone and occasionally showing some funny memes or videos to you.

~Belongs to team take out, you can have it delivered or go over to the nearby shop and get whatever you like.

~Birthday with Sanzu is just whatever you want it to be. He’s pretty elastic when it comes to this - he’ll adapt to whatever you want to do no matter what this is. Unless it’s something like “Let’s go to Switzerland!” With his arms under your armpits and an uneasy expression, he’ll drag you away from the airport while explaining that there are plenty of things to do in your own country.

~But that’s the limit, as long as it doesn’t require a passport, he’ll comply with your requests although he might raise a brow at some of them.

~You might fall asleep at some point since I hc him as a good cuddler.

Kakucho

~He’d ask you to hang out with him the day before your actual birthday so that you have time to meet some other friends then 🥺 Unless you don’t have any other friends or they’re too busy. Then he’ll be happy to spend your special day with you.

~Although he probably won’t be very keen on having a whole party with your friends. He’s kind of set on having you for himself and you having him for yourself for at least a few hours. In a crowd, he won’t fight for your attention, but rather watch over you from the shadows. Always ready to support you no matter what.

~When there’s only the two of you together, first things first he’d ask you where you wanna go. And that’s where you will go. He’s willing to get dragged around the whole Japan if necessary and you won’t hear a word of complaint from him. Your birthday is a “yes” day.

~If you don’t have any ideas, he’ll suggest the places he thought of beforehand. These places will vary depending on your interests and personality. It can be the playground in the local park, a cat cafe, an amusement park, a museum, an arcade etc. No matter which one you pick, you’re gonna have fun with him. His presence just feels so comforting, it makes you feel like you can have the whole world for yourself.

~Might ask you if you’re having fun once or twice if he notices you being too quiet.

~Rather than choosing a gift for you himself, he’d rather get you something that you mentioned earlier or take you shopping so that you can choose. He might opt for a little handmade trinket he created himself as an addiction to that. And yeah, you guessed it, he doesn’t buy you a birthday cake either. You choose whatever you want to eat and he’ll get it for you. You know best.

~Even if you thought that he forgot. Yeah no. He probably set up a date on his phone calendar with a reminder a week, 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3 days, 2 days and 1 day prior. But he remembers about it two weeks prior and then whenever he gets the notification reminder, he’ll be stressing out about it. ~Kisses and cuddles! You are special and you should know it. Do you feel bonita? I feel bonita. Wonderful, cuz you are bonita! He’d randomly wrap his arms from behind you and kiss your temple. “Happy birthday, dearest. Have I already told you how much I love you?” And he’s so sweet- hell, he’s always sweet but still, he always manages to make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

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— 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 : kakucho.

content: fem bodied reader. kmg!kakucho (assume he's like 19, same as mikey). hurt/comfort + smut. unprotected sex. rough sex but with lots of praise. size + strength kink, a lil breeding kink. a little edging. manhandling.

— . ｡˚ ♡ kakucho tells you he loves you. he promises he'll come back to you. despite that, you can't get rid of the heaviness in your heart.

"promise," you say, breath hitching, as kakucho slides his cock in your cunt. he's got his arms braced on either side of your body, his muscled form only a few inches over your smaller frame as he slowly, carefully fits himself in. "promise you'll come back to me?"

his brows are furrowed, red and white eye both focused on the way your cunt's taking him in — he's got both length and girth, and he's gentle, sheathing himself in you all the way, without hurting you. "of course i'll come back," he says, voice rough, as your bodies meet eachother and he tilts his head back up to meet your eyes. "what makes you think i wont?"

as he starts to move, you run your hands along his arms, counting the bruises over his biceps and collarbones. they're barely faded, still healing. more bruises line his beautifully sculpted torso, along his pectorals and abs, over and around the pale, jagged scars that marr his skin. you briefly think of his friends — the haitani brothers have their tattoos, and your kakucho has his scars.

a gasp slips out from your parted lips when he pulls back and thrusts into you harder, and he smiles, because you're cute— but you meet his eyes with worry in your own. "i love you."

"i love you too, angel." he returns immediately, the words dripping with saccharine sincerity, and it warms your heart and makes your blood run cold at the same time. you lean your face up a little, lips catching the faint light of your bedside lamp, and kakucho bends down, giving you the kiss you're asking for.

"kaku, baby." you sigh into the kiss he gives you, slow and so sweet. "i wanna be with you. wanna be yours forever."

"and you will be," he says, like it's an oath written and signed in blood. like it's something destined and fated, that nothing in the world could change. "we'll be together, baby. i love you. i really do."

but in reality, the man you love is only human — only human, and humans can so easily be parted from eachother. kakucho knows that, firsthand. you know that, secondhand. which is why you're afraid.

"we cant," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing the distance between your bodies, and shiver when his heat spills into you and envelopes you, comforting and warm. "we cant, if — if you leave me."

he slows down the pace he was building for a moment, as he registers what you're trying to say. you grip his arms tighter, eyeing the amount of bruises, gashes and scars that line his precious body — and your chest tightens, full and heavy with how badly you want to hold him close, keep him under your blankets with you, safe and sound, forever.

"kakucho," you whimper, on the verge of tears, even though you're both having sex, and your pussy's full of his cock, even though it feels so good. "kakucho, please dont go. i love you. please."

and even with his cock twitching in you, kakucho reaches up with one hand, cradles your face in his palm, concern lacing his pretty eyes and his voice. "baby, what are you talking about? nothing's going to happen, don't say that."

"i'm scared," you say hoarsely, and kakucho's heart breaks when you grab his wrist, squeeze it tight as you try to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. "i'm sorry — but i'm so scared. i don't wanna lose you, kakucho. i need you."

"i'll be okay," he says, voice firm as he kisses you again, other arm going under you so he can lift you up, hold you close and protected in his embrace, as he kisses the spot under your left eye, kisses your temple and kisses your hair, his voice resounding as he whispers assurance into your ear. "i'll be fine, promise. i promise."

"dont say that," you shake your head, and he hesitates, words skipping on and off his tongue as he tries to figure out what the right thing to say was. "dont say that, when you're about to leave for another one of those fights again."

you wonder if he'll come home to you, bruised and bloodied, tattered with wounds for you to clean and bandage, while scolding him and pushing down the overflowing worry and hurt you feel at seeing him like that.

you wonder if he'll come home to you at all.

"fuck, angel, dont look at me like that," kakucho breaks into your thoughts, lifting your face up by the grip he's got on your jaw, and he meets your lips in another kiss, as he starts thrusting into you again. you gasp, trying to hold your composure steady—

but shit, he's too big, feels too good, and your mind goes hazy almost immediately. "h—hah, kaku!"

"shhh," his muscles flex, along with the way his hips slap against yours, cock kissing your cervix with every thrust as he adjusts his hold on you, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck, other arm bracing itself beside your waist, fisting the sheets as he goes harder. "it's alright, okay? you know i'm strong, i'll be fine."

his balls feel tight, heavy, cock having sat tight in your hot cunt for so long, while he tried to console you — he cant help the rough pace he sets. you feel good, so good, and the fact that you love him so, so much sparks in your eyes as he looks at you, gorgeous underneath him — he doesn't want to leave you, either. and he wont — he's promised that he wont. "i'm strong, aren't i? you know it."

and you can't really deny him — not with the way his muscles are so hot, thick and hard in your grasp as you squeeze at his biceps and push at his chest, wanting to ask him to slow down, only to forget your words when his cock hits your deepest parts again, and again.

his veins pulse under your fingertips, and his cock pulses in your cunt, powerful, sending you flying onto the verge of an orgasm within only moments with how he drags past all your sweetest spots and stretches you out so well with every shove. "tell me, angel. i'm strong, yeah? i'll hold my own just fine, you shouldn't worry. tell me."

and you're still afraid — still afraid, because no matter what, he's still human, and you still love him so much. you'll always be afraid of losing him, because that's something that comes with loving a man like him. despite that, though, you babble, "yes! yes, kaku, fuck! you're strong, so strong!"

"good girl," he rasps, and the layer of sweat that's forming on his skin glows, and you've never seen something look so beautiful under the meagre light of your desk lamp. "good fucking girl. gonna— gonna fill you up, okay?"

