Your Mom

"ah my cherie, you have blessed me with such a beautiful sight!" rook muses, feeling delighted at your fucked out state.

rook had tied both of your ankles up to your wrist using a crimson red dyed rope. he had also used the ropes to tie around your body area, specifically a circle shape around both of your breast so that they could stand out more. the main feast was your pink cunt, rook had strapped a vibrator around your hips, making sure that it vibrates just nice on your cunt.

he left you on the bed all naked and tied up while he takes a chair and sit in front of you, eyes twinkling with delight whenever you squirm and moan in a high pitch tone like a slut. he enjoys seeing your pretty little hole pulsing over nothing. each time you try to grind yourself on the vibrator to get some relieve, your boobs jiggle up a little, making his mouth water.

the thin layer of sweat that was coated on your body makes you look even more sexier, he had to hold himself back from taking you there and then.

nonetheless, his finger would occasionally hover over the button, turning the setting of the vibrator up to highest. you squealed, body jolting at the sudden increase as you start whining and crying, begging rook to stop. it's your nth orgasm, and rook doesn't seem to care. in fact, he seems obsessed at the way your body releases itself. you would frown a little, eyes rolling back at the sensation, body shuddering before orgasming, hard.

your wet essence hits rook straight on the face, sending you into a frantic state as you tried to apologise. but rook only smiles, so wide that you might think he is crazy. he licks on your lips, getting a taste of you. and then he moans, so loud that you were sure whoever who was outside the room can hear him.

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🌹  This little British boy is all about doing things in the right place at the right time, but his reaction also depends on his mood and other outliers. Riddle does enjoy it when you give him physical affection and stick close to him, it makes him feel desired and cared for, however, if you do it too often, he'll feel suffocated. As for flirting… I don't think it matters what time you do it, he won’t take it too well. Riddle feels like flirting is very private and depends on the circumstances; plus, he gets embarrassed in intimate situations due to his love-lacking childhood. However, he does like to feel handsome and desirable to you so he won't complain too much; if you're doing it in front of others or in an inappropriate setting, prepare to have a collar around your neck.

🌹  Remember the collar? You're getting collared, but he's channeling his anger in a non-violent way, right? The only way I believe Riddle would snap at you is if you continuously forgot (or ignored) his warnings and reminders about your behavior and how he feels about it. Keep in mind that he considers three times to be continuous. There will be a lot of yelling, his face will resemble a tomato, and you will certainly cry. While he's not as quick to anger as before he overblotted, he still has a pretty short temper and can hold a grudge for quite a long time, so I hope that collar is comfortable. Riddle will eventually remove it, but while he's avoiding you out of disappointment in himself, it won’t be at the top of the list of things to address. And yes, he will run to his therapi– I mean, Trey, for help to fix all of this.

🌹  Riddle… has never been all that good at apologies or accepting that he's in the wrong in the first place, so it'll take him a while to work up the courage and the maturity to apologize to you. He'd probably go and get you from your dorm and drag you off to his own to sit down for tea and awkwardly beat around the bush for a while. But, if you're silent for long enough, he'll push his pride aside and admit he was wrong with how he went about reacting as well as explaining why exactly he got so upset with you. Riddle will set clear boundaries after apologizing for his behavior and will explain the reasons why your actions were unacceptable to him. While he would prefer that you forgive him, he makes it clear that you don't have to and that he needs to work on expressing his irritation in a less harmful way to benefit both of you.

🌹  After sitting down for tea and discussing your insecurity, Riddle would be both incredibly supportive of you and somewhat disappointed that you don't trust that he loves you enough to think you're worthy of him. It breaks his heart that he subconsciously made you feel like you had to act out the way you did. Riddle makes sure to establish that he loves you as you are, insecurity and all. He sets aside time for you two to spend time together and lets you indulge in giving him as much physical affection as you want.

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“Don't pretend to be someone you're not; I like you jus’ as you are when you're yourself. If you want to touch me that's fine; jus’-! jus' do it in a private place... alright, My Rose?”  

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🦁  Leona does not like being clung to or touched often. He prefers it if he's the one to initiate physical contact and affection, it helps him feel more in control. Most times, he doesn't even touch you and only hangs out nearby (which could be inches away to just in the same general vicinity); he just prefers it that way. So, clinging to him, at all really, is a surefire way to piss him off, since he doesn't like the feeling of being restricted or weighted down; especially when he's just waking up, it makes him feel like he's suffocating. Flirting, on the other hand, is sort of a love language in itself for Leona; although his flirting is more on the low-energy side. Since he wants to make his partner feel desired by him he's bad at thinking of gifts and date locations and is too lazy to do acts of service, words of affirmation are his go-to. He doesn't like to do it too often though, or it doesn't feel as meaningful and genuine as he means it to sound.

🦁  Yikes. If he snapped at you… honestly, didn't you deserve it? You must be blind not to notice his discomfort with your actions which he voiced to you a few times. But, hey, maybe you didn't notice; some people can't read the room or other people well, and I don't blame you for that, because I can't either. As a feline, Leona values personal space and control more than most things, and your clinging to him will piss him off quickly. He can usually keep his mood in check, but all it takes is one bad day and you do that will 100% end in him taking all his pent-up irritation out on you. He'll most likely say some hurtful stuff in his fit of anger and won't see you for a few days. Leona might even ban you from his dorm for those few days if he's pissed enough; he doesn't want to feel like the bad guy, so he won't acknowledge that he is for a bit.

🦁  Honestly? Leona is the type of person who gets over stuff after a few hours to a few days and expects you to do the same. If you don't and you bring it up again, he'll likely hit you with the ‘That was so long ago and you aren't over it yet?’. However, he'll get it into his head that he may have seriously hurt your feelings if he sees any drastic changes in your behavior. Things like avoiding him, not speaking to him, cowering away from him, flinching, ending the conversation when you see him nearby, and leaving the room after he enters. But what gets Leona bad, is if he sees that he made you cry. When I tell you that this man will be on his knees after seeing just the reddening of your eyes I'm not joking. He didn't think he upset you that bad before but now, he's groveling for your forgiveness, because he knows that you're the only person that's willing to put up with his shit on top of loving you more than the air he breathes each day.

🦁  Leona will treat you like royalty after he apologizes, explaining that while he doesn't like being touched he'll indulge you now and then because he knows you just want to show him how much you love him. He'll also do his best to dispel all of your insecurities and remind you that it's not you that doesn't deserve him, but him that doesn't deserve you. Although Leona isn't the best person in Twisted Wonderland, he'll try his best for you.

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“HEY- GET OFF! –Oh shit, no no no, I didn’t mean to make ya cry. M’sorry, I just got startled ‘n’ today has been shit, so I took it out on ya in the end. Nakupenda, Wangu*; ya know that doncha?”  

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🐙  This one's hard… while I want to say that Azul would greatly appreciate your affection toward him and his body; we also have to take into account his issues with his self-image. Going by that– I don't think that he would like it if you touched him very often. The problem wouldn't be that he's uncomfortable, embarrassed, or annoyed, but that he doesn't want you to touch him and then feel disgusted with how his body is shaped. Like you're insecure about whether you're worthy of him, he's insecure about if he's worthy of you. The flirting, though, he wouldn't mind too much. Azul loves your praise, as it means that you find him attractive enough to talk to him that way. This poor man has such serious body issues that it's ridiculous, so if you flirt with him too often, he won't think it's genuine anymore and that you're making fun of him.

🐙  With Azul it's probably just a spur-of-the-moment outburst mixed with his stress and insecurity type of thing. In absolutely no way did he mean to direct this outburst at you, you just happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back, and like a shell on the beach, all his reason was swept away by the tide. He's the kind of guy who bottles all of his stress and grievances and your actions happened to make him reach his breaking point and everything just came out all at once. Azul likely just yelled at you to leave him be and get out of his office; fleeing to his octopot in regretful tears once you left the room and not coming out for days until he could get himself together again. He had to be coaxed into eating by Jade and Floyd due to how bad he felt for blowing up on you.

🐙  This man is distraught; he is beside himself with grief, regret, and shame. It takes all of Azul's willpower and the somewhat aggressive coaxing of the tweels (mostly Floyd threatening to bite off one of his tentacles and send it to you as an apology gift) to get him to finally leave the safety and comfort of his octopot and go to knock on your door. As soon as that door opens, he goes full-on into apologizing profusely and explaining that while what you did irritated him a bit he in no way meant to direct all of his pent-up stress toward you and that your actions just happened to open the floodgates for him. Azul would be in tears by the time he finished speaking, praying that you wouldn't leave him because of this incident. If you forgive him, he cries in relief and if you don't, although he's sad, he understands and promises that he'll do everything in his power to win back your trust in him and make sure that this never happens again.

🐙  Azul will explain to you about his insecurity with his body and his fear of making you dislike him and his appearance. However, once he hears about your insecurities, he's kind of shocked; he was so caught up in his own self-loathing that he didn't even notice yours! Be assured that Jade locked you both in his office and didn't let you both out until you worked out a plan to condole the both of you of your worth to each other. You and Azul had fallen asleep in each other's arms by the time Floyd remembered that you were being held captive in there and opened the door. He took blackmail photos.

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“Øjesten*, I… I apologize for my outburst; I'm just- I don’t like- ahem… ah… I have no excuse. You know how I feel about my appearance, I just didn’t want you to be disgusted with me. I’m sorry.”  

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👑  Vil lives for being appreciated. Whether it's through actions, words, objects, services, or just being admired; he loves it! However… there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. He loves you, but damn, he barely had any time to himself before getting with you, but now? It's not that he won't make time for you, he definitely tries, but he just has so much on his plate all the time. With managing his beauty routine, the dorm and its students, school work, modeling, singing, acting, keeping up his media appearances, and his one-sided rivalry with Neige, this man is BUSY. And that's not even mentioning the overblots that keep popping up out of nowhere; sorry hun, you're just going to have to squeeze in when you can or be okay with stopping yourself at just being near him as a way of spending time until he can fix his schedule. On the subject of flirting, though… yeah, don't even bother, but at the same time, yes, compliment him. Vil, being himself, has heard pretty much every compliment, praise, and risqué remark under the sun; you need to be very creative, or he'll probably just roll his eyes at you. If you do it too often, he'll get annoyed and probably ask if you have something better to do.

👑  Okay— I’m just going to cut this off right here- Vil is the type of person to set his boundaries with you immediately, so, at the very start of the relationship, you would know what to do and what not to do. However, if you end up doing it anyway (which would likely just be you forgetting about it or you're so stressed that it left your mind momentarily), there lies the problem.  If you did it after Vil already initially told you he didn’t like it the first time, he would just stop you, explain why he doesn’t want you to do it, and ask you to remember it for next time. Another thing- this man is a confident king (after his overblot), so he can smell your insecurity from a mile away. It will be addressed by him PERIOD. There is no way out of it- it WILL happen, I'm sorry. Either your insecurity will be gone quickly or your relationship will; it's one or the other, I implore you to just cooperate with him. Vil isn’t playing these games with you right now.

👑  I mentioned it earlier, but Vil will sit you down and address your insecurity with him; he's not the type of person to just let this issue go unsolved. Given his insecurity, however, he'll be very understanding of how you feel. The feeling of being less than others is something that Vil is familiar with, so he’ll do everything in his power to make you feel better about yourself.

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“I’ll make this clear, Mein Schönste Liebe*, there’s no need for this little show you’re putting on. I don’t have a lot of patience, so quickly, tell me what the problem is so that I can fix it.”  

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🪲  You're giving him more affection than usual? Sign Kalim the hell up! He loves it when you hold onto him and give him physical affection! Do you want to sit on his lap? Sure! Do you want to hang off his arm or wrap your own around his waist? Okay! Kisses and hugs? Absolutely! As for flirting, I don't think that he is too innocent to understand what you mean, but that he doesn't get it until five minutes to an hour later. A lot of times, Kalim will suddenly realize what you meant when the conversation subject has already shifted to a completely different topic. However, he has no issues with it, since he believes that flirting is just an extension of complimenting him; it's just worded in a more risqué way.

🪲  I’m going to be completely honest with you here, this boy is too kind and non-confrontational to snap at you at all, so it just wouldn't happen. If he did have an issue with your behavior he’d most likely just sit you down and explain what exactly he needed you to change and why. Kalim will leave no room for misunderstandings at all, so there would be no way to hurt feelings on either side. The only person who would possibly be upset in the situation is probably you, but that would only be because you have to find another way to cope with your unspoken insecurity. Kalim isn't the brash type, so I can’t see him losing his temper with you at any point unless you committed a heinous action or something.

🪲  Kalim would probably still apologize even if all he did was explain some things to you, he’s a person who’s very in tune with other people’s feelings, so he’d make sure that your relationship was still good after everything. He’d bring you to his room and cuddle you on his huge plush bed, covered in the smoothest blankets and softest pillows, letting you touch, feel, and compliment him all you want- but only if you let him do the same to you. Probably also ask Jamil (poor Jamil, give him a vacation) to make you both some snacks or something, Kalim won't let his baby be hungry.

