have fun!

Omori holds his chopsticks in place, the noodles they held slowly dropping back into the cup. Now, he knew his fellow Fangs were inexperienced, but even Kanoh did better for his own first date via a motorcycle ride. He can't believe that even here, Takayama's gonna get completely outdone by Kanoh.

"You're hopeless." Omori shakes his head as he stirs his noodles around. He's definitely the only normal one here. After all, his go-to first date spots are ramen joints.

Takayama could feel his nerves popping out of his forehead and its sides.

"Will you give me a minute to explain?!" Takayama grits his teeth, fists shaking as he stared daggers into Omori drinking the leftover soup of his cup noodles. He takes this opportunity to talk over Omori's slurps.

"The place I plan on goin' to…it's peak oyster season there." Takayama fishes out a brochure from his back pocket and unfurls it, showing the Sentan oysters of Hiroshima Bay. He points to the edible pearls of its oysters.

"These are prestigious, high-quality pearls. Not the bead or jewel kind, but the rare and delicious kind—" He looks up from the brochure and stops his explanation mid-sentence, seeing Omori's narrowed eyes and knitted eyebrows, lips pursed together as if stopping himself from saying anything offensive. He gives him the same stare.

"That is not a date activity, Takayama. And Hiroshima Bay, really?" Cup noodle still in hand, Omori uses his other hand to pinch his nose bridge, letting out a sigh that dragged on for longer than Takayama would like.

"I plan on paying for everything, jackass!" In his rage, Takayama crumples the brochure he's holding, fist itching at the chance to throw a punch near the other Fang.

"Whatever." Omori puts the used chopsticks in the now-empty cup.

"Refer them to me if they say no to a second date."

It took everything Takayama had to not yell even more at him, but alas, he does have a point. Usually, one would ask, what kind of first date activity is fishing? However, you both started off as friends, meeting by chance and hitting it off well. He liked that you were never intimidated by him in his mask and his big, towering stature. He never counted your initial chats and strolls as dates. Dates were supposed to be romantic, right? He didn't have romantic intent then, but seeing how you listened to him about his hobby that he usually did alone, something he never talked about, much less at great length, with anyone, it just…clicked inside him.

He likes you.

He's talked enough of your ears off about fishing, so maybe now's the best time to show you why he likes it, how good he actually is, and to give you an unforgettable experience…and a gift borne from his hobby.

There are no gemstone-quality Akoya pearls in the oysters of Hiroshima Bay, that much he knows. Takayama stares at the contingency plan he has in the middle of his palm, a small pearl, from the first and only Akoya oyster he's ever fished up from his previous fishing trip in Mie. He asked to have it cultured, and after the year-long procedure, came back and was surprised to find it produced two silver-blue pearls, the most highly sought-after variant. What was once historically discarded as imperfections have become something collectors seek and treasure the most. To have two rare occurrences happen was crazy, to say the least.

Selling them would provide him no joy. Sayaka has all the jewelry she could ever want. Metsudo and the young master Retsudo would have no use for such things. Keeping the pearls for himself as a memento was the only ideal thing to do, until he realized just how much he enjoyed being with you. How he felt at ease with you. Around you, he wasn't Metsudo's bodyguard. He wasn't the Seventh Fang. Around you, he was someone you shared both meaningful and mundane conversations with. Around you, he was a friend. Around you, he was just Takayama Minoru.

Around you…

You.

Fuck!

Takayama's eyebrows knit together, the crease between them growing deeper, and he closes his eyes shut, seeing stars in the darkness. His breath seems hotter than usual underneath his mask, or maybe his senses are heightened and this was just the usual. He really did try convincing himself what he felt for you was platonic, but during his days off, he always found himself imagining what to talk about with you next, or what sort of things you'll tell him, may it be something from work or something from your daily commute.

You filled his brain with things to look forward to after his own busy, never-ending workload.

He can't fathom how he fell so deeply and only now just realized it. Well, it was Kanoh who told him what he may be feeling is "something special", and it was Omori who pushed him to finally ask you out on a date. He keeps getting bested—he knows they think he doesn't know, but he's well-aware. And he was so preachy and over-the-top with instructing Kanoh on first dates. To think he would turn the tables around on him this drastically alongside Omori. The only payback he can think of is pulling off a fishing date as a first date, but he opts to set his competitiveness aside and do his best to make sure you'll be comfortable and have a great time.

Fishing.

In Hiroshima Bay.

With him.

Alone.

With just the sea and birds as your music.

Maybe he really did set himself up.

~ 🐟 ~

"Takayama-san, can you hold the phone instead?" You give up trying to angle your cellphone as the front camera couldn't completely capture Takayama no matter how far you stretch either of your arms. He looks at the phone in your hands, furrowing his brow and staring intently at the device. Once you see the puzzled look on his face, you're quick to chuckle, flashing him a grin. "It's okay! Just click the white button at the center."

Takayama's eyes widen for a split second before he shakes his head to snap himself out of his trance. "O-of course."

You smile to yourself, thinking of a way to tease him. He wasn't always the most tech-savvy, so maybe you can confuse him a bit.

"Or you can just hold it and I can hold my hand up. It can take the picture for us automatically with a timer."

Timer? Hold your hand up? Phones can detect such a thing and act on its own accord? Takayama is lucky he has his mask on, otherwise, you would see his mouth agape. He positions the phone in a way that the both of you could be sufficiently in frame, though, with you at this far angle, you look tiny and you have to look up. Without hesitation, you move closer to Takayama, your head near his chest. "Our first date and fishing trip. Cheese!"

Takayama freezes and his head whips down to look at you at the speed of light, eyes widened. You hold your hand up and once the camera detects the motion, you smile and pose with two peace signs near your cheeks.

Your first date's picture has Takayama's gaze fixed onto you, frozen in shock, while you posed cutely.

~ 🐟🐟~

Takayama feels more conscious than ever about how he presents himself. Is he standing up straight? Okay, he's not hunched over. Is he holding the fishing rod too tight? Okay, he's not gripping it so much so that it's shaking. Maybe he's overthinking things and he needs to calm down, but with you being there right next to him, holding the fishing rod he picked out specifically with you in mind, he can't help but be nervous. Things seem to be going well. You've been enthusiastic with him this entire time, oh, but maybe it's just because you feel bad for him? Perhaps you only agreed to this out of basic courtesy (since he did pay for everything).

He frowns, thinking that you're only hanging out and conversing with him all this time because you feel bad for him. You've always been so nice and considerate to others, blending in easily with any group, always knowing what to say, making sure you accommodate everyone, so maybe you're treating him "just like the others". Maybe you don't feel the same way.

Maybe he only fell for you because you were nice to him? But, no! That doesn't seem right.

Takayama's gaze shifts to your busy state, eyes concentrated on the bobbing tackle, not knowing you want to impress him by landing even just one catch.

He's reminded of your tenacity and hardworking nature. How someone can be so kind, loving, friendly, considerate, yet resilient and able to stand their ground, he just doesn't know. He likes how you're always so enthusiastic in sharing your stories with him, encouraging him to do the same. He wasn't sure at first, but with your coaxing, eventually you both talked each other's ears off, each hangout ending with knowing more about the other and yet, still wanting to talk and learn even more. Takayama isn't the type to want flings or anything casual. Maybe he really is too serious, but he truly does see a future with someone like you. At this age, he doesn't have the time and headspace for anything that's not serious. With everything he's gone through in life, being orphaned and being adopted into a life of endless training, perhaps he has the right to think he loves someone on the first date…given that you've spent a lot of time with him already as good friends.

