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sliceofcake-cupoftea · 1 year

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Batter... Batter... Swing!

Character(s): Murayama Yoshiki (x reader)

Plot Line: Soulmates; A troubling concept. Especially when you are meant to be the perfect boring golden child to your parents but yours is a high school deliquent that can't seem to stay out of trouble. Seems like a perfect match in your opinion.

Warnings: High and Low (Violence, mature content, etc.)

Life was fucked.

Though, you guessed you couldn’t really complain.

It wasn’t as if you were poor. Your parents weren’t abusive (technically; maybe leaning a bit towards emotionally in certain situations). Everyday, you were welcomed home to a nice house and a warm meal. Hell, you had the necessities every teenager craved (and a bit more if you were honest).

But, you loved to complain.

To be fair, teenagers liked to complain. A lot.

If you had to pick where your problems began, it would be your parents. It started with encouragement in getting good grades. Then it turned into praise for perfect grades. Next came a suggestion to learn an instrument. Which eventually spiraled into multiple. However, it didn’t stop there. Like as if shoved down a set of concrete stairs, you were slammed into sports, tutoring, after school clubs, community service, multiple language classes. The list just seemed to go on and on.

Though, you weren’t all that different from many of your classmates. All of them were breaking their backs in order to appeal to their parents and society's standards. Hell… and people wondered why Japan had one of the highest suicide rates in the world.

To be fair, the only thing that kept you from going insane and losing your mind were three things in life.

The first was pretty simple. You were a third-year in high school, technically an adult in age as of two months ago, and almost done with the shithole town you called home. Though, the pressure of going to University was a fast approaching issue especially concerning your parents; hiding your numerous acceptance letters that came in the mail kept that topic away from view and mind. At least for now.

The second thing was the thing most people your age held onto during dark times. Your soulmate. While you weren’t wishy-washy with the topic like some of your peers that spent hours daydreaming about there's, you also weren’t horrified and against the idea like the others. You were in the middle, neutral in opinion, maybe drifting a bit towards wishy-washy at times.

It was likely the reassurance and the type of mark you had. There were many types ranging from average ones like tattoos and timers to more complicated ones like how you couldn’t speak if your soulmate was talking. Thankfully, you were given one of the simpler ones. When you closed your eyes, you were able to see things your soulmate experienced during the day.

You liked it.

Though that was likely because your soulmate was one crazy motherfucker. He definitely wasn’t the average law abiding citizen nor the rich successful man your parents dreamed of. But, he had… this spark. Even if your parents would never truly grow to like a man that was a delinquent part-timer in high school that got into too many fights, you would always appreciate him. It was never boring closing your eyes to tune into what was going on in his life.

It was something you craved. Like a child walking by a candy shop as it was eating a gross vegetable, it appealed to you.

However, you couldn’t help but feel your gut wrench whenever you tuned out of your soulmate's world. Compared to his, yours was so… boring. And if there was one thing you knew about your soulmate, he hated being bored.

…

…Fuck.

…

Finally, the third thing you clung to… was rather odd.

Baseball.

Not Softball–though you did start off there and it was pretty good as well–you loved baseball. Only baseball.

It reminded you of peaceful times. When you visited the countryside to see your grandparents, your grandfather used to play catch in the backyard with you. He loved baseball just like you. Playing in a club team in town far into his late-adulthood until his joints couldn’t take it anymore. Something your father hated, how his father could have been much more successful if he hadn’t taken to the peaceful and calming life. A money-hungry pig, that's what your father was. Your mother close behind him in the trait as well.

That was likely what got you in arguments with your father so much later on in life. Especially when you joined the Boys Baseball team in High School. You would have been more than fine joining a softball team or girl’s baseball team but they had neither at the school you went to (likely a thing your parents planned for when they transferred you there now that you thought about it two years later) so you went with the only option.

You were the first girl in the history of your academy to join the school’s baseball team. It wasn’t against the rules in the High school league to have a female player and you had one hell of a swing so your coaches begrudgingly couldn’t give up the opportunity to not let you on.

You were pretty popular as well in the league. Earning yourself quite the fan base as High School baseball is quite popular in Japan. Even hearing some rumors that you might be picked up by—

All of a sudden the feeling of a warm breath blowing against the shell of your ear causes you to flinch. Opening your eyes and taking out one of your earbuds, you turn to look at the two smirking first-years next to you. While annoying, Kenji and Sota were two boys on the team you could call friends. Even though they got into trouble more often than not.

“Stalking your soulmate again?” Kenji teases, making you roll your eyes. Though this only makes his smirk wider, “Anything interesting? Like…”

Upon seeing his wiggling eyebrows and the inappropriate hand gesture he makes, you don’t hesitate in punching his shoulder. Hard.

Though that only causes him to bump into Sota, making the blonde-haired boy fall off his bus seat at the end and into the aisle, and for Kenji to let out a loud cackle of a laugh as he lays across both seats. Very loud. Catching the attention of two second years sitting in front of you; Ren and Keita.

While Ren looks amused at the scene behind him as he watches from the crack in between the seats, Keita is rather not. Being the serious and intense pitcher he was, he grumbles about you guys distracting him from his pregame meditation and turns back around.

If you haven’t given enough of them today already, you roll your eyes once more at the chaos and stupidity surrounding you. Especially as Sota kicks Kenji in the stomach, making the boys begin to wrestle in the aisle of the bus as it continues driving down the highway. All the while you overhear your Coaches begin to yell at them and the rest of the student body begin to make group bets of who will win.

Suddenly the call of your name snaps you away from your first year friends brawling in the aisle, “You aren’t getting nervous on us, are you?”

You scoff as you look behind you at your fellow third year–Ryo–one of your captains and one of the few in your year that respected you on the team.

“Never.” You answer simply, using the available seats to put your legs up and lean against the glass window of the bus.

“Even though you are facing Oya High School for the first time?” Ryo says, raising an eyebrow in amusement. To be fair, your team traveled a long way to face Oya once every season for three games; an 4 day grueling excursion that allowed you to be excused from classes. Though while it was fun to skip classes, the game itself wasn’t. It was well known in every school, no matter the prefecture, for it to be brutal to face Oya in any sport as they never played fair; more interested in fights breaking out on the field than the actual game at play. You missed it your first year as you got a bad cold when it was time to travel for the game and there weren’t any games facing them in your second year due to the fact your pitcher was sent to the hospital the previous year. So, as a third-year, this would be your first time facing them.

You couldn’t help but wonder how that would go. A girl on a boys baseball team facing off against the brutal Oya High.

“Holy shit look at this place!”

All of your peers who were previously chattering excitedly amongst each other had suddenly grown eerily silent. As you turn around to face the window behind you, you suddenly understand why. You had entered into S.W.O.R.D territory and it was… well it was something. You would like to say it was something you had never seen before but…well, that would be a big fat lie. It was all too familiar to you and you knew exactly as to why.

Shit.

You feel an anxious lump settle in your stomach as your bus comes to a screeching stop in front of the infamous Oya High School.

Holy fucking shit.

It was an odd feeling looking at this school as you knew its layout like the back of your hand even though this was your first time physically being here.

“Oh my god.” You overhear one of the first years mutter nervously as the school in front of you–which looked deserted before–practically erupts. What looks like students begin to come from out of the concrete graffiti building. All yelling and screaming at you guys. Some students start throwing items at your bus from above while other, more adventurous ones, begin to come up to your bus. Banging on the windows or shaking the large metal vehicle.

It was freaking terrifying. Though fascinating. Especially as you actually recognize a part-timer banging and pointing at a terrified second-year. Someone who you know from looking in your soulmate's eyes enjoyed cooking for his friends at the local Ramen shop his grandmother owned. Making him seem all bark, no bite to you now.

“Senpai,” Sota squeaks out as he watches as you get up from your seat from his spot on the aisle floor, beginning to take down your sports bag from the overhead storage as if unaware of the chaos breaking out outside, “What… What are you doing?”

Unable to stop yourself, you let a small smug grin spread to your face as you look down at him as you shrug on your bag, “I’m getting off, it's been a long bus ride and my legs kill.”

As the first-year sputters, you make your way past him and to the front. The terrified bus driver looks at you confused before you gesture to the doors, signaling him to open them. He chokes on his words in pure shock and you can’t but shake your head and sigh as he continues to sputter inconherently. Reaching over you press the button to release the pressure off the bus doors and watch as they swing open.

Like wolves to a bleeding lamb, two large full-timers appear in front of the waiting doors. Seeming to want to climb in to cause some chaos but stop short once they see who was in front of them. A girl in the opposing team's boy’s baseball uniform.

“Hello,” you greet the two, not quite recognizing them from the link, as you proceed to get off the bus. Once you take the last step off and your feet touch the concrete ground, the doors behind you very quickly slam close.

Slowly, you look behind you to the terrified and horrified filled looks of your team inside. Most thinking you had likely gone insane.

“Hey.”

Suddenly, your shirt is grabbed and you feel yourself lifted off the ground until your toes are just skimming the surface of the concrete.

“Is this some sort of joke?”

Now, you would be lying if you weren’t just a bit terrified. Especially as more full- and part-timers begin to come up to you. All seeming to be interested to see what was your deal.

Though, you knew what to do. After all, your soulmate dealt with these assholes every day. You knew some of them like the back of your hand and the others you could assume probably had short fuses.

“Nope.” You say out, looking around at the other guys around you, “Just curious as to where the field is.”

“Huh?” One of them starts, though he is quickly stopped by another student from approaching you closer.

“The direction of the baseball field? Is it out back?” You mumble some more, using the guy's fist that was holding you up as leverage as you attempt to look as if you were peeking behind him, “I should probably get started warming up if we want a good game.”

As you stop speaking, it’s suddenly silent from the group around you before all of a sudden a part-timer next to you breaks out laughing. He slaps his knee once, then a second time, and finally wipes his eye as if a tear slipped out. The action causing some of the others to be rather amused.

“All right that's enough, Kou.” The part-timer says, shoving the guy holding you in the chest, making you fall from his grasps. Thankfully landing right on your feet safely.

“But–” The student goes to rebut but all it takes is a glare from some of his seniors and he falls quiet.

The heavy weight of the part-timer’s arm falls across your shoulder and he begins to lead you away from the group. Some grumble in annoyance for a moment until they hear the sound of an alarm breaking out. From the upcoming sounds of girlish sounding screams, you guessed one of the Oya students was able to get an emergency window to open from the outside.

“Hey, Kid.” A second part-timer calls out from your other side. One you recognized very much as you turned to look at him. Furuya; A close friend of your soulmate. “You got a good swing?”

He grabs one of your bats from the side of your bag, examining it. Seemingly interested in the overly expensive bats your parents (for while they hate the sport) forcibly had given you so you don’t appear poor or lesser than the other students on your team.

“You bet,” You say with a grin, turning to look in front of you as students continue to scream at you. Calling you all sorts of names and making gestures as if they want you to fight them, “It’s why I made the team.”

“Really?” He says, unimpressed and bored as he lifts an eyebrow at you.

Though that doesn’t faze you in the slightest as your smile only gets bigger at the challenge in front of you. Adrenaline practically pumping through your veins at your next words.

“Let's make a bet then,” You start, gaining the attention from not only him and the one around your shoulder but the other part-timers that followed close behind. Quickly catching up in interest, “If I get a strike out at any time during this first game, you can have my bats.”

