#yandere akashi

[animeyanderelover]

Hiii love your work! Can I request Akashi, Murasakibura, Himuro, and Kuroko with a darling that doesn’t like pretty boys?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, blackmailing, isolation

I don’t like pretty boys

Tetsuya Kuroko

👤If you would have called him a pretty boy in literally every other situation, Kuroko would have been over the moon. You have to consider that he is often overlooked due to his natural talent to just not be noticed by people even if he is standing right next to them. Instead you decide to go straight for his feelings by telling him that you have no interest in pretty boys like him. You might as well have just punched him in his gut and it would have probably hurt less than your instant rejection. You didn't even give him a chance... Tetsuya doesn't even try to say anything back as he instead quietly leaves the scene. He is visibly gloomy for the rest of the day though and has never been more glad that people don't notice him as he just needs some time for himself to work through his pain. He feels unfairly treated as you just judged him only based on his looks without considering his personality. He's sure that if you were to know him better, you would realise that too.

👤​Then again, he has spent more time stalking you and following you around than actually spending time with you in person. Maybe that is where the problem lies? He spends the next few days trying to gather the courage to approach you again but he always gets cold feet as there is always this clench of his heart when he tries to do so, scared that you will send him away again. Plans are made during those days where Kuroko follows you around, observes you and thinks about what the best way is to face you once again. He knows your routine by heart as he waits for you in the places he knows you will stop by eventually. Kuroko isn't the most social person by a long shot but he thinks that maybe that is the problem right now. You just haven't gotten the chance to know him well enough which is why you made this unfair assumption about him. Hopefully he will be able to change your mind because if you reject him once more, he might get a bit desperate.

Atsushi Murasakibara

🍭​I don't think he has ever given it much consideration that he would be considered quite good-looking by many others. So you can probably imagine his major confusion when you tell him very clearly that you aren't into pretty boys like him. Are you confusing him with Himuro right now? Because his friend is usually the one who is considered the pretty boy in the team. Don't worry though, you won't hurt his feelings in the slightest bit with your rejection. Because Atsushi just decides to ignore it as if it never happened in the first place. Ignorance is apparently really bliss after all. He genuinely doesn't understand what your problem is with him and because he can't understand he just brushes it off as something not important and continues to seek you out. So there you have him, a giant man who is acting like a giant baby as you decide to vehemently avoid him whenever he approaches you. Murasakibara is just as persistent though as he chases you around whenever you try to disappear.

🍭​He eventually starts to feel irritated as well as frustrated with your behavior. Why are you being so difficult? He just wants to spend his time with you. The lack of attention and care you decide to give him really upsets him to the point where he becomes uncooperative in other aspects of his life as he isn't in the mood and doesn't see the meaning behind it if you aren't around. He starts getting desperate pretty soon and attempts to somehow get your attention back on him. From following you around whilst whining like a spoiled child to trying to bribe you with his candy. It is all annoying and exhausting for you, at least until his thinning patience finally snaps and he starts getting angry with your difficult attitude. That's when he starts being physically forceful as he drags you around with him or just lifts you up as if you are a toy and carries you to a place where he can be alone with you. He even starts scaring your friends as he starts feeling very jealous that you ignore him but pay so much attention to them.

Seijuro Akashi

🏆​You're playing a very dangerous game by telling him just like that to his face that you have little to no interest in a pretty boy like him. Especially if you two are around people you can probably audibly hear the crowd around you gasping for air as you reject him as quick as you do. Even Akashi didn't expect this and for a while he is genuinely baffled as he stares at you with a surprised look. This shock quickly dies down though as he regains his composure. He feels genuinely offended which is a first for him as no one has ever dared to greatly disrespect him due to his influence and the fact that most people are at least a bit afraid of him. He lets you get away with it though. For now at least. There is only the slightest twitch of his eyebrow and the displeased glint in his eyes that gives you the chills for a short moment before it all disappears behind a neutral look he puts on. He'll ignore this for now but it isn't very nice to just judge him based on his physical appearance.

🏆​A tiny part of him still manages to feel amused by your proclamation as it is usually his appearance that earns him adoration from fans. It's almost nice that you don't fall into the same category of all of his fans but that doesn't mean that you can just reduce him to a mere pretty boy and be done with. If you do that with others, he doesn't care but don't you dare do it with him. He is much more than just a handsome face and if you allow him to prove that to you, you would do the both of you a favor. You are going to spend an increased amount of time with him from that day on and if you don't want to do it by your own free will, Seijuro can simply arrange a thing or two behind your back. Mind you, he is being considerate right because despite the manipulation he uses to influence your own life, he is still allowing you the choice of freely choosing to get to know him better. If you decide to remain stubborn until the bitter end though, he may have to show you why people are so scared of him.

Tatsuya Himuro

◾​Himuro is the definition of a pretty boy and he is absolutely adored by all of his fans who send him love letters all of the time. Perhaps he can understand your sentience somewhere as he is aware of the bad image people as attractive as him tend to have. Putting all of this aside he is definitely not very appreciative that you tossed him aside by merely judging his looks because he is not like you imagine him to be. Tatsuya has his pride and you damaged that by throwing him out without giving him the chance to even allow him to get closer to you. That is definitely a tough pill to swallow but Himuro won't give up that easily. Now his own pride is on the line which makes him even more determined because he won't allow you to just think of him in a bad light without even getting to know him properly. Have you ever considered that your way of judging people might be quite shallow? God, does he turn more arrogant after your rejection as he starts harshly judging the people you choose to hang out with instead.

◾​Despite all of the brooding emotions he doesn't let anyone else know about how he is feeling. His sole focus is on you know after all as he is determined to change your mind about him. Himuro does opt for the more reasonable route at first as he tries to interact more with you and to show you that he is more than what you think of him. If you still choose to be ignorant, he starts getting more manipulative in return. He will start guilt-tripping you then in an attempt to make you feel bad for treating him the way you do. Don't you feel bad for judging him so quickly without even knowing him? Tatsuya will even infiltrate the circle of people you spend your time with to pressure you even more by using them. The charm that you despise works on others quite well after all and whilst he feels a tad bit guilty for using your own friends against you, you aren't exactly nice either for just ignoring him only because he happens to be physically attractive either. Let's just try to get along and give him a chance , okay?

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[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

The Loathing.

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Yandere! Seijuro Akashi x Fem! Reader x Daiki Aomine.

Warnings: Yandere themes, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, degradation, humiliation.

Summary: Akashi and Aomine are aware that they like the same person, much to Akashi's dismay; Aomine makes the first move, unaware of how far Akashi's willing to go to get what he wants.

W/C: 1.9k+

Everyone was shocked at first, how was it possible that someone was able to tame Daiki Aomine? But as time progressed, girls especially, would constantly whisper about how you wouldn’t last, how sooner or later, you would just end up like the other girls, thrown away, forgotten. Nothing mattered, not how he started going to practice because you insisted, how he actually started to get his grades up, or even treated Momoi better than how he usually does.

It was hard at first, to get past the jealousy of the many girls who wanted him, but you were able to ignore them with the help of your boyfriend; another reason why they thought he was just faking it, Daiki Aomine, a supportive boyfriend? No way. The only one who fully supported your relationship was Momoi who also offered unwavering support, though unknowingly to you, there was one person who deeply despised your relationship, their hate far outweighing anybody else’s.

Seijuro Akashi.

He loathed Daiki Aomine. How dare he, a former teammate, friend, date you while knowing he harbored feelings for you. Akashi had never wanted to ruin someone so badly, he wanted to ruin his reputation, his name, title, he wanted to ruin everything for him, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t stop until Aomine was on the ground, begging for forgiveness, desperately crawling to move forward.

Akashi won’t stop until he stays down.

~.~

“I’m not sure about this.” You quietly speak in Aomine’s ear, the sound of the loud music muffling your voice to anybody else. “Don’t worry, no one will come looking for us.” He nonchalantly replies, having you reconsider. He’s probably right, after all, the party is being held downstairs, the music so loud the walls shake, and with so many guests around, nobody would notice two gone. “… Okay.” You nervously agree.

~.~

Akashi walks through the sea of people with an irritated look on his face, continuing to look for you to no avail. That’s the only reason he’d ever be in such a repulsive environment, but to think you’d actually come to a party like this, pairs and even groups of people sucking each other’s faces in every corner, people dancing in provocative manners, others nearly humping each other, the music just about to blow people’s eardrums with the stench of alcohol reaching every inch of the house, the things he does for you…

It’s nice to know he came all the way to such a revolting place for nothing, maybe his intel was wrong, no, it’s never been wrong. He moves towards the stairs and takes them to the second floor where it’s less agitated, instantly feeling a small sense of relief with how much more spacious it is compared to the first floor. He walks along the halls still in search for you, passing by a few doors and even fewer people, reaching the end of the hall.

With a small frustrated sigh, he turns on his heels and retraces his steps to the stairs but stops abruptly. He slowly turns his head towards the door on his right with a confused expression and stares for a moment. Did he just… hear you? It was so small he could’ve imagined it, but he knows that if he actually heard something, it has to be you, he would never mistaken your voice. He slowly approaches the door and carefully places his ear against, his fingers gently pressing on the wood.

He listens intently only to hear nothing in return, the music far too loud for him. He closes his eyes and creases his brows, focusing on whatever he might’ve heard, this time hearing something for sure, but still too low to make out what it is, the speakers from downstairs drowning out nearly every sound. Akashi moves to stand straight and places a hand on the doorknob, turning it quietly despite the loud music being able to muffle any click of it.

He slowly pushes the door open just a creek, barely enough for him to peek inside, and when he does; his eyes widen at the scene before him, his chest clenching unbearably tight, an empty pit in his stomach quickly forming and gripping the doorknob so tightly his hand shakes, almost downright shattering it while his body fills with an almost intoxicating amount of rage, feeling how his body burns at the sight.

How dare you, how dare you let Daiki Aomine defile you, and moan like a wanton whore while a brute uses your body in such an unruly and vulgar manner. The sickening sight makes him want to vomit, you; splayed on your back with Aomine crushing you under his massive weight while you hold onto him as if your life depended on it, both of your heads thrown back moaning without a care, fucking like animals.

He’s ruined you, Aomine just had to steal your innocence, in such a foul place, in such a barbaric manner, how dare you let someone treat you in such ways. Akashi had you on a pedestal, he could’ve treated you so much better, he could’ve worshipped you, yet you had to stop so low for someone like him, did you not have a single shred of dignity? How heinous. You’re wasted now. If you wanted to be treated like a whore, fine then, so be it.

Another loud moan leaves your mouth, your eyes squinting open a fraction while your mouth continues to hang open, noticing a frightening sight for a split second before a harsh thrust is given to the soft spot hidden in your soaked walls, having you letting out a scream and closing your eyes in the process. “Found it.” Aomine cockily comments, looking down at your trembling form, maintaining his front pressed against yours.

“Stop! Stop!” You shout and he quickly halts his movements. “What’s wrong?” He asks with clear concern, worried he did something wrong but only sees you staring at a closed door. “I… I saw someone.” You pant, out of breath from his relentless pace. “There’s no one there.” He looks back at you, but you can’t shake the split sight of someone staring at you with such rage, the way the intensity of their gaze had your heart and stomach clenching.

“No one’s there… relax.” He places wet kisses along your neck, slowly starting to move against you again, the feeling of his tip pressing into your cervix with such ease making you forget of your worries with a moan and your eyes rolling to the back of your head at how his girth stretches you beyond your limit, fat balls pressed tightly against you while you mentally thank how gentle he was the first few minutes to let you adjust to him.

“Love you… so… much.” He presses kisses on your skin in between the sentence. “Ah- I-” You let out broken moans, being past your limit as he starts to pick up his pace, letting out a small laugh at how easily he’s fucked you stupid, after all, this is all new to you. In no time, he sets the same punishing pace of hammering into you with the loud sound of skin slapping on skin, your wet juices leaking and your screams filling the room.

The wet plaps of his thrusts echo in the room as he holds you in a mating press, his eyes squeezed shut with a pleased look on his face, feeling how you hold onto his back with shaking hands, drops of sweat starting to form on your bodies. “I- I- I’M GONNA-!” You shout before he feels you releasing a thick stream of liquid soaking his pelvis with your insides squeezing him unbearably tight, triggering his own orgasm.

Slamming himself into you a last time, he holds himself as deep as he can, feeling how your release trails down to his thighs and his heavy clenching balls that press against you, emptying them into you and flooding your insides. He quietly holds you for a moment, letting you catch your breaths before pulling out his softened length, watching how his thick cum leaks out of you with a whine leaving your lips at the odd feeling.

You lay motionlessly as he gently wipes you clean, taking care of you before cleaning himself. You hear the quiet shuffling of clothes and feel how he helps put your clothes back on after a few minutes, having already dressed himself as well. Finally, he holds you in a tight hug at the foot of the unknown bed, embracing you tightly and placing a kiss on your temple. “Love you.” He murmurs against your skin. “I love you too.” You kiss him back.

He releases you from his arms and gently holds your hand in his larger one with a relaxed smile, walking behind you to the door with his eyes glued to you, your heart falling out of your chest as soon as you open it. Laughs start to fill your ears with various phones pointed at you as a deep hollow feeling starts to form in your stomach, looking like a deer caught in headlights with a massive crowd of people surrounding the doorway.