Without thinking, Takayama blurts out his name.

"Huh?" You take your eyes off your bob and look up at Takayama.

"M-my name," He stammers, clearing his throat before continuing, "Please call me by my first name."

You blink a few times, only the sound of the sea's waves filling the air. If not for that and the rocking of the fishing boat, it would feel as if time had stopped, with Takayama waiting for your response while he's also processing what he said, and you being caught off-guard by his sudden request.

He thinks he fucked up.

Before he could open his mouth under his mask, as if on perfect cue, you give him a smile and nod.

"Okay, Minoru."

When was the last time Takayama was called by his first name? Could it really be as far back as when it was bestowed upon him by Metsudo after being taken in? A name easy to write for its simple strokes, perfect for someone who had no formal education, but as a consequence, does not bear any special meaning. If it were written in kanji, it would have.

Hearing his name roll off your tongue so naturally, the way you say it with no hesitation, he knows his Minoru is special in a way only the both of you know.

~ 🐟🐟🐟 ~

By late afternoon, Takayama has reeled in a lot of oysters, some sea breams, and a large rockfish which you made him hold up so you could take a picture. You teased him for a bit, telling him he doesn't need to hold his hand up for this picture.

"Just do the usual thumbs-up that fishing guys do!"

Unamused, Takayama just shakes his head in his mind and does as you say. He remembers that, with you, he can let go of other responsibilities and be "a fishing guy" in your eyes. It's odd, but it makes him feel happy and warm.

In your case, your fishing netted you some shijimi clams and oysters…and a few anchovies. It's not bad for your first fishing trip with him! As you walk together side-by-side by the boardwalk, Takayama asks you to go on ahead in his car or stay around the gift shop while he gets help in gathering your catch together and aiding in cleaning and bagging them in coolers.

"Please. I don't want my beautiful date to have to pack fish." You tilt your head, staring up at Takayama. He seems unusually forward after getting off the boat. You'd gotten used to being the one calling him cool and strong, so being called beautiful on an established date feels novel and meaningful—a big deal. The more you think about it, the more you feel shy, and the more the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings.

Brushing off your surprise, you just give him a chuckle, eyes avoiding his, opting to give in to his request. "Oh, fine. I guess we already had a great time out there." Takayama's gaze softens, his posture less tense. As much as he'd like to hold your hand, the right moment's still not quite there yet.

"I'm glad…I thought you'd hate it."

Your jaw drops, mouth agape, and Takayama thinks he's offended you, disbelief written all over your face. Before he could ask for your forgiveness, you lightly nudge his arm and let out a laugh. "Are you kidding? I love the sea!"

And, with that, Takayama is sure. Your last imperative of inviting you out again only made him fall even more. His gift to you will come in handy in the future he's envisioned for the two of you.

Once you're near the gift shop, Takayama pushes the door open for you, letting you walk inside before him. Even the interior smells like the breeze of the ocean, just easily wafting through the air-conditioned shop. Besides bait and tackles being sold, painted boat models, magnets of fish and pictures of Hiroshima Bay, you see lots of oyster-themed souvenirs, your favorite being the interactive plushie with a smiling pearl inside.

"Oh, before I go…" You snap out of your trance and see Takayama fishing something out of his pocket. He brings out his hand, seemingly eager to keep it into a fist. His free hand grabs yours, calloused compared to your smooth palms. He takes a deep breath, and breathes out the tension and nervousness he's feeling. Takayama's other hand drops something on your palm and closes your hand before you could even look at what it is. His hand entirely envelops your fist, and you strain your neck to look up at him. You can't tell what his expression is given his mask, but his eyes look serious.

"Please, accept this. I apologize in advance since I won't take no for an answer."

His hand lingers on your clenched fist, finally finding the courage to hold it as his thumb circles your knuckles. He can't believe someone like him is in the presence, much less holding the hand of someone as kind, warm, and wonderful as you. Here he is, from the streets, to being "a fishing guy" on a date with you.

As much as Takayama would love to savor the moment with you, fresh fish need to be taken care of and packaged immediately. He coughs, trying his best to clear the air for a segue.

"I'll be right back." With a mention of your name, Takayama nods before he leaves the gift shop. You walk closer to the display window and see him walking back to the pier and the boat.

You look down at your hand, filled with anticipation to see just what exactly Takayama gave you. Slowly, you unclench your fist and see a small, iridescent silver-blue Akoya pearl.

If someone's being rude to you though, he'll let them off with a warning (and they'll feel his heavy intimidating aura) and whisk you away somewhere else. If he seees you dealing with unwanted romantic attention, he probably secretly knocks the person out (like that chapter where he just knocked everyone out by walking past and behind them lol) and takes you out somewhere to eat or stroll.

Sometimes he just turns up in front of your door or already inside your house, lounging on the couch, watching TV and eating salted egg potato chips. Yan becomes extra stressed when Wulong gets in a relationship. He doesn't like his time with you being interrupted, so he always calls or, in the worst scenario (only for Yan), sends him a text to not look for him. He wants to spend time with you, observe you, eat with you, look at you, and get you to "teach" him cuddling.

It's been inferred by Rino that he doesn't have romantic or sexual desires since her abilities don't affect him, but in actuality, he just rarely shows that kind of interest. Living for 5000 years makes you indifferent to such things, but when he does get invested, it's random and checks out with his whimsical nature. Wulong does what he wants whenever he wants (a big reason why The Worm fear and worship him). As such, Wulong loves whoever he wants whenever he wants and will stay with them.

I've seen a JP yume writer write Wulong as a low-tier husband due to him wanting to be with you forever—that is, practicing Huisheng and transferring both your minds/memories to your clone. It's fascinating to think that Wulong will command The Worm to clone you (likely without your knowledge), and by the time you know, he's already asking you to transplant your brains together into your new bodies and live together forever as a couple. Now, if you voice out that you don't want to do that, he'll outwardly say he respects it, but inside, he's grappling with the reality that you're mortal. He was ready to help you practice his breathing technique to stay young, ready to live life with someone finally beside him…well, best to do that now, hence his apprehension to having his time with you interrupted. He bounces back from this eventually, but he still tries to bring it up on rare occasions, hoping someday you'll change your mind. He loves you. You're his. This is the best way to establish that you belong to him—being with him forever.

"Connector, we must spectate a match by the Kengan Association," Yan knows deep inside that it's futile, something's changed in that fucker's brain chemistry, so he's 99 percent sure Wulong will protest. "Oh? But that will take time off hanging out with—", and there it is. Yan hears your name fall off Wulong's lips yet again. He should have known. He tries to cope, conditioning his mind that this is better than Wulong getting in random fights or getting lost. Though, if this is already such an obstacle now, it's definitely going to get…heavier the more time goes by. "You can just attend the last match to see who'll be the champion, then." This is the closest to a compromise Yan can hope to achieve, and all he gets as assurance from Wulong is, "I'll think about it." Well, that's that. He'll be alone. Maybe he can call up that person who helped him with Wulong from before…

If you're just as chill and laid-back as him, then you might face little problems as opposed to, well, not being chill. If you're whimsical like him, maybe even better! Someone who doesn't question things too much or deeply would probably be good for him. He wants to take you out to a new Hainanese joint? Okay. There's a new Vietnamese cafe and he wants to take you with him? Alright. Why, out of his 5000 years of living, did he choose to date you and fall in love with you? Well, that's something only he can answer, and even then, all you can wring out of him is, "Because I like you." "Why?" "I just do…Do I need a deep reason?"

