#kazutora angst

[usagikookiejams]

AFTERMATH OF THE BREAKUP

Haitani Ran, Ryuguji Ken (Draken), Hanemiya Kazutora, Haruchiyo Sanzu

Warning: angst no comfort, cheating, NOT PROOFREAD, cursing, mentioned about abusive relationship, drug usage, harsh words

Haitani Ran

It has been 3 months since your relationship with Ran ended in a bad term. Deciding to move from Roppongi to Okinawa to avoid meeting up with him again.

Unbeknownst to you, a guy was following behind while you're doing grocery shopping. After failed attempts to reach the product in the higher rack, suddenly a guy was helping you out.

"Thank you so much-," you were left silent after seeing that the guy was actually your ex; Ran. He looks handsome as always. But, you could see the obvious eyebag.

"How you doing?," he smiled, trying to start a conversation with you but, you just ignored him and pushed your cart forward.

He didn't stop pestering you, until you has had enough and slapped his face. "Don't you feel ashamed? Showing your face after you cheated on me with that 'work-wife' of yours?!," you glared at him.

He explained that he was drunk at that time. However, he paused his words after seeing the disgusted look in your face.

"I couldn't bear looking at you. It reminds me how stupid I am to trust you. Hah, my friends were right about you; you indeed couldn't keep your dick in your pants," you smirked and walked away.

Ran felt like his world started to collapse. Witnessing your hostile behaviour towards him has proven how you don't wanna get back with him no matter what.

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

You and Draken started dating after 3 years of Emma's death. Motivating him daily has led to him starting to open his heart to you.

But things weren't always nice and easy. It indeed was very hard for someone to move on from his past lover.

That's why, after only about 2 years of dating, you decided to broke things off with Draken after you has had enough of him comparing you with Emma.

Emma this, Emma that; you were tired of hearing his complaints.

Though he looked like he didn't care back then, but why is he always reaching out to you now?

He looks so desperate trying to win you back. Showing his effort by buying you flowers every week, which ended up disposed in the dustbin at your office.

Today remains the same routine of his. But you decided to give him your piece of mind once you saw him walking towards the receptionist counter.

You dragged him outside the building where your co-workers couldn't see you. "Can you stop all this nonsense?," you sighed.

"But baby-," he couldn't finish his words when you suddenly took the flowers and placed it on his motorbike.

"I am not your baby, and I don't need your flowers. Why not giving them to Emma, considering she may need them more to decorate her grave?," you couldn't help but saying deep and harsh words.

There, Draken was left heartbroken. He realized how all of his action of comparing you and Emma has led to you hating both of them.

Oh lord, how he wish you would care for him one more time.

Hanemiya Kazutora

Being in a relationship with Kazutora was challenging, he always scold you for things that are even miniscule; blaming you for it. Thus, you decided it was best to separate with him, as he tend to get physical with you.

Visiting the hospital for how many times now, that you don't even remember; getting psychology treatment to treat your mental health from past abusive relationship.

You were busy listening to music that you didn't notice that you has bumped into someone. The person sighed in annoyance, that is, when you heard your name being called in shocked tone, "Y/N?."

You frozed in place, looking up at the person. Oh, it's Kazutora. You got up and said sorry as quickly as possible before getting away.

You felt your hand being pulled, and you couldn't help but flinch. "Hey, hey sweetheart, it's okay. I won't hurt you." You still your position, didn't dare to look at the man who had inflicted pain upon you before.

Kazutora felt a pang of hurt in his heart, looking at how you're terrified of him. He felt tears running down his cheeks, profusely saying sorry while saying he missed you so much and how his mental health is declining.

You looked at him dead in the eyes. Though feeling scared but you tried to stood your ground. "Yeah? And what about me? What about all the things that you said, and pain that you inflicted on me before huh? Answer me Hanemiya," you said in heavy tone.

Kazutora didn't like how you're saying his first name. It was always Kazu or baby; anything but Hanemiya. Nevertheless, he tried to reason with you how he never intended to do those things, saying that he wasn't in the right state of mind.

You scoffed and warned him how if he still loves you, he should just leave you alone. Kazutora was about to say something but you dismissed him, and just walk forward leaving your past behind.

After that encounter, Kazutora still trying to reach out to you by visiting you at home or workplace. That is until one day, he was forced to stop his action once knowing that you has moved to another country with no one knowing your whereabouts.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Dating Sanzu was never a boring experience. He's wild and loves to party, which at last causing you to not being able to keep up with his behavior.

Lucky for you, the break up was easy as Sanzu too thinks that you're too boring, and always acting like a 'nagging bitch'. Thus, deciding to also let you go.

Despite the break up only took place less than a month ago, you're suprisingly doing great as you are now start to prioritize yourself. Spending time to learn new hobby; that is photography.

Currently you're in the park, capturing panoramas and birds that flew over the horizon. Click! You went to check the picture but noticed a familiar pink hair in the photo.

The pink-haired-person looked over his shoulder as he heard the clicking sound. He couldn't believe his eyes when seeing you, thus started to run towards you, "Y/N!."

"Oh shoot..," you whispered to yourself and started walking faster. Albeit he was fast enough to grab your shoulder. "Baby, how you been? I wasn't able to contact you for a month. Did you change your contact number?," the person said.

"So what if I did, Sanzu?," you put on confident look. "It's not like we're going to contact each other anymore, is it?," you continued.

"But-," Sanzu was about to speak but you just shook your head. "I wish to never meet you again. Now that I look back, I realized how dumb I am to love some maniac like you. You didn't even consider my feelings, always gaslighting me and even calling me names. So don't be suprised when I decided to move on from you," you scoffed and walked away without looking back.

At that moment, Sanzu knew he fucked up real bad by messing up the relationship you guys had before.

Later on, he started to indulge himself in more drugs, as it's the only way he could be free from the hurting feelings.

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[royalelusts]

prompts from: creativewritingprompts & glasswriter1

“I feel like I’m losing you.”

You wanted to scoff at the absurdity. He could probably tell because he shifted a bit. Trying to determine where exactly he stood with you. The whole situation was humorous really. Not too long ago you would’ve died to hear those words. To have his undivided love and attention. However, that time had come and gone with his new ‘friend’. He always tried to assure you they were just friends. Anyone with eyes can see that wasn’t the case. It was painfully obvious they were so much more than that. The fleeting glances and touches that would last a little too long to be normal.

It annoyed you at first. Maybe it was because he wasn’t giving you as much of his time anymore. You couldn’t hold it against him though. You weren’t going to stop him from spending time with them. Then things started to get more complicated. He started blowing you off. Telling you he forgot or something came up and you could do it at a later date. Empty promises. It was fine the first few times. You let it go. It was fine. And it was. Until you caught him with them at a shop in the shopping center on one of the days he was “busy”.

“You lost me a while ago.”

His eyes widened. Almost shocked that you responded that way. He couldn’t stand the silence. He missed the stupid jokes and laughter that came after. He missed your smile when you would tell him something that happened to you throughout the day. He missed the playful banter that happened over the simplest things. He missed you.

“I know. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, but I want to fix it. I just need your help and then we can-”

You sighed successfully cutting him off. Part of you wanted things to go back to normal. He was your best friend. It was hard doing things without him. It was as if your other half was missing and you hated it.

“You not only hurt me, but you also broke my trust in you. To be honest I don’t think I can look at you and not think of how you killed every last bit of love I had. Sometimes it’s confusing- if you were the one who didn’t deserve me or if I was just an idiot who couldn’t see the signs. I can not continue being tortured over forgotten feelings.”

His eyes widened in realization. The actual weight of the situation finally set in. You were in love with him. This was beyond an ‘I’m sorry’.

“I know this isn’t an overnight fix and I’m willing to work for it. I just need you to give me a chance. Just one. If you still don’t want me in your life I’ll leave you alone.”

You hesitated to speak. The longing you felt for him was overwhelming. Maybe he means it. Maybe he-

“Babe! I didn’t know you were going to be here!” They threw themselves in his lap, wrapping their arms around his neck. “Oh, and your friend is here too.” They threw you a condescending smile. Just as quickly as your resolve faltered it stabilized itself. This is why the problem started. Why you were here in the first place. There was this tension. They saw you as competition and instead of choosing you he chose them.

atsumu miya, oikawa tooru, suna rintaro, kazutora hanemiya, eren yeager, porco galliard

#✰—writes!!! #atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #suna x reader #suna angst #kazutora x reader #kazutora angst #eren x reader #eren angst #porco x reader #porco angst

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⧫ Characters: Ran, Kazutora, Nahoya

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Summary: They were scared of this day - losing you due to their way of living

⧫ WARNINGS: major character death, mentions of violence and blood

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☰ Ran:

Ran wasn’t with you when it happened but He knew something was wrong when Rindou carried you like the most fragile doll across the parking lot, tears running over his cheeks as his jacket was stained with blood. Ran didn't waste any time to rush to his little brother, taking the love of his life out of his arms “what happened? Did you call an ambulance?” He asked concerned, the panic in his voice clear. Rindou nodded, frozen from the shock “K-kisaki… He got her with a bat” He mumbled through the tears and Ran knew that this was bad news, praying that the ambulance will be here in time as you kept slipping in and out of consciousness. “You will be okay Princess… We will marry next week just like we have planned… We will grow old together, I promise” He whispered to calm his own nerves and you gave him a weak smile “I love you Ran… Promise you will never forget me” you whispered, voice weak. He only shook his head, having to stay strong for you, lying to himself that you will be okay "I can't lose you princess, you need to stay with me, keep those beautiful eyes open" He begged, knowing it's too late. You couldn't stay awake any longer, feeling the darkness pulling you away from your lover. The second you went limp in his arms He let out a heartbreaking scream which made everyone around stop in their tracks. Ran Haitani has lost the love of his life and He will not rest until everyone responsible for this has suffered enough before He will personally end their lives.

☰ Kazutora:

Kazutora always knew it was a mistake to let you in his life, you were too good, too pure, too innocent to be with someone like him, having spent half of his life in prison. But you still stayed and loved him, having him swear on his life that He will always protect you and keep you safe. But here you were now, crawling towards the man you loved once you woke up again, head spinning but you wanted to be with him when you left. Your whole body was aching but you needed him, you needed to see him one last time. Kazutora tried to stop them but got hit as well, by far not as bad as you had been. You shook him gently and cuddled up to him, craving the warmth his body gave you on the cold concrete. He groaned out of pain when He came by, seeing the puddle of blood around you and quickly jumped into action, picking you up and trying to get help but you kept slipping away, making him panic even more. The times you were conscious you smiled up at him, trying to reassure him that it will be okay, that you're not in pain anymore and it broke him, knowing that He will lose you. “Please don't leave me Tiger, I can't do this without you…I need you… I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you…i love you” He sobbed but it was too late, your skin was ice cold and your eyes empty, staring right past him into the sky where the sun was setting as He saw life leave your features. He still carried you to the hospital, begging for help but no doctor was able to help you, it was too late as He sat beside your lifeless body, slumped over your lap "please Tiger...you have to come back... Don't leave me like this" He sobbed but it was in vain. Kazutora lost the only good thing in his life, the only thing He truly cared about.