Your frozen stiff body refuses to let you move until you feel Aomine’s hand leaving you, snapping you back to reality and getting you to run from the embarrassing scene with the laughs growing louder behind you. Stopping outside the house with tears in your eyes, you notice a familiar face approaching and instantly run to him, throwing your arms around him and crying. “What’s wrong?” Akashi innocently asks.

“It’s Aomine, he- he got the people in the party to listen to us-” You pull away from the hug to explain while sobbing, interrupting yourself from finishing your sentence. “It’s alright.” He tries to console, rubbing the sides of your arms with his hands. “No it’s not! I’m the school’s joke now! I can’t go back like this.” You cry. “… Transfer to my school.” He blatantly says. “What?” You wipe your tears away. “Transfer to my school.” He repeats.

“… Nobody knows you there. You’ll be far more comfortable with me.” He suggests with a relaxed expression. You nod with a sniffle and place your arms around him again, having him hugging you back once again. This wasn’t part of the plan, initially; his only intention was to humiliate you, but was he glad that he accidentally spilled his drink on the speakers. He knew that you and Aomine would be so entranced in your horrid activities that you wouldn’t notice the sudden silence, outside of your own brawl of course.

After that, all he had to do was exit the house and walk back as if he was just getting to the party which you’d be too preoccupied to wonder what he was doing there. Understandably, he’s still upset at your betrayal, but he can’t stay mad at you for long, after all, you’re his queen. Sure you’re a bit confused right now, but soon enough he’ll have you back in line and you’ll be his perfect pristine queen again.

Akashi holds you in his arms in contentment, smiling softly at the path that lies ahead only to be interrupted by thumping coming from not too far behind you. He looks over to see Aomine standing at the doorway of the house where you committed that sinful act with him and stares at his fearful expression at the sight before him; you in front of the arms of not just another man, but Seijuro Akashi. Akashi gives a last pride-filled look at Aomine and turns away from him.

“Come, let’s leave.” He keeps an arm behind you around your back and walks you away from the man who corrupted you, being sure that he’s left him down in the dirt as he wanted.

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[iamfandomtrashandimproud]

*Y/N meeting the Akashis for the first time*

Senju: You look just like the wooden carvings Haru-nii made of you!

Y/N: *looks at the walls, horrified to see it decorated with carvings of her/his image* 😨

Takeomi: He has a knife.

#Tokyo revengers #yandere Tokyo revengers #akashi senju #akashi takeomi #sanzu haruchiyo #yandere sanzu #yandere sanzu haruchiyo #yandere Tokyo revengers x reader #source: fish hooks

[nexa00x]

TR Characters Who Would Betray You, Even If They Don't Seem It Like It

• Emma- Canonically she almost betrayed Draken by trying to make him jealous. But I would let it go, after all she was neglected, and in a desperate attempt she almost betrayed him. Take good care of her and you will have a faithful Emma.

• Ran- He would cheat on you with half the world, in adolescence and in adulthood. In adult life his betrayals would double, he would cheat on you with secretaries, and strippers. He is charismatic, and canonically confirmed by the character book, he likes to appear charismatic. His charisma would obviously win over hundreds of thousands of girls, so yes, he had cheated on you and would still mock you if he was found out.

• Sanzu- If he wasn't madly obsessed with you, he would cheat on you. He's loyal to Mikey, not you. Depending on who you are, you may or may not leave this list (is in second place for worst boyfriend).

• Takemichi- I don't even need to say anything, right?!

• Shinichiro- Segundo testes, pessoas feias (no universo dele ele é feio, então) são mais propensas a trapacear, pois nunca sabem quando terão outra oportunidade. Como ele e Takemichi são parecidos, e Takemichi nunca hesitou em trair Hina, acho que Shinichiro também seria assim. Se você passasse um certo tempo sem revelar seu 🌸 para ele, ele obviamente seria persuadido pelos amigos a ir a um cabaré. Wakasa seria o primeiro a aceitar.

• Wakasa- Carefree, lives in bars and cabarets. After finding a girlfriend, he would try to jump the fence at least once. He certainly wouldn't mind too much if you found out. He would make some jokes and mockery, but I feel like deep down he would care. But I question myself a little, mainly because in the character's book he is the 2nd character who needs a companion.

• Hanma- Ele nunca namoraria, pulava de relacionamento em relacionamento porque os considerava chatos. Se você acha que ele se apegaria a uma pessoa gentil, cuidadosa, calma e blá, blá, blá... Você se engana. Ele ficaria entediado facilmente com pessoas assim e rapidamente as trairia. Ele teria preguiça de terminar e deixar você fazer isso. Agora, ele se apaixonaria 100% perdidamente por uma pessoa louca e enérgica, uma pessoa maquiavélica. Vejo ele se dando bem com personagens como Hutao, Yae Miko de Genshin Impact, Nanno de The Girl Outside, Sparkle de Honkai Star Rail, Dazai Osamu e outros. Mas mesmo perto de pessoas assim, pessoas que curariam seu tédio, ele as trairia.

• Takeomi- He would betray you, blame you or come up with a really bad excuse. He would regret it and be on your case trying to get your forgiveness, but that's only if he really liked you.

• Taiju- I won't say much about him, he may or may not betray you in the final timeline. But in the bad timeline, he would definitely cheat on you. He would be super possessive, he would hit you if anything was wrong... basically you would live the life of Hakkai and Yuzuha, but worse, and if he were obsessed with you it would literally be worse than hell.

• Manjiro- I already talked about him

• Izana- He would betray you for stupid reasons like jealousy or he would just betray you... And if you did the same he would definitely be beating you or even killing you. If he was obsessed with you or had a great implicit emotional dependence (his feelings are very implicit) he would punish you and lock you up. But he would cheat on you easily, and he is also in 1st place in the character book as worst boyfriend. he was a terrible brother, a terrible friend and my god... The jealousy he felt for Shinichiro for something simple, imagine dating like seriously!

• Kazutora- He's on the list of worst boyfriends too, he would neglect you and treat you like his friend more than a boyfriend. Furthermore, he would have meltdowns and anxiety attacks and blame his betrayals on Mikey (kidding) you. yes, he would blame you for everything and yes...it would be a toxic relationship.

• Smiley(Nahoya): in last place on the worst list; He is literally the opposite of what he appears to be, if he appears to be good, he is bad. in last place on the list of worst boyfriends, not to mention the information we received in the manga that he wanted to have straight hair and hid his liking for anime just to be popular. so just like takemichi who is an angel next to this devil didn't hesitate to cheat on his girlfriend obviously to Nahoya, any opportunity wouldn't be thrown away by him. He would probably laugh in your face, but if he really cared his smile would disappear and he would try to apologize, but since he doesn't do that very often he would end up messing up.

• Shion- I don't need to say anything again, never that this being would be loving, romantic, or affectionate. He would betray you straight through. I imagine him picking up a girl in front of you, and if you were to fight him, he would just insult you and belittle you. He's a son of a bitch. (By the way, I'm thinking about drawing him trying to be romantic, what do you think?)

I based it on canonical information from the character book and the manga itself. I would have included anime scenes that matched their reaction or panels from the manga that proved my theses but I got a headache browsing for so long, so I'm sorry. I also put some of my intuition here.

#shuji hanma #haitani ran #kazutora hanemiya #tokrev x reader #manjiro sano #izana kurokawa #wakasa imaushi #yandere izana x reader #shion madarame #shinichiro sano #taiju shiba #takeomi akashi #nahoya kawata #hanagaki takemichi #emma sano #haruchiyo sanzu

[skelliko]

Sanzu Haruchiyo |°- yandere sanzu stalking you

• his stalking started off small and tame, but over time his mind began to get corrupted and caused his brain to go overboard and think that the both of you are in a relationship that you just don't know about.

• when your presence is around him hes quiet and tries to make himself almost unseen by not even looking at you, but when you're far from him his eyes are always on you as if you have a red arrow above your head that only sanzu can see

• he knows a lot of things about you despite only ever exchanging very few words maybe once or twice.

• he knows the basics such as your birthday and what your hobbies are but then it gets a little more concerning cause he also knows where you live and with who and he's gained all this information in his own way with no ones else's help, he also knows which window is to your bedroom.

• he's made a list of all the things he knows about you that way he can keep track of it all and he looks back at it almost daily making it to be engraved into his mind. though he also has another list of things that hes guessed about you, he guesses issues that you may have from certain traits that you expose and he also guesses others things that he hasn't been able to be informed on but he links those guesses from the first list.

• has quite a bit of photos stored on his phone, any chance he gets of capturing your beauty he takes a picture of the scene. he occasionally looks back on those photos and when he realises that a photo came out blurry he gets irritated because he can't go back and re-do it, but he still keeps it and doesn't delete it because it's still a memory to have.

• whenever he just so happens to walk past your house he stands back and tries to see if he can subtly see anyone through the window and he mainly hopes that it's you, but seeing a parent or a sibling isn't all that bad because then he pays attention on if there's any similarities.

• if you live in an apartment instead of a house he'd do the same thing with the window watching but he'd also occasionally walk up to your door and press his ear against it to see if he can hear any voices. depending on how big or small the apartment is then depends on how thin or thick the walls are and half the time you can hear anyone's voice or thud.

• when you're out shopping for perfume, skin care, shampoo/conditioner or anything that may leave a certain scent on you sanzu gets the same thing. he uses the same hair products as you and occasionally sprays the same perfume as you on a piece of clothing that he then sniffs pretending that the shirt is yours.

• he doesn't try to purposely follow you around, but when he unintentionally sees you in public all of his thoughts disappear and instead he chooses to just briefly see where your going. a brief moment then turns into straight up stalking like a big cat and it's prey, all the way until you get home.

• though when he does accidentally see you out in public, even if you're with someone else, sanzu gets so delusional that cause of his messed up mind he convinces himself that you're madly in love with him and that you're also stalking him in return, tho that is far from the true reality. due to this he always feels a rush of warmth thinking that your following him and he makes it out to be a one sided competition to indicate that he can do and love so much more than you can.

• any person that you come in contact with that he considers to be a threat to your 'relationship' he sabotages by spreading around fake rumours about yourself or the person so that the both of you would cut contact

• whenever he gets a dream about you he believes it to be some sort of sign, either a bad or good one. if it's considered to be a bad dream then he gets pissed off at you and makes your week to be miserable in any way he can think of. but after that week he goes back to treating you how he did before, still with a few bad intentions until he can fully get over it because he's that dramatic but it's calmed down a little.

• he sticks 'sweet' little notes on your window at night, but sometimes when you do something that he didn't like he turns those notes as threats

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#not my favourite of works but its whatever #just something small i had in my mind #tokyo revengers #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo x reader #sanzu stalker #yandere #yandere sanzu #Tokyo revengers yandere

[shaisuki]

ADDICTION

|| the second entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── bonten! sanzu, murder, talks about torture, noncon, implied kidnapping, drugs , dark themes, yandere themes

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ when colored pills doesn't give him the high he needed, sanzu finds a new addiction, it's better than ecstasies.

the gunshot seem to frighten you. i apologize for that. in line of my "business" it is my job to keep the empire mikey had built to flourish. these traitors are not the worth of the name bonten and those who are without use should perish.

it's also to serve a warning to you. never run away from me.

i have no intention of harming you, let alone scare you. it's only a reminder that you can never escape from me, even you run to the ends of the world, i will follow you.

shed the blood of those who dares to look at you. serve their head in a platter. cut every finger who dares to lay their hands on you. rip their limbs apart one by one and not even death could escape their fate from my hands.

why are you crying? you don't like that? silly girl. it's a punishment for them who can't understand that you belong to me. what? can you repeat that? you don't want me nor anything of this?

you got no choice. you've bewitched me. got me high of my feelings that i didn't know i was capable of doing so. you've made me addicted to the sensation of your skin in mine. your voice like bells in my ears. no drugs could make me feel like the way you do.

you're the most potent drug that i could take. intoxicating me with your light that flows in my veins and gives me euphoria reaching in my brain. you're the medicine in my pain.

sometimes you're also the cause of the aches in my body. you never really learn do you? what got you shaking? the body drops as i pull the trigger on his head. blood pooling at those empty head of this incompetent fool to never let you out of sight when i'm dealing with mikey.

this is a warning. don't test me. although, i vowed myself to never harm you—you need to be taught a lesson. nobody messes with me, no one.

ssh. don't cry. this is all your fault. you're going to take whatever i give to you. fuck! i might lose control of myself whenever those tiny whimpers leave your mouth as i pressed my lips to your heated skin. be a good girl. all i want for you is to submit to me.

tears won't work on me darling, i've seen plenty of it. from the men who for me to spare their useless lives with a gun in my hand. it would be no different to you. you're mine to begin with. i own you.

a blissful sigh escaping from my lips as i inhale your scent. such beautiful hair you have. such bounty you have for yourself and it's mine to exploit.

the straps of your nightgown falling down to your round shoulders the more my lips move to feel of your skin. this would be your life with me as i clothe you with the most luxurious clothes i can provide for you. money ain't a problem for me. i have lots of them.

your body trembles as i touch you. i won't harm you, i told you. think of this as a lesson while you think of escaping me again. there's no escape in my grasps. as much i hate to force you, this is your punishment for making me angry. if you weren't my precious little things—i would have killed you.

we won't like that don't we? stay still. it would be easy for me to take you or else it would hurt. never been a problem for me to put down people like you.

that's it. you weren't that stubborn when i'm putting you in your place. that's right. the sight of you sinking in the sheets with your hands gripping the sheet while you brace yourself for me to take you. your plump ass raised to serve me.

eyes rolling as i sink to your warm pussy. engulfing me in such warmth that got me hooked, wishing forever to be inside you and now we are as one. connected to fulfill our desires and to feed my addiction.

i hope you learned your lesson with this one or else i'll be doing it until it get through your thick skin. i won't get tired of it nor will i ever stop.

this is what addiction to you feels like. a neverending rush of euphoria.