Delving deep into this weird sage's psyche, he'd likely fall for someone who's not scared of or threatened by him—someone who treats him as just some guy, maybe someone with shared interests, just as how Joji treats him as a drinking buddy. I like to think this is genetic amongst all his clones, Tiger, Ohma, Ryuki, and The Consecutors included. Love them for who they are and the bond you form and share, not for what strength they can provide!

No dating from anyone in The Worm.  It's canon he doesn't like the burden of being their object of reverence and the power that comes with it (Remember he told Yan and Ji's father to just release the Consecutors rather than keep them captive to train them…based entirely on his whims and probably because there's not much point in keeping around "failed" clones who won't be of any use or entertainment to him). He just wants someone who can bond normally with him. And to have someone match him in fighting, of course! He's got Joji and Ohma for that. Kuroki if he's willing.

In an intimate relationship, Wulong seems to be a selfish lover—in a twisted sense. His own feelings are what matter. He assumes his feelings are the same as yours and if you don't feel the same way, he knows you eventually will. Humans, like animals, are creatures of habituation, after all. Expose them to something long enough that they get used to it, then they won't see it as unpleasant or a threat anymore. It becomes their norm.

He doesn't really speak with emotions. Does not sound or get sad and angry. It doesn't mean that he speaks in a tacit, deadpan manner, nor does he speak in a way actors don't know how to voice-act, he just says things as is. The most that can happen is his voice gets lower.

The only times he ever got angry in his life were dealing with pests like Mukaku and Luohan; when he's relentlessly pursued by "lowly scum", anyone who disturbs his peace and whims. Again, never gets angry, sad, or disappointed with his romantic partner.

A relationship with Wulong is never going to be normal, as he is a near-immortal being revered and feared by The Worm and has lived for many millennia. You can't expect normalcy going into this as he has a different view of what "normal" is.

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Has not had a sex drive in millennia. Before cloning and after being desensitized, he probably saw procreation as a normal necessity (habituation!!!) so he could have the next suitable vessel to Huisheng into. If not his offspring, probably a sibling's offspring, or a grandchild, great-grandchild, it really depends on which vessel would be best for him. Wulong's whole deal has weird implications (imagine your dad "becoming" your grandchild, grandnephew, great-grandchild, etc.) and is very mind-boggling to think too much about.

That doesn't mean he's inexperienced, quite far from it! He's got 5000 years of martial arts knowledge…alongside other things.

This is also something in common with the notable Shen clones we know, but he only gains a sex drive when he's in a relationship with someone. A whole new side of life opens up to him again—in a more modern time, no less! He's gonna want to catch up on the latest external tools.

Will have Yan accompany him to buy sex toys. The first time he didn't, Yan ended up looking for him in every adult store in the area (where Wulong said he would be) and found him asking clerks if he could "test any of it out", holding a pocket pussy.

"Look, Yan. This is called a Tenga Egg. Would you like one too?" Before Wulong could say, "You definitely need it", he was pulled away by the collar, Yan dragging him away from the store. He must absolutely keep this a secret from Fu Zhan. Just a boss and the immortal being his organization reveres buying sex toys together. What could be more normal than that? Wulong's "I feel closer already," versus Yan's "Please, Connector, just stop talking." A natural consequence of this is Yan knowing too much than he'd like (a.k.a., knowing about it in the first place) about Wulong's sex life.

He is a grower, not a shower. 17.8 cm / 7 inches, circumcised, pale which gets more pinkish as you reach the tip. There's a particular long vein that runs from the base and near the head. Tracing your fingertips over it will make his cock twitch, evoking a nonchalant "Oh," from him. Has a slight curve to it. Gravity can't pull him down! He doesn't look big at first, but when he's finally erect, you see that he's also a bit girthy. Has a slight bush and doesn't shave often. When you get to his age, you won't really care anymore.

A master at foreplay and prepping. He's…intense. He stares a lot, watches you so, so intently, and analyzes your reactions. The quickness of your breath, your airy gasps, your sudden twitches, that's when he knows he's doing something right. Only way to test techniques and principles is by applying them, he knows that very well.

Wulong's calloused hand glides over your cheek, then to your neck. He feels your pulse with his thumb, just below your jawline. Alive. Here with him. At this very moment. It's been too long. He leans closer and places his lips on your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. He hears you exhale, breath quivering as you do so. More. He wants more of you. Only you. There's no one else. He forms a smirk on his face before opening his mouth, licking your neck before biting into it, sucking. He keeps one hand holding the back of your head pulling you even closer to him.

Absolutely loves a reactive partner! Once he knows every possible way on how to make you squirm under his touch, he'll want to test just how far he can push you to your limits.

"You tightened up when I rubbed your nipples. Hm, I see.

"I like it when you squeeze me more like that."

A messy eater and will eat you out until it hurts or if possible, until you squirt all over his damn face. He can do it, he's got thousands of years of experience.

"What do you mean, 'You can't anymore'? No. I know you can keep going."

If you didn't feel intimidated by him before, you definitely will during sex with how much he scrutinizes every action and reaction you make. He wants you embedded in his memory—in him forever. The memories you make together are just as important to him as his techniques and principles. His. You are his. He will never forget that, and he sure as hell will make sure you never forget that fact either.

Enjoys cumming inside you for the sole fact that he loves filling you up with his cum and watching it ooze outside your hole. Just how much can you take? He's got many millennia's worth waiting to be released, so he's not questioning his own limit and load, but how much of him you can handle.

Obligatory mating press mention <3

While others I wrote for like caging you in a mating press to be close to you and to kiss you (for the intimacy), Wulong also likes it because he knows you can see his dick go in and out of you, no matter the pace. Each time you close your eyes shut, furrow your eyebrows, let out a moan, call out his name, it just makes his dick twitch and spurs him on more to fuck you continuously. His gaze is unsettling, but he's memorizing every single detail about you.

Loves positions where he can see your expressions, so besides the mating press, anything where he can look at you directly like spooning, missionary, sideways missionary, and yab-yum (tender cowgirl). More on the vanilla side if you compare him to his Tiger counterpart.

In those positions, likes to whisper he loves you.

"I love you…but you already know that, hm?"

Despite his love of alcohol and habit of eating a lot, his cum doesn't really taste like anything. What living for 5000 years, I guess. May appear thick, but becomes more fluid, thus making it easy to have his cum flow out of you.

Breeding kinks are genetic with his clones, but he's more on the seeing how much he can fill you up agenda than actually impregnating you, unlike certain other clones…

If you do get pregnant, he won't mind. He can brush up on the parenting skills he used to practice many, many years ago. Won't use your kid for Huisheng. Please keep him in check.

Being with Wulong is…interesting. And toxic. Only he can truly understand himself. If you're alright with potentially living together forever with him, then by all means, be with him! Just be prepared to handle The Dragon's intense affection, something his pure clone inherited too.

Because of this, a patient and understanding partner is ideal for Liu. Someone who reads him well despite never saying what's truly in his heart. Someone who takes action even when he has not mentioned wanting something.

I read a JP Kengan yume writer's post on how some Kengan men would think of receiving Valentine's chocolates. The writer wrote Liu as someone who believes that chocolates are something you never ask for from your partner directly and he wouldn't do it. But he would love chocolate from his special someone. He really, really wants chocolates from his partner. He really does, but he won't voice it out. Liu needs a partner who can read him well despite often not saying what's really on his mind. Someone who deeply connects and empathizes with him, someone who picks up signals, not someone who's literal and has to be told what to do.

