It's a takoyaki world!

Not sure if I ever posted this fanfiction here (many years ago), but here I am, doing it now.

I thought I was done writing and finishing it back then in 2021, out of a drabble I started writing in 2020.

I'll say it straight: it had indeed started out just as a stupid smut fanfic about the many (too many) different hairstyles Ohkura had sported during those years. It had seemed to me that he had gone way too crazy about it, at one point (read = Ryo leaving K8).

But as just too smutty as it might seem at the beginning, that fanfic had grown on me. There was more behind, to me, in the end. It was finished, but I didn't seem to be ready to post it at Ao3 and around.

This year (2026) I've spent a few months to revise this fanfic completely, to edit quite a lot the existing chapters and to expand the story with so many more events and psychological insights.

I might feel quite ready now. I hope you'll enjoy as well <3

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Chapter 1 - Flushing Pink (Ryo Nishikido / Tadayoshi Ohkura, Ryuhei Maruyama, K8/Super Eight, smut, introspection, romance. Very explicit)

As the elevator takes him to the eighth floor, Ryo feels a little bit nervous, his neck even more painfully stiff than usual.

He knows he's had no other chance than to humbly accept Maru's gift card; his friend and colleague is too precious and trusted to be questioned.

At the same time, he honestly had no idea such a present would have meant accepting deep massages and no further specified other 'services', held in the intimacy of the rooms of such a luxurious hotel, The Johnny's Palace.

Ryo felt intimidated to say the least, when stepping in.

A tall, western building bearing a clear ancient European aesthetic in its design and Italian marbles everywhere; old-style furniture and expensive vintage upholstery, judging from what he had just spotted in the warmly lit hall. They provide an undoubtedly cozy vibe all around, a good kind of one indeed. The kind of one that is no good for very other reasons, in truth.

Noticing his severe frown, Maru had insisted so much, saying he had tested himself the quality and skills of the operators there; he had assured him that Ryo's tired back would benefit immensely from such a treatment.  

Even so, Ryo is unsure how to behave when he reaches the front of Room 88 and opens the door; it's a dimly lit wide room, painted in cream and aqua green, with a king-sized bed to one side and antique furniture on the other walls.

There's a tall guy welcoming him inside, a young man standing beside the bed and bowing courteously at him.

"Good afternoon. I'm delighted to meet you, Nishikido-san", he introduces himself, in a nice and polite voice. "I'm Ohkura, and I will be in charge of taking care of you today."

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Chapter 2 - Crimson Red

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Chapter 3 - Pastel Unicorn

Meguro Ren has just come back from Paris: the romantic aura of the capital city struck him hard, so that he’s feeling very in love, quite determined and definitely horny. Michieda Shunsuke is pretty unaware of all that.

Meguro Ren/Michieda Shunsuke (Snow Man /Naniwa Danshi / JE). Note: set in 2023 after Meguro’s first visit to Paris with Raul and before Micchi’s depart to South Korea for the promotion of his Kon’ya movie.

When the doorbell rings, Michieda sighs.

"Comin', coming!" he replies aloud, even if he knows nobody will hear him, and that there's nothing he can do to inform the visitor that he's currently digging both hands into Lala's not-exactly-neat litter.

He cleans himself the best he can, disposes of the plastic gloves, and opens the door without even checking the intercom.

"Hello. I was almost thinking you would prefer me to turn on my heels," Meguro Ren sniggers, beaming with a chuckle.

"Meguro-kun?! Eh?! Weren't you supposed to arrive tomorrow? Er, but wait, what day is today, wait a sec..."

Meguro chuckles again.

"May I come in, or is it a bad moment?"

"Eh? Sure! Ah, but wait, Lala just made a disaster out of her bedding and I stink of poop, so please just make sure that—"

He doesn't even finish his sentence when Meguro's arms start pulling him into a warm hug.

"I missed you."

"But I stink—"

"You do not stink. You smell of Michieda-kun. And I missed Michieda-kun's sweet scent a lot."

Michieda blushes, despite relaxing a little bit in those arms and allowing his chin to rest on Meguro's shoulder.

