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Back When I Knew You

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader🤎 🛑Content: 18+, Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

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CHAPTER 1: WRONG DOOR

There's probably not a single person in this world that hasn't experienced what you have.

Especially, when there's a person in your life that has a special place in your heart that's no longer there. You live off the memories, those sweet moments that as time passes, begin to feel like a dream you struggle to hold on to. The memories blur together sometimes, but the feelings attached never die. For some, even the arguments and moments where you couldn't stand them become precious too. That's you. Now at twenty five, you've quite obviously moved on, not letting the lingering thoughts and questions get to you too much.

Today is Saturday, a gloomy weekend, but a weekend nonetheless. This entire week had been nothing but light rain and cloudy skies, as a hurricane was passing along the coast a ways from where you live. It was transition season, that phase where we adjust from summer to autumn. Remnants of the previous season fade out, leaving behind crisp air, cold breezes, and longer nights. It's the morning, so you go in the kitchen to start your usual home routine.

You begin with the dishes, quickly getting to work on those and finishing in no time, then set the kettle on the stove to make some decaf coffee. You haven't been much of a coffee drinker ever, but sometimes you get so hooked on the flavor for a while that you can't help but make some a few days in a row. Heart palpitations made coffee an issue for you, along with other caffeinated drinks, but a few cups of decaf couldn't hurt. The kitchen is connected to the living room, which has a nice sized flat screen tv. You turn on Spotify through the tv, deciding to start the morning extremely tranquil with some chillhop and lo-fi music.

Sometimes there's mornings where you know exactly what you want to eat for breakfast, and other times, like today, it's nothing but a question mark. As you stood in the kitchen sifting through breakfast ideas, a few gentle knocks catches your attention over the music. Your brows furrow. It's not usual someone comes to your apartment without first telling you in advance.

You prepared yourself to open the door and tell the person they have the wrong door, as it's normal sometimes for people to confuse their friend or family member's apartment number for another. "One second!" You called out in an unintentionally sing-songy way. You still had on your pajama shorts set and light pink satin bonnet on, but answered the door nonetheless. It's your place anyways. You opened the door a crack, giving the person on the other side a small smile, speaking with a soft and kind tone of voice.

"Hi, I-

Whatever sentence you had come up with in your head instantly evaporated. You stood completely frozen, heart racing. The door was only open just a bit, but you immediately recognized the face in front of you.

He stood there, eyes wide, lips slightly parted just like you. You blinked rapidly as nine thousand different emotions and thoughts coursed through you.

"Hey, it's-...it's been a while." His tone was so soft, so cautious.

His voice was just the same, but much deeper now. He still has the same big eyes, tiger tattoo, and earring just like before, too. It was highly overwhelming..and very confusing. You felt like you were looking at a ghost, a mirage, or some sort of mythical creature in front of you. Suddenly, every memory of the past became crystal clear, as if it all happened just months ago as opposed to years. Everything that you locked away came surging back like a wave you had your back towards, colliding with you and taking you under in just seconds.

Flashback

10 Years Ago

Moving to Japan was an odd experience to say the least. After your father cheated on your mom, she decided that was the last straw with him, and took you and just up and moved to Japan. She's always loved Japan ever since you all went on a two and a half week long vacation when you were too young to even remember. Your older brother of five years has been off to college for some years now back in the states, playing basketball while studying undergrad in business communications.

As for you, it's about three months into the school year in Japan.

"Morning!" Your friend Yumi called out in a sing-song tone.

"Heeey!" You and your other mutual friend Asuka sang back, smiling brightly with a small wave. Yumi made her way over to the both of you, her expression looking as if she had been waiting to tell us something all night.

"Guys! I have something crazy to tell you!" She beams right on cue. This was a regular occurence with her. She was your teapot and you two were gladly her cups, taking in whatever gossip she had to say with excitement every single time, without fail.

"What? Another cute boy passed you by on your way home from school again?" You teased. Asuka and you giggled lightly at Yumi's reaction, a cute pout and narrowed eyes.

"No! But it is about a boy, though!" She started, her tone lowering so others around us walking towards the same school wouldn't hear. "So, I heard these other girls talking yesterday on the way home from school saying some boy at our school is in a gang! But then! They were also saying he's like super hot, like, smokin' hot." She finishes with a wide, mischievous grin.

"Smokin' hot?" You raised an amused brow. "Just as smokin' hot as that dude that sits in front of you in history?" You chuckled.

"Ahhhh, Harada-kun." She swooned before turning serious again. "Well, I've never actually seen this guy myself, but I don't think those girls would talk about a delinquent so openly like that unless he really was attractive." She smiled wide.

"At our school though? If he's at our school wouldn't we have seen him by now? He must not be that cute if we've never noticed." Asuka chimed in, her expression clearly showing she didn't believe Yumi.

"Exactly! That's literally what I was thinking." You add. Yumi tsk's to herself, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Well see that's the thing, since he's a delinquent it's not too often he shows up to school. We'll have to just wait until there's some kind of commotion about 'em, I guess." She shrugs nonchalantly.

You scrunched your face up, not really buying this whole mysterious, hot, gang boy thing right along with Asuka. This could very well be just another case of the rumor mill. There's always some talk about gang boys this and gang boys that, but who knows at this point which stuff is actually true?

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At school, you don't necessarily call yourself popular, but you are pretty well known. You stand out like a sore thumb anyways having big afro textured hair, dark brown skin, and an American accent as heavy as an expensive fur coat. Some admired your uniqueness while others, usually some of the girls, looked at you with distaste and jealousy. Attention from guys was never an issue for you as it was always someone who wanted to "try you out". Aside from the fuckboy type, there were also some sweethearts that just genuinely liked you, but usually they were always too afraid to make a move. So you moved through high school life fairly unbothered, sticking to the friends you do have and trying to keep your grades as high as possible.

The day went on as usual, pretty boring, and absolutely zero sign of a "smokin' hot gang boy" as Yumi mentioned earlier that morning. Math was annoying and confusing, history was interesting, and music was the best part of the day, same as always.

But it wasn't until the late evening, while on your way home from purchasing a few items your mom had asked you to pick up from the nearby grocery store, that things started to get...intriguing.

"Oi! What's a cute lil thing like you doing out by yourself?"

The voice of a guy, seemingly college aged, made your heart practically stop. Unfortunately, you were quite used to this. Guys always loved to hit on girls when they were alone and vulnerable. Usually you and your friends walk together for as long as y'all can manage before having to part ways after school. They were no longer with you to help ward off the guy trying to make an advance.

"I'm just heading home." You respond, keeping your voice composed yet slightly stern so he understood clearly that you weren't down for any games tonight.

"Oh yeah? How 'bout I walk with you? Make sure nobody else comes to try and steal you away from me." He suggested smugly, grinning down at you. This guy was tall, and looked at you with nothing but lust.

"Oh, no thank you; I'll be alright-

"Come oooon, don't be like that, sweetheart! You could come with me; it'll be fun." He reached out for your arm holding the plastic grocery bag.

Your heart started racing. Now this wasn't normal, not usual in the slightest. You were used to guys approaching you and being persistent, but never have you experienced a guy continue to come onto you so aggressively even though you've already declined. Your eyes widened, trying to remain calm as best as you can. Freaking out definitely won't help deescalate a situation like this. The man could be drunk or armed for all you know.

"Please, let go. I don't wanna go with you, ok?" You asserted, keeping your shaky voice as stable as possible. He chuckled dryly, pulling you by the arm, the force was so strong you lost your balance. Your head came right into contact with his chest as his other arm wrapped around your waist. Your grocery bag fell out of your hand in result, some items spilling out unceremoniously.

"Why you fightin' so hard? High school girls like you always wanna-

"Stop! Let go!" You trembled, using your free hand to push yourself away from him by the chest. By this point you were starting to hyperventilate, fear of being raped or kidnapped overtaking your mind. Your eyes searched around the area, hoping maybe someone was around to see or even hear what was happening and come through on your behalf.

"I don't wanna go with you!" You cry out in English, voice cracking as involuntary tears welled up in your eyes. A fight or flight response kicked in within you, causing you to become way more forceful with trying to get out of his grip. He grunted in frustration, holding you tighter while backing you up into an alleyway behind a corner store. Noises of struggle blended with small sobs and cries as you struggled.

This was it, he was definitely going to rape you.

Your heart could barely keep up with the way you were hyperventilating, causing it to work overtime to make sure blood was pumping and enough oxygen flowed through you. If you kept up like this, you'd surely pass out. The grocery bag was long gone, abandoned somewhere on the vacant sidewalk. The older man shoved you to the ground, causing your head to make contact roughly. One small scream was all that you could get out before he quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, the other making quick work to yank your uniform open. Buttons popped off, flying in multiple directions, one even hitting him in the face in the process. You squirmed and flailed all over, aiming to knee him in the family jewels, but it seemed he was used to this kind of fight.

With everything in you, you didn't wanna give up. This wouldn't go down without a fight from you, but with the way this was going everything you attempted was futile against this older, much stronger man.

You squeezed your eyes closed, wondering what you did for this to happen to you.

"Don't worry baby, I'll make you feel so-

The man's words were cut short, the sound of a grunt and heavy thud filled your ears. Your eyes flew open, taking in what happened. Instead of one, now there were two guys here, one standing over the other. It was a boy who seemed to be more closer to your age. With a small gasp, you lift to a sitting position and scramble backwards until your back hit the cold, stone wall of the corner store.

You watched the scene unfold, utterly shaken up. The two got into a pretty one-sided fight. The college dude seemed like such a strong and forceful guy until this other boy showed up. Now it's as if he's never fought at all. Your supposed savior was beating the absolute shit out of the other dude. His punches were clean, and looked to have some genuine technique behind them. Grunts and cries of pain left the offender as he took punch after punch.

Once the older guy was knocked to the ground by a right hook from your savior, he stomped onto his chest multiple times, knocking the wind out of him instantly. At first a sense of relief and gratitude had washed over you when he showed up, but now, it was starting to look a little scary. He wasn't stopping at all, and the look on his face was beyond menacing. He didn't even say a word this whole time, just pulled up and immediately started throwing hands. You were afraid if he kept this up, he'd break that man's sternum or something; maybe kill 'em.

Eventually, he finally stopped, seeming to come back to his senses at the sound of your fearful whimpers. He stared down at the beaten and battered man, squatting over him and grabbing a fistful of his bloodied shirt.

"Let me catch you pull some shit like this in my sight again-

"I-I'm sorry! I-

He was quickly cut off by an abrupt, swift punch straight to his already bloodied nose, making his head snap backwards. You jumped, turning away and covering your face with your trembling hands as the man hollered out in pain for probably the hundredth time.

"-I'll break your arms, you got me?"

The older man swallowed, nodding his head frantically in fear. It was so crazy how the tables had turned. The once confident looking man was just reduced to a whimpering, apologetic mess within minutes by a seemingly fellow high schooler.

"Get your punk ass outta here." He commanded, abruptly letting go of his shirt, making the man plop back onto the ground roughly. Was his threat even eligible to be considered mercy after the way he just ruined him like that? Honestly, you didn't really care, because you were too busy teetering on the edge of an intense panic attack and/or just full on passing out.

The beaten man scrambled to his feet, wincing in pain as he scurried out of the way while clutching his nose and left side, long gone into the night. Your savior walked up to you, his expression softening just a bit. It didn't do much to take away from his intimidating presence though, as he was splattered with blood along his face and once fully white bomber jacket, and his fists might as well have been dipped in red paint. He looked freaking terrifying!