Liu is aware of his temper and does his best to reel it in so he can avoid dangerous situations. Therefore, during arguments, he's the type to suggest cooling off from each other before talking about solutions. He knows how volatile he can be, and he's learned the hard way many times in his youth what happens when his anger takes over.

Despite this, Liu is very sympathetic himself. Besides befriending Nitoku, he was also the only one visibly concerned and voiced said concerns out when he was told Joji's eye scar was because of a beating from his wife while others shrugged it off or didn't think much of it. Liu's sympathetic with others, so again, a partner with the same level of empathy would be great for him.

Side tangent, he's a pretty thoughtful guy. Remembers any detail you may mention in passing. I say this because when Kim Jang-gi was mentioned, everyone else was scratching their head remembering who he was, but only Liu knew him and talked about him.

From the recent chapters, he definitely has PTSD from consecutively losing his friends, all of whom were connected with the Worm and died before his eyes. Sometimes, Liu thinks had he communicated with them more deeply, he could have swayed them from such missions—missions that ended up guaranteeing their death, or at least accelerated them towards it more.

That being said, if Liu truly feels you're genuine with him and you have no hidden agenda—that you just want to be with him because you love him, he's going to try his damndest and build up courage to finally express himself. He is confident that he can make you happy. He will. But…he's going to need some time to muster up the courage to tell you directly. No poetic, colorful shit that zigzags around the point and ends up never reaching it like Nitoku's shitty writing, Liu thinks to himself.

Because he can get quite busy, your main method of communication is usually through text messages or calls. As practice of expressing himself, Liu always finds himself telling you about everything that happens in his day and what he thought. When he's not training or preparing for a tournament, he likes having dates with you to catch up on quality time.

Dates with Liu would include: eating at restaurants, strolling through the park or pop-up stores or bazaars, teaching you mahjong (a game he played with past friends), cooking with you at home, watching a movie, walking around at the mall, heck, even just braiding each other's hair or you playing with/braiding his hair…he's just happy to spend time with you and be able to chat while doing so.

Hot seat question: Has Liu ever been kissed? Given his lifestyle, women have thrown themselves at him, but he never paid them any attention. He never had the time to form deep romantic relationships (and didn't see the point of them as someone in the martial arts field), so…no. Liu is very inexperienced. He's never been hugged often, either, but he's willing to learn and get used to affection, especially physical.

His past experiences with his friends made him inclined to be overprotective. He's failed many times before, and God knows what he'd do to himself if anything happened to you, especially if it's something he could have prevented or taken action against.

Despite having accumulated money from tournaments, he is frugal and canonically lives in a shabby, almost-empty mansion since all that matters to him is having a roof over his head, a mindset that carried on from his youth ever since he left his parents' "care" (if you could even call it that, if they cared about him at all beyond being a prodigy). Because of this, Liu has no sense of interior design. If living together, he'll leave the task of aesthetics and design to you. If you want a house full of pink color schemes, black, purple, he wouldn't mind, as long as it's something you like. (He might get weirded out with certain aesthetics like cutesy furniture or goth, but hey, better to trust the one with an eye for art and beauty, and that's you.)

He'll get angry if you point out his height or tease him for it. He still gets teased about it (less so now with Naidan and Fei gone). His dynamic with a ragebaiter partner would be interesting, but don't rile him up too much or he'll rupture a nerve and die…just kidding. He'd want to be alone to simmer in his own anger for a bit.

Liu's life was forced on him. His fighting style was forced on him. Leaving home to be on his own and choosing to participate in tournaments are things he chose by his own will. But can his career truly be called his own if the skills he uses in it were forced on him? His friends were the one thing he could truly call his own—made of his own volition, but those he deemed his closest are gone, and one is mentally incapacitated and injured. One could argue the genuineness of those bonds, too. Once you enter his life, get past his walls, and prove your sincerity to him…Dongcheng is finally glad that after so many years of living, he has someone to call his own, someone who freely came to him, someone he freely chose, and someone who will always be with him. He's ready to commit, and hopefully, you are, too. Please don't break Dongcheng's heart.

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He is a virgin. A bit ashamed of it, but come on. His life (so far) gave him no opportunities for sex until you came along. He doesn't like the idea of having sex with someone you're not planning to be in a long-term relationship with. Ideally, it'd be with just one person forever. He will only have sex with someone he plans to marry. Such a mindset suits someone as serious as Dongcheng. As much as he hates to admit it, being traditional has been ingrained in him.

Has tried to jerk off, but he just never knows what to think or envision (before entering a relationship). When he gets hard, he probably just rubs it out quickly in the shower for the sake of calming his erection down. He knows he's in a relationship now, so he can always ask you, but he always feels shy initiating.

Almost six inches (around 5.9 in/15 cm), uncircumcised (naturally), curves a bit upward, has a very sensitive glans (best spot to lick), and is hygienic and well-groomed. Prefers to be hairless down there, but has no preference for his partner. He's just happy to be with someone he loves and someone who sincerely loves him just as much. His hands are very clean and always keeps his nails trimmed, as seen in the extra chapter. Very ideal for fingering and sucking on. (His hands are so sexy…)

Sex is romantic for him. Romance goes hand in hand with desire. The first time you have sex, he cries. He can never fully grasp that someone with freedom to choose chose him out of everyone in the world. Freedom, something he never had...until being with you. He's honored to use his to choose you. As time goes on, he fights back his tears by kissing you.

Ashamed at the idea of being a bottom, even moreso being penetrated, if he'll ever come to being comfortable with it at all. Dongcheng wants to serve and show his love and desire through his actions. He might get comfortable with bottoming, but if you edge him too much, with angry tears in his eyes, he'll take matters into his own hands and go at whatever pace he wishes. Apologizes after, anyways, then blames you for teasing him. He's kind of into it.

"Too rough? Sorry... Well, that was your fault."

Loves giving you oral or eating you out. Was confused at first on what to do, but he just let his instincts take over in the moment. It takes a few sessions, but he gets used to it real quick and grows an affinity for it since he loves pleasing you. Loves licking and fingering you while doing so. Look at this man's hands! (not a want anymore, but a NEED)

On the other hand, he gets really rough when it's the other way around. He loses control easily when you suck him off, so he ends up holding your head in place and thrusting into your mouth. The first time you suck him off, he already lost control. From that day onward, Dongcheng discovered that he's into face-fucking.

Obligatory mating press mention in every Kengan men post <3 it's not my post without one!

Loves kissing you as he cages you in a press, no matter your height, if you're shorter than him, his height, or taller, he doesn't care.

Favorite positions: the lotus, the venus butterfly, the merger, classic missionary, and my mating press agenda <3

It's a given, but he's vanilla. He might get interested in shibari if you tell him about it. He likes its intricacy and the skill it requires.

He takes sex VERY seriously, as expected of someone at his level of seriousness. Not much laughing or even cracking jokes, he's here to show you how much he loves you.

A born martial arts prodigy and has been honed since childhood by endless training, he has a lot of stamina. He doesn't like the idea of forcing you for another round, but sometimes, he can't help not stopping. His hips just won't stop. He apologizes as he continues thrusting.

"I know, I know, but hang on…I can't stop. I really can't, not now…!"