“Both of them?” Furuya asks, twirling the first in his hand before grabbing the second on your other side to see. A different model but just as expensive. An entertained and amused grin on his lips as he seems excited at the prospect.

“Sure, I’m willing to risk it.”

“Hey, Hey.” The part-timer around your shoulder chimes in, seeming not to want to be left out, “What about me?”

“Well, what do you want?” You start, seeming nonchalant as the male looks you up and down quickly. Upon the second take, something catches his eye.

“That watch. That's the upcoming model right?” He says, taking his free hand to touch your smart watch. A model that wasn’t even on the market yet, but your father had somehow gotten ahold of and had given to you due to your grades this past semester.

“Yes,” You answer, bringing your wrist up higher so as to allow the male to look.

“I want that.” He says, the after smell of smoke from his breath wafting on your face as he grinned excitedly down at the object.

“Same bet?”

He nods excitedly in response and you bring your hand out, shaking it with his to signal the bet was confirmed.

Soon more part-timers begin to chime in, all interested in the chance of possibly owning one of the items you had on your appearance. One even pressing up close behind you suddenly, causing you to come to a screeching halt, to see if you two had the same shoe size.

“You a 26?” He asks as he squints down at the slightly beat up pair of blue shoes you were wearing.

“25.5”

“Shit.”

“But, I think the pair I have in my bag are 26. They were a little big–”

Without another word, you hear the sound of your bag opening up. Okay, maybe you bit off more than you could chew. Especially as suddenly more part-timers and even some full-timers approach, the others telling them about the betting situation that was currently happening.

“Hey. Hey! Hey!”

Everyone came to a screeching halt as someone’s angry voice echoed across the crowd. The crowd of students seemed to break apart like the sea as this boy came through.

Shaggy black hair with a blue bandana; a black tight tank covered by a blue checkered flannel and an intricate blue and white baseball jacket; and a pair of ripped blue jeans. This boy…

“What did I tell you guys?” He asks, a blank expression on his face as he looks amongst the crowd of his peers. However as everyone stays silent, he repeats again this time slightly more aggressively, “What did I fucking say?”

He picks up a can and throws it across the yard in frustration as he looks around. Very much annoyed with his classmates.

This boy…

“We agreed I would go out to greet the team! Go…” He crouches down and then jumps up with a big leap with his arms up, “Ja Jang! And then everyone would come out and do their thing! I told you guys this!”

This boy…

…you have absolutely no damn clue who he is.

It might have been a good time to realize that one of the major flaws of your soulmate mark is you can’t see the face of your soulmate, hear their voice nor get any indication of their name while gazing through their view.

So, while to you, there are plenty of boys here who could be your soulmate but, to him, there was only one girl on the entirety of the incoming baseball team that could be his.

“Hey. Hey.” The boy barks out once more, seeming to finally notice your group. As he makes his way over he shoos the boys away as if they were flies. The more tougher ones that wouldn’t easily let go and part from your stuff, he kicked them in the side or kneecap. Forcibly making them scatter in fear. All the while cursing them out under his breath, “Fucking Assholes.”

“Ah—“ You are caught off guard as the boy, now likely older than you now that you see him up close, suddenly puts all your stuff back in its places in your bag, zips it up and finally grabs your shoulders from behind. Beginning to steer you away from the crowd around.

“Okay, resume.” is all he says as he continues to wobble his way through the crowd with you as if he didn’t completely disrupt everything.

Though that wouldn’t settle for one person.

“Murayama!”

“Not now Todoroki-Chan,” The male yells back nonchalantly as a man with glasses, one you recognize quite well, begins to follow after you two. However, before Todoroki can say something once more, Murayama brings you inside the building and shuts the door in the other’s face. Locking the door before sticking his tongue out and continuing his way as the full-timer begins to pound on the door. This time taking you by the hand instead of your shoulders now that you two were alone in the hallways.

“Wha—“

As if nothing had happened, the loud yelling and chaos resumes from outside. Echoing throughout the halls of the concrete building, making you wince at the volume. Though you quickly unfocus from the noise as you notice your surroundings. Eerily knowing exactly where you were going in these chaotic halls of Oya.

“The gym?” You can’t help but mumble, “You’re taking me to the gym?”

Was that where your soulmate was? He did seem to hang out there a lot from what you saw in his view. Was this guy one of his friends? Or maybe a rival?

You quickly cross that thought out from your mind as quickly as it came. You would have seen the male in front of you known as Murayama before. So, he was of no acquaintance with your soulmate.

“Oh? You know this place pretty well.” Murayama says as he leans down to look you in the eyes as he begins to walk backwards into the gym. Seeming smug about what he was saying as he tucks his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Ah…” Your voice trails off as you notice no one else was in the gym right now except the two of you, “Just a lucky guess.”

“Really?”

You nod your head stiffly as the man stares at you in disbelief and maybe a bit of annoyance before suddenly approaching you once more.

“Hey!”

You grit your teeth as you are once again grabbed by the wrist and led forward. Now this guy was beginning to piss you off. You weren’t some sort of dog on a leash that he can drag around as he pleased.

“If I bring you up here—“

Perhaps your next choice wasn’t the best one. Quickly pulling your wrist out of his grip, you watch as the Marayama turns his head around to look back at you in confusion. However, as he does so, not even allowing him to say anything or even turn his body around fully, you sock him right in the cheek.

Now you weren’t by any means a fighter. Not at all. That was likely your first ever punch outside of play fighting with the annoying underclassmen on the team when they got on your nerves.

So, maybe punching a guy from Oya High wasn’t the best choice.

But… you couldn’t help yourself. You blame your soulmate for your decision on this.

“Whoa…” The boy lets out a low whistle as he begins to stand back up to his full height. Rubbing the skin of his cheek, you could already see a bruise begin to form. Likely the only reason your swing was so hard was because of your experience as a batter. “That was one hell of a hit.”

As he playful and lazily starts hitting his cheek on the other side, you feel the urge to hit him once more.

So you do.

“Mmm…” As he stumbles back for a moment, he appears to think, “your left needs a little work.”

“Oh shut—“ As you go to punch him again, the man easily grabs your wrist, pushing it away and while grabbing you by the shoulders, knees you in the stomach. Though, it hardly hurts you at all and doesn’t even make you fully wince. The action nothing more than a playful act kids would do while rough housing.

“Come on. Come on.” The boy playfully calls out as he laughs and bounces between each of his feet, his hands gesturing for you to come at him.

This mother—

Not even hesitating, you shrug off your backpack, allowing it to fall to the ground in a loud thud and quickly coming at him.

Though as you swing and even attempt to kick the guy, your hits landing only a couple of times as you weren’t that accurate, Murayama at most shoves or playfully attempts to punch you. Stopping his fist short of even coming in contact with you.

“Stop fucking with me!” You finally snap out, suddenly grabbing the boy by the collar and tackling him to the ground.

As your fighting transpires to only wrestling and rolling on the ground, you begin to grow tired. Your body, not used to the excursion of fighting, already begins to feel sore as muscles you had never known about are being used for this fight.

Your fight finally comes to an anti-climatic end as you no longer have the strength to kick nor shove the male off of you. You yell out in annoyance as he cheers. Playfully celebrating as he sits on top of you, trapping you underneath him.

“Fuck…” You murmur, briefly closing your eyes in frustration. However as you do so, you flinch as you see yourself punch yourself across the cheek.

Wait, yourself?

You snap your eyes open as it suddenly hits you. That wasn’t yourself, that was you hitting your soulmate.

“You— You—“ You begin to sputter as you lean up onto your elbows to gaze at the man on top of you, “You're my soulmate?”

“Huh?” He says, caught off guard by your question, “I’m hurt. You don’t recognize this face?”

As he gestures in what you guess was supposed to be a “kawaii" way to his bruised and busted face, you can’t help but reach up and pull at his nose in annoyance.

“Ow, Ow.” He curses as he tries to escape your grasps.

“You know very well that's not how our bond works, idiot.”

As Murayama finally escapes, he rubs the edge of his nose, “Yeah but–”

He gestures to the rest of him, “You must recognize all of this.”

Sadly, the gesture wasn’t all that innocent as you see the slight wiggle of his eyebrows as he gestures to the lower part of him. You really wanted to punch him again if it weren’t for the fact your knuckles hurt so badly, “freaking pervert.”

“We all have needs– Ah.” Murayama suddenly stops short once he realizes something, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Yeah you don’t, Mur.a.ya.ma.” You say, purposely pronouncing each character of his name.

“Well,” Murayama grins as he finally gets off of you and sits crossed legged in front of you patiently as you fully sit up as well. He reaches out his hands and takes one of yours, shaking it, “Murayama Yoshiki. I’m 22 so I’m probably your senior, right?”

“Yeah, you are… Senpai. I’m 18 right now,” You let out, a little awkwardly as the man bows slightly to you and you return it back. Telling him your name as well.

“Oh, drop the horrifics, it’s a pain in the ass. You are counted as an adult now anyways,” You nod your head, understanding he was talking about the legal adult age in Japan being changed from 20 to 18 this past April, “Lucky! I had to wait two more years than you before I could be considered one.”

You nod your head once more. Allowing silence to overtake you two. You didn’t expect your first meeting with your soulmate to go like this. It was pretty awkward. Though, you weren’t quite sure what to say. You two didn’t really have much in common. He was an adventurous, rebellious guy and you were a boring student. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he liked baseball.

“Ah– Sorry.” You finally speak up, a bit shy as you slip your hand out from his grasps, bowing slightly, “It must have been a bit boring watching me at times.”

“Huh? Wha—“ You are caught off guard as he cranes his neck to look at your face while you are bowing. Instantly making you sit back up as he got too close for your liking, “Boring? Boring?”

“Ah. Yes.” You hummed, caught off guard by his loud question and bewildered expression.

“Hey.” Murayama says. Suddenly serious as he slaps your shoulder, “You aren’t boring.”

“I’m… not?”

“No. No. No way.” He says, a blank look on his face, “you are always doing something. Hmmm, A bit too much at times actually.”

“But…” You are a bit taken aback by his statement, “It’s nothing really exciting.”

“No. No.” Murayama denies, seeming to think for a moment, “hmm… ah! Your English classes! You do a lot of those. I would have failed and retaken a class if it weren’t for you.”

“Yeah, but that’s not fun,” You rebut instantly, huffing in annoyance as he tries to make you feel better about your boring life.

“Well,” He gets on his feet and crouches down in front of you, “what do you consider fun?”

“Ah—“ You pause for a brief moment before answering, “Baseball.”

“Ah… Hmm.” You watch with amusement as suddenly Murayama gets up and walks away. In a couple of minutes, he places four traffic cones around the area to what you believe are meant to represent bases and a pile of rags in the middle to be the pitchers mound. He gets on the mound and points at you with a baseball in hand.

“Visualize it.” He says blankly before suddenly getting loud, almost like an announcer, with his next words, “Bottom of the 12th and the lovely, most tremendous, earth shatteringly gorgeous–”

“Okay, just get to it, lover boy.” You scoff, grabbing your bat from your bag and rolling your eyes at Murayama. Deciding to play along with his antics. Though he only blows you a kiss in response.

“--is up to bat. With her team one point behind and two outs, will. She. Do. This?”

You roll your eyes but follow along by standing on home plate and get ready to be up to bat. All the while Murayama pretends to be the fans in the crowd by screaming your name.