🪲  You will not be forced to talk about your insecurity, but Kalim will heavily encourage it for the sake of your mental health and the stability of trust in your relationship. He wants to wait until you're comfortable enough, but he also doesn't want to wait for too long in case there's a repeat of this incident. There's also now a big concern in his heart that he made you feel like you couldn't be yourself or made you feel like you aren't enough at some point. It will eat Kalim up inside, so he'll become overly indulgent with you for some time until you sit him down and talk about it. He just doesn't want you to feel like he's being neglectful of your emotions and well-being again.

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“Aiyah, Rohi*, I wasn’t trying to be mean, I promise. I love you so so so much; but sometimes, even a guy like me needs a little alone time, that’s all. I would never dislike you for such a small thing.”  

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💀  Eh… Idia is a very very insecure guy, but he's also incredibly antisocial and is used to being all by his lonesome besides his little brother. He likes his personal space a whole lot more than he realizes, so, to be truthful, the clinginess isn't something that will sit well with him after he has experienced it one too many times. It's mostly because it'll happen at times when he's preoccupied with something that requires a lot of his attention; like gaming, watching anime, or reading manga/lite novels, and he gets irritable when he's interrupted. On the side of excessive flirting, however, he'll dislike it not just because he thinks you aren't being genuine; but also because the topic makes him uncomfortable. As mentioned already, Idia is not a social person, thus being on the receiving end of something like that is way out of his comfort zone. Doing it excessively will only make him even more uncomfortable, as he thinks that you don't care about his feelings on the matter when it's obvious he dislikes it.

💀  Idia is a quiet, shy, and non-confrontational guy, however, his annoyance can quickly overpower all of that if it builds long enough. Once he's reached the end of his patience, he doesn't bother to be careful and think about what he says. It's most likely that instead of targeting your appearance or status, he'll go for the things that you're most sensitive about. Keep in mind that during all of this, he's absent-minded; his mind doesn't register exactly who he's talking to and what he's saying before he opens his mouth while his eyes continue to stare at whatever he is doing on his monitor setup beforehand. However, once Idia realizes just what he said to you he's in absolute shock at himself; yes, he'd expect himself to behave that way to other people, but to you? He would never do it intentionally… Honestly, though, he'd be more upset that you aren't comfortable enough to act like yourself around him than anything else.

💀  Similar to Azul, Idia regrets his words immediately; he beats himself up about it as well. How the hell did those sparky comments he had in his head slip through his lips? He thought he had more self-control than that! Seriously though, the first thing he does after he realizes that he said all of that outlook is call you. When and if you don't pick up, he sends you a few texts apologizing straightforwardly and explaining that he was upset about a lot of things and took it out as well as the fact that he's on his way to your dorm to speak with you in person. Once Idia's at your door and when and if you open up, he'll hug you and profusely apologize, likely putting himself down as well so that he can hurt himself as he did you. It's up to you if you want to stop him, but just know that the self-depreciation with continue to ratchet up in severity as time goes on; his insecurity and self-doubt will be on full display to you to let you know that you can show him too.

💀  You know how Idia does online classes or stays in his dorm and uses his tablet instead? You can do that too! The both of you can attend class remotely and cuddle while you do your class work or listen to lectures. He can lay his head in your lap while he's watching anime or reading his novels and he can sit you in his lap while he's gaming. Surprisingly though, Idia even suggests going out and visiting cat cafes together or going to a secluded place outside and listening to an audiobook. He's willing to change up his routine and step out of his comfort zone to make sure you know how much he loves you. He would do anything for you– well… almost anything, just give him a bit more time to work up the willpower.

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“I… You know that I know what It's like to feel… like you're not enough. You don't– Y‐you know you don't have to pretend with me right? You can just be yourself when it's the two of us, P-psychí Mou*.”  

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🐲  It depends on the place, the amount of people nearby who those people are, and his mood. As you know Malleus craves to be included, acknowledged, seen, and just to be given affection. This man is touch-starved to the max– but… he is still the prince of Briar Valley and must display a certain appearance to those who aren't close to or familiar with him. He'll allow small displays of affection out of the cover of his or your dorm room; things like holding hands, holding onto his forearm as you walk, briskly kissing each other's hands or cheeks, laying your heads on the other's shoulder, and other small but loving gestures. As long as you keep the more intimate actions away from prying eyes it's fine. As for flirting, Malleus also doesn't mind, but the same rules still apply. So long as you don't repeatedly show too much to those he doesn't wish to show your relationship to, he's happy as a dragon swimming in gold.

🐲  Malleus isn't the type of guy to snap at others, he confronts conflicts head-on if they pose an issue. However, if you do irritate him enough, he'll likely tell you that the both of you will have to take some time apart while he thinks about your relationship and what it means to the both of you. For him, crossing the boundaries that he has set is a violation of trust, respect, and understanding, and he needs to evaluate whether or not you're taking his thoughts, opinions, and feelings seriously. During your break, Malleus will avoid you, he'll greet you in the halls with a nod and carry on, there will be hardly a drop of affection from him until he's thought. He loves you, but for him, relationships are a very serious thing, and if you aren't respecting his boundaries, does he want to stay in a relationship with you?

🐲  He's not apologizing as there was no real wrongdoing on his part. However, if you felt hurt by his actions, he would calmly sit you down and carefully explain why he did them and follow that up by telling you that he felt hurt by your actions and he expects an explanation from you as well. Malleus is a patient and forgiving man, his life will stretch on for centuries and you and the relationship that the both of you have is a small but unforgettable part of that life. He doesn't want memories of a relationship with poor trust and communication between the participating parties; it just isn't worth it for him. Once you and Malleus have everything laid out on the table, he'll ask you to make sure to remember what he told you and that if you ever feel insecure in the future, simply talk with him and he'll talk you through it.

🐲  After you're very civil and diplomatic discussion of the ins and outs of your relationship, Malleus writes up a plan for the both of you. He lists the things that you both aren't comfortable with as well as things that you require and reworks his and your daily schedule around it. He does address your insecurity though, apologizing for making you feel like you aren't enough for him and making you feel like your relationship isn't important. Malleus loves you very deeply, and he wants to make sure that the two of you stay together in a happy relationship for as long as possible. He wants you to be a part of his family for as long as you love him, so he'll compromise as much as he needs to.

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“I have made you feel as though you cannot be your true self at some point in our union and that won't do at all. You are Mon Raison D'être, without you, I do not have the will to carry on, I beg for your forgiveness.”  

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❝𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞-- 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕴 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊-- 떨리는 지금도 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊-- 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞~❞

 *¹ ‘Nakupenda, Wangu’ translates from Swahili to mean ‘I love you, Mine’ with ‘Mine’ being a possessive term of endearment usually accompanying a sentence like ‘I love you’, though it can be used by itself.

*² ‘Øjesten’ roughly translates from old-fashioned Danish to mean ‘The apple of my eye’.

*³ ‘Mein Schönste Liebe’ translates from German to mean ‘My Most Beautiful Love’, though if you took off the last word, ‘My Most Beautiful’ can still stand on its own as a term of endearment.

*⁴ ‘Rohi’ translates from Arabic to mean ‘My Soul Mate’; calling someone ‘Rohi’ means that you love them longer than your life as they are your soulmate.

*⁵ ‘Psychí mou’ translates from Greek to mean ‘My Soul’’

*⁶ ‘Ma Raison D’être’ translates from French to mean ‘My Reason for Being’ which is usually used only to express the deepest love and passion.

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grabbing their sleeve

he walks you home. no questions asked. anywhere, anytime, no matter what weather. he mutters out “cuz i’m bored” or some other lame excuse and rolls his eyes whenever you tease him about him being your butler or smth

he’ll never admit, that those walks are the highlights of his days. listening to you blabbering any and every thought that comes up, occasionally grabbing your shoulders to stop you from tripping over or gathering up your hair that has fallen down to your face, yeah he loves all of it.

he’ll never admit, that you just look too pretty, yapping away your worries with your hands flying all over the place. so he only adds in quiet “oh yeah?”s and “no way”s to fuel your rants. he’s listening alright. he’ll ask you to follow up on the tea few days later.

so when you suddenly halt, eyes wide with a sweet, sweet gasp falling from your lips, he visibly flinches. is something there? are you in danger? does he have to carry you bridal and run home? he looks down, confused at your unusual quiet quivering lips.

he flinches, when you tug his jersey down, towards the bush at the side of the road. yeah. no danger. just some neighborhood kittens lazing about in the sunset warmth.

your hands stay on the fabric, hands so small but the grip tight as you melt at the adorable sight. he stands up a little, gulping as he feels your touch warm against the cool cloth. the weight of your arm rests against his, and his fingertips tingle as they fall against your soft arms.

he tenses slightly, feeling the blush fall rise from his neck. was it the sunset? why was it suddenly so hot? you had the every option to hold him. his arm, his shoulders, hands, but the hem of his sleeve? why did your hands suddenly look so cute, gripping tightly as you gleamed innocently?

he looks away as he looks for his phone in the other side of the jacket, grumbling quietly about how he should take a photo of the sight. hopefully you can’t see how flustered this thoughtless touch made him.

(you saw. how could you miss the adorable blush all over his ears?)

TSUKI, KENMA, SUNA (a little more enthusiastic about the tea bet) and SAKUSA

sticking & biting your tongue out

he hates it. more specifically, he hates the effect it has on him. a bit of him still doesn’t believe that it’s a absentminded habitual thing. seriously i bet he has asked you, politely and very shyly if you did it on purpose. once, and the confused face you gave him made him so red i swear. he started muttering nonsensical words until you nervously laughed, and he just quietly rubbed the back of his neck (which was sweating so, so much)

i see a very clear picture. you guys are in the same class, and you’re so deep into the paper that you are writing, typing away something that has to be of equal relevance to the constitution or smth.

he can’t help but steal some glances at you. he has always admired how devoted you were to your assignments. both your passion and quality of the work motivated him to be a better person. not to mention how hopelessly pretty you looked, eyebrows scrunched up as your glossy lips mutters something. maybe you were choosing between your wording? maybe this was the chance to go over and very nonchalantly offer a fresh set of eyes?

that moment he shifts in his seat, his breathing stops. you open your mouth again, probably to mutter something out, but this time the tip of your glistening, pink tongue flicks out. he stops him his seat, awkwardly positioned, as his head furiously moves back to his laptop, heartbeat raging against his suddenly sweaty fingertips.

what the actual fuck? that must have been a mistake right? you must have just been trying to wet your lips or something. sure there’s nothing more of it.. but he can’t get the sight of the moment out of his head, you relaxing your pretty body for a second as you let out a little sigh, and that pink, glistening tongue sticking out from your plush lips. he feels a pang of guilt, so he quietly takes a shakey breath. there’s no more to it. cut it out. just go and talk to her!

yeah that didn’t go as planned, because when he looked back, the lightheadedness made him grip the edge of the table to stop himself from letting out a surprised sigh. the edge your tongue was caught between your teeth, peeking just out from your lips. your eyes squinting at the screen, just so focused on the work. he sank back to his chair, his eyes racing to look anywhere else.

there’s nothing more to it. he knows. you’re his best friend. he swears. but as he hears you mumble about how you can’t focus, he can’t help but think

(how the pink fat would feel against his, and how desperate he is to help you relieve some stress)

AKAASHI, KUROO (nerdy looser kuroo is the best kuroo), GOSHIKI, YAMAGUCHI, TANAKA (friends to lovers w him omg), AONE

You cursed against your idiocy as you struggled to lock your shop. You had forgotten your gloves again this morning, and with your fingers numbed from the cold winter air, you couldn’t get the damn key in the small keyhole. You let out a frustrated groan when a gust of icy wind blew in your hair. You nuzzled deeper into the too big scarf around your neck, seeking its warmth, and the scent of its real owner. The scent of him, fresh and flowery. It gave you courage, and you finally succeeded in locking the damn door. You indulged into a little victory dance before stepping away from the door and heading to your bike. Unlocking it was difficult too with how cold your hands were. You started feeling frustrated. It was late and you were eager to be back in the warmth of your home.

You were struggling with the bike lock when you heard noises coming from the alley beside your shop. Curious, you left your bike to head there. For all you knew, you could find a stray cat in need of care. You loved cats. And so did he.

So you stepped into the dark alley. It was a bit narrow, barely enough for two people to fit in. Another noise caught your ears, and you yelped when a voice followed.

“Kitten”

Of course you recognized Hitoshi’s voice the second you heard it, and the jolt of fear that seized you gave way to a warm feeling of affection. You turned around, looking for your boyfriend; your hero. However, your eyes found no trace of him. You frowned, perplex. You were sure you heard him.

“Are you sure it’s safe to step into dark alleys alone like you just did?”

You turned around again, following his voice. And to your surprise, there he was, but upside down, hanging from the nearby building by clever twists and knots of his capture weapon. At first you recoiled in astonishment upon seeing him starring at you from this unusual position. With how narrow the street was, his face was mere inches from yours, his pretty violet eyes almost at the same level as your gaze. The mask he usually wore over his mouth was lowered around his neck, letting you see the whole expanse of his pale features.

