#kyukicho

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho said: 🛑 - Senma

send 🛑 for my muse (receiver) to protect yours (sender)

   Hanma lifts an eyebrow as he idles beside a major intersection, watching the lights change and people cross the roads on the path of their destination. He hasn’t decided where he intends to go next though. So he stands like a pillar against the outside of a business wall and watched the people come and go without much interest. He watches one of the lights turn from green to yellow and tilts his head as an engine revs. Some idiot is really going to try to make it. They aren’t going to. Dumbass. Hanma snorts as he shakes his head.

   He drops his gaze just in time to catch a glimpse of Senju and allows a small grin. Well, he didn’t have any plans, so why not see if he can tag along with whatever she might be up to? Hanma straightens up and starts to move through the crowd. He’d prefer not to have to try to spot her through the crowd when crossing roads or on the other side. He considers yelling out, but it appeared like she had headphones on, rendering that as pointless. It's fine, he could catch up.

  He very abruptly realizes the engine has not slowed or stopped. Shit. 

   “ MOVE! “ Hanma shoves people out of his way as he takes a few running steps while the light turns red. His hand reaches out as the crosswalk sign switches and grabs the back of Senju’s hoodie, forcefully yanking her back before she can step out. 

   It’s too much strength and not enough bracing. When he yanks her, he falls backwards himself with his arms wrapped around her while the car goes flying through the light. It hurts when he hits the ground. Pain explodes in his back and his head as it smacks against the concrete but there’s no indication of it besides a grunt. He’s too afraid to look down. He doesn’t mind the potential anger at using too much force. An angry but alive Senju is better than the alternative. Logically he knows she’s fine. He’d just barely managed to grab her, he had though and that's what mattered. But maybe it’s the autumn chill that makes him think of winter, maybe it’s the cloudy skies that remind him, all he knows is he doesn’t want to look down. He doesn’t want to relax his secure grip and he doesn’t give a shit about the people talking and panicking. It won't be mangled limbs but he's afraid that it will be. 

  He’s shaking.  It's a strange sensation for Hanma to realize when he feels the suble tremble in his llimbs. Hanma slowly forces his hands and arms to relax, staring down at Senju with eyes that are more black than they are gold by how dilated his eyes are. This adrenaline isn't good adrenaline, its sour and bitter. All he can hear is his own heart pounding in his ears and something strangling him as he tries to swallow. Make a joke. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He tries to speak but he can only hear his own stuttering breaths in the deafening silence. He’d laugh at himself if he could but he can’t. Not in this situation. Not when it brutally rips open everything he’s suppressed and hidden and thought he was numb to. He doesn’t even know what to do  -  fear is not an expression Hanma wears often or even feels.

His hand runs through her hair for a moment - and then he drops his head back against the sidewalk with a slower exhale while he stares at the miserable sky and blinks intensely for a few seconds.

#kyukicho #me putting hanma through something terrifying #because we never get to see this side #and i thought it would be Interesting #Sorry for the crushing hug Senju HGJDFG #he just...wants you to be okaY #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

[mcwscollective]

@kyukicho || wanted a starter for mikey

Everything had fallen apart so quickly. Exposed. Humiliated. Kicked out of the gang he'd worked so hard to try to grow and curate; weeding out the troublesome members and putting the right people in their proper places. All gone... and it had only taken a handful of words to rip it all out from under him. He just couldn't let it end that way.

"Mikey," he said in a last ditch effort to make the other hear him out once he spotted the Toman leader on his own again. "Just let me explain." Tetta dropped to his knees in apology, pleading with his former Commander. He'd managed to bring down more powerful men than Manjiro Sano, and he wouldn't let himself be beaten by anyone in a game of manipulation if he had anything to say about it.