"mmh," you moan, nails digging into his biceps as you try to maintain yourself, tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts, eyes rolling up — but he just fucks you harder and faster, as if he wants to fuck you dumb and make you forget everything you're worrying so much about. "mhm, please. want your cum in me, kaku."

he grabs one of your legs by the calf, throws your leg over his shoulder, groaning roughly with the access the new position gives him. you flutter around him, pussy throbbing along with his cock, and he hisses, wanting so badly to make you feel as good as he can.

you love him, and he's so grateful to have his love returned so fully. his heart's warmed, when he gets to see how you want him with you so bad — in fact, he could go to war a million times, if it meant he got to taste your love for him a million times along with it.

"don't worry your head with all those thoughts, hm?" he breathes, kissing you again, as he feels his cock get stiffer, the band in his core so close to snapping. "we'll be together, forever."

"you'll be mine forever?" you murmur, hands travelling up his arms and shoulders to cup his jaw. "promise?"

"i promise," he says, as you kiss him, and he feels so good, so warm, body hot and heavy over yours as he melts into the kiss. one of your hands fall to scrape at the scar that rifts down his chest and stomach, and he shivers. "i'll be yours, forever."

you feel the hot, thick ropes of cum fill your insides a second later, as he lets out a sharp, coarse hiss and his arm trembles with the effort it takes for him to hold himself up while trying to ride through his orgasm — you grab hold of him, arms circling around his shoulders and yanking him down on top of you.

he's heavy, the weight of him knocking air out your lungs, but he groans into your hair and whispers to you that he loves you — and you think, you hope, you dream that if you hug him tight enough, keep him pressed against you like this, then he'll be safe with you forever. that he'll never leave, or have to come home hurt, again.

"fuck, fuck, kaku!" you cry out, as he fills you up and continues thrusting into you, and the friction and slick you feel sends you stumbling into your own high. "fuck, please, i—i love you so much, fuck!"

"i love you too," he says again, instantly. "love you— nngh, so much. p-promise, angel, we'll stay together. forever."

you would argue — you really would, and you want to, but right now it feels too good, and you're too comfortable, pulled away from your worries by his body, his warmth and his kisses, by his words—

later. tomorrow. tomorrow morning, when you wake up. you tell yourself. you'll talk about it with him tomorrow.

for now, for now you just want to lay here with him, fucked full of his cum, with your cunt fluttering round his thick cock, warm and comfortable on your messy sheets with him on top of you.

"hah, i—" you sigh, wanting to hear it one more time. "i love you, kaku. you're mine forever, right?"

"yeah," he mumbles, kissing you softly, as he slows his pace to a stop.

he looks at you hazily, bruises lining his collarbones, scar rifting through his eye. lip cut and still not fully healed, from one of his previous fights. all signs that he's human, and that forever is only a concept, that if something were to happen, forever would be cut infinitely short in only an instance.

"yeah, i promise." he says, despite all that. "i'm yours, forever."

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summary: Kakucho is bored. In fact, depressed might be a better way to put it after dealing with Izana's death, having his ghost haunt him with every step he takes with Bonten. He finally snaps, going AWOL and taking a trip to a far-away island in the tropics to escape the demons he's created in Japan. There, he manages to meet someone who finally makes life feel worth sticking around for. But as he knows, and as he should have known...nothing seems to enjoy lasting forever around him.

-> content warnings: fem!reader, vacation hookups, angst with a happy ending, gang violence, alcoholism, drug usage, burn-out, depression, slight suicidal ideation, references to canonical character deaths, bonten!timeline, heavy ooc and au behavior (kakucho still has a buzzcut), kakucho & izana pairing on the side, abandonment, grief, suggestive themes

-> author's notes: finally, my next series! this one is going to be based off of some of the discography off of ocean eyes by owl city (deluxe edition, of course). i've been meaning to write more kakucho, and i haven't really explored his grief after izana's death. i am taking lots of liberties here so i'm labeling this as an au with Bonten influences. enjoy! due to the various warnings and smut contained in several of these chapters, minors, please do not interact <3

-> tagging: @enchantedforest-network @thehoneypotserver

chapter 1: cave in ❝ i’ll tie my handlebars to the stars ❞

based on cave in. [link] [ao3 link]

chapter 2: umbrella beach ❝ i think dreamy things as I'm waving goodbye ❞

based on umbrella beach. [link] [ao3 link]

chapter 3: on the wing ❝ are you just a decoy dream? ❞

based on on the wing. [link] [ao3 link]

chapter 4: vanilla twilight ❝ the space between my fingers is right where yours fits perfectly ❞

based on vanilla twilight. [link] [ao3 link]

chapter 5: tidal wave ❝ i wish i broke mirrors instead of promises ❞

based on tidal wave. [link] [ao3 link]

chapter 6: if my heart was a house ❝ if my heart was a compass, you'd be North ❞

based on if my heart was a house. [link] [ao3 link]

divider credit: @/benkeibear for the mdni and simple line dividers!

disclaimer: please do not copy or repost my works for any reason. translations are acceptable, but please ask for permission first!

#kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #hitto kakucho x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #enchantedforestnetwork #please like/interact with this post if you'd like to be tagged!#📝 ari's autographs

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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I loved your post about which girls the tokyorev boys would be interested in! Could you maybe do rindou, kakucho and south if you write for them? 💕💕

A/N: Thank you so much!!♥️ I'm glad that you enjoyed the post and am happy to provide you with a list of respective characters and their dream girls. Thank you for your interest!

Ft: Haitani Rindō, Hitto Kakuchō & Terano South (Tokyo Revengers).

Part One: Haitani Ran, Hanemiya Kazutora, Matsuno Chifuyu, Mitsuya Takashi & Sano Manjirō ➵ Tokyo Revengers

Haitani Rindō

➵ There is one type that I can see our chicken little becoming interested in, and that is the “queen of sarcasm”.

➵ I kid you not.

➵ She’s the one who invented the “Wednesday Addams” nickname—ahem insult.

➵ I believe that was also the moment when Rindō realized that she was the one.

➵ I mean, it is a well-known fact that Rindō is a sarcastic—and sadistic—brat when he wants to be, so obviously his partner has to be someone who has no problem keeping up with him.

➵ Though she's probably a bit more mischievous than his stoic persona.

➵ They are probably throwing insults at each other on a daily basis, and anyone who has not become accustomed to this fact will probably believe that they are having a serious argument.

➵ They’re also the type of couple that views each other as their sworn enemies until somebody else comes into the picture.

➵ Mostly Ran, who almost always becomes their shared victim for new inventive insults.

➵ Rindō even has a tendency to write down everything unusual that she throws at him or others.

➵ The enemies when alone, but best buddies when they have a mutual enemy trope.

➵ Ran would have laughed if he had not been the one on the receiving end most of the time.

Hitto Kakuchō

➵ The "god complex" type is his dream girl—I'm not even sure if ‘dream girl’ is the right term for whatever this is.

➵ I don’t know why, but I see Kakuchō as the type of guy that has the “I can fix them” mindset.

➵ Pretty much like Izana, she exhibits tendencies like looking down on others and not taking their opinions or feelings into consideration.

➵ I mean, come on, the fact that he’s willing to follow Izana through thick and thin says a lot about his preferences.

➵ Kakuchō is also one of the only people in this universe that would willingly want to deal with such people.

➵ He even somehow manages to become someone worthy in their eyes.

➵ Seriously, this guy is literally worshiping her mere existence! He would feel honored to kiss the ground that she’s walking on!

➵ She views herself as the empress that’s got the whole world bowing down at her feet.

➵ And well... Kakuchō obviously doesn't mind descending to her personal servant.

➵ If anything, he should feel grateful that she's letting him assume such a "high" position in her life.

➵ I swear to god, I wanna cry!

➵ This boy deserves so much better than this!

➵ But seriously, she isn’t that bad.

➵ Kakuchō would never pay attention to her if she weren't a good person at heart.

➵ Therefore I personally prefer to call her the “her issues are too hard for this world to comprehend” type.

Terano South

➵ The "brainy" type, aka, the “Grey Cardinal”.

➵ As a man who thrives in violence, South would likely take notice of someone who deals with things through a different approach.

➵ When I say “through a different approach,” I do not mean a “peaceful” one.

➵ What I mean is a cold and calculated one.

➵ She is the type of girl who would not dirty her hands for petty revenge, but instead, she would find someone else to do the dirty work for her.

➵ I can imagine this girl being quite emotionally detached and difficult to anger.