“Hi!” You beamed at him, once the surprise gone, simply happy to see him. He was on patrol duty tonight, so you never hoped to see him before he came home.

“Hi” He lowly replied, a soft smile gracing his thin lips.

You admired his pretty features, simply getting lost in the unexpected joy to see him.

“Is there something on my face?” Hitoshi teased after a moment, and you shook your head, smiling even brighter if possible.

“No, just happy to see you” You honestly told him. “But what are you doing here?”

Hitoshi grinned, and rummaged through one of the many pockets of his uniform. He retrieved something before offering it to you in his opened palm.

“Here, you forgot them this morning” He said, just as your eyes fell onto the pair of wool gloves you usually wore when it was cold.

You carefully took them and put them on. Warmth instantly returned to your numb fingers, the feeling first weird, but then pleasant.

Your eyes met Hitoshi’s again, and you were sure that he could see in your eyes all the affection you had for him. How much you adored him.

“Thank you” You simply whispered, but words alone couldn’t express your deep gratitude.

In a rush of affection, you placed your now gloved hands on his cold cheeks. You barely had time to see surprise paint Hitoshi’s features before you closed your eyes and kissed him.

With the strange position you found yourself into, the kiss felt different. Hitoshi inhaled sharply through his nose when your lips pressed against his, but soon, his lips parted, accepting your kiss.

His lips moved against yours in an unusual dance. Kissing like that in public, so differently from your usual sleepy make-out sessions in the comfy couch in your apartment, made the whole situation thrilling. You were losing yourself in the excitement your hungry kissing brought, keeping Hitoshi’s face in place as he indulged you, his tongue caressing yours until your knees felt weak.

You boyfriend was on duty, and he should be going back to his patrol. You shouldn’t be distracting him like you were. There were more important things for him to do. You knew about that, but in that moment you really did not care.

The kiss went on until your lips felt swollen and your brain turned to mush. Was it because he was starting to feel as light-headed as you, especially while upside-down, or because he remembered his duty, but Hitoshi soon progressively toned down the kiss, placing one last tender peck on your lips before pulling away. He was always the reasonable one.

Your eyes fluttered opened, and you were met with the delicious sight of your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed, and his lips reddened. You had trouble calming your breathing, and you knew you would have even more trouble letting him go. But you had to. His job was important.

If you often felt selfish in your desire to keep him to yourself, Hitoshi was selfless, always putting the job he dreamed of first. But it was alright; you would be seeing him in the morning, as always, when he would be done helping those in need.

“I have to go” Your boyfriend apologetically whispered.

You nodded your head in understanding. You were glad he already went as far as bringing you your gloves.

You threw your hair back, hair sticking to your forehead and sweat trickling down your body. The room was hot and muggy, the sound of skin slapping, and your whines bounced off of the walls in Shinou's dorm room.

You tried pushing him away and getting off of him, but he held you down on his lap. His nails dug into the skin of your hips, crescent shapes forming from his grip.

"One more, just give me one more. This is what you wanted remember?"

He wasn't wrong. He was studying and very evidently stressed, but he wouldn't take breaks or even take care of himself. You could see it on his face, he needed a break, even if it was ten minutes, an hour, or more. You ended up "bothering" him about it all week.

"I- I gave you 'one m-more' a while ago.." you moaned, "You were practically throwing yourself on me all week, like a whore. I deserve more than one."

You bounced on his dick, and he thrusted up into you. His thrusts were pretty rough as were his words. You felt yourself close to another orgasm, you were so sensitive that even the slightest touch on your skin would make you whimper.

You rested your forehead on Shinsou's, the both of you panted and took a breather. Shinsou picked you up and gently placed you on his bed.

Your hands came up to your forehead and you wiped some sweat away. Shinsou rubbed light circles on your hips and you felt his dick grow inside you.

"Not again," you whined, putting your hand on his chest. "Yes again," he said, his tone was mocking and mean. "One more. Help me get rid of this stress."

He grabbed your hand and held it above your head. His strokes were slow and deep, you could feel him, like really feel him.

"Just let me use you. You'll let me, right?"

You nodded your head and let out a choked moan.

"Yeah, just let me use this slutty pussy of yours."

He looked down at where you guys met, all he could see was the way you squeezed his cock and your cum on his base from the many times he made you cum in one sitting.

Shinsou moaned in your ear, he sounded so pretty and he knew the affect it had on you.

He played with your very sensitive clit and honestly, he didn't need to do anything, you came almost immediately. Shinsou slowly pulled out and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his purple locks out his face.

He put a pair of pants on and walked out of his room to get a warm wet rag, bottle of water, and a couple of snacks for you. He came back and cleaned you up, he was extra careful and gentle, he knew how sensitive you were because of him.

Shinsou sat down next to you and rubbed your back. "Thanks for your help. I feel better now," he said, giving you a soft smile. "You need to take care of yourself more." you muttered, ridiculing him. "I mean if I get to use you every time I'm stressed, I won't listen to you from now on."

This boy ain't for weak okay.

He looooveeess kissing you.

Will literally sneak through your window at night just to lay in your bed and make out with you (or just to annoy you)

"You heard a bang on your window and already knew what this meant. You quickly opened the window and let him in. He walked into the pitch dark room and kissed you, smirking while doing so. Then he just went straight to your bed and laid down on it, throwing your plushies on the floor. -What you lookin' at? Come on- he said, patting his lap."

Guys divide into three sections. Butt lovers, boob lovers, and thighs lovers. Hitoshi is a boob lover and will show it while kissing you.

"You sat on his lap, and you started making out and talking as Hitoshi just stopped and put his hand under your shirt. -What? I need to say hi- He smirked and said" fucking horny teenager

Will tease you and laugh while making out with you

Put your hands in his hair. DON'T ASK, JUST DO IT.

He's working magic with his lips.

Like literally kisses you like he'd be casting a spell on you

So slow and sensual. He may be young and inexperienced, but he knows what he's doing.

If you try to press on him to go faster or to make him take over the kiss, he will back up, giving you only small pecks on the lips.

It's his way or no one's way. Secretly dominant asshole.

But it's your asshole

That will kiss you nonstop for maybe even an hour or two.

Until your dad walks into the room and he has to run for his life through the window.

        Weeks passed since that day at the festival. It became more of a norm for (Y/N) and Hitoshi to sneak into each other’s apartments and sleep together. After the first night, they both realized how easy it was sleeping with one another. (Y/N) just further explained convinced how they should sleep together more by giving him a list of facts of why it’s healthy and how it improves sleep. 

        It was (Y/N)'s turn to sleep at Hitoshi’s place. They usually slept there more as his parents didn’t quite care what Hitoshi did with his life after finding out about his quirk. (Y/N) at first despised their negligence, knowing how bad it was for Hitoshi’s health after first-hand experience with it, but now she’s thankful for it as it not only allows her to sleep in Hitoshi’s room with little consequence, but it also made it so he sought out her comfort and affection once he realized just how nice it was to be held after having that need neglected for so long.

        Hitoshi’s tried numerous times to convince himself that their relationship was normal. He’s seen girls with their best friends hold hands together down the street, even kiss! (Y/N) and Hitoshi hold hands often now, and they’ve only accidentally kissed once, so their relationship is pretty normal, right? Sure, they sleep together every night in the same bed, cuddling each other and refusing to let go of one another, but he bets other friends do that same thing too! Even if they don’t, this must just mean that their relationship is extremely special and beats all other relationships, right?

        He’s really really tried to convince himself on that, but he doubts best friends usually have your heart pounding while doing those things. He doubts that your best friend’s smile knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you want to crack a stupid joke to keep said smile on their face. He doubts holding your best friend’s hand makes you want to cherish the warmth and hold on tighter. He doubts wiping your best friend’s hair out of their eyes is supposed to create an electric shock in your heart or fingers when they make eye contact with you. He doubts that looking at your best friend unconsciously lick their lips when they’re concentrating on something makes you want to kiss their lips instead.

        Yeah, all just friendly things in a friendship between two really good friends. 

        Hitoshi was coughing in his sleep and his body felt hotter than usual. His body temperature was too hot that (Y/N) woke up early, hating how hot it was. She placed her palm on his forehead and woke him up.

        “How is your throat?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “My throat?” he questioned right back, before realizing what she meant with how croaky it sounded.

        “You’re sick, Toshi. You need to stay home and rest.” (Y/N) spoke, getting up from his bed.

        She grabbed her school uniform and walked out of his room, getting dressed in his bathroom and fixing herself up for school. She grabbed a bowl of warm water and wetted a towel, along with grabbing some morning medicine from his medicine cabinet. She walked back into his room, setting towel on his forehead and giving him a cup of medicine so he could drink it.

        “I’ll be back after school to check up on you. You go back to sleep now, okay?” she spoke.

        Hitoshi nodded, not having much fight in him as he closed his eyes. (Y/N) grabbed her backpack and walked out of the front door, heading to school alone. 

        He has a weak immune system. Karma spoke.

        You can’t talk, you don’t have an immune system. (Y/N) retorted.

        Exactly. Mine isn’t weak because it doesn’t exist. Karma explained.

        (Y/N) walked to school and changed her shoes at her locker. She walked to class, finding there was still free time before class started. She opted to putting her head down and resting, passing the time for until class starts. 

        She woke up when the bell rang, keeping her head down to listen to the teacher’s lecture. The beginning of class was just a study period, she’ll go back to sleep until their science lesson begins. She laid back down until the next bell rang for science.

        School is boring without Hitoshi. (Y/N) thought to herself.

        Let’s skip. Karma spoke.

        (Y/N) thought about the idea, not seeing too much trouble in it. The least the school will do is lecture her, the only reason she really got into the school was so the school could be credited a “we accept all diversities."

        Sure. (Y/N) spoke. How are we getting out? She questioned, looking around, then to the agenda board.

        Science has a lab today, she’d be placed in group work. She waited for the teacher to place her in her group, a group of all girls (usually, if Hitoshi was here, the teacher would place the two together in a group since they worked well together). She pretended to check her phone for a minute, then frowned.

        “I’m really sorry, but I have to leave class right now. My friend is going through a really tough time at the moment and right now she’s sobbing her eyes out. I hope you understand.” She spoke to her lab partners, grabbing her backpack and running out of the room when the teacher turned her back.

        If the teacher noticed she was gone, her table mates would at least have that excuse to give the teacher. If she wasn’t noticed missing, that would also work in her favor. 

        Where are we skipping? Karma questioned.

        We have to wait out until lunch, that’s when students can leave campus. (Y/N) explained.

        For student council only. They’ll check our ID’s. Karma explained.

        You can help with that, can’t you? (Y/N) smirked. Just find a third-year that looks similar to me, look for the gold sticker, then steal their ID.

        Karma didn’t have any objection to that, she can skip boring studies and get to run around. She considers that a major win. (Y/N) took off her backpack and let Karma crawl out.

        Third story have all the upperclassmen classes, be careful of the hall monitors though. They’re strict with making sure the seniors don’t try to skip their classes. (Y/N) explained. I’ll be in the library “studying”. Find me when you’re done.

        Karma ran off to the stairwell, a skip in her step to show her enjoyment of skipping school.

        I should go to Hitoshi after getting out of here. (Y/N) thought, walking down the hallway. 

        The school was big so she had to navigate her way through security and student council’s jobs. It took a lot of work and patience having to wait out the stationed security—she even had to hide in an open locker. Thank God she didn’t close it all the way, she didn’t want to ask Karma for help opening the locker since Karma would never let her live it down. 

        She almost made it out of the hallway until she had to make a quick duck in a classroom because of a quick turn a security officer made down the stairwell. 

        (Y/N) whipped into the nearest classroom, almost slamming the door (she made sure she shut it gently, she didn’t want all her hard-work wasted). 

        “What are you do—“

        (Y/N) turned around quickly, placing a finger to her lip.

        Great, just my luck. She thought, seeing Hiro and his gang.

        She ducked down, signaling all of them to get down too. They looked at her funny before hearing footsteps in the hallway, then they decided to listen. The group of boys and her glared at each other in silence until they no longer heard footsteps, waiting a minute just to be sure they were gone. Gen stood up first, being the first one out of all of them to break the silence.

        “What are you doing out of class?” he questioned.

        “Going to the library.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “And you’re ditching the security?” Kishō questioned as all the boys stood up from their spots.

        “I forgot to bring a pass.” (Y/N) lied, getting up off the ground.

        “Never thought I’d see the day you’d be skipping.” Hiro smiled, walking towards her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. First you get into fights, then you sleep in class, now you’re skipping class?” Hiro clicked his tongue. “I thought you were better than this.” 

        “Uh, yeah.” (Y/N) brushed him off carelessly, turning around and grabbing the door to slide it open.

        Someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from the door. They turned her around, meeting face to face with Hiro as he dragged her to a counter. Yamada grabbed her backpack off her shoulders and threw it to the ground while Hiro pushed her back against the counter as all the guys circled her.

        “Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” Jāo smirked.