As you lift an eyebrow at him and get ready, Murayama responds by sending you a wink and pitching. Technically, you could have easily hit a homerun with Murayama’s pitch. He was a good pitcher but not as fast as the guys you practiced with everyday.

But, that wouldn’t have been as fun.

“Ah and she bunts it!” Murayama screams as he sees you tap it with your bat and run. Quickly scrambling off the mound to grab it. As you whisk by first base, you hear his hammering footsteps behind you.

“First! Second! Third! Can she make it home?” You hear him yell behind you as you see homebase just in sight. Almost tasting victory.

However, just as you take a step to go skid into the cone, you feel two arms slink over your waist. Making you squeal as you are picked up and Murayama crashes you two in a pile of soda and beer cans nearby. Him on the bottom to make sure you don’t land on the ground with a thud.

As you laugh out loud, he continues his commentary, “Oh my god! A major upset has taken place! The best batter on the team is stop by–”

He stands up and screams to the sky, “Murayama Yoshiki from Oya High! The best fighter and pitcher to ever exist!”

Your stomach begins to hurt from laughter as you watch in bewilderment at the man in front of you who begins to pose and wave as if a crowd was there.

“And what does the loser have to say about this?” He asks, sticking out his hand as if he was holding the microphone.

“Hmmm…” You pause and think for a moment. That is until an idea suddenly pops into mind, “I would agree. He’s pretty great.”

“Oh? Complimenting the enemy now are we?”

“Yeah, I mean he is a good fighter, the best at Oya High.”

Murayama takes a seat in front of you with a grin, your knees slightly touching, “yeah?”

“And, he has a good pitch. A bit of a handsome fella as well”

“Hah? A bit?” He exaggerates, acting hurt. Popping up onto his toes as he comes closer to stare at you. A bit of a pout forming on his blank face.

“Okay, okay.” You give a playful shove to his chest, almost making Murayama fall over backwards though he catches himself as he swings his arms to stay balanced, “Maybe more than a bit.”

As Murayama gives up on catching himself and falls onto his behind, sending you a glare.

“Okay. He’s very handsome.” You finally admit with a laugh as you slightly slide forward so your legs are on either side of his bent knees. Allowing you to wrap your arms around his legs and rest chin on his knees as you look at him, “I’m very lucky to have Murayama Yoshiki, Part-timer and an amazing fighter, from Oya High as my soulmate.”

“Ah. You sap.” He says as he sits up, bringing up a hand to lightly mess with your hair. As you slap it away with a small giggle, the male extends his legs, sliding them under yours so your thighs are practically resting on top of his. You let out a relaxing sigh as Murayama wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head, “I guess I am pretty amazing–”

“Murayama!”

The blank expression on Murayama’s face returns as the part-timers begin to slowly flood the gym. Some taking seats by areas in the rumble, not sparing you a glance, while others stare at you while they pass. To which Murayama quickly unwraps from you to throw a can in their direction to get them to knock it off with the stares.

“You guys couldn’t have taken longer?” Murayama says with a sigh. Falling backward so he was laying down as Furuya and Seki approached him.

“The cowards drove off the first chance they got,” Furuya responds, taking a seat on a broken chair nearby. Though as soon as he notices you, he turns his attention away from Murayama, “So, about those bats…”

“Hey.” Before you can even respond, Murayama is quickly on his case. Actually he was on the whole rooms’ case. “Announcement! Hey! Everyone listen up.”

As he stands up and claps his hand to grab everyone’s attention, he makes his way to the top of the pile of rumble nearby. Getting the high ground so everyone was watching him.

“See this.” You can’t help but scoff as he points at you, “This is mine. You touch it,”

He sticks a finger out and drags it across everyone in the room while staring them in the eyes, “I’ll break your fucking face in.”

Silence falls upon the room at Murayama’s words. However, it doesn’t last very long before Seki says something.

“Ah, Murayama-Sama found his before me! Now I'm all alone.” Seki yells, falling to his knees in what looked like despair.

“Hey, Hey, what in the world are you going on about,” Furuya starts, hitting the male in the back of the head, “Murayama is the only one to find his soulmate out of this bunch. You’re acting like you’ll be forced to be the third wheel.”

“Yeah but hanging out with you guys…”

“Hey. Hey. What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

As Furuya and a couple of other part-timers begin to shove Seki, you watch as Murayama gets down from the rubble. Nearly tripping along the way before stopping in front of you.

With a slight smirk on his face, Murayama sticks out his hand to you and, as soon as you hear the first slap of a punch go off in the background when you interlocked your hand in his…

…you knew your life would never be boring again. Ever.

Especially if Murayama had any say in it.

#high and low #high & low #high&low #high&low the story of sword #high and low fic #murayama yoshiki #murayama x reader #high and low murayama #high and low x reader #soulmate au #h&l

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Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad Shenanigans 3 aka Tetsu´s instagram

Tetsu:Someone´s tipsy after a long night out!

Naomi:No this man´s wasted.

Chiharu:I love how he screamed wait!The grounds moving!Fuck!

Noboru:When you crawl home from a night out you´re totally fucked.

Dan:yeah because SOMEONE flirted with hot chicks and ended up taking shots out of her bra even though he was drunk already

Murayama:good old titty shots!Fuck yeah!Good for Cobra-chan!

Shiba:Showing Danny boy how its done!

Naomi:beautiful how all three of them loooved Cobra huh Dan?

Rocky:When Cobra ever parties in my club you better be sure I will upload the security footage on the internet.

Hyuga:Or hire him as a stripper!Ladies gonna love that.Your club is more boring then a libary.

Rocky:Fuck you firework boy.

Hyuga:At least I know how to party old man!Even Cobra that miserable fuck knows how to party

Smoky:And kill his liver,this guy is gonna vomit more blood then me

Tetsu:at least we then learned Cobra can pole dance

Murayama:I gotta see that shit!

Junko:Same.You gotta upload that.

Oshiage:What in the liver failure did I just read?!

Smoky:Where´s Cobra now anyways?

Junko:Sleeping peacefully on the billiard table.

Murayama:Adorable like a drunk puppy.

Naomi:Yeah I brought him a blacket two hours ago.He looked kinda cold and Yamato´s jacket wasn´t enough.

Smoky:I´m scared to ask.Gonna do it anyway.Where´s Yamato?

Oshiage:Sleeping under the billiard table of course.

Hyuga:I will pay whatever you want if you hit two pans against each other repeatiatly to wake the two dumbasses up!

Tetsu:Looking sweet and then comes Dan looking like a bouncer.

Naomi:At least this way woman talk to him in hope to get into whatever he´s the bouncer off.

Chiharu:Or crazy idea,try smiling grumpy pants.

Shiba:The only way a woman touches you when you look that grumpy is with a tazer

Dan:Cobra ain´t smiling either and get´s all the ladies!!!

Murayama:Cobra-chan looks like he escaped outta one of those romance books for lonely old woman.

Tetsu:That´s why he´s excluded from date nights!

Hyuga:To give yall losers a tiny chance with the ladies?That´s desperetation.

Dan:No dedication.

Smoky:Whatever makes you sleep at night man

Cobra:You will sleep alone at night anyways:)

Dan:I´m gonna choke you to death and not the way you like it you dick!

Yamato:Cobra´s to kinky to torture give it up....

Noboru:Can you imagine a serial killer tries to murder Cobra and he just moans?!

Murayama:Since when is it bully Cobra-chan hours?!

Cobra:It ain´t my fault you guys are all boring as fuck in bed man.

Naomi:Cobra not everyone needs to be beaten and chained to have a great time in bed....

Chiharu:That´s a great emergency plan tho!When Cobra get´s kidnapped again he can just say he´s into whatever they´re doing

Dan:Yeah!They will think he´s crazy and let him go cause they got scared

Cobra:Dumbasses

Rocky:No kinkshaming but you´re probably a sick freak Cobra

Junko:you think Cobra has a dungeon?

Naomi:yes.

Cobra:Oi!Can we go back to when not if I get kidnapped?!What the fuck?!

Noboru:It will happen again.Clearly.

Yamato:Yeah cause you love to get into trouble.

Murayama:Don´t worry Cobra-chan we will come to the rescue!

Tetsu:Dan has no idea what he is doing but there are some hot chicks down the street so he wants to look cool

Noboru:Dan´s brain just dropped down south

Chiharu:The motorcycle isn´t gonna help whatsoever

Naomi:You gotta figure out how to talk to woman

Cobra:Yeah this shit´s getting ridiculus

Shiba:Or you´re gonna be the creepy old guy down the street in the liquor store scaring everyone one day

Murayma:I would love that for him actually.

Hyuga:The thing with the liquor store is such a cliché i love it!

Yamato:Meanwhile Cobra with two new hot chicks or guys every week and he wildly waves his cane in the air.Damn it Cobra!

Chiharu:Until his teeth will fall out and someone slips on them

Rocky:I saw you with a girl....That ain´t gonna work.Give it up man.

Tetsu:Hangover Cobra.

Chiharu:Moral of the story never play never have I ever with Cobra-san.

Noboru:Long story short this man has done it all

Naomi:yeah and than needed to drink it all.

Cobra:I`m not the one who laughed at my own joke until I puked.

Yamato:At least he´s not vomiting like crazy.

Noboru:Not anymore at least

Shiba:eww,that´s disgusting.

Junko:looks like he has regret and bad memories for breakfast

Murayama:you gotta ask if he wants any greasy food

Hyuga:or just another drink

Rocky:great then he pukes again

Yamato:he slept in a minute after vomiting if I didn´t catch him his head would´ve spend the night on the toilet seat

Tetsu:He even had his beauty sleep infront of the toilet to be sure to reach it in time

Hyuga:I would´ve loved to see that.

Murayama:Leave Cobra-chan alone you sadistic weasel

Rocky:greatest hangover cure is never stop drinking

Naomi:greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray

Dan:you´re nasty woman.

Naomi:You love it

Tetsu:Guess who they´re supposed to be!

Cobra:White Rascals?

Yamato:Noooo.That glowing red gotta be Daruma!

Murayama:I love this!

Hyuga:They wish they could party like Daruma

Smoky:Naomi would be a great Murayama.

Chiharu:A tear in the Matrix Universe thingy

Smoky:Would defenetly be a upgrade

Noboru:She´s less insane tho.

Murayama:I would call myself creative in the crazy department not insane.

Rocky:that´s even worse

Cobra:Oya would go down most of those crazed Hiyenas can´t even speak to woman

Murayama:Your precious Dan can´t either.

Dan:OI!

Tetsu:Only happy when it´s about food

Murayama:or tequila and violence

Yamato:That was always like that Cobra loves candy

Noboru:He still can´t out-eat Yamato tho

Naomi:We tested that once.

Chiharu:What?!really?!

Naomi:Kohaku told him no,so he needed to do it to prove him wrong

Noboru:He was miserable for two days after that

Yamato:Cobra did great for a while but gave up eventually.

Smoky:His blood is replaced with sirup by now

Naomi:Yeah like this one time he made a salad out of candy

Junko:explains the sweet personality

Dan:what sweet personality??????

Shiba:yeah he´s giving liquorice

Oshiage:Old one.

Tetsu:Wound treatment time!

Murayama:He still eating tho?!?!

Rocky:Than it ain´t that bad.

Smoky:He looks miserable.

Cobra:Naomi´s chamber of torture

Naomi:Shut your cakehole!I do what I can.

Hyuga:Dumbasses are accident prone.