Involuntarily your body trembled harder, a part of you didn't trust him as he could very well kill you with those hands.

"Here." He uttered softly, extending a bloody hand to you. You didn't move an inch, only looking at his hand with a jumble of emotions. It seemed he realized how 'tainted' his hand was, quickly wiping it on his black shirt under the bomber jacket he wore, then extended it back out to you. It was an appreciated move even though it did nothing but just smear the blood around his hand. Hesitantly, you placed your hand onto his larger one, letting him gently stand you up on your feet.

Suddenly, you became oddly hyperaware of the way you probably looked right now, feeling self-conscious about it. Without a doubt your hair was an absolute mess, that one you knew for sure, and your clothes...

Your top...

The top that man ripped open...

It seemed you both realized at the same time that the majority of your buttons were missing, exposing a black lace bra with a little fuchsia pink bow and jewel hanging off it right in the center. You gasped, ripping your hand away from him as you held you shirt closed with both hands.

"Sorry! I uhh, didn't see anything." He lied, quite obviously. You kept quiet, too embarrassed and overall overwhelmed at everything that just happened in such a short amount of time.

"Could I..walk you home?" He offered, making sure to keep his eyes up on your face and nowhere else. You nod, standing there a bit dumbly, waiting for him to show the way as if he knew where you lived.

Oh right, he doesn't.

Your shaky legs finally dragged their way across the ground, walking past your savior and heading towards the sidewalk. He followed after you, going and picking up the groceries you had left behind earlier.

"Thank you", You finally mumbled, shyly, "For helping me." 💎

Somehow, he actually managed to get you to open up a bit as you walked home together. He was actually very sweet, and you both even discovered you go to the same school.

"I've never seen you before." You both mutter at the same time, causing a little laugh to come from you.

"Well, I moved here last year, it hasn't been that long at this school. What grade are you in?" You asked curiously.

"Grade? I'm a third year." He replied, slightly amused that you said grade instead of year. You were still getting used to all the nuances of Japanese culture.

"Oh yeah, I meant year."

Admittedly, the more you spoke to him and looked past the blood stains, he was really cute..like, really really cute. His eyes are a pretty light, honey brown and he has a really adorable beauty mark right under his right eye.

He has an overall bad boy look for sure, but he's so nice and has a kind voice, and he surprisingly makes you smile even though you just had a highly traumatic, intensive therapy worthy experience. You were grateful nonetheless, had he not been there who knows what state you'd be in now.

"Umm, so, what's your name?" You asked shyly, trying to keep the small conversation going. He seemed to react as if he just now realized neither of you exchanged names. Your home was just two blocks away at this point, so you couldn't part ways with him without at least getting his name.

"I'm Kazutora-

"Huh?!" You cut in dumbly. You must've not heard him right. His name sounded like the whole Japanese alphabet to you. He chuckled, making his earring he wore kind of jingle like a Christmas sleigh bell.

"Kazu..tora." He sounded out slowly. You said his lengthy name a few times, getting used to the sound. After a while it kinda grew on you, you thought the name actually sounded cool. You finally introduce yourself, telling him your name which you ended up also having to sound out for him as it isn't a Japanese name, of course.

"So, you're American?" He asked politely, a cute, charming smile on his face.

"Mhmm, from the east coast!" You nod proudly.

Kazutora honestly found you really cute, with that heavy accent and big, fluffy hair, and those brown doe eyes you have. After finding out you both go to the same school, it seemed like for the first time he finally had some motivation to even go, and be there on time at that. He decided he'd show up tomorrow, maybe he'd be able to surprise you in the hallways as he'd pass you by. You were busy talking about something, probably about where you're from specifically in the states, but he was completely tuned out from all that. It was like he could hear you but it wasn't completely registering as he was too busy just watching you.

He took in what he could of you without looking like a creep, his eyes roaming from your coily hair to your curly eyelashes, then your plump dual-toned lips. He noticed your bottom lip was a deep reddish-pink, while the top was a nude brown shade, very different from what he's used to seeing. Another stark contrast was just how plump they really were compared to what he's always seen, and that cute little gap in the center where your top and bottom lips meet was doing something for him. It made your lips look constantly parted slightly, a flirty look that captivated his eyes and held them there.

"You heard me?"

He snapped out of his trance, blinking once blankly while his ears tuned into the sound of your voice.

"Oh, I didn't hear you. What was that?" He said, trying to play off the fact that he was definitely staring at you. "I said have you ever been to the states?"

"Oh no, never. I've never been to any other country before." He shrugged plainly.

You frowned a bit at that. Your mom always taught you that traveling is extremely important and something not many people have a chance to do, so you should always be grateful for the places you've been to. "Well maybe one day you'll be able to travel places! I think traveling's really special 'cause my mom-...."

Once again Kazutora tuned out a little, still hearing you but his own thoughts were much louder. You tend to go off talking about things often, it's already the second time in just a few seconds you've gone on a little ramble about something you care about. He decided it was pretty cute rather than annoying. You're an intriguing girl to him, and even though you've met in a rather wild circumstance, he wanted to know more about you.

"Oh, this is my place here." You mutter softly, pulling him once again out of his own little world. He hummed in response, giving a small nod. "Thanks again for saving me, I was really scared, but I'm glad you came through." You added, going in cautiously and giving him a gentle hug regardless of the bloodstains all over him.

Kazutora's eyes widened, completely taken off guard that you're hugging him. He wasn't sure at all how to respond for a moment, his mind completely blank. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you, patting your back in a way that he felt would be comforting. "Don't worry about it." He smiled softly. You both pulled away, his eyes averted as your hands went back to keeping your shirt closed.

"Ahh, I hope my mom doesn't see me looking like this. I gotta go, but hopefully I'll see you around?" You smile shyly, fiddling a bit with your top.

Little did you know Kazutora was planning for you to see him again much sooner than you were probably thinking. "Yeah, for sure!" He chuckled, amused at the cute way your face lit up.

"Ok! Well, bye!" You waved, heading off to your front door with a wide smile.

Kazutora placed his hands in his pockets, walking backwards so he could see you head inside. He'll have to figure out where he put his school uniforms once he gets home now.

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 4.4k💠 Released: Jan 5, 2024

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3; NIGHT RIDE 夜骑

A heavy silence fell between the two of you, making your palms sweaty and throat feel dry. "I...guess I should probably head back inside. I'd really rather go home though..." You mumble the last part to yourself bitterly. You really didn't wanna go back into the party with all that loud noise, and knowing Ken was somewhere in there probably not sparing you a single thought made you feel nauseous.

"Why stay then?" Hanma questions lazily, reaching in his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes.

"Well, I Uber'd here since my original ride bailed on me, I barely even spent time in there, and I was actually lookin' forward to the alcohol; even though it's nasty and cheap." You chuckle dryly, leaning your head against the window. "I wanna at least celebrate my accomplishment a little, you know?" You add with an exasperated sigh.

"Wanna celebrate with me instead?" He raises a brow, clicking the lighter a few times before it finally gave him a little flame, lighting up a new cancer stick.

You narrow your eyes skeptically at him. You felt you knew him well enough by now to understand he's a very flirtatious, very outspoken kind of guy, so whatever he was suggesting was definitely not innocent.

"What d'you mean?" You ask hesitantly.

"No need to look at me so suspicious, doll. Just seemed like you could use some fun." He chuckles breathily, taking a long drag.

"Fun..." You murmur, looking out at the frat house from the window. Flashing blue, white, and green lights shined from inside, and folks were jumping up and down to the music. You knew Ken was somewhere in there, having a blast with his boys and Ms. Butterfly tattoo celebrating his big accomplishment. Why does he get to live it up and you don't? Your jaw clenches, feeling that anger that prompted your meeting Hanma in the first place rise back up for a second.

"You know what? I could use some fun for real. What'chu trynna do?"

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The sky looks so pretty, and to think you would've never seen it had you not come out here with Hanma. You look up at the pretty, glittery  stars from the window. The sky is completely clear, and every single star is so luminous along with the nearly full moon. Tonight the pale moonlight is so bright that it's lighting up every surrounding as if it's day.

At the last point you looked at the time on your phone it was about twelve something, now...it could be any time, you had no clue. All you know is that Hanma had taken you to some random liquor store on the way to where you both currently are now. It was on the near outskirts of the city, up high and looking over the night. You two had gotten into the backseat of his car, much to your little angel on your left shoulder's dismay, talking about any and everything. Chill, vibey music played from the radio, going along perfectly with the atmosphere the night created.

"This is waaaay better than that frat party to be honest." You murmur lazily, taking another little sip from the bottle Hanma bought you. You felt so much looser around him thanks to the sweet alcohol, now you could relax and just be in the moment.

"Glad I could help." He grins, blowing smoke into the air as he wraps his arm over your shoulders. You sigh blissfully, leaning into his side with your eyes closed. The scent of him was so loud now that you were this close, that harmonious mix of cologne and cigarette smoke, it was honestly more intoxicating than the alcohol.

"If I stay like this too long I might fall asleep on you. You're surprisingly comfortable." You chuckle lightly, snuggling closer for a moment to further prove your point. Hanma let's out a short hum in response, then takes another long drag of his cigarette.

"Can't have that, can we?" He says lowly, taking your chin under his pointer finger, and making you look up at his pretty honey eyes.

"I guess not." You shrug, your voice matching his with just the slightest undertone of shyness.

He leans towards you, eyes lingering on your lips. "Got any suggestions on what we should do?"

You feel yourself fold instantly, only able to utter out a meek "Mm mm" in response.

"No? No idea?" He teases, dragging his gaze back up to your innocent looking eyes. You shake your head hesitantly, unconsciously clenching your thighs together. It felt like his eyes were reaching deep into your soul, picking you apart piece by piece. He made you feel so exposed, like prey out in short, cut grass with no place to hide. Honestly, it excited you to a shameful degree. Not even Ken has ever made you flustered so easily. A simple question Hanma asks in a particular way has you utterly falling apart at the seams.

He notices the way your legs come together tightly, a knowing look plastering onto his face. "Well I got a good idea, and it starts with you sittin' your pretty ass on my lap." He purrs, his voice dripping with lust.

You could've passed out right then and there. Shyly, you sit yourself on his lap, facing the window. Hanma laughs lightly at this, taking his time with another inhale from his cancer stick, then slowly exhales to the side. "Face me, sweetheart." He instructs. You kept your hands wrapped around the alcohol bottle, hesitantly putting your legs on either side of him. You look straight down, feeling so conflicted on the inside-well...not that conflicted, and that was exactly the problem. It was crystal clear what you wanted, it's just...

"Good girl." He coos, grabbing your chin with his free hand and making you look up at him. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest, you're sure he can hear it. Hanma takes the bottle from your hands, chugging it down and finishing the rest. Your hands clasp together, waiting for his next move. He reaches past you, placing the empty bottle in one of the cup holders up front, his other arm snaking it's way around your waist and pulling you up closer against him. Instinctually you put your hands on his shoulders.

Without a word his right hand reaches behind your neck, holding you still as he finally leans in, placing his lips on yours in a slow, intense kiss. You visibly shudder, a shockwave of electricity flowing down your spine and throughout the rest of your body, eliciting a sigh-like moan from your mouth.

"Wait wait...this isn't...a-a good idea." You mumble breathily between the kiss, attempting to pull away.