        Karma, I need your help with Hiro and his gang. I’m near the third-year classrooms by the last stairway to the commons. (Y/N) informed.

        “You’re certainly forgetting personal space.” (Y/N) huffed, pushing Hiro away and elbowing Kishō as she moved away.

        Gen grabbed her hand and pulled her over, pushing her into the nearby counter, caging her against the counter with his arms.

        “We need a little something to keep quiet about this.” Gen nudged.

        “I don’t follow.” (Y/N) hissed, using her arms to push against his shoulders and create space.

        “Just put on a show for us. Just for a few minutes, yeah?” Gen spoke, his hand gliding up her skirt.

        (Y/N) quickly kneed his crotch, causing him to hunch over and give her the perfect opportunity to punch him, knocking Gen out. He fell on the ground just as Jāo grabbed her arms to hold her still. (Y/N) leaned her arm back to the counter and grabbed the first thing she felt in her hands, grabbing a pencil and stabbing Jāo’s shoulder. Jāo backed out of the fight to tend to that, unsure of whether to rip the pencil out or keep it in as his hands shook indecisively.

        Hiro and Yamada stepped in quickly. Hiro dodged one of (Y/N)'s fists and got behind her, grabbing her arms since she seemed to enjoy fighting with those the most. Hiro forced his legs in between hers, locking them in his so she didn't try and kick any of them like she had to Gen. Yamada grabbed a pocket knife out of his pockets and held it up to her throat, forcing her to quit squirming so she didn't get hurt.

        Wow, okay. Didn't know Yamada would have the biggest balls of the group. (Y/N) thought to herself, taking a deep breath in to calm her nerves and think of her next move. 

        It's hard to think when you're sandwiched between two guys, both your arms and legs being restrained while someone else had a pocket knife to your throat. Yamada's knife trailed down to her unbuttoned uniform, slashing a rip from the top of her collar to the end of her shirt. Alarms went off in her head as she dealt with the attack, before noticing the shadow figure coming up behind Yamada. Karma had quickly knocked Kishō out with a swift karate chop to the neck, but she wanted to be quick so she could get to Yamada.

        (Y/N) planted her feet down firmly, using force to push her weight into Hiro, knocking them both back a bit to where Yamada's knife was no longer near her. Karma grabbed Yamada's knife out of his hands, using her other arm to grab his head and slam it down into the nearest desk, not stopping until his body fell limp. (Y/N) turned around and fought Hiro's hands at they both tried to gain control of each other. (Y/N) knew she'd be overpowered almost easily, she planted her legs down and squatted, grabbing his arm and using her legs as leverage to throw him over her shoulder. Hiro fell onto a desk, momentarily stunned as the air from his lungs was stolen. Karma decided to take over, grabbing Hiro's head and hitting it against the desk until he went limp too.

        They both turned their heads to Jāo, the only conscious one out of the bullies. He put his hands up real quick to surrender, flinching at the movement due to the pencil stuck in his shoulder. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, walking up to Jāo.

        Get Yamada's pocket knife and put it in my backpack. (Y/N) ordered to Karma.

        "Do you have hand sanitizer?" (Y/N) questioned to Jāo.

        He nodded hesitantly, "In my pocket." 

        (Y/N) felt his front pockets before finding it, taking it out of his pockets. Luckily, it was pure alcohol sanitizer, no added aromas or troublesome chemicals. 

        Grab paper towels from the wall. (Y/N) told Karma.

        "This is gonna hurt." (Y/N) spoke. 

        (Y/N) grabbed the pencil from Jāo's shoulder and ripped it out quickly as he let out a yelp. (Y/N) grabbed the paper towels Karma handed her and padded the pouring blood away, then lathered the wound with hand sanitizer (getting another yelp out of Jāo). She wiped away the excess blood and told him to hold the paper towel there, fishing around in her skirt pocket before finding a little container with bandages.

        "You just carry those around? That's dumb." Jāo spoke, stifling a soft laugh.

        Kinda cute too... Jāo thought.

        "It's coming in handy, is it not?" (Y/N) spoke, allowing a small smile to appear on her lips.

        She opened the container and grabbed a bandage, peeling off the wrapping. She moved Jāo's hand (ignoring the way his face heated up slightly) and applied the band-aid on his wound. 

        She could care less how deep the hole was or anything, it was his fault to begin with. If he wanted to go to the ER and get it checked out, he can do it without her.

        "There. All better. And don't worry, you won't get lead poisoning." (Y/N) explained. "Your friends are gonna wake up in at least ten or thirty minutes." (Y/N) spoke as Karma touched her back, returning inside of her.

        (Y/N) picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She pushed her hand against the classroom door but stopped when she heard Jāo speak up.

        "I'm sorry..." he mumbled, gaining her attention as she turned around to look at him. "It wasn't cool for us to corner you and threaten you... like that." He huffed. "Wasn't cool all the other times we hurt or picked on you either."

        He says this, but he won't make it an effort to change. Karma huffed. Tomorrow he'll go back to being a pain in our ass! 

        "You say this, but I don't believe you're actually sorry." (Y/N) admitted, speaking out both her and Karma's thoughts. 

        "That's understandable." Jāo nodded. "I can prove it." 

        (Y/N) hummed, thinking about it. Well, it'd certainly be nice to get some blackmail on them.

        "Jāo." (Y/N) spoke, gaining his attention.

        She paid attention to the blush on his face and mentally smirked.        

        He likes the caring type? Huh? I can play that. (Y/N) thought, nearing him.

        "What information can you give me on all the boys here, huh?" she questioned, getting up close to his face. 

        "I-I can't really—" (Y/N) placed her hands on Jāo's cheeks, leaning her face closer to his.

        "C'mon, Jāo. If you tell me, I might give you a little reward." (Y/N) pushed, licking her lips to make him pay attention to how close they were to his.

        "Um... Kishō has daddy issues." Jāo spoke, immediately throwing his bud under the bus. "Yamada stole that pocket knife from his older brother, who would genuinely kill him if he found out..."

        "Any more, hon?" (Y/N) questioned, wiping her thumb gently on his face to lead him further into her trap. "Just some more details. I'll make it your worthwhile." 

        "S-sheesh. Um... Gen has a crush on his cousin from his mother's side, Aunt Debra, her eldest daughter Josie." Jāo explained. "Hiro... has a crush on you and likes picking on you because you'd notice him that way."

        Woah, wasn't expecting that. Karma admitted, as (Y/N) blinked, almost slipping up her act.

        "What about you, cutie? Surely there's a little something you might tell me about yourself?" (Y/N) smiled.

        "I-I might have a crush on you too now!" he blurted out, his face beet red as he got embarrassed.

        (Y/N) giggled, letting go of his face and backing up as he covered his face with his arms, ashamed of easily being swayed with just a few words. 

        "Are you ready for your reward?" (Y/N) questioned. "Close your eyes."

        Jāo removed his hands from his face rather quickly, his face still red but a determined smirk on his face, closing his eyes real tightly. (Y/N) wound up her fist and punched him in the face, a crack being heard as his nose gushed blood. 

        "W-what the hell?" Jāo spoke, holding his nose with his hands.

        (Y/N) took a step closer, bending down so Jāo could get an eyeful of her chest through her destroyed shirt as an apology. She removed his hands and swiped under his nose with her thumb, applying the crimson shade on her bottom lip, closing her mouth and smearing the blood on her upper lip. She placed her hands on Jāo's jaw and kissed his cheek just under his right eye.

        "Mwah!" she kissed audibly so he could hear, moving away to admire the kiss she left on his cheek. "Do me a favor and keep this whole incident and all between us. You can do that, right?"

        Jāo nodded as (Y/N) took a few steps backwards, then pulled out her phone from her backpack. She pulled the camera out and took a picture of Jāo's vulnerable, pathetic, bloodied (and slightly aroused) state. She shoved the phone back in her backpack and walked out of the class, licking her lips to rid herself of all the blood as she made her way out to the gardens.

        What are you doing? I thought we're going to the library? Karma questioned.

        We can't wait until lunch, Hiro and the others will be conscious then. They'll be furious at us, and I already told them we'd be there. Going to the library is a death wish, we're going past through the back gates. (Y/N) explained.

        She ran to the back where the security was, having Karma get out of her back and take shape of a random student. Karma ran past the security quickly, causing the security to chase after her. (Y/N) ran to the gate and climbed it, jumping over and landing on her feet.

        I got out. Let's go. (Y/N) spoke, running away from the school and to Hitoshi's apartment. 

        (Y/N) waited at a stop sign for Karma, catching her breath. Karma caught up and touched (Y/N), going back into her body. (Y/N) made it to Hitoshi's apartment and climbed through his bedroom window. Hitoshi jolted awake at the noise, seeing (Y/N) on the ground with a torn-up uniform and messy hair.

        "Hi, Toshi." She smiled, standing up from the ground and throwing her backpack on the ground.

        "What happened to you?" Hitoshi questioned, alarmed as he sat up from his bed.

        "The usual. Hiro and his gang." (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders. 

        A scowl formed on Hitoshi's face as he was about to stand up, only for (Y/N) to push him down on his bed. 

        “What do you think you’re doing, mister?” (Y/N) lectured, placing her hands on her hips. “You gotta be in bed sleeping off this sickness!”

        “How can I sleep when your whole shirt is basically ripped and your chest is hanging out?” Hitoshi grumbled. “What all did they do to you?”

        (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. 

        Does he not like my chest? She thought, a tinge of insecurity crawling into her mind. 

        Would another girl with a bigger bust satisfy him? 

        Focus. Karma huffed.

        (Y/N) adverted her eyes for a second, her silence only concerning Hitoshi more, before looking back at him.

        “Just some light touching, but I’m fine now. I had Karma help me escape.” (Y/N) spoke, crossing her arms to make herself seem a little tougher, but in actuality it just gave away that she was feeling small and weak at the moment.

        “Come here.” Hitoshi sighed, the scowl still present on his face but he at least tried to make it look softer so that he wouldn't accidental scare her.

        She had no objections coming near him (Hitoshi was thankful she still trusted him and his touch). She climbed into his lap without needing to be told, wrapping her arms around him and placing her head on her shoulder.

        Hitoshi used one of his hands to rub circles on the exposed skin of her back where her uniform’s hole was, petting her messy hair with his other hand.

        “Are you okay?” Hitoshi questioned, his voice soft.

        (Y/N) took a moment, deciding whether or not she really wanted to answer that.

        “No…” she mumbled. “I-I was really scared that-that they’d do more than just touching.” She admitted, tears forming in her eyes. “If Karma didn’t come save me, or if she wasn’t out which would’ve made Hiro’s quirk take effect, they could’ve really done more. They had a knife and threatened me, ripped off my shirt and tried going up my skirt.” She cried, shoving her face in his neck.

        Hitoshi listened to her, using all of his will power to not stand up and find the group. 

        “I didn’t like their touches. I hated it. I like your touch better. Your touch makes me feel safe, it makes me feel happy. I like being able to touch you like this, not with anyone else but us.” She confessed, sniffling. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on a rant.” She muttered.

        “No, no. It’s fine. I’m glad you can talk to me about this. It won’t ever happen again. They’ll leave you alone, I promise.” Hitoshi spoke, the promise coming out of his tongue without even processing the words himself. “You should be allowed to talk about your feelings with me.”

        “I’m sorry for bothering you. You’re sick and tired and you need rest.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I want to you go to me when you’re upset or in trouble. You’re not a bother.” He admitted.

        She nodded, more tears escaping her eyes as she sobbed more at his words. She hid her face in his neck, not caring how sweaty he was from his fever or how hot he felt to the touch. 

        “Thank you.” She cried. “Thank you so much, Hitoshi.” 

        “Here, you go shower and you can spend the night. Okay?” Hitoshi spoke.

        (Y/N) nodded, hesitating to stand up from his lap and escape his arms. She ended up getting up reluctantly, unwrapping her arms from his head. She rummaged through his closet for a big long-sleeved shirt before finding a black one she liked. She walked out of his room and to the shower, undressing.

        Hitoshi bought bath products for (Y/N) when she started to stay the nights more often ([Y/N] bought some for him too at her house, though it’s hidden in her room to hide from her family). It brought her joy to know he bought products for her and just her. It made her happy knowing she was the only girl staying at his house, sleeping in his bed cuddling him at night. 

        Karma suddenly forced her way out of (Y/N)'s body, shocking her as she jumped.

        “Karma, what the hell are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, instinctively covering herself up with a towel.

        “I need to run. I have too much adrenaline still. I’m going to go crazy cooped up in your body.” Karma groaned.

        (Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes, “Fine, fine. Go. Just be quick.” 

        Karma walked through the door and to Hitoshi’s room. Karma walked through Hitoshi’s door, alerting him.

        “Hey, lover boy.” She spoke. “I have a little proposition for you.”

        Hitoshi looked at her suspiciously. He knew that if she was out, there usually was trouble to follow with her.

        “What is it?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “Me and you both know those bullies aren’t going to stop leaving her alone. We have to do something about it.” Karma spoke.

        “… Like what?” he asked.

        Good, he’s actually entertaining the idea. Karma thought.

