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I need some advice. What are your favourite longest lasting body sprays/perfumes. I own a few branded perfumes (courtesy of my lovely mom and my good grades) but they loose effect before I leave the house 😭

I just want one of those scents that you can smell when ppl walk past. preferably one that doesn't break the bank as I am on minimum wage 💔

-he gets angry at the mention of having a baby/babies…he’s not a baby kinda guy. Just imagine asking him one evening if he would ever want a kid and then he just raises his brow, giving you a firm hard ‘No, I won’t even think about it.’ Look.. BUT. You eventually do have a kid..somehow. You can decide how you convinced him.

-He's a thrower. Whenever you argue with him a bit too hard, make him worry that you'll leave-He breaks things. Not because he's trying to guilt you into staying but because the man doesn't know how else to blow of steam. He doesn't know how to have emotional conversations-but he knows how to break a chair or two.

-He lets you live. I think we often have the idea that yakuza men like to keep their women/loved ones hidden under the guises of 'safety'. but i think Shuji lets you do what you want, you wanna study? sure. Wanna be a housewife? why not. Wanna work? ok. He knows constraint is the worst feeling ever-But he expects you to be home when hes home. He hates missing 'alone time'

-Calls your cat 'the bastard'

-Gets annoyed when you leave the bed when hes also in it. He also wakes frequently in the night (despite being a heavy sleeper) to check youre still there.

Maybe thats why he chose to stay in kabukicho, because the night life there is pretty much active all year round, even if its just drunks, addicts and prostitutes the noise stimulates him. He hates the silence of a peaceful night.

But unfortunately not every day in the winter can be thrilling, sometimes he stays in his apartment, smoking all day, drinking here and there. This is the time of year where his mind has a chance to just be empty-and for once he thinks. thinks about his friends, his childhood, his life...and there's no way hes not mildly mentally ill so there's prolly a bit of trauma in those thoughts too.

Maybe if you persist enough, he'll tell you what hes thinking...but its not likely-he doesnt believe in 'venting' he belives in beating people up.

Hanma shuji, always believed that marriage was a trap, that any man who proposed was signing his death certificate, and any woman who said 'i do' laying in her own coffin. Sure, he's seen the movies where there cant be a 'happily ever after' without someone getting married, but he doesnt watch romances anymore-you notice that whenever something 'lovey dovey' is on the screen, shuji is quick to turn it off. Something about it being 'boring' and 'a drag'..he prefers horror.

But the real reason tucked away in his mind is that every marriage he's seen in his life, has never been anything desirable, his parents, people on the street, randoms at a restaurant. When he was younger he sometimes wondered that if his parents weren't married, maybe they wouldn't have been alcoholics, maybe his childhood would have been more...happy? Don't get him wrong though, he couldn't care less, some people just have 'fucked up lives'-he still knows how to live it up.

But as of late, the thought of a pretty ring on your finger has been bugging him..He never had any intentions to marry you, hes always considered himself your man married or not.....but.....hes been finding himself staring a moment too long through the windows of jewellers.

Maybe its the familiarity, that he can come to your place knowing that you'll be there to hug him and kiss him, knowing that your bed will be warm and everything will be in its regular spot. But really? its the feeling he gets when he has to leave you, when he has to hang up the phone, tell you no, and just go about his day without you, it started as a slight tinge of disappointment, to an ache in his chest. He thinks there's something wrong with him, that he needs to see a doctor. he doesn't really know what its like to miss someone.

So now, late at night when he does think about getting hitched it doesn't sound so bad...you'll sleep in his bed, eat his food, be under his roof so he can see you whenever his heart desires...he can watch you sleep, hang out with you all day...There wont be any pesky texting or calling-he gets the real deal, all the time.

Just as the smile creeps onto his face thinking about it, he scoffs, low and heavy-as if someone told him the worst joke of the century because..

'Bastards like me don't get married dolly..'

and the worst bit is that he never even gets insecure or embarrassed about it…he never makes effort to cover them, even when he has to be somewhere professional-they are just out in the open.