"It's not?" He asks with a faux innocent tone, and mischievous looking smirk on his face. His hand on your neck keeps you steady while he skillfully slips his tongue into your mouth.

"I-I have...a boyfriend." You finally admit, though it was more of a harsh reminder for yourself. At this he finally pulls away just slightly.

"I know you're Ryuguji's girl." He states plainly, lips brushing temptingly against yours.

Your heart sinks, eyes going wide in shock. He knows?! He knows and yet the whole time around each other he's been coming on to you like this?!

"You know? You don't care?!" You question in bewilderment. Hanma lets you go, allowing you to shift back and put more space between the two of you.

"I knew he had a girl, just didn't know it was you until after the game. But it seems like you don't really care that much either." He shrugs, taking one last drag from the cigarette he still had then put it out on the ashtray he had sat next to him earlier.

"I do care! I-..I care..." You repeat with a frown, brows furrowed deeply. It's the first time you've really thought about Ken this whole time since you left that party.

"Are you tellin' me or tellin' yourself that?" He asks with a raised brow.

You wanna be mad at him, annoyed, anything, yet you know you'd just be a hypocrite. How could you be mad at Hanma yet feel sorry for yourself? You're the one that let him-let this-happen.

"Babe, babe, I apologized already. What else do you want me to do? I didn't know she was gonna kiss me!"

"How 'bout not put yourself in a position to even have something like that happen! This don't even make no sense, Ken! You just straight up let her kiss you, like, I watched you hesitate! Had I not come over here would you have even stopped?!"

Those were your words, your exact words that you yelled to Ken just some hours ago. You were already a hypocrite; already a fool. You even had the audacity to cry and storm off, you made a whole scene in front of people, and here you are hours later with butterflies in your stomach and wetter than a waterfall for a guy you just met. Uuuugghhhhhh! Conflicted isn't even the word...

Ken has never been particularly terrible to you. The two of you know your relationship came about in..not the most genuine or natural of ways, but you both made it work; you learned to love each other. He's sweet to you, you respect him, it's always been that way. But tonight, for some reason, that thing that you've always been missing, you can't ignore it.

There's no excitement, there's no...spontaneity or adventure with Ken. Everything is the same, everything's plain. You've tried to talk to him about it, ask him for something more or different, but he says it's just not his way. Ken likes stability and sameness, you've always loved newness, feeling stuck in a box or a loop that you can't escape when things are always the same. Hanma though, he gave you that excitement from the get go, without you even having to ask or hint at it. Sure you only just met him, but the way he makes you feel-gosh...Ken's never been able to pull this off in the entire two years and eight months of dating each other.

Then suddenly, Hanma rips you out of your turbulent thoughts, placing his hand underneath your jaw and lifting your head up with his thumb. "Tell me what you want. If you wanna stop...we can stop." He murmurs softly.

Oh no, not another crossroads of decisions! This wasn't really the night for good decision making, especially not now with this mix of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Your eyes immediately shift to the side, already knowing your resolve would be out the window if you looked at him and those alluring eyes for even a second.

"It's not about what I want." You shake your head, wrapping your small hand around his wrist.

"It's exactly about what you want." He says almost like whisper, leaning in slowly towards your lips once again. You squeeze your eyes closed, brushing your lips against his, breathing heavier with each passing second. If you kissed him now, there's no one around to see you two...nobody would find out.

"Tell me what you want, angel." He commands, a slight urgency in his voice. He's becoming impatient.

You bite your tongue briefly, then clutch a fistful of his shirt by his shoulder, pressing your lips against his in a needy kiss. Instantly he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as close as possible. Your hands rest on his shoulders, then slide up to cup his face. This kiss was much more intense then the first, much more needy. As soon as your lips met, your fake boyfriend was once again long gone from your mind...and you loved it.

His hands grab your hips, guiding you back and forth slowly against his hardening erection in his pants. Shameful excitement coursed all through your veins, moaning into his mouth as your tongues hungrily danced with each other. Even though this was so wrong no matter which way you looked at it, it felt absolutely right; perfect.

His fingers dip into your sweatpants, tugging on them slightly. Pulling away from the kiss, he helps you take your sweatpants off, lazily throwing them in the passenger seat up front. "Lowkey, this is gonna take a while. I still have my costume on." You chuckle, gesturing towards yourself. From your skintight body suit to your tights underneath, you had the entire fit on. He helps you take it off anyways, slipping you out of the bodysuit and just ripping a large hole in your tights right in the crotch area.

You let out a noise of shock, staring at him dumbfounded with your jaw hanging open. "You're a dancer, I know this isn't your only pair." He chuckles, running his fingers around the rip he created. "You're lucky I have more..." You narrow your eyes halfheartedly. He pulls you back into another heated kiss, reaching through the hole of your tights and swiftly shifting your panties to the side. Your heart skips a beat, gasping against his lips as you feel fingers graze against your wet folds.

"Damn, you're soaking wet, pretty girl. All that talk about "I can't" yet your pussy's begging for me like this..." He purrs lowly, his honey brown eyes intently watching as his fingers run back and forth, coating them in your syrupy slick.

You whimper, turning your head to the side in embarrassment while placing your hands on his shoulders. His free hand instantly grabs your jaw, turning you back to face him. "Wanna ride my fingers, angel?" He asks in that addictively sultry tone, lightly massaging small circles around your clit with his thumb.

"Mhm." You nod, your mind going fuzzy with bliss.

"I want words." He demands, abruptly pulling his hand away. You're eyes widen, a pained look on your face at the feeling of his fingers no longer there. "Yes, yes!" You answer frantically, your hips desperately searching for his fingers. "Yes what?" He asks smugly, just slightly brushing his fingers over your needy clit.

"I-I wanna..", You hesitate, the embarrassment getting to you a little, "I wanna..ride your fingers." You finish, biting your lip as you force yourself to look into his intoxicating eyes. "Please." You add breathily, gripping onto his shirt.

"There it is." He says with a satisfied grin on his face, slipping his middle finger inside as deep as he could. You gasp, tightening your grip on his shirt as you take in the stretch his finger gave you. He pulls out slowly then eases back inside, watching the faces you make. You bite your lip, uselessly trying to keep your moans quiet, moving your hips just slightly. He adds another finger, his ring finger, stretching you out further.

"Ohhh!" Your mouth falls open, unconsciously grabbing onto his wrist as you start to bounce up and down on his fingers and setting your own pace. Your slick coats his fingers in a sensual sheen, dripping slowly down to his wrist. "Feel good, baby?" He asks seductively, leaning in to kiss and suck along your jawline and neck.

"Uh huh." You moan, breaths quickly becoming pants as you bounce faster. "Gimme words." He demands sternly, making your walls clench around his fingers. "'S so good!" You whine. Your legs start to tremble, making it harder to keep your pace steady. The sounds your pussy was making, that loud squelching against his fingers, was driving you crazy. You crashed your lips against his, sloppily kissing him as your hips helped you bounce faster.

He responds so fast, matching your pace as he curls his fingers, hitting somewhere so deep your eyes rolled back. Your hips stutter, breaking from the kiss as you throw your head back while your legs shake harder. "Fuuuuck! Oh my god!" You cry, digging your nails into his wrist. "Right here?" He murmurs, curving his fingers and hitting that same, sweet spot once again. Stuttered whimpers and whines was all you could respond with, your mind had completely shut down. Desperately you try to bounce with his strokes, but the tightening sensation building up in your core is too overwhelming.

Hanma places his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him, his eyes ablaze with lust. "You look so pretty all fucked out already. You wanna cum?"

You fall forward, leaning your head on his shoulder. Making eye contact with him was just too dangerous right now, one look and you were seconds from an orgasm. "Yes yeees, uuugh!" You moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He adds a third finger, easily sliding it inside with the rest. Your hips raise in the air, attempting to get away, yet Hanma's hand follows you. "Don't run from it, angel." He coos, stroking your trembling thigh. You've never had three fingers before, especially not three fingers his size. You really didn't know what feeling full was until now, the feeling quite literally breathtaking. He picks the pace up, the sounds of your panting and moaning mixing harmoniously with the lewd noises your pussy makes. His fingers keep that same pace, same angle, with every stroke.

"Ah! Aah! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum-oh my god!" You cry out frantically, tears prickling at your eyes. "Lemme see your face. Wanna watch you cum all over my fingers." He says lowly. You shakily lift yourself up, placing both your hands on his shoulders and digging your nails into them as you finally reach that high, cumming on his fingers. "There you go, baby." He coos sweetly. Your legs kept shaking violently, eyes rolling back as he helped work you through your orgasm. It felt like he'd brought you up to the moon and back, pulling you apart then placing you back together. It took you a second for your body to relax, slowly sinking back down into his lap, only twitching here and there.

His fingers slip out of you with a little popping sound, then licks each one, tasting you as he looks you right in the eyes. You felt your pussy clench desperately around nothing at the sight. "I want you." You murmur softly, leaning over and giving him needy licks and kisses on his neck. A deep, sultry moan leaves his lips, his large hands gripping your plush hips tightly. "Yeah? Wanna fuck me, pretty doll?" He asks sensually, moving you back and forth and slightly bringing his hips up into you with each movement. You both moan together at the sweet friction, your head absolutely spinning. He feels so big. "Mhmm, so bad." You answer blissfully, lightly sucking his neck between kisses.

Then suddenly, horrifically, your phone rings from somewhere in the passenger seat up front. You blink a few times, feeling like you just got ripped right out of an amazing dream. The ringer was on so you could hear it loud and clear, like it was yelling at you. At first, you had the thought to ignore it, but something deep down was stopping you. "Wait. Hang on a second." You sigh annoyedly, pulling away from Hanma and going to reach over up front for your phone.

Incoming Call: Big K💖

"Oh shit!" You whisper to yourself, eyes widening anxiously as you scramble to answer the phone. You quickly clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

"Hey." You say calmly.

"Hey, where are you? I came to find you at the party but you weren't there, then I just came over to your room but you didn't answer the door." Ken says tiredly.

Your heart sinks in your chest. He's already back from the party?! "Oh, that's 'cause I just-..I'm just out walking around right now."

"At two a.m.? What the hell are you doing?" He sounds genuinely annoyed now.

"Yeah, at two a.m.; I've done that before." You reply, your tone just a little bit snappy.

"Can you just...get your ass back here? I wanted to talk to you about earlier." He says in a more calm tone.

What's there to talk about? You think to yourself.

"Ok, but it's late. We should just talk tomorrow. I'll let you know when I'm back in my room." You sigh exasperatedly, facepalming.

"...Yeah, that makes sense. I'll talk to you tomorrow; love you. Let me know when you're back." He mutters disappointedly.

"Love you too." You mumble lazily before hanging up.

All of a sudden the atmosphere felt so heavy, you couldn't even bare to turn around and look at Hanma, or really, look at what you've just done with Hanma.

"Was that your boyfriend?" He asks plainly, though there was a slight sour undertone in his voice at the word boyfriend.

"Yeah. I...should go." You start, finally looking back at him with a highly conflicted expression. "Could you take me home? Please?"

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The silence is so loud. It's heavy and suffocating, like losing the last bit of air you have left while underwater. You know Hanma's watching you, looking over at you every chance he can get while he drives back to campus. You also know that he knows you see him, just waiting for you to finally acknowledge it.

