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lambtail-tales · 10 months

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!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Ichiro Yamada x F!reader (Hypnosis Microphone)

Wordcount: 2510

Paragraphs: 52

I dug this up from the depths of my laptop and did some hardcore editing to it. I wrote this thing like 5 years ago actually so it really needed the fixing up. Not beta'd again, sorry >> Also, surprise, I'm HypMic trash too <3

Warning for sexually explicit 18+ material!

This drabble features light bondage and femdom as a heads up. Maybe orgasm denial if you squint?

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He was so cute, squirming under you like this. And you had barely even done anything yet. You got a little laugh out of it. “Ichiro,” You crooned. “You’re so adorable…” You sang softly, admiring the deep shade of red his face had become.

You felt quite proud of yourself, sat atop the man’s waist, straddling his hips. Now that his hands had been bound to the headboard, he had turned his head into the pillow, and he wouldn’t look at you.

You leaned forward, now chest-to-chest with the odd-eyed man. “You have nothing to be shy about…I’ll make you feel really good.” You whispered lasciviously, taking extra care in the soft kiss you pressed to his ear. You would swear you had just heard him whimper.

You sat up straight and began rocking your hips back and forth. You felt his half-hard member stiffen under your slick heat. You took great pleasure in seeing him screw his beautiful eyes shut and watching his chest begin heaving. “Mmm, you like this, don’t you? How dirty…” You purred, staring him down with a glint in your eye. “And that face you’re making!” You chuckled. “So sweet.”

Ichiro opened his mouth to retort, and you decided that grinding your hips a little harder would remind him who was in charge. He groaned, and you eased up just a little.

“I hope you weren’t about to talk back to me…or perhaps, you want more?” You taunted him, leaning in to bring your face close to his again.

Ichiro opened his eyes but kept them averted. You grabbed his chin, holding it firmly between your thumb and index finger. “You know, you should look people in the eye when they’re speaking to you.” He was now forced to meet your half-lidded gaze. “If you want something, all you need to do is ask for it,” With a wicked grin, you looked the man over, dragging one finger slowly over his chest in circles. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me. I can’t read your mind, Ichiro.”

He muttered something under his breath that you chose to ignore in favor of dipping your head and latching onto the nape of his neck–kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin, reveling in the knowledge that you would be leaving your mark all over him. You made your way to his throat, and you could feel his quickening pulse beneath your lips.

“I could untie you, y’know? I know you want to touch me.” You spoke against his collarbone in soft, licentious tones. “But, only if you ask.” You reminded him. Ichiro glowered just a bit, and you wanted to laugh again. You had wondered if at any point he was starting to reconsider agreeing to this, but he knew what to say if he wanted to back out, and he hadn’t uttered anything close to it. Who would have thought Yamada Ichiro would be this submissive?

“So untie me.” He snipped, and you raised an eyebrow, making a small, pensive sound, though there was nothing that needed thinking about. His brief look of desperation pleased you. But unfortunately for him, that was far from a question.

You thrust your hips against him once more, and he moaned, jerking his own hips just slightly, and you smirked.

“I said you need to ask.” You batted your lashes with unabashed innocence. “Should I make you beg for it instead, since you don’t know how to listen?” He stayed quiet, and you licked your lips. “But then again, I’m getting a bit impatient…” You complained, and you felt his cock twitch. “Looks like you are, too, Ichiro.” You raised one hand and tenderly pushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face for him. “Ah, what to do, what to do…” You tutted, rolling your hips again at an agonizingly slow pace.

The more worked up he got, the more you enjoyed this. Was it cruel? Perhaps. But there would be time for an apology later. For now, you planned to thoroughly enjoy yourself, and take advantage of how vulnerable the man beneath you currently was.

You watched him struggle against his restraints, and an amused hum escaped your lips. “I made sure to make them very tight. Now, Ichiro, what do you want?” You reached between your legs, taking hold of his erection. He grunted as you began massaging circles around his head, occasionally brushing your thumb over the slit as precum beaded at the tip. You felt him begin writhing again, and you laughed. “Cute!” You murmured.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” Ichiro complained, and you just loved how obvious it was that you were driving him crazy. “Quit screwing around!” He barked, though it sounded more like he was pleading with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and chuckled. “Oh, I don’t need to ask at all,” you said nonchalantly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You spoke in a hushed, seductive tone. “It's so much fun to watch you squirm, and you make the sweetest expressions when you’re needy.” You added, words dripping with carnality, yet still saccharine like honey. “So,” You paused to bring your hand to your lips and lick his taste from your fingertips. “tell me.” You susurrated, and his reaction elicited a muffled laugh from behind your hand.

Ichiro’s face hadn’t yet been this flushed all afternoon, and you had been toying with him like this for quite some time; his embarrassment made you even more eager. He made a noise of frustration and averted his gaze, but you could still see that his shame had crept all the way to the tips of his ears as they grew rosy, much like his cheeks.

“Just hurry and fuck me already.” He growled. “Please.” He added, and his obedience was nothing short of delightful.

“Good boy,” You leaned forward as you lifted your hips up. “that’s what I like to hear.”

You once more reached for his throbbing member and lined it up with your entrance. You were more than ready for it—you were practically aching to feel the dark-haired man inside you, but you wouldn’t tell him, because he was supposed to be the one begging you for release.

Sinking onto his cock, you leaned back and watched him ball his hands up over his head, and his hips slammed up into you almost instinctively, and you were shameless about the mewling sound that slipped past your lips

“Mmm, not so fast, Ichiro,” you scolded. “Don’t get greedy.” Placing your hands against his abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly, working yourself into a rhythm. You bit your lip, wanting more already–so, so badly. “Slow,” You whispered. “go slow.” You repeated, and he obliged.

You threw your head back, feeling yourself being taken over by pleasure as heat spread from your core to your chest, then to the very tips of your fingers. How quickly would you fall apart if he had his hands on you, you wondered? But just for a moment.

Without warning, Ichiro picked up his pace, and as much as you wanted to keep bossing him around, it felt too good to stop now. You whined, surely giving way to how desperate you actually were, and you were quite sure in your hazy line of sight, you saw Ichiro smirk triumphantly. You wouldn’t let him win that easily.

“Is that…the best you can do?” You growled between suppressed moans. “I would have thought a former Dirty Dawg would be a bit more impressive.” You leaned forward, so your noses were close to touching. “Do me harder.” You demanded in a husky whisper, grinning at him provocatively.

The glint in his mismatched eyes told him that he was all too ready and willing to do just that. You braced yourself, and he began to rut into you more fervently than before. More moans began to rise from your throat, and to silence them, you smashed your mouth against his, and he invited it by kissing back fiercely, twining his tongue around yours. You had no desire to hold back any longer; you let yourself be overcome by your shameless desire, and it only got better. Breaking your kiss, you watched the thin trail of saliva between your mouths before you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip. Sure, you looked messy, but that was all just part of the fun, wasn’t it?

“Mmnnn, Ichiro, are you close?” The closest thing you got to an answer was a single thrust, more intense than he had been just a moment ago. “Haah,” Your voice echoed around the room, above the sound of skin against skin. “d-don’t just think you can cum whenever you want to.” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, noticing that some had stuck to your face thanks to the sweat you had worked up. “You finish when I say you can.”

Ichiro grunted between thrusts, and you knew that had aggravated him, because he was practically scowling at you. He never liked to be ordered around, and you knew it, which just made all of his reactions that much more satisfying, on top of him actually obeying you. Your giggle melted into a wanton sigh, and you arched your back, feeling the bed give out just a little as you rode him harder and faster.

The room was filled with gasps and soft whimpers, and the occasional name on a euphoric breath. You both wanted release, but you were stubborn enough that you wouldn't give it to him just yet. You liked driving him wild like this, and you would make use of your control over the man by teasing him as much as you could for as long as you could hold out, if you could hold out.

“If you can’t handle it anymore, all you have to do is say so…” You reached out to caress his cheek. “Just a few simple words, and you can have what you want…” You panted.

It was quite endearing, the way Ichiro was putting on a tough front, but you knew he couldn’t keep going much longer, and really, you weren’t in much better shape, determined as you were to outlast him. He had slowed down just a bit, and you wondered if he was running out of steam. “Well?” You cooed.

His face was crimson, and it was positively captivating. “D-don’t make me say it out loud.” He groused, and he was met with silence. His exasperated whine was music to your ears. “Let me cum,” He hissed. He was impatient–more so than you had ever seen him, and you adored it. “please.” he finally begged, squeezing his eyes shut.

You definitely wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often, you thought to yourself. You had turned the tables on Ichiro for once, and now you had him completely wrapped around your little finger.

“What a good boy, using your manners.” You were craving release, so that was certainly good enough for you. “Go on then, Ichiro,” You purred. “give it to me.”

As if on command, rather than with your permission, he came inside of you.

You reached your own climax as he spilled into you, swearing loudly and moaning his name as orgasm shook your body. Riding wave after wave of pleasure, everything around you seemed softer—fuzzy, even. You slowly eased yourself off of him and settled carefully against his hips, hands at his waist. As the two of you panted heavily, catching your breath in the afterglow, you hovered over him and took his face in your hands, peppering sweet kisses across his face; his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose–anywhere you could reach.

“I’ll untie you now, okay?” Ichiro just nodded, perhaps still unable to properly articulate coherent words, perhaps just content to bask in blissful silence for a bit longer.

You reached above him, making sure to take extra care when undoing the knot around his wrists. “There.” You soothed when you finally got it loose, and you couldn’t help but feel bad, watching him rub at the angry red marks that had been impressed into his wrists as you tossed the rope away. “Does it hurt?” You frowned.

“No,” Ichiro muttered. “but damn, that sucked!” He complained, and he was pouting.

You tilted your head. “Oh?” You took one of his arms and pulled it towards you. “Sorry…anything I can do for you?” You asked timidly, pressing your lips to one particularly deep mark on his skin.

Ichiro watched you, eyes shifting from your mouth to your eyes after a moment. “Let me touch you next time.” His words came softly, and you felt one curled finger graze your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, thrilled by the promise of a next time.

Your airy laughter echoed around the dim room. “Is that all?” You murmured, turning his hand over to kiss his knuckles. “I suppose I could let you have your way next time.” You teased

Ichiro rolled his eyes, but he did nothing to hide his smile. “What a handful.” He combed his fingers through your hair, and you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Ehh? Me?” You craned your neck to place one more kiss up against his jawline. “That isn’t a very nice thing to say.” Even so, your crooked grin was one of adoration.

You laid against him, head to his chest, and you could hear his rapid pulse slowing down little by little as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. After a quiet moment in which you had settled down comfortably, you found your voice again.

“I really love you, y’know…” You closed your eyes, thinking it both strange and wonderful that your bodies fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t think you could ever love anyone more than you loved Ichiro.

You felt his breath catch for just a moment, and he kissed your temple. “Mmm, I love you, too.” He murmured. “But next time I won't go easy on you.” He joked.

You giggled, giving him one more kiss, featherlight on his lips. “Of course, Ichiro.” You humored the man, patting his cheek before standing on weak legs.

He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you, just waiting for your knees to buckle. “And where are you going?” He objected.

“As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I need a shower before your brothers get back from school.” You said nothing of the mess dripping down your thighs–he had noticed. You could tell by the sheepish look on his face. “And so do you.” You added while you turned away to head to the washroom. “You’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” You called behind you before breezing down the hall stark naked.

You could hear him laugh, and in no time he was padding along right behind you, catching you around the waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, eliciting a startled squeal from you, that only lasted for a second, quickly dissolving into contented laughter as you returned the gesture in kind, kissing his cheek once more.

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seangelfish · 1 month

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Is this the request spot? If yes I'd like to request an nsfw-fluff hc of how Ichiro, Kuko, and Jakurai would please their partner in bed (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I hope you don't mind it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

This is actually my first time requesting so I'm kinda nervous ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

A/N: Anon, I'm so sorry for the wait! I hope you're still around to read this! ;-; Thank you for requesting! I hope everyone enjoys!! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ♡

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Kuko Harai, Jakurai Jinguji

♡ Tags: NSFW headcanons, established relationships (separate), romance, gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

♡ Word count: 186 (Ichiro), 191 (Kuko), 193 Jakurai

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW below the cut. Please proceed with caution.

ICHIRO YAMADA

Ichiro is the definition of basic, but he is willing to try out new things if that's what his partner wants. He might end up liking these new positions.

But to please you, Ichiro likes missionary more than anything else. He likes seeing you squirm below him as you beg him for more. You look so pretty, the faces you make turn him on even more. Plus, he's able to kiss you like this, and whisper praises in your ear. It's just so intimate that he wants sex with you to be like.

He also enjoys it when you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs locking him closer to you as he thrusts even deeper inside. He knows he's doing a good job when you start pulling his hair too, leaving bright red scratches on his back.

Other times, he may just eat you out. He likes being praised too! So, when he goes down between your legs, he likes it when you grip his hair, moaning sweet nothings to him as you arch your back to feel his tongue deeper inside you.

KUKO HARAI

Kuko is open to many things as long as it feels good, so let him experiment! Like Ichiro, he is willing to do whatever his partner wants, but he does have his limits so don't go asking him for things he definitely won't like!

The main positions he puts you in are probably doggy or flatiron. He loves the sound of his pelvis smacking your ass and your cries for him to go slower. This is also the perfect position to have you pinned down as his cock pounds you repeatedly.

On top of that, he loves painting his cum on your back. To him, it's like a reward, to see your usual clean self so messed up, your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets as you groan into the pillow. He finds you particularly cute in that moment – although you're always so cute to him.

Sometimes, he'd just finger you. He's not often horny considering the fact he is a monk. But at times when you're so needy – so annoying – then he'll have to listen to your word. And anyway, you always end up so giddy that it makes him laugh.

JAKURAI JINGUJI

Jakurai is a man who probably doesn't think about sex often, but he would do it for his partner. Whatever you want, he will do. He cares more about your pleasure than his own, but it's still a win-win situation as he's able to enjoy the time spent together too.

He prefers missionary, but he also likes spooning too. The times you two have sex are usually at night just before bed, when the two of you are back from work.

The way he moves his cock in and out of you is slow. Jakurai takes his time as slow sex feels more sensual for both of you. It's also very intimate as making out with him is slow too.

However, if you do want to go faster, then he will. After all, he does like hearing you moan and pant for him as drool drips down from the side of your mouth.

Spooning lets him fondle your breasts from behind, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he plants careful kisses here and there.

Sex is just so soft with Jakurai as he treats you like a delicate flower.

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guiraguira · 11 months

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hello, I have request 💕

ichiro and his girlfriend took a break from their road trip to have some fun in the car....nsfw..

I hope it make sense my english not the best! i like your writings a lot guiraguira :)

Fun moment in the car!❤️

Hello darling! ❤️ I perfectly understood your request! Thanks for the support! 💜 ooh! A request with reduced space! Let's see what I can do for him!

Ichiro x fem Reader!

Warnings: nsfw. Mutual masturbation, oral, creampie, maybe some exhibitionism? I'm not sure.

° The trip itself was not very long, they had enjoyed a few days in a house in the mountains, far from work and their brothers, now they were returning to the city. They took advantage of the loneliness to love each other as they had not been able to for a long time.

° But Ichiro can no longer concentrate, since they got in the car he is very attentive to how the belt accentuates your figure, especially that separation between your breasts. Exactly 10 minutes ago, he was looking for a hidden place to park while his head was thinking about what excuse he could give you to interrupt his trip because of his little excitement, but when you squeeze his thigh in a fairly high area, he understands perfectly that they are in tune.

° Your hand begins to go up to his crotch and he hisses "Honey please no" with a visible blush he avoids your gaze, fearing he will lose control of the steering wheel. Omitting his words, you loosen his belt buckle and slowly reach in. He grips the steering wheel tightly, fearing for your next actions.

° They finally find a place, away from the main street. You go to the back seats without leaving the vehicle and without delaying a second Ichiro joins you. Space is tight but they can always make it work. Stretching back across the seats you drag him over you, joining in a heated kiss.

° Both tongues dance together taking turns dominance, they separate only when they lack air, gasping absurdly loud and laughing at the silliness of the situation. He must keep one hand on the back and balance so he doesn't crush you with his weight, but you keep pulling on his neck to lower him further.

° you hook your leg over his hip and cause his growing erection to hit your center "hey! .." he says bumping his forehead against yours and looking down there. You turn your hip looking for more friction but he stops you again. "You're just…too…ah!" You licks his lips interrupting his sentence. An intense blush covers his neck as he thinks about how to proceed.

° Feel the edge of your pants, slowly pulling them, helping him move your legs and open more for him. This action of yours always causes him to clench his lips and moan. When you respond so well to what he asks he gets even more shy.

° Your underwear is so wet that it's hardly an obstacle, he simply puts it aside and gently inserts a finger, but it's very little and you let him know by moving your hips using his hand. "S/o…" It almost sounded like he was pleading. He wants to make sure that he is not doing you any wrong.

° Believing that it is time to introduce the second finger, now you are beginning to get excited, sighing sweetly in his ear to the rhythm of his touching while he searches for that sweet spot inside you by curving his fingers. Before the third arrives, he stops and it is he who begins to contain his moans. His hips rub slightly against your lower belly, having his pants unbuttoned gave him more freedom and he was beginning to adorn his boxers with a wet stain.