➵ She is aware of how dark the world is and does not view everything through rose-tinted glasses.

➵ She can be cruel and heartless and is not afraid to speak her mind.

➵ She is as quiet as a mouse, but a predator hides beneath the surface—a wolf in sheep's clothing.

➵ South wouldn't be able to find common ground with her if she were a naive butterfly.

➵ He is the brawn and she is the brains, but he wouldn't mind being controlled by her, as she is his queen.

➵ She could also be classified as the "strategist,” a mastermind who always stays one step ahead of her opponents.

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secretcheesecakecat · 6 months

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Kakuchou! I swear God is real! Last week I passed out and almost died and I saw Jesus, he slapped me with a fish and said that you should start growing hair!

"What do you mean you passed out, are you okay-? *He looked at you shocked and then started to laughted before he waved you of with his hand* Ha.Ha.Ha. you are so funny. Maybe i'll start growing it, but i actually like it the way it is."

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blueparadis · 2 years

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okay, i'm here like i promised! gonna drop some kakucho thoughts this time!! kakucho crying from being inside you, like he can't get enough of you. he can't stop himself from not fucking you. and it becomes even harder when you wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer. the feeling is so overwhelming that he can't help but let a few "i love you"s slip from his lips. goshhhh i'm only soft for him 😩

Omg yes Fi. He would. He definitely would. It's always hard love and soft sex with kaku. Also tagging @lalunanymph & enjoy <3

꒰𝟑:𝟎𝟏 𝐀.𝐌꒱ ~ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

➜ CW :: afab-reader, soft sex, unprotexted sex, established relationship, husband! Kakucho,creampie, aftercare, bodyworship, explicit smut, pleasure dom Kakucho, sub reader, Kakucho being a gentleman like always.

“Oh dear!”, Kakucho buzzes watching your glistening skin underneath him as you squirm while his sturdy hands wrap around your slim biceps. His pace slows down, chest swelling to take in deep breaths before his hands slide under the valley of your waist. “Fuck, you always feel so good baby”, he coos; he his face pressed onto your chest sending shivers all over your body, adorning your skin with goosebumps.

You shift your gaze on him only to find him scooping himself up as he cups your knees to spread your legs.Your body jolts as he starts to thrust with deep strokes along with longer pauses; he's exhausted, his muscles must be aching but he couldn't care less about it. All he wants to see your cheery tainted cheeks as he fills you up.

Scarlet gaze traces down to your face as you arch in euphoric shots of pleasures feeling his cock hit you sweet spot. “Ohhh fuck”, you curse as he keeps thrusting, now even faster. “Baby, you feel so good”, he whispers hovering over your body rubbing his cheek against yours. You feel his scar lacing your temples while his lips takes yours sucking them meticulously.

Mind clouded, hands desperately gripping the sheets as trails of muffled moans keeps falling from your mouth. You feel his breath against your mouth,his burning stare on you as he kisses your forehead. “Love you”, he whispers against your ears while you curl your legs around his torso. “Wh-wait”, he mumbles hands tensing, heartbeat racing as you pull him closer to wrap your hands around his nape. His cheeks heat up as your lips part :

“cum inside me —please!!”, you plead gaining his surprised dancing eyebrows. “You sure?”, his voice is husky,bold before he goes for final thrust.

“Ummhmmm”, you nod unable to form a proper ‘yes’ since he's already moving his his hips. He finds it cute when you can't seem to form proper words, not because he's been fucking you mercilessly, pulling out four orgasms in a row but because you're too shy to ask for more. “Ohh ngghmh ... ’m close,close”, you shudder as his thick load of cum coats your walls.

You pant heavily catching up with your breath. His lips tug up in a smile as he swiftly rolls you over without pulling out. “Oh my god!”, you squeal in utmost surprise making him chuckle. He tucks your loose sticky hair strands behind your earlobes making you shut your eyes. “Wh-at?”, you ask smiling like an idoit knowing what he might say. “I love you, love you so much!”, he mumbles. You've heard it so many times yet it still gives you a swarms of butterflies. You bury your face in the cave of his neckline smiling and conveying,“Love you too dear” while his fingers roam over your back.

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usernamerenn · 2 years

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character. sanzu haruchiyo, hitto kakucho, kokonoi “koko” hajime

summary. he loses his child at the mall

note. this is a reupload. f!reader. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

sanzu haruchiyo

with sanzu, he honestly wouldn’t even realize that his son was gone until he made his way back to the car and noticed that he was alone

it would take sanzu less than a second to process this before he quickly ran back toward the mall in a panic, not caring for the many confused looks that were now being directed at him

at that moment, he couldn’t help but wryly think how funny it was that his three hours of sleep and five cups of coffee this morning wouldn’t be what finally killed him, rather it would be you

though, admittedly, if sanzu was to die to anyone, he would more than happily die at the literal hands of his beautiful wife

after continuously failing to find his son anywhere, sanzu solemnly resigned himself to his fate, about to call your number when a sudden announcement on the mall’s speakerphones caused him to sigh in relief

“um, can akashi haruchiyo-san please make his way to the first floor information desk? your son is looking for you. again, that’s akashi haruchiyo-san to the first floor information desk. thank you”

“where have you been?!” sanzu questioned after he had arrived at the information desk and recognized the young boy standing there. “i was this close to getting murdered by your mom”

“dad, you were the one who left me,” his son answered with a blank stare. “you said that you were going to step away for a few minutes to answer a phone call, but then you just left”

“huh,” sanzu commented in response. “now that you mention it, i do kind of remember that”

“you’re funny, dad,” the younger akashi said with a laugh. “come on, let’s go home already. mom’s making katsu for lunch today!”

hitto kakucho

“stay close to me,” was what kakucho had told his son before the young boy unexpectedly disappeared without a sound

despite his perfectly calm expression and demeanour at the moment, kakucho could feel himself becoming more panicked and worried as time went on with no sign of his son anywhere

kakucho would have to remind himself to breath, and it was then when he suddenly remembered the advice that he had once told his son, which was to stay where he was until you or your husband could find him

and so, kakucho proceeded to revisit the many stores from this morning, and it was only once he reached the jewellery store from earlier did tears appear in his eyes

“hi, papa!” his son greeted cheerfully, a look of surprise on his face as kakucho immediately pulled him into a loving hug

“what are you doing here, buddy?” kakucho asked in concern

“the lady from the store said that mama’s necklace would be ready at twelve,” his son explained happily before pointing to one of the many clocks placed around the mall. “it’s twelve now!”

and after hearing this answer, kakucho couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s amusingly simple and lackadaisical response

“son, i know that you’re excited about getting mama her present, but please don’t do that again. i was so scared when i realized that you were gone”

“papa was scared?” his son questioned with a curious tilt of his head

“i’m always scared when it comes to you and your mom,” kakucho replied with an adoring smile. “the two of you are my world”

partially understanding his father’s sentiments and concerns, the young boy simply nodded his head in agreement before apologizing, though all was already forgiven

kokonoi “koko” hajime

as a father, koko undoubtedly spoiled his daughter too much

she was his little princess, so he often found it difficult to deny her of her whimsical requests, like having sweets before dinner or buying an entire closet full of new and expensive clothes

on this occasion to the mall, you had challenged your husband to be strict for once, reminding him that his little princess would more than likely grow up to be conceited and spoiled if he kept acting like this

so after some hesitation, your husband eventually agreed, though he had never thought that it would be this painful and heartbreaking to say no

“p-princess, you already have plenty of dresses at home”

“but, papa, i want this dress!” koko’s daughter explained with bright, shining eyes

and it took all of koko’s resolve to not change his mind as gently refused with a tired sigh, unable to even offer an apology before his daughter disheartenedly ran out of the store while screaming, “i hate you, papa!”

hastily following after her, koko was immediately confronted with a large crowd of shoppers, his daughter nowhere in sight as he began to panickingly shout her name while ignoring the curious glances of the people around him

this went on for another ten minutes before koko reached a quieter part of the mall, and he felt his heart skip a beat in absolute joy and relief once he noticed a familiar-looking young girl

with a shout of her name, koko fell to his knees and opened his arms as his daughter quickly ran toward him with tears in her eyes

“p-papa! i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” she cried as she hugged him. “i-i was so scared that you would leave me here”

“why would i ever do that?” koko asked in amusement, though there were also tears in his eyes

“b-because i was being s-spoiled. i-i thought that you wouldn’t love me anyone and leave me here”

“that would never happen, princess. no matter what, your mom and i will always love you,” koko reassured with a comforting kiss on the top of her head. “never run away from me again, okay? you don’t know how scared i was when i couldn’t find you”

“i’m sorry, papa. i’ll be better from now on. promise!”

tokyo revengers taglist. @crown5 @blacksun-judar @chloee0x0 @zuuki @chiaki3nanami

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simpforchuchu · 2 months

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Regret

Prompts: DAY 29 - not allowed to die @febuwhump Characters: Kakucho x reader Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This was my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you enjoyed the short fics I wrote.This one was the last one 🥺 I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of blood and death, angst

Has time ever slowed down this much? Or has fear ever been such a heavy emotion? Kakucho knew neither. The only thing he knew was his "friend" lying on the ground covered in blood when he entered the empty warehouse.