        “We could kill them, make them transfer schools, something like that.” She suggested. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.” 

        “What? We can’t do that. I want to become a hero and so don’t you?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “Sometimes… heroes have to make sacrifices. Your good deeds will outweigh your bad ones. Besides, no one is going to find out. I won’t even tell (Y/N).” Karma egged on. “Cross my heart.”

        Hitoshi paused, thinking.

        “You… wouldn’t happen to know where they all live… would you?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “I’ve done my own spying while she’s been asleep. I can write down the addresses.” Karma spoke, an invisible smile on her face.

        Hitoshi ignore the slight fear that bubbled in his chest at Karma’s words. He gave her a paper and pen as she started writing the names and addresses.

        “You’re going to make sure she stays asleep tonight while I take care of them. Okay?” Hitoshi ordered.

        “I can do that.” Karma agreed. “I’ll even do you a favor and unlock all their windows so you can go in.”

        Karma walked outside of the house, going to fulfill the promise she gave Hitoshi. Hitoshi looked at the list Karma gave him, going on his phone and opening tabs for all of the locations as he sat down on his bed. He decided on the shortest route to get all of them in one night, putting his phone in his pocket just as (Y/N) knocked on the door, entering his room. 

        Hitoshi opened the covers for (Y/N) to climb into, noticing how she had no problem getting in the bed. He noticed her dull eyes glance at the paper on his desk. (Y/N) swore she recognized that handwriting.

        He ignored the paper and hoped she would too. She didn’t mention anything as she hooked her legs around him and rested her head on his chest. 

        “Are… you okay now? Do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?” he questioned, not wanting her to be uncomfortable or scared. 

        “No!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sitting up rather quickly. “Don’t leave me, anything but that.” She spoke, her eyes starting to form tears in them.

        Right, Karma’s gone so (Y/N)'s emotions are unstable at the moment. Hitoshi thought.

        Karma is apart of (Y/N)'s body and mind in a sense, so she shares half of (Y/N)'s limbic system (the emotional part of the human brain), so when the two of them separate from each other, their emotions are unstable and their logic can be scattered. It's one of the annoying parts of their quirk, which can be troublesome quite troublesome to making the right calls in battle.  

        “No, no. I won’t. I just wanted to make sure you feel safe.” Hitoshi mumbled, his voice quiet to soothe her.

        “I feel safe with you.” (Y/N) spoke, not even taking a second to think about her answer as she stared at him with an unusual seriousness in her eyes. 

        Hitoshi smiled softly, gently guiding her head back down onto his chest. She didn’t hesitate laying back down, allowing Hitoshi to pet her wet hair with one of his hands, the other wrapped around her to keep her close.

        “You tired?” he questioned, keeping up with petting her head so she’d fall asleep quicker.

        “Yeah.” She admitted, her hands clutching onto his shirt to keep him close to her and to anchor herself. 

        Hitoshi took off her glasses and placed them on his nightstand, continuing to soothe her until he was certain she was fast asleep.

        Karma phased through the window, being careful not to knock anything down. She walked up to Hitoshi and (Y/N), standing over them. She opened the window gently, pulling through a long rope and black gloves.

        “They’re not home.” Karma spoke, leaning down and rummaging through (Y/N)'s backpack.

        “Where are they?” Hitoshi questioned.

        “The abandoned cabin near Lake Samui.” Karma informed, pulling out Yamada’s brother’s pocket knife and handing it to Hitoshi.

        “All together?” Hitoshi asked, receiving a silent nod from Karma. “What’s with all this?” he questioned, talking about the rope and gloves as Karma handed him the knife.

        “Just in case you gotta round them up like cattle. Keep your fingerprints off the knife and bodies too. You never know when you need a knife.” Karma smiled, indirectly screaming at Hitoshi to murder them. 

        Hitoshi sighed, “Okay, you make sure she stays asleep.” 

        Karma nodded, helping Hitoshi untangle himself from (Y/N)'s grip. Hitoshi managed to break free, taking a second to look back at the two.

        Should he really be trusting (Y/N) in her care? Sure, they’ve lived together for basically their entire lives, but still, Karma has a knack for creating chaos. And can he really ensure such an important secret to Karma?

        Karma waved her fingers teasingly, as if knowing his thoughts.

        “Don’t worry. Have fun~” Karma whispered, a childish glee in her voice.

        No. No, he won’t. But as long as he just gets the boys expelled or convince them to moving schools, then she wouldn’t have to endure such abuse when he’s not looking. He gathered the rope, gloves, and pocket knife Karma gifted him and climbed out of his window, landing on the ground. He pulled his phone out of his pockets, discarding the route originally made. He knew how to get to the lake, it’s best not to use a GPS, especially at this time to look up where the lake is. That’s be suspicious and a possible connection to him.

        How convenient of them all to be at the lake, did Karma do something? he thought, walking towards the lake.

        It was an hour walk on foot, giving Hitoshi all the time in the world to reconsider and turn back. He’d force them to switch schools, get a good few punches in to give them a taste of what will happen if they don’t comply. Hell, he can send Karma to go after them and she’ll do it just because she can get away with it. 

        The laugh of the group echoed throughout the lake’s thin woods, giving away their location as Hitoshi walked near. He needs to get rid of Hiro and his quirk; Hiro can disengage someone else’s quirk within ten feet of him, so if Hiro activities his quirk before Hitoshi can get him under his brainwash, it’d be a fight of 5 against 1 while he'd be temporarily quirkless—he doesn’t exactly like those odds.

        Hitoshi got close enough to see their silhouettes by a fire they made. He could make out their voices, their laughs and taunts, their grumbles and grips, talking about what they did to the junior high senior. 

        “Did you how her bottom lip trembled?” Yamada giggled.

        “I was kinda knocked out.” Gen huffed, annoyed. 

        “Two kicks was all it took for you to get knocked out? Let alone two kicks from a girl half the size as you.” Kishō giggled, messing with Gen.

        “Wish I would’ve saw. You should’ve took a picture, good material for later.” Hiro sighed.

        “Gross, man.” Kishō gagged. “I don’t need to know how often you wank it.” 

        “Shut up.” Hiro hissed, punching Kishō’s shoulder. “Can't blame me. She’s American. Exotic, they say. It’s not everyday you see what a naked American looks like face to face—they’re naturally more curvier than Japanese women, you know.”

        “Hiro’s got a thing for foreign women.” Gen teased. “Besides, you can’t talk, Kishō. Your dumbass got knocked out by the shadow. How the hell did you manage to not see that?”

        “Dumb luck! I had my guard because you and Yamada were taking care of things. I didn’t think she’d try anything with a knife against her throat.” Kishō sassed back.

        “Oh! That reminds me! She took my brother’s knife! He’s gonna kill me when he founds out it’s stolen, and he’ll probably drown me in my own blood once he figures I took it.” Yamada groaned.

        “We can just get it Monday. Shinso wasn’t there today, probably won’t be Monday. Even if he was, she won't be with him all the time.” Hiro shrugged his shoulders, before a smirk spread across his face. “Hey, maybe we can get her tomorrow. See the birthday suit?”

        “She was a piece of art at that festival. That image is still stuck on my mind man. Japanese kimonos look hot on foreigners.” Gen admitted, giving his own devilish grin.

        “Hey, guys. I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Jāo spoke up.

        “Finally fucking speaks.” Gen spoke, before realizing what Jāo said. “What do you mean? You didn’t have a problem with messing with her today.”

        “I didn’t know we were going to go that far.” Jāo admitted. “Don’t you think that’s kind of messed up? Trying to assault her like that?” 

        “What? You want her to yourself or something?” Hiro snarled. “You’re even lucky I’m willing to share.”

        “Bros before hoes.” Yamada hummed.

        “For God’s sake, you tried raping her! Don’t you see what the problem is? That’s way too far!” Jāo exclaimed.

        “What? You gonna tell or something? You realize you were there, you could’ve stopped that. You’re just as guilty as us. If we go down, you’re going with.” Hiro explained. “You won’t be a damn hero if you’re in prison.”

        “I don’t want to be a hero. I don’t want any of us to be heroes if we’re going to be crooked like that.” Jāo huffed.

        Kishō looked at the two friends argue before he whistled, a smile on his face as he hit his palm with his fist.

        “I get it, man! You like her!” Kishō laughed. “She stabbed you with a pencil, then bandaged ya up, then fucking punched ya and kissed your cheek! You like the crazies!” 

        Jāo opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He couldn’t defend himself, not with how red his face was. He could still feel the sting of her punch, but also the warmth of her kiss.

        A bubbling feeling started to form in Hitoshi’s stomach and chest. It was like anger, but different. He’s not sure what it is or how he’s describe it, but he knows he hates the feeling.

        “Sorry, Hiro called dibs.” Yamada spoke.

        “Bummer.” Gen spoke sarcastically, clicking his tongue.

        “Yeah. You can’t just steal her like that, I called dibs years ago, before you joined our group.” Hiro growled, standing up from his spot on the dirt.

        “She’d like me better than you anyways. At least I still have some morals, not to mention the kiss she gave me.” Jāo spoke seriously, standing up from the ground too so he could challenge Hiro.

        The bubbling feeling in his chest and stomach exploded. His hands shook and his body felt awfully hot for a winter night. He walked up to the group and looked at Hiro.

        “Hiro.” Hitoshi spoke.

        “How the hell did you find—“ Hiro’s eyes went blank, the string of words he was going to say now nonexistent on his tongue.

        “Gen.” Hitoshi called out as Gen neared him, a pissed off expression on his face.

        “I’m still mad abo—“ his eyes went white too, no longer vocal.

        “Kishō.” Hitoshi acknowledged.

        Kishō charged at him without a word, swinging his fist at him. Hitoshi dodged and grabbed his arm, slamming him down onto the ground.

        “You son of a—“ his fell under Hitoshi’s quirk.

        “Yamada.” Hitoshi spoke. 

        Yamada stayed where he was, unsure whether to run like a coward or fight and most likely lose. 

        “Speak. Or are you too scared of me?” Hitoshi questioned, hitting a nerve in Yamada.

        “I’m not sc—“ he fell too.

        A headache was forming for Hitoshi, his concentration close to breaking, but he had just one more person. Jāo stood there, not in fear, but in understanding. Like he knew this was their punishment.

        Hitoshi deemed he wasn’t a threat and quickly grabbed the pocket knife from his pocket, cutting the long rope into four sections. He tied nooses with the rope and he walked to the motionless men standing in front of him, placing the nooses on their necks before tightening them tightly. 

        Jāo now understood what Hitoshi was doing, but he was too afraid to try and stop him with force, so he used his words.

        “Wait, aren't you supposed to be a hero? You can’t do this.” Jāo spoke.

        His words almost snapped Hitoshi of his concentration, almost snapped the strings connected to the brains of the gang.

        “Justice is blind in the eyes of the law.” Hitoshi spoke. “Heroes have to make sacrifices.” He spoke, relaying the words Karma told him. 

        Hitoshi found a big rock to stand on as he lifted one of the bodies—Gen—by their rope, tying the ropes end on the tree. He broke Gen out of his concentration, moving the rock away so Gen couldn’t use it to stand on. Gen immediately snapped his hands to his neck, trying to undo the noose but it only made the rope worsen, tightening itself around his neck more.

        Hitoshi heard the footsteps behind him, Jāo’s scared but pissed off expression reaching his eyes as he turned around.

        “You can’t kill them. You can’t have all of them suffocate and die slowly like that.” Jāo explained, walking closer to him.

        “Did you guys stop when she said to?” Hitoshi questioned.

        She said it herself. If Karma wasn't there to save her, they wouldn't have stopped. Hitoshi thought. So why should I stop?

        Jāo’s eyes held uncertainty, and his mouth wasn’t quick enough to try and defend him.

        “W-well, no… but—“ and the last domino falls, completing the game as he too fell under Hitoshi's quirk. 

        Hiro, Jāo, Gen, Kishō, and Yamada are the losers of tonight’s game.

        Hitoshi handed the pocket knife into Jāo’s hands.

        “Jāo, cut your wrists.” He ordered.

        Jāo brought the blade to his wrists, and cut, over and over again, then moved on to the next one.

        “Sit down on the ground, lay on your back.” Hitoshi spoke, prepping him for his framed suicide.

        He left the knife in Jāo’s hands, turning around to see Gen take his last breath. He grabbed the rock and found another sturdy tree branch, repeating the process of hanging Kishō up, then breaking out of his concentration for him so Kishō could feel the air be taken from his lungs, before meeting with Death. He repeated the steps with the others bullies until there were no more.

        He grabbed all their phones from their pockets, using their thumbs from their dead bodies to unlock them, and texted to all of their parents a message.

        “I love you.”

        “I’m sorry.”

        “Don’t forget about me.”

        “Stay strong.”

        “I hope you understand.”

        He sent the texts at the same time, changing up each message so it didn’t sound exactly like one person typed it. He quickly left the crime scene, knowing it’d only be a matter of time before one of the parents read the text and call the police. Their phones would be tracked and authorities would get here in ten minutes or less. Hitoshi ran like hell, his thoughts foggy as he guided himself out of the woods.