° Delicately running your fingers through his abs, you brush the tip of his penis with special care, waiting for his reaction. He moans low against your neck tickling you. "Oh… what a sweet voice you have my love" you caress his scalp while you continue masturbating him.

° Without being left behind, he works with you again and using three fingers finally reaches your exact point, the surprise that he generates in you causes you to slightly squeeze his member and contract your hip. They both squeal at the same time but neither stops.

° Ichiro kisses your neck to silence his gasps when you find the perfect rhythm stimulating him with your whole hand, chasing the ecstasy of the other his efforts are about to culminate but he stops. Complaining about losing your drive, you look in his direction and how he manages to bend his body so that his face is at the height of your entrance.

° You try to stop him, he really don't need to please anymore, but he withdraws your hand,"please" he pleads turning his head to one side and resting it on your thigh, rubbing it a couple of times, his eyes locked on yours melting you of love. You agree and he smiles, settling down better.

° Plays with your clitoris licking and kissing it. He recently learned what your sensitive points are and every time he gets a chance he show you how much he knows about your tastes. Kissing your already sensitive area with his fingers really won't be long before you come.

° His hot and panting breath together with his eyes that carefully seek any change in your gestures destroy your control. His tongue makes a particularly long movement inside you ending up sucking your clitoris and you explode contracting around his face letting out a big moan.

° Your fluids create a mess down there but he licks them clean. He stands over you again, with a smirk at having achieved his goal. The least you can do is kiss him with the same passion that he just showed you, you still have a slight tremor but now you need it inside of you. He is not better either because you also perceive a slight tremor on his part.

° Although both like to do it from the front, the lack of comfort and space forces you to give yourself to him from behind. With his chest pressing on you, both of you put one knee on the seat for stability, with your other leg being supported by Ichiro it's your responsibility to find a grip as his other hand is groping your nipples.

° His thrusts begin slowly, checking that everything is fine and that he can continue. So when you intentionally tighten your walls around his member he goes all in, giving accurate thrusts in the right place, you feel your body languishing and you give up letting your face fall on the seat, closing your eyes concentrating on feeling. His breathing and his moans are erratic, you can hear them as his head is nestled in the crook of your neck.

° You are sure that the car must be moving in a suspicious way, you cannot hear if there is traffic or people nearby because the hip-to-hip blow creates lassive and sticky sounds that outshine any other.

° Whispers your name constantly against your ear since I reached that speed and you must bite your lips to keep from fainting right there.

° Gasping with your mouth open, you stroke his hair as best you can, congratulating him. This only excites him more massaging your breasts you finally feel his cock swell, climaxing inside you his thrusts slowly stop and he kisses your shoulder.

° "Honey?... Do you want water?" Coming out of you, he asks softly as he looks for the bottle and something to clean yourself with. Turning around to look at his face, you see that he is also looking through your clean clothes for something to change into.

° "Where is my shy boy?" You formulate as you can, still breathing heavily, giving him a smile. "I-I…I was wrong about something..are you alright?" An intense blush covers his face again and his eyes give you a look full of concern. You just roll your eyes denying getting closer to kiss him.

° The windows of the cars are slightly fogged, serving as a curtain for the outside world and the evening light is already beginning to be darker. Maybe they have one more round, you think, watching the way Ichiro lingers on your lips after the kiss.

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hypnomicimagines · 2 years

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Auggshshsh!'!"!" I couldn't stop staring but sleepy sex w Ichiro for the kinktober prompt 👉👈... Pweess ... Thank u love u mwuah<3333!!

Yamada Ichiro:

Sleepy sex.

Ichiro is only half awake.

It’s his excuse for why he’s feeling so horny despite only becoming conscious a moment before, the feel of your body pressed against his causing his thoughts to wander. It was an innocent spooning position, one that didn’t always cause dirty thoughts to infiltrate his brain. He loved being able to just hold you as you both went to sleep, finding comfort in your soft form, but sometimes he got into moods as any man did.

He didn’t want to wake you so he decided on climbing out of bed, lifting the covers only to find you were wearing nothing on your lower body. He held the blanket mid-air for a moment, knowing that the temptation to rub against you was almost too strong now. It would be a different story if he had to convince you to remove your clothes, but the fact all he had to do was lift your leg up and slide himself in…

“Baby…” Ichiro already felt embarrassed but his body needed what it needed, and it needed you. He was even willing to put up with your grumpiness since he was waking you up earlier than normal; he was just about ready to beg on his hands and goddamn knees if it meant just a single moment of pleasure. “I, uh, I… have a problem?”

“…Yeah, I feel the problem…” You mumbled back, stretching and arching your back; your body pressed up against him and you could feel his pre-cum soaking through his boxers, smearing against your bare skin. “You need some help, my love?”

Ichiro slid his cock between your thighs, so grateful to have a lover as understanding as you. It wasn’t often that he did this, you knew he was content taking care of himself if you were busy or too tired; he deserved to have this little treat. You could tell from his careful thrusts that he was still half- asleep himself, almost giggling at how the horniness had taken over his brain so early in the morning.

It’s not like you were immune to Ichiro’s charms, biting your lip as you felt his cock move between your legs. His hand slipped under your thigh, lifting it up; he’s slow with his movements, building the anticipation until you felt him slide inside almost effortlessly. While he was rubbing against you you must’ve gotten wetter than you originally though, the total ease with which he was inside you now more than enough evidence.

Ichiro groaned like this was the best thing he’d felt in months, forehead resting against your back as he fully sheathed himself inside you. He held you by your hips, filling you completely, your body twitching in response to the lack of movement. He mumbled a quiet apology for just wanting to soak in the moment but he had no intention of going fast; sleepy morning Ichiro, as horny as he was, was going to fuck you nice and slow.

So that perhaps this moment will never end.

Ichiro would have to try this more often…

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discotenny · 7 months

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Pet-Names (hypmic)

What nicknames your partner would call you :3 Featuring EVERYONE(except Rei cause I don't write for him woahosoohosp) !!! THIS IS A BIG ONE RAHHHHHH

Mentions of “during intimacy" in Ramuda's section but no explicit smut. Everyone has attached drabbles :3

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Buster Bros

Ichiro

He's such a babe guy OHHHH my goodness he's such a babe guy. Maybe he'll throw a baby in there too but he throws out babe like it's your second name. It sounds so sweet and casual coming from his mouth you can just hear the smile dripping from it.

"Babe, come here for a sec!" Ichiro calls from the kitchen. With a hm in reply, you come in and see him doing nothing but stand there. You go to ask him why he called you over- only for him to bring you into a warm hug. "I just wanted to hug you baby," he says, kissing your cheeks as you chuckle.

Jiro

Jiro strikes me as the type to only call you cute nicknames as a ploy to get you annoyed. He'll snicker as he calls you his 'pookie little sunshine bear' in front of all your friends and run away cackling as you chase him down. In private he'll be more soft- picking up 'babe' just like his brother calls you.

"Hey darling little sweetie pumpkin bear pie?" He asks you with the most innocent eyes and you glare at him with the fury of a thousand suns. Your friends laugh behind you and you make a promise to get him back later. Later comes with you tickling him with no mercy in the confines of his bedroom. Through fits of laughter and cries he yells, "Babe! Babe! Stop! Please!" Too bad though, maybe he shouldn't have been such a dick :P

Saburo

He's into the classics. More so- he simply calls you by your name cause he's a bit too embarrassed to call you anything else. Once he tried to call you 'babe' like he's heard his brothers do but it sounded so foreign coming from his mouth he'd rather you forget it ever happened.

"H-hey, b-baabeee~" Saburo says, trying to sound suave and immediately regretting it. You're not sure you heard him correctly, sounding more like a squeaking door rather than an actual sentence. "What did you say Sabu?" "N-Nothing!"

Mad Trigger Crew

Samatoki

He calls you classy shit like doll, honey, love. He's so sickly sweet when he calls you these pet names that you can't help the fluster that comes to your cheeks whenever he says it.

You're just about to go to bed, Samatoki already laying down. He's half asleep so you try and get in without much attention. As you fix yourself in bed, his hand finds yours and he stirs in his sleep. "G'night, love," he mutters, voice husk with tiredness. He falls back asleep quickly, unaware of the warmth spreading in your smile.

Jyuto

mjmjmjmjmmhmmhmgmmg he's so annoying. He's gonna pull out all the stops in an attempt to get you flustered but he's so smug and obvious with it that it makes you laugh. I know people consider Jyuto this sex god type beast but in my mind but I cannot imagine him as anything other than a pathetic house plant type of man.

He's leaning over the counter of the bar, sliding a drink he just bought your way. "Why hello there, dream boat," His eyes watch you from behind his glasses to see if you'll give the reaction he desires. "Mmmmm, try better next time, love," you wink back at him and he flusters instead. "Wh- why can't you just play along," he sighs, adjusting his tie and looking down bashfully.

Rio

In my previous writing for Rio I had him call his partner "dear" and I think it's so applicable to him!! He's a classic type guy and him calling you dear is just fjdafjsdkfdsj cute!

At the grocery store you always have to ask him to reach for the items at the top of the shelves. Even if you can reach it yourself it's nice to see how sweet he is whenever he hands the items to you. "Ah, Rio can you grab that pasta up there." "This one dear?" Rio perks up, holding the box in the air. "Yep! Thanks, love."

Fling Posse

Ramuda

AAAA RAMU!! He's gonna call you all the sweets. Sweetie-pie, sweetheart, sweetie, etc etc. Augh he'll even throw out a cutie in there when he's feeling like it. When in private and in intimacy, he'll call you such sweet affectionate terms like dear and love to show just how much he cares.

Ramuda hovers above you. The sheets tickle against bare skin and he intertwines your hands. "You look absolutely wonderful," he says, a smile spreading along his face. Your face flusters at the ever closening proximity between you two as he bends down. "Thank you for making my whole world, love," your lips connect within the darkness of your bedroom.

Gentaro

In public, he'll call you the most complex, cutesy, annoying nicknames when referring to you. Just cause he likes the reaction of the people around him- looks of ludicrousness and cringe. In private, he's not the type to pull a 'baby' or 'honey'. But he is the type to pull out daarin, which translates similarly to "my darling."

Gentaro's awake in the early mornings of the day. While you're still in bed, he's preparing tea for the two of you to share. You start to wake when he sets up a table beside you. "Ah, good morning, my darling," he greets you with a warm smile.

Dice

Similarly to Ichi, Dice is also a babe guy. He's always calling you with the widest smile on his face and a cheery tone to show just how much he cares. He totally calls you babe on social media whenever he posts you two like the sicko he is.

Your phone rings in your pocket and a smile comes on your face when you see the caller. "Hey? What's up?" You say to your boyfriend on the other line. "Baaaaabe-" he starts off and you roll your eyes playfully. "Can you pick me up? I don't have enough money left for the train fair..." "Of course, baby," you say. In reply you get a bunch of fast paced thank yous and smoochie noises over the phone.

Matenrou

Jakurai

He calls you angel cause you're his angel <3. His light in life, the star in his sky. He's such a sickly sweet romantic it's gross and yucky BLAH !

It was a hot day in Shinjuku and you were sitting in front of the house fan, trying to cool yourself off. Home alone for the time being, Jakurai was expected to come back with takeout. It was wayyyy to hot to fire up the stove. As if on cue, the door opens and Jakurai holds a teddy bear patterned reusable bag filled with cold soba and iced drinks. Still in the doorway he calls out to you, "I'm home, angel!"

Hifumi

Hifumi's the type to default to a lot of food based pet names. Pudding, honey, pumpkin, sugar, etc etc. He never calls you these in public, instead calling you by name around people. But in private, he's happy to call you all the sickly sweet food based names he can think of!

Doppo's out of the apartment today and you're visiting your boyfriend. He's cooking up a meal as you sit by him, talking about your day. "Ah yeah, the trains were closed earlier- something about flooding cause of the rain yesterday..." you say, fiddling with a cup of water. "Did you take a cab instead then, honey-bun?" Hifumi doesn't even look at you as he says the term of endearment, focused on the hot pan in front of him. It just spills out so naturally, alongside the accompanying smile on his face.

Doppo

Doppo doesn't really use nicknames- also finding it embarrassing when they slip past his lips. Though, deep down he really really really wants to call you these names! He wishes to be the type that can call his lover baby, love, dear, sweetie, etc etc. Though, they only really slip out when he gets a bit toooo tipsy.

Doppo's head rests on your shoulder on the train ride home. You, as the designated guide for both Doppo and Hifumi after you three went out drinking in the streets of Shinjuku, held onto their arms as you tried to stop them from collapsing on the floor. Doppo murmurs, trying to bat your hand away from holding onto Hifumi in annoyance. "Mmmmm, baby stop holding onntoo him you- HIC- you're mine..." Doppo nuzzles himself into your neck. You silently thank the late night as the train car was basically empty at this time. "I'm the love of yer life... not him..." It'd be a cute memory if Hifumi didn't vomit on the floor as soon as you stepped out the station.

Bad Ass Temple

Kuko

Kuko thinks of you as his little baby, no matter how annoying as it may come off. He loves being really cutesy with you, calling you his baby wherever he can. He's just silly like that!

You're sweeping the floor around his family's temple- gathering the falling leaves that come with the new season. You originally came to hang out with your boyfriend but he was no where to be found (probably procrastinating on sweeping the floor). The quietness is nice, you decide as you enjoy the peaceful change of pace. When a heavy presence hugs you from the back you start attacking it with the broom. "AHHHHH! BABY NO! BABY STOP WHAT ARE- OW! OW!" Kuko screams, disrupting the peace from before.

Jyushi

He's so cute I love him. He calls you all the terms of endearment relating to beauty, handsomeness, etc etc. If you're fem he'll call you princess (HE'S SUCH A PRINCESS GUY RIGHT GUYS???). But his general petname for you no matter your gender is gonna be 'dear.' Cause he's just so cute like that.

After one of his concerts you meet him backstage. He jumps into your arms, still in his stage uniform and makeup. But still, he’s your Jyushi. And your Jyushi peppers kisses all over your face as soon as you find some alone time. “Did you see me? Did you think I looked totally cool up there dear?” He’s excited, riding off the high from his performance. He’s smiling, radiating and you can’t help but reply with a yes, of course.

Hitoya

He's like Jyuto in he intentionally tries to be suave but unlike Jyuto, he actually succeeds. He calls you cutie cause he just thinks you're so adorable- all the time.

Its' the morning and he's about to leave. You fix his tie at the door, something he always chides you for doing for but never actually stops you from doing. It's a quiet morning and you fill the air with a hum. "And... all done, Mr. Bigshot Lawyer." A break from mundane routine, Hitoya hugs you and brings his face to your neck, speaking into it. "Thanks, cutie." You push him out the door before he can tease you about the flush on your cheeks.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Sasara

SASARAA MY BABY MY BABY. Out of the goodness of my heart, totally unbiased, Sasara is a total romantic UGH. He's the type to pull shit like "my partner," "my baby," "my love," UGHHHHHH I love him.

He comes home slurred, tipsy from a night of celebration with Rosho and Rei. Dotsuitare Hompo just passed their qualifying match to compete in the DRB and they couldn't be more excited. Sasara's drunken state results in 3 things- him struggling to open the door to your shared home, him buying you a several gifts from his night out, and him dropping several gifts on the floor as he tries to open the door. You hear commotion outside and open the door hesitantly. "Hello...?" You call, before you see your partner at the other side. "My baby!" Sasara screams, pulling you outside into a hug.

Rosho

Rosho's a pretty simple man. He doesn't want to overdo it with nicknames (unlike someone he knows) and he doesn't want to be so closed off you question his affection for you. He defaults to a simple "love" when referring to or from you- because that's all he feels for you.

He's grading papers and muttering to himself as he corrects the wrongs and praises the rights. Rosho's hand is in his hair as he whispers to himself. You walk into the living room, where he sits on the floor in front of the TV. Frowning at the messy state you find your partner in so late at night, you sit down beside him rest your head on his shoulder. "Ah- hello there, love," he smiles, a hand coming to your head to pat it. "Rest well."

Rei 404 NOT FOUND !!

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Long post, even longer taglist :3 Have this to fill the void between posts ehe

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coraxcolt · 7 months

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Masterlist for Kinktober 2023

✟ What a better way to start all over again if not with kinktober itself!

✟ This kinktober will be exclusive to both Hypnosis Mic and Twisted Wonderland.

✟ All are with AFAB reader but gender and pronouns are neutral.

✟ And obviously this is all smut, ignore if you don't like it.