#ʚ•ɞ. shai writes #chubby reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #yandere x reader

[rinrinx2]

"All mine"

Sanzu Haruchiyo x reader

Summary: You want to leave him when he least expects it but he already does.

Warnings: Nudity, abuse mentions, mature themes, mentions of smut, yandere themes

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You took deep shallow breaths keeping your eyes shut, as you lied on your back next to your lover as he lay fast asleep.

You could feel the beads of sweat that lay in the valley between your breast, a reminder of the strenuous love making you had with Sanzu.

This was your plan, to get Sanzu as tired as possible so you could complete your goal, and what better way to make a man tired then by having him drill his cock into you over and over again.

Of course Sanzu wouldn't say no to such request, especially when you had yourself splayed on the white silky sheets in nothing but your lace panties and only your arms to cover your breast that were already spilling, they were practically screaming for Sanzu to come and take them into his mouth.

When Sanzu had seen the display of you lying there mouth agape with lust filled eyes, he didn't waste a minute to start undressing himself.

"All this for me?" He asked rhetorically as he began to unbutton his shirt.

You watched him with an intense gaze of want, trying to make him speed his actions of undressing.

When he had finally got his shirt off and began unzipping his pants is when you started the real show, moving your arms from your breast allowing them to be out in the cool air which caused your nipples to pebble. Carefully pushing your panties to the side slipping the tips of your fingers into your arousal as the other hand went to your mouth allowing your tongue to slide over the digits.

"Please Sanzu Hurry" you moaned seductively, trying your best to have him as aroused as possible.

And your attempt had worked, when Sanzu had finally freed his straining member from his slacks it stood erect and hard pushing against his lower abdomen little droplets of precum spilling out already dripping down.

"Ready for me Princess"? Sanzu asked with a smirk as he slightly palmed his member as he approached your figure lying on the bed.

He took you in every position imaginable. From having you in missionary to the mating press. Never stopping not even to catch his breath, lost on the sea of pleasure that was coming from your slick arousal sucking him in deeper squeezing him with every thrust in.

"God, your pussy has a vice grip" he said as he had you on your hands and knees while he fucked you senseless from behind.

Sanzu final orgasm hit him when he had you on your side, slowly pulling out of you with a groan as he rolled over to his side of the bed, closing his eyes not saying a single word as he fell asleep.

And now here you were at exactly 01:05 am, you had opened your eyes quickly to steal a glance at the clock on that stood on the vanity.

Ready to stand up and leave him, to leave Sanzu.

You had to do this, you knew it was for the best. Sanzu's love was to much it suffocated you.

The Sanzu you had fallen in love with was gone and the shell of the man you once loved lie beside you tufts of pink hair splayed out on the pillow as his nose scrunched in his sleep.

This new Sanzu that now lied beside you slowly crept into your lives, he would appear when you'd come home late from work due to traffic, or when people's stares would linger on you to long.

Sanzu would become frantic whenever these things would happen constantly questioning you where you were, if you knew the people who starred at you, why did that guy open the door for you.

When you told others about his actions they'd only tell you

"His just caring about you (Y/N). It's a good thing"

But they didn't know the extent that Sanzu's possessiveness would go to.

"I'm sorry (Y/N) you can't go to work, that guy you work with has been getting to friendly with you" he said as speaking against the locked bedroom door.

Sanzu grip on you was brutal, never allowing you out of his sight, always by your side.

And that is why you had come up with the idea of leaving him, while he was sleeping, while his mind was in pure bliss due to the pleasure and his body to tired from pushing into yours.

You carefully looked at the clock again, 01:25 am, the clock read. You slowly began lifting your upper body trying your best not to disturb Sanzu's sleeping form.

As you began to shift your leg out of the blanket you felt a hand slither around your waist. You internally screamed not knowing what to do, trying your best to compose yourself you lifted his arm from your waist, only to feel it tighten and pull you flush against his chest.

"You know (Y/N) when you sleep you let out soft snores, and I haven't heard one leave that cute mouth of yours for nearly the whole night" Sanzu said half awake.

Your heart beat was skyrocketing until Sanzu the words left his mouth and your heart sank.

"Just go back to sleep baby. "

"There is no escaping"

"Ever."

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Hope you guys like it❤️

Copyrighted by @rinrinx2 this work may not be copied

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[tetsunabouquet]

Could you do some nsfw yandere headcanons for imayoshi, hanamiya, kiyoshi (he'd be interesting with his morals and all) and lastly akashi (presumably bokushi would come out and act on his feelings)?

A/N: Because of Tumblr's word limit, I do have to keep the headcanons a bit shorter then usual considering you requested multiple ones at once. (18+)

Imayoshi

-Imayoshi's ability to be able to do exactly what a person's hate, evolved once you caught his eye. He has almost some sort of magical ability to find you when you're all alone. -This also extends to making you love everything about him even though the depth of his obsession repulses you at first. -Not the type to force himself on you, but the one who will try to seduce you to get you as crazy as you make him. -He'll climb in your bed and whisper how much he wants to get dirty for a change when he sees you in your ear, caging you in his strong arms until his words start arousing you. Because his ability to do what you hate, allows him to always find the spare key you hide around your house. No matter how often you change its location. -Imayoshi always holds you after filling up your pussy, and sleeps with you. It's your sleeping face he holds most dear. You often feel like he should add teleporting in his skillset, because he always miraculously leaves about ten minutes before your parents wake up.

Hanamiya

-Sadistic enough to engage in sexual abuse. -Will fuck you raw to show you that you belong to him. -However he's patient and will spin a web around you before he acts. He will slowly isolate you from your friends, until you have no one to run to. -Once you're all alone, he'll slowly break you. From blackmail to rape, there is nothing Hanamiya isn't capable off. -Hanamiya's preference for stupid girls has to partially do with these being the type of girls who won't outsmart or win from him. They're easy prey to this spider. -The only thing you can do is moan and cum like a brainless slut as he chokes you and whispers in your ear how you belong to him.

Kiyoshi

-Because of his personality, you don't detect his creepiness at all which makes him so dangerous. -He's intelligent enough to realize he has the element of surprise. His plan is to slowly worm his way into your life and heart until it's too late. -Your friends won't believe you at all if you notice a tiny red flag every once in a while, because they are as oblivious to Kiyoshi's dark side as you are most of the time. -Once Kiyoshi feels the time is right, he'll slowly start taking his steps to close in. Dark eyes flashing when you talk to other boys who mysteriously all end up having their lives sabotaged. A possessive hand at times groping you and playing it off as an accident all the while a unsettling smile plays on his lips. -When he finally gets into your pants, Kiyoshi has either two sets of behaviors. One is sweet and rewards you kindly when you've been a good girl. If you've ruffles his feathers by daring to speak up or talk with other boys, he'll fuck your brains our with no mercy until you remember you're his. -Whenever he calms down from these moods, he'll start pampering your bruises with kisses as you mentally tell yourself not to upset him next time.

Akashi

-He knows everything about you. Has secret cameras installed around your house everywhere, has your phonecalls traced and overheard, knows your parents work schedule. He knows every detail about you before he starts to operate. -Whilst you and your friends can see him coming from miles away, no one will help you. No one had enough power to protect you from Akashi. -Eventually has you kidnapped. -He'll breed you so he can use the children against you. Expect as much creampies from him as possible. -Can foresee your every escape attempt. -He'll pump you roughly but slowly, and as you look into those slitted demon-like eyes of his, it feels as if you might as well be taken by the devil himself and you hate how it turns you on.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi #akashi seijuro #knb x reader #hanamiya makoto #kiyoshi teppei #imayoshi shoichi #yandere #knb yandere

[sinfulseashell]

Question for Y!Bonten how could they react if their darling escaped from them and started a new life with someone else?

Y!Mikey: Of course the male would absolutely go berserk if his darling was ever to think that anyone else would treat them better than he could, but fear nearly consumed him as he thought for a moment looking over at the host with an icy glare. “Escaping is one thing, but having the audacity to find someone else? Well…let’s just say there would be two less bastards on this god forsaken earth.”

Y!Sanzu: “Oh wow, well I guess one idiot plus another can make a deathly combination!” He cackled. “How fucking dumb could they be to find someone else, but let’s give the benefit of the doubt that my darling had the gall to have another person even touch them the way I do.” His snarl twisted into a demonic grin, “I will show my darling why they would regret stepping foot out of their haven…let’s just say the show would be more gruesome than any horror movie could ever show legally.”

Y!Bonten: Each male expressed a disgusted feature as they shook their heads in unison.

Y!Koko: “So we all agree that Sanzu is never allowed to come these interviews when it comes to murder.”

Host: “Wait…none of you said anything…also…all of you commit murder?”

Y!Rin: “Ok one, we don’t need words to communicate, I know you noticed the silence after his comment. Two, we commit murder because it’s necessary yet this sociopath commits murder as a fucking hobby.”

Y!Sanzu: He emits a boisterous laugh while wiping tears from his eyes, “Ah…it’s true. I have a scrapbook as well.” He smiles happily.

Y!Rin: “Do I need to say anything more?”

Host: “Oooookay…noted.”

Y!Takeomi: “Well that was unsettling…anyways. I wouldn’t say that I would be happy my darling started their life over.” He gritted his teeth at the thought that his darling could find someone else so damn easily…replacing him. The thought made his stomach churn, “As if replacing me would be the best option for them…I would murder anyone who would try to take them away from me.” He growled.

Y!Ran: “Well the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. Looks like you and Sanzu have so much in common, makes sense why the two of you are related.”

Y!Sanzu: “How dare you say something so fucking disgusting in my presence! No fucking brother of mine, as far as I know I don’t have family.” He hissed.

Y!Takeomi & Host: 😐

Y!Koko: “We’re not here to discuss their family drama, wait…hatred? Disgust? Whatever. We are not here to speak on that. Now as for me, the fact my darling would even think that someone could afford the lifestyle I provide well,” He chuckles while shaking his head, small chuckling turns to laughter. “Ah…ah ok, ok,” Koko clears his throat to continue. “Besides my awesome joke, I doubt that my darling would even survive without me.”

Y!Rin: “Look Im tired. So I’ll make this quick…whoever the dumbass would be I’ll make sure that have a slow painful death while I take my darling back to have the punishment they deserve.” Bringing himself to stand the male makes his way to the door and leaves.

Y!Ran: “Dont mind him, Rin is just tired from taking care of his darling all night. They were sick.” Ran pouts. “Isn’t that so cute though!”

Y!Rin: “SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!” He screams from the other side of the door.

Y!Ran: The male smiles as he turns his attention back to the host, “What would I do if my darling escaped and found someone else? Hmmm, well murder would be first on my list and once I get rid of them then I would make sure my darling was well.” He hums happily, “-but once I know they are fine then I’ll remind them of why they belong to me.” He smirked menacingly.

Y!Mochi: “I dont believe my darling would have a reason to leave. No to toot my own horn or anything, but these guys are monsters compared to me.” He huffed.

Y!Sanzu: “Quit bitching and answer the goddamn question.”

Y!Mochi: “Fine. If my darling were to ever find someone else…even though I know they wouldn’t. I wouldn’t murder the person, but I would purposely break each and every bone in their body enough to keep them conscious throughout the entire time that way their screams of agony could echo off the walls having their cries be the last thing they hear.”

Y!Koko: “Dear god. We all need therapy.” He spoke while pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

Y!Kakucho: His gaze stays focused on the floor before him as if lost in thought when he hears the host call his name it brings him back to reality as he sighs, “I wouldn’t kill them. Or hurt the person that they are with. I want my darling to be happy then I would want them to stay happy, but…a part of me would take them back with me…I can’t…I just can’t be without them…they mean everything to me…” he sighs in frustration. “If I take my darling back and the other person tries to stop me…well then I would have no choice but to kill them.”

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[ystrike1]

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #mild #catboy #Fukansho-chan XL size no Kemono wo Hiroimashita Dekiai Tanezuke Sex ha Tsugai no Akashi #mangacap #left to right

[animeyanderelover]

Happy new year! Im a new follower so Im sorry if i did this wrong.

May i please request for Generation of Miracles [KnB], Benimaru [Fire Force] and Ushijima [hq] all Yandere, with s/o who doesn't really mind their yandere behavior? Even sometimes likes it? But except for their violent part that thei hate so much.

Thank you and please do enjoy your New Year!

I feel like it's been way too long since I've written for Haikyuu and Kuroko no Basket.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusional thoughts, manipulation

I don't really mind, you know?

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅​I mean, Wakaoshi is delusional and for that oblivious to the wrongness of his feelings but he is quite intimidating and intense so perhaps you don't have too much of a hard time pinpointing him down as a Yandere. Luckily you don't mind it for the most part, even though you are smart enough to realize that discussing this topic with him would lead nowhere, simply because this man would never consider his own feelings as something unnatural. Perhaps that's a testament to his own cluelessness regarding love in the first place. It's still quite important to set some boundaries though because if you don't tell him when to stop, Wakatoshi will pretty much see your nonchalant behavior as a confirmation that he's doing everything right. So if you don't like him towering over you and knocking someone's air out of their lungs with the sheer intensity of his glare alone, you'd better let him know. I'm sure he'd be considerate enough to try to adjust his behavior a bit to make you more comfortable, especially since you accept everything else otherwise with such calmness.