Mr hanma is..changing. (This is what I imagine he was like in the og timeline when bad toman just started-yk he was somewhat young, maybe 23,24-basically before what they show in the anime but after his teenage self. Hehe.) not proofread Sowwy.

Hanma shujis new apartment was pretty nice. Upon entering the building, the floors were white marble, the a/c was on full blast..hell there was even a guard at the door. Well, this is what dirty money buys-it’s nothing surprising. You take the elevator a few floors up-he was lazy, told you to come over instead of picking you up..said he had ‘business-but you’re a smart girl you’ll figure it out’..

Once you find his door, number 27A,(which he left unlocked for some reason)-you let yourself in, to he met with more marble, this time it’s darker, the lights are yellow but dim, it doesn’t help the suns setting-the place almost looks golden. Yet you can’t see (or hear him) There’s no way this bastard isn’t home after he told you to come over. After the ordeal of shutting the door, taking off your jacket, and glancing around, you head to the room with the ajar door-for once, quietly, not even calling him.

Just the scent near the door tells you he’s in there. You half assed knock on the door, which is more like a tap then go in. Quickly your eyes meet the stacks of cash on the cheetah print sheets, rubber bands tossed carelessly-some money stacked and some just stuffed in a duffel bag..what the hell was this guy doing.

‘You just gonna stand there starin’?’-Your head snaps to the direction of his voice. You have to physically stop yourself from gasping..Since when was he so…swole?? His back was so damn….muscular. Like he could throw someone through a wall-or be the damn wall himself. He notices your face light up like you just saw a crate of kitties.

‘your back looks insane…’-you murmur in awe, trying not to break out in giggle like a school girl as you come near him. Sure the past month or two have been rough, he hasn’t been hitting you up as much, either sleeping or has ‘business’-affection being reduced to just a kiss or two and a side hug..You know he was busy, But what the hell?? Who becomes so jacked like that without notice? What the hell does kisaki have him doing? you scoff playfully and rest your fingertips over the muscles on his upper back, sliding them down slowly before glancing at his face. ‘Why are you so damn..jacked..’

‘yeah? Jacked? You like it?’ He murmurs for once, not bellowing in your face or laughing like a hyena..

‘baby I looove…’ It didn’t help that his skin was embellished with dark ink, over his back, going up to his jugular and back down to his forearms-then of course the kanji on his hands. He lifts his arm a little to show you his biceps..When you first got together, he was lean, strong, but lean-the type of lean where you could see his bones gently poking out. But now, there was just, muscle everywhere..

‘what’s the matter, pretty? Finish-‘

‘shh’-you shush him, needing a silent moment with those biceps of his. ‘you look fucking mean…I-‘ You cut yourself off to giggle a little like a little girl..Those biceps were anyone’s dream..

He chuckles with you, just because you are..His hands gently come down to hold you-not tight but firm, holding you in place by your upper arms so he can look at you properly..His hands are warm. ‘what’s gotten into you huh? crazy chick…You take somethin’? He glances around your face to check.

Your eyes meet his. ‘Nothing…’m just excited-you’re so jacked it’s actually kinda disgusting..’

He laughs and scoffs at the same time-it crooked. ‘The fuck kinda compliment is that? You complainin’ or what.. Seemed pretty into it a few moments ago..’ He’s pleasantly confused..you look like you’re about to fall to your knees.

‘nothin’…let’s just go-you promised me a nice date, remember?’

‘Course I do but, So fast?..Not gonna compliment me some more? Feels good-‘

‘shuji..im being for real.’-God knows you can’t handle looking at it anymore..it’s only 7pm..He chuckles at your whining.

‘okay okay..jeez, no need to be a brat, I’m goin’..’ He chuckles and slides on a shirt, a black one. Your turn your head and suddenly he has a sliver chain on too-it clashes with his gold earring. Whatever, money can’t buy smarts, or fashion sense. You just wanna get out and get back fast..so you can, you know what.