“Y/n!”

Frightened, he entered the door of the warehouse and put the young girl on his knees. Her face was covered in blood and she was unconscious. Was she breathing? He wasn't sure.

This was the first time Y/n's skin felt this cold.

He cupped her face in fear and begged

“Please, open your eyes! The ambulance is coming, you'll be okay! Y/n! Do you hear me?!"

There was no response, y/n wasn't waking up. She wasn't moving, she wasn't breathing.

“Y/n! Do you hear me?! You're not allowed to die! Not before I tell you that I love you!”

Y/n would love to hear those words from him. Maybe she had waited a lifetime for Kakucho to tell her that he loved her.

But it was too late now. Y/n was gone and all Kakucho had left was regret…

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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House Husband

Kakucho x reader

Summary: You have it all being a successful business woman, a beautiful baby and a husband who spends his time looking after the home. The best part about having house husband is when he takes care of you after a long day at work.

Warnings: Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Smut, Orgasm, Slice of life

Request by: @lovelygeniegirl1012

"Have a good day at work" Kakucho said as he placed a kiss upon your forehead, before you left for work.

Kakucho watched as you walked out the door carrying your brief case, filled with work that you were complaining about completing, causing a smile to form on Kakucho's face at the memory of your irritated face looking at paperwork.

Once the door shut, Kakucho's attention mind snapped back into reality, remembering all the work he himself had to complete for the day.

Quickly Kakucho walked over to your shared bedroom where a sleeping Haruhi lie on your bed.

"Good morning Haru" Kakuchou whispered, causing the two year old girl to groan in her sleep.

As much as she looked like Kakucho, she was much like you in personality, which would include not being a morning person.

Kakucho giggled at his daughter reaction, glancing at his phone to see a message from Izana appear.

MybestfriendintheworldIzana: We'll be helping out at the orphanage home next week Thursday. Don't forget Kaku! IM WARNING YOU!

Kakucho's attention shifted from his daughter to his phone reading the message, causing his eyes to roll.

Hitto Kakucho a now 27-year-old man, was married with his first child as well as working part time for one of the biggest charities in all of Japan - Tenjiku.

But even with all these credits his favorite one was being a house-husband. When he told people that his wife worked while he stayed at home majority of the time, cooking, cleaning and tending to his child, they would call him a wife-man. But these people just didn't understand the joys of being a house-husband.

He was able to prepare every meal with love, he was able to spend as much time with his daughter savoring every moment of her childhood and the best part was when you came home all frustrated from work and he'd fuck you till the only thought comprehensible in your mind was his cock.

This was the way of the house-husband Kakucho, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"How was work?" Kakucho asked as you entered your apartment.

"It was crazy today, someone's files were missing and then the account shareholders came over for a meeting but no one was prepared" you said as you were reaching for your shoes taking them off.

"I'm sorry for your bad day baby, but I am making curry rice which can turn any frown upside down" Kakuchou said as he smiled over at you.

You looked at your husband that dawned a massive grin, that always caused your heart to skip a beat. The smile that caused you to fall in love with him all over again.

You began to slowly walking over to the kitchen where Kakucho was stirring away at the curry he was preparing.

"Smells delicious" you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist, peering your head to side watching as he cooked.

"Oh really" Kakucho asked with a teasing tone.

"Of course it is, you have that secret sauce you put in don't you" you answered biting your lip slightly.

"I'll put some of my secret sauce in yo-" but before Kakucho could finish his sentence a loud cry was heard, from another room, causing the cooking Kaku to let out a snicker.

"Seems like the by product of your secret sauce is awake" you said with a laugh, gently slapping your husband's arm as you walked in the direction that the sound came from.

When you reached the room, you saw your two year old daughter standing in her crib arms already reaching out towards you.

"Hey pretty girl" you said as you reached into the crib taking her out, now holding her in your arms.

"Looks like someone seems hungry" you said as you walked back into the kitchen, about to prepare a bottle of milk to satiate your daughters needs.

Kakucho watched you, even in your tired state still being a caring mother, and a wonderful wife.

After dinner you had gone straight to your room to begin on some work which was due tomorrow, while Kakucho made sure that your daughter was bathed and put to bed. He enjoyed this nightly routine, giving you space to complete what you needed to do while he spent occupied your daughter's last few hours of this day, ensuring that all his attention would be on you afterwards.

"Haruhi out like a light" Kakucho commented as he walked into your shared bedroom, with his sleeves rolled up and hands still slightly damp from Haruhi's bath.

Kakucho watched as your attention was fixed on the laptop, typing away with all the concentration in the world. So, preoccupied by your actions you didn't even feel the dip in the bed as he sat beside you now.

"My wife going to give me some attention?" Kakucho asked as his arms began to snake around your waist.

"In a moment Kaku" you said, keeping your eyes still locked on the laptop screen.

But Kakucho could not wait any longer. His one hand reached for your laptop while the other remained around your waist. With a loud thump he shut your laptop and grabbed the item shifting it to one of the bed side tables. While you remained defenseless in Kakucho's arms.

"I said my wife is going to give me attention" Kakucho said now in a demanding tone. The tone that had your heart beating fast and the wet spot in your panties to grow.

Kakucho took you by your waist gently lifting you to the edge of the bed, till your feet were met with the hard wood floors, while Kakucho still remained seated on the soft sheeted bed.

"Put on a show for me, and maybe I'll give your laptop back" Kakucho said with that same tone.

Your eyes were now glue to Kakucho, taking deep shallow breathes as you watched as he starred at you.

People saw Kakucho has a mild and meek husband, who was willing to stay at home and look after his child wife his wifed work, but no one knew this side of Kakucho. The domineering side, that made you realize just how much control you really had in this household.

"I said put on a show"

And as the words finally came to your ears, you snapped out of your thoughts. Hands going to your jersey slowing lifting it over your head and then going to pull your shorts down, till you now stood in nothing but your underwear.

"Bend over and take your panties off"

Without any hesitation yout turned around so that your ass was now facing Kaucho, slowly you bent forwrad grabbing your pantie slowly pulling the flimsy fabric down, until it sat around your ankles. Leaving your exposed cunt bare, on full display, as strings of slick now decoarted your puffy folds.

You remained bent over, feeling the cool evening air against your bare cunt making it leak out further, the slick now dripping down your thighs and onto the bedroom floor.

So, enraptured by the feeling of your pussy dripping out thta you hadn't felt the hand of your lover reach down between your fold.

"You're soaking, and all I told you to do was bend over and take your pnaties off" Kakaucho said with a snicker, as his finger slid between your puffy pussy lips, gathering slick with each swipe.

"Mind if I take a taste" Kakucho continued saying, feeling as his fingers were soon replaced by the coolness of his breath against your aching core.

Kakucho took a deep lick into your cunt, feeling the way your walls were already wrapping around his wet muscle so easily, your pussy greedy for me. But Kakucho was not about to give into your needs that easily,

Kakucho's tongue licked your pussy back and forth, the wetness of his tongue mixing with your slick causing lewd wet noises to fill the room.

"Kaku please" you begged out.

"My wife needs her husband?" Kakucho asked his lips just barely leaving your pussy.

"Please Kaku. I need you" you moaned out.

And within the next second Kakucho's lips left your hole, now feeling as he stood to his full height while you still remained bent over. feeling as his still covered cock push against your cunt, the once dry fabric becoming wet upon contact with your cunt making your whimper out at the friction.