☰ Nahoya:

Nahoya cares about exactly 2 things in his life, his brother and his lovely partner. He knew that if it would ever be required, He would step in harms way to keep you safe, but what, if He wasn't even there to protect you? The moment you called him, voice weak as you sobbed for your boyfriend, He knew it was serious, rushing to your location without anything but you on his mind. When He finally got to you, He found you slumped over in the middle of the road, a path of blood trailing to where you were laying and He knew that this was not going to end well. He sat down next to you and pulled you on his lap to keep you warm, your hands gently holding onto his now blood stained shirt “Hoya… I’m scared” you croaked out, unable to cry anymore from how exhausted you were and He nodded, trying to stay strong for you, a soft smile still on his lips “you know I love you, right? Know that you’re the most important person in my life... Just stay with me, alright?” He said serious, tears in his eyes as you didn’t answer “right y/n? RIGHT?” His voice got louder, desperate to hear your voice, to know you’re alive but the way your body went slack was all the answer He needed. Nahoya has lost his lover, one of the two things in his life He ever cared about. His smile hasn’t returned to his face ever since.

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[kazutora-kurokawa]

hello! I was thinking about tokyorev boys (kakucho, rindou, kazutora and mitsuya) they are in love with reader but reader is in love with someone else (some enemy or something painful) (I really like angst)

TokRev x Reader: Unrequited Love

♡ SFW, one-sided love, fem reader, reader is in a relationship with someone else, marriage, alcohol use, jealousy, just angst in general ♡

note: ngl this hurt a little, had a little kick to it fr😭 thanks for requesting anon

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Kakucho

Kakucho had been in love with you for the longest time and he thought you were just so sweet and perfect. But you were in a relationship with Izana, his best friend, the man who was like a brother to him. Of course he couldn't interfere in your relationship, especially since you and Izana seemed so happy together. All he could do was sit on the sidelines and watch as you drifted away, into the arms of someone he'd follow to hell and back.

Rindou

Rindou knew a lot of things, he knew what he loved, he knew what his brother was like, and he knew that you'd eventually get your heart broken. But that never occurred to his surprise. When Ran started seeing you he was prepared to make a lasting commitment, and now here Rindou is, the best man at his brother's wedding. He couldn't do anything but stand idly by and watch as the love of his life slipped out of his grasp and his brother slipped the ring on her finger.

Kazutora

Kazutora had tried his hardest to get rid of his feelings for you, he went on dates, went to parties, tried to numb his pain with alcohol, but nothing ever worked. He didn't mean to fall in love with you, you were Chifuyu's girlfriend after all. Chifuyu was there for him when he got out of prison and he cared deeply about him, but there was just something. Something about the way you looked, the way you smiled, that sweet tone in your voice that drove him up the wall. He couldn't help but love you, but he knew he'd never have you, so he's content just watching you from a distance, knowing that you're happy.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help how he felt. You were in a relationship with Draken, the two of you were happy and madly in love. Yet Mitsuya could never stop himself from getting jealous when he saw you together, the way Ken held your waist and kissed your forehead made him sick to his stomach. Even after he accepted the fact that he'd never have you for himself, he still creates all his designs with you in the forefront of his mind.

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#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #kakucho angst #kazutora angst #rindou angst #mitsuya angst #What hurts the most is when the person you're in love with is in love with someone you cherish #At least if it was your enemy you could hate them for taking what you want

[shoyoist]

— 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 (𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓).

content: gn!reader. hurt/comfort (you comfort him). set on the verge of bonten timeskip (around when hanma visits the cemetary). they deserve all the kisses they want ;( ft: mitsuya, draken, kazutora, hanma.

—. ｡˚ ♡ he's strong, but at times, he needs somebody to be strong for him.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ MITSUYA IS RESTLESS.

you wake up with a jolt, feeling the blanket wrapped over you get yanked away in one harsh, sudden motion. the thick duvet had been shielding you from the cold of the air conditioning, and as soon as it was gone, you were freezing. what the fuck—

startled, your head automatically jerks around to face the other side of the bed, and your bleary gaze focuses on mitsuya’s lean form, sitting up with his face in his hands. the blanket was crumpled up around him, pulled away from your body when he sat up.

it’s still early in the morning, you can see, because the sun coming through the window isn’t that strong. either that, or it’s a cloudy day — and either way, you’d wanted to sleep in with your boyfriend for as long as possible.

after all, you hadn’t booked a hotel room and taken him out on a mini vacation, and asked your parents to drive his little sisters to school for nothing.

mitsuya’d been working his ass off as of recent, and you were trying to give him the break he deserved. so when you found out that he’d convinced his mom to take a trip to the next city to visit her friend, you’d immediately made plans to allow mitsuya to relax as well.

you just wish he would make use of the opportunity and actually relax, though.

it takes you a moment to realize something is wrong, and when you do, you sit up immediately. “takashi? are you okay?”

he inhales, sucking in a breath of air through his fingers, and wipes his face. his gaze moves around the hotel room, as if he’s scanning his surroundings. then he turns to you, showing off sleepy, apologetic eyes. “yeah, ’m good. sorry for waking you up, baby.”

it doesn’t sound at all convincing, so you raise an eyebrow at him — waiting with more than a hint of impatience, for him to elaborate.

he laughs shortly at the gesture, waving a hand in dismissal and turning back around. the sunlight, dimmed further by the fancy curtains drawn across the window, falls on his pale hair as he tilts his head downwards. “just. panicked a little when i woke up. since it’s way past the time i drive luna and mana to class.”

“hm.” you blink. “but they’re staying with my mom and dad, remember? this week’s for us.”

“i … yeah.” mitsuya nods. “just forgot, for a second.” he still sounds off, and your brows crease with the concern for him that’s building up within your chest. scooting over so you were sitting next to him, you lean in and let your shoulders touch, and put a hand over his enclosed one. “what’s wrong, taka?”

he’s still for a moment, before he opens up his fist and curls his fingers around yours. he sighs, runs his other hand through his hair, and then meets your eyes again. “i’m just, not really used to it, you know?”

“having my responsibilites shared, i mean. i’ve been doing things on my own my whole life, so having someone around — having things easy, feels new.” he clears his throat, as if accomodating space for his words. “i’m fine, really. just had a moment.”

footsteps echo down the hall outside, other guests making their way around. you wait, because you have a feeling he’s not done yet. and you’re right, because he opens his mouth again.

“but i’m really glad, too. to have you around. it’s weird to share everything, and to have room to slow down and all. but i appreciate it. i appreciate you.” his grip on your hand tightens a little, and you let him hold it, moving closer to press a small kiss to his temple. “it’s okay, taka. i’m here for you.”

his eyes soften at that, so pretty and lavender, and he turns his face to press his forehead to yours. “i know. thank you.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ DRAKEN IS OVERPROTECTIVE.

“hey,” your coworker hurries up to you, calling your name — and when you look up towards them, it’s the first time you lift your head up from your work in a while. you glance at the clock on the wall to see that it’s almost midnight, but it doesn’t really register in your head.

“yes?” you sit up, and they jerk a thumb back. “someone’s outside. they’re looking for you. i think it’s, um, your boyfriend.” 

huh? you grab your phone from where it was half buried under a sheaf of papers, and when the screen lights up, you see seven missed calls and eleven texts — all from draken.

“is it a guy with his hair tied back, and a tattoo on the side of his head?” you get up, push your chair back and make your way down the hall towards the elevator. your coworker nods. “yeah, yeah that’s him.”

i’m sure i texted him to let him know i’ll be late tonight. you think as you step into the elevator and press the button that’ll take you to the ground floor. you’d got this job only recently, and you’ve been working extra hard so you could fit in and climb the ranks quickly.

draken was fully supportive, of course, but you’d noticed that he’s been a little … antsy, about the location of your workplace. he was always extra tense every time he dropped you off, or came to pick you up.

as soon as you step out of the elevator, you see draken in the hall, still in his D & D motors jacket. he's all disheveled, you notice, and tired.

he stops mid-pace when he sees you, roaming eyes stuttering to a pause, and he strides over.

“fuck, you’re here.” he lets out a deep breath, and now that he’s up close, you see the panic in his eyes and in the tense line of his mouth, in the way he walked. “why didn’t you answer my calls? you could’ve told me you’d be working late.”

“i did,” you begin, but he’s already asking his next question. “how many people are in there with you? you can’t stay here all alone. and you didn’t tell me—”

“ken,” you take his arm, pull him down to give him a peck on the cheek. the gesture calms him down a little - or at least you hope. “i did tell you. i sent you a message, and you literally read it.”

“what?” he retorts. “i didn’t see any messages. and i thought something happened to you, when you didn’t call me back.”

you unlock your phone, and swipe over to your shared chat. briefly going through the texts, you turn the phone around and show him the screen.

you: ken, i’ll be done at 12 tonight. pick me up then, k?

ken: hey. where are you?

he stares at the screen for a few seconds, before turning his face aside, looking decidedly embarrassed. “fuck’s sake.” he mutters under his breath.

“ken,” you say it softly. “you worry too much.”

he grimaces, looks around and then drops his head. “i’m trying, okay? but . . i don’t think too highly of this neighbourhood. and — and you know how i am.”

“i do,” you soothe, glad that the entryway is devoid of people, spare for the security guard sitting in the corner. “i understand. and i want you to keep in mind that i’ll be okay, hm?”

“it’s not safe here at night.” he says it firmly, but there’s a hint of hesitation anyway. “next time, call me if you’re staying late.”

“don’t worry.” you repeat, tracing his bicep with your thumb, still holding his arm. “i’ll call. and i’ll be fine, okay? and i promise, i’ll be here with you for as long as you want me to.”

“what does that mean?” he mutters, and then he pulls you in for a hug. you’re engulfed in his warmth, in his smell of motor oil and cologne - for a moment you’re surprised, because he doesn’t usually do things like this in places where people can see — but you manage to reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

you don’t answer his question, because you know he knows what you mean. and he holds you in silence for a while, before he whispers, “i want you with me forever.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ KAZUTORA IS SECRETIVE.