        I’ve should’ve let them suffer longer, but that was the only way to make their deaths look at least semi-normal. He thought.

        He could be in bed right now, cuddling (Y/N) and getting an amazing night's sleep, but he’s here, running away after committing first-degree murder for her.

        The realization set in on what he’d done. There’s absolutely no way he can even try justifying the murders, not to the law at least. In his brain, he knows what he did is wrong, but his heart is saying that it wasn’t enough.           He’s a convicted felon now, a runaway. He hopes that the police have no traces of him, hd hopes he didn't overlook something and accidentally leave a trace of him there. He doesn’t feel sorry for what he did to them, only angry at the crime itself. How wrong can it be for him to kill bad guys? Sometimes prison cannot redeem a man of his wrongdoings, it just worsens the man. They seemed too far gone for help. 

        Seriously, talking about being a hero when hours ago you tried to assault a vulnerable woman? Not to mention all the times they’ve hurt her before that. Justice was served on a bronze platter, they should’ve have worse done to them. 

        Hitoshi wasn’t sure who he was more mad at, Jāo or Hiro. Hiro’s claim about owning her, calling dibs on her before all of them. Jāo’s right, like she’d pick him over Hitoshi. Hitoshi’s her friend, Hitoshi never treated her like how he treated her. Hitoshi gave her space and an ear, all Hiro’s given her is bruises and trauma. 

        And Jāo, the damn lucky bastard. How’d he get a kiss from her, willingly? Hitoshi doesn’t care that it was on the cheek or that she messed him up the most beforehand. He only cares that she gave him a kiss. 

        At least I was her first. Hitoshi thought.

        Those two boys combined could never be good enough for her. They didn’t understand her like he did. He knew her moods, her favorite foods, what to do when she cries, her past. He would be a much better fit for her, if she’d allow it. They’re such good friends that they’ve stayed up together, spent days playing video games together, slept together in the same bed, wore each other’s clothes, even kissed (though accidentally). Hitoshi’s the best person that could ever be a part of her life. She doesn’t hug them, she doesn’t whisper secrets to them, or make funny jokes or wear their clothes or sleep with them—if she did, he probably would’ve killed them sooner.

        He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of police sirens wailing down the road. He was at least five minutes away from the lake’s woods, so it’s be suspicious to see him nearby after they discover the dead bodies. He ducked to the playground nearby, hiding in the bathroom stalls there, waiting until there were no more sirens.

        He walked out of the bathroom and continued his way down the road, sticking closer to the shadows. 

        He shouldn’t have been thinking like that. That’s wrong. He killed five people. He didn’t really mean to go that far, only wanted to teach them a lesson. But they didn’t learn the first time he taught them, so he had to go to more drastic measures, right? 

        These thoughts aren’t normal. They aren’t healthy. What would (Y/N) think?

        (Y/N) this, (Y/N) that. He might be going insane. He blames it on his sickness, his fever. Maybe that’s why he’s so disillusioned at the moment! Maybe he’s just sleeping right now! This is all a dream and he didn’t commit the murders! 

        He finally made it to his house, crawling into the window quietly as Karma waited patiently.

        “What happened?” she questioned, her curiosity comparable to a morbid child’s.

        “They’re all dead. I killed them.” He spoke blandly, grabbing a pair of clothes from his closet. “I’m going to shower.” 

        Karma nodded, resisting the urge to giggle. 

        Now that they’re out of the picture, Karma won't have to worry about their annoying asses. Now (Y/N) can calm her brain down and shut up about those stupid bullies. (Y/N) will be so happy once she hears they’re gone! She’ll be even happier when Karma explains why. 

        Hitoshi needed to rid himself of all the dirt on him. He needs to scrub his skin raw, confirm he still did have feelings and didn’t commit that act out of insensitivity or something like that. 

        When he finished showering, he put on the new change of clothes and made sure to throw out the gloves in the bathroom trash to dispose of later. He walked out of the bathroom and back to (Y/N), seeing Karma had disappeared. He opened the covers and crawled back inside, awaking (Y/N). She jumped, startled.

        “Sorry, it’s me.” Hitoshi whispered.

        “Why did you leave bed? Where did you go?” she muttered, climbing in between his legs and resting her body on his, placing her head down on his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

        “Bathroom. I went to shower.” Hitoshi lied.

        (Y/N) subtly rested her cheek on her right, facing Hitoshi’s bedroom. She peeked at the clock on Hitoshi’s nightstand with blurred vision, making out that it was 10 P.M. 

        She came here around 1 P.M. when she ditched class, then fell asleep around 2 P.M.  She felt Hitoshi leave her arms at 4 P.M. but Karma told her to act like she was sleeping, so she did. When she heard Hitoshi leave the room, Karma simply said Hitoshi had a surprise for later and forced (Y/N) to go back to sleep after an hour of worrying about where he’s going, who he’d be with, if there would be any girls. Karma didn’t answer her and didn’t allow her to leave the room, resulting in (Y/N) using the scent of Hitoshi’s pillowcase to fall back asleep. Then he wakes her up around 10 P.M. fully showered in a new pair of clothes. 

        Suspicious. She thought.

        “Go back to sleep. I’m here.” Hitoshi muttered, resting his hand on her head and the other on her back. 

        He combed through her messy hair to lure her back to sleep. It worked as she closed her eyes, figuring tomorrow Karma would tell her all about what he’s been up to. 

        The shame from earlier diminished from his chest and mind as he looked at the girl comfortable in his arms. The warmth in his chest made what he did so worth it. At the end of the night, he was the one she laid with, not any of them. She’s safe now, exactly what he wanted for his friend.         .         .         (Y/N) woke up first before Hitoshi. That was a rare thing, it only proved how exhausting his night was yesterday.

        The gnawing feeling of curiosity appeared in her stomach, wondering where he was. It shifted to jealousy, a rabie-like bite as she needed to know who he was with doing what.

        She admired his sleeping face, rested her thumb under his eyes 

        Karma. (Y/N) called out, seeing if Karma would answer or make her suffer more.

        Yes? Karma questioned, a giggle in her voice.

        It appears she’ll spare (Y/N) the trouble. 

        You know where he went, don’t you? (Y/N) questioned.

        Lake Samui. Karma answered.

        A lake? Did he go skinny-dipping with some broad she doesn’t know of? It seems unlucky, but maybe he’s in a rebellious phase of his life? She knew her chest wasn’t big enough to satisfy him!

        I can tell you’re overreacting and I’m not even in that section of your mind. Karma sighed. 

        There were three thought sections in her mind. One designated to just (Y/N), one designed to just Karma, and one where they shared their thoughts and talked telepathically.

        Who was he with? (Y/N) questioned.

        Hiro and his gang. Karma answered.

        What? Why? (Y/N) questioned. 

        Check the news. Karma urged.

        (Y/N) huffed, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Hitoshi’s phone on his nightstand, gently picking up his thumb and using it on the touchpad. The phone unlocked, showing a picture of him and her resting on the grass under their favorite tree. She had encouraged him to take a picture of the two since they didn’t have any photos together. The picture he has as his screen saver is also matching hers, the fact bringing a smile on her face. 

        (Y/N) took a minute to scroll through his messages and photos before Karma redirected her attention back to the news. She opened up his browser and typed out “Japan news” along with their city. 

        Multiple articles from just hours ago brought up the suicide of five. Every article she read had very limited information, all she knew was that five teenage bodies of boys were discovered at Lake Samui last night, seeming to be suicides, the authorities say. She didn’t know the names as the police wouldn’t disclose personal information for the sake of the minors, but she could piece out it was Hiro and his gang since they had five members and there were five bodies.

        What was Hitoshi doing there? (Y/N) questioned. Why would he be there late at night? 

        He killed them, obviously. Karma huffed.

        Hitoshi? Do something like that? I doubt it, he’s a sweetheart. (Y/N) spoke, defending Hitoshi when he couldn’t. I mean… he’d tell me! We're friends!

        Come on. I’m serious! He even asked for my help while you were in the shower. Karma insisted.

        But why would he do that? They don’t mess with him anymore. (Y/N) questioned. 

        Obviously, he has a thing for you too. Karma groaned. You’re supposed to be the experienced one in this field, not me. 

        I apologize for not believing the falsehoods you lead me to. I don’t appreciate you lying for entertainment. (Y/N) huffed. Especially if you’re involving Hitoshi.

        I’m not lying! Cross my heart and everything. You’ll see, he seemed a little out of it last night when he returned. I bet he’ll crack. Karma giggled.

        Karma’s last comment brought a sense of fear into (Y/N)'s heart. What if he does break down? What if he tells the police and they take him away from her? What would even be the point of being a hero if it’s not by Hitoshi’s side. If he left, she’d probably quit everything about being a hero, move out of Japan and back to America, start a career in nursing. Or worse, she might kill herself. She was barely able to survive the weekend without seeing Hitoshi before, but now that they’re on a touching basis, she can’t survive five hours without seeing or feeling him. 

        (Y/N) noticed movement from Hitoshi and quickly deleted the search history so Hitoshi didn’t know she was searching the news. She deleted all other tabs she opened and put the phone back on his charger, hoping he wouldn’t reach for it when he wakes up and sees the battery is down by 2%. 

        “Morning, Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, brushing his purple hair out of his eyes.

        “Morning already?” he groaned.

        “Well, really it’s 2 P.M.” (Y/N) corrected, looking at his clock for a second before turning her attention back at Hitoshi. “Want breakfast?” 

        “I want to go back to sleep.” He sighed, tired from last night.

        “I don’t have a problem with that.” She spoke, immediately squirming herself deeper into the covers as she got in a comfortable position, being held by Hitoshi as she faced the fan he bought for her in his room.         .         .         On Monday, news vans and police cars invaded the front gates. Police tried to hold off the media while anchormen tried to interview students about the dead kids, looking for any information such as who they were, why they could’ve committed suicide.

        The police thought it was awfully suspicious for five kids to commit suicide together, of course they could’ve done a suicide pact, but there was nothing for the hanging kids to stand on before they hung themselves; raising some alarms for the police. Not only that, but from student reports, the kids weren’t well-liked either so there was definitely a chance they had enemies. If it was a murder, it was premeditated and five accounts of first degree murder alone. 

        Hitoshi looked normal per usual, but (Y/N) could tell his nervousness. His brows were furrowed a little more than usual and he avoided all eye contact from her and the police, instead keeping his eyes on the ground. His hands were slightly clammy but it was winter so there should be no reason Hitoshi’s feeling overheated. 

        Maybe Karma was actually right. (Y/N) thought. She said she helped him. The day he went out there was a paper on his nightstand that wasn’t there when I arrived but it appeared after I shower. The messy handwriting was obviously Karma’s, Hitoshi doesn’t write as passive-aggressively as Karma does to a piece of paper.

        (Y/N) spared Hitoshi a glance, gaining his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned to look at her. They both stared at each other in silence before (Y/N) smiled, squeezing his hand slightly to give him reassurance.

        We know your secret~ Karma singed, acting as if Hitoshi could actually hear her.

        What’s his next move now? (Y/N) thought. We’re going to need to keep an eye on him in case he tries to rat himself out to the police. 

        He seems easy to crack under pressure when he feels guilty, and he definitely feels guilty right now. Karma commented. You can watch him during the day and I’ll watch during the night? 

        Why are you trying to help? You’ve already done enough damage. (Y/N) huffed.

        Because I unlocked all their windows and rummaged through their rooms. That looks suspicious. The time that Hitoshi left last night, if the police tracked his phone, they would see he wouldn’t have had enough time to go to all their houses then the lake, and he never even passed them. So they’d think there was an accomplice, which was technically us because I broke into their houses and told Hitoshi where they were. Karma explained.

        I shouldn’t be held accountable for your actions. (Y/N) sighed. But that’s just more of a reason to keep him quiet. We all will go down if he confesses.

        We can still kidnap him? Karma questioned.

        You’ve lost the smart streak you just had. (Y/N) commented.

        (Y/N) and Hitoshi walked into class together, letting go of each other’s hands as they walked to their seats sat next to each other ([Y/N] made Karma change the seating charts digitally when the teacher assigned the seats). (Y/N) noticed the way Hitoshi kept his eyes on the window. He wasn’t very talkative today, but (Y/N) wasn’t either.

        Is she sad that they’re gone? Is she mad at whoever did it? Is she mad at me? Is that why she’s quiet? Hitoshi thought anxiously. 

        “Toshi.” (Y/N) whispered, getting his attention. “Why are you so scared?”

        “It’s just… surreal that they actually died.” Hitoshi whispered back.

        “It’s not so bad, I mean. At least they won’t pick with us anymore?” (Y/N) spoke, then realized how dehumanized she sounded. “But, it’s a little depressing since they were apart of our lives. Even if bad.”

        That makes them sound important. Hitoshi thought, resisting the urge to grimace.

        He seems displeased. Was that not a good enough response? How do I feign grief while seeming not out of touch? (Y/N) thought. Should I start crying? Will that prove to him I’m a little affected by their deaths so it doesn’t seem like I’m crazy or apathetic, yet I don’t care much about what he did so I wouldn’t hold it against him?