"So... how was Paris?"

Time for a kiss has come, finally.

Meguro Ren/Michieda Shunsuke (Snow Man /Naniwa Danshi / JE) + various. Dialogues, misunderstandings, senpai/kohai, fluff, first love

Ren and Shunsuke ~ Encore.

"Meguro-kun, you needn't. Please."

"I want to."

"This is super embarrassing."

"That is the reason why I asked Michieda-kun to keep his eyes closed."

"O-okay... thank you, Meguro-kun. But that's unfair anyway."

"Sure it is. I'm keeping Michieda-kun trapped in a toilet, sure it's unfair. I just hope Koji will never know a thing about this. He'll kill me."

Michieda giggles softly.

"He won't. He said he loves me too much, and Meguro-kun is also one of those included into his top list."

It's Meguro's turn to giggle.

Kyujiro is cold, and Yamanami's loss is still too hard to deal with, but Daisaku is there for him.

Kimi to yukite - set after eps 15-16 so beware of spoilers (?)

-Daisaku-

"... Daisaku?"

He blinks, opening his eyes wide.

Within the bedrooms of the Shinsengumi headquarters, Kyujiro's voice is a barely audible whisper in the black of night.

The softest whisper ever.

And yet, the way he pronounces his name is steady and crystal clear, without any falter.

It makes his heart flutter, which should not make sense, in a logical way; but he's long stopped wondering why it would, in the end. He simply enjoys hearing its heartbeat the way it is, safe and sound, secluded in his chest.

"... Mh?" he murmurs slowly. Trying hard, so hard, not to sound too rushed, too eager to reply.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope... not yet."

Not that night. Not after he got to finally, finally, finally reconcile with the Kyujiro he had long lost and sought.

The pure Kyujiro who had never carried a katana. The boy who had taught him how to genuinely enjoy the simpleness of life again. The one tainted and cursed by Gengo's spilled blood.

He could not stop living and living and living the moment again in his mind.

A surreal nightmare leads to a heated debate between Hijikata and his commander. What if Kondo's reputation might be at risk?

** Kimi to yukite saku - Kondo Isami/Hijikata Toshizou **

"Kondo-san?"

"Mh?"

"I inform you that I will really have to commit seppuku, this time."

"EH?!"

"Something really terrible happened to me. I am guilty, and-"

"Wait, Toshi, wait. Please wait. Please explain."

"I'm not worth of having Kondo-san listen to me while I try to explain something this awful, and-"

"Please take a deep breath and explain."

"But-"

"Do I have to order you?"

The commander suddenly gives his right-hand man a surly, threatening look.

"Certainly not."

"Good. Now please tell me everything."

"It's... I had a dream. And I dreamt about you, Kondo-san."

Kondo frowns openly.

"I am afraid I don't get it. Is it such an ominous thing to dream about me? Am I that bad in your dreams?"

"Definitely not. Quite the contrary."

It's festival time, in Kyoto. They're out for an informal evening, sharing hopefully sweet memories of a summer that maybe won't ever be the same again in the near future, should they take up more police duties as Shinsengumi members. As they relax, Kondo has (also improper) thoughts.

The (awesome) S1 KimiYuki finale left me with so many conflicting emotions, to the point I really needed to hope for the best for the guys. Yeah I know that we all know that history does not agree with my hopes, but please let me dream, at least. The story is set slightly before the Ikedaya incident.

Toshizo looks hot.

Quite a lot, Kondo has to admit to himself, as he watches his deputy stroll quietly along the Kamo riverbanks with their comrades, wearing comfortable yukatas and geta clogs.

They're out for an informal evening, sharing hopefully sweet memories of a summer that maybe won't ever be the same again in the near future, should they take up more police duties as Shinsengumi members.

The night in Kyoto is thick with the traditional humidity of July; the sky is clear and carpeted with stars, though. Even the mere fact of being simply alive feels nice, thus being able to enjoy what youth has to offer.

