From Me To You

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I probably suffer from social anxiety. Not everyone around me seems to understand how hard some things are for me. So, in order to share about my experience and help some people to feel seen, I wrote this.

You aren't alone, and your experience is valid, you aren't exaggerating if the thought of having to present in front of a class or simply raise your hand to speak in class is making your voice tremble, your legs shake and your cheeks start feeling hot.

Mikey needs to ride his motorcycle the night before going to sleep to relax. It made Shin’ichiro panic more than one time.

Since Draken was raised in brothel, he gives advice to his friends about protection. Draken was the first one of the friend group to become a father.

Baji doesn’t have communication as an asset, however he is really good at understanding people, especially their intentions. If he was from our time, Baji would spend his free time in school to code on his calculator. His favourite music style are Rock/Metal.

Takemichi writes letters to Hina in his free time to ameliorate his wording. It’s their little ritual together. For one of their first dates, Takemichi took Hina to a Cat café.

Chifuyu believes that keeping a diary is dangerous, telling everything to PEKEJ is safer. It happened to him that he put on nail polish, blue or transparent to make them shine.

Mitsuya has learned how to do magic trick because Luna and Mana saw some on tv and they liked it. Mitsuya has written a cooking book from how many recipes he copied to cook for his sisters.

Hakkai won’t admit it but he is a collector, he collects card games. He doesn’t get sarcasm, it makes people laugh when he takes something literally when it was supposed to be sarcasm

Pah’chin has a deep sleep, he barely reacts to the noises around in his sleep.

On the contrary, Peh’yan has a light sleep, a sneeze can wake him up.

Kisaki despises video games, but when Hanma forced him to try them, he learned that he had a good level. His eyes are too sensitive for him to wear lenses. He has no choice but to wear glasses.

Nahoya stares intensively at dogs. It seems like he wants to hit them, but it is just that he likes them. He has a lot of impulsive thoughts, and he tends to do them, it’s always surprising the first time.

Souya has healing capacities that he didn’t know he had. He surely developed them by healing everyone. There is a pot in his room reserved to pens, he likes decorated pens.

Sanzu deeply hates powder and too volatile powder. Sanzu is the world side eye champion. It would be too long to list how many people have fallen victims of his stare.

Hanma likes Kisaki a lot because he is intelligent, that permits Hanma to find situations that kill his boredom. Also, he moved in with Kisaki, without asking him of course.

Kazutora is good at dancing, he was here doing kpop dances when it started getting viral yk. Kazutora reads in a way that is very likeable.

Shin’ichiro has 12 Tinder accounts to have more chances. He loves to fix motorcycles in his shop with music (Inupi tends to judge his taste. Izana as well.)

Wakasa has a bodypillow that only Shin’ichiro knows the existence of. He asked himself if he was maybe into guys once. He regrets thinking of that since he knows the answer already.

Benkei struggles with names and his favourite animal is the crab. He finds it fascinating.

(Shion is asthmatic. One day he forgot his Ventolin, he lost consciousness.| Don't mind this, this was an inside joke with friends-) Since Shion eats a lot, and rather rapidly, while talking, it often happens that he chocks with food.

When Taiju accepted Kokonoi in Black Dragon, he wanted to baptise him. Taiju possesses a list in his restaurant (manila timeline) in which he writes down the name of all the sharks he owns.

Inui possesses jewels he never wears. Between him and Koko, they have a discussion for Koko’s card reading [Inui never reads the messages] He will never say it, but sometimes it happens that Koko speaks so much that he gets annoyed and stops listening.

Every time Kokonoi feels a pain that he can’t explain, he blames it on his horoscope. When Koko eats, he stares in the void. It’s creepy especially if you are across him.

Izana is a picky eater, Kakucho knows the best what Izana eats or does not eat. Izana is always dressed up with a lot of cloth, even during summer, he handles warmth easily.