Tetsuya Kuroko

👤Kuroko is lucid and rational enough to know that normally people would be scared when finding out that he's an obsessed stalker so he makes an effort to keep it a secret from his lover. Apparently he doesn't know anything though because you don't seem to mind it that much after all. It's just a bit weird and he's almost more concerned than you are and this confusion makes him act more cautious around you for a while. He's just silently observing you for a while, pondering if you really mean that. When he eventually comes to terms with the fact that you truly mean what you say, he relaxes and feels a sense of relief wash over him. In return for your acceptance, Tetsuya starts trusting you a lot more, although he's never been the overly controlling partner in the first place. Both of you can mutually agree though that Tetsuya shouldn't resort to violence, the only condition you set up for him. The blue-haired boy feels like he owes you anyways for almost flawlessly accepting his obsessive side so he feels like he should try all the harder to fulfill you your sole wish. Overall he feels like both of you get a lot more closer to each other since he now keeps less secrets from you.

Ryōta Kise

✨​Deciding to not mind Kise's overwhelming antics is an achievement in itself which only unlocks the worst in the boy in return. Obviously Kise is very possessive and delusional, he's arrogant to the point where he believes that you'll just accept him easily because everyone else adores him too. He interprets your dismissive and nonchalant behavior as confirmation of that, acts all smug about it and steps up his clinginess in return. Honestly, he adores the way his s/o accepts the serious intrusion of their privacy and his clingy and affectionate behavior in private and in public and Ryōta starts doting on you a lot more in return as he finds your antics very sweet. He can get away with almost everything he desires and he loves that but the only flaw would be that you don't really enjoy his possessive and jealous demeanor. A pretty big flaw considering that Kise is prone to those feelings, a terrible attention-seeker who feels like he's the only one you should pay attention to. Here you should navigate carefully since Kise is an entitled individual who will feel quickly insulted if you try to tell him that you want him to step back a bit with his threatening and jealous ways.

Shintarō Midorima

⭐​Midorima on the one hand intends to respect your wishes and your privacy, on the other hand he's so fixated on the fact that you must be someone who destiny has made specifically for him due to his superstitious antics that his obsession can't help but flare up. Those are difficult times, especially in the beginning for him but then something rather surprising but not at all unpleasant happens which would be the fact that you actually don't feel bothered by his possessive and sometimes controlling antics. At times you even find it somewhat endearing and that just surprises Midorima a bit. Well, at least until he starts considering that this might be why all of his horoscopes have indicated that you're the right one for him. It would make sense now that he thinks about it, that you'd accept and love him even with his sometimes downright ridiculous antics. It's very reassuring to think about it and in return he allows you to get away with a lot more than he'd usually do as he has even more faith in you. Similar to Kuroko, Shintarō will also do his hardest to avoid any violent and manipulative actions against others to respect your only complaint regarding his behavior.

Daiki Aomine

💙​Just being lucid doesn't necessarily mean that one has to feel guilty and Aomine is someone like that. He's very aggressive regarding his feelings and doesn't really plan to better himself unless he realizes that he's seriously scaring his darling. But what if his darling simply accepts his possessive, clingy, overprotective and touchy demeanor? Then it's all pretty much a free game with Aomine but in either case, this just means he won't pull back with his emotions at all. It's very cute in his mind that you're almost pliant when it comes to his antics, it's even thrilling in a couple of ways and Momoi ends up as the only one who would be slightly concerned that neither you nor Daiki necessarily care much. A little bit discretion wouldn't hurt, you two. If you don't keep Daiki on the leash though, he's free to lash out and scare everyone who gets on his nerves and makes him jealous. Perhaps that's where you should step in and stop him or otherwise he'll never learn how to hold properly back at all. His temper is not the easiest to hold back when it comes to his darling but he's at the very least considerate enough to try to hold back if it makes you happier with him.

Atsushi Murasakibara

🍭​This 6' 10 feet tall baby will totally get the wrong message if you decide to shamelessly tolerate his behavior as much as you do. His decision to just push on with what he's already doing, clinging to you like a huge leech and demanding your attention as vehemently as he does. Honestly, his teammates are surprised that you handle his childish antics as good as you do and go even as far as indulging him in it, coddling him at times and cooing over his demeanor at times. You find him oddly cute, even with his immense height and unbelievable amount of strength. It's just sweet to see someone who so many others would see as intimidating and scary cuddling up to you and asking you to feed him with sweets. You keep him addicted by indulging in his obsession and Murasakibara in return only wants more. Admittedly, he can be very moody when he doesn't get from you what he wants but it isn't really difficult to make it clear to him that you'll accept everything except him hurting others because you know that he can't stand if you show him the cold shoulder and are angry with him.

Seijūrō Akashi

🏆Akashi is an even better example of someone who is fully aware of the abyss of their own emotions but decides to not care at all and is one reason why he's particularly terrifying. Nevertheless though, he goes the polite route at first and courts his s/o the normal way. He doesn't trust his darling blindly when he notices that they are relatively chill whenever his possessive or controlling side reveal themselves and instead accepts them quietly. You don't have to tell it to him, he'a already caught on to the fact that you know about his obsession and he knows that you know too. Akashi doesn't limit your freedom though as he decides to just keep a watchful eye out for you and see how you act in your daily routine. It doesn't take long though until he realizes that you don't put on an act and in fact really don't mind this at all, at times you even weirdly enjoy it. That's the point where Akashi actually talks with you about it, quite amused by the fact that you so serenely deal with this topic. He doesn't just abuse that fact though and pushes even more on you, in fact he actually pulls back his controlling antics, quite pleased by this. His violent behavior though, let's see how that turns out since nuisances will be removed.

Shinmon Benimaru

❤️‍🔥​Benimaru is quite possessive but it's harder to notice since he has such a nonchalant exterior but even if it takes him a bit of time to realize, at one point he becomes quite aware of his obsession. Honestly, he's ready to do his best to hide it from you but then he figures out that you, his darling, is surprisingly chill with his clingy and possessive behavior and suddenly he's cool with it too. Ultimately both of you are so easy-going with it all that it's almost more concerning than before but Benimaru is merely adapting to your own thoughts and feelings. If you're so lax about his obsession, he doesn't see the need to make an needless drama of it when both of you can just enjoy life together. In a way it feels like he has a burden less on his shoulders now since he doesn't need to keep anything a secret from you anymore and can actually indulge in his feelings. That includes him just clinging a lot more to you than he'd normally would but you seem to even enjoy it so he doesn't have any plans to pull back at all. You don't have any problems negotiating with him that you despise violent behavior against people though since as a Fire Fighter Benimaru's job is to protect his citizens.

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[aomine-ryo]

Me again Habibi 💖

How do you think GOM + Kagami, Takao, IMAYOSHI, Himuro would be as yandere headcanon? Red flags? U cannot see them when your eyes are closed 🙈

Love u and ur work, have the best day ✨

I already knew this about myself, but writing this has made me realise that there’s nothing more attractive than red flags 😍

sorry this took me longer than expected to write, but it was super fun!! love you and hope you enjoy!! xx

Headcanons: GOM + Kagami + Takao + Imayoshi + Himuro as yanderes (slight nsfw)

cw: manipulation, obsessiveness, stalker themes

Kuroko

• he’s obsessed with you

• you occupy every single one of his thoughts

• you thought he was cute and harmless? think again.

• slowly but surely, there seems to be fewer undergarments in your drawer

• you just assume that you lost them in the laundry, but kuroko always pockets something whenever he visits

• you’d think that the two of you were taking it slow, but in his head you’re the mother of his children

• you’re his soulmate, his everything— and he believes you think the same of him

Kise

• you think your boyfriend broke up with you because he found someone else? well, you’re wrong

• kise sweet-talked another girl to go after your ex

• and who was there to comfort you when the breakup happened? sweet and caring kise, of course

• he was there for you at your worst, he lifted you up when you were sad— you needed him in your life

• with your newfound trust issues stemming from your ex, you were conditioned to believe that kise was the only person you could trust

• and kise uses that to make sure you never leave

Midorima

• midorima is discreet with his actions

• you’d think that he’s very overlooking, but he takes note of every single thing you do

• it’s okay if you forget to update him about where you’re going that day, the tracker on your phone keeps him informed

• you don’t know it, but he always has eyes on you

• he’s not a fan of your friends, in his mind they’re just another distraction that keeps you from him

• but somehow your meetings with them always get cut short, and slowly you grow more distant with them

• now most of your time is devoted to midorima, just as he intended

Aomine

• aomine wants you to worship him

• he wants to be your only focus, have you devoting all your time and energy into him

• don’t ever dare to even look at another man because aomine will remind you that you’re his through punishments in the bedroom

• you find yourself on your knees for him often, respecting his every command out of fear of what he’d do otherwise

• he had your ‘best interests’ in mind, love-bombing you with flowers, compliments, kisses every other day

• but it was only to manipulate you into believing he’s the love of your life, the only one you need

• he had you wrapped around his finger, your whole life now revolves around him

Murasakibara

• murasakibara doesn’t leave you alone

• you’re led to believe that he just wants to make sure you’re safe, but it’s more intricate than that

• he’s emotionally dependent on you, he needs to be sure that you’re his and only his

• he’s impulsive too, his mood shifts very quickly

• he’ll act all clingy and cute, but one trigger could lead him to do impulsive things

• don’t you think it’s a bit weird that the classmate who playfully touched your arm tripped and fell down the stairs the next day?

• but it was all for your protection (at least that’s what he convinced himself)

Akashi

• he knows where he stands

• everyone who knew him would bow to him, and you’re no different

• he needs to ensure that your world revolves around him

• all your friends and family grew distant once akashi was in your life because he convinced you that he was all you needed

• you learned that it was best to not talk to any other man, because the last time you did that, you were tied up in his room for a whole day with no escape

• there was something about the sight of coming home to you ready to fulfil his needs that had akashi delighted

• and you knew better than to question the sudden disappearance of the man you talked to

• but akashi was good with his words, he had you convinced that everything he did was in your best interest

• he brainwashed you into believing this is what love is

• you didn’t need to make any decisions for yourself anymore— akashi will take care of everything for you

Kagami

• your life has been free from any troubles since you caught kagami’s eye

• you thought that it was just coincidence, but kagami had been doing everything in his power to prevent any harm from happening to you

• the girls who used to bully you mysteriously disappeared without a trace

• you almost tripped but kagami luckily ‘appeared’ just in time to catch you

• the guy in your class who always used to flirt with you despite your rejections was suddenly scared to even look at you

• you were the centre of kagami’s attention every single moment

• once kagami was a part of your life, he’d constantly remind you of how much he loved you, your phone was never silent

• he becomes irrationally angry when you’re too busy for him and he doesn’t think twice about eliminating whatever is keeping you from him

Takao

• you’d never think that takao was the yandere type

• he’s funny, charismatic and easygoing, right?

• that’s what he wants you to believe

• but takao is obsessed with you, he worships the ground you walk on

• he can’t stand being away from you for too long, so he follows you around, sometimes without your knowledge, watching you from afar as you laugh along with your friends who didn’t deserve to be in your presence

• he had sadistic tendencies in the bedroom, especially on days where you didn’t spend much time with him

• you believed that’s just what he was like, and you found the switch from his ‘normal’ personality to this attractive as well

• but he liked having you under his control, this was the true him

• he liked knowing that he could indulge himself in the person he was obsessed with

Imayoshi

• he’s calculating; every single move he makes is well thought out

• he studies you from afar at first, following you around, taking note of your likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses

• he then uses this information to make his move, presenting himself as your perfect match

• and your naive little self falls right into the trap, quickly believing he is the one for you

• but having you wasn’t enough, he needed to be the only person in your life

• he knew exactly how much affection to give you, then distancing himself so that he had you begging for more

• he’ll have you questioning your confidence, criticising your insecurities before praising you abundantly, manipulating you into thinking his opinion is the most important

• so when he criticises your friends, you were quick to distance yourself from them, making imayoshi the subject of all your attention

• before you knew it, he had you at his beck and call

Himuro

• on first glance, he was the perfect man— sweet, kind, caring

• but he had a much darker side to him that would do anything to have you

• he wants to own you

• he’ll strategically make sure that you’re dependent on him— emotionally, financially, sexually

• he convinced you that he’s the only one that truly knows and understands you, after all, he’s studied every inch of your body and had you emotionally dumping all your trauma onto him one drunken night

• he was the only one that truly loved you, the only one that could satisfy you

• and of course, the gorgeous necklace he gifted you on your birthday had a tracker in it, so he knew your every move

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Chapter 7: Swallow the Sun

Former Gang Leader Darling AU (Red Dragonflies)

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The silence that filled the room was palpable, in every sense of the word. It weighed heavy on your shoulders, the air thick and heavy with every breath becoming harder and harder to take, the tension that clogged your lungs almost as if it was an invisible viscous liquid dripping from the ceiling and slowly filling the room. You never liked the feeling that crept like an eerie fog up your legs despite having gotten well acquainted with it by now; just the life of a negotiator you supposed, more so when the parties involved tend to be hot-headed and overly-excitable delinquent gang leaders faced with difficult decisions. 