“you’re home late.” you remark from the sofa, when kazutora finally steps inside your shared home, way later than he usually does. the streets outside have gone quiet, and the news channels are playing reruns of old sports matches.

he doesn’t say anything until he’s slipped his keys back into his wallet and put his shoes away. as you observe him, you notice his hair is a little messier than usual, and that there’s a troubled tint to his golden eyes. as he passes the sofa, he bends down and takes your face between his finger and thumb and gives you a kiss. “got busy.”

you catch a whiff of something as he does it, and wrinkle your nose.

“what?” he blinks at you, and you take another sniff. “why d'you smell like cigarettes?” you wonder if his boss at the pet shop's taken up the habit of smoking. know kazutora doesn’t smoke. at least, not anymore. as far as you know.

he freezes for half a second, and you see panic flash in his eyes — but it’s gone in a blink. “nah. do i?” he sniffs at his shoulder. “smells like bird feed to me.”

“huh.” you shrug, doing your best to at remaining nonchalant as you take hold of his wrist, stopping him from pulling away. “okay, but the shop closes at like, six. where have you been?”

this time, the loss of composure is more evident. he purses up his lips, looking away so he doesn’t have to meet your eyes. kazutora isn’t a liar. he’s an honest person by nature — always speaking his mind and following through his words with actions — and when he doesn’t want to lie, he hides things.

so when he remains silent and doesn’t answer your question, you know he’s hiding something. loosening your grip on his wrist, you try to get him to look in your eyes. “you can tell me, you know?”

“yeah.” he responds a little too quickly, then swallows. “yeah. it’s not that important, though. never mind it.”

“don’t say that,” you try. “of course it’s important. it’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

he stands there, and you think he might’ve gotten lost in thought when his gaze flickers, glancing at you and quickly looking away. the room is dark, the light of the TV being the only source of illumination, but it’s enough for you to see the look on his face. he’s not really in the mood to talk about it.

“tora,” you hum. he doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s listening. “baby, you know i love you, right?”

he nods at that, fervent. “i love you, too.” you nod back. “then, you know that my feelings for you aren’t gonna disappear because of just anything, right?”

letting go of his wrist, you take his hand. “i love you, and i promise i’ll stick with you through whatever happens. nothing you tell me will change that, okay?”

kazutora’s eyes widen, the dull gold turning brighter as they catch more of the TV’s light — and you don’t know if what you said had a good effect on him or not, but you do mean what you said.

“m'kay.” he mumbles.

“good. now take a shower, and let’s go to sleep.” when you try to let go of his hand, he resists, and when you send him a questioning look, he tugs at your arm. “come take a shower with me?”

“sure.” you smile, and when you get up and move around the sofa to walk to the bathroom with him, he hooks his fingers around yours again.

“something might be coming up.” he offers something, probably thinking of satiating your curiousity. “but … i’m not sure yet. i’ll tell you about it as soon as i’m sure. okay?”

you nod, curling your fingers so yours and his are locked in place. the light from the TV fades away as you leave, but your heart feels light. and you hope his heart is light, too. “anything, tora. i’ll be here for you whenever you need me.”

“mm,” he says it simply, yet it’s full of feeling. “i love you.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ HANMA IS UNENTHUSED.

you hope hanma doesn’t notice the way you’re nervously reading through the scratched poster you’d picked up off the floor of some gas station, when he’d stopped by for a refill with you behind him on his motorcycle.

the streetlight nearby crackles and flickers every now and then, and the sky is dark — you want to use the flashlight of your phone to help you understand the words better, but then he’d definitely see and inquire on what you’re doing, and you weren’t sure enough of your idea for that just yet.

taking another drag of his cigarette, hanma blows it out in a cloud of smoke, and clears his throat. you almost crumple up the paper by reflex, but you force yourself to stay still and slowly fold the thing away.

he still catches the action, though — and turns his attention onto you. “what’s that, huh, baby?” he grins at the way you pause with the poster half folded in your hands. “hidin’ something from me?”

“no,” you reply. “i just, um, thought this poster was interesting.”

“oh yeah?” he asks. “what is it? some carnival you want me to take you to?”

you’re fumbling to put together a reasonable, unsuspicious reply when he snatches the thing from your grasp, quick as lightning and so deft, you only realize it’s gone a second later. “hey!”

“let me see, let me see.” he chuckles, batting away your hands that came to grab it back, and shakes the poster open again.

he reads the words UNDERGROUND FIGHT CLUB and does a double take, before glancing at you, and despite your embarrassment your heart jumps to see a glimmer in his eyes.

“what’s this?” he muses, voice dipping into a teasing tone. “don’t tell me you’re into this kinda thing.”

you feel your face get hot — because truthfully, you’ve been trying to find hanma something to do. you’ve known him for a long time now, and you know he’s changed drastically from the way he was before, as a teenager.

where he was once unhinged, full of glee and adrenaline, always looking for a fight and brimming with self confidence, he’s now subdued and strangely quiet. of course, it never stopped your feelings for him from growing stronger and stronger by the day, but you thought maybe you could try and — and help him get back on his feet.

truthfully, though you’d gotten used to this more languid, downbeat version of hanma, you kind of missed seeing him full of that rampant spark he used to have. but it’s embarrassing to admit, and you’re not even sure how he’d react. “i don’t know, shuji. i just picked it up.”

“uh huh,” of course, he doesn’t take that. “what, you wanna watch me beat the shit out of some people, is that it?”

“you know that’s not it.” you complain, and he chuckles. “i just thought you’d maybe be interested. i-it does make good money, and you’re — well — into it, aren’t you?”

he skims through the poster again, and then slaps it down on the empty space remaining on the bench next to him. his arm snakes around your body, pulling you flush against him in one smooth jerk. “just might check it out, then. if it’s good money, then i can finally spoil you with shit like you deserve, hm?”

you roll your eyes, but the fact that he didn’t dismiss it remained warm in your chest. “i just want you to feel good again, shuji.”

“oh yeah?” he smirks. “you make me feel good just fine, baby.”

“think about it.” you huff, borderline offended. “i know you’ll do well. they’ll gladly let in kabukicho’s reaper, just for the fame. and it’s better than nothing.”

hanma laughs, nudging your face with his chin so he could land a kiss on your lips. “’m glad you like that side of me, baby. might just use the money to get you a ring.”

you kiss him back, hooking your arms around his neck - and because he almost never says something so romantically intimate, you know your efforts meant way more to him than he showed.

#☆༉ rekha™ #☆༉ dulciloqui. #mitsuya fluff #draken fluff #kazutora fluff #hanma fluff #mitsuya x reader #draken x reader #kazutora x reader #hanma x reader #mitsuya angst #draken angst #kazutora angst #hanma angst #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #mitsuya drabbles #draken drabbles #tr fluff #tr angst #draken headcanons #kazutora headcanons #mitsuya headcanons #hanma headcanons

[skelliko]

|°- kazutora's the last piece

a/n: just something random with minor angst I had thought of

kazutora is starting to feel like the last piece of cake in the relationship that he's in. or maybe it's just his mind spinning and turning buttons in his brain to make him over think.

a cake is laid out on a table, it's shared but everyone cuts their own slice, meaning it's not equal enough. slice by slice the cake is cut, someone has more slices than the other and someone has a bigger piece than the one next to them, it's on going until there's one slice left. all the uneven and wonky slicing in wanting the best part of the cake left a broken down slice to last. a slice that is knocked over on its side from how thin it got, the frosting is no longer sturdy and if you were to pick it up, the frosting would stick to the current plate instead.

the only person that would want the last slice is someone that didn't get enough or someone that feels bad about wasting food, or maybe both.

hence why kazutora feels like the last slice of cake and you're the one that had picked him up. not because you wanted to, but because you had to.

does he think he's worthy of your love? no. but will he stop crumbling and put his mistakes that he couldn't control on top of yours? also no.

not to mention that the last piece of cake also doesn't taste as good as the other slices. a lot of the time you'd think that the last bite would be the best but instead it's actually not. are you starting to feel that way towards him? take a singular bite out of the last slice and put it back down upon realising why it's the last? or will you endure it until there's no more left and then sigh out a relief once it's finally over?

he didn't have a good upbringing, neither did that specific part of the cake that made it to be the last bit since by the time the icing went around the top it had started to run out, the baking process made that particular area go wonky too and get neglected. that slice was destined to be neglected the same way kazutora was.

would you do that to him? despite him being fully mature at 27 there's still a heart with the mentality of a child inside of him begging to gain a weight of security that he rarely got at a young age, mentally he's scared like a little kid that's afraid to get lost and you're the one that hes afraid to lose.

the seeds of the fruit from the cake will stick to your teeth the same way kazutora is starting to become more clingy towards you. wondering what's changed with him and why is he acting so different compared to the past. he's grown sweet but it's starting to become sickening from the amount, all you can do about that is to stop it but how could you when it's still so tempting?

 ♡---

#tokyo revengers #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #kazutora #tokyo revengers kazutora #kazutora angst #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya angst #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst

[kazuwhora]

— SCAR TISSUE

⨳ WARNINGS. gn!reader, small levels of angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of suicide and mental health struggles (kazutora)

⨳ WORD COUNT. 2.1k

⨳ NOTE. commission for the lovely @lesbiansportsanime and also a little something in honour of kazutora’s upcoming birthday <3 I may have shed a tear writing this

KAZUTORA has always been left in his thoughts— always left behind, always alone, and this time was no different. this time, he had taken away everyone he held close to his heart, and pushed away any chance of ever being loved by those around him ever again. he had given in to the sickness of his mind, and lost control— again. but this time, there was no one to save him. except you.

you had watched kazutora from the sidelines of fights. you watched him hurt those around him, and bring them down with him. you watched him spiral into the reality of his own delusions, and you watched as the people around him took advantage of his weakness, and manipulate him deeper into the toxicity of his mind.

part of you had always felt responsible for the events that led up to his imprisonment, after all you had observed it happening— all sides— and you let it happen. you didn’t know him, but you felt like you did, and the guilt weighed heavy on your shoulders when you watched from the sidelines as his eyes welled with tears you had never seen as he knelt beside the body of his best friend.

kazutora had already accepted his fate when he watched the life drain from baji’s eyes. the only person left who cared about him, gone in an instant and it was his fault. every second from the moment he was taken away by the police was spent shelving the blame for everything he had done, to the point where his mind was more broken and damaged than it had ever been before.

the request came as a surprise— draken had dropped by your house one afternoon, respectful as always as he asked to speak with you outside. draken had never been all that close to you before, knowing you only from your friendship with emma and not much more than that. but something about the concern that dwelled behind his eyes as he closed the door behind you made your nerves teeter on the edge.