"I shouldn't have done that. We really shouldn't have done that." You finally break the silence, glancing over at him anxiously.

"Maybe not." He shrugs plainly, pausing for a moment. "Did you like it?"

You inwardly facepalm at his question. Of course you liked it, loved it even, but that's besides the point!

"Yeah..." You murmur weakly, a heavily torn expression on your face. Hanma nods, keeping his on the road with a satisfied grin on his face.

I'm terrible... You think to yourself.

"We should-..we should forget about it, right? Then..it'll be like it never happened." You nod anxiously, trying to think of any way to make this better.

A short, breathy chuckle leaves his lips. "And how do you go about forgetting something like this? Let me guess, not thinking about it?" He asks in such a teasing way, it was not helping at all.

"Exactly! Not thinking about it! Just...lock it away somewhere until it's forgotten about. People do that all the time." You say with a bit of attitude.

'Cause clearly thinking isn't really my bag right now...

Hanma lets out a dry, short chuckle. "Hate to spoil it for you, but that won't work. You know it won't." He says plainly, glancing over at you.

"It will. It will 'cause it has to." You grit out.

"You're really not thinkin' this one through, huh doll? You wanted to fuck me, and you would've had your boyfriend not called. You really think you're not gonna wanna finish what we started?" His tone is surprisingly serious as he looks over at you.

A frustrated huff leaves your lips, you couldn't think of a good response yet. You knew full well he was right, and it bothered you so badly. You were already aching to finish it, to finish on him, but you were using every bit of your willpower not to think about it. "You can't just run away from that by 'not thinking about it-

"I know, but I have to! I don't have any other options." You say frantically, leaning your head on the window. Hanma shakes his head clicking his tongue, not bothering to go back and forth about it anymore.

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You got back to campus in about twenty more minutes. Hanma pulled up just down the block from your building per you request. With a tired sigh you get out of the car, turning and facing the window.

"I'll still help you with your photography project. If you want me to." You mumble.

"Y'sure you wanna do that? Might not be the best idea with your whole "forget about it" thing." He says with a slight taunt in his voice.

"I'm sure, 'cause what happened tonight was just a one time thing, so there's no reason to be nervous about anything else happening if or whenever I see you again." Your tone is purely serious, looking at him with the most sincere look you could muster.

He nods his head slowly. "Whatever you say, angel."

Your eyes close, trying desperately to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he called you angel. "Could you also please not tell anyone? This has to stay between us, like deadass, it has to." You plead.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone." He assures, though it didn't really do much to help how you felt.

"Good. This is the last time we speak of this, alright?" You say sternly, almost like a parent to their child.

"Damn, I see why you're the captain of the dance team now, Ms. Bossy." He teases.

"I'm serious! This is really import-

"I got it, I got it! I'm "forgetting" about you cumming all over my fingers as we speak." He chuckles in amusement, not being serious in the slightest.

You facepalm for probably the thousandth time tonight. Of course you had to cheat on Ken with the most unserious dude in the entire school. "Alright. Well, I'll see you later or..whatever." You huff, already making your way away from his car.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Wheeeew chile...😩 that's all imma say on the matter. Chapter 4 coming soon.

P.S. Oool Shuji is so fine!! Got me giggling n kickin' my damn feet🤗

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, angst, sneaking link, lots of cheating, some dark moments, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 4.4k💠 Released: Jan 5, 2024

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2; NO FILTER 无滤镜

By the time you made it to the party, it had already been going on for an hour and a half. You were so over it at this point. You'd forgotten to even change out of your outfit when you got to the dorm so you're standing out front of this party in straight up sweatpants over your dance costume and basic all white air forces. At least you were serving face with your makeup look.

The music is blasting, and there's folks all over both outside and inside. The frat house is huge, a popular spot seeing as the parties here are always the best...and the wildest. There's always plenty of juicy stories after a night at the frat house.

When you walk inside you immediately start looking around for familiar faces. It was jam packed, making you slightly scrunch your face as you weave through the multitude of people. You searched around the first floor, looking through the dance floor in the living room, the halls where mostly people were kissing or whatever, then you finally find Ken in the kitchen area.

You abruptly stop, just as you were about to call out to him, noticing him and a few other guys from the team all being crowded around by a bunch of girls. Mostly cheerleader girls and their groupie friends to be exact.

Ken had one hand leaning on the counter next to some girl, basically caging her in as the other hand poured some Vodka into her mouth, cheering her on along with everyone else. Your heart dropped, face heating up rapidly as a mix of confusion, anger, and embarrassment seeped through you. What the hell was going on here?!

It also doesn't go unnoticed that some of the other guys on the team definitely have their arms around the waists of girls that were not their girlfriends.

Then after she finishes downing what he poured, she leans her head back upright, then randomly pulls him into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You gasp eyes going wide. You're only frozen for a few seconds before you storm fully into the kitchen. In your opinion it took Ken a little too long to finally come to his senses, pulling away from the kiss with his eyes widened in shock just as he sees you coming over angrily.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You yell, pushing past everyone to stand directly in front of the two.

"Oh shit..." He mumbles under his breath.

"Hello?! Why's it quiet now?! I just asked you a question!" You outburst, snapping your fingers in front of their faces. This girl was vaguely familiar to you, but your mind was really in no condition to try and figure out where right now. She was a brunette, long haired girl with a butterfly tattoo sat right between her breasts. Of course she wore the perfect top to show it off.

"You didn't answer any of my texts. I thought you weren't even here." He says randomly. What the hell does that have to do with a whole other ass chick's lips on him?!

"I was still at the stadium before you left me. Why didn't you wait for me like you said?" You grit out.

Awkwardly, the girl slips her way passed the two of you, going over to where everyone else had also awkwardly migrated to. "The guys were rushing me, I didn't wanna hold them up-

"So you leave your girlfriend instead?! I had to walk all the way back to the dorms then Uber here, Ken! You were supposed to be my ride!" You rant.

"Hey hey, lower your damn voice." He narrows his eyes, tone actually having the audacity to be stern.

"Who-I know you ain't talkin' to me like I'm some child! Lower my voice?!" You scrunch your face up, only becoming angrier by the second.

"First of all, you left me when you said you were gonna wait, then I finally get here and I catch your sorry ass with some other girl all over you?! Kissing you?! Who the fuck even are you?! What happened in the last hour I've been away?! Like, what did I miss; enlighten me please!" You rant, throwing your hands up in frustration. At this point there was a good chunk of people just watching what was going on, whispers and murmurs started sparking up in the vicinity.

Ken clenches his jaw in annoyance, pissing you off yet again.

"I'm sorry, alright?! I'm a little crossed right now, and I didn't expect her to do something like that." He argues.

"Ohhhh ok, right right. So, we're just a little crossed and didn't expect her to do that. My thing is, why was she even that close to you in the first place? What are you pouring Vodka into her mouth for?" Your tone is blade sharp as you throw question after question his way.

You weren't necessarily yelling anymore but you were clearly seeing red. You swear Ken must've lost his mind in the last hour, because this is so unlike him. It's like he's completely forgotten who both of your parents were, like he forgot if they find out about something like this both of your careers could be over before they even start.

"Babe, babe, I apologized already. What else do you want me to do?! I didn't know she was gonna kiss me!" He argues, throwing his hands up exasperatedly.

"How 'bout not put yourself in a position to even have something like that happen! This don't even make no sense, Ken! You just straight up let her kiss you, like, I watched you hesitate! Had I not come over here would you have even stopped?!" Your eyes start to well up with tears, voice shaking slightly as you try to maintain your angry demeanor.

You hated that he wasn't even trying to comfort or reassure you or anything. He has the nerve to just try to brush it under the rug like it wasn't that big of a deal. You knew for a full fact had this been the other way around he'd probably have caused the loudest riot, and your parents would for sure find out.

He doesn't say a word, just watches you as you try to keep your composure together. No 'let me fix this, babe', no nothing. Sure the two of you are a fake couple with no real feelings of love towards each other, but he could at least act like he cares that you're upset. You sure would. Then to make matters worse, if rumors about this starts to spread, your mom will definitely hear about it.

"Tch." You push passed him and quickly head out of the kitchen, avoiding looking at everyone staring as you storm out.

Embarrassed couldn't even begin to cover how you felt right now. You couldn't believe he disrespected you and the relationship like this, and then went as far as to give that half-assed apology as if that was acceptable! He could've at least tried to come after you when you walked out of the kitchen! You sniffle, trying to calm yourself down as you figure out somewhere fairly secluded to go.

You're back in the living room dance floor area now, the most crowded part of the whole house. You've been to enough parties here to know all of the avoid spots. The living room: where everyone comes to dance as the DJ set is there, the basement: x activities that shall not be named, the balcony upstairs: all the potheads love it there, the bathrooms: illegal drugs...that's all that needs to be said, and the bedroom: other x activities that shall not be named. Even though that seemed like the entire house, there were a few spots left you could go.

Weaving through the multitude of people, you stay close to the wall, heading through the living room and straight out of the sliding glass door. This frat house, as stated before, is very huge, big enough to have a large pool area outside that you can get to from the living room's sliding glass door.

You quickly speed walk to the poolside area, then plop yourself down on one of the pool chairs just as the tears started flowing down your cheeks.

You had fought so hard to keep your makeup looking nice, trying not to cry, but it just seemed like tears were inevitable tonight. Using the sleeve of your costume you gently dab your face, not wanting anything to smear so you don't end up giving the Joker from Batman.

You take a deep breath, exhaling through your nose as you lay back against the pool chair, looking up at the stars somberly. What has this night come to? Everything was so great, then it just...wasn't. Maybe losing your moms gift to you was a sign, 'cause right after that things took a hard left turn.

You felt like you only had a brief moment to even take in your huge accomplishment, now it's like you didn't even do it. This was supposed to be your celebration, your big night with Ken.

We'll see each other tonight, baby. We'll have the whole night actually....

"Liar..." You whisper to yourself bitterly, closing your eyes as you let out an exasperated sigh, feeling completely drained of energy at this point. Oddly enough the sound of the muffled music coming from inside was starting to become almost soothing, mixing harmoniously with the sounds of crickets and echoed conversations. You could actually fall asleep to this...

"You get lost or somethin'? The party's inside."

You jump with a loud yelp, almost falling out of the pool chair as a deep, male voice cuts into the silence. You look around frantically before your eyes fall on some random dude laying in one of the pool chairs to the left of you. He was about four chairs away from you, fully laid out with a cigarette between his fingers, one eye open as he looks over at you lazily. He was dressed pretty basic for a party, nothing but a white v-neck top and jeans. But who were you to talk though...

"Who-who-?! You're sayin' am I lost like you're not out here also." You narrow your eyes, looking him over with a scrutinizing gaze.

Now who the hell is this dude talkin' to?! You weren't really sure since you had your eyes closed earlier, but you figured you were definitely out here first.

"Got me there." He murmurs with a shrug, then pauses before speaking again. "You that dancer girl? The one with the anklet?" He asks slowly, before taking a fairly long drag from his cigarette.

"Wait, the anklet? You seen my anklet?!" At this you sit up completely, eyes wide as you impatiently wait for his answer. He opens both of his eyes finally, then reaches into his left back pocket, taking out your gold anklet. You gasp like a fish out of water, jumping up to your feet and practically running over to him.

"Oh my god! I was looking all over for this! How'd you find it?!" You ramble excitedly. You probably looked like a happy golden retriever with the way you're demeanor completely lit up.