Time felt like it had come to a crawl as the world held its breath. It was an unusually quiet afternoon for the city of Shinagawa, the usual hum of traffic buzzing down the nearby downtown area noticeably missing from the background hum. Even the wind that rattled the clear windows lining one wall just prior to the Black Dragons’ arrival had faded away into a cloudless sky, leaving just the uncaring sun watching on mercilessly. But you didn’t rush, didn’t try to hurry the other party who seemed to have frozen in place, Taiju simply wordlessly staring you down with those beastly yellow eyes, the lack of emotions on his face a heart-racing sight for a lesser delinquent, while Inupi and Koko flanking him were outright gaping at you with their shock worn on their sleeves.

The calm before the storm. You understood what you were asking - no, demanding - from them. Well aware of the implication and the loaded threat that your words carried, it wasn't an if but a when and how the Black Dragons were going to be merged into your own gang, whether they wanted it to happen or not. Yet, despite the seemingly sudden nature of this meeting with Taiju, you knew that this had been really a long time coming. All these years you had watched silently from the sidelines as Shinichiro’s gang was ran into the ground by unworthy leaders, its name and reputation tainted and soiled; this was simply the final straw, and no longer were you going to let his good name be sullied any more: at least you could hold your head high and say that you upheld your oath. Quashing down the surging memories of the equally horrid direction that Izana had led the gang down during his time at the head of the Black Dragons, you turned your attention back to the painful, painful waiting: not that you didn’t want to think of the underground smuggling ring or the crime-for-hire that your former lover ran, but it wasn’t an issue to solve at this point.

The oppressive stillness seemed to stretch on, each passing second amplifying the sense of anticipation, as if the room itself were counting down to the inevitable release and the coming explosion. And oh how you hated to wait - the unpredictability of what was to come was like daggers in your skin. There was truly nothing worse than being caught off guard; you had learnt that lesson the hard way multiple times before. At least even in these turbulent minutes you mused, you could count on the rhythmic sound of Furusawa’s heavy breathing from behind you to keep you grounded as you waited, a reassurance that your best friend was there to back you up regardless of how this nasty business turned out.

In an instance, the momentary tranquility shattered, and reality came crashing back down. “What the fuck did you just say?!” His words came out almost like a hiss as Taiju leaned forward, open palm slamming down onto the abused coffee table that separated you and him, the vein on his forehead seemingly throbbing more than usual as the blue-haired boy gritted his teeth. 

Pulling yourself out from your thoughts, you leveled your gaze at the gang leader who sat from across you, turning your full attention back to the present. This wasn’t the right time to be nostalgic about the past or ponder the future. “Should I repeat myself?” You raised one questioning eyebrow. No, it was time to play.

“You’re taking me as a fool? Huh?!” He sneered, teeth bared. “Merge my gang under yours? This a fucking game to you, little girl?”

The taunt failed to rile you up enough, even if the strong emphasis on the Black Dragons being his did send a flash of irritation through your chest. No, the gang had never been his. It was Shinichiro’s and Takeomi’s, Wakasa’s and Benkei’s. Taiju was simply another steward for their legendary legacy, just like Izzy had been. Not his. A quick glance at Inupi and you saw the same turmoil in those blue eyes, but you swallowed the rising annoyance. You had worse thrown your way before. “Surely you can’t be suggesting something so vile, Taiju-san,” Bending over slightly to lightly pick your full cup off of the coffee table, you continued, your voice as even as the color of a cloudless midday sky. “I have never messed around in meetings, and never will. This is serious business.”

His tiger eyes seemed to glimmer and glint from the sunlight that filtered through the large window panes, as if simply waiting for a chance to tear into you. To eat you alive. “Then what the fuck are you trying to say?”

You sighed, unimpressed with the lack of tact on show. You didn’t fear the newest of the Black Dragon Presidents, not in the slightest, but you could at least empathize with his poor victims; this man left little room for negotiation for those who lived in his shadow. Fortunately, you did not. “I’m sure you understood me perfectly fine, Taiju-san.” Leaning back onto your chair and taking a sip of your tea, you continued to meet his infuriated stare from the brim of your cup with barely a blink. Deciding that this little dance was going nowhere, you forged ahead. “You must have heard of the brewing storm coming your way.”

Taiju didn’t seem the least bit phased. “You mean that 8th Generation Black Dragon leader? Izana?” Scoffing, the blue-haired boy flicked his hand nonchalantly, as if waving off the fly he thought Izana would be. “Won’t be the slightest issue, dealing with that rat.”

You hummed, a low, single-toned haunting note. “I wouldn’t be too sure. Izana’s a lot stronger than he looks.” A fact that you knew firsthand and all too well - even you wouldn’t be able to take him down alone, with or without the handicaps he would give you.

Silence fell over the room once again, those shaking, balled-up fists told you everything you needed to know. Consumed by anger and preferring to speak with his fists, you noted to yourself, and you wondered if you would have gotten further along if you had just let Furu at him from the start. Maybe you should now in fact - this particular meeting of leaders is coming along much rougher than you had hoped, and your precious free time was slowly but surely ticking down the drain. Yes, it was indeed time to instigate, even if you did risk another human-sized hole in your walls. Pulling yourself back up, placing your cup gingerly back down at the coffee table with a clink as porcelain met porcelain. “What I have been trying to say is,” you leaned forward, head cocked slightly to the side as a small taunting smile began to pull at your lips. “The Black Dragons are far too important to me to let you lose.”

And that was all it took.

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Inupi had been looking forward to meeting you again for a very long time. He hadn’t been sure if he would ever be given the opportunity to do so, after everything that had gone down two years ago and you had evaporated into thin air after abruptly retiring, but now here you were. You looked so similar from when he had last seen you standing side by side with Izana, sans the physical growth, you had barely changed - but the weariness in your eyes. The sheer exhaustion that tainted your once lively eyes, it seemed to have only increased and intensified as the years went by; there was no doubt even with all he had witnessed in his life, those eyes had already experienced so much more. An old soul trapped in a young body was what you were, though it wasn’t hard for the Black Dragon member to remember the times that you had away from such heavy gang duties or the times you had spent with your now ex-boyfriend; the times when your eyes would light up as if fireworks against the dark winter sky, and your youth would come rushing back into that gaze like an water out of an opened dam.

Even this infamous meeting room brought back memories; its plush carpet always kept in tiptop condition, the eternal dance of the cranes across the walls, and the homely, worn wooden coffee table that was the centerpiece of the room. After all, the former Black Dragon Vice Captain had once spent hours within these four walls, locked at attention while watching over meetings where you and Izana poured over gang matters and strategies. Not too different from what was happening now, Inupi supposed, crystal blue eyes sliding to glance at the head of alternating blue and white hair that now occupied the sofa opposite of you. 

But you always had this presence about you; not those heavy types like Taiju’s, one that commanded fear and attention. No, you had a different type of draw; you brought a sense of closure. An unyielding, constant pressure that meetings in your presence, be it in a room or on the battlefield, will one way or another be brought to a close, with the type of ending they get being left up to your unfortunate victims to decide. 

The stoic mask the blond-haired delinquent wore threatened to break when your gaze landed on him, and your lips twitched upwards ever so slightly as you greeted him, but through sheer self-control, he had managed to simply acknowledge your attention. Now standing in your presence once more, Inupi could only wish it was you that he had approached for help with reviving the Black Dragons - the gang would have greatly benefited from a calm and experienced hand at the helm if you hadn’t upped and vanished immediately after you resigned from your beloved Reds.

And it only grew clearer and clearer that mistakes had been made as the meeting dragged on. Hearing you all but order Taiju into giving up the Black Dragons to you was the straw that broke the camel’s back, a gut punch that Inupi struggled to keep his face straight through; the reason they were here was because of his failure. There was no doubt that a lifelong delinquent like Izana’s former right-hand man had not heard the rumors swirling around about his old boss, and you being here to rescue his beloved gang from the depths of the pit he had dug them into only served to highlight one fact. Too important to let them - to let him - lose the gang: you were here because of his failure that started all the way back with the end of the Eighth Generation of Black Dragons. 

Failure to protest harder against Shion being Izana’s successor, failure to pick a better boss to follow, failure to do better: there was no other way to put it. He had failed Izana, failed Shinichiro, failed the once-pristine legacy of the Black Dragons again and again. Scars and sins that he carried, that he once hoped he could lay bare before you, for the infamous Negotiator to wash it all away; but not like this.

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Koko must have noticed the turmoil brewing right under those usually impassive eyes, the financier glancing over in his direction with furrowed eyebrows.

Right as his black-haired friend was about to ask, the entire mood changed, and those almond eyes snapped right back towards the silent, tense standoff that dominated the room. In that moment, the universe felt as if it had collapsed in on Inupi’s gut, the flare of desperate screams to move, to fight, to duck from the back of his head overwhelming each and every one of his senses. But there was no time to react. The sunflower-blond boy wasn't sure what had happened, or who was faster. It was as if both Taiju and Furusawa had moved within the span of a sole heartbeat; a single blink, too fast for him to even catch; and the next thing he knew, his entire view of you was filled by the jarring red of Furusawa’s jacket and the black of his shirt, the draft he generated whipping his jacket backwards. An ominous creak of wood, and Inupi chanced a quick glance upwards - and there, held above your Vice Captain’s head with a sole hand was the other half of your beloved camelback sofa set that Taiju had been sitting on just seconds earlier, its shadow eclipsing the ceiling light around where you sat.

Silence consumed everyone present, as if the room was suddenly emptied of air. Inupi barely dared to breathe should break the temporary peace, blue shaky eyes darting between the brown and pink-haired man and Taiju belied the neutral, unmoved expression Inupi wore. What happened?

Chocolate eyes met yellow ones easily, with neither party willing to back down. The sight of the sofa failing to reach its intended target, however, didn’t seem to be enough of a deterrent to any further rash actions, as Inupi watched the Tenth Generation Black Dragon President reach for the walnut coffee table with the definite intent to hurl that as well, the telltale veins on his forehead throbbing with every heartbeat. 

This time though, Furusawa was faster. A loud thud shattered the silence as a steel-toed boot came crashing down, the worn wood beneath letting out a groan at the sudden impact as it was pinned back down firmly to the carpet, a force too strong even for Taiju’s usually imposing strength to overcome. “Wanna take this outside, punk?” The Beast of the Underworld grinned as he leaned forward, that usual friendly, oblivious smile Inupi remembered having turned rather sinister, his sharp canines glinting even under the warm ceiling lights. “I can take you out right now. Makes Boss’ job a lot easier too.” 

It was a threat as clear as the sun rising at midnight, and no doubt Furusawa could back it up and come out the other end without missing a breath off; not only was it well know within delinquent circles how monstrous your Vice Captain was, but also how much the man was always itching for a fight. The mere memory of the last fight Inupi had witnessed years ago where this fighting behemoth decided he was bored and decimated an entire gang himself - he would rather avoid that happening to him at all costs. The logo of the white dragonfly neatly embroidered on the breast of Furusawa’s red jacket was as much a threat as it was a reminder for everyone else to thread carefully: this was still the heart of the Red Dragonflies’ territory, and no matter the supposed strength of the latest generation of Black Dragons, you had historically always came out on top. Results speak for themselves.

And for all the ongoings around you, your small figure remained unmoved. Fingers tapping rhythmically on one knee of your neatly crossed legs as your gaze flittered between the four boys with not a single hair out of place; your continued composure in the face of imminent danger was just one of the things that Inupi had always admired about you. That, and the full trust you always had in your right-hand man and Vice Captain Mamoru Furusawa for your safety and security - it wasn’t lost on the seasoned delinquent that you hadn’t flinched the slightest bit at the sofa flying your way, making no moves to avoid the threat, let alone dodge. Even Izana would have reacted back in the day, Inupi mused. 

You seemed content in letting this little game play out for a while more, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. Perhaps to sate Taiju’s bloodlust, but he was well past done letting Taiju embarrass the Black Dragons and Shinichiro’s good name any further. This was getting way too out of hand.

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Taking a step forward was all that was needed to draw the room’s attention to him, but the Black Dragon second-in-command had his focus squarely on his leader, meeting that tiger gaze unhesitantly. “Stop it Taiju, don’t disrespect her.”

The blue-haired boy seemed to have been slightly taken aback by Inupi’s sudden boldness, his jaw dropping slightly at the open contempt on display from his own subordinate. In front of a rival gang leader, no less. It was provoking the sleeping dragon, that was for sure, but there was little else Inupi could think to do in the moment. Or maybe he should have sat back and let Taiju be utterly annihilated by Furusawa? A chanced look at you revealed that unlike Taiju, you weren’t caught off guard, somehow having expected that it would have been Inupi who stepped up, though seemingly disappointed at the same time for reasons beyond him. Had you been hoping for a different outcome? Something more out of him?

But unfortunately, the sunflower-blond delinquent didn’t have much time to consider this line of thinking any further as Taiju’s stunned state didn’t last long, and the historically violent and short-tempered Shiba emerged predictably into a state of utter rage. And as said gang leader turned bodily to face his rebellious subject, Inupi found himself dwarfed once more by the other’s large stature, and the memories of when he had first challenged Taiju in his search for a new Black Dragon leader came flooding back, though he didn’t take a single step back. 

Taiju’s words came out as a hiss. “What’s the meaning of this, Inui?” Fist tightening to the point that his knuckles turned white, there was little chance that the boss was anything but furious.

Inupi refused to back down. “You’re not going to win this. Don’t embarrass the gang any further.”

“How dare you?”