Yamato:Crazy that nothing ever happens with your fireworks

Noboru:Luck is with dumbasses

Chiharu:Then why do we always end up hurt

Tetsu:We don´t always do

Chiharu:Cobra-san looks like he went through a meat grinder after most fights

Cobra:I´m just dedicated.

Yamato:Self sacrificing asshole

Cobra:Eat your food and shut up or I´ll shove it in there.

Noboru:Behave or Naomi get´s the wound cleaning ointment that hurts

Junko:We should replace the bandaids with Hello Kitty

Shiba:I´ll go buy some!

Tetsu:Smoking break

Rocky:Why isn´t Cobra driving his own car?

Yamato:Cobra doesn´t drive cars

Noboru:I mean he can but he´s miserable at it.

Naomi:Cobra drives like a madman

Cobra:I fucking don´t

Yamato:Yeah,Chiharu the first time he drove with you,left claw marks at the seat screaming I don´t wanna die

Chiharu:That´s mean I didn´t!

Dan:You had tears streaming down your face

Tetsu:At least we´re never late this way.As long as he keeps the windows up

Rocky:Why?!

Tetsu:Cobra screams at other drivers when he drives.I learned soooo many insults over the years like that

Noboru:My favorite was when he screamed:Did someone shit in your brain and forgot to flush or what´s not clicking that the fucking light is green you pisshead!

Dan:Or when he screamed your mother shoul´ve swallowed instead.

Rocky:lunatics

Smoky:I don´t wanna rain on your rollercoaster parade but you do know Cobra´s last name and the name of the gas station is on that car

Cobra:Yeah,that´s why the window is shut and Yamato turns up the music when I start screaming

Hyuga:The one car I wouldn´t drive on the hood of is when Corba drives even tho it could be fun....

Murayama:It would be like a rollercoaster on the street we gotta try that!

Junko:Then don´t do it in Sannoh!

Shiba:Yeah make that crazy shit around Oya

Oshiage:Then risk Cobra hitting your little brother and his Oya friends?!

Shiba:He will be sick that day if he knows what´s good for them some of those demons should get a hit with that car anyways might do some good.

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Oya High With Girlfriends PT 1

♥ Pairing | Oya High School x girlfriends! ♥ AU? No |

♥ Warnings | All the usual, smutty situations, alcohol, etc.

M.LIST H&L LIST

MURAYAMA

♦ FIRST MEET

You met Murayama through a mutual friend, Seki. Although Seki was the more social and outgoing of you and him, you decided to just agree to meet this so called "epic friend" he made. Well, you guys hit it off pretty well. Seki started calling himself a match maker after this.

♦ DATES

You plan majority of the dates but Murayama usually has an idea or two for dates such as late night swimming or a tea date. Of course this leads to you guys getting take out later in the night and cuddling for the rest. He is a cuddly type of man.

♦ FIRST TIME

Not a lot of drinking for the first time with Murayama. You had a few glasses of wine (red or white is your decision or another type) and ate some food before you were both on his couch, partially naked. Murayama's only mistake was being a little too clumsy, he fell off the couch, taking you with him.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments between you two are not as rare as you'd think. Pre-Cobra-Showdown Murayama wasn't the easiest to argue with as he thought he was right all the time and wouldn't apologize if he wasn't right. When Cobra did beat Murayama, he changed a lot. This was shocking to say the least. He would try to see who was right and if he wasn't, apologies were given.

♦ JEALOUS

Murayama doesn't get all the much jealous because he knows who you belong to. I mean, should he be jealous of this dude who barely competes with him? Hell no. But when he does get jealous, he likes to pull you into his lap and rest his head on your shoulder or on your back while you are doing whatever.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

FURUYA

(I hate not being able to find fucking gifs of these characters smh)

♦ FIRST MEET

You met Furuya when he was still the leader of the half timers. Unlike Murayama, he was less childish and in fact thought of all the wrong he could have done. Which included beating your sibling up. He decided it would have been better to apologize when he realized he beat up the wrong person.

♦ DATES

Furuya, my baby boy, does he NOT know how to host a date. Despite Furuya's attempts, the dates always end with other schools trying to fight him, so you guys decided to just do date nights at home. It isn't his fault, rather what he's done. So date nights at home are cooking or ordering food and then watching your favorite show and/or movie.

♦ FIRST TIME

Your first time with Furuya was in your work place in the bathroom. Not the most romantic area, I know. The mistake that happened actually wasn't his but it was yours. You forgot to lock the bathroom door and someone almost walked in. He was quick to close it and lock it.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments between you two are common, whether its petty little arguments to see who knows the other better or actual ones because of the pain Furuya goes through whilst fighting in Oya High. This is typically you patching him up and him praising you.

♦ JEALOUS

Depends on the situation, if the person is flirting and making you uncomfortable, he glares daggers into them. If they're getting a little too close and you don't notice, he'll say something to make them leave. But if they're getting too close and touchy and you do notice it, especially if you say something to get them away from you, he'll become violent towards that person. That is if they don't respect your wishes.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

SEKI

♦ FIRST MEET

The aftermath of the Junkyard battle. Murayama decided to take a bunch of his friends who were injured to the place where you worked (you are a studying nurse, let's add that) and introduced Seki to you. Although their injuries worried you, you actually got along with Seki.

♦ DATES

Best believe it that all your dates are inside with Seki's cooking. You thought that you'd have to do all the cooking but to your surprise, Seki learnt how to cook from a very young age due to his mom. A woman that you will probably meet at some point.

♦ FIRST TIME

In the back of that big truck.. Yeah, Seki forgot to lock the place down before you guys got busy and a first year of Oya High happened to be there. You were the talk of the school for a few months.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments are rare. Seki tries his hardest to make sure you are happy in the relationship as he doesn't want you to be upset and you are the greatest thing to happen to him. If you do argue, he's quick to make you laugh instead of being angry with him.

♦ JEALOUS

Definitely jealous of everyone who even gives you a look. Only reason people won't hit on you is because you're friends with Furuya and Murayama. Who would be dumb enough to flirt with the girlfriend of Seki?

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

FUJI☺

♦ FIRST MEET

You guys grew up together in the Hope Hill Housing Complex. Your mothers were friends who bonded over grieving for their late husbands. You guys shared that same bond except that as you grew older, your bond turned more romantic.

♦ DATES

Fujio has a slight idea about dates and where to take you but majority of them are planned by you. He knows how to cook, just barely does it so it's rare on your date nights that he does do it. At this point, it becomes a common thing for the date nights.

♦ FIRST TIME

Fujio and you had to be quiet because his mother was sleeping in the room next to you both. However, Fujio doesn't 100% understand how to be quiet. He woke his mother up by accident, but he locked the door. The woman knew what was happening.

♦ ARGUING

You only ever truly argue with Fujio when he's being a dumbass and not thinking clearly. He is a soft person so he usually apologizes first. But he is also loyal.

♦ JEALOUS

Jealous making the other jealous type of person. Fujio will get jealous, be cocky, and then make the other person jealous as hell because that is how he works. Cocky little fucker.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

TSUKASA

♦ FIRST MEET

You'd meet Tsukasa by complete accident, being the younger sibling of another person at Oya High. The only actual reason you had gone there was to give your older brother something he had left at home. So imagine your surprise when you find him talking to a cute blonde who you got introduced to shortly after being reprimanded.

♦ DATES

No dates. He can't plan them, he can't think of ideas for them, so he leaves them to you. This leads you to not knowing what to plan so.. the actual dates are you guys weirdly snuggling at home.

♦ FIRST TIME

One word to describe it, awkward. Tsukasa was nervous as hell. He didn't know where to put his hands, where to rub, where to kiss, or where to put stuff. He's a nervous little baby.

♦ ARGUING

Tsukasa isn't the easiest person to talk to. He's a bit closed off. This leads to arguments about him not telling you where he was going (usually off to fight a random group) or lying about being injured. He wasn't really taken care of as a child and instead only had his friends (Fujio and the others) to take care of him. So to say it's weird when you care about him.

♦ JEALOUS

Silent-Pride jealous person. He gets jealous when he thinks that the other person could take better care of you but then he remembers that you chose him over a line of a bunch of other guys.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

T☺D☺R☺KI

♦ FIRST MEET

Surprise surprise, MET HIM WHILE HE WAS AT EBARA. You decided that enough was enough when your brother showed up at home with a busted lip for the 8th time that year. This was your decision to head to Ebara and confront the douche who kept doing this. You met him, and he really was an asshole. Yosuke introduced himself as you berated him for his constant bullying. He fell in love.

(Constant bullying line made me think of Adventure Time where Jake goes "Your constant harassment of the female gender makes me siiiiick.")

♦ DATES

BOOK STORE DATES! He would totally take you out to get lunch somewhere and then straight to a bookstore or a library. Nerdy boys for the nerdy hoes!

♦ FIRST TIME

Ehehehe, library. Your first time with Todoroki was late at night when you both were studying. You were studying for a test, and he was studying your body and face. One thing led to another and you guys did it in the library. One issue, he didn't bring protection.

♦ ARGUING

Common to say the least. He tries to make them not as common but his hot headed attitude makes it hard not only for him but for you as well. When you do argue, it's mainly about how he spends his time at Oya, but it can also be about him lying about injuries. He doesn't apologize right away, instead he takes a moment away from you to clear his head and realize his rights and wrongs.

♦ JEALOUS

This boy will get jealous but he won't show it. His way of showing it to you is sitting behind you and rubbing circles into your skin.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

SHIBAMAN

(I swwwear! finding GIFS for these characters is never easy because why would it be?)

♦ FIRST MEET

Tsuji introduced you both to each other, by accident. He wanted to keep you safe from Oya High and away from his friends for that reason. However, he just so happened to run into his dear friend Shibaman. To say it was awkward would be an understatement.

♦ DATES

Cafe or home cooking dates. He doesn't entirely know how to cook so he chooses to do home cooking with you as a way to learn. Cafe's are for if you're both tired and don't feel like finding something else to do.

♦ FIRST TIME

Womp womp, your first time with Shibaman was rough. You guys had gotten emotional after a fight and his way of making it up to you was being all cuddly and apologizing even if it wasn't his fault. Then you guys got hot and heavy. Once again, like Yosuke, he forgot protection. (always use protection unless you PLAN on being pregnant)

♦ ARGUING

You guys argue a lot. Usually it's petty little arguments where you both try to hurt each other before laughing. But typically it's about injuries. He isn't the quick to apologize type. If he's right, he'll stay on his point but love you nonetheless. If he's wrong, well.. this petty little fucker will try and find how he is right before actually apologizing.

♦ JEALOUS

Silent jealous. His way of showing it is by glaring daggers into the person until they get uncomfortable and leave. If that doesn't work, he walks over and hands you a drink before kissing you. (Kiss me on my hot mouth)

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

Next few in Part 2: Tsuji, Yasushi and Nakagoshi!

♥ Mutuals; @talusional @dillpick <3

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Dragophire Empire – S.W.O.R.D (ITYc1)

༻ITYC Ficography༺ ༻ITYC Tag༺

Genre: Comedy, friendship, slice of life -> fantasy au

Word Count: 4,581

Pairing: None

World: High&Low

A/N: So, I wasn’t sure how to write this and I’m not sure if I’m happy with it, but I hope it makes someone laugh or smile, at least haha I may expand on this later, who knows. Written for the @itropeyou challenge.