The list and prompts go as follows:

☆ Day1. Azul Ashengrotto (Oral Fixation)

☆ Day2. Gentaro Yumeno (Voice Kink)

☆ Day3. Jamil Viper (Mind Break & Mind Control)

☆ Day4. Samatoki Aohitsugi (Hate sex)

☆ Day5. Idia Shroud (Somnophilia)

☆ Day6. Jakurai Jinguji (Vanilla)

☆ Day7. Malleus Draconia (Size Kink)

☆ Day8. Kuko Harai (Body Worship)

☆ Day9. Cater Diamond (Recording)

☆ Day10. Ramuda Amemura (Corruption Kink)

☆ Day11. Jade Leech (Aphrodisiacs)

☆ Day12. Doppo Kannonzaka (Breathplay/Choking Kink)

☆ Day13. Leona Kingscholar (Breeding Kink)

☆ Day14. Jyuto Iruma (Phone Sex)

☆ Day15. Rook Hunt (Praising)

☆ Day16. Ichiro Yamada (Roleplay)

☆ Day17. Floyd Leech (Degradation)

☆ Day18. Rosho Tsutsujimori (Drunk Sex)

☆ Day19. Vil Schoenheit (Humiliation)

☆ Day20. Jyushi Aimono (Mirror Sex)

☆ Day21. Kalim Al-Asim (Overstimulation)

☆ Day22. Sasara Nurude (Toys)

☆ Day23. Riddle Rosehearts (Edging)

☆ Day24. Dice Arisugawa (Dacryphilia)

☆ Day25. Trey Clover (Food play)

☆ Day26. Rei Amayado (Power play & Daddy Kink)

☆ Day27. Lilia Vanrouge (Teasing & Begging)

☆ Day28. Hitoya Amaguni (Cockwarming)

☆ Day29. Jack Howl (Biting & Marking)

☆ Day30. Hifumi Izanami (Mutual Masturbation)

☆ Day31. Divus Crewel (Impact play & Petplay)

☆✟ Feel free to request or ask anything and I'll answer asap ✟☆

✟ That's pretty much everything, I'm behind by one day but i'll be posting them all, so don't worry!

✟ I'll be posting the blog introduction shortly.

- Corax out

#twst smut #hypmic smut #kinktober #masterlist #coraxlist

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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What I Want To Write [Author's Ideas]

Well, this are basically some ideas I've had for quite a while, but some of them don't really have a plot, still, feel free to tell me which one you'll like for me to write and I'll do it, or if you have an idea for the plot, I'll really appreciate it :]

Kibutsuji Muzan x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

basically, some smut when he's dressed like a woman.

Fushiguro Megumi x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

(m/n)'s the actual reason why he complained about itadori's room being next to his

(Arknights) Silver Ash x Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime] (PUBLISHED)

(i just wanna write about this man because i'm obsessed with him, like... deadass obsessed)

Eren Jaeger x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

Ryoumen Sukuna x Curse!Humanized!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

(m/n) was a very known curse among the rest, including sorcerers/shamans, the main reason? he was the only that could win against sukuna, making him the strongest curse, but he was against all of the "evil", and he made himself clear when he showed up in front of gojou satoru

Yoigoshi Tasuya x Male!Reader [?] (PUBLISHED)

i just wanted to say that i fell in love with negative filture kageyama, and if you don't know him, there's a pic above :] (he's also voiced by uchida yuuma who voiced ash lynx and uenoyama ritsuka)

Kannonzaka Doppo x Top!Male!Reader [Fluff] (PUBLISHED)

Originally had smut too, but I'll make a part 2 of this one, because Doppo is simply too perfect :3

Kise Ryota x Idol!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Not a smut like it originally wanted, but there could be a part 2.

Hashibira Inousuke x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

crossdressing/cosplaying...

Femboy!Bakugou Katsuki x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Sakusa Kyoomi x Male!Reader

Crazy Possessive song fic

Nozel Silva x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

cosplay/crossdressing

Zora Ideale x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

power bottom!zora x masochist sub!male!reader

Licht x Human!Male!Reader [?]

maybe a smut before he met tetia and the wizard king

Asta x Male!Reader [Fluff]

maybe some fluff in front of the girls that like asta, and they see how flustered he gets around you (he proclaims to like sister lily, but ever since he met you, his mind hadn't even been noticed his lack of thoughts about her, instead he thought of you two together as he imagined reaching to be the wizard king) you've noticed noelle's and mimosa's behavior with Asta, so you knew about her feelings, and what better way to let her (Noelle) know... that Asta was his not her's

Finral Roulacase x Male!Reader [Fluff]

probably something about his training to stop seducing woman, you decided to help him since he asked you and you gave him some scolding or "advice", when he started to realize that he felt really nervous close to you and he suddenly wanted you to notice him or to compliment you

Nakajima Atsushi x Port!Mafia!Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x Male!Reader [?]

William Vangeance x BlackBulls!MaleReader [Fluff]

some like, your magic allows you to make come true whatever you want, so when you met William he was intrigued by your magic, and after some time you got close, and then he asked you if you could make him look... normal, like, he doesn't hate his birth mark, but he sometimes wonders how he would look without it, and hesitantly you did

Gojo Satoru x Femboy!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Yuri Plisetsky x BadBoy!FigureSkater!Top!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Ayato Yuri x Short!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Yamada Ichiro x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Dazai Osamu x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Kambe Daisuke x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Beta!Levi Ackerman x Alpha!Male!Reader [Smut]

modern au

Alpha!Kamado Tanjiro x Alpha!Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

modern au

PowerBottom!Akashi Seijuro x Soft!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Kagami Taiga x Short!Top!Male!Reader [Fluff]

Midorima Shintaro x Perverted!Male!Reader [Lime]

Kuroko Tetsuya x BadBoy!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Kato Haru x Male!Reader [Fluff]

just Haru having a day off

Jean Kirstein x Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

just something steamy when (m/n) had enough of jean trying to impress mikasa, so he showed him who he belongs to

Levi Ackerman x Male!Reader x Eren Jeager [Angst&Fluff]

fuyu no hanashi songfic (levi; yuki. eren; uenoyama)

Kim Dokja x Male!Reader x Yoo Joonghuyk [?]

(has anyone read the manhwa 'omniscent reader's viewpoint'? it's so good)

Ainosuke Shindo (Adam) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

i wanna make this one as hardcore and explicit as i possibly can, including such things as; bondage, overstimulation, toys usage, degradation, sounding, dumbification, and possibly two rounds with powerbottom adam and then sort of like a revenge or pay-back fuck... how does that sound? (if there's something else that you would like me to add, let me know :p)

#.mackjlee9 #one shot ideas #reader insert #male reader #x reader #anime

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crimsonfic · 2 years

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Giyu Tomioka Fanfiction -

Transparent Heart

Gifted Y/N

10 Chapters

Subjects: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Mature language, Suggestive language, Blood, Gore, Death, Humor, Violence, Pain

Remember: Your Character has a nickname 💙

Chapter Four

7.7k Words

Chapter Includes: Fluff, Suggestive Language, Flirty Giyu? 🙃

When you woke up you could hear the kids laughing and playing around in their rooms. It couldn't be too early in the morning because they would not usually be this loud.

Sitting up and getting yourself ready to get out the bed, you noticed two boxes on your dresser. Cocking your head, you tried to remember if they were there when you went to sleep.

Definitely not. One was a satin box and the other smaller one in cardboard.

You got out of bed and approached the dresser. You picked up the smallest box on top. When you opened it you saw a set of satin floral hair clips, much like the ones you saw at the market. Gasping you sat it down.

You pulled the lid to the satin box open and saw a set of beautiful hair sticks with a flower made of jade with jade green and opal jewels placed into an intricate design of gold branches and leaves around it, while tiny jade flowers dangled from the top, attached to gold chains matching the color of the sticks. You were gaping like a fish at this point.

Never in your life have you ever had something so beautiful or expensive. You sat the box down, but continued staring in awe at them.

"Hey, you're awake. Look what Giyu got us!" Rainbow said appearing in your doorway, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

What?

"Huh?"

"Come on, come on." She smiled beckoning you to her with her hands.

You followed her into her room seeing Emiko and Princess twirling around holding hair sticks.

"Look Greenie!" Princess squealed when she caught sight of you. She bounded to you, showing you the silver and pink hair stick with many cherry blossoms, and pink, clear, and white jewels surrounding the crown at the top. It was the one you looked at at the market.

You didn't even have to see Rainbow's to know she had the colorful rainbow hair sticks either.

"And look he got Emiko a clip." Rainbow added going to grab the box. She brought it back to you, and inside you saw a more traditional hair clip comprised of colorful silk flowers with small tassels hanging from the bottom.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah." You were still slightly out of it. Waking up to surprise gifts too much to handle in your sleepy state of mind.

"Can you do our hair real pretty later, and put them in?"

"Yeah sure."

"Yes! Okay." Princess took the stick from you motioning for Emiko to keep twirling.

"Did you guys eat?"

"Yeah. Kylo cooked."

"Okay. I'm gonna go check on them." You told her.

"Okay."

When you opened the boys door you saw them playing with cards.

"Hey Greenie, look at these new cards Giyu got me." Ichiro said

Your eyes were probably bulging out of your sockets. The cards he said were so cool yesterday probably.

"I almost forgot what good cards feel like." He laughed.

"Goodmorning Greenie. There's still food out for you in the kitchen. And Giyu left a note for you. Let me grab it." Kylo sat his cards down before going over to his bed.

"What did Giyu get you?" You asked as you watched him pull the note out from under his pillow.

"A hat. The one I said I would-"

"Buy when you got enough money." You finished with him.

"Yeah." He smiled before opening his closet to show you.

"We said thank you too, so don't worry." Ichiro chuckled lightly.

Nodding with a smile, you took the note when Kylo handed it to you.

"Ok, I'll be in the kitchen." You told them before heading downstairs.

The note Giyu left sat on the table folded and untouched as you ate. There was a heavy ball of anxiety sitting in your gut. For some reason you couldn't understand you were so fearful to read it. It's slightly irrational but you couldn't shake it.

After sitting on the couch sometime later, the note between your fingertips you decided enough was enough. You opened it up, and read it silently to yourself.

'I came by. Don't make the gifts a big deal. In fact, they are not gifts, I just wanted to get them. I didn't want to wake you so I left, but I do need to share that for a week, I will be gone. A mission has been given to me that I must travel for. When I return I hope that you will have something new to share regarding your abilities. Work hard and I'll do the same.

I'm leaving this note with Kylo because I feel he is the only one who would not read it. I hope I am right.

Take care.'

Your eyes lingered on his "signature" as an indescribable feeling swirled in your chest. You couldn't place your emotions but there was definitely something stirring you up.

You read the letter again, nodding to yourself where he told you to work on your abilities. You didn't really know where to begin but you were determined to have something to share with him. The thought of disappointing him sending a wave of uneasiness through you.

But why?

You don't know, but you knew you had work to do.

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"It's pouring buckets!" Princess said as she looked out the window.

"It is." You agreed.

"I wonder when it's going to stop. We've been inside all day!" Ichiro groaned.

"Yeah Im going to go crazy." Princess said.

"Why? You stay inside the house all the time." Kylo snickered.

"This is different. That's a choice. This gives me no choice." She answered matter of factly.

"Oh, oh okay." Kylo grinned. "I understand." He said.

You were all sitting in the living room, Kylo, Rainbow and Ichiro playing cards. Princess was originally drawing before she stood in front of the window, Emiko was playing with her small empress doll, and you were making a list of things you needed to work on with them when you went back to "homeschooling" them in a couple of weeks.

"Hey, Emiko, can you count to 10 for me?" You asked her absently looking at your notes.

"Yes." She said. You could hear the smile in her voice.

After 30 seconds of silence you smiled. "Out loud Miko"

"Huh?" She asked.

"Count out loud, I'll help you. One, two.....three..."Ichiro said looking away from his cards.

Emiko joined him. "Four...five..six...se-se....mm....eight..." she smiled signaling she was done.

"Good job." Rainbow said.

"Don't lie to her." Ichiro said shaking his head and groaning lightly.

"She's only 2!" Rainbow retaliated.

"I could count to ten at 2."

"I find that hard to believe." Princess chimed in.

"What?" Ichiro asked incredulously.

She simply shrugged her shoulders. She hadn’t even turned away from the window when she made that comment.

Holding in your laugh, you made a note to count more with Emiko.

"What are you going to teach me this fall?" Kylo asked.

Looking at your notes you could see that he did well with everything. He had already gone to school before he came to you and he got lots of life practice living here, there wasn't much left to teach him. You sighed. You really weren't sure what to do with him that wouldn't be boring or redundant.

"Mm.....what do you want to learn?" You asked him.

"That's a good question" he smiled. "I don't know. I just want to be helpful, so anything that could help me help other people."

You started nodding when Ichiro made an obnoxious noise between huffing out air and smacking his lips.

"You're too nice dude."

"You're just a troll." Princess said.

The laugh that came out of you surprised even you. You shouldn't have laughed at that. You didn't know you would laugh at that.

"Princess." Kylo gasped.

"Princess leave me alone, I'm not in the mood today." Ichiro said.

"Well I am!" She said turning around to glare at him.

You were choking on your spit on this point.

Okay, what did I miss? You thought to yourself.

"Too bad!" He growled at her.

"I hate you!" She screamed at him as she stomped her foot.

"Whoa! Wait a minute, wait. a. minute." You emphasized holding your hands up to them. The smile wiped off of your face. "What the hell is going on? Why are you talking to each other like this?"

"He told me I couldn't be a Princess because I'm poor!" Princess stomped again before falling to the ground and bawling her eyes out.

You were at a loss for words. Was Princess overreacting? Maybe to someone on the outside. But the issue could go a lot deeper. It's hard being poor, especially when you're a kid, you have needs and wants and it's hard to not feel like those wants are needs. Constantly being told no, getting hand me downs or having to help work only to still struggle to even eat. Rationing portions when you're still hungry. It gets heavy. Mid Autumn and Winter has always been a bad time for you guys and it's coming around the corner. It's not her fault that she's poor. And here he is making fun of her for it.

You looked at Ichiro who lowered his eyes when yours met his.

"You're poor too." Kylo told him as he got up to console Princess. Sitting beside her and rubbing her back.

"You're a jerk Ichiro." Rainbow told him sitting her cards down.

Emiko was looking at Princess, eyes wide, most likely worried about why she was crying.

You hadn't realized you begun to internalize your feelings about how being poor impacted them. You were feeling gross inside. Worthless. You wanted to better their lives, but realistically you weren't doing great. Maybe you should actually find an orphanage or home that could afford to take care of them. Are there nice people, wealthy people, who want children just to love?

Now you were feeling even worse. You felt sick to your stomach at the idea of them not being here with you.

"Ichiro, when you say stuff like that....you don't only hurt her, you hurt all of us." You told him. "And....she's not poor, I'm poor. So I guess if you want to make fun of someone it should be me."

His head lowered even further. His eyes still not on you. "I.....was just....I'm...." He didn't say anything else.

"Im sorry that I’m poor." You said absently.

"You're not! You have 6 people to care for and that takes a lot of money. It means there's a lot of stuff to spend money on so you have to keep spending it." Rainbow said.

"Thank you for caring for me. I would be lost without you." She added coming to sit next to you on the couch, and leaning her head on you.

Oh no. Am I about to cry? You thought to yourself.

You hugged her to you. Why was she a little Angel? Her parents raised a beautiful child, you wish you could've met them.

Definitely crying.

"Thank you." You said to her.

"Oh no! Mama!" Emiko cried running over to you.

"Great Ichiro look what you did." Kylo said.

You knew that by looking at Ichiro he wouldn't be able to take much more.

"It's fine. I'm not sad, I'm happy." You told them as you picked up Emiko after wiping your stray traitorous tears.

"Happy?" Princess asked through her sniffles.

"Yeah, I'm happy that I know you all." You said.

The brief moment of silence was ironically loud! It was followed by Princess and Kylo scrambling to the couch to sit by you while Ichiro let his head drop to the table.

You were now sandwiched in an emotional group hug.

"Come on Ichiro." You said after a few seconds.

He peeked at you from his peripheral before turning his head a little to look at you better. When he saw Rainbow's hand held out to him he quickly got up, crashing into you, wrapping his arms around Rainbow and Kylo on either side of you.

"I'm sorry. I'm happy I know you too and I....I.....I love you." He cried.

Almost like a domino effect, everyone was crying. Even Emiko, even though her reason may be because all of you were crying. You stretched your arms out making sure you were hugging everyone as you pulled them all closer to you, Emiko surrounded closely being in the middle of your lap.

"I love you too. All of you. All the time. Always." Your words only made them cry harder.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door, interrupting your group sniffle fest. You let them go.

"It's open." You called out, guessing that if it was anyone other than Giyu they wouldn't be able to open the door.

When the door opened, a soaking wet Giyu stepped inside.

Both parties, a site to see.

"Did I….come at a bad time?" He asked, taking in your tear stained faces, red eyes and positions.

"No, where's your outerwear?" You asked him, your mouth slightly agape as he stood dripping wet, a large puddle growing beneath him.

"I.....I didn't have it with me." He answered.

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Giyu." Rainbow laughed. Triggering you all to laugh at his appearance. Him straight facing you making it even funnier.

"I'll get you some towels." Kylo said getting up before dashing up the stairs. Emiko was peering at Giyu between Ichiro and Rainbow's bodies. Letting out a gasp as she stared at him.

"I know right Miko." You laughed.

"How was your trip Mr. Charming?" Princess asked.

Giyu could see that she had been crying the most. Her eyes slightly swollen. He looked at you momentarily before he answered her.

"It was fine. How....was your day?" He asked.

"It was fine as well. I'm better now. Cause we know we love each other." She smiled.

Giyu kept his expression neutral but he was confused. "You didn't already know that?.....before?"

"No." She answered matter of factly.

Interesting, he thought.

"Here you go." Kylo said as he arrived back in the living room, handing 3 towels to Giyu.

"You need some help Giyu?" You giggled.

"No." He deadpanned as he sat a towel atop his head, one around his shoulders, and began drying his legs.

"I think I have some clothes you can wear."