“I need you to do me a favour” he had asked, looking past you into the distance as the sun set on the horizon. “we need you to do us a favour”

draken spoke as if his voice encompassed the gang as a whole, and he cleared his throat with an uncomfortable shift of his posture.

“kazutora” he hummed, crossing his arms in front of him as your brows knit in a confused frown. “he needs somebody, and I don’t think he can handle it being any of us”

“what—” you started, but draken cut you off before you could finish.

“he can sense it— the resentment” he muttered. draken was never proud of his negative emotions, nor was he ever one to express much in the first place. “takemitchi and I visited him today, and mikey was right. if he’s stuck in there with nobody to help him on the outside, he’s not going to make it much longer”

a knot formed in your throat as you caught drift of what draken was aiming at. suddenly all the guilt you had shrugged away watching kazutora’s downfall crashed against your body like a wave against sharp rocks, and your chest ached with an emotion you couldn’t quite understand. you had never even met kazutora, and yet the responsibility you felt— the yearning to help him nearly made your eyes prick with tears as you imagined him withering away all alone in a cell until he could no longer take the guilt of what he had done.

“but—” you started again, knowing draken was going to cut you off regardless.

“I know it’s weird, but takemitchi and I figured out a plan, if you’re okay with it of course”

you nodded for him to go on, finally giving up trying to get a word in edgewise.

“takemitchi and I— we’re going to write to him, once a month probably. I’ll give the letters to you to bring to him in person, you can tell him we couldn’t afford the postage or something. he probably wont think twice about it”

“but why m—”

“you’re the only person who doesn’t have a direct connection to what happened. you’re emma’s friend, so he’ll just connect the dots between us that way.”

the more you listened to draken’s explanation, the more you felt the waves of anxiety ebb and flow in your mind. you thought about the anguish that kazutora was dealing with— ten years behind bars would never undo what he did, and would never bring back the only person who really cared about him. you thought more and more about the tears that dripped from his eyes, and being all alone in a prison for ten years with nobody left to care would only push him right back to where he was before, and the responsibility weighed heavy on your shoulders once more.

watching from the sidelines and he withered away wasn’t an option this time. you wouldn’t allow yourself to feel that kind of guilt again, and besides, kazutora had always piqued your interest anyways.

and from that day on, you were enlisted as the official mail delivery service for kazutora hanemiya.

your first encounters were awkward. he was closed off, and emotionless— like an empty shell of a person. but somewhere behind his dull eyes, was a tiny twinkle that lit up more and more with every visit.

it started off just with the letters. you would schedule a visit, sit down, hand him the letters, and buy him a drink and something to eat. he was always thankful for your presence, bowing nearly to the ground each time you got up to leave. and slowly, over time, his walls came down and his smile returned.

you became a familiar face quite fast, and though your purpose was born from obligation, you quickly found yourself missing him between the letters.

monthly visits turned more frequent, though the letters stayed the same. you always had a new excuse to see him— sometimes to show off the new shoes you had bought, or your new haircut, or sometimes just to catch up on the only show that ever aired besides the news in prison.

kazutora was no longer the boy he was when he was free, but he was never truly free back then. though confined in walls with tight schedules and rules, kazutora was more free now, than he ever was before— and it was all thanks to your friendship that had blossomed over the years.

your visits had grown so predictable, and so frequent that the staff at the prison barely bothered to check you before entering. you were known on a first name basis by all the staff, all the guards, and all the other inmates that kazutora had allowed himself to befriend thanks to your encouragement and support.

it was his therapist that had been the one that was always on your side. he had rooted for your friendship, and thanked you for allowing kazutora into your heart, and your life all the same. so when your email came asking for his help to organize a visit on kazutora’s birthday, you barely even needed to ask.

in the years before, you had never even considered asking about visitation rights and facilities. you had spent many of kazutora’s birthdays celebrating with an unlit candle shoved into a pile of chips in an open bag, pretending to blow out a flame that wasn’t allowed. kazutora never minded— he thought it was funny and it never failed to bring a smile to his face, or a special warmth to your hugs. but this year was different. this year was his fifth birthday spent in prison— his halfway mark, and you wanted to make it special.

with a table full of groceries and ingredients supplied by both the prison staff and his therapist, you lean your hips against the counter as you sort through the items and get to work preparing. the staff had given you special permission to use the family visitation room, equipped with a half kitchen, a sofa with a tv, and a small table in the center of the room. excitement bubbles in your chest as you slice onions into tiny circles and prepare the only dish kazutora had ever expressed his desire to try: okonomiyaki.

you had never made these types of pancakes before, but days before his birthday you had spent hours watching videos and tutorials to find the best recipe you could think of with all his favourite ingredients. and surely, it would be better than the microwaved ramen he always considered a treat.

time ticks on the clock as you anxiously watch the pancake sizzle on the pan. now, your desire to make everything perfect weighs on your conscience as you scramble to clean up the mess you had made over the last two hours until the sound of footsteps in the hallway and the jingle of the guards keys signals your reminder to turn off the stove and put the food on the plates. just as you finish placing everything down on the stable and straightening the utensils just right, kazutora’s head peeks through the door with a face draped with confusion.

“i-is this—” he stutters, hesitating to enter the room until the guard nudges him past the door and closes it behind him. “for me?”

a warm smile settles on your lips as you watch him look around the room in awe. his eyes are already glossy as he takes in his surroundings, and you can’t help but pull him into a hug you’ve been craving since the last time you saw him.

“all for you” you speak through your smile as he eases himself into the hug, still distracted by everything you’ve done around him. “but also I made you okonomiyaki and we should probably try it before it gets too cold to be good”

“okonomiyaki?!” he gasps, pushing you away from the hug as he stares at you with complete seriousness behind his eyes. “you made… okonomiyaki?! for real?”

you can’t help but giggle watching his eyes light up like a kid when he sees the steaming food on the plate beside him. he can barely contain his excitement as he sits down, legs bouncing up and down while he waits for you to sit. there’s a sense of satisfaction that washes over you as you watch him tear apart the food you so carefully prepared like an animal. it’s times like these that he lives up to his name, but even still you giggle and reach across the table to fix his sleeves that keep rolling down into the food.

“good?” you ask, wishing you had made more at the sight of how fast he devoured the plate.

kazutora only nodded with a thumbs up as he picked every last piece and dusted his hands off with a sense of accomplishment. but words couldn’t encompass how grateful he was for you, and he could only express his feelings through his excitement that spilled over to you with infectious laughter.

“don’t worry about the dishes” you hum, shooing him away from counter and pointing to the sofa across from the tv. “I managed to get them to record the episodes you missed last month so we can catch up together”

just when you thought kazutora’s eyes couldn’t go any wider, his face lights up with shock as he nearly jumps in place and pulls you to the sofa. his fingers move at lightning speed with the remote as he skips through the mindless recordings of baseball games the staff kept for themselves until he finds the first of the missed episodes of your shared tv show.

“seriously though” he pauses, turning to face you as you tuck stray pieces of his hair behind his ear. “why’re you doing all this?”

you smile, letting your hand rest on top of his as you let out a small sigh. “what, you don’t like it?” you tease, and kazutora nearly panics.

“no! no its not that! this has been the best day of—”

you cut him off before he can say another word that might pull at your heartstrings a little too much. “because its your fifth birthday tora, and I wanted to show you how much I care about you”

kazutora cocks his head like a dog. “.. fifth? but.. I’m—”

“you’re not the same person you were when you got here five years ago— you restarted everything— you’ve changed now”

a shaky breath sits in your chest as you watch his eyes fall to your hand covering his.

“you’re right” he mutters, though his face reflects the contentment and comfort of his soul. “thank you— for everything…”

“of course— I want to make your birthday spe—”

this time kazutora is the one to cut you off, and his fingers intertwine themselves with yours.

“I mean for everything— all these years, everything you’ve done for me— thank you”

you look up at him, his glossy eyes reflecting the tears that glimmer in yours. you had spent nearly your whole life searching for something to make you feel whole, and now you’ve realized you’ve had it right beside you all along for the last five years. the missing piece of his puzzle is the extra piece of yours, and there’s nothing more fulfilling than looking down at the finished piece of artwork before you.

“thank you” you hum, looking away as you try your best to withhold the tears that kazutora lets flow so freely. “you’re everything to me, kazutora, so happy birthday”

your lip quivers with a tearful smile as kazutora pulls you just close enough to rest his chin on your head.

and for once in your life, you feel whole.

#kazutora x reader #kazutora angst #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #kazutora #hanemiya kazutora x you #kazutora x reader angst #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #kazutora x you

[k9wa]

༊*·˚ CHERRY HILL. featuring haruchiyo sanzu, manjiro sano, kazutora hanemiya.

∴ SYNOPSIS : the dreadful reasons that, despite the home you find in one another, you fight.

∴ CONTENT : angst, fighting, general shitty relationship things, sanzu is toxic, mikey is a mess, kaz needs a therapist, gn reader (no referring pronouns.)

∴ NOTE : i love my babygirls but i also love the way they r all very intricate and flawed characters :] big fan of how this came out i hope you enjoy!!

༉‧₊˚. HARUCHIYO SANZU.

── his empty promises.

⠀

“baby, plea—”

“fuck you.” 

sanzu trailed you through your apartment's hallways, his heavy footsteps echoing through the otherwise quiet home. maybe you shouldn’t have let him inside after he showed up at roughly four in the morning, however, there was something about sanzu haruchiyo, such a big dog with such a mean bite, leaning against your door frame like a sad puppy, that always had you undoing the latch against your better judgement.

maybe you just preferred the peace of mind from knowing he was passed out in your living room rather than one of his clubs, or the floor of his office.

“just talk to me for a minute.” 

“i’m not in the mood for your bullshit apology right now.”

“i know you’re pissed–”

“don’t try to level with me. either leave me alone or go the fuck home.”

“just listen to me for five minutes!”

sanzu continued to plead as he trailed behind you, all you wanted was to get into your room and lock the door, so you could deal with him in the morning, while he wasn’t still coming down from the high that sparked such an issue in the first place.

“listen to you what, lie to me more? ill pass.” sanzu gritted his teeth at how you hadn’t even bothered to turn around to talk to him. 

you finally reached your room, but before you got the chance to close yourself away in it, sanzu stuck his leather shoe tight in the gap between the wooden frame and the door. with a heavy heart, alongside an equally heavy sigh, you looked up at him. 

his sclera were red, and dry, the beautiful pink hair he always prided himself on found a chaotic pattern around his bangs, and there were those sad puppy dog eyes he always managed to trap you in. 

he sets the bait,

“please.” 

you eye the trap.