"I didn't. I caught it when it flew off your ankle. Woulda hit me in the face if I didn't catch it." He says with a slight grin, chuckling at the memory of being attacked by your jewelry.

"You caught it?! Is it broken?! Lemme see it!"

He hands you your anklet, letting you observe it and check the clasp. Everything seemed fine with it, but you made a mental note to maybe take it in to a jeweler to get it checked out sometime just in case. "Well, thank you for..catching it." You chuckle lightly, sitting down on the pool chair next to him so you could hook it back around your ankle, this time making sure it was done right.

"'S nothin'. What's your name?"

You tell him your name just as you finish clasping your anklet. "Pretty. I'm Shuji Hanma." He says coolly, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Thanks." You say with an uncharacteristically bashful laugh. Before you hadn't really been paying too much attention to what this guy looks like, but now that you were sitting up closer, you could really look at him.

Long story short, Hanma's gorgeous, with those honey brown eyes and that deep, sensual voice. He has a single gold earring in his left ear, a unique drop design. He looks pretty tall, yet he's also very muscular, maybe a basketball player you think.

Your eyes trail over to his large veiny hands, with tattoos of some sort of Chinese writing on the back of them, and his long, slender fingers. His hair is fairly short, black, and tussled messily to perfection with blonde highlights in the front that hangs slightly over his eyes. Your face instantly began to heat up as your eyes selfishly continued to drink him in.

You don't smoke, but there's something about the way he's so casually taking those drags, something about his full, pink lips and the way they blow the smoke into the air. He's so effortlessly sexy, and from the way he seems to carry himself, he must know it too.

"Havin' a good time over there eye fuckin' me?" He asks smugly, a small smirk making it's way across his perfect lips as he takes a drag.

"I-I wasn't eye-fucking you!" You stammer, voice unnaturally higher pitched as your face completely set on fire, embarrassed that he caught you staring. 

"No? Just thinkin' in my direction or somethin'?" He teases, blowing smoke in front of him as he looks at you with his head tilted inquisitively. You purse your lips in a frown, unsure of a good comeback, only furthering your embarrassment. He let's out a breathy chuckle, shoulders shaking just slightly.

"Doesn't bother me, doll, you can fuck me with those pretty eyes all you want. It's better in real life though." He shrugs plainly, full on smirking.

Your jaw hits the floor dumbstruck, blinking multiple times as you process what he just said. Nobody has ever talked to you like this before, especially not someone you've just met. It's so bold and nonchalant...and sexy. "Again, I wasn't eye-fucking you. I was just...lookin' at your tattoos." You lie, well, it was partially true.

"Oh yeah? You like 'em?" He asks with a particularly seductive dip in his tone, looking you straight in the eyes. His gaze is so intense you couldn't help but look away, too fearful you'd be sucked in and swallowed whole if you looked any longer.

"Well yeah. I don't know what they mean though." You shrug plainly, hoping to mask the shyness creeping its way up to the surface. He sits up from the pool chair, turning to face you and leaning onto his knees, getting fairly close into your personal space. You don't dare back away, holding your ground as he shows you the back of his hands, his cigarette resting between his fingers in his right hand. 

"They say sin and punishment'" He says lowly, showing you each hand with a proud yet mischievous looking grin on his face.

"Oh..." You murmur sheepishly. The way he explained that made you squeeze your thighs together, visibly swallowing as yours eyes flicker from his hands to his eyes. Hanma's lips curve into an almost devious looking smirk, loving the obvious effect he was having on you.

You felt stuck, like a mouse trapped in a corner by a cat. It's the way his eyes so boldly swallow you up without a single care if you notice or not. You had to change the subject quick, lighten things up before you unintentionally set yourself on fire.

"So...I'm assuming we go to the same school. What's your major?" You ask as pleasantly and coolly as possible.

"Digital photography." He replies, leaning back a bit.

"Oh really?! I was not expecting that. You're the first photography major I've met so far here." You say the last part more to yourself. It seems today is actually the most time you've spent around the photography and journalism majors thanks to that interview this morning.

"There's not too many of us I think." He shrugs before taking a slight pause. "You seem like too good'a dancer to be doing it as a side thing." He raises a brow slightly.

"Oh yeah, I'm one of the dance majors for sure." You laugh softly.

"You looked good out there during the halftime show. I got a lot'a nice shots."

As soon as he said that it clicked how he'd be able to catch your anklet. The photographers were the only people able to be on the field during the halftime show, so of course he caught it. "Thanks! I hope I can see them at some point." You smile softly, unconsciously fiddling with your hands on your lap.

He goes quiet for a moment, looking to the side in thought. "You could see 'em now if you want."

"What d'you mean?"

"My camera's in my car out front. Wanna see 'em?" He offers again.

You bite the inside of your lip, brows slightly furrowed. Sure going into this guy's car to look at pictures seemed innocent, but at the exact same time, this isn't just any guy. He's gorgeous, with those tempting eyes that makes your mind fog whenever you look at them for more than a second. Hanma's dangerous for you, he's way too attractive to be playin' around.

You're taken, and even though you're beyond pissed at Ken, that's unfortunately who your man is.

However, no matter how loudly the alarm bells rang in your head.... "Yeah." You nod, feeling your heart skip a beat in a mind-fuzzing blend of anxious excitement.

And as if he couldn't get any more attractive, slowly your head lifts as you watch him stand to his full height, towering over you like a damn skyscraper.

Lord have mercy on your soul.....

Hanma leads you around the house from outside, avoiding all the weaving and dipping through people, and straight to his car, and damn, even his car is good looking. A shiny black Dodge Hellcat with dark tinted windows sat there proudly in front of the party house.

You wanted to facepalm at this point. This was just getting ridiculous now. "Hang on a sec." He murmurs, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side, grabbing the camera that was sitting there in its case. He leaves the door open, helping you in to which you utter a small "Thank you." "Mhm." He nods, closing the door and getting in at the drivers side. The car smelled just like him, cigarettes and that wildly intoxicating cologne he's wearing.

You were pretty sure he didn't feel the same, with the way he's sitting there all cool and chill while doing whatever he's doing with that expensive looking camera, but you were inwardly shaking in your boots. The silence felt so heavy, and you weren't sure how to sit or where to look, so you just fiddled with the sequins on your costume, reminding yourself that your boyfriend was just right inside the frat house.

His cigarette was gone you realized, just as he turned to look at you again, the camera roll finally showing the pictures from tonight. "Here, just hit the arrow to go to the next one." He instructs smoothly, handing you the Canon camera. His slender fingers brush against yours as you grab the device, sending immediate shockwaves down your spine from the back of your neck.

Your jaw nearly hits the floor as you look at the first picture on the screen. You looked so flawless you almost didn't even recognize yourself. Though the day had been so stressful, on the field you looked like a dancing goddess, the costume and makeup sparkling under the stadium lights like some kind of ethereal glow.

"Oh my gooooosh! This looks-this is so..." You trail off unable to really find the right descriptive word, your mouth still hanging open slightly. Hanma chuckles breathily, watching you look at the picture in amusement. You take one last long look at the first one, then go on to the next one.

It was just as beautiful as the previous picture. You were in the middle of your intro solo still, he'd caught you with both hands on your hips and a wide smile, your right leg shifted in front of the left making you look particularly statuesque.

Your heart grew warmer and warmer with each picture you went through, not a single one was a flop, not even a little bit. These are the types of pictures your parents would pay hundreds just to keep and show off to their coworkers and neighbors. "Wanna see my favorite?" He murmurs, cutting into the silence. "Your favorite? Sure." You hand the camera back, curious as to which picture he'd show you.

He clicks the arrow through about seven more pictures, going past it for a second before he finally went back, his lips curving upwards slightly when he saw it. "This one. This is the one."

You let out a small gasp, leaning over the armrest as he shows you the picture. It was-no-you were stunning, and you knew exactly which part of the dance that was too. You'd just finished the moment of holding the split during Emma's brief solo. Then as you come up from the ground you'd enter into a spin and stop with your leg pointed outwards, your left hand on your hip as the right is outstretched, and your fingers point down and outwards.

The angle he took the shot in made it seem like you were looking right at the camera, it caught your eyes perfectly. Your expression was fierce due to the part of the song it was at, and your hair was in the middle of flowing with the breeze.

"This is so beautiful." You smile, almost wanting to tear up. For the first time the whole night you finally felt like you had a chance to bask in that half time show moment. Everything had moved so fast afterwards, there was no time to stop and look at posts or pictures. You knew for a fact though that peoples posts on their stories had nothing on Hanma's professional pictures. "You're real easy to take shots of. Every move you made was perfect." He says, his tone strikingly serious.

"Thanks." You chuckle bashfully, looking to the side as you try to force your heart to stop doing that annoying fluttering.

Easy girl, calm down, he's just being nice. It's just a compliment. Think about Ken, just think about Ken...

Hanma goes through a few of the pictures to see for himself before he speaks again. "Y'know, you make a good muse." He says softly, eyes still fixed on the pictures he's sifting through. "A muse? Like, I'm inspirational?" You tilt your head to the side.

"Yeah, somethin' like that." He chuckles a little. Setting the camera on his lap, he looks you over, up and down and back up, making your face turn hot instantly as you shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat. "What?" You murmur, furrowing your brows in a slight pout. You were sure you'd never be able to get used to his piercing eyes and the way they trail all over you so boldly.

"I've had this idea for a project I wanna do, but I haven't been able to find the right model until you." He explains, looking back up into your eyes.

"Me?! Hold up, you want me to model for you?" You gawk, your face contorted into a look of pure shock. His lips curve into a wide, excited grin, eyes almost sparkling as he seems to have made up his mind.

"I do. You're perfect." He nods, his voice velvety smooth, just like honey.

Again you fold under the sound of his voice and sensual eyes, looking at your hands now nervously fiddling with themselves in your lap. "I-I don't have really any experience with any modeling. I mean, dancers do portraits and stuff but...what kind of modeling do you want me to do?" You stammer bashfully, trying yet failing to hold any sort of confident eye contact with him.

"Nothin' you wouldn't be able to do easily. I need a full body, half naked silhouette of you; something in dark lighting." He says, a bit vaguely in your opinion.

A half naked silhouette in dark lighting...with a guy like him?! Now the alarms were really flashing, but at the same time, it was for professional, career related things. There's no harm in helping someone out with their project, right? You knew all about the frustrations of trying to gather people to help bring your vision to life, so you figured why not help him out.

"Uhhh, I mean, I guess I could do it. Is it an urgent project?" You raise a brow a bit, looking over at him briefly.

"If by urgent you mean for a class then no. This is more of a personal portfolio kind'a thing." He shrugs.

A personal thing? So it's no particular guidelines...

"K. Well, let me know when you wanna do it. I'll find some time in my schedule." You nod.

"Perfect. Lemme see your phone, angel." He purrs, holding his hand out lazily. You try to ignore his flirtatious tone and that name he just called you, reaching in your sweatpants pocket. You take out your phone and unlock it, already knowing to pull up your contacts app. Another jolt shoots down your spine as your fingers make contact again while you hand him your phone. "Cool." He smirks, satisfied that you opened to the app without him having to ask, putting his number and name in.

You went and sent him a text, "Heyyy" with two exclamation points so he could save your number in his own phone.