Kakucho is passionate about flowers, he has a quite vast knowledge about it. He has chosen a flower for his King’s kingdom. Ivy flower which symbolises friendship and loyalty.

Ran has a sensitive skin, especially when it comes to bedsheets, he is very thorough when he buys some. He puts perfume before going to sleep. Ran owns a cherry lipbalm

Rindo possesses an impressive collection of glass cleaning tissues. Rindo is proud of his dj mixes, he managed to have one diffused!

Hinata has more muscle than Takemichi. In her bathroom’s pharmacy, Hina keeps a box with special band-aids that she uses only to patch up Takemichi.

Emma loves cooking pastries, she loves Japanese ones, but she loves to tase foreigner ones. Draken gets even tastier pastries each years. Emma loves how he does so much effort for her.

Yuzuha is passionate about calligraphy. Once, she decorated one of Hakkai’s card games that he had twice. He loved it.

Senju loves to do origami in her free time. She often offered them to Sanzu, Mikey or Baji when she was younger.

Naoto loves to read. Younger he preferred sci-fi. Adult he loves romance better.

How come such a silly sentence had gotten them so far? Ran had an obvious liking for French culture, no one could miss it, or else you were blind, but when would Sora think it would put her in this situation, naked. Her skin felt both overwhelmingly hot and yet the open window brings a soft wind on her cheeks, reddening her ears. The same ears that keep drinking the wet and warm noises leaving the naked tattooed man with her.

“Paris…”

Sora both hated this idiotic nickname and yet, in that moment, her body reacted on its own. Her hands found his hair, messing out the well-groomed dual yellow-black mane. She surprised herself looking at the clock on the bedside table. 1:34AM. Surprising, Ran wasn’t asleep yet. Well, with the nice events unfolding, sleeping now would be missing a good moment…

Mumbles reach through the door, oh, a little brother is complaining, but Sora is too focused on the careful attention Ran is giving her, playfully answering to his idiotic nickname.

“Mh…? What is it, Flower boy~”

Tch, he knows he likes it, and yet, he likes to pout just to annoy her, what a bad boy… Sora feels it, he’s getting tired, after all, staying up past 11pm is an exploit for Ran… How did they manage that again? Oh, yes. That little stupid sentence.

FLASHBACK

Tall girl?

Just hearing him talk cuts Sora’s current action. She crooks her neck to find his face, just enough to see his smirk and the desperate second Haitani that is currently fleeing the room.

Rannie? Do you want something?

As his smirk widens and the door of Rindo’s room shuts, he lets out the funniest sentence Sora has ever heard from him.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ?

It took Sora three good seconds of staring in the void to process the information. Ran, as usual, looked proud of himself, did he even know what the hell it meant? After seeing that Ran was very proud of that thing and that she couldn’t differ if he indeed or not knew what it meant, she decided to ask.

You know what that means…right?

Yeahhh, of course.

Cool, Flower boy, what does it mean then?

Silence for a moment.

Do you want to dance with me?

You wish…

The silence is palpable; Ran tries to make it like he handles the situation but it is clear that he has no idea of what it means. When Sora isn’t able to stand the silence anymore, she gives him the answer.

Do you want to sleep with me?

Gladly~

… (the woman was too stunned to speak), that’s not what I meant, Haitani…

Haitani? So, it’s not Ran anymore huh? I am sure it’ll come back once you’ll find the sheets of my bed~

The Sora was too stunned to speak. In a way, Ran wasn’t wrong, once they’ll head to cuddle like they always did she would drop the “call you by your last name” attitude. But to be honest, maybe the sentence was making her have ideas.

Rannie, do you really, like, want to do it?

Mhm? You think I’d joke about that?

Well, you never know…

There was silence filling the room, Sora was still thinking on whether or not it was a good idea or not. Well, they weren’t married and, who knows what a man does with a girl’s virginity.

You know I am not here for your body, right? Still, the decision is yours Honey but be reassured on that.

