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IF YOU REACH OUT, DON'T HESITATE TO LOVE ME.

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

MOCHI X GN!READER!

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ; fluff, mutual pinning, kind of slow burn, rake is excited for Mochi content so have some cute moments, and maybe use of inappropriate words.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; “it'll be fine,” he says to himself as he continues on punching the living daylights out of someone, “hate me all you want, but I'm just doing this out of interest.” but you were there looking at him like you found yourself falling in love at first sight.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; hello! aurake here after a long streak of hiatus! i have come back to retrieve all of my harbored work with my blood, sweat and tears. for starters, here's a mochi reader insert! enjoy!

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Yokohama was still the same as ever, as in Mochi's perspective, everyone fears Tenjiku or tried to go against them; he continues to walk around just to make sure he has his mind distracted to himself—hearing from Rindou that he got dragged by Kakucho to a Yakuza hideout was another thing that bothered him, but mostly it's Shion who kept on insisting that they should spar. Though mostly it's the latter that's knocked on the ground because of the vast difference between their strengths, kind of idiotic in a sense, but he acknowledges his resolve.

As he continue his walks, he stumbled upon a group of thugs, seemingly ganging up on someone. Their boisterous laughter bothered almost anyone, even the bystanders who looked hesitant at helping the one being in the middle of the situation. Mochi contemplated whether to reach out or to have a talk (rather fist fighting) with them for two. But his ears heard a disgruntled sigh of a soft spoken person, and that's enough for him to shove the watching people and approached the thugs.

“What the hell is up with you huh!?”

“My fists in your face that is!”

He assaults them in a graphic way which made everyone scramble and tried calling the police. Mochi didn't care, his fists was itching for a fight. He lands a heavy punch on someone's face and seeing blood trickle on their faces was enough for him to continue, never looking at someone who looking at him with a surprised look—their eyes intent, focused on him alone; you stood there, quiet but in a daze. You wonder if violence was beautifully portrayed, seeing the example right in front of you. Mochi smiles as he fights, he fights with vigor and confidence and you can't help but to be in awe.

He is finished with these thugs, some blood splattered on his face. He shrugs his fist away before looking at you, he didn't say anything at first to amplify the awkwardness. “You okay there?” you hear his voice, you can't help but to fiddle your fingers hearing how rough his voice was but a tinge of softness reached your ears. You smiled at him before bowing slightly. “I'm fine, thank you very much, may I ask your name?” he says his name, Kanji Mochizuke. You continued to listen, it seems that he's a different person when interacting with someone else, especially when they don't concerned fighting.

He hears your name, he thought to himself, ‘It suits them,’ he wasn't a fan of remembering names, but hearing yours felt pleasant, relaxing even; he just looked at you with a stoic face, you don't know if he's interested or now, that made you uncertain so you bowed your head and immediately left.

You didn't notice the surprised expression splattered on his face, and Shion appeared out of nowhere to tease him, saying that he got themselves an admirer.

Shion landed on the ground again, with a bruise on his face after Mochi punched him heavily.

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Turns out when he knew your name, everyone else was on it. The Haitani Brothers, Kakucho, and Izana too. They were looking at him with an intense stare which made him look hesitant into prying further. But they insisted (or rather forced themselves), they knew your school which you studied on, and your past hobbies and what you like. Mochi thinks of them as stalkers, but they defend themselves for, ‘the sake of our friend who seems to have a crush on you’ part which made him sigh and leave their hideout.

And by golly, he sees you again, this time in one of the places that you enjoyed being in.

“What the hell? They were right?”

You noticed him staring at you, you tried to scramble away but he approached you, still with his stoic and seemingly grumpy face. “Never expected to see you here,” he says with a sigh.

You both engage in small talks, now converting onto full-blown conversations though you are not sure if he's interested in your hobbies making knitted things, or you being in a photography club; he continues on by talking about his approaches in fight, being a delinquent as he is, he's bound to get into a lot of fights especially if there's a gang battle being held in one of the appointed places, mostly abandoned ones. Despite the odds of him thinking that you might get bored in the conversation, as he thinks out to be, in your mind you were too invested in it—though violence scares you, it would seem that when he tells your everything, it feels fun and enjoyable.