“...five minutes. that's it..” 

the creak of the hinges is music to his ears as you open the door to allow him inside. he follows you to the bed and gets comfortable beside you, reaching a hand over to run his fingers along your knuckles. he snapped to grab your hand before you’re able to pull it away from his touch.

“i didn’t mean to blow up on you.” you’re silent. “was just– way too fuckin’ high and lost my temper.”

sanzu put his free hand on the small of your back, a gesture intended to bring you some form of comfort, yet it only made you feel trapped. he drops his head onto your shoulder. 

“‘m sorry. you know i love you.”

did you?

“‘m gonna do better, from now on. promise.”

he’s not, nor will he ever.

“you know y’mean the world t’me.”

he’s still slurring his words.

“haruchiyo–” he brings your hand up to his cheek and kisses your palm. 

you knew he was just hungover, that the only reason his touch with you was so tender and desperate was due to the lack of dopamine flooding his brain. 

so why did it feel so good? why was his skin so warm, his grip so welcoming?

why were you running your thumb across his cheek, and bringing a hand to push the hair out of his eyes? 

“you make me wanna be better.” his lips ghost the skin of your neck. “i’ll be better. i fucking swear.”

you know in a barely week he’ll be back in your arms, swearing up and down that this time is the last, that you’re everything to him, with you arguing back that his actions showed the opposite.

so why did you believe him? 

you eye the trap.

“okay.” you lifted his head, and kissed the dried sweat on his forehead. 

“i believe you.”

he’s got you, hook line and sinker.

༉‧₊˚. MANJIRO SANO.

── his destructiveness.

⠀

mikey wasn’t like anyone you had ever been with.

mikey didn’t shout, or raise his voice at you, he never raised his hand as a threat.

when mikey was upset, he acted like you didn’t even exist to him.

no phone calls, no texts, he’d walk right past you without so much as a glance, as if you were a spirit haunting the bonten corridors, invisible to the men who inhabited them.

this went on until you would finally break, until you were apologizing for things you didn’t even do. or sometimes the ladder, the bottled up emotions would explode all at once. 

in those moments, mikey would hit back, and he hit hard.

“you just— can you be an adult about this? do you have to do this every time you get pissed off for god knows what reason??”

you shouted at the man sat way too calmly in front of you. he, like several times before, hadn’t talked to you in days, and your over-stretched bubble of emotions had finally burst. 

“will you stop yelling?”

“no!”

why should you? you had every right to be pissed. 

“i’m not gonna stop yelling until you finally tell me what the fuck your problem is!” 

you’re pacing around the floor of his office, talking frantically with your hands. mikey’s jaw clenches as he stares up at you from his chair, through heavy eyelids. 

mikey didn’t shout, or raise his voice at you, he never raised his hand as a threat.

mikey hit you where it hurt. 

“what my problem is..?”

he placed his palms on his desk, a feeble attempt at grounding himself. he felt the words bubbling up in the back of his throat, they stung, they were acidic.

mikey was destructive.

he burned all his bridges, save for you. sometimes he felt that maybe, you should join his friends as just another person in his past.

where mikey went, destruction followed.

“you’re insufferable. that’s what my problem is.”

your pacing came to a steady stop, the words begin to bounce around in your head. 

“…what?” you practically muttered.

“why are you even here? do you really think i give a shit about anything you’re even saying right now?

do you, honest to god, think i don’t have anything more important to do? huh?”

mikey saw the way you shrunk, and in the back of his mind, in the deepest, darkest corner, he wanted to stop. he wanted to stand up and apologize, to kiss all over your face the same way he did when you were upset as teenagers, just to make you smile.

alas, he wasn’t a kid anymore, and that corner of his brain was just too deep, and too dark.

“is that really how you feel?”

your tone was so different than it was just seconds ago. mikey bit the inside of his cheek, and the look on your face somehow shone a light into that closed off, foggy section of his head.

“…just go home.”

maybe he didn’t want to burn his bridge with you, maybe that’s why he hadn’t. you were his light at the end of his tunnel vision.

you blinked away the tears building up on your lower lashes. 

“okay, fine.” 

you walked calmly to pick up your bag off the lounge chair you’d thrown it on.

“i'll be there if you wanna talk.”

you shouldn’t have given him the option, he thought. he doesn’t deserve your willingness to hear him out, to forgive him.

manjiro didn’t respond as he watched you walk out, he saw the way your head hung low, the light in your eyes dulled.

god how he wished the destruction that trailed him would finally throw him a bone, just this once.

༉‧₊˚. KAZUTORA HANEMIYA.

── his demons.

⠀

“dunno why you’re here.”

the smell of cigarette smoke filled kazutora’s sinuses, the butt of his smoke hung from his lips as he nursed the filter. his eyes held a visible cloudiness as he looked over the city, leaned lazily over the railing at the top of his apartment building.

“because i don’t wanna fight anymore.”

you hated the feeling of his back towards you, the aura you could practically see covering him, it was dark, like a thick tar was coating his soul. 

kazutora had so many mental wars he fought each day, and as much as you wanted to help him through them, sometimes all you could do was sit and wait for a letter home from your soldier.

he fought his battles, and he did it well. yet kazutora was human, and he just couldn’t keep shaking the inevitable shell shock.

“so go home then.”

kazutora had a switch in his brain that, most of the time, was off. that was when you experienced the version of him you had fallen for in the first place, his usual clumsy, sweet self. you weren’t sure why it happened, nor what would cause it, if anything specific at all, but every so often he would wake up and the switch would be turned on. 

cue, hanemiya politely telling you to fuck off on his roof top.

“‘tora, please.”

it was important to try not to take anything he said in those times of instability to heart, you knew he wasn’t himself, that a fog was floating around his head.

“leave. seriously.”

kazutora in that moment wanted nothing more than for you to leave and forget he even existed. 

he hated himself, and hated the things he’d done in his past even more. the domino effect of disaster he started single handedly.

kazutora was a forest fire, the flames that endlessly spread, and overtime burned down all the beautiful greenery that surrounded him. he couldn’t stand to watch himself turn you to ash as well.

“i’m not going—”

“for fucks sake—leave! just—just go home! or to chifuyu’s or fucking somewhere that isn’t here!” 

he couldn’t face you, couldn’t look into the eyes he so desperately wanted to never be tainted by the sins following him ever again. 

“‘tora—”

“don’t. please don’t.”

kazutora could hear ringing in his ears, and pressed his palms into his eyes. he could feel himself becoming undone at the seams.

it subsided for just a moment when he felt your arms around his waist, your head rested on his back.

“fine, i'll go home. you can come talk to me when you’re ready.”

it took all of his self control not to turn around, not to hug you and beg you to help him, to do something about the black sludge in his brain he could never seem to wipe away. 

he was silent as you pulled away, he could hear your footsteps get further.

“i love you, okay?”

all kazutora could think is how he wishes you didn’t.

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[haihaihaitani]

Habit of Breaking My Heart ~ *Kazutora Hanemiya*

Summary: He's alway breaking your heart, even though you still love him. You decide you can't take it anymore, which just breaks your heart even more...

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1216

Warning: crying, potential break up, hurt to comfort

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Kazutora had this horrible habit of breaking your heart. 

Every time you would go over to see him, he would ignore you and tell you to leave almost immediately. He wouldn’t even look you in the eye anymore. And as much as it hurt, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He was too important to you, even if he couldn’t see it for himself.

“You’re back.” Chifuyu said, surprised to see you back at the apartment he shared with Kazutora and Keisuke.

You nodded. “I am. But I can’t stay for long.”

“Kazutora’s not here.” Keisuke added as he saw you, earning an elbow in the ribs from Chifuyu.

Your breath hitched, but you acted like it didn’t as you nodded again. “That’s fine. Can I still talk to the two of you?”

Chifuyu nodded and led you to the couch. “That's fine. You look like you have something you want to talk about anyways.”

As Keisuke and Chifuyu sat, you continued to stand, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You really didn't want to have this conversation with your friends. But it needed to be done.

Keisuke gave you an encouraging smile. “So what brings you back here, huh? Here to plead for Toma to return your love?”

"Kei, I swear." Chifuyu snapped through gritted teeth. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't an apology, I will kick you out of here so fast. Don't think I'm bluffing."

"Sorry, Y/n."

You gave him a sad smile. You'd normally punch him in the shoulder for saying something so nasty, but you were already depressed from the message you were about to give them. His teasing couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting.

“I’m moving away. You will never see me again.”

Keisuke's small pout from being berated by Chifuyu was replaced with shock. “Really? Why? Where are you going? Why can't we see you anymore?”

"Y/n, please, tell us this isn't true!" Chifuyu added.

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact. “It's true. I wouldn't lie about something like this. Besides, I can’t stay here anymore. Where my place in the world is, I don’t know. But I’ll find it, I’m sure.”

"Please don't go!" Keisuke begged, dropping to his knees in front of you and shaking his clasped hands in front of you. "I thought we were your friends!"

"You are my friends!" You assured him. "It's just, I really can't stay here. There's no place for me here anymore. I need to forge a new path on my own."

"This doesn't have anything to do with the other roommate, does it?" Chifuyu asked carefully.

Your breath hitched again and tears pricked your eyes. But you wouldn't cry. You refused to cry over him again.

"It's better this way." You tried to explain. "I need to start over, on my own. I need to be away from any reminder of my past. I'm truly sorry."

“YOU’RE MOVING?!”

The shout coming from the bedrooms in the back of the apartment made you gasp. You then whirled around to Keisuke. "You said Kazutora wasn’t here!”

He bit his lip and looked away. “I lied. Besides, it’s not like he wanted to see you anyways.”

Chifuyu pursed his lips before saying, “You both have a lot to talk about. We’ll leave you alone. Come on, Keisuke.”

“But but but!” He whined.

“Now!”

“Fine. Don’t break anything.”

As they left, Kazutora grabbed you by the shoulders tightly. You swallowed your cry and kept your gaze anywhere but his face. “Why are you moving? Why are you leaving everything from your past behind? Why are you leaving ME behind?”

“I can’t stay where I’m not wanted.” You tried to explain, but he wasn’t listening.

“You’re so selfish! You’re turning your back on your family and your friends! You’re the worst kind of person I’ve ever met!” He spat with such venom, the tears began to roll down your cheeks.

“I’m selfish?” You shot back, as the tears finally started to fall. Though you wanted to stop, reign your emotions back in, you knew you couldn't. He finally needed to hear everything you've been bottling in ever since he decided to abandon you. “Kazutora, you are the one who can’t even look me in the eye because I remind you of your past! I know you’ll never admit it, but you believe I’m one of the reasons for all of the troubles in your past with Mikey and that gang. You blame everyone for what happened back then, not realizing you're pushing people away in the process. You’re destroying yourself over something no one could control. I hate watching you do this to yourself. So I’m leaving, because I can’t do this anymore.”