        Human emotions are very complex. Karma sighed.

        I agree. (Y/N) commented.

        The bell rang, signaling for everyone to get into class. The students that walked in either whispered or didn’t speak at all, seemingly stunned at the loss of the five students.

        What’s the big deal? Five students out of the entire student body, who cares? They were assholes anyways. I say it should’ve been done sooner. Karma huffed. 

        Humans are social beings, I supposed it’d be natural to feel sympathy for the loss of others. Think about their friends and family, they’re probably heartbroken at the news. It’s like watching a kid die in a movie, it touches the audience and brings out the wanted reaction of sadness. (Y/N) explained.

        So, you’re telling me humans can feel another’s pain? Karma questioned.

        Yeah, that’s probably the closest you’d get to understanding it. (Y/N) confirmed.

        Karma’s not as good with emotions as (Y/N). Karma has more battle IQ and brawn, but (Y/N) has more emotional IQ and brains (even if the emotional IQ is just a little more than Karma’s).

        When lunch rolled around, Hitoshi hesitated a bit with standing up to go outside. The media might try to talk with any students who leave the school to get lunch, hell, news reporters will go as far as to trespassing school grounds to talk with the students because their company needs the latest details first before any other rivals get a hold of them. 

        “Our tree is in the back, away from the front gates where the reporters are. We’ll be safe from their greedy hands.” (Y/N) reassured.

        “I just hate all the attention. Too much noise.” Hitoshi sighed, the lie believable enough for any outsiders hearing, but (Y/N) knew better.

        They walked out of the classroom with no fear of being tailed by Hiro’s gang, heading to the vending machines to buy lunch; probably something like chips and a drink. (Y/N) didn’t make any lunch last night due to all the events that unfolded so quickly.

        (Y/N) guided Hitoshi to their tree outside, being right as there was indeed no reporters, just stray students walking around and the high kids hiding near the dumpsters. 

        (Y/N) sat under the tree, watching as Hitoshi basically collapsed onto the ground. She waited a minute for Hitoshi to speak about something, anything really, just hear his voice and thoughts.

        But he didn’t say anything, he kept quiet.

        “Do you think it was actually a suicide?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “I’d rather not talk about it.” Hitoshi sighed.

        “Understandable.” (Y/N) nodded, not wanting to pry and have him mad at her.

        She didn’t want to sleep on the couch, or in her own bed alone if she made him mad. Hitoshi hadn’t kicked her out yet so she’ll fully abuse every opportunity she gets. 

        That led her wondering to what their relationship really was. Friends don’t sleep in each other’s beds holding each other late at night; especially if they’re the opposite gender. They especially don’t kill for each other either. It made (Y/N) wonder if Hitoshi finally likes her now. The signs are there, he spends almost every day and night with her now. They eat meals together, sleep together, watch TV together, hold hands together, almost anything that can come to mind. The only time they seem to be apart is when they’re in the bathroom or (Y/N) has to go back to her father's to avoid suspicion (Hitoshi always ends up climbing through her window to sleep with her during those nights though). 

        Why don’t you ask to date? Karma questioned.

        Are you serious? With what’s going on in his brain? He’s obviously affected by what he’s done, I don’t want him to panic and say no! (Y/N) hissed. When he’s in a more stable state, I’ll confess. So I’m going to have to wait a few months, perhaps when high school starts.

        Their lunch was quieter than usual. No little games or random questions, the silence they had wasn’t even a comfortable one, but it wasn’t awkward either—just dead.

        The pair stood up and headed back to class when the bell finally rang. For once, (Y/N) was more worried about Hitoshi than the math equation on the board. Hitoshi couldn’t even focus, he started to speculate that (Y/N) knew—there’s no way Karma actually has the ability to not tell (Y/N) something that can cause problems. From now on, Hitoshi has to keep a close leash on (Y/N). 

        Hitoshi may have a leash on her, but (Y/N) knows she can drag him in the dirt if she truly desired.         .         .         Hitoshi knows it’s wrong. He understands he’s making his friendship unhealthy and risking his friendship by doing this. He used to believe he and (Y/N) spent almost all their time together, but now he knows they truly do. 

        He refuses to allow (Y/N) to leave bed without him, even if she has to go to the bathroom (he’ll wait in the hallway). He’s always watching from (Y/N)'s shoulder whenever she’s on her phone, even going as far as to unlocking it while she’s sleeping so he can go through text messages, call history, and search history to make sure she hasn’t contacted the police or spoken about the possibility of her knowing. He doesn’t allow her to go outside in public without him, always making sure he’s holding her hand in case she tries to wander off to the police station. Perhaps he’s being a little too paranoid and probably only setting alarms off in her head, but instead she seems to be enjoying the attention. 

        He doesn’t miss the big smile she gives him when he initiates hand-holding first, or when he hugs her tighter to make sure she doesn’t leave bed. It was exhilarating to be on the receiving end of the clingy affection. Her heart speeds up and her face gets red, but in a good way. She hopes that whenever she holds Hitoshi’s hand that he feels the same way she feels when he grabs her hand first.

        He hopes—prays—that (Y/N) doesn’t notice how he’s purposely going out of his way to spend all his time with her. Even on the days she goes back home to spend at least some time with her family because her father is finally off with her hero work, Hitoshi would be staring through the window, waiting for the second she finished the little social intervention so he could call her to come over again. He’d read her lips to make sure she wasn’t spilling anything about him or the five boys who “committed suicide”. 

        He wants to say he feels terrible about stalking her like this, but he’s been learning so much more about her now that he’s going out of his way to pay attention. He’s an observant person as it is, but now it’s like he really knows her like the palm of his hands.

        He knows of the burn marks on both her hands. He was peeking over her shoulder one night while she was texting (making sure she wasn’t contacting the police) and he noticed the pale marks. He questioned her about it and noticed how her face turned red yet played it off. “Oh, just some accidents I had as a kid. I was clumsy cooking.” 

        She was embarrassed of the scars because she was afraid it’d be unattractive to have damaged hands, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact starting to absentmindedly trace the scars whenever they held hands (it never failed to make her face explode red when he did this).

        He had learned about her writing books. Sometimes during mid-conversation or in class, she’d pull out her phone and write notes that came to her mind, ideas for her current stories or ongoing stories, thoughts for her to unravel and piece together later. He found the book on her shelf one day when he was alone in her room when she went to go shower. He noticed her name on the book and opened it, reading the first chapter until she finally came back. When he questioned if she wrote it, she nodded and showed him her laptop with the ever growing story ideas and plans. 

        Since then, whenever she published a book, he’d be the first one to buy it. He usually read them while she slept or in his rare spare time since she got embarrassed when someone would read her work in front of her, unsure if they’d enjoy her hard work or not. She was ecstatic when he returned and rambled on about the characters and story ideas inside of just saying a “that was good” or “good job” like everyone else did. 

        It made her feel as if the hours of researching, writing, planning, editing, rescaling, formatting, and tears she spent on the book was for nothing or had little value. It made her smile knowing he genuinely enjoyed her work and it left a mark in his head that he had to go to her and talk about the details he noticed. He actually pointed out the small details, actually put in the time to observe the words she had written. 

        Her writing gave him a better understanding and glimpse of her thought process. A writer usually puts themselves in the main protagonist’s shoes that way their actions, words, and thoughts would be of the protagonist, but sometimes, a writer’s true perspective accidentally slips into the page, whether it’d be a favorite color or a character. He noticed how one of the characters in her book had a little more screen time than the other characters, a good friend of the main protagonist who struggled with insomnia, so the pair would go out on long night drives to battle her friend’s insomnia. The characters were hinted of having crushes on one another, and he noticed how (Y/N) got especially more flustered than usual when bringing up how he liked the bond between the two characters. 

        It made him wonder if that was her true feelings about him, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The story was about the murder of the main protagonist’s friend, and how everyone forgot him except her. He returned to her one day in spirit, asking for her help to find his killer. The crazy thing was there was a clone (more of a shell) of the best friend wandering around the place, helping erase people’s minds of the murder. A tale of mystery and the supernatural, of romance and of betrayal. It was definitely something more different from her other books, but he felt enraptured all the same. The dead friend’s tired eyes, his soothing voice, his pale skin, his teasing yet sarcastic remarks, his actions such as holding the protagonist’s hand through her anxiety—all of it left his face red and heart hammering at the possibility (Y/N) was describing them, his face in mind when she was writing (friendly blushing, of course, because they’re friends, he tried to convince himself).

        His stalking led him to noticing many things. The items she had saved on her online shopping cart (he went through her phone). The books she read (mostly of slasher horror, fantasy, and true crime, but he did notice a couple of manipulation and deception, whatever those were for). He noticed the TV shows she enjoyed. He noticed the pattern of stuffed animals she had; big and fluffy and cute, oddly enough for her personality. Even learning her favorite foods in each category.

        All these details help create an image of (Y/N) in his head, each new thread of information helping perfect the image and expand ideas of how to react in situations and what to buy for gifts (friendship gifts, of course). 

        Unfortunately, his prayers of her not noticing could not be answered (whether there was no God or he wanted to see Hitoshi suffer for his sins), as he was caught. Many times.

        “What are you doing?” (Y/N) questioned, sleepy eyes recognizing her phone case in Hitoshi’s hands, along with seeing the threads of messages he was reading. 

        “Nothing.” He spoke, waving it off despite the sweat rolling down his face from being caught. 

        He’s been caught scrolling through her phone while she slept.

        “Toshi? What are you doing all the way over there? I can walk to the mailbox myself.” (Y/N) shouted, spotting Hitoshi from down the street when she got too paranoid and turned around to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

        “The weather is nice!” Hitoshi shouted.

        “But… it’s pouring? And you don’t like getting wet?” (Y/N) spoke.

        Caught tailing her in public (not only to the mailbox, but the grocery store). 

        Those were only two scenarios of the many stalking situations he’s been finding himself in. He tells himself it’s just to make sure she doesn’t learn the truth, and if she does, keep her mouth shut, but he’s convinced it’s because of the beating in his heart. The heat in his face. The sudden inability to breathe. The soothing tranquility of her touch. The luring relaxation of her voice. The blood rush to his ears and—

        “Toshi? What are you doing out my window? It’s 2 A.M?” (Y/N) spoke, suddenly opening her window and scaring the soul out of Hitoshi. 

        “I—Uh.” He stammered. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” 

        “Oh.” (Y/N) spoke. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep without you either. Come in. It’s cold out there.” 

        Hitoshi climbed into her room, shutting the window behind him as she walked to her door and locked it.

        “You know, you’ve been acting a little weird lately. Mind telling me?” (Y/N) questioned. 

        Hitoshi looked to the side, unsure of what excuse he can use this time.

        “It’s complicated.” He sighed. 

        “Sure is. You’ve been on edge for weeks.” (Y/N) pointed out, walking to Hitoshi. “Could it be? No…” she muttered, purposely audible for Hitoshi to hear her.

        It’s time to let the mask slip.

        “What?” Hitoshi spoke quickly, alarmed.

        He knew Karma couldn’t be trusted.

        “It’s just… Karma told me something funny a few weeks ago. The day after the those boys committed suicide. But it’s probably noth—“ he was so quick, she didn’t even notice he moved until she felt herself get shoved down onto her bed.

        He had pushed her down and pinned her wrists, his legs in between her legs, trapping her from trying to escape him. Her fear of men be damned, he couldn’t even remember that if he tried to, at the moment he was too worried on what she knew. He needed to know what she knew.

        “What did she say, (Y/N)?” Hitoshi muttered, his voice quiet, as if scared anyone else would hear their conversation, serious enough to acknowledge her name (something rare from him).

        “She said you killed them. Hiro, Yamada, Jāo, Gen, and Kishō.” (Y/N) spoke.

        “She’s a liar.” Hitoshi snapped.

        “Oh, but it makes sense, Hitoshi.” (Y/N) retorted, a smile growing on her face. 

        For the first time, he didn’t like her saying his full name. Not as sinisterly as she said it.

        “You left that same night they died. You left late. There was a paper on your desk that had Karma’s handwriting. I read their names and the addresses. Then you left when I fell asleep. I woke up because you weren’t there and Karma was on watch. You came home hours later with gloves on your hand and your clothes smelt like the woods and Jāo’s cologne. You showered right when you came back and crawled back in bed. My pocket knife I stole from Gen was missing, found at the crime scene later on the news.” She explained. “Why aren't you the killer?” 

        “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to.” He hissed.

        “Oh? Hitoshi, what happened to you saying you didn’t kill them? I thought Karma lied, you said.” (Y/N) pointed out.

        “Fuck. I-I… I did. I did do it.” Hitoshi confessed, his lungs having a hard time breathing at his confession, as if telling him to not utter the words. “But I didn’t mean to.”