"You do?" Giyu asked.

You had some clothes just stashed away just in case for kids you might take in, and you had a teen once who was 6ft tall and close to 200 lbs, you were sure to have something he could wear.

"Yeah." You replied standing up and setting Emiko on her feet.

"Im gonna start dinner. Giyu I'm glad you're here, you'll stay right?" Kylo asked.

"Yeah, I'll stay."

"Cool. Im making something special." He added.

"Can I help?" Rainbow asked.

"Sure."

"What about me?" Princess said.

"Sure, you all can help, but you have to listen!" He stated firmly. The perfect image of a stressed older brother.

"I help too." Emiko said.

"Okay Emiko. You have to be a good listener okay?" He nodded to her.

"Okay." She nodded back.

"Alright well come on. Let's wash our hands." He gestured her over, to which she ran, a big smile on her face.

"You need my help at all?" You asked.

"No. You relax. I'll come get you when it's done."

"Okay. Be safe. Be smart and be careful okay?. All of you?" You looked around at them as you spoke.

"Yes Greenie."

"You got it."

"No problem." Were their replies, to which you nodded.

"Come on Giyu." You called to him before going up the stairs.

You had already found the clothes for him by the time he actually made it up stairs.

"These are really soaked." He said clutching the towels.

Laughing you held your hands out for them. "It's okay. The clothes are on the bed, just open the door when you're dressed." You told him as you left the room, heading to the bathroom. Inside, you squeezed the towels out before dropping them in the hamper. Taking your time to linger around and tidy up until you heard your door open.

Inside your room Giyu was sitting on the bed, his head turning to you as you entered. You have no idea what came over you but you froze in your tracks when you saw him.

His hair, which you had never seen down before was framing his face, and resting over his shoulders and back. You've never paid attention to his hair, didn't really care, it was just hair after all, but right now it's like the first time seeing he has a head full of hair.

"What?" He asked.

In your spot by the door you blinked a couple times before moving forward to the bed.

"Nothing. I just...never seen your hair down." You said as you sat down directly in the middle of your bed, crossing your legs.

"Oh." He said turning to get in the middle of your bed in front of you, but all the way at the other end.

Giyu felt comfortable here. He felt comfortable with you. Not seeing you for a week he thought about you everyday, wondering what you were doing. Wondering if you liked your not gifts, if you actually read the letter.

He had a thought that scared him even. He was wondering if you would hug him again when he got back to town. Obviously he messed that up after getting caught in the rain though. Your embrace felt warm. It felt comfortable and he wouldn't mind if you did it again. In fact, he was sure this time that he would do better. He wanted you to feel comfortable and warm in his arms too.

"Thank you for my gifts. It was really nice of you. I love them."

"Yes, I'm happy you like them."

"Love." You repeated playfully.

"Excuse me, love." He joked back, making you raise your eyebrows.

"You came back a new man." You giggled.

"Whatever." He answered, though he actually felt his heart rate pick up.

After a couple seconds you got to the stuff that's been making you antsy.

"Are you ready to hear what I've learned?"

"I am." Giyu nodded.

"Okay, so. You know how protecting and enhancing are the crux of my capabilities. Well, I may have pushed the envelope when it comes to enhancement. So, you know how I am able to help people see clearer images, how I can see things that I've read about if I concentrate? I think I might be able to share my thoughts and see someone else's."

"I see. So you haven't tried these things yet"

"Right. I don't have anyone to try it on."

"Well, let's see."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." You nodded but began searching his eyes for any uncertainty. Naturally you didn't see any, no emotion decipherable in his blue orbs.

He sat waiting, his eyes holding yours silently.

"I need your hand." You told him as you held your left palm out to him.

There was a slight lift of his brows but it was so quick, you could've been imagining it.

He placed his hand in yours, the weight pushing yours down to the bed between you.

"Sorry, wasn't ready." You chuckled.

"You said you needed my hand."

"Right, but I wasn't ready to hold it. Sorry." You lightly squeezed his palm in yours, scooting yourself a little closer so it wasn't so much of a reach for you to hold hands. Obviously you squeezed his hand first, but when he returned it, you almost gasped. He was holding your hand back and it made you feel warm and tingly all over.

"Are you doing anything?" He asked you after a few seconds of silence.

"No." You cleared your throat, feeling embarrassed that you were just sitting there thinking about the feeling of his hand in yours. "First, um, let me know if you start seeing or thinking something you didn't try to yourself."

"Okay." Giyu answered before closing his eyes. He cleared his mind completely and waited.

You across from him took this chance to look over his features. His jet black hair, his nose, his thick eyelashes and his perfect eyebrows. He had the kind of looks described as beautiful or perfect in books. His skin was smooth and flawless too.

"Are you thinking about me?"

Horrified, you squeezed your eyes shut.

Bunnies, lots and lots of bunnies. In a field.

Because your eyes were closed you didn't see the furrowing of his brows as brown and white rabbits, in a colorful field of vivid yellow and purple flowers took over his mind.

"Really?" He asked. "Rabbits."

"Bunnies." You corrected. Smiling as your heartbeat eased back into a steady pace.

"Okay." He replied in his usual monotone.

You began thinking. 'Giyu Tomioka loves bunnies' over and over.

Almost 30 seconds later Giyu spoke. "I love bunnies." He said humorlessly.

"Oh, I would've never known. I would've guessed something more brooding." You joked.

"Ha...ha." He replied.

"So it works." You nodded.

Giyu opened his eyes, "yeah." He replied. "That's rather interesting."

"Yeah. Now it's your turn." You smiled at him.

You held eye contact for a little while as you waited for him. You were expecting him to close his eyes but he didn't.

"Why are you staring at me?" You ask.

"Why are you staring at me?" He responded.

"I thought we were having a staring contest."

Rolling his eyes, Giyu sighed. You erupted into laughter while he finally closed his eyes. The small smirk on Giyu's face catching your attention. You started wondering what you could say to get him to laugh out loud, or give a full blown smile. It wasn't long before your thoughts were pulled in a different direction. Much like when you zeroed in on Kylo, you had the option, for lack of better words, to see what this new thought was. Focusing on it, the words "y/n laughs too much, all the time." came to mind.

"Oh whatever!" You exclaimed playfully. "Now an image or scenery."

This time images of you laughing filled your consciousness. They were Giyu's memories of you. Each of them were seen from his point of view. Suddenly you started to see colors at the edge of these memories. Pink and red mostly, were swirling at the edges. Trying to figure out what they mean you kept watching them.

"Uh...you see pink and red at the....corners of your mind?"

"No. Are you seeing red and pink?" Giyu asked.

"Yeah."

"What does it mean?"

"I have no idea." You answered truthfully.

Still trying to figure them out and examine them you started to feel their meanings, or maybe just emotions. You weren't sure but you knew they weren't your emotions.

Happiness. Friendship. Love. Desire. Attraction

With a startled gasp you let go of Giyu's hand. These were his feelings. You'd gone too far. You'd seen and felt too much. You'd invaded his personal thoughts and feelings. Although it wasn't intentional you still felt bad.

"What?" He asked. "You okay?" His eyes, now open, were on you.

"Y-yeah. Yeah I'm fine."

"Did something happen? Did you strain yourself?" His soft voice spoke, a hint of concern recognizable in it.

Something happened alright. But you couldn't tell him. How would it make him feel to know you'd felt his emotions? You didn't want to make him uncomfortable so you would keep it to yourself.

"Just, surprised it really works." You semi lied.

"Oh."

"Yeah, so...um...your turn for your part of the deal." You changed the subject.

"Right." He answered, that tiny almost imperceptible smirk appeared on his face. "Throw me a punch."

You made a face. "Right here right now? On the bed?" You asked noticing he made no gesture to even move.

"Yes."

"But-"

"Just do it." He said.

"Where?"

He rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter."

Deciding to humor him, you threw your arm out to punch him in the chest. After 10 seconds of staring at eachother, his face unimpressed but expectant, and yours frozen, you began shaking your hand.

"Ow, ow, ow, owww." You whined.

Shaking his head Giyu grabbed your hand, turning it over in his to look at it. "That was pathetic really."

"Why did you hurt me? You could've warned me." You pouted.

"I didn't, you hurt yourself with your poor form." He stated smoothly before pushing your fingers into a fist himself. "This is how you punch." He emphasized by pointing to your fisted hand.

You nodded slowly.

"Now try again."

Careful to keep your fingers closed exactly like he showed you, you pulled your arm back to try again.

It didn't hurt as bad as the first time, but it did feel like you just punched a wall.

Giyu sighed and stood from the bed. He motioned for you to get up too, watching you until you stood in front of him.

"One more time." He said.

"Okay." You said before punching him in the chest once again.

"Okay. Well. This is futile. You'll never be able to fight a grown man on your own."

You hit him playfully on the shoulder. "Giyu, I hit you with everything I had."

"I’m aware. That's why I said that."

You started laughing. "Practice makes perfect."

"Right." He said. "But in your case you might need to figure something out with your abilities. For back up." He smirked, making you smile brighter. He's joking. It's rare but so so welcomed.

"Sure. What's next?"

"Nothing. Until you learn to punch this is all you do."

"Really?" You frowned.

"Yes."

"That's boring. Humor me. If I wanted to fight someone I could always just...." You kicked your leg at him, as if you were going to kick him in his privates, and he easily pushed your leg back down.

"If you do it that slow, you'll be the only one hurt in the end." He told you.

You punched him in the chest again. Of course he didn't even flinch. This time, you threw another, but with the opposite fist, which he pushed away, and it completely knocked you off balance.

You stumbled to the side.

That smirk, grew just a tad as it appeared on his lips.

"I'm not-"

You didn't sit still to listen as you started punching, kicking, and trying to push him. You even grabbed for his hair. And anytime he pushed you away, after recovering you were right back trying to hurt him. You're not sure how long you were doing this but when he started laughing, you stopped.

Your eyes were wide in amazement really. He laughed. A real laugh. Not a chuckle, not a snicker. Real, full blown laughter that came from his gut. That made his eyes crinkle until they almost closed.

You did it. You got him to laugh. You got to see a semblance of a smile on him. It was amazing. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. No, he was handsome.

If making yourself look an ass would make him laugh, than you'd do it every chance you got.

When it looked like he was about to stop, you pushed him, as hard as you could. He didn't budge. But the grunt you let out trying to get him to stumble off his feet, made him laugh again, which made you smile.

Then you tried kneeing him in his stomach, but he caught your knee. The surprise of his strong grip on your knee, grasping it completely, made you pull back. Falling to your behind, as he let go of you.

"You okay?" He smiled, seeing that you were obviously fine, staring up at him with a stupid grin on your face.

"Yeah." You smiled back. He held his his hand out to you. When you took it he pulled you up easily, all by himself.

"Don't make it look so easy." You joked.

"Please." He replied sarcastically.

Now that you were standing in front of him you crossed your arms. With your head tilted to the side you said "that was fun."

His eyes widened briefly, before he turned his head to the side.

"Yeah, I guess it was."

You chuckled at his reaction. "You're so predictable Giyu. It's okay to have fun on purpose."

He didn't say anything, he just stopped looking at you from his peripheral before he walked to your dresser.

"What did you do today?" He asked as he opened up your accessory boxes.

This didn't bother you, his attention off of you, it was usual. Normal. And although his behavior is typical, his demeanor isn't. He's more open than usual. It made you want to talk to him more, crack jokes more, ask questions you've never asked before. It made you feel more confident. Excited even.

Staying in your spot, you recounted your day to him.

"You homeschool them?" He asked, genuine surprise highlighted in his tone.

"Yep."

"When do you have time to work?"

"Early in the morning, after lunch, and right before dinner."

"Why not send them to the school?"

You almost cringed thinking about all of the reasons. "Mm...well....I had a kid who kept picking fights with the other children. He couldn't go back, so then I had him helping me with the garden, and he calmed down a bit, but then the kids from school started picking on the other kids now that he was gone. Long story short, none of the kids in my care are allowed to go back."

Giyu hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting."

You shrugged. "Yeah."

"You'll be very busy." He said.

"Not too much more than usual."

He was silent for quite a long time, so you sat back down on the bed. Just when you were about to speak he beat you to it.

"Is there.....anything I could do to help you prepare?"

Giyu was fishing for subtle validation. He wanted to make your tasks easier, but he kind of wanted you to let him know you could use the help, so he didn't feel like he was being overbearing or pushy.

After going through the motions of thinking about it you replied. "Not that I can think of right now, but I'll let you know, if anything comes up."

You wouldn't let him know. You wouldn't ask for anything if you needed it. However, you simply saying that you're going keep him in mind was enough for his heart to react. It made him feel warm inside. It made him feel good.

If you knew how he felt he would be embarrassed.

He couldn't stand the thought of you knowing you affect him in such little ways. Your acknowledgment alone did wonders on his heartbeat.

Wait! Giyu thought.

He turned around abruptly, his eyebrows raised, almost hidden by his bangs.

"Are you....can you...hear my thoughts right now?"

You probably wore the same exact expression as him. His surprise startled you.

"No. I can only hear them if you let me."

The speed in which his face dropped back to its normal stoicism, had to be a world record.

"Oh." He answered visibly relaxed.

You smiled at him. Wondering what he was thinking that had him on the verge of panicking like that.

"I lied, I definitely know what you were thinking." You laughed lightly, smile never disappearing.

"You're lying." He said narrowing his eyes.

"Am I?" You teased.

"What was I thinking about?" He asked.

You didn't have much time to guess if you wanted it to seem like you actually knew. The only things it could be is his past, a relationship or-

You felt intense dread in your gut at the direction your thoughts just went.

"You're right, I'm lying." You forced out. No longer wanting to play around.

Right now, you just recognized a point you have never considered since you met Giyu, and now you had to face why the possibility of it made you feel sick to your stomach. It was too much all at once.

He nodded, but he could sense that something was wrong. Your mood changed and it was obvious in your body language.

"Is something wrong?" He asked sitting down on the bed opposite you.

"No." You said turning away from him. Your heart was skipping beats, and you hated it. Why were you freaking out? You were just friends. So what if he was in a relationship, you would still be friends.

You felt fidgety, you needed to do something with your hands. Standing from the bed, you walked over to check on Giyu's clothes. It was pointless, they were obviously still wet but you really just needed to busy yourself to relax.

Then you opened your closet, going through the various boxes, looking for nothing in particular of course. You just really couldn't help it.

"Y/n?" Giyu called.

"Yeah?"

"It seems like you're tying to get away from me, should I leave?"

"No!" Once the word was out you backpedaled quickly. You said that much too quick and much too loud. "No, don't leave, I'm not trying to get away from you."

You could hear him get off the bed, coming to stand beside the closet.

"Did you..." he paused for so long you thought he never meant to speak out loud. You stopped your unnecessary search and looked up at him.

His eyes were lowered to the ground and his arms crossed. He glanced at you for a second before looking away. "Did you actually hear my thoughts and they....disgusted you?"

Surprised would be an understatement. His words worried you and you didn't want him to feel bad about his thoughts, whatever they were so you were going to just tell him the truth.

"Giyu, no. I really didn't hear them. I promise. I was going to guess something but then I had a realization that made me feel weird."

"Oh. What was it?"

You took a deep breath. "I just.....realized.....I didn't know if you were in a relationship or not."

You didn't dare look up after what you said. He's just going to wonder why his relationship status would make you feel weird, thus ruining your friendship.

"I'm not in a relationship." He said.

You felt so relieved. You had to play it cool though so you didn't make any quick movements.

"Oh okay."

"..........Does that make you feel better?" Giyu asked. His soft voice a little difficult to hear even though he was right beside you.

Your heart was lodged in your throat.

"Mmhm." You mumbled out.

"Good." He stated.

Your head whipped around to look up at him. Good? He cares about your feelings in regards to his relationship status?

That's when what you felt earlier came crashing back to you. The red and pink swirls. Passion and love, friendship and desire, accompanied by memories of you.

"Giyu?" You asked, with a voice shaky with nerves.

"Yes?"

"What do you...think about me?" You finished quietly.

First, he raised his slightly lowered head. Then he stood up straight, letting his crossed arms drop to his sides.

"Dinner's ready!" Ichiro called loudly from the stairwell.

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Giyu's POV

Thank the heavens, It's not that I didn't want to tell her, I was afraid of her response. However, it seemed like she was figuring out how I truly felt.

Better to be interrupted now before telling her instead of it happening after.

I held my hand out to her. Pulling her up when she grabbed my hand. I waited for her to make that unfunny joke from before but she didn't say anything. She only smiled.

She led me out of the room and down the stairs. The kids were already all seated and the plates were already prepared with the extras in the middle. We took our seats on the bench, prompting everyone to dig in. Per usual the kids kept the conversations going, and let them.

We were just about halfway through when Princess directed her attention to me.

"Mr. Charming Giyu....do you have a house?"

Of course y/n started laughing immediately. It wasn't even a funny question. She's 6 and she only sees me here. It’s a valid question for her.

"Yes, I do."

"Will we ever be able to come over?"

"Yes."

"Really? What about tomorrow? We can come visit. And we can have dinner. And we can cook it. And help clean it."

I looked at y/n. It was up to her. The expectant look on her face however told me it was up to me.

"You can come over tomorrow." I confirmed.

There were gasps from all around the table.

"Really?" Rainbow asked.

"Yeah."