Kakucho quickly unbuckled his pants pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his errect cock spring free. The beads of pre-cum glistened in the dimly lit lighting, as his cock stood to its full 9-inch size just aching to stuff your tight pussy.

You could feel the fat tip pf Kakucho's cock tease your ring of your puissy hole, making it clench in excitement.

Kakucho began to slowly sink into your pussy, feeling the way your pussy pushed out against his cock as he filled you to the brim. Kakucho remained still in your ever tightening cunt, until he adjusted to it, feeling the way your pussy tried to swallow his cock whole.

Slowly Kakucho began to thrust into you, holding you by the wasit as he fusked you with deep shallow thrusts causing your back to arch in your bent postion.

"Fuck this pussy feel good" Kakucho said as his hips rythimcally smacked against yours, with his balls slappy at your clit making your moan out like a bitch in heat.

Your moans were making Kakucho go feral. Kakucho picked up his pace. Now thrusting in and out of you like a madman.

"Fuck!" Kakucho loudly exclaimed as he continued fucking you.

As much as the current postion of having you bent in mid air with him being your only source of balance was allowing Kakucho to drill his cock deep inside you it wasn't enough. He needed to see your face. The lewd expressions that would leave your face as he dragged his cock in and out of pussy.

With his cock still buried deep inside you, Kakucho pulled your body up. Your back now pressed against his just with his cock still being squeezed by your cunt.

"Shit I need to see your face, when I fuck another baby into you" Kakucho said as he quickly turned you around.

He now faced you, you watched as his hands worked quickly to realign his leaking member to your soaking pussy.

"Shit" Kakucho moaned as his cock sinked back into your warm cunt.

Kakucho didn't hesitate a moment to begin thrusting into you, with his hands quickly coming down to you hips to allow him to drill into your sobbing cunt.

Your pussy was overflowing with so much liquid that it dripped down your thigh and onto the bedroom floor.

The sounds of your pussy being fucked so desperately into was making your mind go blank.

Kakucho lifted your one leg up as he continued to fuck you causing his cock to hit deeper inside of your pussy, making your grip at his biceps at the deepened pleasure.

"Please cum in me" you moaned out, ad you craved to feel his cum being shot out into your womb.

Kakucho words drove Kakucho wild as he began fucking you like an animal in heat. The need and urge to fill you to the brim with hot semen was all he could focus on.

"You gotta cum first before I fill this pussy up" Kakucho said gripping your hips tighter as he fucked up into you.

You threw your head back, feeling the way his shaft was now sliding deeper and deeper inside you, until finally you felt your pussy tighten around his cock. Feeling the way your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his cock as you came.

Kakucho continued to fuck you through your orgasm relishing in the way your walls sucked him in deeper to milk him of his come, until finally his thrusting stopped.

Hot ropes of semen filled your pussy over and over stuffing you full of his cum.

Kakucho felt his balls ache out in relief as he fucked the last of his cum into your puckered hole, letting out a sigh of content once his load was finally shot into you.

Kakucho gently pulled out, watching as your face scrunched with pleasure as his cock slipped out, but before you could complain about the lack of his cock he quickly slipped his fingers inside you.

"Gotta keep you stuffed if we plan to give Haru a friend" Kakucho said as he carefully picked you up with his fingers still inside you.

You pressed your head to his chest feeling the post orgasm sleepiness settle inside you.

"You're so amazing Kaku" you said with heavy eyelids.

"Only the best for you" he said as he gently placed you on the bed.

"The best house husband ever"

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p-antomime · 2 years

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care to elaborate ? 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

ok, ok, let's go in parts, shall we?

❤︎ — Mitsuya !

listen... this man. this man is SO GOOD at taking care of others that he makes any saint or guardian angel jealous, but mitsuya sometimes also forgets to take care of himself and not even on purpose, he just feels better about himself if he lets others feel good about themselves, that being said: mitsuya is the perfect example of husband material, especially because to keep a marriage you need mostly a harmonic synergy between the two parties and mitsuya would be as good at that as he would be good at 1. cooking great and various foods (especially because, remember: he had to take care not only of his younger sisters, but of the hakkai as well to some extent) and 2. giving himself to the maximum for the relationship because he believes that his s/so deserves the best version of him. and still on the topic of food, I believe that mitsuya would be very committed to learn the typical cuisine and cooking of your culture, if you are not a japanese person and/or grew up in a japanese family/community inside or outside the country itself, for him the gesture of learning a little more of your cultural roots is a way to show you that, if possible, he wants to experience all parts of your life with you, including, obviously, your cultural experience.

furthermore, mitsuya would leave several and several AND VARIOUS little notes for you if he woke up before you to go to work as a designer, from little "good morning" notes with a happy face to ones next to the breakfast that he made for you telling you to enjoy the day and that as soon as he got home he would give you a massage on your shoulders and cuddle you 'till you sleep (and mitsuya doesn't make empty promises).

❤︎ — Kakucho !

hmmmm, this man, * chef kiss *. exudes a huge Prince Charming energy that would see you reading something in the forest and fall in love instantly and, speaking of passion, kakucho would act like he was falling in love for the first time every day when he's your husband, which means that every time you woke up he would be at your bedside looking at you with a silly caring smile and pupils almost in the shape of hearts. unlike mitsuya, kakucho is not that good in the kitchen or at showing his love through written things, so he would try to make it clear through little gifts every day or at least every other day, and by gifts I mean: from pictures or videos of kittens and street dogs he finds to his favorite candy from the bakery closest to your house.

also! kakucho has such a good memory! he would know every skincare product you have, every accessory or cosmetic makeup product you like, every favorite character you love in a game, book or movie/series and every time he saw himself alone passing, for example, in front of a store that had some of the things you like, he would buy it to give to you at home (and speaking of skincare, please, if you have a husband!kakucho, do skincare with him, he loves it!)

❤︎ — Chifuyu !

Oh, Mr. Chifuyu Matsuno. this man is a complete blessing, he would want to do absolutely everything for you. cooking? he does it! (not that well, but does) taking care of the house? he does it! tidying up your things and his without a second thought? he does it! bringing a lot of pet into the house? he does it too! Chifuyu as a husband would love to make several projects of weekend outings with you, it would be very difficult to have any Saturday that you spend at home because he is kind of the type that wants to show the world that he is the only guy lucky to have you, so, you better prepare yourself for a Saturday going to the mall, to the restaurant, to the movies, to some amusement park or botanical park, while on Sunday he would want to have a lunch just between you both and then fall into bed to do absolutely nothing with you, probably just gossiping about his job with Kazutora and about how a kitten accidentally scratched Kazutora's nose and he, Chifuyu, bought a band-aid (possibly hello kitty to match the kitten) to put on his nose.

Besides that, Chifuyu would always reserve a good part of his time just to listen to you talking about your days over the weeks, he wants to know absolutely everything, even if your day was as quiet or boring as possible, for him anything that comes out of your mouth is as important as it is interesting, so it would be very common that you would spend your evenings, right after coming home from work, sitting at the kitchen table while he cuts vegetables and makes dinner.

❤︎ — Naoto !

you know the best part about being married to a detective? he may or may not end up letting some information slip out to you, but nothing about morbid or extremely violent cases, just some light, routine case stuff, although most of the time he is involved with solving the Tokyo organized crime web. but you know the worst part about being married to a detective? he would know when you were lying. he would know without a doubt, especially when you had a relapse of insecurity and he would be ready to shower you with compliments and love and affection and "I can buy your favorite chocolate and let you paint my nails, honey"; he's a sweetheart to the core. i think it's also worth mentioning that, because naoto is a serious guy most of the time, it would be hard for him to catch or notice all the jokes you say (and he may or may not have a secret little notebook tucked away in the second drawer of his departmental office containing the most everyday little jokes you make so that he doesn't forget the meaning of them and end up not cutting off your happy and excited and fun energy).

furthermore, naoto would be the kind of husband who would love it if you cooked for him, but this is not a fixed rule nor something he would mostly look for in a s/o because, obviously, he has other priorities and qualities to find in the love of his life. tachibana naoto, in addition, would always be concerned about everything in relation to you, things like: "have you eaten today? did you drink your water as you should? did you hand in your college papers? did you have a good day at work?" would permeate his mind every day, and so it is not uncommon for him to be quite consistent with text messages asking about your day (it's his way of showing that he pays attention to you and wants you well!)