…You promise not to be rough, right?

Yes, Ma’am.

Ma’am? We are discussing something important!

She hit his shoulder without real bite, liking the fact he was making jokes but still taking it seriously.

You really are an idiot

She covers her face with her hands. He reaches to pat her head.

I don’t want just your body, and I definitely don’t want to hurt you. Don’t you think it’ll ruin the whole idea of it? I’ll kiss it all over, maybe even bite that clear skin of yours, just to give it colour~

You cheeky bastard…

Without any warning, Ran leans in to kiss her forehead, he was a cheeky idiot, but he knew how to be a gentleman with his princess. He reached out to grab a strand of her long hair and play with it. If Ran had to choose a favourite body part of Sora, it would definitely be her hair.

So, you in, Tall Girl? Or should I just trap you in bed for long cuddles until tomorrow, 3pm?

After a few seconds of hesitation, Sora gives in, knowing that Ran wouldn’t force her if eventually she gets uncomfortable at something. She gets up from the sofa, takes his hand and follows him to the bedroom.

Once inside, she doesn’t really know how to take things… should she kiss him? Should she get touchy...? Ran decides to initiate in order to put her at ease, he guides her to the bed, sitting down and inviting her to sit as well, but on his lap. He’s got that confident smile, the idiot clearly knows what he is doing, huh…

Trust me honey, I’ll make sure you’ll love it so much you’ll beg for more~

Why do I even trust you…? (playful)

Ran chuckles before bringing her closer and kiss her face all over, nibbing her cheeks when he kissed there. Then, he starts sucking on her skin as he reaches her neck, leaving a few marks.

Purple and red fit your neck better Princess~

You’re cheating, you handsome… ugh.

Liking it yet? It will only get better~

His hands trail slow, a soft touch from to shoulder all the way down her hand. He holds it and once satisfied with the marks on her neck, he brings her hand to his lips to press a kiss while looking at her in the eyes. A fire starts in her, and she knew, she could trust him in that vulnerable and intimate moment.

One of his arms had snaked around her waist, holding her in place with a gentleness exclusively reserved to her, and her only. Sora’s face flushes, he’s taking things in the most comfortable way for her.

Flower boy… mh…

Mhm? What does the princess want?

I- more… please…

Whatever princess wants~

Sora lets out a gasp when he takes a full bite on her neck, not of pain but pure surprise. His hand manages to slip under her shirt, deciding to first stroke her stomach affectionately.

You like it like that?

Ran pays attention to any, even insignificant, shift in her expression, making sure he doesn’t go too far. He’s meticulous. His lips come to ravish her face again, the closest to her mouth to hear the little noises she makes. He’s starting to get cocky, he knows he is doing it well and he honestly loves seeing her feel good.

Aren’t you such a pretty girl? Being cute all for me, huh? How lucky I am. Do I keep it up honey?

Rannie… yes please…

He looks at her as his hands slowly open her shirt, asking silent permission. He knew better than not check. She nodded, her head resting on his shoulder. She tried to hide how she liked it, not willing to boost his ego even more. It was a bit playful, but it was definitely meaningful.

Can I caress that sweet skin of yours?

Mhm…

The little nod she gave was the permission Ran needed. He opened her top, reaching to stroke her skin from her hip to her bra. He took his sweet time.

You comfy here, Princess? Maybe you’d prefer to lay down for this?

Can we lay down...?

Ran picks her up in bridal style and lays her comfortably. He removes his own shirt as well before setting down on the bed with her. He reaches out to turn off the light of the room, only leaving a bedside table light on. It gave a sensual and relaxing feeling to the room.

May I remove that shirt of yours and get to business, darling~?

Uhm… s-sure…

Slowly, he kissed her skin from her chin down to her chest, not trespassing her bra. It wasn’t the right time yet. While ravishing her skin with kisses entwined with little praises, he pulled her shirt away, throwing it away on the floor. His finger wandered on her now exposed skin, leaving goosebumps behind them.