Why'd it feel so wrong to have his number in your phone? This was just a business thing, a collaboration, right? If you weren't so attracted to him it wouldn't feel like nearly as much of a problem as it does now, and maybe if he wouldn't call you angel or doll with that sexy ass voice, that'd probably make it feel better.

Then if Ken hadn't pissed you off beyond belief, it wouldn't feel like you were doing this out of spite, hanging with some guy you just met at a party since Ken wanted to spend his time with another girl and his sports buddies. But you have no intention of cheating though, so...technically there's nothing wrong, right?

There's nothing wrong about this....

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ooool, what y'all bouta get into puttin' dat man number in y'all phoooone?!?! Teehee, hope y'all enjoyed and I'll have the next chapter up soon! It's finna go DEEOWN next chapter okaaay! Like, comment, reblog please, love you all💖

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

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CHAPTER 5; VALHALLAS NUMBER 3

Your mom had a world shattering conniption when she saw your black left eye Saturday morning, the day after all that with Osanai and his buddies went down.

You spent the entire weekend getting 'fixed up' as your mom called it, icing it and just laying down. She treated you like you were elderly and couldn't take care of yourself, bringing you food, tea, and water whenever you needed it. You didn't mind it at all, seeing as she was just expressing her immense amount of care.

Now it was Monday, time for school, and around that time where Kazutora would wait outside for you. Peeking through the curtains by your window, you checked to see if he was there.

He was in fact there.

Your heart both sank and fluttered at the same time. You wanted to see him but you didn't want him to see you, not like this. You had scrambled around through your hair products like a crazy person just minutes before, trying to style your hair in a way that would shield your black eye from view. With a deep sigh, you made your way down to the entrance of the building, mentally preparing to take on the day.

It'd be a lie to say Kazutora wasn't dying to know how your little 'date' went with the ballsy kid who asked you out last Friday. It'd also be a lie to say he wasn't hoping and praying it was terrible, wishing all the worst on the kid so you'd never choose to spend time with him over Kazutora again.

Even though he wished the worst, he wasn't expecting at all to find out what he did when you both got to the campus.

"That's why you have your hair in your face like that?! Let me see it." He demanded sharply, prying your hands away from your face. "No, no!" It's fine, let go!" You shot back, using all your strength to keep your hands in place. As other students walked by, they glanced over curiously at the two of you, trying to see what was going on. "Let.me.see it." His tone was so low and intimidating you dropped your hands immediately, looking up at him for just a second before looking towards the ground shamefully.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." He gritted out angrily, gently lifting your head up by your chin and brushing your bangs back. His eyes practically scanned you, searching all over for any other wounds. He was beyond livid. If you were with him nothing like this would ever happen. It felt like the time you both first met all over again. If that night he was seeing red, today he was black out enraged. Kazutora was pissed at whoever you were with for not protecting you, and even more pissed that someone had the audacity to hit his girl.

Uuhhh, his girl as in girl that's a friend, his friend...that's what he meant.

"Tell me who did this to you." He commanded, his voice the tiniest bit softer than before. Your heart sank nonetheless, already knowing where this was going. "What're you gonna do?" You asked anxiously, subconsciously grabbing onto his jacket sleeve as if to keep him from going anywhere.

"Don't worry about what I'm gonna do, tell me who did this."

The look on his face was starting to scare you a little, and his tone was so demanding you felt like you had to tell him. You pursed your lips, hoping you won't regret telling him the truth. "Y-Yamagishi said it was someone named Osanai. He's a leader of some gang-I forget the name."

Kazutora's jaw was clenched so tight his teeth could probably break at any second. He knew exactly who that was. Arrogant idiot always thinks he can do shit and just get away with it. Now he's got himself a real problem. He also made a mental note to deal with whoever the hell this Yamagishi kid is, since he's the one who let this happen to you. "Wait for me after school. I'm taking you home-

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Frantically you pulled on his jacket sleeve, looking up at him with wide eyes. He didn't even respond or look at you, in his mind he was already set on finding Osanai, imagining giving him two black eyes in return for the one he gave you. "Please just stay here; it's over now!" You pleaded, hoping it would change his mind. Osanai was a really tall, really skilled fighter. You didn't want Kazutora to get hurt even though he can fight too. It's just not necessary to do all that in your opinion. Gently, he took your hand off of him, looking down at you with a much softer expression. "You don't have to do this." You murmured before he could say anything, shaking your head as tears started forming in your eyes.

"Yeah I do. Just wait for me." He replied in a firm yet gentle way, softly brushing the back of his fingers over your bruised left eye. A chill shot down your spine from the back of your neck, while your cheeks heated up rapidly. You nodded your head, watching him give you a small smile before walking away off the schools campus.

Honestly...the whole situation set off a massive case of the butterflies in your stomach. It was like the whole cage flew open, letting them all loose to flutter around wildly. Even though you worried for Kazutora's safety, it'd be a lie to say you weren't extremely flattered. He didn't say it but it's obvious he cares about you, maybe it's safe to say he cares a lot.

You practically floated your way into the school building with a goofy little grin, radiating roses, glitter, and sunshine as you headed to your locker.

"What is this five foot five beam of ethereal light over here?" Asuka chuckled, walking over to you from the right.

"Oh, hey girl!" You sang, closing your locker and giving her a bright smile.

"You slide down a rainbow or somethin'?" She raised an amused brow.

"No, I just-...it's a nice day." You sigh, finally attempting to snap yourself out of the daze you were basking in. "What, Hanemiya-san finally ask you out?" She nudged your arm, grinning devilishly.

"No, he didn't ask me out. We're just friends", You giggle, "Where's Yumi and everybody?" You furrowed your brows.

"You didn't see in the chat? Yumi got a stomach virus so she can't come today. I think the other girls are here but I haven't seen 'em." She shrugged.

"Wait what?! Yumi got a stomach virus?! Oh my god! She texted the group chat?!" You rambled, eyebrows lifted in shock as you processed this new info. "Yeah, she texted this morning. Apparently it's pretty bad." Asuka frowned, whipping out her phone and showing the conversation between her and Yumi.

"Awww, Yumi." You murmured, brows furrowed in concern. You had a thought to maybe slip away at lunch with Asuka and have her take a video of you playing Yumi a get well song in the music room.

"What's up with the hairstyle today by the way? It's not bad but...can you even see?" She scrunched her face up in confusion, reaching for your bangs. You spent a lot of time picking your afro out to make it big enough to cover your eyes in the front. Kazutora already went and stuck his hand in it, you don't want Asuka to mess it up more.

"No! Wait wait!" You blurted out frantically, jumping back.

"What?! I'm not gonna mess it up." She assured. The way you jumped back had scared her a little.

"Just...come on." You huffed, grabbing her wrist and leading her over to the bathroom.

Luckily, Asuka and you were the only people in the girls room. "Don't freak out when I show you, ok? I'm gonna explain." You warned slowly, your tone low. She nodded, trying to hide the bewildered expression on her face. You swiped your hands over your forehead, brushing your bangs back and exposing your dark purple left eye.

Asuka gasped hard, both hands hovering over her mouth as her eyes widened two times it's size. "Please...do not tell me Hanemiya-san did this." She demanded lowly, her eyes already starting to light up with an angry fire.

"No, no he didn't do it. It was some gang leader guy, Osanai or whoever. It happened last Friday while I was walking around with the boy in my math class, Yamagishi." You explained simply.

"He didn't step in and help you?! How could he let this happen to you?!" She scoffed angrily, grabbing your cheeks gently and shifting your head side to side, analyzing the damage. It reminded you of earlier this morning when Kazutora was looking at your face.

"No he tried! He-...he tried." You sighed in defeat.

"Yamagishi's that nerd kid, right? The one who's obsessed with you." She asked, hesitantly letting go of your cheeks, her eyes stayed glued to your black eye though. How did she know already about his crush on you? You must not be paying enough attention to what goes on around here.

"Yeah. He'd asked me to hang out with him on like Tuesday last week. He was trying to ask me out, but while we were walkin' around we kinda got mixed up in some chaos." You explain in a low tone.

"Ugh, ridiculous. I can't believe how bold these delinquent boys are getting! You can't even walk around anymore without one of them starting a fight! If you need anything you let me know, ok? Shoot, I'll go beat him up myself."

"Nah nah, you don't have to do that. Kazutora's already handling it." You chuckled. Asuka gasped again, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Whaaaaaat?! So he's gonna go fight on your behalf?! He's gonna defend your honor?!" She beamed, cheeks turning dusty pink from the amount of excitement she felt.

"Not defend my honor." You laughed even harder.

"That's literally what he's doing! Girl...what if he really does like you? I mean, who goes and fights on behalf of a girl they don't even like?" She raised her brows suggestively, nudging my arm. "Well I'd hope any guy would defend a girl that got beat up by another dude, wether they like her or not."

The bathroom fell silent as a few other girls came in, chatting about something. "Come on, let's go before we're late for our first class." You stated, fixing up your hair before making your way out of the bathroom.

"He likes you. You know I'm right..." Asuka mumbled, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

You spent the rest of the school day feeling a mixture between anxious and flattered when it came to Kazutora going to find Osanai. It's been hours now since this morning, and you kinda figured maybe he'd come back to school for the rest of the day afterwards. You really hoped he wasn't hurt, or in the hospital on life support..or something.

What if Osanai won? That'd be so embarrassing. Like how do you recover from that? You guessed maybe like how Yamagishi recovered...crying until he felt better. But, would Kazutora cry about something like that? He's probably gotten his ass beat plenty of times before and people respect him all the same.

The more questions your mind generated, the more worried you got about the possible state of Kazutora. Is he good?!

You barely payed attention in the last class of the day, practically glaring at the clock for it to move faster. You couldn't wait to get out of here. If only you were the type that was built for ditching school, you'd have been left!

But thankfully, it was the end of the day, and you were finally free to go. You told Asuka that you had to run, wanting to head out as soon as possible to see if Kazutora actually came back.

"Oo! I wanna see too!" She exclaimed, following after you quickly. The two of you scrambled ungracefully down the two flights of stairs, almost tripping each other as you went down. You two laughed, panting hard at the near dominos-type collision that almost happened.

"You think he won the fight?!" Asuka glanced at you curiously, adjusting her book bag on her shoulder.

"I hope so!" You replied back, slightly out of breath.

"He won...I'm sure he did." She assured, just as you two reached the first floor. You spotted Kazutora first, standing there by the front doors with his hands in his pockets leisurely. You let out a breath of relief, speeding over to him and surprising him with a hug. "Oh my gosh, I was so worried you wouldn't come back!" You cried out dramatically, nuzzling your face in his chest. His heart fluttered at your reaction, not really expecting you to act like this at all. He chuckled lightly, wrapping his arms around you.

On the outside, Asuka was silent, just simply watching you two with a goofy smile on her face. However, on the inside she was running around the entrance of the campus, smacking your arm repeatedly, and squealing like a newborn squirrel or something.

You two looked and sounded like a couple, holding each other all close like that! He was so happy too, it was obvious, he was loving the way you were all over him. She was ten thousand percent sure he'd probably go home tonight and relive this moment over and over again (she was right).

"Oh wow...you think they got back together?"

"Maybe he left early this morning to like..think their relationship over?"

"They look so cute together! Are you sure they're not dating?"

Asuka was sooo hype at the way people were whispering about you guys as they walked passed her. She tuned back into what you two were talking about.

"What?! You broke his arms?! Kazutora!" You exclaimed, shock and bewilderment all over your face. Asuka's jaw also dropped. He broke that guy's arms, and he's talking about it like that's the most normal thing to do. He simply shrugged in response, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he led the two of you away from campus.