"Yes, I went against the group, but now you know what I'm capable of." His hands clasped together and he bowed low before sitting back on his heels to look up at Mikey once again. "I'm not looking to make an enemy out of you. We're too much alike for me to underestimate you... Just keep me off the record. Let me work for you. You need someone that can be underhanded and ruthless on your side."

#kyukicho #(c;; kisaki)

[ofsavior]

happy birthday, mikey! || @kyukicho

They haven't been dating very long, but there are few things Takashi's been more certain about than his dedication to Mikey. A deep determination to make him happy. From longstanding friends to as they are now. It's like home. So naturally, he takes today as something to cherish. Something of a holiday: the birthday of Sano Manjiro.

Unfortunately, Takashi doesn't have much to offer save for his practical skills. Sewing. Cooking. Housework. Trivial things that fill his day-to-day, but Mikey always appreciates them. As a thank you, Takashi's spent the last few months perfecting a gift idea. A black jacket embroidered with expected gold filigree. That much shouldn't come as a surprise, but the gold's entangled with sparkling silver crossing in pattern similar to his signature dragon tattoo but with subtle differences. He encases it in tissue paper and tidies the package in a box wrapped in shimmering silver wrapping paper. A gold bow on top. Once he arrives at the Sano family home, he places the box at Mikey's bedroom door. Somewhere reserved for them to share between them alone.

-x-

The Sano household's not too busy of a place generally but adding Luna and Mana to the equation certainly amplifies all else in the surrounding vicinity. To Takashi's relief, the girls have taken a liking to Emma and Emma's taken a liking to them. It's been enough to satiate their need for attention and allowed him to take lead in the kitchen. Dinner's finished, and he wipes his brow of a job well-done ( should he say so himself ). Sweat, a few of Mana's tears in the background, but thankfully no blood up to this point. Looking at the time on his phone, Takashi notes Mikey should be home soon. Omurice for everyone, the table neatly decorated, and a very large dorayaki 'cake' ready with candles rested upon one of the counters. With Luna and Mana's help, Mikey's serving of omurice had a little star and a little dinosaur drawn on it ( granted they were not artists ). With that, Takashi dusts his hands before quickly catching wind of Babu outside.

Takashi's already out the door, signature smirk across his features. “ Welcome back, birthday boy. You ready for dinner? Or are you skipping to gifts first? ”

#kyukicho #( c. Takashi ) #you are the sun and i am the planets spinning around you. ( mikey & takashi || kyukicho ) #( feel free to shorten. I just felt a Need to establish setting rkejflerk )

[captivemuses]

"What the hell happened to your face?"

#ic: baji #kyukicho #I had to #in reference to the jank figure xD

[soulsballad]

@kyukicho: "Be honest Emma.... where'd you hide my towel!?" - Mikey

" eh? " comes her response, brows furrowing for a moment before her visage relaxes. " your towel? it's in for a wash, idiot. " why on earth he thought she'd want to hide his towel was beyond her. maybe she'd hide it now after it was washed and dried. " i mean, it's not like you know how to work the washing machine... just use another towel for now. " little did emma know his favourite towel was currently in the washer with one of emma's bright pink shirts, and they'd soon find out mikey's favourite towel was now a pale pink. oops.

#SANO EMMA. / answered #kyukicho #kyukicho: sano manjiro #very sorry m.ikey #she'll get u a new towel

[ashrifts]

* . ⊹◞ ㅤ@kyukichoㅤ↪ㅤmistletoe meme :ㅤㅤ❝ ㅤ🌿🍒 - Kakucho!ㅤ❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞,ㅤwhen he used to be a teenager sipping on his glass of soda mixed with rum sitting on his leather couch watching petty criminals trip over themselves trying to win his favor with presents, not in heartwarming moments shared between friends and lovers. the merry in merry christmas had been the swell of pride and power in his chest, in the cruelty in his gaze as he ordered people to debase themselves to prove worthy of serving him.