I Trope You! Challenge #: 1 – Genre Shift

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Murayama entered the gym of Oya Kou, beelining for the stage that sat at the back of the room. He hopped up before falling onto the sofa beside me, excitement dancing in his dark eyes. “Guess what?”

“You finally decided to be an adult, get a job and leave Oya Kou?” I quirked a brow at him and he pouted.

“Not even close.”

“Yeah, something like that would never happen,” I snickered. “You’ll be at this school even as an old man.”

“So will you!”

“Yeah probably.”

A moment of silence passed by as we stared at each other blankly.

Finally, I scowled. “Are you gonna tell me or nah?”

“You broke first, I win!”

“I’m leaving.” I started to get up off the couch but he grabbed the back of my shirt, yanking me back down. Before I could insult him, he finally answered.

“I found a really cool video game store during my walk today.”

“A game store?” My brow furrowed. “Those still exist? Don’t most people just buy their stuff online these days?”

“Mostly, yeah, but you’re missing out on some great titles that way,” he clicked his tongue, waving his finger at me. “Listen up, kid.”

“I’m older than you.”

He ignored the comment. “There are a lot of gems out there that can’t be bought online because they no longer exist.”

“If they no longer existed, they wouldn’t be at the store, either.” I pointed out, making him scowl.

“Yah, I’m trying to teach you a lesson.”

“Your lessons are shit. That’s why everyone at Oya is dumb as hell.”

“Oi!” Nakazono glanced up from where he was sitting below the stage, a scowl on his lips. “We’re not all dumb, ya know.”

“You’re right,” I agreed, taking in the satisfied look on his face before adding, “Todoroki is pretty damn smart.”

His expression fell to a displeased scowl again and I snickered, proud of myself.

“You’re such an ass.”

“If you’re not an ass, are you even an Oya student?”

His lips parted to retort but then he paused, thought about it for a minute and nodded. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

It was Murayama’s turn to scowl now, smacking my shoulder. “Will you focus for two minutes, please? This is important.”

“How is it important?” I leaned back against the couch, arms folded over my chest.

“Because we can find a new game to play that no one else is playing.” He paused, turning his head away and mumbling under his breath. “I was hoping it could be our special thing.“

My heart warmed at the words. He and I have been best friends for years, connecting after he and Cobra first fought. He was my brother at this point, but we didn’t spend as much time together as we could. He was always busy dealing with Oya drama and keeping the younger ones out of trouble.

Meanwhile, I’ve been working a lot lately so I could keep my apartment and still offer money to the Oya kiddos so they could get things they wanted. Admittedly, we haven’t been spending much time together lately, so it makes sense he would come up with something like this.

I knew I wasn’t meant to hear the last bit so I sighed dramatically, pretending to be annoyed. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

He grinned, eyes lighting up.

“But you’re paying.”

He clicked his tongue, folding his arm over his chest. “Fine.”

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It was mid-autumn, the temperature dropping with each day that passed by. There weren’t many trees within the city, but the few that had been planted were already bare, their colorful leaves pooled at the bottom of their trunks. The world felt more alive, more magical during the fall season and I absolutely adored it.

I couldn’t wait for Halloween, especially since Daruma’s Halloween festival was always top tier.

I pulled my jacket tighter around my body as I headed in the direction of the store. Murayama was already waiting outside, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he peered through the glass.

“It’s about time,” he scowled at me, not waiting for a response before he darted into the store.

“And I thought I was impatient,” I scoffed, following after him.

No one was inside the store so it was eerily quiet. It reminded me of those old movie rental stores but, instead of movies, it was all video games for varying consoles, many of which I had never even heard of before. Murayama had been right when he said these things were gems that couldn’t be bought online.

A lot of my free time was spent browsing game lists, looking for interesting titles to save up for. Though I was picky and didn’t have a large library, I could name a lot of games simply by the description or by screenshots, but these games? I had never heard of any of them.

I hummed as I scanned the shelves, looking for anything that caught my eye though nothing did. Some of these names were insane, too.

Rocket Sizzlin’.

Killa Y.Q.Q.

Woman the Beaver.

Teenage Direction.

The Marvelous Enigmas.

Okay, that last one wasn’t bad. Feeling curious, I picked it up and turned it over. It was a pixel game about these sentient blobs of slime trying to pass for normal human beings. My nose wrinkled and I returned it to the shelf.

I wasn’t a big fan of older games and I don’t like pixel games. I prefer games with amazing graphics that make you feel as if you can jump through the screen and enter it. I like worlds that are so rich, you get lost in them, feel as if you’re part of them. Games that make you forget about the boring, mundane life you actually lead.

“If that’s what you’re looking for, child, I have the perfect game for you.”

I blinked in confusion at the old man standing a few feet away. He was short, the upper half of his body hunched over a cane as if it were the only thing keeping him on his feet. His head was mostly bald, with just a few strands of thin white hair placed at random spots. His mustache and beard was long but the hair was thin.

Where the hell had he come from? Why hadn’t I heard him? And how the hell did he know what I was thinking?

“Did I… say all that out loud?” I wondered, though I was sure I hadn’t.

“Part of it, yes,” he chuckled, peering at me through small, dark eyes. “You were mumbling to yourself. A bad habit, I might add.”

“Oh,” I frowned, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Come, child. Allow me to show you the game you desire.” He waved his hand at me before slowly turning and hobbling away.

I highly doubted he would give me a game I enjoyed but I didn’t want to be rude so I followed him. He was so slow, though, taking five minutes just to make it to the other side of the small store.

Murayama poked his head around one of the shelves and snickered, clearly enjoying my annoyance. I flicked him off and he faked an offended look before disappearing again.

The man took a title off the shelf with a shaky hand, holding it out to me. I couldn’t help but notice how boney his fingers were, as if there was barely any skin left to cover them. “I believe you will enjoy this.”

I took it from him carefully, reading the title. “The Five Grim Kings.” Okay, not a bad title at all. I hummed, flipping it over to read the description. “‘The Dragophire Kingdom was once a prosperous nation united under one banner, but peace can not last forever.'”

He nodded, closing his eyes.

“‘The nation started to fight itself, splitting into five different factions, all of whom were vying for power and control. While they threaten to destroy themselves from within, a new power has risen from the darkness with the intent to destroy all of them.’ Huh, that sounds strangely familiar.”

The man nodded again, a frown on his lips. “They fail to realize that they are stronger together. It is your job to unite the five factions and destroy Kaxarene.”

I hummed with interest. It didn’t look like it was that old, either, the graphics looking pretty decent on the case. It was hard to believe that it was a PlayStation 4 game. Why wasn’t this listed on the website? I bet loads of people would enjoy this.

The game was ripped from my hand by Murayama who wrinkled his nose when he looked at the cover. “I didn’t know you were into medieval RPGs.”

I shrugged a shoulder, snatching it back from him. “They’re fun to play sometimes.”

“I found something better,” he grinned, holding up two copies of a game called Cosplay Rubber Duckies.

“You have got to be kidding me…” I deadpanned, making him scowl.

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s a really complex battle royale MMO where you fight against others to take control of the mind stone and rule the world.”

“The mind stone? Isn’t that a Marvel thing?”

“They don’t own the term, idiot.”

“You’re the only idiot here, idiot.”

The old man chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. “Will you be purchasing the game, then?”

I considered it for a moment before nodding. “Sure, it sounds interesting. I’m not paying for it anyway so I have nothing to lose.”

Murayama scowled, remembering that he had agreed to pay. “It better not be expensive.”

“Doesn’t matter. Oya Kou’s leader can’t go back on his word.” I snickered, shoving the game against his chest before approaching the counter.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval as he followed after me. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Lucky? I think you mean unlucky. You’re a pain in the ass.”

“And you’re rude as hell. It balances out.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

The old man finally appeared behind the counter, slowly ringing up the purchase. When placed my game in a separate bag, slowly sliding it toward me. “Do be careful, child.”

My brow furrowed in confusion at the warning, a strange feeling of doom settling in my gut. Before I could question it, though, Murayama threw his arm around my neck and started to drag me from the store, complaining about how hungry he was.

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“Mother fucker,” I muttered under my breath, scowling at the TV screen. I was never good at battle royale games and I rarely made it into the top ten. “I died, you’re on your own.”

Murayama clicked his tongue, the sound barely picked up by his microphone. “At least you survived longer than last time. A whole minute and a half! You should be proud.”

I scoffed at his teasing tone. “I hope that duck with the Mohawk murders you and consumes your corpse.”

“Wow, that’s a bit drama – shit!”

I burst out laughing when said duck slaughtered him without much effort.

“You jinxed me!” He complained. “I lost because of you.”

“Tsk, tsk, Shiki. You shouldn’t blame others for your own shortcomings. You gotta own up to that shit.”

“One v one me.”

“Hell no. I’m dumb but not that dumb.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t even know how to respond to that so I’m just gonna switch games.”

“Don’t you dare.”

I hummed, grabbing The Five Grim Kings from its case. “Too late. I’m removing the disc.”

“I’ll kick your ass,” he threatened, but it lacked any real malice.

“Please, you could never beat me.”

Which was, technically, the truth. Both of you were on the same level and when you fought seriously, it ended in a tie every single time. He couldn’t beat me and I could never beat him. It’s super frustrating, but it is what it is.

“Oh no, I’m taking the disc out of the console.”

“Oi, get your ass back here and be my distraction.”

I pretended to think about it for a moment. “Nah. We’ve been playing for five hours, bro, I need a break.”

“Five hours?” He replied in surprise. “No way, it’s been like five minutes.”

“We started at noon. It’s almost 5:30.”

“Your clock is just wrong.” There was the sound of movement over the headset, followed by a moment of silence. “Oh…”

I snorted. “Dumbass.”

He clicked his tongue. “You’re so mean to me. It’s hurtful.”

“Uh huh, sure. You want me to stream this or nah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright, gimme a minute.”

I was just about to insert the disc when my phone started to buzz from beside me. I muted my mic, removing one side of the headset so I could answer Yamato’s call. “What’s up, boss?”

“There’s been an emergency,” he grunted, sounding tired. “I need you to come in.“

“Seriously?” I groaned, leaning back against the coffee table. “Today’s my day off and it’s late. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“No. The client is paying big money for this and we both could use the extra funds. Get your ass down here.” He ended the call.

“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, turning the mic back on. “Oi, I gotta go. Got called into work.”

“Eh~? Just ignore it.”

“Can’t. Yamato would actually fire me this time.”

“Man, imagine having your wealth in someone else’s hands. Couldn’t be me.”

“Because you’re useless,” I snickered. “Later.”

“Don’t kill anyone.”

I left the party, setting my headset on the TV stand. I considered putting the disc back in its case but it was already out so I figured I would save future me the trouble. I popped it into the console before standing up and grabbing my shit, heading out into the cool afternoon.

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I let out a huff as I fell onto the bar stool, scowling at Odake-san. “The usual, please.”

A smile tugged at her lips as she started to prepare my drink. “Long day, hun?”

“The longest,” I sighed out, hanging my head. “This job is kicking my ass.”

She hummed as she set down a glass of chocolate milk before leaning her arms on the bar. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

I grabbed the glass, taking a large gulp before slamming it back on the counter. “My boss is running me ragged, Odake-san! As soon as I get back from one errand, he’s sending me off on another! He also complains that I take too long despite going there and straight back. He’s a tyrant.”

“Who’s a tyrant?”

I stiffened, straightening my back and looking fearfully at Odake before whispering, “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

She giggled with a nod, standing up to start preparing his drink.