This was it, Inupi supposed, mulling over what he had said. With you on the other side of the table this time round, he didn’t suppose he could rely on your intervention, and he wouldn’t count on surviving Taiju’s wrath. Yet much to his surprise, instead of the thrashing he expected, another voice that had stayed silent now interjected before the blue-haired gang leader could make a move. “Lay a hand on him and I’m out,” Koko threatened, his tone pointed as the infamous financier took a step forward, putting himself between the two. A valid threat. After all, there was no way Taiju could afford to run a gang like the Black Dragons without Koko’s legendary finance skills bringing in extra income and jobs.

For all the threats and posturing, the oldest of the Shibas still seemed unmoved, a disparaging curling his lips as he looked between the two. “And then what will you do, Inupi? Run the Black Dragons yourself?” He laughed humorlessly, the mockery clear. The empty smile dropped as he leaned forward, his shadow casting over the two defiant delinquents. “I’ll burn this whole worthless gang down with me.”

Time slowed to an immediate crawl as those fateful words were left floating in the still air, and as if a heavy, wet coat had been suddenly draped over the room, every breath became a challenge to take as the atmosphere itself seemed to press down on them. Unrestrained bloodlust that tainted his senses with the hint of iron led the Black Dragons back to one single, possible source. Furusawa wasn’t the slightest bit affected by the change in mood, his signature beastly grin plastered across his face, but Inupi knew that look of yours, partially hidden behind your right-hand man’s towering figure. Utter, unbridled rage pouring through your cracked facade that had even Koko stagger a step back. “Worthless?” Hatred, pure and plain, oozing from every pore, burning and consuming those tired, kind eyes. It was the first time Inupi had witnessed it with his own eyes after hearing about it from Izana all those years ago; the legendary other half that had tamed even the Eighth Generation Black Dragon leader

Your sheer contempt for the living. “Worthless?” You repeated, the word seemingly inconceivable to you. Your abhorrence of their continued existence.

“So that’s what you were hiding,” Taiju muttered to himself, his yellow eyes sparking with interest.

As soon as it appeared, the immense pressure evaporated back into thin air like it had never been there, the world seemed to sigh as the whirl of the air-condition once more returned to the background. Taking a breath, your face was once more schooled into that familiar calm expression as you relaxed back against the sofa, the tension in your shoulders gone. Picking up your teacup once more for what should be by now a stone-cold cup of tea, you allowed a small smile to lift the corners of your lips, your gaze landed back on a shaken Inupi. “Time is getting on. Furu, return their sofa to them, would you?”

A tch, but the brown and pink-haired man complied, walking round the coffee table to lightly place the sofa back in its place with nay a thud - a surprise, given he had looked ready to fling the object straight back in Taiju’s face. You waved your hand, drawing the three Black Dragon gazes back on you, though it seemed that both gang leaders present were well past the pleasantries. “I’m sure you have other places to be, Shiba-san, so let’s put it this way. One week to join willingly.”

Taiju scoffed, his vibrant red jacket flaring out behind him as he turned to leave without another word, storming past Inupi and Koko and leaving the meeting room door open as he disappeared round the corner. You simply sighed, your gaze landing on a stoic Inupi and an ashen Koko. “Sorry about that, boys,” you smiled, waving Furusawa forward, though your Vice Captain simply handed a letter to Inupi before backing off. “You should probably be on your way too. Stay safe, okay?”

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The hefty wooden door shut softly behind the two Black Dragons, though the click still reverberated through the room, ringing in your ears as you sat in the sudden silence, reflecting on all that had occurred in the past hour. Yet in the moment, all your mind could process was: you shouldn’t have lost control like that. You knew descending in such a state of anger was terrible for your mental health, and your nii-san would be so extremely disappointed if you did something unforgivable again.

You could really use a smoke right now.

You abruptly stood, forcing those useless, churning thoughts down and away from your consciousness, startling your long-time best friend out from his own daydreaming process. “How did you think that went, Furu?” Your voice nor expression gave no hint of the uncertainty brewing just below the surface, though you knew there was no hiding your clenched fingers from those eagle eyes, no matter how you positioned them at your side. 

But your right-hand man seemed more occupied with thinking of the could-bes, having clearly been intrigued by Taiju’s raw strength, and the lack of a fight breaking out was no doubt the root cost of the dejectedness on his face. “Went pretty well, I guess,” he mumbled, kicking his feet. “No holes in the walls, nothing broken."

“You don’t sound too happy about that.”

Furu sighed. “That blue-haired dude looked kinda strong. Could have made a great fight.”

You lightly smacked him in the arm. “Not in my meeting room,” you reminded him, attempting to sound cross but utterly failing to do so. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance though,” you added thoughtfully.

That was enough to perk the Vice Captain up, chocolate eyes glinting with eagerness and hope, as if you had just promised the life of another human being to him as a Christmas present. “Really? You think so?”

But those questions only dredged back up the doubts you had suppressed since the start of the meeting; about the effectiveness of what you did, about what you should have done, about your past and the future of the Black Dragons. Sighing, you slumped backwards into the sofa, the soft backing cushion denting and giving way as you did so. “Most likely, given how that went,” you exhaled, turning your eyes up towards the ceiling once more as you ran one hand through your hair. “If Izzy doesn’t get to them first, that is. One week is a long time.”

A pause, your words lingering in the cool air for a moment. And then you continued. “I don’t know, Furu, I still think I should have just ran with my idea of proposing marriage. Would have saved us a lot of trouble.” Your mind wandered back to your precious Toman friends. Another problem you had no clue where to start, let alone solve. Every passing day spent trying to put out the fires of your past was another day letting your treasured relationship with your boys, with Mikey in particular, deteriorate. What else could you do other than try and make it up to them later?

Your Vice Captain was on you in a second, plucking you off your sofa and out of your thoughts by the back of your jacket before you realized what had happened, and earning a decidedly undelinquent-like eep from you. “Furu! Put me down!” You tried to insist, a 180 degree change from the refined gang leader facade you had donned just minutes earlier, but the much larger man was nonplussed.

"I'll kill him," Furusawa swore, the obliviousness that usually glazed his eyes having given way to a rare serious expression, and the lack of his usual playful lilt was enough to convey the gravity of your words. “I'll kill and eat that motherfucker if you ever say that again.” 

You think that you’ve only seen the man so stern once before. Those chocolate eyes seemed intent on boring a hole straight into your soul, you mused, sighing as you threw both hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I won’t mention it again.”

“And you won’t go behind our backs either?”

Touche. “I swear I won’t,” you crossed your heart. “Happy?”

Somewhat pacified, the brown and pink-haired man lowered you carefully back onto your two feet, though his grumpiness hadn’t disappeared completely. "Sometimes I don't think you have anything in there, Boss."

You playfully smacked him. You had, after all, told them what happened with Izzy when you met him against their advice four days earlier, and much to no one’s surprise, the meeting hadn’t gone as planned in the slightest without your usual chaperones present. Even hearing that Izana wanted to wed you immediately and went straight to violence after you refused failed to raise an eyebrow, Hase opting to simply let out a despairing groan while Koji threw up his hands in exasperation. What they said was completely true: you were way too personally involved to make sound decisions when it came to anything related to Izzy, and you shouldn’t have. Yet the lingering doubt refused to let go. "But what if-"

"We will handle it. Like we always do," Furusawa interjected. “You’re not alone.”

The grin you shone at your oldest friend was genuine as you leaned into his side. "Thanks Furu." As usual, your wiser friends were right.

“Anytime, Boss.” A grumble of his stomach broke the peace, and you laughed. Time for lunch with the others.

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Across town and just as you first waved the Tenth Generation Black Dragon leader through the ornately carved doors of your famed meeting room, a certain blond-haired time leaper was knee-deep living his most miserable past yet.

“Get up.” 

Takemichi barely registered the nudge to his side, too busy ensuring that his chest kept heaving along through the throbbing pain as he struggled to catch his breath. Sprawled spread-eagle across the blood-splattered canvas floor of the fighting ring, it was only the rank, foul odor of sweat, blood and god-only knows what else - soaked up from a filthy past of countless fights and fermented in the summer heat - radiating up that kept him still clinging on to consciousness. Only the dead could sleep through a stink like that. Yet no smell could help with rebooting his shaken brain still rattling around his head from all the throwing around he had just endured. 

Unfortunately, Hase didn’t seem as inclined to indulge his self-pity party nor give a second chance, and the next ‘nudge�� was instead a firm kick to his side, enough to roll Takemichi over several times and face first straight into the metal cage that separated this ring of hell from the outside world. “I’m not repeating myself,” came his drawl, followed by the familiar click of a lighter and the stinging smell of cigarette smoke that pierced his nose.

A snort off from the side. “Think you might have killed him,” Jun complained, his tone clearly bored as he lightly smacked his baseball bat against his calf. A pause. “That might be a boon though. Changing the future and all.”

Scratch that, his death wasn’t even an inconvenience. He could cry right now. He really could. Even Mikey didn’t waste his time finding nobodies to beat up for the hell of it. How was it that your brutal, heartless captains were so vastly different from kind, caring you? How is it you hadn’t yet been eaten alive by these monsters in human skin? Were you perhaps as much a monster as them? The mere idea of you staring down at Takemichi like Mikey did, with cold, empty eyes, sent a shiver down his spine, and he pushed the thought to the back of his head. No, there was no way you could hide something so sinister, not how genuine that gaze of yours had been or how sincere you were about your care towards your friends. 

Then again, Mikey hasn’t had to shake the truth out from him just yet, and you weren’t particularly interested in digging those secrets out yourself either. Takemichi sighed, resigning himself to his fate. It wasn’t as if he could get his answers at the moment, and so albeit the reluctance and the protests of his body, the blond-haired boy pulled himself up from the well worn tarp, biting back the tears as he somehow managed to twist his bruised self into a sitting position, resting against the crisscrossing bars. Risking what Hase would do to him if he didn’t obey was just one more thing that Takemichi did not want to test - he might actually die if he gets tossed across the ring again.

“I’m up, I’m up,” the time traveler hastily reassured through swollen, bleeding lips, though it was more to convince himself than the other two seasoned gangsters as he carefully shuffled black and blue limbs around in an attempt to make things more comfortable. Dressed in just his sports shorts, he already made for quite the pathetic sight, with clear purple-and-black bruises decorated his upper chest, arms and legs, and this was barely helped by just how scrawny Takemichi looked next to the much taller and well-built Hase. 

Hase, himself clothed in a simple shirt and shorts and with bandages wrapped around bare hands and feet, only rolled his eyes at the carefulness in which Takemichi picked himself off the floor, those dull gray eyes glaring down at him with disdain as he brought his cigarette up to his lips for another drag. “Nothing’s broken, stand.”

“But everything hurts,” Takemichi mumbled, the sharp flashes of agony that had rippled through his body from being beaten and thrown around having finally died down to a throb that radiated from his chest with every breath. How was it that he constantly finds himself in these sorts of situations? All he ever wanted to do was to save Hina from her unfortunate, undeserving destiny, was that too much to ask? Well, save Hina, Naoto, Mikey, and the rest of his newfound Toman friends, but still. 

It had been a mere four days since you first waltzed into his life and class with a letter from the school principal, looking for him, and two since Jun had crashed his class and dragged him off in front of his teacher and all his classmates by the scruff of his neck, having figured through some unknown means that Takemichi was, in fact, a time leaper. And now, four days on from that fateful day, he hadn't even recovered enough from the beating he got from Hase two days prior before being today’s fresh punching bag. A time traveler of twelve years he was, but even now, Takemichi wished he had the ability to reach back just a single day to warn himself of what was to come.

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He had almost forgoed school this morning. A bad gut feel, one that was strong enough to cramp up his stomach, making it near impossible for him to roll out of bed; Takemichi couldn’t recall the last time when his body had protested this much against doing something. He knew he should have listened, stayed at home to rest out the pain. It might have been the air being denser than normal, might have been just a bad snack the previous day, or the fact that he was still recovering from the  stomp he received courtesy of your Red Dragonflies’ First Division Captain. Whatever it was, Takemichi should have heeded the warning.

But Hina had promised to go out for tea with him after school if he showed up, and the blond-haired boy just wasn’t strong enough to resist. And so against his better judgment, he went anyway. 

The ominous rumbling of his stomach a second foreboding time was hard to ignore as Takemichi slipped through the front door of his homeroom class, cutting it close to being late again just as the bell rang through the empty corridors outside. His homeroom teacher shot him a stink eye as he sat down, but with nothing to hold against him, she let him go. At least for those few precious seconds, the time-traveling delinquent recalled, there was peace in his world. Normality had returned, and maybe he could rest for a bit.

A tug at his sleeve. “Hey, Hanagaki-kun.” Followed by the rustle of a piece of paper being slid between tables. “For you.”

Alas, it was the third and final saving grace that fate had attempted to extend his way; the chance to simply ignore the Red Dragonflies’ gang member of a deskmate he had for the remaining five minutes that this period would last before he could make his getaway, but it was too little too late. Blue eyes slipped to meet Suzuki Hisao’s before Takemichi could stop himself, and the boy mentally kicked himself. “Uh- sure. Thanks Suzuki-kun,” he mumbled back, reaching out to quickly grab the offered note, attempting to slip the piece of paper into his pocket without looking. Perhap he could still get himself out of this mess…

“Aren’t you going to read that? It’s from Hase-san, you know.”

Dammit. Why did his usually sleepy classmate have to be so sharp when it came to this? “I was just going to,” came Takemichi’s weak reply, tinted with obvious despair. There was no avoiding or denying what was written in a surprisingly neat print on the inside of the folded scrap paper: an order to meet back at the “same place” at 11am. The same place? As in that dingy underground fight club where he got beat to an inch of his life? Not only had he been there just a single time and had no recollection how to make his own way back to that hellhole, but 11 in the morning was still class time. How was he supposed to up and leave?

