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Ughhhh but I also wanna write something darker I just finished Olgami and vampire Tamon is calling to me 😭😭

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: 多聞くん今どっち!? | Tamon-kun Ima Docchi!? | Tamon's B-Side (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fukuhara Tamon/Kinoshita Utage Characters: Kinoshita Utage, Ishibashi Natsuki, Fukuhara Daiki, Fukuhara Tamon, Asuka Inoue (Tamon's B-Side) Additional Tags: creepy!tamon agenda, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Fluff and Angst, Role Reversal, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, idol!utage, freak x freak agenda, title taken from No.1 fangirl by Jiji!, very cute you should check it out, no beta we explode like utage, Potentially OOC Characters, Attempt at Humor, References to Depression, Self-Deprecation, Yearning, Mutual Pining, Spoilers up to chapter 48 of Tamon’s bside! Summary:

“Uhm…excuse me?”

Tamon’s head shot up immediately. Carefully perched on his bed was none other than Uta-Chan, looking adorably confused.

“Where am I?”

For a minute, he couldn't even speak because his useless mouth refused to do anything except open and close like a fish. How could the lighting in his room complement the delicate curves of Uta-chan in ways that shouldn't be humanly possible?

“U-Uta-Chan?”

Tamon misses rising global popstar sensation Uta-chan's first ever fan meet with her idol group STARFRUIT. Imagine his luck when he catches a glimpse of his favorite idol walking home in front of him!

like them getting stoned tg after a long day of idoling ofhgsjnh living my dream

Helloooo!!! You’re my first request omg this is so exciting!! I will be honest, I’ve never gotten high from the few times I’ve smoked so I did some research on what it feels like and even then it might not be accurate :((

NATSUKI WITH A GF WHO HAS TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS!!

WARNINGS: making out, I guess? References to nsfw?

obsessed 

Genuinely 

I like to think that Natsuki would love to get tattoos himself but the heavy stigmatization for idols in Japan kinda shuts that down :(

We’ve seen how much he loves strong-willed girls (asuka lol) so for him to see you, openly and proudly wear your tattoos out in public?

He can’t help but respect that. You really march to the beat of your own drum.

I’m trying not to specify what tattoos or how many tattoos you have to keep this as open to the readers as possible but let’s just say they’re in very visible places. He often finds himself staring at them absent-mindedly, causing you to tease him.

"see anything you like?"

"…something like that"

Maybe you have one or two that are located more intimately, which proves to be a delightful surprise to him when you’re alone together. 

He gives them extra attention, placing chaste kisses over each tattoo, delicately tracing them with his fingers.

He can’t help it, it’s like seeing a work of art on top of another work of art 

Maybe you have a lot of ear piercings too, sometimes the two of you will be cuddling or sitting next to each other and he just…starts fiddling with them

Obviously you side eye him because wtf

He just huffs at you but he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks. He thinks you’re so cool. I like imagining him as a tactile person. He loves the sensation of cold metal against your warm skin.

Natsuki is a man of many talents. We’ve seen him pick up songwriting, composition, rapping, singing, takoyaki making, acting, etc, etc

but looking at you,,,damn maybe drawing wouldn’t be so hard

The producer immediately notices his  sketchbook and uses that to cut back on production costs on the album cover LMAOOO

He’s so annoyed by this until you peek at his sketchbook and secretly take a picture of one of the things he’s doodled 

The next time you come over with a wide grin on your face, proudly showing the latest addition to your collection, he’s floored. He can’t stop looking in the general direction of where it’s located. 

Shit, he might just get your name tattooed on his dick to make it even, that is so insane! You picked something he drew.

It motivates him to get even better at his drawings. He tries to be nonchalant when he shows you his progression but the way his eyes stay glued to your face, trying to gauge which ones you liked the most,,,well

with your permission, he even gets the opportunity to draw out what his designs would look like on your body. The experience is sacred to him, you’re allowing him to create something on your body.

In general with F/ACE, I think all of them have their ears pierced? But I think they wear a lot of fake piercings esp Tamon 

Natsuki doesn’t really wear more than one pair of earrings so as to not go against his cutesy persona. (he resents this)

SLIGHT! SPOILERS in the acting arc, he takes FULL advantage of his “delinquent” look 

Imagine your surprise when you watch the drama for the first time and you see your boyfriend with matching piercings on his face and ears 

He doesn’t stop there. It may be a little harder to see on camera because he always has the school uniform on but he does manage to get temporary tattoos.