Mmh! Ran!

Oh, Princess is getting loud now huh? Should I remove that last piece of cloth covering your chest~?

Ran… mhm…

Ran takes the hint and while his mouth kisses her forehead, his left hand strokes her hair, taking a few strands to play with, while his right hand goes to her back and unhooks her bra.

Once it is unhooked, Ran lets Sora remove the bra herself, thinking she’d feel more comfortable doing so. She hesitantly does, it was the first time she was naked in front of someone, for such an intimate reason moreover. Once the air touches her skin she immediately covers up, a reflex probably. Sora turns red at the careful attention Ran gives to her exposed flesh. After a few seconds, he gently pulls her arms away, and in a reassuring move, he presses kisses to her chest, punctuating them with murmured praises.

Isn’t that skin tasting so sweet… all of this to touch and caress, aren’t I a lucky man...?

Sora felt her head spin. It felt like something she had never felt before. As if her mind was melting, like the mere idea of thinking felt like something useless here. No real word left her mouth, only chewed syllables. Ran took a discreet glance at her face, making sure her reaction was positive, not wanting to take it too far.

How are you holding on, pretty girl? Want more? Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you, because you are being just perfect.

As he gives a teasing lick, tasting her skin, she shivers, ohh, he was going to use it at his advantage.

Ran- in… my head spins…

In? What a demanding girl you are, but of course darling. Let me take care of these pants first, okay? Unless you want to do it yourself?

Seeing Sora’s mind seems to be cotton candy in this instant, he takes care of his own clothes first, still keeping his underwear on, he felt a bit less tight right now but, damn, it was hard to keep himself composed. However, he knew that rushing would just make things worse.

When Sora managed to compose herself enough to see Ran was waiting for her, her cheeks turned bright red, Ran chuckled, finding her adorable. He stroked her cheek before asking.

You want to continue? We can keep it there if you aren’t ready yet.

Ran… I’m good… just- mh… let me remove my pants… you remember… slow and… gentle…

Ran nods, liking the sight of Sora looking so adorable with her cheek nestled in the palm of his hand. Suddenly her eyes are locked on his torso, admiring the tattoo covering his left side. Once she stops ogling him, she timidly removed her pants, only keeping her most intimate part hidden from view, feeling still shy about it.

May I? I’ll try to make it the most enjoyable possible, alright darling?

Sora, red faced, nods, letting Ran prepare the field for what is to come. Her eyes dart everywhere, until she notices that the last piece of his clothing is on the floor, a small square plastic bag with an open side and an obvious known logo was on it.

Curiosity grasps her, suddenly her gaze sees it. Okay, of course his dick is as big as his ego, but at least he was protected… She swallows hard when the rather cold air –compared to her body’s warmth- hits the most treasured part of herself.

He pulls her in a comfortable position that will allow him to get in. Her face nestles in the crook of his neck. She didn’t particularly want to see what was going down there, for the first time feeling it was enough.

Feeling was… an euphemism. Some would think Ran as the type to slip in with no warning, no care. With Sora, it was quite the opposite, it was slow and crowned with kisses and caresses all over to soothe her tensed body. However, it was clear it wasn’t enough to make the striking feeling disappear.

Fuck! How can- gosh… my- Ran… fuck it stings…

Ran was surprised to hear Sora swear, she wasn’t the type but, to be honest he liked it. Made him horny. Feeling himself slip slowly in her core as she swore made him want to pound in her straight up, but he didn’t give into this need.

Woah… damn… you okay…?

That just- crap… it’s a particular feeling…

I see… mhm… tell me if you want me to move… also… darling can I call you Paris this once…?

Sora sighed, she didn’t like this nickname because it was plainly ridiculous… however, the view was so divine, she felt like he deserved to sound silly right now… She moved her hips, testing the feeling her body was adapting to, finding it weird and oddly addicting at the same time.