But you won't admit it, who in their right mind enjoys shoving their fist up in someone's face?

Mochi would offer himself, but he'll think of that as weird.

You both spend the moment in awful silence contemplating whether you spoke the right words or the good topics. But that won't mean that you both didn't continue talking to each other.

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Months had passed, Mochi finds himself being drawn towards your presence. After a fight, he approaches you to help him out with bandaging his bruises and wounds. Though you scold him for fighting too much, he doesn't mind whatever you say as long as he hears your voice—it feels like he's in a place where he's at ease, like a valley full of flowers that he can lay himself to. That was him falling in love with you, his chest heaves up and down in admiration, staring at your eyes and drowns himself to the sight of it sparkling.

But no, he cannot admit his harbored feelings. Why would you like him, a delinquent who punches other thugs for fun? It would look stupid to assume that you like him or anything. So he sits beside you, trying to brush off the thought of acceptance—his feelings to be hidden deep within himself, he blames his current state that fell in love with you.

“If only they met me when I'm not a thug or a delinquent.”

But you? You looked at him, patching him up quietly as you frowned slightly. You don't want to see him in bruises or wounds, you care for him, though you don't want to admit—your face trembles at the feeling of anxiety coursing through your veins, you are afraid of confessing to him. Why? Because you assumed that he is into sexy people who could be with him or help him fight with others; you were frail, and doesn't like violence at all. So you harbored your thoughts to yourself, mustering up a conversation that you wish to start.

“Hey, you seemed quiet,” he starts it finally. He sat up and went beside you, looking at your smaller figure and tried to be gentle with his words once more. “Is something bothering you?”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴. You wished to admit, you wanted to express your emotions that you kept for the last five months of you both meeting up in that fateful encounter; you looked at him with an embarrassed expression, fiddling your fingers like a child wanting to give something back to their crush. “It's nothing, Mochi. I'm fine,” you lied as you looked away. You were taken aback when he held your hand, his calloused ones over yours. His eyes focused on you, now showing off a gentle look and a slow turn of his head tilting on the side. “I know you, you're feeling down. What's the problem?”

You want to punch the wall. You trembled as you tried to speak, words never came out of your mouth, only hushed noises of hesitation and doubt in yourself. But he reassures you again, rubbing the small of your back and quietly cradling you in his large build. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, you say to yourself in awe as you confide with him. “It is hard when you are scared of telling someone your feelings that you kept to yourself,” you were always a straightforwarded person, Mochi knows that, so he lets you speak out loud for him. “What will I do if they don't like me back? It's gonna be painful.”

He doesn't know much about love, but if you're willing to love him, he will learn it just for you—after all, he's just a person that loves you for your gentleness, your enthusiasm when it comes to showing him your masterpieces of your knitting skills, and your touches that felt healing. He loves all of you, and he truly does.

So he hugged you tightly, taking in your vanilla scent on his nose, comforting himself.

“I love you,” he says in a low, hushed tone. “But I won't force myself to be in your space if you don't want me to. I prioritize you after all.”

He confessed, with his eyes on you, his gentle smile decorated on his face. He was looking at you with adoration and devotion, something that you seemingly failed to notice from him. You just realized that he has feelings for you.

You looked at him with a tearful face. Unable to contain your emotions, like a whipsplash that drenched you of a familiar and foreign concept of admiration. You held him close, hugging back and leaning in to him.

“The same with me,” you whispered. “I love you, since you appeared before my eyes,” you continued on. “I thought you wouldn't want someone like me, frail and someone who doesn't like fighting.”

“Why would I hate you for that? I would protect you because you're you. You're you for liking knitting something, liking your photography club and going to your favorite places.”

He is such a gentle giant, holding you close to him as you both sat in a quiet park.

You and Mochi spent the entire day in each other's embrace, and now looking forward to the future where someday, Mochi will offer you a ring, and you will accept it with all of your heart.

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