"Oh wait; I'll see you, Asuka! Unless you wanna walk with-

"No no no, it's ok, bye guys!" She cut you off, giving an energetic wave before making her way down her usual path home.

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Earlier That Day

Kazutora had already finished dealing with Osanai, sending him straight to the hospital with two broken arms, a broken nose, and a black eye. Now it was time to handle the weak ass idiot that let his princess get hurt in the first place.

Walking nonchalantly to the school, he made his way inside discreetly, searching like a lion on the prowl for his next victim.

Kazutora is a strategist though, so instead of suffering through wandering the halls of the school until he found Yamagishi, he went and located one of his friends.

"Hey! Can I talk to you for a sec?" He asks with a pleasant smile.

A kid he vaguely knew named Akkun turned around, his expression a mix of shock and fear. "M-me?!" He stutters, pointing at himself with a thumb.

You're the only other person in the hallway genius...

"Yeah! I'm lookin' for a kid named Yamagishi. You know 'em?" He tilts his head to the side, still maintaining that sweet smile on his face. Of course Akkun knew exactly who he was asking for, he also knew he was in no type of position to lie to Kazutora. He's Valhalla's number three for a reason.

"U-uhhh, he's..probably in science right now? In-in classroom 2-A." Akkun mutters, feeling his palms begin to sweat. He felt terrible, he had no idea what he potentially just involved one of his best friends in. He'd surely find out at some point though.

"Alright, thanks!" He smiles politely.

Without giving Akkun a chance to respond, Kazutora's already on his way to the classroom.  But would you look at this pleasant surprise. Just as he made his way up the winding steps to the upper floor, Yamagishi was walking unsuspectedly a few feet in front of him, just having come from the guys bathroom.

Kazutora's eyes darken as he notices the kids scrawny figure. He catches up to him with ease, yanking harshly on the back of his shirt, Yamagishi let's out a strangled noise of shock before falling backwards onto the ground. He takes a moment to hurriedly adjust his glasses back on his face, eyes widening in shock as he realizes just who'd caused his fall.

"Ka-kazuto-

Before he could finish Kazutora lands a hard, swift kick straight into Yamagishi's side, sending him slamming into the lockers against the wall roughly. He coughs, glasses long gone. He didn't even have time to really gather himself before Kazutora is down on top of him, landing punch after punch straight to his face. He grabs a fistful of Yamagishi's shirt, lifting him to meet his fiery gaze.

"You know that pretty girl you brought to the park the other day? The one you let go home with a black eye?" He questions, obviously already knowing the answer.

Yamagishi blinks a few times before realizing exactly who he was talking about. He confusedly stutters out your name, looking up at a blurry Kazutora.

"That's the one. I better not ever see you around her again, you hear me? Ever." Kazutora threatens menacingly.

Yamagishi is bewildered at his words but nods frantically nonetheless. He didn't realize you were already with Kazutora. Had he known you were his he'd never have asked you out. It all made sense now why you rejected him after he attempted his confession. Of course you wouldn't wanna be with him. Kazutora's everything he's not.

Kazutora releases his grip abruptly, letting Yamagishi fall to the floor like he weighed nothing, gets up, then casually makes his way out of the school building.

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You invite Kazutora to stay over at your house after walking you home, it just felt right seeing as he spent the day literally fighting for you.

You lead him inside and up to your room, placing your keys on the little key hanger by your door and lazily take off your shoes.

"Today was so boring! I don't wanna do anything else!" You blurt out loudly, running over and plopping down onto your bed. You outstretch your arms towards Kazutora, smiling sweetly.

His heart does another little tug in his chest at the way you look so cute like that. Without wasting another second he takes off his shoes and sits next to you on the edge of the bed. He watches you silently as you grab your laptop, turning it on and opening up Netflix.

"Couldn't we have watched Netflix from the TV in the living room?" He furrows his brows.

"Well we could but my mom will be home soon and I don't want her to kick you out." You explain plainly, eyes locked to the screen as you scroll through shows and movies to watch. Kazutora's face heats up. This is his first time in a girl's room, in your room. The craziest part is that you're completely unfazed, just chilling out on the bed like it's any other girl friend with you.

"O-oh..that makes sense." He chuckles nervously, fiddling with his uniform jacket.

"You can sit further on the bed, you know? You won't even be able to see the screen like that." You laugh lightly, patting the side of the bed.

He was sitting on the edge while you were fully on the bed, leaning against your pillows with the laptop resting on both of your legs. Kazutora swallows, hesitantly adjusting himself to sit directly next to you. His heart skips a beat as your arms and legs touch. What's he suppposed to do now?

"Ohhh, I love this movie! I didn't know they added it to Netflix, oh my gosh!" You beam. It was an old Dreamworks film, El Dorado. You knew the music in this movie like it was the national anthem. "Alright, I'm gonna change and then I'll start the movie." You explain, getting up from the bed and making your way to your clothing drawer.

"W-wait, you're gonna change right here?!" He stutters, looking at you as if you just grew two more arms as his cheeks turn bright pink. You giggle at his reaction, shaking your head.

"No fool, I'm gonna change in my bathroom right there. It's connected." You point at the medium sized bathroom directly in front of the bed. Kazutora let's out a mumbled "Oh" in response.

"You want something to change in? I have some of my older brother's clothes you could wear." You offer, holding up a large sized hoodie and sweatpants.

💎 3 Hours Later

The main lights in your room had been turned off about two hours ago, leaving only the cute warm fairy lights in your room on. Kazutora finally settled down after getting used to being in a girl's room, and was teetering between the dream world and reality while resting his head on your lap.

You had unintentionally learned an instant knock out trick on Kazutora, it was simply telling him to rest his head on your lap, then proceeding to gently massage his scalp with your fingertips. It was honestly adorable watching him struggle and fight so hard to stay awake, trying to watch these movies with you. The sleep was inevitable though, and soon he was completely out cold. This ends up being the most peaceful, deepest sleep he's ever experienced in his life.

Then soon you find yourself falling asleep too, making this the first time you've ever had a sleepover with a boy.

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 3.3k💠 Released Jan 10, 2024

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CHAPTER 6; SPLIT UP

Halloween time had come around pretty fast. All kinds of friend groups both guys and girls in your class were already discussing what they should do together for the holiday. Today's a Saturday night, and you were having a sleepover with the girls Asuka and Yumi in order to plan what to do this Halloween. You all were gathered in your living room, each having their own blanket as y'all huddled together on one big air mattress.

"We should go to one of those haunted houses! You know, the ones where they can grab you and things! It makes it more realistic and scary." Yumi suggested, rather randomly.

"Girl, what?!" You looked at her like she grew three more heads.

"It'll be fun! And think...you could ask Kazutora to come too! It can be like a da-

"I am not asking Kazutora on a date, Yumi." You deadpanned.

For the past few weeks of October, ever since Asuka witnessed the interaction between you and Kazutora after he fought Osanai, they've been trying to set you two up since, allegedly, 'you guys need to just date already'.

"You should! Something needs to happen with you guys! I'm beyond tired of this slow burn, idiotic nonsense." Yumi grumbled.

"Not slow burn!" You laughed out loud.

"Yeah! All of Japan knows you guys like each other at this point! I mean, what is the issue?!" She ranted, throwing her hands in the air, only making you laugh more.

"The only issue here is that y'all want us to be more than friends! We really are just-

"I swear, if you say you guys are just close friends one more time, I'm gonna shave your eyebrows off." She glared.

"Yumiiiii!" Your jaw dropped.

"Don't Yumi me! Asuka, back me up here!" She obnoxiously patted Asuka's shoulder, disturbing her 'sleep'.

Asuka opened her eyes, lazily turning her head towards you.

"It's true, the slow burn needs to stop. Hashtag stop the slow burn." She mumbled tiredly, nodding her head slowly.

"Y'all are ridiculous, you hear me?" You chuckled, "Besides, if I ask Kazutora that'll make it one guy with three other girls. It's not an even ratio." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"You gotta be freaking kidding me. Obviously we'll be inviting other guys too." Yumi facepalmed.

"Oh, so you're finally gonna talk to Harada-kun and ask him to go to this haunted house with you? As a date, since that's the type of time y'all wanna be on." You question sassily, giving Yumi all types of neck.

"I-...you know what? Yes I will. But not before you ask Kazutora out first!" She smirked, a challenging tone in her voice.

"Ok, fine! I'll call him right now; facetime him even." You shot back.

Asuka shook her head, knowing the two of you were gonna fold eventually like y'all always do.

"Do it then! I dare you!"

You grabbed your phone aggressively from the floor next to the air mattress, pursing your lips as the realization finally hit you that you were about to ask Kazutora out. Your heart started racing, thumb hovering over his name.

"Is there perhaps...some hesitation I'm seeing?" Yumi teased, snickering evilly.

"Ain't no hesitation." You rolled your eyes, getting a tiny burst of ego-driven confidence from her words, facetiming him. As your phone rang you looked up at the two of them shook. They both had the same expression, shocked that you were actually doing it. Asuka was even fully sitting up and awake at this point. After a few more seconds, Kazutora finally answered. He had a dim lamp turned on in his room, laying in bed on his back with the camera facing him. He looked so so good, and his shirt was off!

Keep it together...

"Hey Kitty." He greeted. His voice sounded much lower than usual, and a bit raspy since it was really late in the night. It was almost one in the morning so it made sense. Yumi and Asuka slapped a hand over their mouths, attempting to muffle their whispered screams as both of them swatted and slapped at your legs excitedly. "Stop stop!" You mouthed instantly, feeling your heart about to pound out of your chest.

"Hey...did I wake you up?" You asked softly, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt.

"Nah, not really. What's up?" He brushed a hand through his hair lazily, a pretty luxurious looking sight in your opinion.

"Umm.." You trailed off, forcing your body to regain the courage you previously had while bickering with Yumi. The girls both gave you thumbs up for support and reassurance, helping you a little bit. There's no need to be nervous. You're just asking to hang out with a friend, you don't need to say it's a date. Yeah, just treat it like hanging out!

"Me and the girls are all planning to do a group trip to this haunted house or whatever on Halloween. Would you wanna go too?" You asked shyly, avoiding looking down at him out of embarrassment. Whew, you did it! That's all that matters.

"You of all people wanna go to a haunted house?" He chuckled lightly, trying to mess with you.

"Aye, it wasn't my idea! But for real though, you wanna come? Yumi was saying a bigger group will make it more fun; and maybe less scary-I don't know." You shrugged.

"On Halloween? Yeah, I'll go. You're not gonna cry all over me are you?" He smirked.

"Watch it be you screaming and cryin', lookin' like a fool. You better not jump at a single thing, Mr. Gang Division Captain!"

"It's third division captain not gang division captain." He grinned, shaking his head at you.

"Same thing." You chuckled.

Yumi and Asuka were so proud of you, both of them watching you like overjoyed moms. They both whipped out their own phones, texting each other about how this'll be the perfect set up for you two to finally steer things in a more romantic direction.

Halloween Saturday 8PM

Asuka, Yumi, and you were able to form a big group for the day. Miyazaki, Hanako, and Hayashi all joined and brought along a date (unfortunately, Yumi's date got sick and couldn't make it). Kazutora also brought along a friend, some guy named Hanma, so the grand total of participants is ten. All of you met up together near the entrance of the theme park, Fuji Q Highland. It seemed everyone had the same idea of coming here this year. So many high school and even college aged folks were out here, all bringing along their significant others or coming as a group as you all were.