Favorite places to cum include your mouth or inside. Remember, sex is pure love and intimacy for Liu, somewhere where he can channel how much he loves and desires you, so he's gonna want to be a part of you in some way. If able to bear children, he'd be hesitant on having them since he didn't have a normal childhood, but with his freedom to choose and finally having someone he can call his own, he'd be open to the idea eventually once you've tied the knot. He'd like to have a child that was born/adopted out of love, and not any other purpose, unlike him.

Being with Dongcheng requires a lot of patience and understanding, especially regarding his background, what he's been through, his emotions, and his quirks. Still, underneath all that is a man who feels emptiness after losing people he thought were close friends (Fei deemed their friendship trivial, Naidan ultimately chose his mission over him, and Nicolas/Jean-Luc's whole persona was fake and is currently incapacitated, again, with him unable to do anything). He's hoping that you're someone who'll stay with him and choose him through thick and thin. Despite his anger issues, Dongcheng is a good boy. Please cherish him and never hurt him.

□ List the Ingredients

Raian has had teriyaki—many times, even! He loved beef and chicken teriyaki the most. Back in his childhood, his aunt Yakusha joked that if he ate chicken every day, he would grow feathers and wings. That made him back off a bit and eat other (meat) food with his rice. It's a memory he looks back on with fondness, but he would never admit that.

Right now though, he wishes he at least asked Yone or whoever mans the kitchen at the manor about making teriyaki and not just solely focusing on eating it. He had heard in passing that it was easy to make, but glancing through the list of ingredients, there were too fucking many for something considered a dish perfect for beginners. He would rather eat his own skin off than make a quick call back home, though. Knowing his relatives, him calling back to ask about cooking would quickly spread like wildfire, and they would all (correctly) assume he was doing this for someone. There's a reason he never talks to Fusui about his personal life. Last time he did, the entire Kure village ended up knowing he dropped his favorite pencil in the school toilet and had to fish it out with paper. He had to go back to his classroom, get a whole pad, stack the papers together until they were solidly firm and—

Besides ingredients, he also had to list down these unfamiliar "measuring tools" to buy since he was never good at precise tasks. Teaspoons? Tablespoons? Why couldn't he just add however much sauce and condiments he wanted?

Ah, but cooking was no longer about what he wanted.

This was something for you, after all.

☑ List the Ingredients

□ Buy the Ingredients

The sight of a big man in Adidas sportswear going around the grocery, basket in hand, was not a normal sight, and people were terrified. Rightfully so, most especially the clerks. There were times Raian was just going around, aisle after aisle, carefully browsing through each item while looking at his list. He was wasting time doing this and not asking a clerk for specific item locations. By the time he makes a decision, he had circled through half the grocery store. He gives up, swallows his pride, and finally asks a poor store clerk.

"Hey, you." He grabbed the clerk's shoulder and brought the list to his face.

"Help me find these things."

And so, Raian had a designated clerk escort him through the aisles where each ingredient and measuring equipment he needed was. As much as the clerk wanted to run, or at least slip away, it feels like if he did, this big, bulky man would stop him and yank him back. The man was looking through his list and at his basket, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed together. It's enough to make him tremble on the spot.

There's a long pause before Raian speaks up again.

"You sure these are the best ingredients?"

The clerk stutters with his words before mumbling out a "Yes, yes", giving Raian frantic nods to reassure him. Before Raian could ask the most obvious question, the clerk speaks up again.

"My wife and daughter also love shrimp teriyaki, so I don't buy shrimps in the supermarket, or the frozen ones here. I buy it fresh from…"

The clerk writes down the fish market he frequents on Raian's notepad, but Raian only has one thing in mind.

Oh, fuck. A fucking fish market. Lots of fucking people. Why did he not think of this sooner? Oh, shit.

□ Buy Fresh Shrimp

There were fish still in aquariums, likely being prepared to be deboned and scaled, fish in the process of being scaled, fish being deboned, fish ready to be bought and displayed on ice cubes, indeed, most of them were fish out of water.

Raian also felt like a fish out of water.

It was hard enough to find a parking spot for this fish market (he had to circle around a few times before he could finally find a vacant spot), but how was he supposed to find his way through this loudhouse without being called over (more like yelled at) to buy fish? It was a good idea that he left the grocery in the car. He could carefully study the stall name and the route the clerk made for him on his notepad which had carefully drawn instructions, like where he is now, where the stall is, the kind of shrimp he needs to buy, and the recommended grams for it. His tracksuit will end up smelling like fish, but he knows it'll end up moreso when he's already cooking later, which he dreads. For now, he has to face the challenge of navigating the fish market and buying the best shrimps he can.

Raian did his best to be glued to his notepad most of the time, only looking away to inspect his surroundings, checking if he was still on the right route as per the map drawn for him by the clerk. Despite trying to look busy, he was still being called to buy…everything. Fish, fish and shrimp crackers, fish paste, fish sticks, all kinds of roe, seafood ramen, he's lost track of everything he was being offered. He was amazed the vendors never got deterred by his stature and intimidating mug. He kind of admired them for that. A customer's a customer, no matter who or what they may look like, I guess, he thought to himself.

The signage above the rows of fish on ice cubes reads, 'Ueno-sakanaya'.

After finally making it to the stall, Raian couldn't let out a sigh of relief just yet. There was still the matter of actually talking to the merchant. Thinking carefully on how best to approach this, he could just walk up to him and give him the list. Or he could…greet him like he did with the store clerk earlier, and then present the note to him. However, Raian's train of thought is disrupted by a loud voice.

"Hey there! You've been standin' there a while. What can I getcha, young man?" The old man, wearing a white bandanna to cover his hair and sporting blue overalls, slightly dampened by working with fish, with a white t-shirt underneath, waves his hand and calls Raian over. He hasn't decided how he's going to go about this interaction yet, he didn't really expect to be called over, so—

"S-shrimp." Raian, you fucking idiot, he thinks to himself.

"Eh? Whatcha say?" The confused old man raises his eyebrow and leans in closer, hoping for Raian to repeat himself. He remembers your (nagging) words: "Don't be your usual foul-mouthed self around honest civilians just trying to make a living!"

"Shrimp. For…shrimp teriyaki." Raian ends up giving the old man the ingredient list he had alongside the map and instructions drawn up for him by the clerk from the supermarket. The old man narrows his eyes as he reads over the papers, nodding along as he progressed through the list, before finally speaking again.

"Ahhhh. Nomura-san sent ya my way, eh? Here's hoping you become a regular, then!" The old man flashes him a wide grin before ducking underneath the table to get multiple plastic bags before making his way to where his raw shrimps were.

A regular…he wouldn't mind that. Maybe he can get used to shopping around like this if it was always for you.

"Young man, I'm gonna peel and devein these in advance, alright?!" The old man yells as he prepares the shrimps on his cutting board. Money's never an issue, so Raian doesn't mind paying extra for this service. It'll save him time when he finally gets to cooking, which will take up most of his time.

Despite being at the stall, people came and went, buying what they needed to, already knowing the amount they had to pay. Raian imagines when he would get to that point. There's not much jobs being offered to him these past few weeks, so instead of training (bumming around the manor or outside as he's accused of by the others) maybe he really could.

As he watches the old man prepare the shrimps for him, he imagines Fusui and Karura, both of whom left the village for university and opted to live in dorms. Did they have to do grocery shopping like this? Become regulars of certain vendors? Maybe even eventually befriend them? Could he be capable of doing the same? Raian closes his eyes, shakes his head, and lets out a sigh. Damn. He's really softening up. Usually only his family could make him like this.

Maybe a future with you isn't so far off.