"We've never been to someone else's house before." Ichiro said, with wide eyes.

"I know. This is going to be so fun." Princess clapped excitedly.

"What should we bring for dinner?" Kylo asked.

"Nothing. You won't be cooking either."

"So what will we eat?" Princess asked incredulously.

"Whatever I cook."

Another round of gasps.

Y/n let out a snort. Quickly covering her face right after.

She's the predictable one. Laughing when nothing is funny.

She's so cute.

"Is there anything we're supposed to bring?"

"No. You just come over. That's it."

"Okay." Kylo nodded.

I continued eating my food, answering all the questions they asked about my house with "you'll see it when you get there."

After dinner y/n washed and cleared the dishes, while I sat at the table waiting for her to finish. I had a lot to prepare for tomorrow. Normally I wouldn't care, having guests over was unheard of, and I would never invite people to my home, but I really care about them, and want them to have an enjoyable experience.

When she finished she held her hand out to me, to lead me back upstairs. "Give me 5 minutes?" She asked once she brought me to her room.

I knew that meant she was going to check on the children.

"Take your time." I told her sincerely.

Once I was alone I sat down on her bed, before laying back. I would have to pick up where we left off once she got back. I was ready to admit my feelings for her but I don't think I could handle if she didn't feel the same. I'll always be her friend, even if she doesn't feel the same but she's captured a part of me that's never been touched before. She is completely changing me and the way I think. When I'm not here I'm thinking about her. I feel a comfort I haven't felt in the longest time when I'm around her.

This has to be love.

Right?

I've tried to bottle it up but it's the only emotion inside of me that I can't get under control. The only one that doesn't respond to me and does what it wants whenever I'm around y/n. I'm powerless to it.

It's making me weak.

But I can't find it in me to care, because I can't imagine going back to a life without her.

When y/n came back into the room, she closed the door behind her, and walked over to sit on the bed, but I sat up, holding my hand out to stop her from moving pass me. I stood up, and she took a small step back so she could face me, looking into my eyes expectantly.

"I think you are....perfect. And I really like you." I told her. As difficult as it was to say it, I felt huge relief once it was out. Weight lifted off my shoulders and I felt relaxed.

The shock on y/n's face washed away quickly, and was replaced with a blush and soft smile as she lowered her gaze.

I've never seen her blush before.

My body seemed to move on its own accord, because before I knew I was going to do it, my hands were already on her. My thumbs rubbing across her warm cheeks, as I held her face.

"You have a pleasant face."

Her smile grew as she began to laugh lightly. "You have a pleasant face too." She responded. "Actually, better than pleasant, handsome really...."

Honestly I couldn't hear her. I was distracted. Her eyes were wider, they were bright, and her lips? They were right here, and beautiful. A couple centimeters away. It would be so easy to....

"Giyu?"

Does she always say my name so beautifully?

"Hm?"

When I met her eyes again, I realized I was being impulsive and unlike me. I dropped my hands from her face, and balled them up at my sides. A confused look appeared on her face.

"Why'd you let go of me?" She asked.

My eyes widened in surprise. My forwardness didn't bother her?

"You.....I..."

She grabbed my hands and put them back on her face, holding them until she was sure I wasn't going to drop them.

"I was going to say that I really like you too."

"You do?"

"Yes." She smiled.

"Really?" I asked, just to be sure.

"Yes." She laughed.

"Can I kiss you?"

I felt her blush reappear beneath my hands. And just like before, I ran my thumbs across her cheeks.

"Yes." She replied.

I wasted no more time with my thoughts before I let my lips touch hers.

We grew comfortable together, slowly getting more confident and deepening the kiss. My hands remained on the sides of her face while hers were holding my wrists.

I could kiss her for hours, her lips were so soft, and she was intoxicating. However I had to end it when I felt a familiar ache growing in my gut.

I let my forehead rest against hers gently as I broke the kiss.

"Giyu?" Her voice was a whisper.

"Yes?"

"That was my first kiss."

Surprised would be an understatement.

"Are you joking?"

"I'm not."

If that was her first kiss then that probably means she hasn't done anything else either. I lifted my head to look at her again. She was an incredible kisser for this to be her first time.

I kissed her lips once more.

"I hope I didn't disappoint." I told her, a smile growing on my lips.

Laughing she stepped closer to me. Our bodies touching now, which startled me to be honest.

She kissed me this time. Quickly deepening it. She got more eager as the kiss went on. It was clear she was unsure of what to do in her quest to get more or whatever it was she was seeking.

I smiled at her actions, as she was practically bouncing on her feet and her hold on my wrists would occasionally tighten and then loosen.

We hugged not too long ago, we just admitted we were attracted to each other, and we kissed. I could help her with this, and not have to second guess anything or be calculating in my behavior.

So I moved my hands to her waist and she put her hands on my shoulders. This didn't seem to be enough though as she pushed herself closer to me, further deepening the kiss by turning her head slightly. There was definitely a shift in the air, bringing that ache back.

A soft moan left her lips.

Almost simultaneously she pulled back, covering her mouth, and then her face, like she was hiding from me.

Before I could speak, she did.

"I'm sorry." She said, still behind her hands.

"For what?" I asked confused, reaching out to pull her hand from her face. She wouldn't let me though, as she was determined to stay hidden. I let my hand drop instead of just pulling her arm down. I chose to close the distance between us again.

I knew she was embarrassed about the noise she just made. But she didn't need to be. It's natural. It was attractive. It was sexy.

I sound so gross.

"That noise. I-I didn't mean to do that."

"That's okay."

Don't tell her you liked it, you're going to sound creepy. It's too soon.

Don't.

Do not.

Don't say anything else.

"I liked it."

You idiot! Why would I say that? Why am I not listening to myself?

Her hands slid down her face slowly. "You.....did?"

"I did."

"O-oh. Okay then." She spoke quietly, not making eye contact.

I inwardly smiled at her bashfulness. "As much as I would like to stay, I should go while the rain has stopped."

That got her attention back. No signs of shyness, just sadness now.

Cute.

I walked to the bed pulling her notebook from underneath her pillow before going to the dresser for a pen.

I wrote down my address and simple directions on how to get there. Then I walked back over to her.

"I'll see you tomorrow right?"

"Of course. Thanks for letting us visit by the way."

"Anytime." I nodded.

"What time should we come?"

"Whenever you want."

"Should we bring anything?"

"No." I smiled.

She touched my lips quickly and softly, almost absently as she smiled too.

"I really like seeing you smile like this." She said.

"Do you?" I asked. The smile remaining on my face.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I'll try to do it more often then."

"Sounds good." She laughed.

"Have a good night?"

"You too. Be safe."

"Okay."

After gathering my clothes, and goodbyes from the kids, she walked me to the door. We shared a kiss goodbye, and much like the last time I was there, the sort of buzzing electric feeling I had in her presence slowly disappeared the further I got away from her. However this time, a dull pang in my chest took its place.

I don't know what it is, but the feelings I have for her, comes with a lot of surprises.

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mera-k1 · 6 months

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Hypnosis Mic - NNN

hypnosis mic leaders x gn!reader

-smut, minors dni

he tries his hardest but Ichiro can't make it the whole month. it's the teasing that makes him lose in the end. he lasts a good two weeks before he does give into your teasing and finally sink into you. he can't even scold you for the unfairness of the challenge because you just feel so good.

Samatoki likes to think that he could go the whole month until he realizes it's actually hard. he doesn't realize how hard it'll be since he'd be under the impression that he's not even allowed to do anything remotely close to sex with you. it's more funny not clarifying it and watching him struggle whenever you tease the shit out of him. He'll last a week, maybe a week and a half if he really tries but he just can't seem to resist you.

Ramuda will do it only if you agree to as well. the whole month is filled with teasing between the two of you to see who will break down and beg to get fucked by the other first. Towards the end of the challenge he gets more whiny and wants you to lose so it could go one of two ways. he either makes it nearly the whole month or breaks down and loses three and a half weeks in.

a man with the most self control you'll ever see, Jakurai can go the whole month with no problems. He didn't get into a relationship with you to fuck you so it wasn't a problem at all. You might think asking him to finger or pleasure you during the month will affect him but he's completely unaffected by it. He'll follow through with the challenge no matter what you may try.

Sasara is busy with comedy work so he thought he'd complete it easily. Wrong. He finds your teasing amusing sometimes until you start getting physical. When your hands start wandering a little too far down and into his pants, he starts wondering if the whole "no nut november" thing is really worth it. In the end, he can only last a little over half of the month.

Kuko can complete the whole month without fail. he is a monk after all and shouldn't have any attachments and patience. he simply does it to prove a point that he doesn't need to fuck you at all to show he loves you. even with your endless teasing throughout the month, he still gets it done and you better believe he'll take you for a wild ride right on the 1st of December.

#♡ fics ♡#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic smut #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic smut #kuko smut #kuko harai x reader #ichiro smut #ichiro yamada x reader #samatoki smut #samatoki aohitsugi x reader #ramuda amemura x reader #ramuda smut #jakurai jinguji x reader #jakurai smut #sasara nurude #sasara smut

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grimmichi-ao3-feed · 6 months

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[New AO3 Fic!] Ichiro's Pathetic Kinktober 2023

by IchiroIsCoolGuy

Smut. Smut never changes. We are but slaves to our own disgusting fantasies, our eyes glued to the bright screens of our phones, as we indulge in our most primal desires (while sitting right next to a sweet old lady on public transportation). For who are we... if not deviants, creatures of desire and fucked-up kinks?

1. Wriothesley/Neuvillette 2. Ichimaru Gin/Kira Izuru 3. Gepard Landau/Sampo Koski 4. Wriothesley/Neuvillette (SPOILERS!) 5. Vinsmoke Sanji/Usopp 6. All For One/Midoriya Izuku (TW) 7. Diamant/Alcryst (SPOILERS) 8. Alhaitham/Kaveh 9. All Might/Midoriya Izuku (TW) 10. Donquixote Doflamingo/Donquixote Rosinante 11. Lán Zhàn/Wèi Yīng (TW) 12. Aizen Sousuke/Kurosaki Ichigo (TW) 13. Tartaglia | Childe/Kaeya (TW) 14. Lán Zhàn/Wèi Yīng 15. Gepard Landau/Sampo Koski 16. Charlotte Katakuri/Monkey D. Luffy 17. Shigaraki Tomura/Midoriya Izuku (TW) 18. Wriothesley/Neuvillette 19. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez/Kurosaki Ichigo (TW)

Words: 55679, Chapters: 20/32, Language: English

Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), Bleach (Anime & Manga), 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), One Piece (Anime & Manga), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Fire Emblem Engage, 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Neuvillette (Genshin Impact), Wriothesley (Genshin Impact), Ichimaru Gin, Kira Izuru, Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Vinsmoke Sanji, Usopp (One Piece), Midoriya Izuku, Sensei | All For One, Diamant (Fire Emblem), Staluke | Alcryst (Fire Emblem), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Donquixote Doflamingo, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Aizen Sousuke, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Charlotte Katakuri, Monkey D. Luffy, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques

Relationships: Neuvillette/Wriothesley (Genshin Impact), Ichimaru Gin/Kira Izuru, Gepard/Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Usopp/Vinsmoke Sanji, Midoriya Izuku/Sensei | All For One, Diamant/Staluke | Alcryst (Fire Emblem), Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Midoriya Izuku/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Donquixote Doflamingo/Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Aizen Sousuke/Kurosaki Ichigo, Kaeya/Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Charlotte Katakuri/Monkey D. Luffy, Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Kinktober 2023, Kinktober, Semi-Public Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Creampie, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Breeding, Trans Male Character, Biting, Multiple Orgasms, Manipulation, Humiliation, Cock Slut, Oral Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Incest, Aphrodisiacs, Condoms, Mpreg, Mind Control, stuck in wall, Spanking, Mind Break, Cheating, Prostitution

Read it now on AO3!

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hope you're doing well. Can I get petplay NSFW about Dom ichiro, gentaro and ramuda with their fem s/o please

Dom! Ichiro, Gentaro and Ramuda with fem!s/o (+ petplay)

femreader, teasing, humping, humiliation (a little), oral (giving), fingering (receiving), Master/pet relationship;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-For one moment I thought that due to his pureness and shyness you would probably be the one who offered this idea, yet..

-You know Ichiro and his nerd side.. There's no way he never watched something with catgirls, and not only anime but hentai too.

-So after some time in relationships with you, when you get close enough and sex wouldn't be such an embarrassing topic for your boyfriend, he slowly would bring you to such a thing.

-"Y.. you know, s/o.. you always look so adorable in this headband.." - looking at small cat ears at the top of your head, Ichiro mumbled, trying to find suitable words. - "So.. I thought that maybe we can try something new..?"

-And despite him sounding so shy and soft during talk, there was unexpected boldness in his action when you two actually got into bed.

-..Just when he had time to order you this underwear? Black, with white and pink ruffles, it was kinda familiar as you see such things on some fanarts with these 'catgirls' or something.

-For the first time, Ichiro would be pretty gentle, as he himself is just a newbie in petplay. Also, it doesn't matter what kind of fantasy you decide to play today, he's always soft dom, just can't be too harsh with you.

-"Here.. Ah, you're such an adorable pet.." - his voice was already so hoarse after little foreplay with you between his thighs. Even his dick spasming in your mouth is more ferverously than usual, as his hand pushes a space between cat ears on your head to force his whole length down your throat. - "Like this, I know my good little kitty can take it.."

-Only after a few times, when you both start to get a taste for such a game, maybe a leash with a pretty pink collar will join your outfit. You seem to enjoy this as much as he is, so why not push a line a little bit more and try this too?

-"Is it not too tight? I don't want my precious pet to feel any discomfort.." - he checks everything again with a soft smile, before reassuringly pets your cheek. - "Everything alright? Then.. Try to call me a Master.."

-But it probably never gets further, like with handcuffs or anything. Even as a dom, Ichiro is pretty soft and attentive, and can't fantasize about something more extreme. It's more like usual sex with him but with few interesting details.

-Also.. Maybe next time you also wouldn't mind cosplaying some of his favorite characters..? Your boyfriend already has a pretty big list..

-This man has so many kinks and can be both submissive and dominating in bed, preferring the second way.

-It's always hard to tell if his words are just another lie or tease, or if your boyfriend actually wants to offer you something.. But that's what makes it all even more amusing, at least in his eyes.

-"Hm.. S/o, I can feel it. Tonight, demons of wild nature will hurt people. To prevent their attack, you should act like an animal, and they wouldn't touch you.." - his serious face changes only when you look at him so confused, giving just the right reaction he was waiting for. - "Well, it's all a lie.. But I still wouldn't mind seeing you like a little bunny, you know?"

-Of course he already has all the needed things. Because it's probably neither the first nor the last time you try to spice up the bedroom, and Gentaro knows how to do it very well.

-So when he gives you such a skimpy outfit, you don't get that embarrassed, as this was kinda akin to other shameful things he asks you to try. Yet your heart still skipped a beat when you showed up in front of him in this new image, noticing his devouring eyes.

-"Mh mmm, that's it. Even your frightened gaze is almost like a little bunny." - he chuckled, sitting back on the bed with a beckoning sign, and as soon as you slowly got closer, he pinned you to bed. - "Don't worry, s/o, I'm not biting. At least in the beginning.."

-As a person who's pretty long in this theme, and as a lying writer, Gentaro knows how to use his words, and this teasing is incomparable. Even if you're a bratty one, there's no way you wouldn't submit under such speeches completely.

-Yet he's still your boyfriend, and he can read when you're comfortable or not, as Gentaro doesn't want to ruin everything and scare you away with too much mockery or harsh actions. So.. praising.

-"That's it. Such a good, obedient bunny.." - his praise along with nimble fingers deep inside your pussy melts you even more than any teasing can ever. - "Keep your voice loud like that, I want to know how good it makes my little pet feel.."

-Absolutely love the Master/pet dynamic and would prefer you to call him only like that during tonight's session.

-And the more you allow the more he will try to do, as there are still a bunch of things he wants to try with you, and it's just the tip of the iceberg.

-In the beginning of your relationship, he would only show his bright cheerful side, all cute and playful, but so so soft..!

-Only after some time his teasing turns into taunting, still in a sweet voice but with a more dominating side. Ramuda loves and wants to be in the lead here, so soon he would push you to petplay too.

-"Hehe, you always look so pathetic when you blush like that.. But in a cute way, you know?" - Devilish giggle makes you furrow your brows and look away, and then the same furtive tone finishes you, tickles your ear in a close whisper. - "Ne ne, maybe you would be a cute pet too? Such a role would suit you pretty much, s/o.."

-It's so unexpected to see your small precious boyfriend being so dominating and harsh.. Yet isn't this what makes your game even more interesting?

-Of course, as for a designer, it would be a shame to buy needed things in the store for Ramuda! So he would sew you the prettiest lingerie, only in pink and white colors, with a bunch of bows and ruffles, like for a doll. And of course all accessories also would be hand made by him.

-But despite him preparing everything so well and carefully, Ramuda wouldn't give you that much time to get used to this embarrassing role, titillating your nerves and body with more mockery.

-"Ahh..! I knew it! I knew you would look just adorable..!" - with a ringing chuckle, he looks down at you sitting on your knees in front of him. There's a leash in his hand, yet he still uses his knee to lift your head and meet your gaze. - "Especially when you're crouching so low at my feet.. Like a small adorable puppy, hehe.."