There was a long pause and Kazutora’s harsh, bruising grip on your shoulders loosened. However he didn’t let you go. You understood why. Deep down, you always knew that he felt the same way you did and that if he let you go, you would slip away from him forever. So you didn’t move. You couldn’t, because you didn’t want to slip away either.

“I-” His voice was strangled, as if he was trying not to cry. “I don’t know what to say.”

You nodded, your heart heavy in your chest. “I understand. I’ll go now.”

“No.”

The sureness in his voice made you freeze. You finally looked at Kazutora to see him looking at the ground. Angry tears were flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor, but he looked so determined and focused. When he looked at you, he sniffed before continuing.

“I can’t let you leave. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice shook but he pressed on. “I have been the worst person to you because I couldn’t accept how things ended back then with the gang. I still can’t, but I know now that it is not your fault. I cannot promise to be perfect, but I can say that I will strive to do better, for you. You’re the most important thing in my life right now and I can’t lose you too. So please, I beg of you, don’t leave me.”

Now it was your turn not to know what to say. Everything you’ve wanted to hear from him just tumbled out of his mouth. And despite his words, you did have a choice. You could go and leave him behind, keeping the two of you broken for the rest of your lives. Or you could stay and try to repair the broken bond between you.

The choice was clear.

With tears in your eyes, you held him close and pressed your face into the crook of his neck. “I can’t leave you. I didn’t want to in the first place. I just couldn’t live with seeing you so broken. I can’t break you anymore than you are. My heart won’t let me.”

He held you equally as tight and you could feel his tears. “I promise not to hurt you anymore than I already have. I promise to try and do better. We’ll get through this together, somehow. I know now you’re what I need to get through this. I need no one else but you.”

“I love you Kazutora.”

“I love you, too.”

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Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, domestic abuse, bodily harm, gang violence, dehumanisation, mentions of gore, y/n genuinely tries to be a good parental figure

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

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The straw that broke the camel’s back was when you were 18, just a few days before Kazutora’s 10th birthday.

The house was silent when you walked in, not an uncommon occurrence, but the stale air inside as you slammed the doors shut behind you smelled wrong.

The air was heavy with the scent of your own rotting corpse set ablaze, flashes of your own murder scene littering the walls and doors, and as you stare into your own eyes, you can’t tell if you’re the killer or the victim.

You always knew you’ll be the first to desecrate your own body.

The house felt freezing.

You tried to tell yourself everything was okay, that you were just imagining things as you took your shoes off in the hallway, your work bag tightly clutched in your hands as you crept into the living room, your heart stuck and jackhammering in your throat.

The table was broken.

The table was broken, a mess of splinters and glass shards and neither Kazutora nor your parents were anywhere to be found, and the table was broken when it was fine mere hours ago and your brother is nowhere to be found and-

The table is broken.

“Tora!” You called out, your feet carrying you to the door of his room before you could think, banging on the door, hoping to hear a response, “Kazutora!”

When none came, you forced the doors open, but he was nowhere to be found.

You started searching the rooms in the house, frantically, desperately, pushing doors open and closed and open, calling out his name as if you’re on the verge of death and all you can think about is the child you’ll leave abandoned.

The last room you checked was your own, still calling out Kazutora’s name as your eyes searched for his tiny form, hoping he is fine.

You were never a religious person, having spent years of your life with a pair of tweezers and plucking out all the broken pieces of God from your flesh, but at this moment, you prayed.

You prayed for him to be fine.

“Tora? KAZUTORA?!”

“Here.” A tiny voice called out, far too small and scared for your liking, and falling to your knees fast enough to hear an audible crack, you pulled up your covers, looking under the bed.

There he was.

The tears on his face, mixing with bruised and broken skin, made your blood boil.

“Tora, baby, come here please.” You spoke softly, tapping the floor with your open palm, hoping you sounded gentle in the way winters spent curled up under a blanket are, even if you could already recognise your own voice to be as gentle as a medical scalpel running down an open spine, “Please.”

You waited until he crawled out from under the bed, waited like an owner begging a cat to come to them waits, and when he did, you waisted no time to scoop him up into your lap and hold him close, whispering soothing words as he held onto your shirt tightly, trying desperately to stop the tears rushing down his face.

“Tell me what happened.” Moving his hair away from his eyes, you waited patiently as he hiccupped and took in shaky breaths, your fingers running up and down his back in what you hoped was a soothing manner.

Every time he calmed down enough to start talking, he’d melt down into a sobbing mess again, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you held him close, his body so small and fragile in your arms, you were sure he’d break.

He finally gained enough strength to look at you, but the way he avoided your eyes broke your heart.

“Dad disciplined me. He- He said it wasn’t anger! Just d- discipline.”

Your blood ran cold.

Inhaling through gritted teeth, desperate to keep your carefully crafted mask of calmness, you kiss his forehead gently, wiping away the tears.

Gently tilting his chin upwards so he was looking at you, you smile, pinching his cheek softly, careful to not touch the pained skin around his jaw.

“Come on, little man, it’s alright, this will never happen again, okay?”

His big, amber eyes stared at you in something bordering on doubt and betrayal, as if he’s trying to tell you that he knows you’re lying.

You aren’t.

You promised yourself long ago, that the second your father draws his blood, you’re taking your brother out of that house and never coming back.

“That wasn’t discipline, Kazutora, okay? That was abuse, plain and simple. Do you understand?”

Hesitantly, he nodded.

Outside the room, you heard footsteps and doors closing.

“Pack a bag baby, put in everything you’d like to take with you for a while, okay?”

“Where are we going?”

Sighing as you combed hair out of his face, you smiled.

“Away from here, okay? Deal?” Extending your pinkie finger, he looked at it warily, glancing up at you.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

It was a promise long overdue, but one you were finally willing to fulfil.

You allowed him to cling to you for a little bit more until his breathing evened out, your fingers tangling into his hair and planting kisses on his tearful cheeks and forehead, you waited until he was ready to move away from you.

“Tora, baby, I love you, you know that, right? I’ll always love you. You’ll always be the most important person in my life, ya’ know? I’ll make sure you grow up knowing you’re loved. You’re my little tiger, aren’t you? You’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. Okay?”

He nodded, shakily, an ‘I love you too’ whispered against your neck, barely audible, his voice so small, but it was good enough.

You smiled when he quickly kissed your cheek, getting off your lap and up, shakily waiting for you to do the same, shuffling his feet in place.

His small fingers tangled with yours as soon as you did, and you gently ruffled his hair and opened the doors.

Your parents were in the living room, your father comfortably seated and reading a book, your mother standing over the kitchen sink as she prepared dinner.

You inhaled through your nose, slowly, and pointing Tora to go to his room while you deal with the mess, you smiled encouragingly at the small, shivering child staring up at you.

You felt anything but.

As soon as the doors to his bedroom slammed shut, you once again became just a ghost haunting the house you died in, once again nothing but an oil spill in clear water, and taking a long, long breath, you felt your ribs twist and break with the weight of the world.

With no thoughts and yet too many bubbling up to the surface, you lost track of when you commanded your legs to move, or when you raised your fist and met it with the skin of your father’s jaw.

All you knew is the monster is now kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you stare into eyes the same as your own, and you feel the world collapse.

What have you become?

“I told you what will happen if you put another hand on him, father,” With cold words and pushing away your mother’s hands away from your own with ease, you took a step closer, kneeling in front of your own murderer with dead eyes the same as his and the words in your mouth die on your tongue, turning into a litany of blood and sand, “You knew and you did it anyway.”

He stares at you in the same way you must have looked at him for years.

And for a second, you consider mutilating him in the same way he has mauled you, you consider beating him into a bloody pulp the same way he has turned you from a girl with hollowed bones and dust of dying stars in her eyes to just an empty room with a sacrificial altar in the middle.

Just another slaughterhouse floor.

He knows you’ve trained yourself to become a weapon, and he let you, and now he was the one shaking, afraid, as you debated beating up so bad until you couldn’t see your own eyes staring up from a demon’s face.

But you look up just in time and you see two eyes staring at you from the doorway, peeking just enough for the light to reflect in them, and you stop yourself before you could take a step further.

Kazutora doesn’t deserve for his sister to become a monster in front of him too.

“I’m leaving, and I’m taking Kazutora with me.”

The woman who has watched you bleed until you turned grey, watched you set your own bones back into place your entire life, pulled you up on your feet, clutching your shoulders hard enough to leave bruises and as you stare into her eyes, so familiar on another face but so foreign on her own, you aren’t sure anymore if she was the victim or the accomplice.

“You can’t! A boy should stay with his mother! I’ll leave him, I’ll leave your father, Kazutora should stay with me-“

You pushed her away from yourself, taking a step back and glancing between her and your father, the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, the sound of thousands of rust-filled scars opening back up.

You laughed.

“You had 19 fucking years to leave him! And did you, huh?! DID YOU?! No! You just let him be, and you let him do- YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID TO ME! BUT LETTING HIM DO THAT TO TORA?! HE’S 10! HE’S A KID!”

Your mother opened her mouth to stop your screaming, but you didn’t let her say a word, raising your hand in a shushing motion.

“I won’t allow you fuck up Tora the same way you did me. He’s a good kid, okay? He’s smart and kind and hardworking and he’s a good fucking kid! Do you even know what he wants to be when he grows up?! DID YOU EVER REMEMBER HIS BIRTHDAY?!”

Your mother merely stares at you, mouth opening and closing, but she has no words for you anymore.

You had to laugh again.

“I’m not letting you fuck up Tora the same way you did me. I’m taking the boy and leaving, and you two better never contact either of us again.”

“Kazutora should stay with his parents. You’re unfit to raise a child.“

Your eyes fall down on your father’s quivering form, the laugh bubbling up from inside your throat sounding more and more like the sound of broken glass, and as you remembered all the 16ths of September they’ve forgotten, all the gifts you bought with what little cash you had saved up, all the bruises you allowed to decorate you instead of the innocent child hiding in his room, all of the soft words whispered into Kazutora’s comforter when he was sick, all the futures you gave up on to take care of him, you can’t help but to agree with your father.

You’ve always been more of a mausoleum than a home.

“Ya’ think, father? I’d like to think I was cut for it. I’ve been more of a mother and father to him than either of you.”

You turned away, finally looking at the wide eyes staring at you from the doorway.

“Tora, hun, are you packed?”