☑ Buy Fresh Shrimp

"That's 3,000 yen, but I'm gonna give ya a discount. 2,800 yen! Usually I only offer discounts near closing time." The old man hands Raian a plastic bag of shrimp, which was also inside two extra bags for added protection. Before Raian could take it, however, the old man slightly withdraws the bag.

"I could offer another discount…if ya promise to do your seafood shoppin' here." The old man cocks an eyebrow at Raian and gives him a cheeky smile, a similar tactic he used on the grocery store clerk, unbeknownst to Raian. Now, money was and will never be an issue with him, so he definitely doesn't need to do it for the sake of the discount. But for some reason, with the imagining and mulling over he did earlier, he feels compelled to agree.

"Yeah, sure." With Raian's affirmation, the old man lets out a hearty laugh. He tilts his head to the side, slightly confused.

"Ahaha! It worked with Nomura-san, and it worked with you too, eh? Guess you have family to cook for, too, Mister…?"

Family, huh?

A smirk forms on Raian's face, turning into a cocky grin as he answers the old man.

"Kure."

"Alrighty then. 2,650 yen. See ya again soon, Kure-san!"

☑ Buy the Ingredients

□ Get to fucking cooking

The part that Raian dreaded the most has arrived.

He needs to cook.

Raian lays out all the ingredients he bought on the kitchen island. He bought 500 grams of shrimp, though the recipe only needed 250, he bought more just in case he fucked up (highly likely). He already had salt and pepper in this apartment he recently rented, so that was covered. The things he did need to buy at the grocery store were potato starch, salad oil, mirin, sake, oyster sauce, soy sauce, garlic (which he needs to grate), sesame oil, and parsley (which he needs to chop).

He tries to find the grater and chopping board. He finds the grater, but not the chopping board inside any of the top kitchen cabinets. He knows he has one. At this rate, he's gonna pop a nerve trying to remember, but instead, you pop up in his mind.

The last time you visited, you scolded him for placing the board inside the top kitchen cabinet which was hard to reach, seemingly fit for someone over six feet tall like him. "What kind of sicko places the chopping board inside a high cabinet?!" He remembers your shrill voice, words embedded in his brain forever.

Raian checks the rack next to the stove, and there it was.

Before he could get to chopping parsley and grating garlic, he grabs the My Melody apron you bought for him on the rack's hook, leaving your Cinnamoroll apron behind.

☑ Get to fucking cooking

□ Prepare the Ingredients

Raian soaks the raw, deveined, deboned shrimp in salt water, washing them clean of possible dirt. Afterwards, he dries them using paper towels, gently patting them dry.

Gently.

Raian suppresses a groan. He's an assassin, yet here he is, donning a My Melody apron, preparing shrimp to be cooked. Here he is, doing something he deemed a "women-only" task back home. Even he can't understand himself, or rather, your effect on him. However, now is not the time to think deeply about that. There's shrimp to be cooked.

As per the recipe he found online, he puts the shrimp inside a plastic bag, alongside a tablespoon of sake, and a pinch of salt and pepper. He kneads the bag, coating the shrimp in seasoning, and adds two tablespoons of potato starch to help trap air in the bag. After this, he shakes the bag to help coat all shrimps evenly. As Raian continues preparing the shrimp, he can't help but be thankful that you weren't cooking with him. Knowing you, you would snap pictures of him and tease him in the process. You being present would only permanently connect his furrowed eyebrows together.

☑ Prepare the ingredients

□ Cook the shrimp

Raian sets the induction stove to medium heat before placing the frying pan on top of it. A few minutes pass, then he opts to pour two tablespoons of salad oil into the pan, holding the handle and moving it around to cover the whole area.

Raian takes a deep breath and exhales after a few seconds. The hardest part was only about to begin.

With as much speed he could muster, Raian arranges the shrimps in the pan, keeping them the right distance from each other so they don't stick together. After moving them around a bit with his wooden spatula, he glues his eyes on each shrimp, the heat the stove gives off seemingly never bothering him or his unrelenting gaze. Only then when the shrimps turn red does he turn them all over with precise speed, cooking the other side.

With the other side also done, Raian turns off the stove. He lets the shrimp cool slightly before adding four tablespoons of mirin. He glazes around a teaspoon of oyster sauce, a quarter teaspoon of soy sauce, a teaspoon of the grated garlic, and finally, a teaspoon of sesame oil. As he mixed them all together, he also sprinkles in the chopped parsley.

Fuck winning tournaments. Fuck successful assassination jobs. This is more important.

☑ Cook the shrimp

He doesn't know how he did it, but somehow, Raian didn't have to use the other 250 grams of shrimp he bought as a contingency plan. Perhaps that can be for next time…if you end up enjoying his cooking.

Oh, right.

You.

□ Make a call

Before you could even complete your "Hello", Raian was quick with his demand.

"Come over. My Tokyo apartment. Bring rice. Now. Or else it'll get cold."

"It? What—"

Raian takes the phone away from his ear and taps his screen, dropping the call.

☑ Make a call

Agito listens intently and has a great memory. If you mention in passing a specific favorite chocolate, candy, or flavor, may it be towards him or a conversation he happened to overhear, he's gonna hop on his motorbike and cruise to the nearest convenience store to look for it and buy you some.

Since he sculpted a statue of Metsudo, he's good at handmade gifts too. Has definitely tried sculpting a statue of you too, but you had to stop him since you didn't have space to display it.

Wants to have your anniversary dates at where he learned the proper ropes of driving his motorbike: Tottori Sand Dunes. (Canon from the recent Kengan Panel Event!!)

Also from the recent Kengan Panel Event, Agito has been noted to be extremely well-off thanks to participating in and winning Kengan fights and never spending his earnings (alongside Wakatsuki, but that's for another post if so desired…). In the talk, Agito was hilariously described as "seeming to be out of touch with the world", hence his overall gullibility.

I like to imagine Omori and Takayama teaching Agito the ropes of date etiquette, Taky's veins popping out of his forehead as he entertains every question Agito has and having to correct him. Now, picture Takayama having to lecture Agito while an amused Omori watches with a straight face… "No, Kanoh, you do not have to be the one to set the tablecloth on your date's lap. Yes, Kanoh, you can ask "May I hold your hand?", but you do not have to ask it every. single. time. especially when you've been together for years. Don't you see? That's fucking annoying, OK?" (maybe for Taky, it is! T3T but it's endearing, coming from someone like Agito, right?)

Again, money will never be a problem with him. He never spends it! If he does, it's probably for motorbike maintenance. The type to never look at the price tag when buying something, especially if it's for you. He has that much money…and also that's just our usual clueless Agito. Doesn't see spending that much money as an issue since he always has a lot more than he knows what to do with.

Agito will need a patient partner—both patient with him and the nature of his work. He can't be with a partner who demands a lot of his time and attention…he's already doing his best with navigating a whole new world of intimacy and balancing it with his work as a freelance fighter. Honestly, most Kengan guys need patient partners, as fighting is their way of life and their number one. You can't expect the cheesy lines like "You're more important to me than fighting", and "You come first, fighting comes second" from them especially with the stakes of Ashura and Omega. 😪

Always asks you what you want to do on your dates or asks if you want to do a specific activity with him. Yes, even holding hands or linking arms.

"Would you like to link arms?" "Would you like to hold my hand?" (already not following Takayama's advice) "Would you like to stroll around some more?" "Tell me what you would like to do." "What would you like to do next?" He says all of that with a serious, earnest look on his face. The longer you're together, the more he smiles as he asks.