Sure… whatever… try moving maybe…?

Ran kissed her a bit more roughly that usual, his hips starting to move, it drew a bunch of moans from them. Seeing Sora didn’t wince nor complaint, he continued, drawing more moans from her, he loved every sweet sound leaving her lips. He couldn’t help but just praise her and sink his teeth in her neck. At the feeling, she gasped loudly. Rindou’s presence was long forgotten, she was feeling too good to care at all.

Sora’s breathing was erratic, overwhelmed by all the different sensations emerging from everywhere at once. Before she even notices, her hips follow Ran’s rhythm. Her eyes close, the small light feeling too bright at the moment.

Ran! Ngh..

Princess…~?

Fuck… I feel so freaking high on feelings… right now…

Ran laughs, he starts nibling on her jaw, teasing, recognizing the signs her body gives. He varies his speed, oscillating between soft and slow jerks and rougher -not rough enough to hurt but enough to draw loud moans out of Sora- with more and more marks on her.

Her back arched suddenly her hands pulling on his untied hair. That got Ran to feel even more hyped up, he wanted to wake up with her in his arm every afternoon of the week… A loud noise and a recognizable feeling told Ran how good Sora was feeling. She was on cloud nine, he was glad -and proud as fuck- to see she was enjoying herself so much. However, when she came back to him, he remembered that he, too, wanted to reach cloud nine.

Honey…? How are you feeling…? You good to help me finish or should I-

Shh, carry… on… I’ll… handle… want to… see you… wasted…

Sora cut him off, she was feeling off, soo damn good, and yet the warmth leaking her was an uncomfortable feeling. Ran nodded, kissing her temple before continuing his hip thrusts. Sora’s hands reached his hair and played with it. Suddenly his voice reaches her ear, he sounds… on the edge…

END OF FLASHBACK

“Paris…”

Sora both hated this idiotic nickname and yet, in that moment, her body reacted on its own. Her hands found his hair, messing out the well-groomed dual yellow-black mane. She surprised herself looking at the clock on the bedside table. 1:34AM.

Surprising, Ran wasn’t asleep yet. Well, with the nice events unfolding, sleeping now would be missing a good moment…

Mumbles reach through the door, oh, a little brother is complaining, but Sora is too focused on the careful attention Ran is giving her, playfully answering to his idiotic nickname.

“Mh…? What is it, Flower boy~”

Tch, he knows he likes it, and yet, he likes to pout just to annoy her, what a bad boy… Sora feels it, he’s getting tired, after all, staying up past 11pm is an exploit for Ran… The rhythm is constant, even if Sora can feel it, he’s close, and so was she, for a second time. He buries his face in the crook of Sora’s neck, letting out high pitched moans, Sora’s hands start clutching a bit his shoulders’ skin, feeling close.

Ran moans in her ear, knowing he’s on edge and willing to tease his Princess. His right hand goes in her hair, playing with it lovingly.

Gosh princess… the things you do to me… I could keep you by my side forever… waking up next to you every morning… how does that sound to you…?

Huf… damn amazing…

Suddenly, Sora’s body presses against him, tensed up. He feels it and he knows she’s on cloud nine, again. The feeling gives him a boost, and he too reaches the freeing orgasm, his teeth sinking in her skin for another bite mark. Slowly, as their pants grow longer, returning to their normal breathing pattern, Ran looks at Sora’s face, making sure she is fine. And she does look okay.

So, darling? Liked it~?

Mhm…

Sora pulls him closer, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck. He gladly takes the closeness in, stroking her back tenderly. She looks tired, understandably, once things are settled down, Ran pulls out and removes his protection. He sees the mess on the sheets, brings a smile on his face.

Wanna shower darling?

Mmh… bath…

Hehe, what a precious princess you are being..

Ran picks her up in his arms, holding her in bridal style, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. On instinct, her lips come to press kisses on his hot skin. Her eyes were half-open, tiredness gaining her as Ran lowers her in the warm water, sitting next to her to hold her against his chest.