I slowly turned on my stool, offering him a grin. “Hey, Yamato. How’s it going? How much did you hear, my guy?”

The tall man rolled his eyes before settling down beside me. “All of it.”

“Ouch.”

“I should fire you.”

“But you’re not gonna because you love me, right?” I grinned, nudging his shoulder.

He sent me a look but didn’t reply, choosing instead to thank Odake for the alcohol.

I resisted the urge to click my tongue, downing the last of my drink. “Can I get another?”

“Coming right up!”

Yamato shook his head. “I can’t believe you come to a bar to order chocolate milk. You’re an actual child.”

“If I was a child, I wouldn’t be allowed inside the bar.”

“You know what I meant.” He sent me a look. “If Naomi finds out, she’s gonna be upset.”

“Don’t you dare tell her,” I hissed, smacking his shoulder. “It’s nothing personal, I just… the bar has a different vibe and sometimes I just need time away from Sannoh.”

“If Cobra hears that, he’s gonna be -“

“Really?” I deadpanned, making him snicker behind the glass.

“Don’t tease her too much,” chuckled Odake as she set another glass on the counter. “I like her company.”

“I like yours, too,” I nodded, taking the cool glass in my hand. “Thank you, Odake-san.”

She gave me a motherly smile, patting my arm. “Any time.”

After finishing my second glass, I said my goodbyes to the two and headed out into the night, ready to return home and get some sleep. I yawned loudly, rolling my neck. It had been a long day and Yamato expected me at the garage first thing in the morning to meet with a customer, so I couldn’t stay up too late or I’d end up oversleeping.

Something caught my eye and I paused, taking a step back to get a better look. Whatever it was, it was catching the light of the street lamp, glinting softly. I approached it, glancing around for anyone who may have dropped it but the street was completely empty.

I kneeled down, fingers wrapping around the ice-cold metal so I could inspect it closer. It was a ring made of stainless steel, a black dragon inlaid across the length of it. In the dragon’s claws was a large orb made of sapphire. The blue seemed vibrant against the muted tones of the metal.

“Beautiful,” I breathed out, thumb rubbing gently over the orb. I glanced around again to ensure that no one was around before I slipped it onto my middle finger. The orb started to glow, the metal growing warm against my skin. “What the -“

A circular wave of blue energy shot out from the ring, the world around me rippling like the surface of water after being disturbed. I prepared myself for what was to come next, but nothing happened. The world returned to normal, the night silent.

“I need sleep,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes.

When I returned to my apartment, I went straight to the bed, flopping onto it and cuddling the soft blanket Cobra had given me for my birthday. As tired as I was, I figured I could fall asleep pretty easily, but I found myself lying there for over an hour, unable to sleep.

I scowled in annoyance as I pushed myself up, grabbing a soda from the fridge. Caffeine definitely wasn’t something to drink when you wanted to sleep but something told me sleep wasn’t gonna come for me any time soon. Might as well enjoy it.

I plopped down in front of the TV, grabbing the controller. Pressing the home button woke up the TV, showing the title screen of The Five Grim Kings. Murayama would probably bitch about not waiting for him but I was too tired to care. I’d just buy him some ramen and he’d forget about it.

As soon as I pressed the start button, the ring started to glow again. Rather than the warmth I felt before, it felt as if it were on fire and I hissed, trying to tug it off but it was too hot to touch. “The hell?”

The lights started to flicker, the TV screen glitching out. One second, the intro cinematic was clear and, the next, it was so blurry I couldn’t even see what was happening. I shot up with a frown, looking for something I could use to pull the ring off. I settled for the blanket, wrapping it around my finger and tugging hard but it wouldn’t budge. It was as if my finger had swollen, trapping the ring in place.

When I removed the blanket, a beam of light shot from the ring’s orb and into the TV. “What the fu -“

The light exploded, blinding me as it threw me backward. I don’t know what I hit, but it knocked the wind from my lungs, my vision blurring. As I slid down to the ground, my vision dotted with black, my consciousness slipping from my grasp.

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A groan passed my lips as pain shot through my skull. What the hell happened? Why does my body feel so sore?

“Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”

My body tensed as I shot up, wide eyes looking around frantically. “Oh my god, I’m in Skyrim?!”

“What is that?”

I looked at the large man sitting across from me, dirt covering his skin and his wrists bound with rope in front of him. I blinked dumbly a few times, slowly looking around. I was in the back of a horse-drawn cart, sure, but the guy sitting up front was no Imperial soldier.

Instead of armor, he was wearing a black robe and rather than being surrounded by trees, we were surrounded by an endless sea of yellow grass.

“I am so confused.”

“Did you hit your head or somethin’?” questioned the man, leaning forward.

“I think so.” I reached up to my head only to realize my wrists were bound, too. “What the fuck is this shit? Why am I tied up?”

“You got caught in Kaxa territory.”

“Kaxa?”

“Kaxarene.”

I stared at him, waiting for him to continue but he just stared back. “Thank you for clarifying, that definitely clears things up.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I was being sarcastic!”

His brow furrowed. “Sar… castic? What’s that?”

“S… Sarcasm doesn’t exist here? Oh god, I’m gonna die!” I cried dramatically, standing up and trying to yank my hands free. “Let me off this damn thing!”

“Sit down, now!” Snapped the driver, eyes narrowed at me.

“I refuse! I have rights, ya know!”

“Please sit down, friend! You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“I refuse! Try and kill me, I dare y -” I cried out when the cart came to an abrupt stop, making me lose my balance. The man tried to grab me but he wasn’t fast enough and I fell over the side, landing on the dirt path with an oof.

The driver jumped down, pulling a sword from within his robe. “I’ll save the hangman the trouble with you.”

I scrambled back as best as I could, scowling at him. “Stay away from me! You have no idea what I’m capable of! I’m warning you, man!”

But he didn’t stop advancing, lifting the sword above his head.

The sound of hoofs pounding the ground made him pause, his eyes lifting to something behind me. I refused to check because I wanted to be able to dodge if he swung the sword at me. The man cursed, turning and rushing back to the cart, slapping the reins as he yelled at the horse to move.

It neighed loudly, taking off like a rocket.

Horses raced past me after them, kicking up a cloud of dust that had me coughing.

“Hey, are you okay?” A horse came to a stop in front of me, the man jumping off its back to kneel in front of me. The lower half of his face was covered by a red bandana yet he felt familiar to me. He pulled a knife from his belt, flipping it in his hand before reaching for me.

I scrambled backward until I hit something solid. Looking up, I realized it was the legs of a massive man also wearing a black bandana over his face. He, too, seemed oddly familiar.

“Ah, I’m not going to hurt you, I swear!” replied the first guy, holding his hands up. “I’m just gonna cut the rope.”

The second man reached down, grabbing my shoulder with one hand and easily hoisting me to my feet. “We don’t know who she is. She could be with Kaxa.”

“But she’s tied up. Why would they tie up one of their own?”

“To keep their identity hidden.”

My eyes snapped to the side as a third man appeared, blonde hair covering his forehead and dark eyes. I knew that voice well. “Cobra?”

His eyes widened in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. “Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“The hell are you talking about?” I scowled. “It’s me. Is this some kind of prank or something because it’s super elaborate and I hate it.”

“Be quiet,” hissed the second man, gripping my shoulder tightly.

“That fuckin’ hurts, bro, damn.” I tried to pull away but his grip was like iron. Wait a minute… I looked at him, squinting at his half covered face. It took a moment for it to click in my brain. “Yamato?”

“Don’t act like you know me,” he hissed, ripping the bandana down to his neck.

“Wait, then that means…” My eyes fell on the first guy, still holding the knife. “Chiharu?”

Chiharu tugged down the bandana, looking confused. “How do you know me?”

“Chiharu only just joined us,” Yamato muttered, sending the blonde a look. “No one should know him unless…”

“They’re from Oya Lions,” finished Cobra, closing the distance between us.

“Oya Lions?” My brow furrowed. Did that idiot go and change the name of the school without telling me? I shook my head, lifting my hands. “Look, I’m not sure what’s going on but I am not your enemy, Cobra. I would never betray you!”

“Cobra look.” Yamato grabbed my wrist, showing off the ring.

“That’s…” Cobra’s eyes widened and he tugged down the bandana. “Where did you get that?”

“I found it on the street. Thought it was cool but now I can’t get the damn thing off.”

“She’s… she’s the chosen one!” whispered Chiharu, looking at me with wonder.

“Chosen one?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Nah, fam. If I’m your chosen one, you’re all fucked. There’s no way anyone would be dumb enough to make me someone that important.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.”

My head snapped to the side, growing wide. It was the only man from the game store, but he looked different. He was taller, for one, his back straight. Luscious white locks flowered from his head, falling to his shoulders. Standing on either side of him were Kohaku and Tsukumo.

“You,” I breathed out, my brain slowly piecing it together. I scowled, rushing toward him. “You did this, didn’t you?!”

Kohaku stepped forward, brandishing a sharp looking sword that made me stop dead in my tracks. “Not another step.”

“Does everyone in this damn world have a sword?” I complained, glaring at the old man. “Oi, what the hell is going on? What did you do to me?”

“I merely opened the portal to get you here,” explained the man as he stepped closer, patting Kohaku on the shoulder. He instantly relaxed, though his gaze did not leave me. “The ring chose you.”

“Well, I don’t choose it. Get this damn thing off me and send me home!”

“You can’t go!” cried Chiharu, rushing up to my side and giving me a pleading look. “Please, chosen one. If you don’t help us, the Kaxarene will destroy everything!”

Yamato scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “We’re doing fine without her. We don’t need the help.”

“Oh, but you do, my boy,” stated the old man with a frown. “You’ve no idea the darkness that’s coming.”

“What do you mean, Niramo?” Cobra took a step toward him, his brow furrowed in concern. “What aren’t you telling us?”

“I’m afraid I cannot say.” Niramo lowered his head in apology before his gaze landed on me. “However, I can tell you that this one is the one who will help bring light back to Dragophire. It will never be whole again, but it can be healed by the one who possesses the power of the King’s Ring.”

Everyone looked at me expectantly and I swallowed nervously. “You guys are so fucked…”

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hyugaruma · 24 days

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Rock band AU and it’s Murayama (vocals + lead guitar), Yasushi (bass guitar + backup vocals (esp any screaming)), Jamuo (rhythm guitar), and Madoka (drums)

#jamuo is a rocker don’t be mistaken #so madoka goes apeshit on the drums it’s both terrifying and impressive #catch shinya at the front of the audience drooling over his hot gf #also yasushi DEF is the screamer of the group #don’t fight me on this #h&l rambles

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star2fishmeg · 9 months

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≡ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇs

When requests open/close, I will make a post, but please also read my bio as the status is also posted there. Any requests sent after closing will be deleted.

Important: please refrain from sending me a request you've already sent another writer, it makes me uncomfortable and I worry about the other writer's feelings too, thank you!

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I will make sure to update who I write for dw!

Please also read below for the rules and important notes. Thank you!!

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↳Murayama Yoshiki (HiGH&LOW)

↳Takajo Tsukasa (HiGH&LOW)

↳Hanaoka Fujio (HiGH&LOW)

↳Todoroki Yosuke (HiGH&LOW)

↳Odajima Yuken (HiGH&LOW)

↳Other HiGH&LOW characters are welcome (on the fence w Mighty Warriors)!!!