Hesitantly opening the doors, he nodded softly, fingers shaking around the bag he held clutched tightly.

Walking over to him, you grab his bag from his hands, slinging it over your shoulder as you pick him up, allowing him to bury his face into your shoulder, and as you left, you refused to even look back at the two people who gave you life only to cut it apart.

But somewhere, in the tiniest corner of your mind, you forgave them.

You forgave them because if Kazutora was so perfect, so lovely, when he was carved out of the same flesh and bone you were made out of, then something must have been askew with you, something your parents had no control over must have been wrong.

If Kazutora was so good, raised in the same house as you, then you must have been born rotten.

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Hi, I came across your blog while I was checking out fics with the Kazutora tag, and I read a few of your works, and LOVED them! I'm still new to TR, but so far from what I've seen of Kazutora, you really capture him well!

I was wondering if you'd be open to writing something along the lines of Kazutora having a date over for a movie, but he seems like he's trying to keep distance between himself and said date, even to the point that he's left space between them so their legs won't touch. But his date has known him for years, even before he was locked away for 10 years, and really wants tk be close to him, so they scoot closer and lean their head against his shoulder, resting one of their hands on his arm. I'd love to know how you think he would react! I'd be fine with this being either a headcanon or a one-shot, honestly! It's just been on my mind since Tora brainrot settled I'm. 😅 I also wonder how his past self would have reacted, but whether that is written too or not is totally up to you if you do decide to take on this request, since I know he was like...15 during the 2005 timeline.

Regardless of what you decide, I love your work! ❤️

A/N: ahh thank you bb! I’m honored, I don’t get many of these compliments on here and it always brightens my day :) And I don’t mind doing both timelines, enjoy!

Pairing: kazutora x gn!reader

Notes: kinda slight spoilers (of his timeline), tw mentions of panic attack (kazutora), mostly just fluff and comfort

2005-2007 timeline:

“Was juvie harsh?” you ask, the movie almost sounding mute as kazutora looked over at you with wide eyes.

“.. How so?” he counters

“Well, I don’t know. You seem more.. distant.” your eyes wander back to the tv, momentarily taking in the scene before turning back to kazutora to speak once again.

“It’s because I am. Something horrible happened, you can’t just forget things like murder, y/n.” he says a matter of fact, not even sugar coating the unspeakable acts he had committed, regardless of whether he wanted to admit he did or to blame it on someone else again.

A small laugh slipped past your lips as you scooted across the couch and rested your head on his shoulder, taking him by surprise as he peered down at you between his golden locks.

“True, but in some ways, you have become a better man.” you say as your hands rests near his, looking over the many scars scattered along his hands and wrists like ornaments.

“You really think so?” he asks after a while, hesitantly taking your hand into his for the first time in ages.

“Yeah.” you say with a small smile.

2017 (i think) timeline:

The tv’s light flickered in the dark as an awkward kissing scene came on again, making both you y’all cringe and to look other places. Your eyes landed on Kazutora’s slim figure, frowning at the large gap in between you and him.

“How was work?” you ask, trying to pull anything for a small talk as he turned to face you with his golden yet curious eyes.

“Fine, busy.” he replies, his response matching perfectly with the tired eyebags hugging the bottom of his eyes and his slightly slumped-over figure.

Your head tilted sideways slightly as you studied his face. You shruged to yourself before moving over towards him, catching his attention as now he was cornered with you extremely close.

“I don’t have an illness Kazu, loosen up.” you joke, a small laugh escaping your lips as he averted his eyes elsewhere in the room.

“Still hung up on the past, I see.” you sigh as he looks at you again, catching a small dissatisfied glare from you as he too sighed.

“I’m not any different than I was 10 years ago, y/n.” is all he says as he gazes out the window, his eyes not settling on anything in particular just looking away from your eyes that stared him down with that typical mom-look.

“You are. Juvie and everything else aged you well, kazu.” you say hopefully, patting his shoulder as he turned to meet your gaze, small tears forming in his eyes unexpectedly.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Please. Just… move.” he says, almost pleads, as he tries to scoot away himself. Your hands quickly found his as you looked into his eyes with full warmth.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re not hurting me. You didn’t know, remember?” your smile lightened the darkness in him as your gentleness flooded his senses, forcing him to nod as his mind began to slow down again.

Your hand found his and intertwined, a small squeeze coming from your hand to show him that you were actually there for him, a small smile forming on his face. Yeah, you were a keeper.

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[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬

⧫ Characters: Taiju, Kazutora, Hanma

꒰ ͜͡➸ Forgiveness | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Ran/Rindou/Sanzu | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Mikey/Nahoya/Draken

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Wordcount: 1.9k

⧫ Summay: They have sworn to never hurt you - but during an arguement they lose their temper and their hand slips, slapping you across the face.

⧫ WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, reader getting hit once

☰ Taiju:

You knew Taiju ever since his mom died, you knew how aggressive He can get. Ever since you met him, you kept treating him nice but also put him in his place if it was needed and he raised his hand once but you didn’t even flinch. „Listen to me, if you ever raise a hand to me again, i will cut out your heart and eat it for breakfast, do you understand me?“ You warned him calm and this calm but firm voice was what made him lower his hand, never raising it against you again. You were never scared of him, especially not since that incident happened, seeing him gentle with you, never wanting to upset you. This was the side only you got to see of him, the side you grew to love. It was you who helped him get better after the events at the church, staying at his side through it all and reassuring him that he is a good guy, that you know that he can do it. It was you who held him close at night when the facade started to crumble, letting him cry and fall apart in your arms without any judgement.

Taiju has promised in return that he will protect you with his life, make you the happiest person that wanders this earth and that he will never be the reason you’re hurting.

„You can’t just expect me to be okay with you entering this Gang shit again Tai, not after all these years you spent to become better“ you said serious but calm, not wanting to raise your voice at him, never did. He never liked being told what to do, especially not when it's about something he can’t change. He can't just up and leave everything he built behind just like that „i promised to protect you. What else do you want from me?“ His desperate voice boomed through the now empty Restaurant, well past closing time. All you could do was shake your head „This is not about me Taiju. It’s about you not falling into old habits“ you explained but it was no use as you suddenly felt a sharp sting across your cheek, hand rushing up to hold it in hopes it soothes the pain.

Taiju looked equally shocked as you, too scared to reach his trembling hand out to you, his voice unable to form a single word, not knowing what he could even say as he looked into your cold eyes, every shimmer, every bit of love drained from them. You looked at him not with fear but with disgust and hate before you turned around and left him standing there, tears rolling down your cheek once you were out of his sight. What have you done to make him break his promise? Was it reminding him of it? Were you too far in his business? It didn’t matter. He raised his hand against you, he did the only thing he swore himself to never do. His heart was broken over his own actions as his knees gave in, making him fall to the ground as his hands covered his face, knowing he fucked it up, knowing you wont be there when he comes home. He knew that the contact his hand made with your face was the last time he touched the love of his life and it broke him, worse than anything ever could.

☰ Hanma:

It was never easy with Hanma, knowing that he was an outlaw, knowing that he was in numerous gangs. You don’t even know how he fell for you, having nothing to do with that kind of life, but maybe it was that innocence he needed to balance his life out, able to forget the violence with you.

You never saw him being violent, only hearing of his reputation whenever someone tries to warn you not to get too close to him… They didn’t know you were already „too close“, having a somewhat healthy relationship with him, never once having you feel scared.

Hanma has never been this gentle with anyone in his life before, talking to you so soft and caring, people wouldn’t recognize him if they would hear him. He craved the way your soft hands held onto a single hand of his, kissing the tattoos on the back of his hands or the way you always called him „Shu“ or „Shuji Bear“. Sure, he would kill anyone who ever witnessed it but you know of his reputation, knowing better than to embarrass him like that in front of his friends. In fact you rarely ever showed up when they were around, only to bring drinks, if even. It’s not like you were scared of them, they all treated you like some fine china and adored the way you take care of them whenever they show up at your shared place, needing a place to crash, treating you with the most respect. Even Hama was surprised by how well you all seemed to get along.

„You need to come get him… It’s bad“ Draken, the last person you ever expected to call you said through the phone, sending you the location afterwards. Not knowing what’s even going on, you quickly made your way there, seeing your boyfriend sitting against a wall, blood splatters covering his gang uniform and face, eyes red and puffy from all the crying. „Come on Shu, let's get home and clean you up“ you mumble, helping the tall guy stand up, not getting an answer back but you understood, only guessing what could have happened. Once you two got home, you led him to the bathroom, getting a washcloth to clean one of the blood off his skin and he just let it happen, face drained from all emotions.

„Stop treating me like a Baby, i can clean myself“ he spat, voice laced with venom which made your skin crawl because this way of talking was never directed towards you before but you understood why he’s feared now. „Shu, let me help… You’re not alone“ you whispered back, big mistake. His hand shot up and across your face, letting the tears well up in your eyes „Get out of my life. I don’t need you“ he said cold and you nodded, quickly packing a few things before leaving the apartment in a hurry. Outside you could still hear his screams and items being broken. He hated himself for hurting you, for raising his hand against you but he didn’t know what else to do, words wouldn’t have made you leave and he needed you to leave. He needed to protect you, scared of losing you like he just lost his closest friend Kisaki, scared he will be the reason you will die. And if that takes him breaking your heart by physically hurting you, he will do it. He can’t afford to lose you, turning crazy at the thought of you getting hurt, Crazy at the thought of what he just needed to do. But you wouldn’t have understood. You wouldn’t have left out of yourself, always caring for him but he didn’t deserve you, setting you free from the prison that was his life.

☰ Kazutora:

You met Kazutora over Chifuyu back when he was still in prison, tagging along one day and immediately clicking with him. You soon found yourself there every second Saturday, talking to the man behind the thin glass, laughing through the speaker as he was telling you a funny story about your shared friend Chifuyu. It went on like this for months until you gathered your courage and confessed to him that you like him, more than just a friend and he wanted to punch through the glass, kiss you, hug you… just be able to touch you but all he could do was sit there and smile big „me?“. He asked insecure, not sure why you would love him out of all people, especially since you know his past and he’s in prison. „Yes you, Tora. I will wait for you, i promise“ you said sincere, placing your hand against the glass, making him sniffle „This is the only way i will ever raise my hand against you… to do this“ he mumbled serious, placing his hand against the glass over yours. „I know Tora, you’re a good guy“ you reassured him, trusting him.

Whenever things got a bit out of control you like to think back to this day, the whole stage of getting to know the man you love with your whole heart. Right now He was having a Hard time with his mental health and you knew it, always blaming you or even Chifuyu every time things didn't go as planned… And the nightmares got worse as well. Every night by now He spent crying in the shower or Into your arms, He needed help and you both knew it.