The unvocalized frustration painted on his face must have been misinterpreted by Suzuki, because the unusually enthusiastic boy leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper, envy clear in his tone. “So how did you do it?”

Takemichi startled at the sudden interjection to his thoughts, though fortunately, the drone of his homeroom teacher about one topic or another (he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention) was enough to drown out any sound that escaped his lips. “Sorry?”

“First, Boss comes to seek you out personally, now you’re getting training from Hase-san? Two of the greatest honors. How did you do it?”

Greatest honors? Two? The blond-haired delinquent gave a nervous laugh, eyes shifting away to stare at the ground. Shit. “I-I think there’s been some confusion, a-ahaha…” There was no possible way to break it nicely to the starry-eyed Suzuki that all your Reds wanted with him was to wrangle as much information about the future as they could before discarding his lifeless body. “There’s no training-”

“Hase-san doesn’t train anyone outside of the Wings and his own two Vice Captains,” the Reds’ gang member interjected. “And you’re not even a Red. How’s the training? Are you learning quickly?”

Deciding that he no longer wanted to discuss his upcoming death, Takemichi instead racked his brain for a discussion change. “Uh- Suzuki-kun, don’t you report to Koji-san?”

The awe on his deskmate’s face melted away as the implication of the question set in, giving way to pursed lips and solemn eyes. “Yes, but everyone obeys Hase-san.” A moment’s pause, and then Suzuki hastily corrected himself. “Besides Boss and Furusawa-san, of course.”

Takemichi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Everyone obeys Hase? But isn’t he the First Division Captain?” That would be like expecting Hakkai or Peh to differ to Baji despite them being in different divisions.

“Hase-san’s the First Wing, yes, but he’s also the gang’s de facto commander,” Suzuki explained, keeping his voice down to a quiet mumble that easily blended in with the normal chatter as the homeroom teacher trailed off. “Runs the day-to-day operations for the boss. So if Hase-san gives you an order, you obey. And he personally - personally - asked me to pass you this note and bring you down to the club.” 

With that, the excitement came roaring back onto the other’s face, and Takemichi groaned. So much for topic diversion. 

As if on cue, the lesson bell rang, its shrill, ear-piercing scream marking the end of both homeroom and this conversation. Suzuki stood, swinging his bag casually over his shoulder. “Right, we’re leaving at 10.15 so make sure your bag is packed then. Hase-san despises tardiness.”

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Fuck, he was going to miss his tea with Hina. Lost in his recollections of the recent past, wondering whether Toman or the Red Dragonflies were the worse gang to be a part of, it was the new shadow falling over him that finally tore Takemichi from his memories and musings, though it was too late to avoid the hand that wrapped itself around the scruff of his neck, bodily lifting him from where he had been slumped against the fighting ring’s cage. "No speed, no technique, no strength,” Hase noted blandly, the smoldering cigarette held between chapped lips uncomfortably close to Takemichi’s skin as the older man gave him a once over before dropping him back on his two aching feet. “Can’t last a minute in a fight."

“Ouch,” Takemichi winced, sharply inhaling through his nose, the pain both physical, from landing on his sore and abraded feet, and emotional, from having the quiet part said out loud. Damn, do your guys really need to poke at his weakness like that?

The protest wasn’t lost on Jun, who snorted, lifting his wooden bat to point directly at him from where the Second Wing was lazily sprawled across several spectator seats. “You can barely throw a fucking punch and you’re still fucking complaining during training?”

“I tried! That wasn’t training, that was a curb stom-“

A loud bang cut Takemichi off before he could finish, and the Toman delinquent whirled around right as Hase lowered his leg from where the thick metal bars of the fighting cage were now clearly indented in the shape of his foot. Said man didn’t even bother sparing a second look, moving to yank a well worn chair to the middle of the ring, but the message was clear. If this had been anything but training, the blond-haired boy would have been dead many times over. “Start off from where you stopped,” the blue-haired First Wing ordered, his weary words as steely as the seat he slumped into, the metal beneath letting out a groan of protest at the sudden weight put on its tired joints.

“Fucking showoff,” the baseball player mumbled, though this was promptly ignored by Hase.

No seat for him? Takemichi sighed, opting to lean back against the cage for a bit of support to take the pressure off his feet. Even if neither of the two were clad in the usual red, he still very much felt the exclusion. “Well, we covered the first future-”

Jun interjected. “Where there was only Mikey and Kisaki are at the top of Toman and no Red Dragonflies, yes. And then the second future, all those clingy Toman motherfuckers are dead, and you got all fucking emotional where you had to kill that fucking Sano, get the fuck on with it.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jun,” Hase snapped irritably, before waving his free hand at Takemichi as he lifted the other to pull the finished cigarette from his mouth. “Start from there, after your return from Manila.”

The Toman member shivered as those dull gray eyes came to rest once more on him: it was the same thousand-yard gaze from the timeline he was about to recall, the same look Hase leveled straight at you as he pulled the trigger. Somehow, those eyes hadn’t changed despite the events of the future being twelve years away; Takemichi could only wonder what the tired man had already seen. Wondered what you had seen - if anything, your eyes looked too awfully similar to Hase’s, for someone so young. Instead, shaking himself back into reality, the time leaper cleared his throat. “Well, after returning to Tokyo, I found out through Naoto that it was someone called Kurokawa Izana who was the boss of Toman alongside Kisaki. I'd never heard of Izana till then, so Naoto had mentioned that he was going to go back to the station to do more digging, but then we were jumped.” 

The tap of wood against concrete ceased, and with a shriek of cheap plastic from his protesting chair, the Red Dragonflies’ Second Wing leaned forward, bat now propped up between his legs, black almond eyes fixed unblinkingly on Takemichi. Even Hase seemed intrigued, his posture stiffening - the word ‘jumped’ having caught both their attention.

“We were jumped from behind by you, Hase-san.” 

As soon as those words left Takemichi, the loud ‘ha!, followed by the screeching of a chair being forced back nearly gave the Toman member a heart attack, Jun leaping out of his chair and swinging his bat at the First Wing. “I called it! I fucking called it!” He bellowed triumphantly, his screech as piercing as a murder of crows, ringing out over the hum of the large exhaust fans overhead and echoing across the empty betting hall.

But along with that celebration also came a loud groan followed by a thwack as Hase threw his head backwards, bashing it against the metal chair backing, one hand immediately slipping into his pants pocket to pull out that trusty pack of cigarettes. “Fuck me. It had to be me, huh?” The blue-haired man muttered to himself, pulling and pushing a stick into his mouth with a single fluent move. 

“I told you I’ll never work for that fucking rat, not even once,” crowed Jun proudly. “Pay up, fucker.”

The other Red executive sighed, and from the other pocket pulled out a wallet. “At least come up to the cage.��� Takemichi didn’t catch how much had changed hands, but there was no mistaking the size and color of those 10-thousand yen notes being passed between bars. They were betting on the future? Scratch that, the two of them had guessed enough of what happened to make a bet?

Hase grumbled something about blood money going to idiots, but did not return to his seat, instead opting to lean against the bars of the fight ring, gray eyes now fixed on the blood and sweat splattered canvas floor even as he spoke to Takemichi. “Continue.”

“Um- yes so both of us were knocked out, but you said that it was Kisaki that told you that I would be found easily near Naoto. Next thing I knew, I woke up as I was being dragged by my foot alongside Naoto through the corridors of some penthouse, and then Hase-san pulled us into a bedroom.”

All of the celebratory mood was instantly lost, evaporating into the hot summer afternoon and leaving behind a heavy, tense atmosphere; Jun’s face turned solemn once more, and Hase only seemed to age further under the harsh white lights that flooded down from the ceiling. The time leaper swallowed hard - no doubt they could already sense where this was going. He hurried on. “And Izana was there, on the bed, with- with-” But for all his attempts to just keep going, to tell your Red Dragonflies what they needed to know, it was the image of you that came flooding back into the front of his mind. His words failed him. Those dead glass eyes of yours were still staring straight at him from beyond time, haunting him from his memory. 

“With Boss,” Hase finished off Takemichi’s sentence with a mumble, the words slipping from his lips like a prayer.

Takemichi shakily nodded. It was all he had left in him to do, and the boy collapsed back to the ground, his jelly legs finally having given up the last of their strength. Naoto had been right, he bitterly thought as he tried and failed to bite back the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes - this timeline they were headed down was truly the worst future. But what more could he do? The underground ring felt more like a desecrated church in the moment, the enormous concrete bunker forever hidden from the light of the sun falling eerily calm as the sound of the exhaust fans blended into the background, the whistle of wind being forced through narrow gaps under heavy steel doors as if haunted by the ghosts; though from his past lives or of fights past, the time leaper couldn’t tell.

“Keep going. What happened next?”

The rest of the tale spilled out of the weary time leaper as a whisper, but it was enough for the other two present to hear every horrid word and detail relayed: about your scars and bruises and Izana’s obsession over you, about your dead mind still trapped in a living body, about the white-haired man shooting a future Naoto before trying to get you to turn the gun on Takemichi. About how it was Hase that finally put you to rest, about Furusawa’s death by ambush, and then Jun’s and of countless others at said First Wing’s hands, and finally how he had a chance to escape to the past before his own untimely end. 

The two older delinquents simply listened on in calm, eerie silence, content with taking in and absorbing the words for now. A tale that was way too specific to be made up yet still lacking a frustrating amount of detail, though neither seemed too bothered by the future Hase’s actions. A moment of silence as Takemichi’s words trailed off, and the three processed everything that had happened so far. The next time Jun spoke up, his tone was completely flat and volume close to conversational, his usual loudness nowhere to be found. “And you say this… Kisaki. He is the one pulling the strings?”

It took Takemichi by surprise, the fact that the loud and crass baseball player could sound so normal, but he still nodded. “Yes, that is what me and Naoto think. Izana mentioned that I was to be Kisaki’s target. And in every future, Kisaki is present as one of the heads of Toman.”

“But so is Mikey,” Hase pointed out. “How do you know it's Kisaki and not Mikey calling the shots?”

The Toman member’s jaw slackened. “But- but-” Takemichi stammered. “Mikey would never do something like that!” The face of the Toman President, framed by blond strands, cuddled into your side and protesting about something inaudible came to the front of his mind, the same boy that would fight through hell and high water for his friends; that Mikey?

An annoyed tap of wood against concrete. “You don’t know that,” the Red Dragonfly’s battle strategist pointed out, his long blond hair flung backwards over a shoulder in an attempt to get the sweat-covered strands out of his face. “That Sano shithead is another persistent factor, plus he’s already a current pest to Boss.”

“It can’t be.” He knew what they were saying was the truth, but still, it wasn’t something that Takemichi could accept - yes, Mikey from the future had been the one committing cold-blooded murder of people he knew and loved, but that wasn’t the real Mikey. That couldn’t be truly the Mikey he knew. “It can’t be Mikey. It has to be Kisaki that made Mikey do it. Or Izana.”

Jun hmmpfed, but fell silent. It was clear that they didn’t trust Toman much either.

Within the cage of the ring, Hase took a drag, exhaling another column of smoke as he pulled the stick from his mouth. “You’re back here to save someone, aren’t you, Hanagaki?”

“H-huh?”

The blue-haired delinquent turned his eyes up towards the giant overhead exhaust fans, the single constant sound that made up the background hum. “That’s why you keep coming back. Someone you lost that you just didn’t have enough time with.” Tired gray eyes turned on Takemichi, that gaze that seemed to see through him and his entire life. A statement, not a question. It was as if he already knew.

Takemichi couldn’t help himself even as he rubbed ever so gently at his tearing eyes. “Hina.”

“A girlfriend.” 

“Oh!” A forgotten detail from twelve years later that had eluded Takemichi quickly returned, and the blond-haired boy looked up. “Hase-san, in the future, you had a boyf-“

The smoldering cigarette butt that came hurling straight at him cut any remaining words off, and would have hit him square in the face if Takemichi hadn’t dodged with an eep.

“That’s enough outta you,” Hase muttered, annoyed, even as Jun looked on suspiciously, though the room quickly returned to the topic at hand. “So the kid we’re looking for is a Kisaki Tetta.”

Jun spat, finally standing from the creaky plastic chair with a curse and pulling a flipphone from his back pocket. “I’ll get that name to Masashi, pull everything we got.”

Both sets of eyes once more slid onto Takemichi, and the blond-haired boy recoiled slightly as Hase took a few steps towards the boy, only for the man to stop right before him to crush the finished stick into the canvas. “You keep him away from Toman, Hanagaki,” Hase drawled, turning on his heel and making for the cage door right as the clock that hung on a far wall struck twelve noon. “We’ll take care of the rest once we find that fucker.”

A soft chime, combined with the screeching creek of worn hinges being forced open brought a sense of relief flooding through Takemichi; he hadn’t even realized he had been holding his breath all this time. His hell was over, at least for today. No doubt it’ll still be a tough slog ahead to save everyone that he cared for, but at least for now, of all the people in the world, the time traveling delinquent had come to realize that these two were perhaps exactly who needed to hear what happened. Instead of facing down the future alone, the events today were enough to tell him that they were who he needed on his side to counter Kisaki - maybe they really had a fighting chance. Maybe they could change the future.

“Suzuki Hisao will inform you when the next training is.” And then that eternally unamused voice that only ever carried the promise of more pain floated over from the doorway, and Takemichi immediately groaned. Great, now he regretted thinking all those good things about those two demons you called friends.