-He's a fan of humiliation, but in some playful way, more like a mockery that makes your thighs squeeze together and heart beating faster. Even if you never thought about trying such a thing before, the way your boyfriend puts his words quickly changes your mind.

-Just how someone with such an angelic face and lithe frame can be so devilish? Yet slowly Ramuda would take more and more liberties in bed.

-"Come on, s/o, bark for me..! You already act just like a puppy in heat, so why not?" - the toe of his shoe pressing your crotch so voluptuous and provocative, you can't help but keep humping his leg, obediently following his teasing order. - "Yes, like this! Dogs can't talk, after all, aren't they?"

-For Ramuda there are no boundaries or lines, and he can experiment as much as he wants. The main question is how far you would be ready to fall in this lewding games? Don't worry, he's always ready not to tease, but also to reward his little puppy for being so submissive..!

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minato-division03 · 1 year

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Behind The Glass Stains I

R.I.P Märchen Drama Track 1

Warnings (MDNI): angst, dark humor, sexual humor, smut, deceit, con, stalking, abusive relationship, domestic violence, yandere, abusive family, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of sexual assault, prostitution, drugs, addiction, human trafficking, violence, gore, blood, character deaths. These warnings are not exclusive to this album in particular, they’re more so for the general plot.

Word Count: 10,225

Who would’ve known throwing a party could be so stressful?

Especially when the entire unit was being put together by only one person.

Just where was the help when she needed it?

She circled around the long coffee table, her messy muted-rose and chiffon-white curls tumbling over her shoulders when she bent down to gently drop small pillows on the floor.

Her ears perked, hearing the elevator stop at her floor in a far-off distance.

She glanced over at the closed door. With every slight movement as she turned, her eyes seemed to change patterns of colors. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her black knit cardigan that was two sizes too big, tapping on the screen.

Was it twelve in the afternoon, already…?

Thirty-five seconds until they reached her unit.

She slowly placed the last pillow at the end of the table. She took her time as she made her way to the front door.

She opened the door, finding Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo Yamada standing on the other side, Ichiro’s hand raised to knock.

The three of them jumped back in surprise. Each of them had in their hands, colorful gift bags stuffed with equally-colorful tissue paper.

Taking in their bewildered expressions, the corners of her lips lift into a warm smile, her iridescent eyes beaming and the long scar across her nose wrinkling slightly.

Ichiro shook his head and his puzzled expression was quickly overtaken by a gleeful one.

“Juri-san!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her.

Juri Yumesato was a twenty-two year-old woman with snow-white skin and foreign features— enough for her to somewhat pass as a Caucasian woman. She laughed, her voice gentle and inviting, and patted his arms. “Well, hello to you too.” She looked over to the younger brothers with a loving gaze. “And Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun! It’s wonderful to see you too!” She gathered the sides of her cardigan with one hand and opened the door further with the other as she stepped aside. “You three were supposed to be here an hour ago,” she teased.

Ichiro lifted his gift bag for her to see as he stepped inside, his brothers following. “We completely underestimated the stress of birthday shopping.”

The door clicked shut behind them as Juri followed behind, and at that sound, it hit them how effortlessly they were welcomed into her home.

Ichiro’s eyes scanned the room as he removed his shoes. The blue and white banner that adorned the walls, the dining table in the far back that’s been covered with a white satin tablecloth and littered with light blue, white, and gold confetti. Garlands of baby blue, white, silver, and gold balloons were scattered around the dining table and along the window wall. On the grey couch was a stack of large stuffed lions with gold crowns on their heads. Resting against the couch was a life-size wooden plaque painted white and carved into the shape of an open story book. Written across the pages was an excerpt from a storybook painted in large, elegant black letters. The unit would have been presentable had it not been for the pool of balloons carelessly scattered all across the living room.

“Where’s Ayato?” Jiro asked eagerly.

Juri placed her right hand over her cheek and tilted her head. “He’s asleep at the moment…” She caught Jiro hanging his head in disappointment. She placed a hand on his shoulder tenderly. “However, I reckon he won’t be for much longer.”

Saburo gestured to the gifts in his and his brothers’ hands. “Don’t mind that dimwit. Where should we put these presents?”

“Who the hell’re you calling a ‘dimwit’?!”

“Well maybe because you are one—”

Ichiro quickly clamped his hands over their mouths, dropping the present that was formerly in his hands. “Both of you, shut up!” he hissed quietly.

Juri bit her lips nervously, tearing her eyes away from the hallway. “Umm… why don’t you boys go ahead and set the presents by that table over there?”

Only when the younger brothers nodded did Ichiro release his hands. They gasped for air, like they’d been holding in their breaths for an eternity. Jiro took the present that his older brother had dropped and scurried over to set down their presents along with Saburo.

“We just need to gather all of these balloons into bouquets and attach them to these stuffed animals,” Juri explained, pointing to all of the separate elements. “Then we can set those up on either sides of the dining table and in certain spots around the house. The cake and food should be here any minute, so we can finish up in the meantime.”

Ichiro checked his phone. “Well, the guests are gonna be here in two hours, that should be more than enough time.”

“You’d never believe what Jiro tried to get for Ayato,” Saburo whisper-shouted from across the room.

Juri picked up one of the balloons by the stack of plush lions. She paused and looked up to be met with the youngest brother running her way.

“Jiro was convinced Ayato would want a soccer ball,” Ichiro testified, gathering together a bunch of balloons.

“Oh? What changed your mind?”

“Nii-chan said that someone like Ayato wouldn’t know what to do with it!”

Juri chuckled. “On the contrary… I’d like to see what he would do with a soccer ball.”

“Definitely not soccer,” Ichiro laughed.

“Well, sure,” Juri said, lowering the tied balloons on her lap. “Soccer is most certainly not what he would be doing.”

“See, Jiro?” Saburo sneered. “You’re so stupid that—”

Ichiro shot Saburo a sharp glare and he returned the look with a shamed dip of the head.

Ichiro let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped on the couch beside the stack of balloons. “Yeah, you see what I have to deal with everyday?”

The Yamada brothers had been visiting her apartment frequently for over a year and a half now. Perhaps it was because they knew Juri rarely ever left the building, but they sometimes even crashed by her unit without any prior notice.

Not that Juri minded— she enjoyed the company.

Even if the younger ones were always at each other’s throats…

Every single time…

Juri’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She reached for it and checked for whatever message had hit her. “Oh! It would seem that the cake and food have arrived.”

Ichiro peered into her phone. “Oh, she’s going to need some help getting all of that up here.” He turned to his younger brothers. “Think you guys could go back down and help bring up the goods?”

“Right now?” Saburo asked. “But we just got here…”

“You dumbass,” Jiro nagged. “Didn’t I tell you you’re supposed to do as nii-chan says and not question it?”

“And didn’t I tell you to do something about that blind devotion of yours?” Ichiro scolded.

“Ahahaha!” Saburo cackled. “What a moron!”

“Saburo…”

“S-Sorry, Ichi-nii! Jiro… and I will go bring the food up here.”

They both scurried out of the apartment, leaving Ichiro and Juri alone.

It was silent between them for the next while as they worked to make more balloon bouquets. Yet, neither of them seemed to mind the absence of sound. As Ichiro gathered his hoard of balloons, he caught a glimpse of the slight discoloration of dark circles that contrasted against her bright iridescent eyes. Her eyes were concentrated on forming her balloon bouquet, despite the drowsiness that she was trying to hide.

She caught his staring and laughed. “My, are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me out, blow partner?”

The color of Ichiro’s cheeks flared up intensely.

Juri giggled and patted his lap. “It was another joke, I’m sorry.”

Ichiro sighed and fanned himself using his hoodie, the red in his cheeks never dying. “No, you’re not…”

“No, I’m not. But that expression of yours when you get embarrassed never ceases to amuse me.”

He covered his face with his fingers. “Okay, enough of that…”

Juri set down her now-inflated balloon and picked up another. “Oh, you know they’re just harmless teasing. Had that really made you uncomfortable, I’d have stopped a long time ago.”

Dammit, he knew she was right. And yet he still had the same reaction every time.

Juri’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and showed the screen to Ichiro with a smile. “Oh… it would seem the chicken is ready to be freed from the oven.”

“Well, thank god, that smell is so good and I’m starving!” Ichiro exclaimed cheekily.

Juri smiled mischievously. “Wonderful, I hope you and the guests have an appetite because we will have enough food to feed the entire apartment complex.”

“You’re not human.”

“Who knows, I very well may not be,” Juri said mischievously as she made her way to the kitchen. “Oh! And how perfect! The three of them have arrived on this floor.”

“Watch, I’ll bet you’re wrong this time,” Ichiro said smugly.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Juri said, as she opened the oven. The scent of savory sesame oil and lightly charred honey had hit her right in the face and slowly began to fill the unit. It was just the perfect blend of savory, sweet, buttery, and roasty. “My ears have never betrayed me.”

“Just get that chicken out of the oven and watch,” Ichiro said as he formed together another bouquet of balloons. “Which, by the way, smells awesome as fuck, but this is gonna be the time where you’re wrong. Watch it be a random neighbor.”

“Making pointless bets to try and stump me will do you no good, Ichiro-san, I can hear their voices and smell the cluster of food coming this way.” Although her words were somewhat condescending, she remained playful. Her gentle smile remained on her face as she pulled the savory goodness out of the oven with the aid of kitchen gloves.

It was incredibly out of character for him, but amusing. Ichiro was always the one who was telling his brothers to behave. Yet here he was, acting like a competitive kid himself when his brothers weren’t around.

Ichiro tensed as he finally heard the cluster of footsteps. His hope was gradually decreasing as he heard the footsteps outside grow louder and louder.

He completely lost hope when the footsteps had come to a stop and a pair of keys had been inserted into the keyhole. His eyes instead traveled to Juri, who was now reaching around him to pick up the already-inflated balloons.

“I tried to tell you~” Juri said as she carefully bunched them together.

“Yeah, yeah…” Ichiro muttered, hearing the front door swing open.

In bursted the younger Yamada brothers, along with Reiaki Suzubayashi, a very well-known and beloved special effects artist and influencer in Roppongi, Minato. In her hands were a stack of platters covered in tin foil and a large blue box that was oh-so carefully sealed. Jiro and Saburo rushed past her to set their enormous trays of food on the dining table. Reiaki’s plum-colored eyes beamed when they landed on Ichiro.

She peered around the large stack of trays in her hands. “Ichiro! Hey!” she exclaimed. “Just gimme a second to put these down and I’ll get to you!”

Seeing the bright smile from Reiaki was more than enough to let him forget the feeling of defeat just moments ago.

She quickly set her things down and rushed over to Ichiro, slinging an arm over his (too-tall-for-her) shoulders. “Hey! How’ve you been?”

Ichiro chuckled nervously. His eyes trailed after Juri, who made her way to the younger brothers with her balloon bouquet. She thanked them for helping Reiaki and they replied with eager nods, like two puppies.

Reiaki’s eyes followed his gaze. “Did he lose again, Juri-chan?” she asked loudly.

Juri only shrugged. “I told him not to try.”

Reiaki stared Ichiro dead in the eye before bursting into a fit of laughter. She elbowed him aggressively. “Heh, you never learn, do you?”

Ichiro sighed, rubbing his ribs where Reiaki had elbowed him. “I don’t even know why I bother… Was kinda hoping she’d be wrong, just this once…”

“Give it up, dude. That’s never happening.”

Juri smiled and made her way back to the couch. “Thank you for picking up the food, Reiaki-chan. That must have been quite the road trip.”

Reiaki threw her arms in the air in exasperation. “Oh, let me tell you! The last place I had to stop by— the pasta and risotto, they said they made a mistake in the order and had to start all over!”

“And you ended up having to 'wait a freaking eternity’ for the food to arrive.”

“And I had to wait a freaking eternity for the food to arrive!” Reiaki flung her arms on Juri, the impact forcing Juri to take a few steps back. “See, you understand me! Argh, anyway— what the hell happened? You guys only got eight bouquets done?”

“Oh, my apologies,” Juri said, linking arms with Ichiro. “We were far too busy having a little fun, if you know what I mean…”

Reiaki smirked and lifted Juri’s chin with a finger. “Ohh… got yourself a blow partner, I see?”

“Sorry to break it to you, darling, but that joke had already been used. And goodness, not in front of the minors,” Juri said, playfully slapping Reiaki’s arm. Her eyes took in, not only Ichiro’s, but Jiro and Saburo’s flushed faces, as well.

All frozen in place— even Ichiro, who had already been exposed to that particular nickname today.

“WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU LIKE THIS?!” Jiro shrieked, shaking Reiaki’s shoulders aggressively.

“SSSHHHH!!”

Jiro’s voice was louder than all of the other four combined and they hurriedly clamped all of their hands over his mouth.

“Jiro, you idiot!” Saburo hissed.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jiro yelled.

“What the hell are you doing!” Saburo yelled back.

“Ma…”

…

What…?

“Mama…?”

Oh no…

… was what everyone was thinking.

Ichiro socked Jiro and Saburo on the head. “Dammit, you guys…”

“What do we do?” Reiaki whispered as she gripped onto Juri’s arms, her eyes enormous. “We still have over two hours left…!”

“Sorry…” both Jiro and Saburo said simultaneously, hanging their heads down in shame.

“Um…” For once, Juri was actually stumped.

“Mama?”

Oh crap…

Ichiro gently pushed Juri towards the hallway. “Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen… Juri-san, you go and keep him busy. “Reiaki-san, Jiro, Saburo,” Ichiro paused to shoot his younger brothers a death glare, “and I will finish up the decorations here.”

“For two hours…?!” Juri whisper-shouted as Ichirio kept pushing her down the hall.

“Yes, yes, I’ll let you know when everything is done and all the guests arrive,” Ichiro replied. He stopped in front of a door and gave her a playful shove into the room. “See ya in a few hours!”

He shut the door behind him, leaving the woman to fend for herself.

She sighed.

Her line of sight lifted from the floor and moved to the side of the room and her eyes latched on to what was there.

Her previous troubles melted away and her heart warmed.

“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?”

“Introducing…”

“The…”

Juri slowly pushed aside the royal blue streamers that hung from the ceiling and set foot into the living room, her other arm wrapped around someone that was less than half her height.

“Birthday boy!”

Reiaki, Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo were gathered in the living room, along with dozens of children of all ages. Each of the children had a sticker shaped into different numbers stuck onto their person. They all clapped loudly when Juri emerged from the streamers.

“Happy Birthday, Ayato!” everyone cheered.

In Juri’s arms was a toddler. The shiny, gold paper crown he wore on top of his head flattened his abundance of chiffon-white hair that matched the ends of Juri’s hair.

In spite of the cheering, Juri watched as the toddler’s confused yet curious eyes danced around the room and the way the rainbow-like colors in his irises changed patterns every time they darted around the room.

Juri chuckled and turned to the crowd. “He’s like, ‘who are all these people and what have they done to my house’?”

The crowd bursted into laughter.

“Wow…” he babbled quietly.

“Woooow,” Juri repeated, her voice dramatically lighter and bubblier in tone.

He looked Juri in the eye. Utter joy filled his eyes and half of his face was now taken over by a big smile. He squealed and clapped his hands together gleefully.

“Wow, wow, wow!” he squealed in between claps.

Juri giggled and nuzzled her cheeks against his. “Happy Birthday, my lovely Ayato,” she said in English. She faced the other guests, reverting back to Japanese. “Please! Help yourselves to some food and drinks!”

The crowd of children immediately raced to the table, where all the dishes that Reiaki had brought had been spread out for the eyes (and in any second, the mouths too) to feast on.

Reiaki placed her palms over Ayato’s cheeks and gave them a gentle squish. “Happy Birthday, dude!”

“Splendid job on the decorations, you guys,” Juri said. She turned to the Yamada brothers. “And thank you three for bringing the children from the orphanage for today’s celebration.”

Jiro snickered. “Aw, it’s no big deal! They like Ayato a lot, so they were more than happy to come!”

“I’m surprised you managed to keep him in his room for over two hours,” Saburo hummed, poking Ayato’s plump cheeks. The toddler squealed in Juri’s arms and held his hand up to give Saburo a smack on the face when Juri pulled his tiny hand away before it could land a hit.

“He was doing alright for the first twenty minutes,” Juri chuckled tiredly. “But then he heard everyone from his room and kept wanting to see what was happening outside.”

“Oh, he just didn’t wanna be left out,” Reiaki laughed before giving the taller girl a peck on the cheek.

Juri, confused but not at all shocked, used her sleeve to wipe off the coral kiss mark that was left right underneath her scar. “Oh, honey… not when you have makeup on…”

“Teehee!”

Ichiro pointed at the two girls. “You sure you two ain’t dating…?”

Both women hugged tightly, sandwiching the birthday boy between them.

“Just roommates!” they giggled.

Juri felt a light tug on her jeans and she looked down.

One of the orphans had one hand on a plate full of food and the other gripping onto Juri’s jeans. “Someone’s at the door,” she said with her mouth full.

“Thank you for letting me know,” Juri said, patting the girl’s head. “But don’t talk with your mouth full.”

The little girl scurried off while scarfing down the rest of her plate.

Juri turned to the Yamada brothers. “Would you boys mind setting up while I go get the door?”

“Who is it?” asked Reiaki.

“It sounds like neighbor-san,” Juri said.