christmas now still features criminals vying for his attention, as they tend to do to the moment they spot the hanafuda tattoo in any executive's skin, but there's a tradition ran has become even fonder of in the last decade: ditching the networking parties to go back home with his family and enjoy the rest of the evening with them and them alone. rindou had chosen to stay behind for a little longer, though, so tonight it is only ran and kakucho at the haitanis' apartment, room illuminated only by the television screen playing a seasonal movie and the gentle glow of the fireplace.

kakucho's talking about something or other, but ran hasn't been paying attention, content to lean his head against the other's shoulder and close his eyes, allowing kakucho's voice to lull him to sleep... until the sound of a crunch startles him awake, and he peers up at his companion to find him snacking on the food ran had forgotten he'd left prepared on the table before them. he's about to huff at his nap being interrupted until his eyes catch the deep red of a cherry on a dessert.

he gets an idea.

stretching his arms over his head back into wakefulness, ran then reaches over to the snacks to pluck the fruit off the slice of cake it decorated. the whipped cream sticks to the cherry, and ran's lids lower at the same time his voice does, bringing it to his lips to lick it off. his eyes glint mischievously.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤhave you heard of the mistletoe tradition, kakucho?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe begins airily, gently swinging the cherry from side to side like a hypnotic coin.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤlegend says you must kiss the person you stand under a mistletoe with, or you'll have bad, bad luck. it sounds awful, doesn't it?ㅤ’

smiling like the cat who got the cream, ran raises the cherry by the stem and hangs it over both their heads.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤoh?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe says, voice flat with mock surprise.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤwho could've possibly put that there?ㅤ’

── and he carelessly throws it over his shoulder before swinging a leg and shamelessly sitting on kakucho's lap.

kissing kakucho is always a slow affair; ran likes to take his time memorizing every crease of his shirt as his hands travel a familiar path up his firm chest, palms cupping either side of kakucho's neck as their lips meet. his blissed out sigh is caught in between the languid dance of their lips, ran's eyes slipping shut contentedly when his body relaxes into kakucho's frame, turning two bodies into one, sharing a bone-deep warmth that no winter wind can reach. his fingers absentmindedly play with midnight strands, playfully curling kakucho's hair at the base of his neck before tugging at it, guiding his head further back to prompt a gasp out of him that allows ran's tongue to venture inside, his own chuckle muffled. ran can hear little else but the wet smack of their lips, the pleased hums at the back of his throat, and the fast drumming of his heart betraying the confident movements of his hands guiding kakucho's down to his waist.

ran slowly pulls back just enough so the tip of their noses are still touching, their warm breaths mingling. fair cheeks are tinted pink, violet eyes half-lidded, but his smile is as composed as always, as if his chest isn't rising and falling quicker with silent, but heavy breaths.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤi suppose this means we've successfully managed to avoid a terrible luck falling upon us,ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe teases, but his eyes haven't left kakucho's kiss-swollen lips once.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤbut let's make sure, hm?ㅤ’

he leans down and kisses him again, joyful christmas music echoing throughout the apartment from the forgotten television.

#kyukicho #this got Super long sorry ran loves to tease him lol #ran voice its not cheating bc mistletoes and cherries are basically the same thing (they're not) #* ›› / * ask. #* ›› / * queue. #* kyukichoㅤ ›› / * kakucho.

[revengesworn]

"I finally found you, Mikey."

Draken has spent many hours wondering how he'd feel in this moment. Upon setting eyes on Mikey again, for the first time in so long... finally, he's met him once more.

When Mikey abandoned his friends, beating them up and spitting on their friendship in the process, Draken couldn't understand it. He'd been angry, so angry that he thought he'd lose his mind. He's been broken- devastated, crushed by the weight of despair that Mikey's actions brought upon him, wanting to know too many things - why would you do this? how did I miss this? -that he'd never get the answers for.