❤︎ — Seishu !

hmmm, this man. this man right here. he doesn't want a job, sorry. nah, I'm kidding. he "wants" a job that lets him stay at home or at least get him out of the house a little (and here comes the bike shop with Kenchin) because 1. it makes him feel closer to you and, if there is an emergency, he doesn't have to drive all the way across town to find you and 2. damn, he wants to be a malewife, let him be a malewife, he wants his malewife rights — which means that, yes, inui would learn to cook properly just so that there would be good food when you get home from work and that he would also take care of the house EVERYWHERE, without exception, and that he would be all dressed up when you arrived even if 3 minutes ago his hands were all dirty with gravel and soot.

furthermore, inui would have a hard time showing his own feelings with words (so, please, every time he says "I love you, baby", you better keep this event and moment deep in your memory because he is already an extremely quiet man by nature), so the easiest way for him to show this to you would be through quality time, he would be a clingy husband! but not to the point of making you suffocate, he knows your limits better than anyone.consistent with text messages asking about your day (it's his way of showing that he pays attention to you and wants you well!)

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sweet-seishu · 1 year

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marry me

rindou haitani × fem! reader x kakucho hitto (brief mention)

warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol, bad writing, and editing.

a/n: @softbajis said i should write rin, so I wrote rin. If you listen to marry me by thomas rhett, you'll get the full experience (it's a country song, but don't judge me. i grew up listening to it, okay?)

network: @tokyometronetwork

She wants to get married

She wants it perfect…

Rindou remembered it as clear as day.

"What kind of wedding do you want?" He asked out of the blue.

"That's a random question." You chuckled. "But I'll tell you anyway."

He remembered the smile on your face when you talked about the wedding you wanted. He remembered it down to the last detail. The flowers you wanted, the colors scheme, the fact that you wanted it smaller since you didn't want your parents to spend too much money. He thought about it since you told him about it.

You had it all planned to the very last detail, and he pictured it so clearly in his head. You walking towards him in a white gown as he held his tears back the best he could, your dad shaking his hand as he gave his daughter away, the smile on your face when you told him "I do."

But that was just a dream of his.

I remember the night when

I almost kissed her…

It wasn't long after you two had graduated, finally moving on into the world as adults.

You were both at his place, watching movies in his room like you two always did, yet never paying attention as you both got lost in conversation.

Rindou loved how easy it was to be with you. Your presence was calming to him, a breath of fresh air from the harsh world he was in.

He realized he was in love with you in the 9th grade, his feelings finally settling in when you were telling him about something that happened in a class. Maybe it was the way your hair blew in the wind as you both ate your lunch on the rooftop, or the way you smiled at him when you told him about the test you aced and you wiped a crumb off of his cheek, but he knew, and those feelings hit him like a freight train.

Now here you both were, eighteen years old and having those same old conversations you always did about anything and everything.

"Rin!" You snapped your fingers in his face, pulling him from his small trance as his purple eyes met yours, his breath hitching when he saw how close your face was to his own.

"Sorry pretty, zoned out." He said nervously, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. You only shook your head with a chuckle, once again wiping some crumbs off his cheek from the chips you were sharing.

"You never change, huh?" You asked softly, moving the hair from his face after successfully wiping the crumbs, your face even closer as Rindou's heartbeat picked up its pace. He leaned in closer, his eyes flickering to your lips, he wanted so badly to let his lips meet yours; those lips that always looked so soft, and he knew they would taste like that strawberry lip gloss you loved so much.

But he couldn't do it. You had been friends for way too long, and he didn't want to jeopardize the relationship you had by acting out on his own feelings.

Instead he pulled away, clearing his throat as he turned back to watch the movie, not noticing the disappointment on your face.

And I always wondered,

If she felt the same way…

It was easy to fall in love with Rindou. How could you not? The way he always stuck up for you, protected you, the way he treated you as if you were a princess.

You really did fall for the younger haitani, but you knew your feelings were one sided. You never let it bother you, having him as a friend was better than nothing.

But you'd be lying if you said your heart didn't yearn for more. You wondered what it would be like to be his, sharing soft touches, passionate moments, just being able to kiss him wherever and whenever you wanted.

Your mind always wandered when you were with him, wondering what it would be like if you just told him your feelings, but you couldn't ruin what you two already had. As long as you somehow had him in your life, you'd be okay, even if your heart wanted him differently.

When I got the invite

I knew it was too late…

It was his own fault, he supposed.

He was the one who brought you to headquarters, he was the one who introduced you to everyone, and he was the one who entrusted Kakucho to keep you company while he went into a quick meeting with Mikey and Sanzu.

He just didn't think you two would get along as well as you did, but at the same time he wasn't surprised. Everyone who met you adored you, your presence such a light in the dark world he lived in.

So it was no wonder that Kakucho was able to sweep you off your feet, his own personality being a near perfect match to your own. Rindou remembered when Kakucho asked if it was okay to ask you on a date. His heart sank, his head screamed no, but he said yes anyway.

From there, Rindou watched it progress, remembering the day you came to him, telling him about how Kakucho told you he loved you the first time, that you were the happiest you've been. His heart sank knowing he missed his chance, but it was completely destroyed when you showed up to his place, tears running down your face as you couldn't find your words.

His first instinct was that Kakucho had hurt you, and he'd be damned if he'd let him get away with that; but when you held up your left hand, a diamond weighing down on your finger, he didn't know what to say. Instead he gave you a fake smile, congratulating you, even though he suddenly felt hollow. He had lost you, and it was his own fault for not owning up to his feelings.

Now he had to give you and your heart away, not even knowing what it was like to have it in the first place.

Bet she got on her dress now, welcomin' the guests now

I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now

But I ain't gonna mess it up, so I'll wish her the best now

"You gonna be okay?" Ran asked. Rindou only shrugged, fixing his tie.

"It's whatever now." He told his older brother, taking a swig from the flask he carried, making Ran frown. "I'm going to find her for a minute."

It didn't take long for Rindou to find you, his breath hitching when he saw you in your dress. You were as beautiful as he imagined you to be, your smile bright as you looked over to him.

"Rin!" You walked over to him, throwing your arms around him. "What are you doing here?"

God he wanted to spill it. The word vomit made his stomach turn as he tried to find the words to say. "Y-you look amazing." He said breathlessly, making you smile.

"Thank you, I feel weird though." You chuckled. "Never was one for dresses."

No you weren't, and Rin knew that. "Are you- you're happy right?" The question came out too quickly, his eyes widening at what he had said.

"Of course I am, why do you ask?" You told him, your own heart beating faster. What was he getting at?

Of course you were happy, Kakucho was one of the most loyal men that Rindou knew, and he'd put everyone before him in any situation. He knew you'd be taken care of, but it was so hard for him to not be selfish and take you away.

He could spill it all right now.

"Y/n, I need to tell you-" He paused, looking into your eyes as you waited for his words, the feeling of defeat washing over him. "I just- just wanted to be sure, you know how important your happiness is to me pretty."

"I know Rin, thank you." You smiled. He opened his mouth to continue before your dad interrupted, telling you it was time. You gave Rin a smile and kiss on the cheek, almost like a goodbye, which hurt the younger Haitani more than he could admit.

So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hidin' out in the back

Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without cryin' so nobody sees

Yeah, she gonna get married...

Rin held it together, the whiskey helping as he downed it before taking his seat. Ran shot him a look, clearly smelling the alcohol on his little brother as they sat through the ceremony.

Rindou was numb by the end of it, each word of your vows making his heart crack; but when you said "I do", his heart shattered, leaving nothing but a void as he watched you kiss your newly pronounced husband.

He wanted to be happy for you, he really did, and he tried his best to plaster a smile on his face as he congratulated you both, but it was just empty words leaving his lips.

He couldn't go to the reception, it hurt him too much to be there, so he asked Ran to make an excuse, his older brother watching as he left.

Rindou couldn't help but laugh as he walked. It was bitter, more laughing at himself for being so stupid. He should have told you how he felt, you could have been his, but instead you were now married to his colleague, his superior and you had no idea that you still held Rindou's heart in your hands.

He didn't even realize that he had tears running down his face.

He felt pathetic.

He'd never know what it would be like to have you, to kiss you, to hold you as his lover and not just a friend.

So as he sat at home, drinking his sorrows away, he could only curse himself for not manning up years ago.

You were married now, your relationship with him wouldn't be the same, and he blamed no one but himself.