Reiaki’s eyes widened. “Oh, her! I forgot— she said she was gonna send a present for Ayato.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” Juri said, following her roommate to the front door.

Reiaki opened the door, revealing a woman twice her age with familiar features. With familiar metallic blue hair and friendly, but piercing blue eyes.

“Shirazuki-san!” Reiaki feigned surprise. She quickly— but politely— bowed. Ayato stared at them, entirely confused, but proceeded to do the same. “Thank you so much for coming!”

“Yes, thank you very much,” Juri added, bowing as well.

The elder woman chuckled and handed Reiaki a colossal gift bag. “Don’t mention it. I have a lesson to attend to in just a little bit, so I’m afraid I can’t stay for too long. I’m just sorry my daughter couldn’t be here to deliver the present herself, she really put a lot of thought into it.”

Juri chuckled. “Ah, yes, the life of a world-renowned idol never seems to end, now does it? Oh— but Miku-san only has a few days left of promotions, does she not?”

“Yes, yes, that’s right,” sighed Miku’s mother. “Right after promotion season, she’ll be extra busy during the holidays. She won’t have time to come back to visit.”

“My, how exhausting,” Juri said. “It will be the same for Reiaki-chan. The holidays are the busiest times of the year for her. Unfortunate, it is. Nevertheless, please give Miku-san my gratitude for the gift she left for my son.”

“Oh, actually?” Reiaki chimed in. “Her number isn’t until 18:30, so she could be on break right now. I can put her on video chat right now…”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary—” Juri began.

But Reiaki had already dialed the number.

Juri listened to the ringing sound and sighed, knowing exactly what was coming her way. Then the screen switched to a white room. The phone was seemingly resting against a makeup table. The blue-haired idol retreated to her seat after taking a moment to adjust her phone.

She was certainly more dolled up than Juri was used to seeing her. Dressed in a black strapless top paired with an asymmetrical tulle skirt, cinched with two black belts. From her jawline, her neck, along her arms, she was painted with thin streams of midnight-blue smoke patterns. She quickly glanced at Reiaki through her own phone, revealing the streaks of both fine and chunky glitter that trickled from beneath her eyes to down her cheeks, the light reflecting off the flakes to mimic tears.

“Yes?” was all she said.

“Hey, Miku-chan!” Reiaki greeted.

“Did you get my present?” Miku asked distractedly as sat down in front of a makeup station. Her sugary-sweet timbre was a stark contrast to her stone-cold delivery. She retracted her hands, revealing the midnight blue glyphs that were painted on both palms.

“We did!” Reiaki panned the phone down to show off the gift bag (which was half her height) in her hands. “Thanks for sending a present, you really didn’t have to!”

Miku turned to face them. “If I didn’t get him something, my mom would’ve. Is she still there?”

“Hi, Miku,” Miku’s mother said, peering into Reiaki’s phone. Juri watched how her eyes softened upon seeing her daughter’s face. “Congratulations on topping the charts again this season.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“And it looks like my replacement for the day did a good job on your look today!” Reiaki snickered.

Miku slightly adjusted the headpiece made of faux thorns that had been resting on top of her head. “I like the look of your work more, but it’s easier to dance in this—” Her cold blue eyes landed on Juri and darkened, turning icy.

“Why’s she there?” Miku asked dryly.

“Miku!” her mother gasped.

Juri stifled a laugh. Of course… For a multitude of reasons that Juri could theorize but not finalize on, the Miku Shirazuki who was loved by the public just had a strange distaste for the stay-at-home mother ever since they were introduced to each other by Reiaki.

Reiaki narrowed her eyes. “She’s Ayato’s mom, of course she’s going to be here to oversee his birthday.”

“You gotta move out,” Miku clicked her tongue. “I just don’t…” she took a few seconds to contemplate her next set of words. “Nevermind. But I’m worried about you and that baby.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you— gah!” Reiaki caught herself before she could plummet to the floor. When she peered down, one of the orphans was hugging her legs, eyes gleaming.

“Is that Miku Shirazuki?!” she cried.

All heads turned to Reiaki.

“Miku Shirazuki?!”

“Okay, that’s enough, thanks again for your present— bye-bye, now!” Reiaki said quickly and hung up the phone.

“I’m so sorry, Juri-chan…” Miku’s mother apologized while Reiaki snatched Ayato from Juri and shooed away the flood of children. “I really don’t know why she’s like that towards you…”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Juri chuckled, not at all bothered by Miku’s words. Her eyes darted to Reiaki, who instructed the children to sit in rows in the middle of the living room. “It’s no issue at all.”

She and Miku’s mother exchanged goodbyes and Juri made her way to the seats that were completely veiled by an opaque white cloth and stationed in front of the window wall.

“Thank you for setting this all up,” Juri whispered to Saburo.

“Per your instructions,” he replied as he joined his brothers in the spectating seats.

Juri giggled, assuming her position behind the two chairs. The children were seated on the floor as Reiaki had instructed. Ayato was seated on Reiaki’s lap and the Yamada brothers pulled up chairs behind the row of children, overseeing them. Juri clapped her hands together, the loud sound overpowering the murmurs from the audience made up of children and teens. Within seconds, all attention was on her.

“So! I’ve been told time and time again how much you all enjoyed my little mentalist show last time! I hope today’s act will serve as a fantastic follow-up.”

“I still don’t know how you did that last time!” shouted one of the teens.

“Yeah! How did you do that?!”

“Hmm… how did I do that, indeed…” Juri hummed. “Keep your eyes and ears open, perhaps you will catch onto something this time.” She pulled two coins out from the pockets of her cardigan. “Now catch!”

She tossed the coins into the crowd, turning her back to the audience the moment the coins left her hand. The orphans immediately scrambled to grab hold of the coins.

“Careful, now! You will have ten seconds to pass those coins around!” Juri announced as she closed her eyes to avoid catching the reflection of the audience in the window. “And I, as of this moment, cannot see who has the coins in their hands. Only one person can have a coin at a time as you’re passing them around. By the end of the countdown, you should either have one coin with you or no coins! Is that understood?”

“Yes!”

“Start the countdown!”

“Ten!” Reiaki exclaimed as she clapped her hands and the kids immediately began passing the coins around noisily. “Nine!”

The Yamada Brothers joined in, clapping their hands together. “Eight! Seven!”

“Six!”

Ayato, clueless as to what was happening, began clapping along. Granted, not in rhythm with the others.

“Five!”

Hearing that the countdown was coming to an end, the kids sped up their movements, shoving the coins over to the next person.

“Four!”

Juri tilted her head slightly, still keeping her eyes closed. The noise created by the mayhem of the enthusiastic crowd flooded her ears.

“Three!”

Such chaos, and yet it all came together in an unorthodox way. She found herself tapping on her own hand to the disorganized beat.

“Two!”

She picked apart the noises, singling on the sound of nails scraping against metal.

“One!”

Juri held up a hand. “Stop! The countdown has ended! Whoever has the coins right now, stop passing them around!”

The bustling crowd immediately stilled. They then scrambled to get back to their designated spots on the floor.

“Before I turn around, everybody, whether you are in possession of the coins or not, hide the coins in your hands and hide them behind your back!”

“And make sure not to give any hints away!” Reiaki announced in a sing-song voice. “Make sure Juri onee-chan doesn’t know you have the coins with you and make sure she doesn’t know which hand your coins are in, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ready?” Juri called. “I’m turning around right now!”

Every one of the children had their hands behind their backs. Some had a cocky grin, some of their eyes went as wide as was humanly possible, some had the most blank expression a child could ever make, which was oddly… creepy.

Her eyes then moved to the number badges that they were all wearing.

“Numbers four and twelve,” Juri said and placed her hands over the chairs in front of her, “Be sure to keep your hands behind your backs and please! Come up here and have a seat. Pick any random seat— you may sit in whichever chair you feel like. As for the rest of you, please keep your hands behind your backs, still!” she said as the two chosen kids searched for a seat. “Because we don’t truly know if these two are the ones with the coins. So, until this trick is over, we are going to pretend that you do have the coins. Should we see if I guessed correctly?”

A wave of ‘yes!’ echoed through the sea of orphans.

Juri clapped her hands together as she stepped behind the first chair. “Alright, then! So, person number…” She took a few steps to the side so she could get a better look at their stickers. The kid in the first chair looked a little too eager to be in the seat— confident, even. His eyes were shining and he had his hands tightly balled into fists and was swinging his feet with much excitement. “Number 4! Please hold both of your hands out in front of you, faced down, okay?”

“Okay!” he exclaimed as he jolted his fists forward, almost punching the air. “What next?!”

Juri chuckled. “Alright, so for the people in the audience, I need you all to shout out a color— any color at all. Go!”

And with that, every one of the children began shouting a dissonant mishmash of colors.

She tapped the boy on his right shoulder. “Go ahead and pick two colors.”

He squirmed in his seat excitedly. “Um! White! And… Green?”

“White and green, it is!” Juri announced as the shouting died down. “Now, if the coin is in this hand,” she paused, tapping on his right knuckle, “think ‘white,’” She then tapped on his left knuckle. “And if the coin is in this hand, think ‘green.’ And remember, whether or not you have the coin with you, I want you to still pretend you do. So without telling me, really concentrate on the color that matches the hand that the coin is in. Is it in the white hand or is it in the green hand?”

He said nothing more and stared straight at her, his eyes feigning a death glare as Juri took a few seconds to take in his silence.

Juri chuckled. “My goodness, what a look you’ve got there! I believe you’re thinking ‘white,’ so the coin is in this hand,” she said as she tapped on his right knuckle. “Turn it over so that I can see.”

As if it weren’t possible, his eyes brightened even more as he slowly turned his right hand over and opened his fist.

Juri reached into his palm and held up what he’d been hiding in his fist.

The coin.

She smiled and looked over at the kid in the second chair. “As for you, I want you to do exactly as—”

They shifted in their chair slightly so that they were fully facing Juri, completely shielding their back from her.

Juri chuckled. “Clever, you are! Pick a hand to have the coin in, and just like before— hold your hands straight out in front of you.”

The kid in the second chair was slightly younger and far less giddy than the previous. Their eyes were wide with concern and they were holding their breaths.

No… they’re nervous about accidentally giving the answer away. How cute…

Juri smiled and faced the crowd. “Now, then! Shout out any animal you can think of! Go!”

The kids began screaming out a mishmash of different animals. From the most common of pets, to the most obscure, to completely made-up species.

Juri rubbed the kid’s shoulder, easing their apparent tension. “Pick any two animals that you hear.”

“Er…” they stammered. “Dragon… And…” They paused and leaned forward slightly to get a better listen at what their friends were shouting. “Um… Spider?”

“Dragon and spider!” Juri repeated, holding back a laugh. “So when I tap on both of your hands, I want you to say ‘yes’ both times to my questions.” Juri immediately tapped on their tiny left hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”

“Yes…” they quaked.

Juri tapped on their other hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”

“Yes…!”

Juri chuckled, keeping her eyes on the little one’s wavering eyes. “You must be thinking ‘dragon,’ so the coin is in this hand right here.” She tapped on their left knuckle. “Let me see, turn it over.”

The kid gulped slightly and flipped both hands over, revealing their hands for everyone to see.

“Two out of two!” Reiaki exclaimed, pointing to the coin.

Which was indeed in their left hand.

“She did it!” Jiro added excitedly.

“Round of applause, everyone!” Reiaki clapped. The orphans quickly copied Reiaki and clapped for the act that they genuinely admired.

Juri raised a hand, silencing the applause. “Oh? But we’re not finished, yet.” She waited a few seconds, allowing the children to voice their confusion. She took a few steps to the side. “You see, I actually knew you two would pick those answers. The color, the very type of animal, not to mention,” she paused to point to the stickers on their clothing, “even the numbers you all chose for yourself when you first arrived.”

“No way!” the boy teased. “I don’t believe you!”

“Prove it!” someone shouted from the crowd.

“Oh dear…” Juri sighed into her hand. “What to do…? Hm… let’s put it this way: see, you all in the audience could have shouted anything, my two little helpers up here could have heard anything and picked anything, however! Person number four specifically chose which color and person number 12 opted for which animal, again?”

“White and dragon!” the orphans answered back.

“Precisely,” Juri said. “So with that being said, person number four and twelve? Why don’t the two of you come down and remove the cloths from those chairs?”

Confused, the first boy hopped off his chair while the other slowly climbed down.

Simultaneously, they pulled away the white fabric. Person number four reached under his chair and pulled something out to show everybody.

Gasps echoed throughout the living room.

Flabbergasted, the orphans in the room began checking their respective stickers.

On the first chair, there was a large sheet of paper taped to it and painted in bold royal blue paint, was a ‘4’. As for the second chair, there was a large blue ‘12’ painted on.

“Numbers four and twelve, just like I had predicted!” Juri said. “But that’s not all! Take a look under their chairs!”

It was a plush white dragon stuffed animal that was half his height.

His eyes widened and quickly moved to find his fellow helper. They, too, had a white dragon plush in their hands.

“It would seem that I had guessed correctly,” Juri giggled.

“How’d you know number four and twelve would get the coins?!” yelled one teen.

“No! How’d you know we’d pick that color and animal!” shouted another.

“No fair!”

Juri held a finger to her lips. “Unless you can figure it all out on your own, I’m afraid I cannot give away my secrets so easily,” she said mischievously.

One of the older kids walked up to her with Ayato in her arms. She covered her face with the toddler and used her hands to wave his like he was a toy. “But how did you do iiiiit?” she whined, making her voice sound drastically higher in pitch.

Juri stifled a laugh as she took the girl’s hands and lowered Ayato to the floor. “If you had kept your eyes and ears open, you would have noticed something—”

“Juri onee-chan! The baby!”

Startled, Juri quickly looked down to the floor and lo and behold, Ayato was definitely not standing there anymore. Her eyes scanned the living room rapidly when she heard a tiny little pair of feet thumping against the floor at an inconsistent—but swift— pace. Then the sound of his incoherent babbles filled the room.

Juri looked back at the girl. “Keep your eyes and ears open, not like how I forgot to do just now.”

For a one year old, Ayato sure was an agile little critter, dodging every person reaching to grab him and maneuvering around a crowded space. All the while with the world’s biggest grin on his face. He squealed and clapped his hands as he maneuvered around the apartment full of people.

“Ayato, get back here!” one of the orphans hollered.

“Ayatooooooo!”

“Juri-san, are you sure this guy’s only one?!” Saburo exclaimed as he missed the toddler that darted past him.

Reiaki finally caught up with the toddler and dragged him out from under the table by the foot, cradling him to her chest with a heavy sigh of relief. “My god… if I’m this tired chasing a toddler, I’m really done for…”

Jiro planted his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “You know what this is like? In those anime where the baby has some weird superpower and is causing all the chaos in the world!”

“Jiro, you moron!” Saburo yelled. “This is reality, not an anime! Are you so stupid that you think superpowers really exist?!”

“You gonna tell me he’s not inhuman?!”

“Obviously, you bastard—”

Reiaki slammed her fist on Saburo’s head. “Children are here!”

Juri walked over to Reiaki, watching how Ayato squirmed in her hands with an ear-splitting whine. “You may not have superpowers, but my goodness, just where do you get all this energy from? Certainly not from your father!”

Ichiro laughed and adjusted Ayato’s paper crown, despite the smaller one’s fit. “Definitely not! Ayato’s been spending way too much time around Reiaki oba-chan!”

The blonde girl stuck her tongue out at them.

Juri gently slapped Ichiro’s hand away. “Watch those hands, it took years off my lifespan to get his hair looking even remotely decent.”

Ichiro took a step back and held his hands up in surrender.

“If his hair is anything like yours,” Jiro said, “Then it’s a mess at all times, so who cares?”

Urgh…

Reiaki rested her chin on Juri’s shoulder while she firmly held Ayato in place. “So… do I get to see what the baby daddy looks like?”

Juri chuckled awkwardly. “You know I don’t have photos of him.”

Ichiro pinched Ayato’s cheek. “Plus, Ayato doesn’t really look like his dad— he gets all his features from you. An even more Japanese version of you.”

“Um… I’m Japanese, too, you know…?” Juri chuckled awkwardly.

“Half-Japanese,” Saburo interjected.

“I’m still Japanese, though…”

Reiaki laughed. “Not like you were born here— wait, Juri-chan, your hand!”

“Huh?” Juri looked down at her hand.

Across her palm was a thin laceration— not nearly deep enough to be considered a gash, but enough that blood was being spilt.

Juri quickly checked Ayato’s clothes for any signs of blood. A small amount had smeared at the bottom of his hoodie.

Then she quickly took a look at Ichiro’s hand. Thankfully, nothing.

But how…? When did she even get a cut like that?

Ichiro tugged on her sleeve. “Come on, let’s go get that first aid kit.”

“Oh no, it is but a small scratch…”

“You guys go,” Reiaki said, tugging at Ayato's hoodie, being careful to avoid the drying blood on the fabric. “I’ll get him changed.”

Ichiro nodded and took Juri by the sleeve, dragging her to her room before she could say anything.

Her room was rather plain. A small platform bed tucked away in one corner of the room, its white blankets and pillows piled messily on top. Right next to that was a small white coffee table and sitting over top was a single closed laptop.

Her room was pretty minimal, but definitely wasn’t as clean as Juri would have normally left it.