Motorcycle dates would be so, so fun with him. Just cruising and driving through the streets, late at night, embracing Agito as he drives. He's never ridden with anyone before, but your presence with him as he rode…and hugging him from behind…it just felt natural to him, and he can never explain why. Yes…he can't exactly put into words how and why you feel like such a natural fit in his life. The way you're so patient with him, how you reassure him that he's doing fine, how you tell him you'll help him every step of the way on this new journey. This whole intimacy thing is new, but it doesn't seem so scary because he's walking his path with you.

Helps you buy a motorcycle helmet. Also doesn't want you carrying it around since it can be bulky, so he always makes sure he carries it with him alongside his own helmet. Initially wanted a helmet with cat ears for you, but again, it's entirely your choice! Whatever you want and what makes you happy.

Imagine him pulling up at your place to pick you up for your dates, taking off his helmet, and already carrying yours as he greets you outside your doorstep, a relaxed smile on his face. He's never looked so at peace and in love.

Spa and hot spring dates! At first, he didn't want to bathe in the same spring as you (too shy), but as he got more comfortable, you both opted for the co-ed baths, or just simply getting in the same spring…beside each other. Imagine resting your head against Agito's shoulder as you relax.🥺 He turns his head, looks down at you, and smiles to himself. From the Mongolian sewers, the Gu Ritual chamber, the rigorous Fang trainings, just being a fighting machine…to moments like this. Agito feels undeserving of such blessings. He truly treasures you and your time together. He loves you so, so much.

Pet names: Unsure and not used to the concept of nicknames and pet names at first so he'll call you by your first name…then probably opt for "My love".

NSFW

I know what you want to see first. I know what you came here for, so here you go.

Uncircumcised, 8 inches (this man is literally 201 cm AND 131 kg. Grew up malnourished yet blessed genetically! COME ON!), also girthy, gets more reddish near the head, balls are huge and hang a bit low so you'll really hear loud lewd, wet noises during your lovemaking. You definitely need a lot of prep if he's going to penetrate you. NSFW Art of Agito as a visual…?

He's never had intimate, romantic sex before. Honestly only saw it as a babymaking activity and nothing else, and he never really saw himself being a father given his station in life. This is where more of your patience comes in. You need to guide him, tell him how you like to have sex while also letting him discover his own preferences.

"Tell me what you want me to do." "Then…I like it when you do this." You guide Agito's free hand across your chest, his calloused thumb grazing your nipple, making you instinctively close your eyes and flinch, your breath hitching. Agito picks up on this immediately. You like that. Got it.

"What about you, Agito-san?" Now, he's never been asked such a thing. His own preferences? He pauses for a while, blinking occasionally. "Earlier, when your fingers lightly and gently touched my ears. I felt…something. I think I like…that."

Discovers his sensitive spots are his ears, sides, inner thighs, and his nipples. Also grows to like you kissing his battle scars.

You will have to top for a while, as for a close intimate activity like this, Agito is inclined to be the bottom. If he's gonna top, he will be a service top, always asking if he's doing good and only aims to do good and pleasure you. Also scared of hurting you so he'll be gentle as a top, too.

At first, had no idea what to do with his hands, but grew to love holding your hips as you ride him. Also loves it when you suck on his nipples as you grind onto him and ride him. Likes shower sex too and likes taking you against the bathroom wall, your back pressed against it OR your hands on the wall. If in a sizable bathtub like in the 4koma comic, then he'll have you ride him, resting his forehead against yours, one hand on your hip and the other caressing your cheek. His favorite hot baths AND making love? He could get used to this.

Obligatory mating press mention!!! My trademark!!! He likes how intimate it is as he can hold your hand and kiss you, and also see your reactions and facial expressions.

Agito looks so, so good during sex. His disheveled hair during fights? It's what his hair is like during sex, alongside a flushed, needy expression, eyes watching you and focused only on you. He has no bad angle, it's so unfair.

You will also have to teach him the ropes of eating you out. A bit messy and you can tell he's unsure of his actions at first, but just tell him you like to be licked, how you like to be eaten out, and he will take lots of mental notes. Remember this man loves to make his loved ones happy and proud. He will go above and beyond for you.

VERY shy on receiving head. He's never had his dick sucked before either. For some reason, he really likes his tip licked and sucked the most. Keeps his hands on the mattress and grips them so, so hard as you suck him off.

His cum…doesn't really taste like anything. Maybe just a faint taste of saltiness? But he has a really good diet and never drinks carbonated drinks due to his weak stomach. He probably prefers milk, fruit juice, and water. Definitely comes around to eating fruit a WHOLE lot more since dating you to make his cum sweet and have more flavor.

Likes cumming on your stomach or inside you for the intimacy—to show that he is yours and yours alone in this world. A part of him is inside you and only you.

Also fairly vanilla…but is willing to dive into kinks if you want. Probably likes costumes and cockwarming. Oh, boy, cockwarming in costume!!

Okay, once, you proposed filming your lovemaking. He was weirded out at first when you suggested it, but then you said you wanted to film it solely to admire his ass and see it jiggle as he pounded into you because you think it's a criminal act that you can't see his ass when he's fucking you. You see the tips of his ears turn red. He's flattered and eventually complies with your request. If it makes you feel good and happy, then he'll feel the same.

Definitely tries angles and strong thrusts that make it jiggle more, thus making you feel good during the act, and after when you watch the footage. You point this out and he's…smirking. He's showing off just for you.

Needs a lot of guidance at first, but like his fighting style, Agito adapts and learns fast. He wants to always have your best interests at heart, so he'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. What feels good for you feels good for him too. What a great man. Now, you must suck his dick and lick his nipples tenfold and repay him.

He thinks he owes everything that's good in his life to the royal family, so he puts them first above all else. His nationalism is a product of his lifetime debt of gratitude towards them. He shoulders and endures it all so his siblings won't need to "pay" or even be "charged" in the first place.

Sees himself as one of Thailand's symbols. He's their sword, isn't he? That means he isn't human anymore. Having undertaken such a responsibility, he believes that he's not fit to be in romantic or deep, intimate relationships—he doesn't deserve such things. That path has been blocked off the moment he was made to be the breadwinner of their big family at 5 years old. Before, all he could do was fight, fight, fight, make money, and feed his younger siblings. Now, it's fight, make money, promote tourism and good publicity for Thailand, serve the royal family, and spend what little free time he has with acquaintances and friends who only know a world of fighting just like him.

To not make it too sad, the current Rama treats him as his own brother and trusts him like one. Nothing could ever make his belief in him falter! This is why he's never too affected or mad when Kaolan loses a match. After all, he grew up looked after by him. Rama truly only wants the best for Kaolan especially regarding his personal life. He definitely thinks Kao needs someone to help lighten or ease his burdens—a comforting presence in his turbulent life. Hopefully, that's you.

Rama's a good judge of character, so the instant he sees you, he already knows whether or not you're a perfect match for his bodyguard, Thailand's sword…and his brother figure. The only real challenge is the meddlesome outside world and how you deal with being in a relationship with someone as high-profile and loved worldwide as Kaolan.

He doesn’t seem the type, but he takes lots of pictures in secret. So stealthy, even Rama could never spot him in any of these instances. Why? To send to his many younger siblings back home in Thailand, all of whom now have scholarships in prestigious private schools and universities due to the previous Rama’s aid. The current Rama also still helps Kao pay for their living and academic expenses. Kaolan may say he fights for his king and the glory of Thailand, but his siblings always, always pop up in his mind as he says so. After all, they were his first motivation when he first began the fighter lifestyle. Now that you’re dating him, most, if not all of his pictures now include you. He loves showing off the places he’s visiting to his siblings, now, he shows off both the locations and you…and the occasional straight-faced selfie with a peace sign.