Sunday morning things seemed to escalate as you were making breakfast. “You can’t just call my therapist and let him Come over y/n” He said serious, voice getting louder with each word. You didn't even react to this, knowing that He knows it's needed, He needed help since He hasn’t been at therapy for quite a while, promising you He will go back when he gets Bad again. “Why would you betray me like this? I thought you loved me” He said desperate, feeling vulnerable and betrayed by you. It really shouldn’t have affected you the way it did, knowing he's just saying Things out of frustration but you reacted anyways “i don’t love you? I've been waiting for you for years, I've been nothing but Patient with you and you know you need help” you spat back, trying to stay calm until you felt the sharp pain of his hand connecting with your cheek which was slowly red. His eyes were wide and He stared at you and then his hand, as if the noise the action made woke him out of this state, tears spilling out of his golden eyes once He realized what just happened. As your lip trembled you just stared at him, cowering away when He reached out to hold you, making him cry more desperate. “Please Tiger… I dont know what happened. Let me hold you - i can fix this” He sobbed out but you shook your head in disbelieve. You’ve never been scared of him but right now your brain went to panic mode, realizing that He spent majority of his life in prison and already killed two people - what if you’re the third? That thought alone made you hate yourself, getting more scared of the man standing in front of you, sobbing to let him hold you. The tension got to much and you left without another word, crying your eyes out as you went to Chifuyus place, not knowing where Else to go.

It broke him completely, sinking to his knees in the kitchen as the teapot started to whistle, indicating the water was done. He cried until He couldn’t breathe anymore “it's all my fault” kept spilling from his lips in a whisper. He Fell asleep on the kitchen floor, hoping that when He wakes up to find out this was all a Bad nightmare. When He did wake up it was already late afternoon and you were nowhere to be found.

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

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[kazutora-kurokawa]

Kazutora x Reader: Thought We Was Tied

♡ SFW, angst no comfort, cheater!reader, you're a jackass in this I'm sorry, delusional behavior, self-blaming, denial ♡

note: I wrote this while listening to thought we was tied by subiibabii, its such a short little song but it hits me in my feels for some reason 🥲

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"We can work things out angel, it'll be okay."

Kazutora said as you complained about having to cancel your plans with him because he had to abruptly go into work.

"It's not fair Tora! It's like I barely get to see you anymore!"

"I know baby, I promise to make time for you soon. I swear!"

Looking back, Kazutora really wished he had made more time for you, maybe if he was around more you wouldn't have seeked comfort in the arms of another man. His mind raced as he sat on the couch, the emptiness of his apartment more apparent now that you had moved out. Every promise he'd made to you left unfulfilled, every date put on hold. It's not like he wanted to work as much as he did and it's not like he wasn't madly in love with you. He thought you understood that it wasn't his fault, that he didn't make his schedule and couldn't work around it to fit yours. But maybe it was his fault, maybe if he had just called out a few more times, went through with a few more plans, maybe you would've stuck around a little longer. He pulled out his phone and went straight to your contact, hoping you'd answer the dozens of messages he's sent you over the past 4 months. But you had already blocked his number after you left him, so every new promise he made to you went unread. He shakily held his phone before he typed another message, one that you would never reply to.

"Can we work things out angel? Please tell me how I can make things okay!"

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[buccini555]

♡ 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 ♡ ℋ𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓂𝒾𝓎𝒶 𝒦𝒶𝓏𝓊𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒶

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Headcanons of what your first kiss would be like

During the night you guys went out, but it wasn't a ''romantic'' date or anything like that.

He took you to a small secluded plaza, the bench was considerably big and he lay down with his head on top of your legs.

You were caressing his hair while he looked at you, your gaze couldn't help but cross his every moment.

He takes your hand and puts it on his face, then smiles and blushes slightly, looking like he wants "something”.

You bend slightly, bringing your face closer to his.

-''Your lips are so pretty, my love, but I think they'd look better together with mine.''

He gets up subtly and kisses you slowly.

You return the kiss as he continues to kiss you gently holding your face.

After the kiss takes place, you and he are a little shy, but you kiss again, this time with more intensity.

-''You are everything to me.'' He says after kissing you again before you go home together.

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞... 𝒦ℯ𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓀ℯ ℬ𝒶𝒿𝒾 . ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓃ℴ 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓎𝓊 . 𝒮𝒶𝓃ℴ ℳ𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇ℴ . 𝒮𝒶𝓃ℴ 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓇ℴ . 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒶 ℐ𝓂𝒶𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾 . ℐ𝓏𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝓊𝓇ℴ𝓀𝒶𝓌𝒶 . 𝒦𝒶𝓀𝓊𝒸𝒽ℴ ℋ𝒾𝓉𝓉ℴ . 𝒦ℴ𝓀ℴ𝓃ℴ𝒾 ℋ𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓂ℯ

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[skelliko]

|°- angsty headcanons of kazutora, and a bit of 'calm' ones to brighten it up a little

-- I got bored and I'm in my own little feelings rn

warnings: brief mention of self harm, and suicide

• feels bitter when he sees a happy family, why couldn't he have a loving father and mother? maybe then he wouldn't have turned to the bad

• rarely trusts people and doesn't even try to

• loves physical touch cause it's the only time when he feels warm and calm

• has a poor eating habit, not intentionally he just doesn't feel hungry and can survive the day with just an energy drink and a small meal

• hates the fat that comes with meat cause of the texture

• has self harm cuts on his arms, there not a lot but their mainly across the inner forearm

• he started when he accidentally got one cut and found the sensation to be pleasing, one day the decided to randomly give himself a cut, nothing major but then after a while it's become a small routine but that would also escalate to a harmful habit, it wouldn't be one cut no more but multiple overlapping one another

• he stopped after 5 months when Baji yelled at him for it out of worry

• hes not ashamed of them but does hide them, it's not until he's 24 that he finds displeasure of his own scars and regrets them

• he'd purposely pick the skin of his finger tips until they bleed and sometimes lick the blood off like it's nothing

• he'd verbally lash out on people that didn't deserve it and doesn't realise it until after and feels a pang of regret but doesn't apologize, he just keeps the guilt

• 'the abused becomes the abuser'

• bleached his own highlights with box dye at home and it turned yellow without toner, he says he'd fix it but is too lazy to do it and never did

• he'd isolate himself from other people without a warning or word if he's in a bad mood and then come back as if nothing happened

• occasionally goes to school but if there's a subject or a teacher he doesn't like for his next lesson he skips it (which is quite a lot)

• hes smart but doesn't show it

• once his father left, Kazutora avoided doing any sort of homework since it reminded him of the pressure that his dad would put on him to get everything right

• hates losing a fight cause it reminds him of his vulnerability when his dad beat him

• when he went to juvenile he got beat up by his cell mates and would be picked on, but soon enough all the times he fought back he gained strength and took his revenge giving him some class and recognition

• he used to have a crush on one girl before but never told her

• due to his parents past relationship he finds anything to do with love disgusting, he thinks it's nonexistent and that every 'happy' marriage will sooner or later become unhappy

• he hates the thought of a sappy relationship, however he craves to be cuddled and curled up with but won't admit it

• touch starved

• mentally strained

• very suicidal in prison and came close to going with killing himself cause he knew that being locked away wouldn't make amends for what happened with Baji (cannon)

• in juvenile he'd always wait for Baji's letters cause that's what kept him somewhat sane in that time

• in prison, he'd catch himself waiting for a letter from Baji for a brief moment before it hit him that he'd never get another letter from Baji ever again and that'd break him to bits

• would get a lot of break downs for the first two years of prison before they started to get toned down a little and reduce in numbers

• hates his own birthday and doesn't try to celebrate

• wants to let go of his past but every little thing is a constant reminder, especially his tattoo that he covers with turtleneck shirts

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[gothicmoisturee]

Good Boy [Kazutora X Milf Reader]

Prologue

Kazutora POV

Life was just peachy, I would wake up and go to work. Then, I come home everyday to my loving girlfriend. Have a home cooked meal, take a shower and sleep peacefully….Or so I thought everything was peachy in my life. I noticed the more the days repeated themselves the more my life seemed boring, like I had nothing going on besides what I do throughout the days. That was until I heard from Chifuyu about what he does in his free time.

“You do what Chifuyu?” I said shocked

“I fuck lonely wives when their husbands are away on their business trips or if they are divorced but have kids I build a relationship with them, sometimes it’s for money sometimes it’s not.” He sounded so calm like it was just ordinary.

“So pretty much you have a Sugar momma or should I say multiple.”

“When you say it like that it sounds like you’re calling me a manwhore.” He nervously chuckled as I hit him on his shoulder .

“That’s exactly what you are dude, why would you even do that?” He shrugs and just says

“I was bored and was scrolling through websites and found it. At first I thought the ad was fake but turns out it was real and these women don’t scam you at all.”

“That’s so..”

“Maybe you should try it, Tora!” He said smiling as he patted my back.

“You know I have a girlfriend, Chifuyu.”

“Oh yeah you’re right I’m sorry, nevermind I said that.” He walked off tending to the animals at the pet shop.

After that conversation the whole day all I thought about was making an account and meeting with one of them. I knew I had a girlfriend, I didn’t want to hurt her. All day I thought about making the account and it was eating me up inside. I wanted to make one and meet someone else to add something to my boring life but I didn’t have the courage to do it. That was until me and my girlfriend Satou got into an argument on why I was being distant. By the end of the argument she walked out on me.

I couldn’t take it anymore and immediately made an account and set up a date to meet with a woman. She was divorced but had two kids, her ex-husband had the kids on weekends so she invited me over Friday Night. The minute she set the date I waited till Friday night but still was texting her everyday. She is funny and smart and knows what she wants and needs in life. She’s very straightforward and doesn’t leave anything out and uses bold words. I really hope I don’t make the wrong choice with this.

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Luckily, I didn't see my girlfriend on Friday. I had been waiting for this day for a while and I wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of me from meeting Y/N. I grabbed my car keys heading out the door and locked it. I walk towards the bike, getting on it and starting it.

I drove off heading to Y/N’s house. On the way there all I could think about is how good she’ll be as I depicted.

Timeskip

I parked my bike down the street from her house like she told me and walked towards her house. As I walked over to her house I noticed she lived in a suburban neighborhood and that her house was big. I knocked on her door waiting for an answer. Immediately the door opened up revealing her in a robe but you can see the lingerie under it a lot. She looked so breathtaking I got hard immediately.

“ So you must be Kazutora, are you ready to begin Pretty boy?” She said with the biggest grin. I nod

heading inside her house.

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To be continued

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