Jun didn’t miss the opportunity to rub it in as Hase strolled off, his bat letting out a muffled yet equally threatening thud as the baseball player swung it to rest once more over his shoulder. “Can’t have you fucking die on us again.”

Fuck him sideways.

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Looking over Shibuya from the rooftop was a vastly different feeling compared to wandering through the city streets below, Kisaki determined, gray eyes peering out from golden-rimmed glasses gazing down upon the unsuspecting passersby below. A skyscraper roof was one of the last places Kisaki thought of coming, and though he appreciated the silence and the privacy away from the hum and drum of traffic, he still couldn’t quite comprehend what Izana meant by light air pressure. Perhaps it was just a thing about the wind that the other enjoyed.

Yet it was the thought of the white-haired Tenjiku leader that led his mind straight back to you, and that mental image of you huddled tight against Izana’s side four days ago was proving impossible to push from the forefront of his mind. Kisaki hadn’t meant to stalk the two of you all the way to your meeting area - and it wasn’t the smartest decision, given how much trouble he had finding his way back out of the industrial area - but he couldn’t help his curiosity. The insistence with which he held you to his side, Izana's obsession with where you were and who you were with at all times, the gentleness with which he bundled you into his arms, completely contrasted with the dark bruises your former lover left you with the moment you stepped out of line.

Of course, he had already heard of the lingering hushed whispers about you and your formidable well before he ever made the acquaintance of Izana, while he was still chasing the invincible Mikey. Who wouldn’t have, even after the briefest dip of their toe into the delinquent world, even if you had already been away for two years? Hell, the constant rumors swirling on when, not if, you were returning were hard to ignore. But Kisaki could never quite find any trace of you despite having paid a handsome sum for an old photo of you, and neither were the Red Dragonflies accepting new members. So with Toman being the new up and coming gang and its undefeated boss Mikey at its helm, they were who the glasses-touting delinquent decided to go with.

But then out of nowhere you returned and were now back in the game. With what he knew, Kisaki was certain that Mikey and control of Toman were no longer the ultimate prize. No, if he were to stand at the top of the delinquent world, it had to be by your side. Not only were you back at the head of a gang that stated and enforced the rules of the delinquent scene in the Greater Kanto region, but you were now living rent-free in both Izana’s and Mikey’s heads: your presence and absence had a direct effect on the ebb and flow of their lives, and he had witnessed it with his own two eyes. After all, why else would the king of Tenjiku play his hand and risk it all just to get you back to his side? Why did Mikey only give him the time of day in exchange for information about you? 

“Plot and play all you like, Kisaki Tetta,” those words echoed in his mind from a not-so-distant past, empty violet eyes staring him down when Kisaki first offered his services to Izana. “Touch her, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Yet despite you seemingly equally enthralled by the two rival gang leaders clad in black and red, making it easy to gain access to you if he stuck with Izana, you were also easily the biggest headache that the blond-haired tanned boy had ever tried to deal with. The Four Wings you surround yourself with, that monster of a right-hand man Mamoru Furusawa, and then for the cherry on top, your extensive network of contacts that spanned every level of society; you yourself were one dangerous foe, and crossing you would not be a fun experience. 

Kisaki couldn’t ask for a better target. This win would be exhilarating.

Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, the mastermind exhaled, allowing himself to clear his thoughts of you and instead turn to take stock of and evaluate the day’s events. As per usual, with the news and information he had brought on you, Mikey had indeed deemed it worthy to grant him an audience, and Kisaki thought he had done a pretty good job riling the other boy up - that crease of eyebrows and flash of anger behind usually empty eyes, the lack of hesitation at accepting his offering of a vial of sleeping drugs. All in all, the blond-haired boy thought as he finally stepped back from the edge, turning to return to the building interior, a good day’s work that is enough to consider giving himself a pat on the back.

Needless to say, he would be elated to finally have the chance to meet you face to face soon.

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The celebratory mood didn’t transcend well back in Yokohama, where the rest of the notorious S-62 generation had gathered atop a similar skyscraper, the brutal heat of the afternoon sun somewhat dissipated by the constant wind and some shade provided by the towering antenna behind.

“Can’t believe we have to listen to that blonde fuckhead,” Shion complained, letting out a grunt as he slumped onto the concrete slab, free hand swatting at the beads of perspiration rolling down the tattooed side of his head. “Thinking he knows better than me.”

Ran, more comfortably positioned leaning up against a wall, raised one eyebrow at the statement. “Didn’t think that was hard to achieve,” the elder of the Haitanis commented lightly. “Rather low bar, in fact.” Rindo nodded, stoic facade firmly in place despite the clear amusement shining through spectacle-framed violet eyes. 

Unluckily for the two, the insult simply bounced off of the former Ninth Generation Black Dragon leader, who shot them an annoyed look. “Don’t ya think it's all junk too? How come he gets to be the boss of us?” A snot, before the boy answered himself. “Fucking no, I say.”

Mochi, who had up till now been sitting cross-legged on the floor, suddenly stood, turning to face Shion with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you questioning Izana’s decision, Shion?” Fighting words that were enough to get the other to backtrack a little, and the conversation on Kisaki quickly died after that. After all, if Izana said so, that it was as such, no matter whether they agreed or disagreed.

The loud, jarring sound of a horn echoed up from congested roads below, cutting through the momentary silence and the peace that the open air brought - it was rare for delinquents like them to have downtime like this, given the conquering mood that their king had been in. To no one’s surprise, it was Shion who once more broke the silence. “I wonder what Izana wants with the Red Dragonflies.”

Rindo let out an unimpressed grunt. “His girl’s the boss,” the younger Haitani stated simply, earning himself an profanity filled exclamation of non-belief from said former Black Dragon President. “I don’t care if you believe it or not, it's true.”

“No fucking way, she left, didn’t she? Quit being a delinquent and all.”

“Not anymore, she returned after the latest president got the boot,” Ran weighed in, backing his younger brother up. “Kicked his ass herself too. We were there.”

“You think we’ll ever meet her?”

Kakucho kept silent, content with simply listening to his fellow executives' increasingly heated discussions about you. He knew better, of course, having been there when Shinichiro first brought you to the detention center to meet Izana, and had been keeping his ear to the ground for news on your movements since then. You hadn’t been worth a glance to the white-haired boy all those years ago, but the same couldn’t be said now, and with how important you were to his hero, his king, as a mere servant, there was no excuse for Kakucho not to know where you were at all times. Yet, above all, the black-haired boy with the scarred eye knew he had an obligation to Izana, to keep his best friend safe, be it from the world or from himself. And whatever Izana thought he was doing with Kisaki in a bid to have you back by his side wasn’t safe - Kisaki wasn’t to be trusted in the slightest, Kakucho knew. He could only hope that his friend would forgive him after the dust has settled for going to you with this information.

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Yet unknown to the Tenjiku executives making the most of their downtime away from the troubles of the streets, it was one of many Tenjiku grunts who had the misfortune of tripping over an awkwardly held white cane as a man in sunglasses breezed by, the loud thud of the boy landing on his ass causing the other to come to a stop. “Sorry, did I trip you?”

“Stupid fuck!” The apology was far from well-received, though upon several red-clad delinquents crowding around the offender, it was clear that he was simply blind. “Watch your fucking cane!”

“My sincere apologies,” Koji offered, dressed simply in a black shirt and jeans and a baseball cap, tapping his cane around in a show. “I didn’t mean to.”

At least it seemed the boys were unwilling to let loose on the disabled, and with a few more profanities, they were on their way, none the wiser to the miniature microphone that had been slipped into one unsuspecting jacket pocket. Bingo, the Third Wing amusedly thought as he turned, resuming his stroll down the busy streets of Yokohama City, before turning the corner and disappearing into a side alley.  Masashi should have a much easier time with his task now.

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“I swear guys, cross my heart, I broke up with Izana two years ago,” you found yourself repeating for the umpteenth time reassuringly, as you bundled a sniffling Kazutora further into your arms, your other arm thrown tightly over Baji’s shoulders. “We aren’t together anymore. I don’t lie, never to you boys.”

“Bbu-but what about those red bastards?” A pathetic tug at your sleeve, as Kazutora sobbed into your chest, your shirt clutched firmly between his fists, a far cry from the rampaging, bone-breaking, unforgiving delinquent he had been just an hour earlier. “You’re going to leave us again,” the boy with the duo-color hair accused, before bursting into tears once more, only for you to smile and run your free hand through his hair.

“I won’t. I really won’t.”

Mitsuya didn’t seem impressed in the slightest, neither by the theatrics nor your answers. “But you were with them earlier this morning,” the Toman Second Division Captain blandly noted. “And you’re still going to meet them tonight. Without us.”

“You also still agreed to meet Izana, where he gave you a wedding ring,” Draken added, the tallest of the boys easily stepping over sprawling legs to pick you up by the back of your shirt, dislodging your clingers and setting you gently back on your own two feet much to the protest of Baji and Kazutora, though the raised eyebrow had you nervously looking away. “That doesn’t sound like breaking up to me.”

You sighed, throwing your hands up in the air. “I have an informant meeting tonight, I already told you boys this. And no, I don’t plan on meeting Izana alone again, let alone marry him. Ever.”

Despite it being a negative, the word ‘marry’ instantly triggered another loud bawl from Kazutora, who flung himself at your legs.

Outside, the sky was turning a dusty blue as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, the hustle and bustle of traffic from the city center fading away along with the dying light. 

Yet for all the shenanigans going down, there was one notable exemption from the usual party, a blond-haired figure sitting a distance apart from where you and everyone else had gathered. You had returned exactly on time as you had promised, Mikey dully noted from where he was leaning up against the far wall of your room, empty abyss eyes staring blankly down at the taiyaki clutched in one hand. It had been five days since the Toman President had learned about your scars from Kisaki, and four since he had seen them with his very own eyes, the vileness that tainted your being, that you had hid from them all these years. You, their precious Toman princess, who Mikey had revered as his friend, as someone he would do anything for. You did not belong only to him.

The darkness settling over the land masked the same blackness that now tinted his eyes as Mikey looked up. You had caught his gaze and returned a gentle smile, but did nothing more than that where you would have usually beckoned him into a hug and forehead kisses; no doubt your relationship with Mikey was rocky at the moment, to say the least. And despite your efforts to patch things up, whatever you did was never enough, not with all that was at stake. Kisaki was right - to be able to keep you by his side forever, he - they - needed to get rid of the competition. All the competition.

The cold glass of the vial and the rustle of a needle pack tickled his skin as Mikey’s hand brushed past, though the blond-haired delinquent ignored the sensations only to pull out his phone. Soon. To start with that white-haired bastard, or with those Red scum? It didn’t matter, of course, not to Mikey. Because if you wouldn’t come quietly to him, then he would have to take everything else away.

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[sucka4pain]

𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺!♡︎

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑥 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Pronoluge.

𝐍𝗼𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝗼𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝗼𝐮

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❝𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢...❞

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: It all broke her. Her first relationship which was really toxic and her parents. She used to be so bright and happy. But, it all changed once she got into her very first relationship and when her parents got into debt. Her parents sent her to get into working despite only being in high school. It all nearly killed her. Her mind broke, causing her to go numb and feel nothing, almost like a doll. She felt like a doll, a toy someone could play with and then throw away when they were not satisfied anymore. Her expressionless demeanor and dull eyes gave it away that she was done with it all. She didn’t believe in love or anything that involves emotion. It was all drained from her, leaving her empty.

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ, ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ~

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs:

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟ

sʜ/sᴇʟғ-ʜᴀʀᴍ

ᴀʙᴜsᴇ (ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ, ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ)

ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ

sᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ

ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

ɪɴᴛʀᴜsɪᴠᴇ/ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ

ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ

ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

(This series is inspired by feel nothing by the plot in you that I’ve been listening to on repeat😭)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

More chapters coming soon…

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: @reiners-milkbiddies, @melou008 @0ffth3rec0rd.

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[meraxesmoon]

Heyy! Can u do Sanzu x teen!fem!reader with daddy issues who looks up to him! (It’s been kinda rough at home lately and this would cheer me up!)Tyy

warnings: yandere content, platonic relationships, me pushing the dad! sanzu agenda again, tw for an abusive dad, trauma responses, it's giving geralt and cirri from the witcher

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There's a lot to admire about Sanzu Haruchiyo, despite what others outside of Bonten say of him. He's loyal, trustworthy (if he trusts you), and he's protective of those he cares about. He may be terrifying to most, but there are a select few that can tolerate Haruchiyo, despite his many flaws and erratic behavior.

So, you can imagine his surprise when Mikey shows up with a roughed up little girl, and she immediately takes a liking to him.

Sanzu doesn't know the full story, all he got from his King was that her father was an abusive piece of shit and she had somehow come into Mikey's care. That most likely meant that her 'father' was dead, and now she was Bonten's kid. Their dynamic starts off rocky, because when she's first brought home, (Name) is terrified, of men especially. Mikey basically hands her over to Sanzu and Kakucho when he's away, they're her main caretakers.

(Name), through the years, becomes especially close with Sanzu and follows him around like a baby duckling. She admires him highly and believes him to be high above men.

I imagine that she doesn't call him dad or anything, but it's pretty known that this is Sanzu's kid. He teaches her how to wield a katana and self-defense. Obviously, he tries to keep his less savory hobbies away from her, but it's like a found family.

Dad! Sanzu is the best!

the way i ran to write this omgggg

i would hug you if i could bby <3

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