“Taking a selfie by myself. Beloved is in the souvenir shop’s changing room.”

Side note: his nicknames for you are: "beloved/my beloved, my love"

Always asks for your consent before he sends pictures with you to his siblings. 

All of his postcards/letters/emails always end with: “someday, when the time is right and our schedules finally align, I cannot wait for you all to meet my beloved.”

His family group chat is full of pictures he sends, and also the pictures of certificates and medals his siblings get in school. He always responds to them with a thumbs up emoji and generic “proud of you!” old-school early 2000s sparkly GIFs. Yes, he uses them unironically.

Given how flocked by the media he gets, he'd prefer to have a date at places where he won't be as easily recognized. His ideal dates would be: eating at hole-in-the-wall restaurants, activity-based dates like pottery, perfume-making, baking, necklace and bracelet-making, and flower arranging (so he can make something unique for Rama, his siblings, and of course, you). It's funny to imagine some of these establishments would post on social media that Thailand's beloved God of War visited them, but sometimes Kaolan asks for them not to. A compromise would be maybe hanging his picture or signature on their walls. ("Approved by the Thai God of War himself!")

Canonically can't handle food that's too spicy. The reason for this is he got used to whatever scraps he could find for himself and his siblings growing up. Always made sure to have the smallest portion to prioritize feeding them. He's really ashamed of this, though! Especially considering Thai cuisine is one of the spiciest in Southeast Asia. Please reassure him and tell him it's ok.

Always well-prepared no matter where you are. If you're sick, he has painkillers and paracetamols ready. If you're dizzy, nauseous, or have a runny nose, he's got bottles of Thailand's iconic Hong Thai and Poy-Sian inhalers. Hell, he's probably an endorser for them, too! Sudden leg or foot cramps? He's ready to help you stretch. Need to go to the bathroom? He has wet wipes in his bag for you to wipe the seat with.

Never thought he'd actually ever be in an intimate relationship since, as I've mentioned, he's resigned himself to a fate that would never allow him to ever have a partner. As such, your initial dynamic and first few dates are awkward and seems like he's serving and looking after you.

He's very used to serving others, so the first time you do something for him, he is genuinely taken aback and is quick to say that he'll do something for you in return…as he always does, mind you.

You have to do something about that! You don't want Kaolan to overwork himself even in a relationship…or make a relationship seem like a job with the amount of work he makes himself do. This is one of the challenges of being in a relationship with him, as being helped is such a foreign concept to him…

He is always going to ask you first if he can do stuff with you, like hold your hand, carry your bags, or link arms with him. When you've dated for quite a while, he doesn't ask anymore as often, but just gives you signs. The back of his hand brushes against yours? Hold his hand. He tries to hold your shopping bags or your purse/shoulder bag? He wants to hold it for you. He holds his arm out? Time to link arms with him.

Honestly, his love languages are all of the five, maybe less Quality Time due to his busy schedule (but he ALWAYS makes time for you!) and Physical Touch since he's shy (inexperienced) and unsure of how to completely proceed with it at first.

…Which is why his hugs feel stiff at first! He only gets hugged and "hugs" during fan meetings or when kids come up to him. Romantic, intimate hugs? He's never heard of them and accepted that he'd never have them…until you came into the picture.

It's a novel and sometimes confusing whole new world for him, but we know Kaolan is good at adapting!

NSFW

Let's get this out of the way—uncircumcised since he's Buddhist (he is very hygienic though!), 7 inches or at least maybe nearing 7.5, GIRTHY and can really stretch, extremely sensitive head, curves a little bit upwards when fully erect so he can reach really well, and he leaks precum easily. He is very self-conscious about you seeing his dick for the first time, though.

Very healthy and balanced diet, so his cum probably tastes just slightly salty, nothing at all, or sweet if he's been eating lots of fruits.

In an intimate relationship, sex would be the last thing on Kaolan's mind to initiate. He'll only have sex IF you want to. If you don't want to have sex at all, ever, he is more than fine with that.

If you do, then you'll have to be the one to bring the idea up to him. It can't really be a heat of the moment thing, as Kaolan would want to mentally prepare himself first. You have to plan your first night together!

He's new to all of this—hell, even kissing and making out. You'll have to be initiative and patient with guiding him throughout everything, but as I mentioned earlier, he learns and adapts fast.

Sex is where you can convince Kaolan to be selfish. Throughout your sexual encounters with one another, what does he grow to like? You want him to tell you so that you'd do it for him more often. That…is actually quite embarrassing for him. What do you mean this time he's the one being heard out and prioitized? Never in his whole life did he think this would happen.

Like, he loves body worship on you. He could spend everyday telling you how gorgeous you are and how much he loves every inch of your body, that he loves all parts and has no favorite. Body worship on HIM, though? He's going to be so flustered he might want to stop during the first few times. Again, that was just the life he resigned himself to; only being praised and appreciated as a symbol, weapon, and occasionally a friend. As a lover? He's…extremely overwhelmed.

Kaolan's hands slide over your sides (or curves, if you have the figure), his breath and lips ghost over your chest and your stomach before kissing them. He lifts up his head, eyes making contacts with your half-lidded ones, and with a slight smile on his face, voices out, "My beloved, you are just so…perfect."

Kaolan feels an overwhelming surge of embarrassment course throughout his whole body the moment you touch his scars and bruises. He sees your face inch closer and closer to one of his scars and he just closes his eyes so hard that he sees stars, then leans his head back further into the pillow, letting out a shaky breath. The proof of all his hardship and training, evidence of pushing himself to extreme lengths as Thailand's weapon…being worshipped and kissed by his partner? Oh, it's all too much. He can definitely feel himself growing harder. Is this how you feel when he worships you? Or…you're the only person in the world who'd ever make him feel this way. God, you really are something else, aren't you? He's never letting you go. He loves you. He loves you so, so much.

He doesn't like being rough, especially unconsciously or accidentally. If you ask him to go rougher and faster, he'll try, but he doesn't want to end up hurting you. If you beg, though??? Keep calling out his name and beg him to go faster and harder? His eyes will widen, you see his Adam's Apple bob up and down, as if swallowing a huge lump, he takes a deep breath…and exhales. He'll oblige.

Like other guys I've written for, Kaolan is fairly vanilla. Rama has gifted him toys like vibrators after he entered a relationship with you, much to his surprise and embarrassment. Hell, maybe he's even bought you lingerie and silk pajama sets! You need these tools, Rama says. After all, Thailand's Sword needs to be hardened and sharpened. He sees how happier Kaolan has become after being with you, so it's only fitting he provides you with tools to help his Sword.

Favorite position is being face-to-face with you, as much as possible, so…the face-off, classic ol' missionary, my mating press agenda for almost all Kengan men I write for, et cetera.

If you're able to have kids, he'll want at least one and cap it off at three…or four if you accidentally have one more/twins. He's just a bit traumatized from having such a huge family that he had to provide for at age 5 despite the fact that he probably has generational wealth already. He wants a few to best focus on their individualities and futures.

Overall, he'll be awkward and stiff at first, seeming like he's serving you in the relationship, but the day will come that you're both equal in giving efforts in your relationship. You help Kaolan finally accept help and unconditional love from others. He's very, very sweet and kind despite the challenging life he's lived, so please treat this Thai icon well!