He'd tried. But Draken... couldn't abandon Mikey. In fact, even trying to let him go is one of the things Draken feels most ashamed of now. He knows how much Mikey suffered, and he knows Mikey - that that bond they shared, their friendship, the moments they had with each other... they couldn't have been a lie.

So Mikey must have some reason for all this. Draken has no clue what could be, but... how could he live with himself, if he didn't try to figure it out?

"You've been busy. But you can't avoid me forever, you know."

@kyukicho ( starter for mikey! )

#ic #kyukicho #c. draken. #v. mainverse. #ahhhhhh i'm super excited to write with you; ty so much for liking my starter call! >ww< #i've been craving draken and mikey interactions for so long; too... #choosing a verse was hard but i eventually settled on the kanto!manji gang era; since i feel like there's so much potential there #but if you wanted something else as well like set at a different point in time i would be totally down...... ftr............. #( no pressure / no worries if you'd rather stick to just one thread with them; though! <3 ) #esp considering i may do a starter for kakucho too. >:)

[brazenlystrong]

Cont. [x] // @kyukicho

His sense of calm is anchored in his well-earned self-confidence. Satoru’s composure is not faltering despite Mahito’s ongoing talk and supposedly what sounds like threatening suggestions. A nonchalant expression enchased the sorcerer’s face, likely accentuated due to the blindfold hiding his eyes.

He senses him coming close in an attempt to touch him. His automated Infinity detects the danger level of it and enhances itself to protect him.

“Your blabbing is as annoying as nails on a chalkboard, pitchface.” A tepid response comes as Gojo reaches up to tuck his thumb beneath his blindfold and pushes it upward to reveal an eye as a warning.

"I prefer you to be silent."

#ⲧⲏⲉ ⳽ⲧⲅⲟⲛⳋⲉ⳽ⲧ ғⳕⲅⲉ⳽ ⲃⳙⲅⲛ ⲃⳑⳙⲉ | ic | #kyukicho #we love intimidation on both ends

[sassygreytea]

He thinks his Humpty is the prettiest! Tis part of the reason he puts up with a lot of the chaos.

#dash commentary #kyukicho

[foraltruism]

" i'm not a bad person. " - Mahito for Yuji

"If you weren't a bad person I wouldn't be trying to beat you half to death."

Mahito lies as easily as he breathes. It's disgusting.

"Don't try to beg for forgiveness now. It's too late to repent. Just accept it. Accept your death with the frail shred of dignity you have left."

#kyukicho #ch. yuji itadori #murderous intent

[deathfavor]

shakes treats for older tora threads - @kyukicho

Kazutora laughs when he slams some punk's face into the ground, unfazed by what sounded like the fucker's nose breaking and the blood that spills over the ground and against his boots. Naturally there's cheers around him - at least from people who aren't too drunk to realize what's happening or busy being distracted by music and flashing lights. Doesn't matter anyway, the guy's a deer that stumbled into wolves. Kazutora slams his foot into the guy's stomach and watches him fly off to the side somewhere to the side of the club. Doesn't matter. The tiger had already ripped apart the guy's pride and beaten him up. Which meant a big, fat paycheck for him.

The tiger slinks back to his seat in the club and takes an offered drink, letting the cold numb his throat when he swallows the shitty alcohol. His phone buzzes an he beams when he sees the transaction notice. Good, that meant this month's payments no longer were something to stress about. And there'd be plenty more to do. He's fine to enjoy music so loud that he can't hear his own thoughts. Relishes it even. But a movement in the corner of his eyes catches his eyes, and he ignores the people trying to talk to him. So some fucker was trying to sneak in here, huh? Not unexpected, it was a big underground club lots of delinquents wanted in. But most weren't able to. Kazutora hops up, slinking towards the door.

" Hey fucker! " Kazutora sneers, grabbing the shirt and shoving the person back out the door into the cold night. He steps out as the shadows shroud him, gold eyes wide with violent hunger, adrenaline still singing in his veins from the earlier violence. " The hell you think you are? You think you can just - " Kazutora's voice falters, staring at the person. No. No, No. Did someone drug his drink or some shit? Was this guy someone who just LOOKED like Baji?