Ichiro shot Juri a knowing look.

She fiddled with her fingers and averted her eyes. “Please spare me, I haven’t had the time…”

Ichiro sighed and made his way over to her closet. He found the first aid kit straight away— stashed away on the very top shelf.

He turned around, with the kit in hand, to find Juri sitting on the edge of her bed, examining her bloodied palm.

She really hadn’t noticed…

Even now, the only feeling she felt from her hands was the cold, wet blood that trickled to her fingers.

Ichiro took a seat beside her, and took her hand in his, gazing at the crimson liquid that looked incredibly dark in color against her near pure-white skin. He immediately began wiping away the blood with a gauze. Despite his hands being significantly larger than hers, he was being incredibly gentle when handling the slender, delicate digits.

“Hey…”

“Yes?”

Ichiro wiped away the blood when they flowed back to the surface. “Have you thought about what I asked you before?”

“About?” she asked, already knowing where the conversation was heading.

“Joining the Division Rap Battle.”

For months now, both the Yamada brothers and Reiaki had been pestering her about forming a representative rap team for Minato. Every time, she would turn them down and they would ask her again.

Juri kept her eyes on Ichiro’s hands. “You know I don’t care for territory battles, let alone the Division Rap Battle.”

“Come on…” Ichiro said as he reached for the bandaid. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, you’ve rapped against me before. Don’t you think you should be using your strength to do what’s right?”

“‘To do what’s right’… Is there any merit in entering when I have no personal motivation to do so?” Juri closed her eyes and lightly caressed her bandaged palm.

“What do you mean, ‘no personal motivation’?” Ichiro asked as he ripped the bandaid aggressively. “You can help out a lot of people if you had formed a division team with Reiaki and someone else…!”

“My apologies, Ichiro-san,” Juri said, “but that is not enough for me to want to enter. And goodness, this is a tournament for males to battle each other for gaining territories, a female needs no place in the Division Rap Battle.”

“Then you can be the first,” Ichiro said, stopping himself from raising his voice. “And don’t tell me that Minato already has representative division teams, I know that. But I’d bet any money that you'd be better than them.”

Because I still haven’t beaten you… Ichiro thought, firmly pressing the bandaid against Juri’s palm.

She chuckled, removing her hands. “Suppose I do have the prowess, I am quite satisfied where I am now and do not see myself wanting to progress further. Besides, even if I wanted to enter, I’ve not a hypnosis mic of my own and there isn’t nearly enough time before the preliminaries.”

He bit his lip and hung his head. She did have a point… What had previously been ‘still two days away’ in his head had quickly turned into ‘only two days left’. It hadn’t really hit him that the prelims was any day now, even though he had been counting the days. It would’ve been impossible to form a team of three before then…

But this was a matter they’d been discussing for months now.

Juri reached over and caressed his cheeks affectionately. “Hey, look at me. I respect you and your reasons for entering, but it’s not something I wish to involve myself in. Forming an official team is out of the question, but I’ll always be willing to participate in our mock battles as we have always done.”

It was frustrating.

He would never understand why Juri wouldn’t want to aim for something higher and do what was right.

And she would never understand why Ichiro would want to bother himself and his brothers by worrying about strangers first.

They really had to accept the fact that they would never see eye to eye on this matter.

Ichiro clenched his fist. “Okay… I’m sorry…”

“Oh, Ichiro-san, you have nothing to apologize for,” Juri said, pulling him into her arms. “I may not agree with everything you do, but there’s nothing you could do to make me resent you in any way.”

Ichiro smiled and nuzzled into her. In contrast to her cold hands, her embrace was warm and comforting. There was just no way for Ichiro to describe the feeling, it just… was perfect, enough to make him forget his previous feelings of exasperation. He gripped her cardigan. “Thanks, Juri-san… you know I feel the same way about you, right?”

Juri lightly chuckled and ruffled his ebony hair. “I’m glad you do. Now, then, the guests are probably waiting for us, shall we head out?

Ichiro lifted his head, gazing into her eyes and examining the way they glittered with all the colors in existence. Like looking into a bubble… He smiled childishly. “Yeah, let’s!”

“Thank you for patching this little scratch.”

“No problem.”

Japan really had some interesting traditions when it came to birthdays.

Here they were, with an array of items laid out in a straight line, separating Juri and Ayato from the rest of the crowd.

A balloon, a ruler, a hand mirror, a dictionary, a pair of chopsticks, a paintbrush, one thousand yen, a scissor, a calculator, and Juri’s cell phone.

It was just a superstitious tradition to predict what the birthday baby’s future career or personality would be. There were no facts behind this sort of game, but Juri’s heart was racing. For once, she had no idea what would be the outcome.

Just past the line of seemingly random objects were the children of the orphanage, seated around the long coffee table, but all were facing the dining room, where Juri had Ayato in her arms.

Ayato stared at the line of items in front of him. Then he began slapping his mother’s cheek.

“Alright…” Juri groaned in English, ignoring the laughs erupting from the others and placing him gently on the floor. She held his hands as he stood up with his legs all wobbly.

She quickly let go of his hands, giving him a light nudge towards the objects separating him from the older kids.

Reiaki, the Yamada brothers, and the orphans cheered and clapped for Ayato’s attention.

Ayato waddled a few steps forward, smiling brightly to all the cheering. Then his attention was interrupted when he caught sight of a raven just outside the window. He turned slightly to take a better look.

“No, no, no, no, no, no!”

“This way! THIS WAY!!”

Juri rushed forward and grabbed hold of the walking disaster, planting him firmly on the floor, facing the crowd.

“In front of you, Ayato, in front of you,” Juri said— yet again, in English.

Ayato lifted one leg as high as he possibly could and stomped on the floor with all his might. He squealed at the ‘thump’ sound and did the same with the other foot. Juri let go of him, allowing him to march over to the line of objects.

“Come on buddy, come this way!” one of the orphans cooed, clapping their hands.

“No! Come over here!” yelled another.

Ayato paused when he stood directly in front of the objects that were lined up in an almost perfect line.

He babbled, ignoring the anticipating eyes of his aunty, uncles, and the older kids.

He slowly crouched down. Halfway, he lost his balance and fell down.

The kids nearly jumped from their spots to help him up. Ayato kicked his legs about as he sat himself back up. Still seated, he reached over to grab something off the floor.

Everybody in the room cheered and clapped for Ayato, who stared at them in bewilderment.

“Well what do you know?” Reiaki laughed as she reached for the lighter that was on the table. “He went for the scissors!”

One of the children smacked their hand on the coffee table. “Reiaki onee-chan, what do the scissors mean in the erabitori game?”

“Well, it means that Ayato is gonna be handy and creative when he grows up,” she answered as pulled away from Ayato’s baby-blue cake and set down the lighter. Decorated with gold pearl candies and other gold adornments, as well as golden cartoon lions made of fondant surrounding the cake, which was topped with a baby blue and gold crown and gold and white dotted candles, now lit aflame.

Ayato, still clueless as to what was happening, began flailing his arms around with the scissors still in his tiny hands.

Juri picked up Ayato, pulling the dull scissors away from him and setting him down on the empty baby chair that was arranged to be right in front of the cake that was almost as tall as him.

“My Ayato,” Juri murmured. “I wonder what drew you to the scissors? What kind of person will you turn out to be?”

“Okay, you guys! Let’s sing ‘happy birthday’ for our birthday boy!” Ichiro said, snapping Juri out of her daze.

“Ready, and!” Reiaki exclaimed.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

How odd…

Juri had never been too fond of the traditional birthday song. The birthday person would stand awkwardly as everybody else would sing for them— usually off-key, off-tempo, or perhaps both. Not to mention, the song in Japan was really just sung in broken English.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

And yet, there was just something so different about this one.

“Happy Birthday dear Ayato!”

Mom… Father… Juri thought in English as she sang along. How I wish you could be here to see this. Your grandson has officially been in this world for one year.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

Ayato, with his mouth agape, slammed his hands on the table loudly.

All of the children and young teens blew out the candles at the same time.

Reiaki latched onto Juri’s arm.

“Reiaki-chan?”

“How can it be one year already?” Reiaki murmured.

“It truly is a wonder,” Juri chuckled as she cut into the cake and handed out the slices to the younger kids.

“A whole year since he came into this world…” Ichiro added. He crouched down and stared at the birthday boy.

Ayato stared back at Ichiro, not at all listening to him. His round iridescent eyes were wide with amazement as he smashed his hand into his slice of cake, sending icing in all directions. He then took a fistful of cake and brought it to his mouth.

“You know, Ayato?” Ichiro said softly as he took a napkin to wipe away some blue icing that got on his nose. “You really gave your mom a hard time when you were in her belly.”

Reiaki chuckled. “Your uncles and I struggled to put up with mama while you were still in there. You were such a hungry little monster and then you would suddenly decide that all food in the world sounded awful. She was always sick and in pain because of you, y’know?”

Juri stiffened, recalling the memories.

“And man, you gave us all so many false alarms and scared us all!” Ichiro added.

“Pregnancy and delivery are memories I wish not to relive…” Juri chuckled awkwardly as she continued to slice the cake. She looked down at Ayato who grabbed a fistful of cake and slammed it down on the table. “But it was all worth it since I was gifted the best little human on this planet.”

Strange, is it not? No matter how many prediction tricks I have done in my life, you are the one person I cannot ever seem to predict… You just seem to plunge my impeccably planned routines into chaos, in ways I could have never foreseen.

Even if you drive me to the brink of insanity on a daily basis… I would never trade any part of you… not for the world. There’s no greater blessing than being able to watch you grow day by day, because you are the best thing that has ever come into my life.

Perhaps it’s too much to ask for, but in a perfect world… you, me, Reiaki-chan, Ichiro-san, Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun… your father… and your grandparents, as well… we’d all live in peace, without worries or struggles… Our situation is unfortunate, but I swear to you, I shall grant you a happily ever after. Juri planted a soft kiss to his temple. “Happy Birthday, my sweet baby boy. I love you so much… more than you will ever know.”

It had become routine for her. Some fansigns, be stuck at a TV station all day long, perform her newly released song for promotion season, wait at the TV station some more, earn all the votes and win the award for the night, perform an encore stage.

So sleepy… Miku thought as she changed out of her flashy stage garments and into a much more laid back attire.

“Good work, today,” Ikeishi said, handing a half-empty cup of iced coffee to Miku.

Miku muttered a ‘thank you’ and took the cup from her manager. She was about to take a sip when she paused and stared at the TV station’s logo that was plastered on the cup. “Could we grab another cup before we leave?”

Ikeishi shook his head as he finished packing his and Miku’s bags. “You have an early start to your schedule tomorrow, so you gotta be able to sleep tonight. That’s all the coffee you’re getting for today. Come on, let’s go home.”

Miku clicked her tongue and distractedly followed her manager out the door and into his car. She dazed off as her manager started the vehicle and took off. All she could think about was how nice it would be to just hop into bed and knock out.

She sighed and took a sip out of the drink in her hands. The end of a work day has never tasted so good. Bittersweet. All in the form of a cup of iced coffee.

Her eyes traveled to the rearview mirror to meet her manager’s gaze. Rather than returning eye contact, his eyes were set on the vehicles behind, brows furrowing as he merged onto the next lane.

She leaned her head against the window and waited a few minutes before speaking up. “So tomorrow’s schedule’s the same…?”

“Yes,” he replied, merging back into the previous lane. “You’ll be at the station in Akihabara from 7:00 to 21:00.”

“Right…” she murmured, her heavy eyes fluttering closed.

“You’re almost done with promotions, so keep up this schedule for a few more days,” he said lowly, his eyes flickering between the road in front of him and the rearview mirror.

“I know, I know…” Miku dismissed sleepily. “I really don’t wanna deal with a long day” She closed her eyes. But at least I’ll see the fans again.

He gazed at her from the corner of his eyes before returning back to the road. “I may get paid to make you busy, but you know I’m worried about you.”

“We’re not going over this again.”

“Miku, I mean it,” he said, his voice growing serious. Miku tiredly glanced up and saw that his eyes darkened with concern. “It’s great that you’re loyal to your fans, but you’re not being fair to yourself.”

“Then say the fans are the reward.”

“Fine, take your fans out of the equation, do you even enjoy what you do anymore?”

“Oh, shut up, I don’t wanna hear it…”

Ikeishi sighed and returned his attention to the road in front of him. Miku’s fingers slipped off of her cup, nearly knocking the drink over. She jolted forward, catching it. As she groggily sat back in her seat, she had just barely managed to catch a glimpse of a passing exit sign.

“Ikeishi-san… you do realize you missed the exit, right?” she mumbled.

“We’re being followed.”

Huh? Followed?

Miku slowly peered around the seat—

“Don’t look behind you.”

Miku quickly drew back. Her eyes were heavy, but her heart was beating increasingly. Her eyes panned over to Ikeishi, whose eyes were dead-set on the road in front of him.

“Ikeishi-san, what’s going on…?” she asked, forcing the words out.

“This bastard has been on our tail for a while,” he explained.

Her stomach turned to ice.

Dammit… Why… just why…?

She placed a hand over her face, covering the blurring world from her strained eyes.

What the…

“We’ll be taking the scenic route, Miku,” Ikeishi said, pressing his foot firmly down on the pedal and merging onto a nearby exit. “Hang in there.”

Ikeishi peered into the rearview mirror.

The same car was still behind them.

Shit…

Miku slowly lowered her hand from her face, taking off parts of her makeup. Halfway, her hand limply dropped onto her lap. She stared down at the makeup on her hands. Whether it was her hazy vision or her violently trembling hands… Why did her hands feel so heavy…?

“Is… are… are they still there…” Miku mumbled nervously.

“He’s persistent…” Ikeishi muttered, massaging his temples. “At this rate, we’ll never make it back home…!”

Miku hadn’t realized how heavy her breaths were. Head limp and hanging, she shakily reached for the door, absentmindedly reaching around for the panel when her hand slipped and she collapsed, her head crashing onto the window.

“Miku?!”

Ow…

She reached for the panel, slowly pushing herself away from the window and sitting upright in a swaying manner. With heavy breaths, she blinked slowly, waiting for her eyes to focus. Yet the world before her remained spinning and hazy. Like her own eyes were betraying her.

Her eyes slowly lowered to the floor, her legs now soaked with sticky coffee and a now-empty cup next to her feet.

When did she drop it…?

It was hot.

But it was also cold.

She couldn’t feel her feet or hands.

“Miku, you’re going to be okay.”

His voice sounded like it was really far away, like it was an echo.

“It’s just some stupid guy, we’ll lose him soon enough. I…”

What was he saying…?

How long had they been driving for…?

“Reiaki-chan~”

With a low moan, Reiaki stirred in her sleep.

“Rei~a~ki~chan~”

This time, she lifted her head slightly. Then took the pillow beneath her and buried her head with it, muffling her ears from the outside world.

“What a shame, I suppose you leave me with no other choice.”

Something heavy plopped on her back. She met the impact with a hefty ‘oof!’

Then a small pair of hands smacked her in the face before aggressively yanking at her hair, followed by a delighted squeal.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!” Reiaki jolted upright, carefully tugging her orange hair away from the tiny—and somehow, mighty pair of hands until they finally let go.

Her ears were met with two different voices laughing.

Juri stood by her bedside, chuckling heartily and a tiny Ayato was sprawled out beside her on the bed, laughing hysterically and just a few strands of blonde and orange hair in his fist.

“You don’t get tired of doing this everyday?!” Reiaki cried, moving Ayato to sit upright on her lap.

“I could never,” Juri shrugged. She smiled as she watched Reiaki attempt to peel the strands of hair off of Ayato’s firm grip. He squealed and flailed his arms wildly. “Our breakfast was getting cold and I was afraid our precious roommate was never going to open her eyes again.”

Reiaki puffed up her cheeks in retaliation. Ayato gazed up at her and slapped her cheeks with both hands.

Juri gasped and quickly peeled the moving crane machine from the human punching bag. “Okay, baby, no more hitting.”

“You guys…” Reiaki groaned, placing a hand over the tiny red hand marks on both sides of her face.

She was interrupted by the sound of an incoming phone call. She sighed and reached for her phone on her bedside table, immediately switching to speaker mode. “Hello?”

“Suzubayashi-san…” said the voice on the other line. “Sorry, but your client list for today is going to have to be moved around— there’s been some last-minute changes.”

Reiaki groaned and flopped back on her mattress. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding…”

Juri took a fussy Ayato and headed for the door. He wailed and flailed in her arms while Juri paid no mind to his little fit.

“Suzubayashi-san…” The voice on the other line swallowed before continuing. “Miku Shirazuki and Ikeishi got into an accident last night.”

Juri’s ears perked upon hearing that. An accident…? Last night?

She paused and turned around, fully facing Reiaki.

“What?!” Reiaki exclaimed, jolting right up. “No way, are they okay?!”

It went silent on the other line.

“Hello?” Reiaki said, her anxiety now beginning to bubble up. The silence seemed to swallow her and the phone in her clammy hands felt slippery.

Juri fully turned around, zeroing in on Reiaki’s pale face. Reiaki’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared intently at her blankets.

Reiaki opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Her lips trembled slightly as she closed them. She gulped. “Are they okay…?” she repeated slowly but firmly.

“Their car had crashed into a container yard. Miku Shirazuki’s body’s missing and her manager was found dead on sight.”

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