        “How could you not mean to? You got their addresses. You figured out where they were. You walked hours to them. You were fully dressed and tied your shoes. You had gloves, rope, my pocket knife. You couldn’t stopped at one, at two, at three, hell even four, but you stopped at five. You stopped your murder spree when there was no other man left to kill.” (Y/N) explained. “You know what that makes you? Do you know what killing five people makes you? Not only a murderer, or even a serial killer, but a mass murderer.” 

        Wow, Karma really set him up on that. Was that planned?

        “It. Was. An. Accident.” Hitoshi hissed, his grip on her wrists tightening.

        “You can say that, I can say that—the police won’t.” (Y/N) hummed.

        His heart fell out of his chest, betrayal lacing his eyes.

        “Don’t look at me like that, love. You’re almost making me feel bad.” (Y/N) pouted. “Why’d you do it? Huh?”

        “I…” he paused, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves as he started shaking. “I was mad. They hurt you—and that wasn’t even the first time. They could’ve done worse if Karma didn’t step in.” He confessed. “I wanted you to be safe. For them to never hurt you, I killed them for you.” 

        Yeah, he killed them for her. She’s safe now. He saved her. She’s basically indebted to him now. The least she can do is keep a measly secret for him.

        “Jāo was killed different. Why?” (Y/N) questioned.

        “Just felt like it…” Hitoshi muttered, adverting her eyes.

        “He was my favorite one.” (Y/N) hummed. “He was cute too. I would’ve gave him more than one kiss, but—“ 

        “Shut up!” Hitoshi snapped, his grip tightening on her wrists more.

        She relished the pain, imagining the bruises for later as she let out a giggle, obviously enjoying this little moment between them.

        “You were jealous. I knew it.” She laughed. “You wanted your own kiss, didn’t you?”

        Hitoshi refused to look at her, his jaw tight and clenched as his eyebrows were furrowed, showing his rage. 

        “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” (Y/N) barked, gaining his attention.

        She thought it was funny, she was the one pinned under him yet she held entire control of the conversation and situation. 

        “Now tell me, were you jealous of Jāo? Were you jealous that I patched him up? That I kissed—“ 

        “Yes.” Hitoshi hissed, his teeth gritting together as he cut her off, anything so he didn’t have to hear the dreadful details of the two sharing an intimate moment he should’ve had with her.

        (Y/N) hummed, pleased of his submission.

        “You know. I didn’t kiss his lips. I could’ve, but I saved that for you.” (Y/N) admitted. “You’re the only one I would want to kiss like that.”

        “…Huh?” Hitoshi voiced, confused.

        A few moments ago, she was beating it into his head that he’s a mass murderer, and now she’s talking about wanting to kiss him?

        “I can’t do that if you’re in jail. So, let’s make a deal.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’ll keep your secret safe if you kiss me. A real kiss, not a peck.”

        “W-what? But… we’re friends. Friends don’t kiss each other.” Hitoshi mumbled.

        “That’s because we’re special friends. Me and you have been together for a long time, so we’re special friends. Special friends can kiss each other.” (Y/N) explained. “You said you wanted to kiss me, did you not?” she questioned, tilting her head and licking her lips so a gloss appeared on them.

        “I-I mean… yeah.” His words are getting twisted by her, he knows that much, but he also knows she’s speaking the truth he tried to hide under his words “but—“ 

        “I’m willing to go to jail for you. I’m willing to be an accomplice to murder, the least you can do is kiss me, Hitoshi.” She spoke, pouting her lips.

        He was shocked, unsure of what to do. His heart told him to do it, but his brain had alarms going off at her red flags he’s just now noticed. He’s too deep in now, and if he backed down now, she can easily turn him in and wouldn’t be an accomplice because she’d have the excuse of “not knowing” until now since he gave an official confession.

        He’s not sure when he leaned in, but found himself giving in as he brought a hand up to her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. (Y/N) used the opportunity to take her hand and rest it on his cheek, using her other hand to grab his shirt and pull him in closer, resting his chest on hers. Hitoshi pulled away after a few seconds, maybe three. 

        “My lips are now sealed.” She whispered, looking into his eyes with nothing but sickening-sweet adoration.

        Hitoshi let out a relieved sigh. He hopes that she’s better at keeping a secret than Karma. He looked down and noticed the smile on her face, her cheeks red as she looked up at him.

        “See? It wasn’t so bad! Did it taste like strawberry?” she questioned. 

        Hitoshi took a moment to think. He couldn't exactly focus on the kiss, not his with pounding heart or shaky hands. The fear of almost being caught and blackmailed, then the sudden request of a kiss, was working his heart and brain overtime. He couldn't even process the kiss, his first purposeful kiss (both kisses that he coincidentally shared with her).

        "I-I don't know..." He muttered. "I gu—"

        (Y/N) grabbed his shirt and smashed her lips onto his, stealing another kiss from him. His eyes widened, shocked at her boldness, but he soon closed his eyes, taking the time to relish the taste of her lips like how she wanted. His hands found their way to her head, wrapping his fingers around her tresses and positioning her head in a more comfortable position for them both. She gave his bottom lip an experimental lick, silently telling him to do that same. He did, and somehow the intoxicating strawberry taste got stronger, like a drug he couldn't get enough of. Before the kiss could develop any further, she pulled away. He found himself chasing her lips for a second before gaining his composure. A fire red took over his cheeks, ashamed of how caught up he had himself over a little kiss with his best friend. 

        "Did you taste it then?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry to tease him.

        He nodded, adverting her eyes so he didn't have to look at them and have his heart quicken again.

        "Tastes good, yeah?" (Y/N) questioned, receiving another nod from him. "You can kiss me as much as you'd like to taste it again."

        Her comment shocked him, forcing his eyes back to her as he opened his mouth.

        "But—" 

        "Special friends, remember? We're allowed to kiss each other." (Y/N) spoke, before her lips turned into a pout. "Do you think I'm lying to you? You think I'd like to you, Toshi?" 

        Hitoshi noticed how she went back to using his nickname again. He was a little relieved of that, it must mean that the tense situation disappeared. Hitoshi realized that even know he wasn't pinning her arms anymore, he still had her caged on her bed.

        "Oh, sorry." He muttered, backing up a bit to give her space before remembering her question. "No... I don't think you'd lie to me."

        He honestly wasn't sure he believed his answer himself. He believes he's lying to himself too. 

        "Don't be sorry." (Y/N) smiled. "I liked it." She confessed.

        Hitoshi looked down to advert his eyes, noticing the marks he left on her purple wrists. 

        "Ah, crap. Your wrists..." he pointed out.

        He wanted to reach out and touch them, gently rub them in hopes that their normal pale color would reappear and the dark red marks would disappear. He didn't even realize how rough he was treating her. 

        "I'm sorry." He finally got out. 

        (Y/N) trailed her eyes down to them, noticing the coloring. It'll bruise later, but she doesn't mind, she actually looks forward to seeing the vibrant color later.

        "Oh, don't worry about it, Hitoshi." (Y/N) waved off.

        "But I hurt you." He spoke, his eyebrows furrowed, angry in himself. "I told you I killed them to protect you, but I ended up hurting you."

        "Hitoshi..." (Y/N) sighed.

        She used his first name, becoming serious once more (something he didn't quite like, not after everything that's happened tonight). She stood up from her bed and walked towards Hitoshi. She noted that he didn't even try to back up, he just stayed in place and watched as she got closer, close enough to rest her hands on Hitoshi's face, forcing him to make eye contact with her so he knew she was being serious. 

        "I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I wouldn't have let you pin me down for as long as you did if I felt unsafe." (Y/N) admitted.

        Hitoshi nodded, his nerves at ease as he looked into her eyes, before noticing the way she started smiling.

        "Besides, it felt good. I like it when you do it." (Y/N) confessed, backing up from him to give him space. "You should do it more, yeah?" she hummed. 

        Hitoshi almost choked on air at her confession, his eyes darting to her as he gulped air down.

        "Hey! Y-you can't just say that!" Hitoshi spluttered.

        "What? I'm just being honest." She smirked. "Anyways, you're probably tired, huh? It's been such an emotional roller coaster for you. Come to bed." 

        Hitoshi hesitated for a second. After everything they've been through tonight, is it really a good idea to sleep in the same bed with the girl who not only is blackmailing him, but who he was also kissing just moments ago? His mind grew fuzzy just remembering the kiss again. He's convinced she has her own brainwashing quirk, there's no way a memory should have that much of an influence on his heart.

        (Y/N) was already in pajamas, but she went through her drawers and gave a pair of clothes for Hitoshi. She unlocked her bedroom door and walked out of her room, going to her bathroom to brush her hair and use the restroom. She left Hitoshi with his thoughts.

        He's not sure if (Y/N) is a sociopath or a psychopath or both. Considering her mood swings tonight; from prying, to cunning, to straight up manipulation, to teasing, to seriousness, to manipulation, to teasing once more. He's certain a stable and normal person wouldn't act like that (he's also sure a "stable and normal person such as himself" would stick around and deal with this too). 

        As (Y/N) brushed her hair in the bathroom, Karma tried leaving her, but (Y/N) fought her reigns.

        "What are you doing?" she hissed, accidentally speaking out loud, then recognizing she was verbally speaking and retreating to the subspace Karma and her shared to communicate with one another in private.

        I'm not going to let you cause anymore trouble! (Y/N) huffed.

        I can't believe you allowed me to stay in your body during that kiss! With absolutely no warning given to me! Karma snapped.

        I didn't know it would happen, besides, you didn't feel it. (Y/N) sighed. 

        I don't want to be in your body at night with him anymore! she whined. Who knows what else you both will do! Teenagers and their damn hormones!

        Shut up! (Y/N) growled. Fine. You can leave at night, as long as you stay in the house and don't communicate with anyone!

        She knew damn well Karma would leave the house, she just hopes she won't create as much trouble as she has lately. 

        Deal. Karma agreed. 

        (Y/N) sighed, pulling up her nightgown so Karma could leave her body without ripping her clothes. Karma quickly escaping, turning to look at (Y/N) before running through the bathroom door, going who knows where. 

        (Y/N) opened the door and walked back to Hitoshi, opening her bedroom door before turning around and shutting it, locking it behind her. She crawled into bed and opened the covers for him, noticing the slight tensing of his shoulders before he relaxed, laying down in bed with her yet keep his distance. 

        Like I'm going to allow that. (Y/N) thought, scooting closer to Hitoshi and grabbing his head, leading it to her chest and making him the little spoon as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, before resting her hand on his hair and threading her fingers through his hair.

        She noticed how his eyes widened, and before he could speak, she stopped it.

        "It's about time for you to be the little spoon now." She spoke, then smiled. "Want a goodnight kiss?" she teased.

        Hitoshi let out an exhale of air to let out a huff, rolling his eyes to seem annoyed, but she knew he wasn't by how the corners of his lips raised and how his cheeks had a dusted pink sunset on them. He leaned up and gave her a goodnight peck on the lips. Even though it was a peck, she supposes it'll suffice. 

        She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, but she knew he didn't mind it either. 

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You didn’t know how you ended up here. Maybe it’s because the alcohol you drank is finally taking a toll on your present state of mind. Maybe it was the alcohol that had you agreeing to this. How did an innocent party turn into this seemed like a question you would have to answer in the morning. However, you couldn’t help but shift your hips with excitement as you hear the shuffling of clothes around you. Hands cuffed above your head, eyes blindfolded and completely naked as greedy hands explored your body. You were completely exposed and helpless to the three harbingers. Body exposed for everyone to play with, to fuck and fill you up so nicely. Unknown hands played with your clit, fingering you, playing with your tits. You didn’t know who was doing what. Who was fingering you so well, hitting your g-spot every time. Who held your legs apart, making sure that your body was left exposed for them to use and who shoved his cock between your lips.

Your body was so sensitive to their touches, shifting and leaning into the slightest of touches. Their fingers quickly bringing you to your orgasm, legs quivering as you moan around the cock in your mouth. You were already so dizzy from your orgasm but you barely even had time to catch your breath. Hands found their way into your hair, pushing you further down their cock before spilling their seed down your throat. They pulled out, leaving your mouth a leaking mess. Slender fingers pushed the cum back in your mouth, your tongue eagerly licking up the unknown person’s cum. “Such a pretty little thing, so eager to be fucked by all of us hm?” Dottore hums you praises as he pushes his cock inside you- or at least what you think is his cock. Your mouth being filled with another’s cock as the last found entertainment with the rest of your body.

You knew exactly who was fucking you but you didn’t know who’s cock you were sucking, who’s cum you were swallowing. Who was stretching you apart, who was filling you up with his seed and who was leaving hickeys all over your body. Assuming it’s Childe inside you when he moans your name so sweetly or it’s Pantalone’s cock inside your mouth as he calls you a slut. You were helpless as they used your holes over and over. Filling you up with cum so much that it’s leaking out. Staining your pretty lips with their seed. Pulling out of you only to leave your messy body on display before fucking back into you. Filling every hole with their cock as you swallow load after load and having your cunt used over and over for their pleasure. Strong hands, slender hands, calloused hands, all over your body at the same time, touching you everywhere, spreading their cum all over your body. Thighs being fucked as someone slips underneath you to fuck into your hole.