And wow, they sure look familiar! 

Natsuki has always been the type to take inspiration from real life into his art and naturally, this is no exception 

You can’t help but tease him the next time you’re laid up together. 

Just like when he was up with asuka on that roof, he doesn’t feed into it. Instead he expresses his sincerity honestly with you.

"I wanted to feel closer to you,,, even if it's temporary" 

Whenever you get a new tatt or piercing, he immediately asks if he can come 

maybe you’re nervous, maybe you just want company, he’s THERE

He loves watching the process, loves seeing all the designs 

Maybe one day he’ll just say fuck it and ask you to get a matching tattoo with him 

He’ll spend days trying to come up with the perfect design, constantly messaging you for your input 

Keito, the manager and the producer do not handle this well at all. 

He doesn’t give af tho lmao hes a romantic 

GETTING STONED WITH NATSUKI

you guys prefer getting stoned at your place because Keito has the nose of a bloodhound and he genuinely would smite natsuki off of the face of earth if he found him high 😭

Natsuki for the most part saves physical affection behind closed doors. Even if he weren’t an idol, I think he’d save the affection for when the two of you are in private 

So add in some cannabis and he’s ALL over you

Loves to shotgun with you,,,loves when you grab his face to shotgun him

His staring problem with your tattoos becomes 10x worse because he thinks they’re floating out of your skin 

Tried to draw them back for you with expo marker and did not succeed 

((My friend did this to her boyfriend and I thought it was so funny LOL))

He’s got a lot thrown onto him, song composition, lyric writing AND vocals

So anytime you hit him up asking if he’s down to smoke, he’s on his way, no questions asked 

He’d love to just not think for a few hours, not having to listen to Keito nag at him, Ori break a hole through a wall or Tamon flooding his apartment with his tears 

He just wants to lay on the ground, and have that familiar feeling of lightness take over him. He wants to float, even better if he can float with you. 

It’s always a roll of dice with him. Something about the glossy, hazy look in your eyes really gets him going, already reaching over to pull you on top of him. Other times, the two of you are sprawled out on the ground, giggling and laughing uncontrollably at the ceiling fan because why is it spinning in different colors ? (It’s not even on) 

You’ll say some bullshit like “I think the floor is melting,” and he’ll look down at it like “damn, we should have worn rainboots,” with a completely straight face before giggling 

It’s one of the few times you actually see him laugh out loud

Always asks what you’re craving for the munchies before he comes over. It’s one of the few times he actually does any planning beforehand. He doesn’t want his girl to be hungry when she’s with him!

never mind the fact that I have like 50 wips including my assistant manager keito fic and the next chapter for my fanboy tamon au in progress LOL, this was just itching my brain. I know the beach trip was probably the satire on the typical shoujo beach episode but dammit we didn't get to see utage in a cute swimsuit like wtf my cousin deserves better than that. My other main wip is one of those duke x maid x vampire manhwa inspired stories but that one is looking to be like one big one shot. Again, this is heinously unedited but i neeeeed all the better writers to start writing for tamons b side im STARVINGGGG.

ill probably rewrite the whole thing to sound more cohesive but until then please try not to cringe too much at this snippet.

how do people add borders and stuff on their blogs I feel like im on level 1 on tumblrism even tho ive been on this site for like almost a decade

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Utage frowned. Then again, Tamon has already spent so much time in the showbiz. He’s probably seen dozens of pretty girls in equally flattering outfits. 

She looked down at her ensemble. She had taken fashion advice from Homare while shopping for swimsuits but in all honesty, she wasn’t quite sure if such a cute outfit suited her. She missed the protection of her t-shirts. After all, she’s the only girl here!!

Rintaro’s family owns this place, don’t they? He could have at least invited Rinka!

Not to mention…

Tamon in a swimsuit v2!!

It had taken several attempts for her to even attempt at leaving her home. Whatever nerves she had in her legs just seem to disintegrate at the mere thought of being near Tamon in a swimsuit again. At least before, she could work under the guise as staff and avoid exploding her head. But now?! 

It doesn’t help that he’s in his Gloomyhara form. That sad-boy look coupled with his muscular physique is literally the most delicious contrast ever! She’s genuinely going to die! 

She couldn't help but wonder, though. Why on earth would he invite her?