You had spent almost all evening into night yesterday doing your hair for today. Wanting to do a cute perm rod set, you carefully get to work on your hair as soon as you got home so that your hair would be dry by tomorrow afternoon.

Perm rod sets is one of your favorite hairstyles, as it always gives you the cutest, fluffiest look. Your hair is pretty long, stopping at nearly mid back when blow dried or straightened out. Yumi and Asuka also got their hair done after school, going straight to the hair salon for wig installs. You had helped them pick out wig styles and colors that would suit them best.

For Asuka, you choose a cute 1B/30 ombre balayage body wave wig, and for Yumi you picked out a sixteen inch middle part black wavy hair wig with neon green roots. It gave very much Billie Eilish, a look that Yumi is really into right now.

Yumi loves short hair styles, and more far out colors so it was perfect for her. They decided to go for wigs because they liked the idea of being able to change up their hair whenever they want, a mindset they acquired from you.

Your outfit for today was an all black, long sleeved jumpsuit with white air forces and gold jewelry for accessories. A Nike wind breaker with all kinds of countries flags on it was your jacket, though you were really using it as a way to kind of step up your look. You had it draped off of your shoulders cutely and about two thirds of the way zipped. You also carried a sparkly mini black backpack, opting for that instead of a purse for an amusement park setting. Kazutora's outfit funnily matched the style you chose too. Black cargo pants with a white top and an olive green bomber jacket with accents of red.

The whole day was going so well so far. Even though Yumi's date wasn't able to come, she was hitting it off pretty well with Kazutora's friend Hanma that he brought along. He was tall and seemed to love thrill seeking, taking Yumi along to do all kinds of crazy stuff together.

Due to that, it landed on Asuka to play the role of wingwoman for you, even though they both had bickered back and forth yesterday about who would be chosen to do it. She won anyways. The whole point of this was solely to get you and Kazutora closer, the bonus was that they'd be able to have fun and bring someone too. So Asuka stayed by you with her date.

Now it was around time for the haunted house walkthrough. Everyone met up near the entrance of the theme park where the line was starting to grow. As you all gathered and got in line, you heard people talking excitedly and mostly nervously about what was going to happen inside.

"I hear they're splitting large groups up!"

You overheard someone say to their own group of friends. It was all guys, six of them. Your once cheerful and excited expression fell instantly.

"Aye Yumi. Didn't you say the bigger the group the better for the haunted house?" You inquired, your expression not matching your voice at all. "Yeah! That's what I heard." She nodded.

"Well how come I just heard someone talkin' bout they're splitting people up?" You tilted your head to the side.

"What? You scared about that or somethin'?"Hanma teased, smirking devilishly.

"It's not about being scared! It's about bein' black! Black folk don't split up! That's white people type shit!" You exclaimed. Everyone laughed.

"Don't you know in horror movies when groups split up they always die?" Miyazaki added, looking towards Hanma.

"It's fine if we split up, we're an even number." Kazutora assured you with a light chuckle, placing his arm over your shoulder. Yumi and Asuka both smirked at each other.

"Naaaaaah! That's the exact type of mindset that gets you killed in horror movies." You shook your head.

Your two friends held a telepathic conversation with each other, tuning out of what the rest of you were talking about.

Asuka: We need to utilize this whole group splitting thing.

Yumi: I lied, by the way. I knew they split groups into four already. Four'll be perfect.

Asuka: You dirty devil! Ok, who's gonna go with who?

Yumi: So there's ten of us. Miyazaki and Hayashi are obviously gonna go in together since they don't have dates. And then Hanako and her date can be with them. I can stay with Hanma and Kazutora. That'll make four. And then you and your date can have some alone time.

The two girls snickered in hush tones, coming to an agreement about their plan. You all made it towards the front, actors were out scaring people in the line to set the creepy mood. Eerie music played from speakers, and the sounds of distant screams filled the air. Your group was split in the way Asuka and Yumi planned, leaving you with Hanma, Kazutora, and Yumi.

The entrance into the haunted labyrinth was pitch black, freaking both you and Yumi out instantly.

"Guys, I can't see not a thing! I don't know about this." You murmured softly. Suddenly, Yumi bumped into you from the right, making you jump. "AAAAAAH!" You screamed, making her scream right along with you. The both of you grabbed onto the guys, you wrapping your arms around Kazutora's arm while Yumi gripped Hanma's jacket from the back. "Girl! What are you doing?! You can't be playin' around like that!" You scolded out into the air since you couldn't even see her.

"I'm sorry, I lost my balance for a second!" She quivered in a meek voice.

"It hasn't even been five minutes and you guys are already freakin' the fuck out." Hanma shook his head.

"Shut up!" You both said at the same time.

Suddenly, a hissing sound of steam came from behind you all. This time you made Kazutora jump too due to the way you pulled on him. The sound of someone laughing maniacally to themselves filled the air. You and Yumi both squealed. There was no light, no signs, no nothing. Just noises and you two girls making each other jump by constantly bumping into one another.

Finally you guys made a right turn, then stopped as it lead to a long corridor. The dimmest of lights showed the way. Blood splatters scattered the dirty floor, and the ambient eerie music was long gone, leaving it completely silent...like dead silent. "Wai-wait a minute y'all...." You said anxiously, not liking the looks of the hallway. Something wasn't feeling right. Yumi and Hanma continued on forward, lowkey leaving y'all behind. "Come on." Kazutora urged quietly, starting to cautiously walk forward. You let out an uncomfortable hum.

An abrupt and loud triple banging sound like metal against metal coming from behind scared you all at the same time. Then, the sound of heavy boots also running from behind was all it took to have y'all scrambling out of there like back in the day Looney Tunes characters.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Yumi let out the longest and loudest scream you've ever heard, practically floating down the hallway since she could barely keep up with Hanma's long strides. You went from holding onto Kazutora's arm to just holding hands as he lead you through the corridor. Your heart was pumping fast, a wild mix of fear and slight excitement coursing through you.

"AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The person from behind laughed, only fueling your legs to move faster. The hallway felt like an eternity to run through. Finally as you reached the end y'all all scrambled into a small room.

"I can't...y'all, I can't." You huffed, no longer able to maintain speaking in Japanese. This damn haunted hospital, labyrinth-whatever the hell don' knocked the Japanese outta you! You noticed that Yumi had herself snuggled up close into Hanma's side, his right arm wrapped around her by her shoulders keeping her tight next to him.

"Oop..." You whispered to yourself, keeping a mental note of what was possibly going on between them. You weren't really with them during the day so you hadn't seen anything with them until now. You lowkey shipped it so far, their height difference was so adorable. You all proceeded forward after catching your breath. It was another dark room, nearly pitch black with hospital furniture all over the place.

"Oh Jesus!" You hollered, squeezing Kazutora's hand subconsciously as the sound of a desk scraping against the floor startled you.

"My bad." Hanma snickered. He had allegedly 'bumped' into one of the desks causing it to move and make that creepy ass noise.

He definitely did that on purpose...

As your group exited the room, you entered a short hallway that lead to multiple flights of uneven steps, all spiraling so you couldn't see what was ahead. It was so dark though it didn't matter, you wouldn't be able to see regardless. Old looking posters of skull charts and spinal chords adorned the walls, torn and tinted a faint brownish yellow.

The boys helped you both make your way up the stairs, you almost fell about four times before reaching the end. Now there was another room, much larger than the last, with clear hospital curtains at the entrance.

"I don't like the looks of this one..." Yumi whined. Neither did you to be honest. It looked like a surgical room. It was still completely quiet, nothing but the mixed sound of whimpers and breathing coming from the four of you, mainly you and Yumi. A few whitish blue shaded lights helped light the way for you all, showcasing what was all over the room. You were exactly right, there was surgical equipment laid out on tables, some of them bloody. Bodies covered by light blue drapes laid on two tables.

Walking straight you came to an opening.

"Oh my gosh y'all, it's multiple ways we can go." You mutter in a defeated, fearful tone. It lead to a hall, truly like a hospital, leading to the right or left, nothing straight except for a front desk looking area. To the right had more curtains some fully closed and some open while the left was just pitch black. "Which way should we goooo?" Hanma asked in a fake spooky tone. He was having a little too much fun up in here.

"Clearly not the pitch black ass way." You shot back sassily, pulling on Kazutora's hand to take the lead in front of Yumi and Hanma. Yumi agreed with you, nodding her head frantically. "Yeah, the light is always safer." She murmured.

"Nah nah! Let's go the dark way!" Kazutora beamed, pulling you back. He sounded so excited, just like Hanma.

"Let's do what?!" You looked at him like he just grew two more sets of eyes.

"Heehee, that's the spirit! C'mon." Hanma grinned, leading Yumi into the literal darkness. You frowned, huddling up close to Kazutora, using your free hand to grip onto his bomber jacket while the other still held his hand. You walked down the dark hall, entering some room that would eventually lead to another right or left way split like the previous one.

Suddenly, out of everywhere you've been this spot was different. There were sounds, lots of subtle but clean cut sounds that freaked you the hell out. Clanging, squeaking, shuffling, all those quiet yet eerie noises surrounded the four of you. Then, a bit ahead of you to the left, was a figure. Someone in a wheel chair, just barely moving towards y'all.

"What the fuck is goin' on?" You asked aggressively. When you were scared you lowkey got aggressive, it was just a thing for you, your own personal coping mechanism. Everyone stopped moving, Hanma made spooky "Oooo" sounds. In a much slower pace, y'all continued on, keeping your eyes on whoever or whatever was in the wheelchair.

"You better not do anything stupid! This guy's tall and he'll beat your ass! His friend will too!" Yumi shouted anxiously, her voice cracking here and there as she spoke. "Right! They both got mad hands!" You said back with a self-assuring nod. The boys both chuckled pridefully at the two of you. Out of nowhere, the sensation of something warm, damp, and furry dragged across your ankle in the area where your jumpsuit ended, a little bit of skin making contact with whatever was touching you.

"It's a rat!" You screamed, jumping backwards, letting go of Kazutora in the process. This made everyone jump in response. The person in the wheelchair took it as the perfect opportunity and quickly hopped to their feet. They screamed loudly, tilting their head side to side as if analyzing you, only making you scream again.

You all scattered, trying to get away from the creepy person all blood stained in that nasty looking hospital gown. Yumi, Hanma, and Kazutora all ran down the hall and to the right, while you were forced by the way the 'patient' chased you to go to the room to the left. Frantically you swatted in front of you, making sure not to bump into anything while you continued running. You kept going until you felt like you weren't being chased anymore.

Looking side to side and ahead of you seeing absolutely nothing but black petrified you. Wherever you were was completely silent like before, not a single sound except your soft panting.

"Yu-Yumi...?" You called out barely above a whisper. There was nothing in response.

"Yumi?!" You whisper-yelled a bit more forcefully, starting to get more worried as there was still no response.

"K? ....Kazutora?!" You paused, waiting to maybe hear one of them answer. "Oh my fuckin' god..." You murmur, the realization finally sinking in that you were indeed by yourself currently in this labyrinth. Your hands raised to your chest, clinching onto your thin gold chain necklace you had on. Not feeling comfortable standing still you decided to walk forward. Maybe you'll find them somewhere on the way out?

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