There's Yamanami in a dark green robe, squealing here and there and everywhere like the mother hen that he is, and there's the pretty Daisaku ignoring him just like usual, wearing a nice violet blue attire.

There's Kyuujiro casting huge puppy eyes to everyone and everything around him, confessing to them all that he's always been so busy helping out at his father's place, during matsuri periods, that he's rarely had the chance to spend a full evening out with friends.

There's Saito staying silent as usual but strolling nonetheless with them, glancing with intense eyes at Okita beside him, the latter wrapped up in a crimson red yukata embroidered with sumptuous pink and black flowers.

The young swordsman looks so fascinating that he draws all the attention as he simply walks his way down the riverbank sides, so it's no wonder that Saito always feels like guarding him from curious and prying eyes around them.

And then there's Toshizo, who looks at all of them with the benevolent eyes of a father; well, almost, for he's also scolding Sanosuke as the latter tries to awkwardly seduce a pretty young girl nearby. 

Toshizo frowns slightly when Namunosuke is about to take Shinnojo in his arms for the umpteenth time, but eventually resolves not saying a word in the end, folding both arms over his chest with a deeper furrow marking his brows.

Kondo chuckles.

They all look so carefree it's almost painful to think they have all decided to commit themselves for a greater but also definitely brutal sake; their future might probably be grim, should they not succeed...

(keep reading @ao3 )

A present from Hijikata, on a very special day.

Drabble written for Takano Akira's birthday (22th July) about his role as Kondo Isami in the 2024 drama series Shinsengumi ~ Kimi to yukite.

It wasn't until Hijikata silently lied down beside Kondo's futon, in the latter's bedroom, that the Shinsengumi leader opened his eyes; the full moon shone outside the paper walls, casting pale flecks of light on both of them.

"Hey..."

"You shouldn't let your guard -this- down," Hijikata frowned, "should it have been a Choshu clan rebel, instead of me, you'd be more than dead by now."

"True," Kondo replied, "but I am a human being myself, and this means I have my weaknesses as well."

Hijikata frowned even more.

"Do you mean I am one, to you?"

"Not at all..." Kondo replied, hand reaching out to touch Hijikata's sleeve, "It's just that you're the only one my senses do not get an alert about, even whenever I'm at my weakest."

"Should I get offended?"

"An alert about danger, I mean."

"Maybe I could get offended even more, you know?"

Kondo chuckled and gently seized Hijikata by his waist, pulling him onto his own futon, above him.

Early twenties, Osaka/Tokyo. Ryo gets invited in Tokyo by his longtime childhood friend Jun. There, he’ll get to know a whole new world.

Notes: Historical fic, chaptered, TORN + Matsujun, Kanjani8, Arashi, gender-bender, crossdress, romance, rotating first-person POV. 

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Diva Nishikido-san has come to visit us today as well, during our rehearsals in the afternoon; no-one but Matsumoto-san is usually admitted here during such span of time, but his dear friend has been coming on daily basis for a few time already.

Nishikido-san is a fortunate man, if he is truly this able to divert his attention from his business just in order to waste it fully here, to admire us while we do correct our postures or the little flaws of our choreographies.

I have seen him frowning in a serious way when looking at us, taking notes several times on a notebook, and studying the way we move around the stage. Today he is bearing no notebook with him, though.

Meguro Ren thinks he's going to spend a quiet evening at his boyfriend's place. It's April 1st, though, and Michieda Shunsuke has other mischievous plans. Once in bed together, they should have been done with the Sailor-thingy talk. But they're actually not.

Meguro Ren/Michieda Shunsuke (Snow Man /Naniwa Danshi / JE). Fluff, UST, comedy, cosplay, eventual smut

It's such a pleasure, stroking Michieda Shunsuke's silky strands of hair, that Meguro Ren is quite sure he could never get tired of doing that.

Especially when chilling off lazily in bed after some well deserved... gym activity for adults that his mind somehow still refuses to call it by its own name.

The thought alone makes him more embarrassed than he should, as naked as he is lying down together with his boyfriend, so he files any improper image away and decides to give voice to some other joint activity instead.