" You're not real. " Kazutora stares at Baji with wary disbelief. Baji wouldn't be here. Not somewhere as fucked up as here. " You can't be. " Except Kazutora HAD grabbed him, and he's pretty sure you can't grab hallucinations. He doesn't think at least. This can't be Baji. It's been years. He'd promised Baji he'd live - not that he'd stay. " You're not Baji. You can't be. But you look close. Who the fuck paid you for this stunt? C'mon. Was it that stupid ex-Night Dust leader after i crushed them? " Kazutora glares, stepping closer. " I'll literally kill him. I'll make sure no one tries this again. " His glare softens though, eyes looking Baji up and down, humming. " But you're pretty ~ Spit it out and maybe I'll be nice. " He coos, suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if his body still was tense for a fight. " You don't want my bad side. "

#kyukicho #he really doesn't believe it's him :') #thinks just a good lookalike #and that makes him more volatile :') #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA] #᛭ — [VERSE: BAD END 1] your claws are always dripping blood [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

[assassincraft]

                         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @kyukicho​ starter for: mikey !!   」

stumbling as he was running to get away from the assassin with it out for him, shit shit shit. didn't any of them get the memo if any of the kids were collateral damage, the bounty was void ?! getting stalked and the shit beaten out of him wasn't enough for these guys, getting drugged, bombs strapped to them. they would stop at nothing to get to koro-sensei by targeting these kids, they knew they were his weakness, and they were right.

dodging between cars, running through on going traffic, not noticing the people on bikes that he cut off. he barely ran into the group of bikers, clipping one of the bikes with his boots as he felt the hand of the person chasing him grazing the hood of his uniform. he was luckily in his tactical field uniform though, his gun and knife strapped to him. but they were... fake after all, but a bb to the face would still hurt someone, but not kill. he could feel a hand grab him by a pigtail and get yanked back with a yelp, he knew how to get out of that though, he had plenty of practice at home before he even was in this line of work.

it wasn't long till nagisa and the other were going at each other, punch by punch in an alley off the main road; nagisa wasn't... the best at combat once he was already caught. if you didn't get your hands on nagisa, it was over for you, you'd be eating out of the palm of his hands. but once you got your hands on him... it was a bit hard for him to get the one up in the situation when he was so much smaller than his target.

fuck, he spat blood out of his mouth and his jaw was throbbing, but he'd gotten out of this and away from them. it took about another hour or two of dodging and scampering through the city before he ended up... somewhere, he had no idea where he was really. one hand was placed against a building, top of his head pressed against the building as he spat out blood, free hand holding his guts as he was having trouble breathing. broken ribs were becoming a common thing for him after every damn fight he's managed to break out of.

hearing a motorcycle in the distance heading towards him, he cursed to himself a bit remembering he cut a group of them off earlier... he really hoped whoever was riding by drove right by him. his right pigtail was down, hair hanging towards the center of his shoulder blades as the other one was barely tied up, more towards his ear now instead of at the side of his head. worse for wear in this line of business, his gun was on the floor under him with his own blood on it, about half of the bb's he emptied out on the guy chasing him around.

hearing the person on the bike dismount and kill the engine behind him, the smaller cursed to himself. fuck, he really didn't have the energy to get into it again with someone if he ended up somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. spitting out some more blood and sniffling, feeling it drip from his nose, he could barely turn himself around, back struggling to place against the building and face the other, confronting him.