But she ain't gonna marry me…

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kakuchari · 21 days

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chapter 1: cave in

❝ i'll tie my handlebars to the stars so i stay on track, and if my intentions stray, I'll wrench them away...then I'll take my leave, and I won't even look back. ❞

word count: 3,188 content: no reader mention, mention of character death, alcohol and drug usage, grief, seeing ghosts, mentions of blood & gore a/n: here is chapter one! this is a lot of lore building and setting the stage for reader to appear next chapter — you'll see them very soon, don't worry! i didn't intend for izana to appear in this chapter or in this fic in general, but given how owl city focuses a lot on schizophrenia and mental health and all that jazz, i figured having him around as a guiding compass for kaku would be really sweet <3 tags: @suyacho @qichun @kenpachisbrat @highpri3stess @fengxun @benkeibear @bleach-your-panties @enchantedforest-network @thehoneypotserver

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Kakucho is bored.

Well, "bored" may not be the best way to describe his feelings. What do you call the sense that nothing matters to you anymore? The numbness that sinks in after you've lost the one thing that made it all worth it? Whatever that is, Kakucho feels it deep inside of his bones as he wanders into the warehouse after Koko to inspect the latest shipment from one of their overseas partners.

Koko is much more suited to this lifestyle, although he's not the only one under crippling stress, much that he's placed on himself. He's dyed his hair white, and Kakucho can't help but laugh at recalling how close it is to Inui's shocking blonde hair. They'd match, oddly enough. He didn't seem to react the same way after everything shook out, but something definitely changed—warped—in him since Inui deserted him. The details behind that separation are kept behind tight lips, but Kakucho can read a room. It wasn't good.

A sigh from Koko forces him to return to the present instead of meandering on that thought stream. "This all looks good," he says simply to the worker as he tucks a clipboard underneath his arm. The worker says nothing, responding with a short nod before making the preparations to move the stacks of drugs onto another palette. Koko moves back outside, Kakucho following him quietly behind as they pause on the dock, staring across the ocean.

It's pretty today.

The breeze is full of summer warmth, the sun sparkling on the ocean's deep blue waves lapping at the shore deep below their feet. He could stay out here forever if he wanted to, his eyes sliding shut as he basks in the sunshine. Koko says nothing, simply allowing him time to soak up the sun; he knows they both need it, having been inside dealing with the Haitanis and Sanzu's shitshow relationship with Takeomi. It had been horrible lately; the boys were getting stir-crazy, and Koko had to wrangle them.

The man in question lights up a cigarette, offering a drag to Kakucho with thin fingers, painted nails flashing in his vision as he takes it, allowing the nicotine to smoothen his mind for just a moment.

"Izana would have loved this."

Kakucho's head snaps around to look at Koko. He's staring at the ocean, unblinking, his eyes narrowed. The cigarette is back in his hand, but it rests at his side, untouched, barring Kakucho's usage. There are no remnants of sadness on his face, but rather a steeled resolve etching itself into the stress wrinkles beginning to show on his skin. He doesn't sound like he's going to elaborate, and Kakucho doesn't know what forces him to say it, but he doesn't have the heart to stop himself after he hums in agreement.

"Inui would, too."

He's met with a scoff, a flash of hurt echoing across Koko's face before it's gone, the blank, analytical facial expression taking its place so fast that it's as if Kakucho imagined it. He places the cigarette in Kakucho's hands before turning on his heel, strutting back to the car, throwing over his shoulder that Kakucho doesn't have to accompany him back. "Take this spare time when you can get it," he says before sliding into the car and disappearing on silent tires. He's still not sure why he lit the damn thing in the first place, but he takes another rip; something tells him that he looked as if he needed it, not Koko.

Now, it's just Kakucho, the sun, and the sea.

With a visitor. A typical visitor these days.

He can see him. He can see Izana sitting on the pier, swinging his legs in front of him. His old Tenjiku jacket is stained blood red, mixing with the lighter red of the cloth in a horrific display of gore. The gunshot wound is still there, a massive hole in his chest, though no more blood will spill from it. Nothing else about him has changed; his silver hair still brushes against his chin as he moves his head, the earring that Kakucho now has tattooed on himself as a remembrance tinkling in the wind, the only reminder that he's here in front of him. Izana leans back on his hands, looking up at Kakucho with those beautiful lavender eyes, and Kakucho feels his own going glassy.

Now, now, he hears Izana's voice speak so clearly in his mind, as if he's here with him; there's no need for tears, alright, Kaku? Sit with me.

He abides by his ghost's wishes, taking a seat with a huff on the pier's edge. He doesn't reach for Izana's hand. It won't connect; he's tried it before. Instead, he simply sits with the apparition of his friend, smoking the rest of the cigarette, the breeze shifting through the trees, the waves hitting the shore so gently. It's like a painting right before him, one he can simply reach out and touch whenever he wants.

Are you happy, Kaku?

He scoffs again, ignoring Izana's stare into his soul. He knows he's looking at him, and he can tell without checking the expression on his face. There was this face Izana would make whenever Kakucho lied to him; white lies, big lies, whatever it was, he'd know. He chalked it up to being able to read people well, but Kakucho knew better; Izana was paranoid. Paranoid that Kakucho would leave him, that he'd be alone again even after all those nights spent together with Kakucho whispering to him that he would never think about doing that to him. He'd never.

He immediately jokes that it seems like Izana is okay with abandoning him. It stings.

"I s'pose," he says shortly, watching the cigarette smoke curl into the sky. It's a pale white, almost see-through. The nicotine continues to settle into his bloodstream as he looks back down at the ocean waves lapping at the shore. Happy. What an elusive word in a business that is so violent, full of bloodshed and rage and anger. How can he truly be happy when the one thing that did make him happy is no longer here? How does that work?

You're not. You're lying, Kaku. I can tell when you're—

"Yeah, yeah," he groans, rolling his eyes and finally turning to look at Izana, "I know."

Izana's laugh sounds like wind chimes, the type that mothers hang outside of their kitchen windows that ring and sing whenever the breeze hits them. She'll lightly tap them when it's time to come home, to settle into the kitchen, and have whatever food is on the docket for that evening. Something that Kakucho has only read about but never truly experienced; the love of a mother, or parents for that matter. A family. At least Izana had a parent as absent and unforgiving as she was.

They sit silently for a while after that, Izana kicking his feet off the pier and Kakucho finishing his cigarette as he presses it against the wet pier, successfully dousing it.

What will you do?

The question takes Kakucho by surprise. "What?" he croaks, and Izana's lips crack into a smile.

What will you do about making yourself happy again?

"Dunno. How'm I supposed to be happy when you're not here?"

Izana's face shifts into a frown.

You have Koko, and the Haitanis, and—

"They're not you!"

His voice sounds like thunder as he snarls, cutting Izana's sentence off. The rage goes as quickly as it comes, the blood in his veins cooling as he realizes how irritable he's been lately. Ever since the wake for Izana, he's not felt the same since then. He's not felt happy since then. What was there to be happy about when the one thing that kept him going suddenly disappeared? Fucking Kisaki—

He doesn't realize his fists are balled up in his lap until Izana's ghostly touch brushes against his skin. It's the first time Izana has properly touched him and the first time it's actually worked. This whole haunting thing is still new to Kakucho, but he doesn't mind it; how could he? He's got a chance to remember his best friend; why would he question something like that?

Izana's smile is warm, like a blazing fire compared to how cold he feels.

You should go back to where I'm from. It should do something for you.

"The Philippines?"

Yes. Maybe you'll find someone who can help you. Some time away could do you some good.

He had been working a lot lately. He deserved some time off, even though every single one of his paid time off requests had been denied by Koko because he's "the only one I can trust" for some reason. Although, between the choice of him, Mochi, and the Haitanis and Sanzu, he can imagine why Koko thinks that. He's undoubtedly the most reliable, although not as craft as the Haitanis and certainly not as batshit as Sanzu. Not to mention, Takeomi isn't one for dirty work; he prefers to sit on his throne and watch everything play out in front of him. He's more like Taiju Shiba than he lets on.

However, at least Taiju donned his jacket and fought when needed.

He thinks about it some more. "What do I say to Koko?"

Do you really have to say anything?

His eyes go wide. "You mean…go AWOL?"

Why not? It's time they realized they're using you, Kaku. You're not happy, I can tell.

He nods to himself. "I'll think about it."