He gently washes her hair with careful attention, then he softly and with no other intention in mind, cleans her core from the proof of their last moment together. He loved this woman so much, he wanted to keep her close every day, to wake up to her every afternoon, to cuddle on the couch while Rindo complained every night…

He wanted to see a silver ring on her ring finger one day.

~End~

Sources of inspiration:

My imagination-

Tumblr’s horny users-

Sora AKA the woman of this story-

Ran’s supposedly horny and flirty personality.

Sarya <3

I thought I had one, but disillusion hit me.

One lied to me, from a different blood he still thought we were

Brothers. A sister, from a hit, was now gone, from my will.

Another brother, I spent years jealous of him, hating him.

A mother, if the word can even fit after her mistakes,

Doubled a liar and cowardice that I wouldn’t be able to describe.

A father I never saw even the shadow.

I was alone, I remain alone, and forever I’ll stay alone

Without the presence of a parent, a brother or a sister.

Violence and stubbornness were my only family.

For a pathetic kid I am the model, the shadow to imitate.

That this boy with no family makes me his, I couldn’t care less,

As long as he gives me importance, wearing the king’s title,

I’ll never break his faith. And for those fanatics who idealize me,

I promise a link, a chain, for our generation,

Feed with violence and chaos, to never lose.

I’ll be their king, their light and guide.

Their uniting link, who galvanize them.

I may ignore the foundation of a family,

But for me, their devotion and power, put into my hands

Is the link, the chain and the same blood that define us.

Maybe not a gang, a group, but a generation

That of violence and domination, but too those in command

Of the King, his family.

Je croyais en avoir une, mais la désillusion m’a frappée.

L’un m’a menti, d’un sang différent il nous croyaient tout de même

Frères. Une sœur elle, d’un coup vif, elle fut partie, de ma volonté.

Un autre frère, j’ai passé des années à le jalouser, le détester.

Une mère, si le mot peut même malgré ses torts lui coller,

Doublée d’une menteuse et d’une lâcheté que je ne saurai décrire.

Un père dont je n’ai jamais même imaginé l’ombre.

J’ai été seul, je reste seul, et à jamais je demeurerai seul

Sans l’ombre d’un parent, d’un frère ni d’une sœur.

La violence et l’acharnement furent mes seuls semblants de famille

Pour un pathétique gamin je suis le model, une ombre à imiter.

Que ce garçon sans famille me prenne pour la sienne, je m’en moque,

Du moment que je prends une importance et porte le nom de roi,

Jamais je ne briserai sa foi. Et pour ses fanatiques qui m’idéalisent,

Je promets un lien, une chaine, que pour notre génération,

Nourrie à la violence et au chaos, ne perde jamais le fil.

Je serai leur roi, leur lumière et guide.

Leur lien qui les unit, qui les galvanisent.

J’ignore peut-être les bases d’une famille,

Mais pour moi, leur dévotion et puissance mise à ma disposition

Est le lien, la chaine et même le sang qui nous définit.

Peut-être pas juste un gang, un groupe, mais une génération

Celle de la violence et de la domination, mais aussi ceux aux commandes

Du Roi, sa famille.

Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.

À en mourir, à me laisser crever.

Aime moi, aime moi, aime moi !

Aime moi à en crever, à perdre ton humanité!

Sois mon monde. Sois mon sang,

Sois le vin que je bois, l’odeur que je sens.

Je t’ordonne de m’aimer, je t’ordonne de me protéger.

Je suis ta princesse, ton amour. Ton tout.

Aime moi physiquement,

Aime moi psychologiquement,

Aime moi violemment,

Aime moi doucement.

Car moi je t’aime, physiquement,

Psychologiquement, violemment, doucement.

De sucre, en le versant sur tes lèvres.

De sel, en le versant sur les plaies.

De miel, en le versant sur la peau.