❝ please i don't— want any trouble, please— i'll— i'll leave as soon as i can stand— ❞

#「⑆」 i wonʼt say a word until you stop breathing 🗡️ in character 「⑆」 #「⑆」 it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself 🗡️ closed rp 「⑆」 #「⑆」 we could be the hero’s that we always said we’d be 🗡️ main verse 「⑆」 #kyukicho #theyre best friends now thank you #abuse mention / #please you dont need to match length i wrote... a lot #nagisa almost knocking one of the gangs bikes over mid ride is funny to me... tysm

[ofsavior]

i said flirt and someone did it. || @kyukicho

Mikey answers the door to his garage bedroom. Wrapped in a bolt of the softest cashmere fabric he could find. Soft lidded eyes dare Takashi to come in.

“ ... ” There's a pause as words escape him. Speechless, one could say. Though maybe not in the way Mikey's hoping. “ What are you doing? ”

#you are the sun and i am the planets spinning around you. ( mikey & takashi || kyukicho ) #( c. Takashi ) #kyukicho

[mcwscollective]

Baji bends down behind Kojiro and licks his cheek with a sly grin. He's definitely being a little shit.

@kyukicho

His arm swung back before he bothered to figure out who the hell had licked him. Disgusting. Although, once he did look back and catch a glimpse of Baji standing there, it only made him swing at him all over again -- he was really hoping to hit the bastard after that stunt.

"Are you five?!" the blond barked, rolling his eyes as though he was so much more mature than the dark-haired teen. Honestly, he would have done the same thing -- but only if someone had been covering his mouth for whatever reason. Randomly licking someone should have been fucking illegal. Maybe it was... whatever. "You're such a pain in the ass, don't you have other friends to harass?"

#kyukicho #(c;; kojiro)

[ofovertime]

kyukicho / @kyukicho Mahito vc *coughs*

" are you alright, do you need some water?"

#kyukicho

[ashrifts]

Ship Bias Ran, Shin, and Takemichi

ㅤㅤㅤ> send ‘ship bias’ and I will share up to 5 ships i have a bias for for my muse.

ran:

izanaaaaa. they have me on my knees punching the floor crying. ran's respect for izana is so integral to my characterization of him that i think it's impossible at this point for me not to write ran as being at least a little bit in love with him in most verses.

mikey specifically because of @/sanoism LMAO for some reason they have so much chemistry it's disgusting.

kakucho which we already talked about LOL specifically bonten verse tho there's just something very bittersweet about them bonding over a mutual loved one's death.

mocchi! it's very unpopular but i care them anyway... the dichonomy of ran getting on mocchi's nerves all the time but them also having a great mutual respect for one another is very chef kiss.

actually i just like s62/tenjiku as a polyship a lot!! sorry rindou close your eyes.

shinichiro:

takeomi! i think of them as divorced old men who haven't gotten over each other ❤️ but fr i think their relationship is actually so interesting considering takeomi seemed to both admire shinichiro deeply but also has an inferiority complex towards him... meanwhile shinichiro's like yeah he's terrible and has no redeeming qualities and everyone hates him for good reason but i love him anyway ^_^

waka. i don't think much needs to be said here.

benkei. not that we saw them interact much but from what little we got i think they'd have a really cute friends-to-lovers arc!!

a little joke i have with arph and ari is ran shamelessly flirting with shinichiro to piss izana off lol but thanks to it i do enjoy it as a one-sided thing bc shin is oblivious as hell and never notices AND it's good for ran to get humbled every once in a while.

i think him and akane have very cute potential!

takemichi:

inupi!! i'm SO weak for king and loyal knight ships and these two fit it so well, even if takemichi isn't a traditional "king."

rindou bc they have such cute fanarts??? i can't help it i look at pretty art and i fold immediately i have NO standards.

ran bc i know he would have a blast messing with michi but when push comes to shove i think takemichi could put him in his place lmao. once again i love ran getting humbled.

doramaitake!! one of my favorite ot3s in the entire series

sanzu bc the way he hates michi's guts while michi's just minding his own business is SO funny to me.

#kyukicho #* ›› / * ooc. #tldr; ran likes people who can take him #in a fight or otherwise ♥️