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• Angst

• Fluff

• Au's (dependent)

• Headcanons

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• Drabbles

• Humour/crack

✘

• Sensitive topics (SH, SA, etc)

• Pregnancy

• Incest/pedophilia

• Character x character ships

• Racism/discrimitory themes

• Dark content/themes

• Gang bangs, orgies, threesomes, polyamorous

• Underraged smut

• Non-con

• x OC/named reader

• Furry/animal-human hybrids/supernatural

• Male reader (this might change in the future :D)

• Watersports (piss kinks)

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graceinitiatessarcasm · 5 months

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If you’re in the High & Low fandom then you’re gonna loooooove my AO3.

A rundown of some of my most popular fics:

Lessons

Pair/s: Murayama Yoshiki/Cobra, Hyuga Norihisa/Ranmaru

Summary: Murayama seeks advice about his not remotely subtle crush on Cobra in the most unlikely place (AKA - Hyuga and Ranmaru are Murayama’s gay parents).

Vibe: utter fluff, humour and wholesomeness for the OG High & Low ship

The Happy Family

Pair/s: Basically all the Rudeboys in polyamory glory (you might even spot Nikaido/Kain)

Summary: Smokey recovers from his illness and reminisces and revels in the attention of all of his boys.

Vibe: Gay galore, happy AU, wholesome

Deja-Vu

Pair/s: Cobra/Murayama

Summary: Murayama thinks his crush on Cobra is subtle but Cobra clearly has eyes in his head and can see the obvious.

Vibe: Murayama is a puppy but Cobra loves him for it, wholesome fluffy love

The Surprise

Pair/s: Rocky/Koo, Kizzy/Kaito

Summary: Koo thinks Rocky is hiding something from him and spirals a bit buuuut maybe it has something to do with his birthday coming up…

Vibe: elements of angst to have a big gay payoff at the end that is tooth-rottingly cute

Friends

Pair/s: Hiroto Amamiya exploring the potential of the Mighty Warriors & prison gang (so a lot of polyamory and potential relationships)

Summary: Hiroto struggles in the aftermath of the Kuryu group’s defeat but manages to find friendship in the unlikeliest place.

Vibe: found family, introspection, longing

The Spark

Pair/s: Jesse/Cobra

Summary: Jesse is lowkey (highkey) obsessed with Cobra after their fight and does very little to hide it. Including introducing Cobra properly to his Mighty Warriors/Prison Gang family.

Vibe: two idiots in love, meeting the family, instant attraction

A Moment’s Peace

Pair/s: Hanaoka Fujio/Ueda Sachio

Summary: Sachio isn’t sure when it started becoming so casual (AKA - Fujio shows up at Housen all of the time because he’s in love)

Vibe: fluff, gays being gay, Housen boys narrating their leader’s love life

Like The Sun

Pair/s: Hanaoka Fujio/Takajo Tsukasa

Summary: Fujio’s gay introspection on how pretty and perfect Tsukasa is and Tsukasa pretending like he doesn’t love that absolute dork. Yasushi also makes a very on-brand cameo.

Vibe: fluff, introspection, friends to lovers

In total, we’re talking 59 fics and counting across the High & Low franchise, including The Worst films.

I’ve been part of this fandom for so long but I genuinely forget to promote my shit soooo if you love it, I’d love to know! 💖

I’m sure I’ll create an actual master list at some point of all the pairs but to summarise, there’s plenty of rare pairs for totally background characters, some of the most popular ships, and a shit ton of polyamory.

Enjoy ✨

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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kill my time ♡ murayama yoshiki

soulmate au : a number you get on your wrist when you turn twenty tells you when you’ll meet the one

reader has a brother who remains unnamed ; reader has difficulties sleeping

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It wouldn’t show up until you turned twenty — your soulmark. You wouldn’t know what it was until your birthday, mind exploring the different fonts and colors and shapes it could be. It could be a time, a date, a name, a sentence ; but you wouldn’t know until you turned twenty.

And you were already impatient for it to happen.

You were eleven when your brother brought home a new friend. Murayama Yoshiki was two years older than you, already had a band-aid on the left side of his cheek, and was hunched over when you met. His right hand was bruised and he had a permanent scowl on his face. The toys you were playing with disappeared as the two older boys stood above you.

“[Name],” your brother spoke. He pointed at the bruised boy with his thumb, puffing out his chest proudly as he continued. “This is ‘Yama. My new friend. Be a nice sibling and get us a snack, hm?”

You only blinked, “get it yourselves.”

Attention occupied by the toys in front of you once more, you missed how your brother deflated. Murayama let out a snort before it grew into loud, obnoxious giggles. He patted your brother on the back, “didn’t teach you to fight so you could be mean to a kid!” Murayama then crouched down in front of you, “whatcha playin’? Can we join?”

And so life went on with one more included in your dinner nights and play times.

Growing up with Murayama, there was never a dull moment. The boy was always cracking jokes, getting into fights, standing up for you when your brother bullied you. It was fun ; he was fun.

You stayed up all night to see what your soulmark would be. A matching tattoo would be pretty ; a timer counting down more convenient than anything. To your luck, a small 11 was printed on the inside of your left wrist. That meant you’d meet your soulmate in eleven years — easy enough. All you had to do was wait.

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There’s a knock on the front door that startles you awake. Pausing, you wait to see if it was real or something you’d misheard — and then a solid bang! jolts it again. You groan, shuffling from your warm, comfy bed to swing the front door open.

Murayama stands there, sheepish and alert as he peers in behind you. Sighing, you grumble, “he’s not here. Spent the night at his ass of the week’s house.”

The curly haired boy deflates but inches by you anyways as you open the door wider and let him in. You yawn, eyes catching sight of the clock and blanch at the time. “Why’re you here anyways?”

“Fishing.” He holds two fists up, one circling around as if he’s reigning in a reel. Murayama stuffs his hands into his pockets after, rocking on his heels briefly. “He’s really not home?”

“No,” you sigh out. “The sun’s not even up yet, ‘yama. The hell’re you fishing for?”

He doesn’t answer, looking over your disheveled attire and puffy eyes. “Don’t act like you were sleeping.”

“Jus’ drifted off, actually!” You give him the stink eye before turning on your heel and heading back towards your bedroom. Murayama follows behind you slowly, as if he’s testing his limits ; as if he’d never been alone with you before. You glare again as you plop back into your blankets, “no thanks to you.”

There’s a small light that’s shining in the center of your room, illuminating the area softly. It smells like lavender — your pillows, your sheets, the laundry detergent you use. All in vain ; Murayama knows it never helped you fall asleep.

“Gonna wait for him here?” Your voice is quieter ; it matches the atmosphere you’d created. He can barely see you in the dim lights, but Murayama knows you’ve cozied back up. “You’re welcome to. I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight!”

He rocks on his feet again as you turn over harshly, your back facing him. The room settles before you huff and glare at him over your shoulder. “What do you want, delinquent?”

Scrunching his nose at the old nickname, he shrugs. “You look comfy, s’all…” Murayama tilts his head side to side — your eyes narrow even more. You know where this is going. “And it is pretty early…. ‘M a little tired still…”

You groan and turn over, burying your face into your well-worn pillow. He thinks you didn’t take the bait ; thinks you won’t give in the way you typically do. But, Murayama wins most games he plays and you’re not exempt from that. “Jus’ get in already.”

Giddily, he’s jumping in beside you before he can think. You squeal when his leg rubs yours — “no sleepin’ in my bed with your jeans on!”

He’s tossing and turning endlessly, bare legs slipping against your own as he turns to the left. With a huff, Murayama lays on his back, slamming his hands onto the blanket below him. You sigh, raising up and crossing your arms in annoyance. “Are you done now, delinquent?”

“Can’t get comfy,” he says through a pout. You roll your eyes, relaxing your arms and posture as you think about just settling down and sleeping whether he was or not. Wide, brown eyes look your way, “help me, [name].”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” You clench your teeth as he shrugs, wiggling once more.

Suddenly, your right wrist is gathered in Murayama’s grip as he slings you forward. You gulp, looking down at him now as he grins. “This could help…”

“How would me hovering over you help you sleep?” Your voice has softened ; quieted at the lack of space between you. Your fingers clench in a fist as he slightly scoots down so that your noses brush now. “Do you want me to just sleep in the air?”

You’re on your back before you can think. Murayama is caging you against your bed now, the cutely shaped light in your room illuminating from behind him like a halo. You gulp, eyes widening as he lowers his face even further, the hand that was gripping your wrist letting go.

Slowly, Murayama’s hand meets the center of your chest, palm open as he tilts his head. “Heart’s beatin’ so fast, [name],” he’s quiet as he speaks. “Am I makin’ you nervous?”

How could he not be? He’s hovering over you, wavy strands tickling your forehead as he shifts his weight ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat as Murayama’s eyes meet yours — he just stares.

“A little,” you squeak out. He grins at the noise ; only the right side of his lips lifting into a crooked, uneven smile. “Are you going to sleep in the air?”

Murayama lets out a loud sigh as he tilts his head, his hand creeping up to rest on your left cheek now. “I’m tryin’ to flirt with you, ya know? Why won’t you let me?”

“We—” your eyes drop to his grin before snapping them back up once more. His smile seems to widen at this, going to both sides of his mouth now. “Soulmates, delinquent. We both have someone out there, waiting for us.”

He frowns, curly hair falling into his eyes ; you resist the urge to brush it away for him. “Don’t think it could be me?”

“I’ve already met you.” Your voice is quiet again as you speak, defeated and accepting of the truth. Murayama wasn’t your soulmate, and he never would be — no matter how much both of you wanted it. “I still have a few more years to meet mine.”

As if to mock you — as if to make the truth burn more — the mark on Murayama’s wrist rubs against the one on yours. It’s warm, comforting as they touch. He sighs, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, “wish it was different.”

“Me too,” you admit. Murayama pulls away to look at you, eyes widening at your confession. You shrug half-heartedly, as best as you could when he was still holding you down. “For a while, I guess. High school was hell for me — thought about you a lot.”

Letting out a groan, the delinquent lets his head fall to your collarbone as he huffs against it. His breath is warm and tickles where it touches — you try not to think about it. “Wish I knew. Had the biggest crush on you.”

Tugging your bottom lip beneath your teeth, you tentatively rake a hand through his hair. Murayama sags against you even more, almost falling on you. “Had?”

“Still do, I think.” Letting out another sigh, the man leaves a barely-there kiss against your neck before lifting himself above you once more. His smile is shaky ; untruthful as he looks down at you. “Let’s get some rest now, hm?”

——♡——

You’re groggy as you wake up a few hours later. The blankets are still warm and slept-in ; Murayama must’ve just left. You let out a yawn, heading to the bathroom before following your growling stomach into the kitchen. Your brother is there now, deep in a conversation with his delinquent friend as you trudge your way to the refrigerator.

“Did either of you dunces make food?” Silence is the only thing that greets you. Raising your eyebrows in confusion, you turn to look at the men. Murayama’s mouth is wide open, gaping as he looks from you to your brother. The other questions his friend’s reaction, shrugging at you before leaving to shower. “Is that a no, then?”

Murayama is suddenly stomping your way, determination hitting every inch of him. Carelessly — but still gently enough to not hurt you — he pulls your left wrist to sit parallel with his own. “When we met…” he says through gritted teeth, “this could be the age we met.”

Your little 11 is side-by-side with his 13. You did meet then ; springly children who were already worrying about soulmates and new coloring books simultaneously. You gulp, your hands turning into fists as you think it over.