Izana's smile is so large it could rival the sun's rays. Good.

The club is so sweaty and hot that Kakucho feels like he's melting.

Even in the VIP section above the music, the heat is unreal. Something about heat rising floats through his brain as he leans back, some sweet thing on his hip with cotton candy lip gloss pressing against his cheek. She's clad in almost no clothing, and he doesn't know her name, only that she fancies him. He needed someone to get his mind off his heavy talk with Izana.

AWOL. He could, he really could just leave. He doesn't have a last name; he could find a new one. The wedge might force Bonten to collapse; he thinks about Sanzu attempting to take over his position of watching over Koko, and Koko's face alone causes him to chuckle. The girl asks him what's so funny, but he shakes his head and waves her off. She shrugs and continues her movements, although clearly frustrated with no returns on her advancements.

A slender hand reaches for her cheek, tugging her in another direction, and Kakucho's gaze follows her to where she lands, right in Ran Haitani's lap.

He grins at Kakucho as the pretty thing slides onto him, his large hands resting on her waist. She's pretty stunning, he'll admit that; definitely more Ran's type with the bubblegum aura she has coming off of her. Her gaze is needy, doe eyes staring up at Ran as his own slide closed, leaning back against the couch as she does her handiwork.

A clap on his shoulder forces Kakucho to turn to the side and meet Rindou's purple gaze.

Rindou's eyes are not the same as Izana's, he's noticed. While Izana's were cold, steeled, and unwavering, Rindou's were more…smooth. Sensual. He was ready to con any moron who walked into the club out of a few thousand dollars and their dignity if he really wanted to make the guy squirm. He makes a good pair with Ran, who's just a different flavor of grimy; sure, he may not cheat once he finds a girl, but the problem lies in the question being asked.

He's drinking something tropical with an umbrella stuck in it.

"Kaku-chan," he slurs, and the signifier automatically has Kakucho's lip curling. "Kaku-chan? Jesus, Rindou, how much have you had?" he says gruffly, but the purple-haired man only laughs, rolling his eyes. "Who cares, man," he says, a little more coherent, "ya look bummed the fuck out. What's goin' on in that brain of yours up there?"

It's not like Rindou to get so personal, but his resolve begins to slip once he's had a few. Kakucho's seen it happen before, and it happened just like this. He knows his honeyed words aren't going to help his mood—

"Ya look like ya need a vacation, man."

The sentence has Kakucho floored. How the fuck did he know that? He thinks as he stares at Rindou, who has now realized his words are landing coherently, and a massive, drunken smile pulls at his lips. The dimples on his cheeks are small but present as he does so; Kakucho resists the urge to reach out and poke them, one by one. His face is a soft red, covered in blush from the drinks and the cocaine that's been laid out in front of them.

"I do?" he asks, not knowing what to say beyond questioning him. Rindou nods, taking another massive swig of his drink before placing it on the table and looking back up at him. "Yeah, y'do," he nods solemnly, "and frankly, y'deserve it. You've done a lot f'us, y'know? Always helpin' Koko out, makin' sure we don't do any stupid shit—"

"Yeah, well, you end up doing it anyway, so I must be doing a shit job." His tone is firm, but he can't help chuckling at Rindou's sentiments. They might be empty, but they're something.

Rindou's laugh is high-pitched and nasally as he slaps his thigh. "Ha! Well, y'do ya best, I'll say that much," he says, nodding as if he's made a great joke.

There's some silence between them, the music taking the place of the lack of words before Rindou looks at him. It's with a different expression, and his eyes seem much clearer, almost like the drugs are wearing off…or kicking in. Kakucho can barely tell the difference anymore. However, there's something knowing in his eyes, chilling Kakucho's blood. The heat around him feels nonexistent under Rindou's gaze; it's like he's caught in a predator's web as if he's seeing if Kakucho would dip like that.

"You know," he says slowly, his hand clapping on Kakucho's shoulder a little too firmly, "if ya ever did just fuck off to who knows where, I won't tell anyone. Scout's honor or whatever the fuck people say."

"I'm not planning on going anywhere."

"Yes, y'are. Can see it in ya face."

Kakucho blinks. "Fuck off, Rindou," he growls, but Rindou shakes his head.

"I'm bein' f'real, Kakucho. Don't think anyone was as fucked up as you were after Izana. You were his best friend, man; I get it if ya feel like ya have to escape—"

Kakucho's voice is ice as he gently lifts Rindou's hand from his shoulder, placing it back onto his lap. "Don't you dare speak his name," he says, his tone so terrifying that Rindou's eyes widen as he begins to stand, "and don't you dare tell me that you get it. You don't. You love this life. You love the attention, the drugs, the fucking women, you love it all. I don't. I'm not made for this shit. It's obvious—"

Rindou's hand grabbing his pants leg has him pause, and his response has him turning around again.

"So leave."

"What?" It comes out as a hiss.

"Leave. Go. Go tonight, man. Just fuck off. If ya don't like it, don't stay. You're a grown fuckin' man, aren't ya?"

"Fuck off, Rindou."

And with that, Kakucho grabs his coat and stalks out into the cold night air. It hits him as soon as he steps foot outside of the club, one of the doormen running up to him and asking if he needs a ride. He shakes his head. It'll do him some good to walk alone as he begins to wander down the street. He's sober, having not touched alcohol since Izana's death (he'd had a long battle with alcohol after that, to the point where he'd be betraying Izana himself if he put a bottle to his lips again). He almost wished he wasn't as he pulls his coat tighter around him.

He can see Izana next to him, so much shorter than him but somehow keeping pace.

Rindou means well, you know.

"Yeah, he sure fuckin' sucks at showing it," he groans, curling over himself to light up a cigarette. Izana doesn't comment on it, but Kakucho can see in his eyes that there's a fleeting sadness there. Sadness that Kakucho has kept up such a toxic habit.

You shouldn't smoke those.

"Oh yeah, and go back to the bottle? You've seen me on that. Trust me, this is better."

Izana shrugs. I guess.

There's quiet after that as Kakucho wanders. The street gives way to fewer streetlights, the stars above him sparkling and taking his breath away as he looks up. He sees Izana looking up at him, a grin tugging at his lips. They're so pretty tonight, aren't they? He says, and Kakucho nods, taking a seat on a nearby bench to take a load off. He takes a drag from the cigarette, leaning back against the bench. Izana settles next to him. It's not that he has to since he's dead and his legs don't tire out, but it's a nice gesture.

Rindou wanted you to leave.

"Was that you? Putting thoughts in his head?"

No. I can only be seen by you. You know this.

Kakucho sighs. "Yeah, it'd be cool if that wasn't the case, but thanks for making me feel special."

Kakucho.

His name is said in such a firm tone that he can't help but look at Izana dead in the face.

You have to go. You know you do. Even Rindou noticed.

The weight of what he's saying sinks heavily onto Kakucho's shoulders as he leans forward, his forearms on his knees as he clasps his hands together in front of him, the cigarette being held between his lips. He already has a destination; it's clear everyone else around him thinks he deserves one, and Rindou won't even remember what he's said tomorrow morning once the drugs have worn off. This is his chance; this might be the only chance he gets to leave.

There's a song somewhere playing faintly, and the lyrics are the final cherry on top.

Please take a long, hard look through your textbook 'Cause I'm history When I strap my helmet on, I'll be long gone Cause I've been dying to leave Yeah, I'll ride the range and hide all my loose change In my bedroom 'Cause riding a dirt bike down a turnpike Always takes its toll on me

"Alright, fine," he huffs, and Izana's eyes light up next to him. Really?

"Yes, you insufferable idiot." Insufferable? You love me. "Yeah, yeah."

The universe is pelting him with messages, nods, and winks. He can see fate standing before him, her hand outstretched. She smiles expectantly, her eyes twinkling as his rough hand takes it.

See what happens.

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oliwbie · 1 year

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Can someone help me. I've read a great book on wattpad like a year ago. The title was summertide but i can't find this anymore, it was inui seishu x reader. The plot is that reader ran away from orphanage(reader was friends with izana and kaku) and then met inupi and koko. There was also a second book wintertide reader x kakucho. I can't find her either. Sorry about my bad english.

#tokyo rev #tokrev inui #inui seishu #inui x y/n #kakucho hitto #hitto kakucho x reader #kakucho x reader #inui x reader

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b0nten · 4 months

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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

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