"... Michieda-kun?" he tentatively asks, almost in a whisper.

"... Mh?"

"Sorry, were you sleeping?"

"Nope," the boy replies, "If I have to confess... I was utterly enjoying Meguro-kun's gentle caresses."

"Oh."

It does still make him sheepish and shy, that blunt side about him that mirrors so much his own.

Michieda shifts a little, shrugging.

"But isn't Meguro-kun tired? Wishing to get some sleep? I should move, so that-"

"Don't, please," Meguro replies, tightening his grip behind Michieda's nape, before the latter might decide to crawl away from his nestled position on his shoulder.

When Ren and Shunsuke are finally one before the other, an unexpected version of Micchi appears...

Meguro Ren/Michieda Shunsuke (Snow Man /Naniwa Danshi / JE) + various. Dialogues, misunderstandings, senpai/kohai, fluff, first love

Shunsuke and Ren

"Michieda-kun? Michieda-kun?!"

A strangled noise escapes Michieda's throat, and he quickly covers his mouth with his hand.

It's supposed to be the gentle and soothing voice he'd love to hear every minute and day and basically every moment of his life, without ever getting tired.

And yet, of all voices, it's the last one he wants to hear right now.

It's embarrassing to say the least, as locked as he is in a toilet, with Meguro Ren on the other side of the barrier.

"Michieda-kun... is that really you inside here? Can you... do you feel like answering? Are you alright? Oh, gosh... I might sound this ridiculous... it must be a stupid question to address to someone who is closed up in a toilet, right?"

"I-It's... not," Michieda squeaks. "Meguro-kun... you shouldn't… should not be here..."

Meguro Ren chuckles, outside.

"First of all, I'm glad it's you, Michieda-kun."

"Eh?"

Ever wondered how the Aotake members found out about the resident couple?

Kakeru x Haiji, Kazetsuyo, fluff, crack, comedy, Aotake squad

There's that one time when they're languidly snogging in the quiet darkness of the bathtub at Aotake, lukewarm water lapping their shoulders as Kakeru and Haiji both reach out for each other's; suddenly, the sliding door opens and the couple is caught staring at a naked figure before them.

Musa's big eyes widen to no end, and his cheeks redden at once as he tries to suppress a cry. The next moment, a merry and bright-smile Haiji is eagerly inviting him to join them in the water; they’re done, he claims, feigning indifference and pretending there’s no possible embarrassment within Musa’s gentle soul.

Musa gently refuses, bowing profusely and excusing himself; once safe behind the sliding door he tells them he'll patiently wait until they'll be done for real, and he will keep the secret about them, of course.

“Which secret?” Haiji asks furrowing, and Kakeru merely sighs.

They've longed for it long enough, and they're finally there: taking a walk together, on a peculiar place, on a special day. A Tanabata fanfic.

Meguro Ren/Michieda Shunsuke (Snow Man /Naniwa Danshi / JE). Fluff, first love, awkward flirting, teasing, first kiss, Tokyo & Rainbow bridge

*Blip*

Michieda Shunsuke taps the latest notification on the display of his mobile, chewing his lip when he notices who the sender of the message is.

"Hello. Should Michieda-kun have some teeny tiny spare time today, may I humbly ask him to maybe join me for a walk?"

There's a relieved groan melting distinctly with a gulp of pleasure in his throat, which he immediately silences by covering his mouth with his hand.

He reads the message again, as if wishing to learn that sentence by heart. As if he had not already. And maybe even imagine how it would sound to hear it coming right from Meguro's gentle voice, were the young man to ask him straight in front of him.

Ah... kind, sweet, generous... and strong-willed, resolute Meguro-kun.

It's the umpteenth message Meguro sends him regarding the very same invitation, and there's indeed a part of him who thinks that at this time it must be pompous of him to decline like he's always and stubbornly done so far.

For the sake of both of them, he's always repeated himself, because how on Earth can he feel allowed to spend private time with the senpai, when there's probably a long queue of people out there who wish to do so and cannot?

He's persuaded himself that this time, though, he wants it to be different.