And, really, it’s so embarrassing how quickly you jump on him. Your clothes are still a disheveled, slept in mess ; face still puffy and voice still groggy. You know it’s not perfect — not the right, ideal time — but you leap forward and kiss Murayama anyways.

A gasp leaves his mouth as you settle against him, your tattooed wrists brushing and burning once more. You pull away briefly — only to grin at the way he chases after you — and give in immediately to kiss him again. Lightly tugging him away by his hair this time, you eye him for a minute. “This is real — we could be real?”

Murayama grins roguishly, pressing his lips to yours. He doesn’t pull away much, only enough to whisper, “think we've been real for a while.” Your grin meets his as you kiss him again.

——♡—— ofc this is for all my h&l loves @straysugzhpe @star2fishmeg @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @high-lowincorrect muah muah muah!! hopefully ill get done with this series soon bc i didnt expect to take this long <;/3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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kawaiichan67 · 8 months

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Sneaky Peek Sunday

{6 sentences is not enough}

forthcoming InuKag, Modern AU.

“Ooow!” Higurashi Kagome heard an aggrieved shout and then, “Oi, chibi. Watch yourself.” She strode over quickly, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. In front of her, one of the camp counselors, Murayama Kouga, chastising a small boy with white hair and golden eyes.

“Hi!” she said brightly, sliding in to a gap between them. Before either could slow down, the young boy had nearly punched Kagome. She could feel Murayama-san’s arms, warm across her midsection, as he embraced her and pulled her away from the boy’s blow. They landed about 6 feet back but Kagome was quick to extricate herself from the ookami’s embrace.

The boy rushed to her. “I’m so sor-” he stopped abruptly, his golden eyes widening. Kagome smiled at him softly, trying to calm down whatever fracas the two had stirred up.

“Hu hi,” the boy said, then bowed quite suddenly. “My name is Mori Inu Yasha. It’s nice to meet you!” he practically shouted.

Ignoring Kouga’s guffaws, Kagome bowed in return. “It’s nice to meet you Inu Yasha-kun. I’m Higurashi Kagome.”

#inukag #inukag fanfic #modern au

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insideliascrazyhead · 11 months

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The Sannoh Hoodlum Squad shenanigans 2

Tetsu:Local Cinnamon-roll that blasts the most screeching death metal out there!

Naomi:Cobra who was peacefully and drunkly sleeping nearly jumped out of his skin

Shiba:I loved it

Yamato:It was hilarious.

Dan:I nearly pissed myself laughing man

Noboru:So did Cobra and he wasn´t even laughting

Leave your leader alone

Smokey:The poor bastard

Murayama:Why would Cobra-chan be taking naps on the table anyways?!

Hyuga:Concussion nap.

Smokey:Depression.

Rocky:Tequila

Cobra:You read it Murayama choose your favorite answer.

Tetsu:This man will never be able to dress even if it would be to save his life

Murayama:I ain´t complaining.

Rocky:since when does Cobra wear his tits almost out?

Naomi:Mugen....crazy times for playboy Cobra.

Yamato:Still crazy how he survived this time without STD

Noboru:Or a shit ton of kids

Hyuga:TMI!Now I see it in my head....

Cobra:Congratulations.

Dan:Now he´s sick of being single probably

Cobra:Yeah I´m excluded from nights because I´m in desperate need of some action.

Tetsu:He looks a bit like a escort

Cobra:What?! Chiharu:A luxus escort Cbra-san!

Murayama:Now that´s how he earns money....

Shiba:We told yall gas station constantly closed for a great reason

Dan:He´s on his way to shoot onlyfans content.

Cobra:I will just go get cigarettes,might not be back....

Tetsu:The politeness and rudeness after Cobra´s ridiculus scream

Naomi:how cute Chiharu tries not to laugh

Junko:Cobra screamed so loud we heard it all the way down the street!

Oshiage:we thought someones dead!

Tetsu:Yeah R.i.p Cobra´s dignity.You will be missed

Yamato:pouring out one for our homie dignity!Gonna miss you man....

Cobra:pull that shit again and I swear the members of Sannoh Rengokai go missing!

Noboru:Cobra.Don´t leave social media evidence for crimes.

Cobra:Whatever I would do great in jail.

Hyuga:Not with that face.Or that hair.

Rocky:Or his manly squealing.

Tetsu:On the road reloaded!

Noboru:I don´t even wanna fucking know how you managed this photo

Dan:Let´s just say Chiharu ran over the phone....

Cobra:Dumbasses

Rocky:At least they wear helmets?! Naomi:Because they need each braincell they get.

Smokey:Well Cobra seems like you got some extra to spare then,I never see him wear one

Cobra:Eat me you prick.

Hyuga:With all the hits Cobra took to the head over the years,man gotta start wear one when he ain´t on the damn motorcycle.

Tetsu:Pre-Painkiller giggle Cobra; nearly taken out by a eager Chiharu!

YamatoChiharu nearly offed Cobra with that wannabe bodyslam man!

Noboru:Can you feel his blood on your skin?!Killer!

Cobra:Not dead jet....

Chiharu:For that he did kick me.

Dan:Yeah sadly only nearly in the jewels....

Tetsu:A shame really.

Cobra:and will again I swear you crazy squirrel!

Rocky:That´s the literal even though concerning but only way Cobra has any action in bed

Cobra:wouldn´t you wanna know old man

Hyuga:Cobra´s probably a manwhore,I mean look at him!

Smokey:Yeah the injured guy in the hospital bed it totally being a whore right now.What the hell man?

Cobra:Whores at least get paid for sex.I do that for my own entertainment.

Naomi:Wise words of a total dumbass

Tetsu:Long nights....

Rocky:didn´t we explain it´s wrong to drug your leader

Naomi:Cobra drank on his own grown up free will

Shiba:it´s too easy with that dumbass you just give him a glass and tell him to drink

Tetsu:just like Yamato would eat anything you give him

Dan:even whatever Cobra cooked

Yamato:it wasn´t that bad

Noboru:the shit looked poisonous dude!

Chihaur:and it was on fire!

Cobra:Oh c´mon I survived those years with my cooked food too!

Hyuga:Yeah crazily.

Smokey:Barely.

Yamato:All you eat is takeout and candy!

Cobra:No I don´t!

Yamato:Explain that to your trash!

Cobra:What do you fucking do in my trash?!Stalker!

Noboru:You threw his phone in there when it woke us up at 7 in the morning

Cobra:no human should be awake at that time.

Yamato:Normal people who gotta work a normal job do!

Tetsu:Earned break time

Noboru:Go back to work Yamato you´re poor

Yamato:Oi!Upper middle class!Also on break!

Smokey:You´re always on break with tools in your hands?

Shiba:Tried to eat them probably

Hyuga:Don´t be mean for someone with Yamato´s little amount of brain cells it´s hard to focus on

two tasks so he just makes a break with the tools

Rocky:drunk from last night and thought that´s Cobra and Noboru

Dan:probably was angry they don´t answer him

Chiharu:But Cobra rarely talks

Tetsu:Oh kid you´re gonna learn how to be fluent in Cobra silence and other noises as sign of living soon.

Tetsu:Grumpypants

Oshiage:Screw you or I´m gonna hit you with my damn shoe again!

Naomi:I´m gonna join the beating

Cobra:I would love to see Tetsu get beaten with a shoe

Noboru:Cobra.no.

Dan:Try again.

Cobra:Whatever then I at least pretend to stop her

Yamato:a true leader everyone

Tetsu:bittersweet beautiful revenge of the Cobra twist.

Cobra:The squeaky toy noises that came out of you where hilaious.

Yamato:No im bruising!

Dan:Tell others it´s lovebites

Noboru:Yeah from a snake.Romantic.

Chiharu:He doesn´t speak to anyone exept us tho...

Tetsu:And his mom

Cobra:revenge wouldn´t be necessary if you don´t open your trap otherwise there´s no forgiveness.only death.:)

Yamato:dramatic motherfucker

Naomi:also nobody would date him that means you basically date Cobra and Noboru too

Shiba:that would be too exhausting.

Murayama:We love a Cobra twist.

Rocky:You just love Cobra.Not the twisting part idiot.

Murayama:was on the recieving end though!Then he threw me through the room with literally only his legs that´s hella impressive!

Hyuga:In his playboy times he probably trained his legs a lot.In multible positions.

Smokey:You dirty bastard.

Tetsu:Sannoh beauty session!

Rocky:Did he inhale to much face masks?

Hyuga:Hair dye seeks into his brain!

Smokey:Too much hair spray fumes.

Corba:Can´t I just be in a great mood?!Whatßs wrong with you?!

Murayama:You´re Cobra-chan!You don´t have a good mood.Like ever.

Junko:only crazy destruction and sadness

Cobra:Eat me!

Tetsu:Hard times

Naomi:He looks so ashamed it´s adorable.

Shiba:such a beautiful scolding

Junko:sucessful day

Rocky:That´s what he get´s when he behaves like that

Noboru:You don´t even know what he has done now

Rocky:Solidarity.

Murayama:omg I love this

Hyuga:ill pay whatever you want for a video of that scolding

Rocky:Imma double it if Noboru and Cobra get scolded too

Noboru:oh no they love me.So does Yamatos mother.Sorry gonna throw you and Cobra under the bus here man

Murayama:So your mom needed to adopt a kid that turned out to be a dissapointment too.Sorry Cobra-chan.Then another one until she found the right one?!Damn.

Naomi:Naah that woman just has a big heart for strays

Tetsu;So does Yamato.See Chiharu.

Tetsu:Celebrating victory

Smokey:You gotta get your leaders head checked

Murayama:that looks like he took a few nasty hits.

Naomi:I will get the big first aid kit...

Shiba:Cobra and Yamato look like they got hit by a truck.

Cobra:Relax it was just Kohaku.

Yamato:He nearly choked you to death though

Cobra:whatever a lot of people have that urge.

Hyuga:Understandable

Rocky:Cobra does look zoned out you might wanna check on him

Junko:lights on nobody up in there

Tetsu:more painkiller giggles and forced water.Hydrate or Diedrate!

Naomi:I still hear his whine of That teuqila tastes weird!

Yamato:When I tried to explain it´s not tequila and he nearly teared up and said is that supposed to be beer?!That´s even worse you sick Bastard.I nearly peed mysielf laughing.

Noboru:Didn´t he threw the cheese slice from his burger at you then?!

Yamato:Yeah it was horrible.that shit was still hot!

Cobra:luckewarm at best you drama queen

Murayama:I love S.W.O.R..D

Naomi:That smack was great too!it hit you right in the head

Dan:He shoul´ve been in a sugar coma from all the candy by then anyways

Tetsu:It was great when he basically threw out his money for candy at the grocery store and Noboru tried to argue that future not high Cobra is gonna be pissed!

Chiharu:“Future Cobra is a dick and faaar away!Until then I gotta use that cash now.For candy,cigarettes and dumb unecessary stuff like that which just makes me feel better!“

Rocky:Gotta see that shit

Hyuga:sadly hes relativly okay now

Murayama:I could break his leg!Then off to the emergency room Cobra-chan goes!

Hyuga:Or I hit him with my car!That´s too easy.

Yamato:Nobody goes near him what the fuck you crazy bastards?!

Murayama:No killing Cobra-chan or Imma take you to Oya and let the crazy full timers have your ass!Only leg breaking....Maybe.