Could it be that Tamon is so starved for real friendship that he’s willing to bring her along? The thought made her want to cry. Oh, how she wished he could have a normal social life!

She sighed, hands reaching up to retire the knot that held her top together. It had been slipping uncomfortably more often than not. 

She grabbed her hat out of her bag, opting to sit next to Natsuki who was comfortably napping. On his left sat Keito, who looked up from the book in his hands, humming in acknowledgement as she approached. “Rintaro’s family brought watermelon. Make sure you take some,” he said, flipping the page, “we better make sure we get our money’s worth.”

Utage deadpanned. “Uh, Mister Tachibana, we’re not even paying for it,” she said. 

“That’s exactly why I intend for all of you to eat as much as possible. We must wring this family of all their food,” he said without missing a beat, "Once you guys finish, we'll order even more food and I'll take it home."

He hooked his thumb over to where his bag lay, tupperware containers practically spilling out. Utage sweatdropped. That's just like him, she supposes.

She sat comfortably in her chair, watermelon in hand, observing Rintaro and Ouri as they attempted to drown each other. The wind blew so nicely in her hair as she wiggled her toes in the sand. The day really was perfect for a beach day. 

F/ACE deserved it. They’ve worked so hard.

She frowned when she realized she didn’t spot a familiar head of strawberry pink hair.

“M-Miss Kinoshita?”

She looked up, startled. “Oh, hi! I was just wondering where you were!” she laughed.

“Y-You were?” Tamon asked, brightening up.

“Mm,” she said.

“C-Can I sit next to you?” he asked. Utage blinked up. He’s asking her for permission to sit down? That should be coming out of her mouth!

“Of course! Being near you would only strengthen any future prospects that I have!” she said, watching a seagull fly over them.

He sighed at that before carefully sitting in the empty chair next to her.

His reaction was odd. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

“It’s just…you haven’t looked at me all day.”

And just how was she supposed to respond to that? Yeah, so having to look at him shirtless so often will definitely cause a crime scene on this private beach and she’d rather not saddle Rintaro’s family with the medical bills.

“Must be your imagination!” she said as she averted her eyes. 

Click!

She flinched when she felt his hand gently grab her chin. He’s. Touching. HER!

“C’mon babe, don’t ignore me,” he said huskily.

She screeched, surpassing human limits in the way she stretched her neck back five square feet. “Hey, that’s so not fair!”

Seriously, what does it matter if she doesn’t look at him directly?! She’s able to talk to him just fine!

Quickly, she slapped on her sunglasses. A weak protection in the face of Tamon’s sexiness but it’s all she had on hand at the moment. 

“It’s not that big a deal. I just don’t wanna get my splattered brains all over the sand,” she mumbled. 

“It’s a big deal to me. I want your eyes on me, always,” said Tamon leaning back into her space.

“You have the whole of Japan’s eyes on you!” She rebutted, “One measly fan–”

“Quit saying that,” said Tamon, interrupting her, “I said I wanted your eyes on me. Stop looking away.”

Utage was going to hyperventilate. Does he not hear how that sounds?!

Hottiehara soon melted away as Gloomyhara stuck his toe in the sand.

“It hurts that you won’t look at me, Miss Kinoshita. I’m sorry that I’m the human embodiment of a worm–”

“Tamon is the human equivalent of an alicorn!” 

guysss I finished it. don't expect crazy good quality or anything, im still getting used to writing and actually posting on Tumblr after being a lurker for who knows how many years oops also I bullshitted the coffee order im not a coffee drinker LOL

You awoke to something messing with your hair. Your eyes opened wearily to see none other than your brunette boyfriend standing over you. 

“Enjoying the view?” You teased.

Keito dropped the hair strand that he’d been toying with. “Did you sleep well?” He asked gruffly.

You snorted. “Well, I was until someone decided to wake me up.”

Keito squinted at your expression, averting his gaze to the side. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Hm, well, you did,” you said flippantly, stretching your arms out. Keito batted at one of your limbs softly as it came a bit too close to his glasses. You didn’t care and continued to push your arms into his face. 

“Are you five?” he muttered. 

“You’re such a scrooge in the morning,” you retorted. 

“It’s way past noon right now,” he said as he grabbed the corners of the blankets. 

You turned your head towards the analog clock on his bedside. Quarter past three. “Wow, you let me sleep in so much? I knew you loved me!”

“I did it because I knew you were going to be an idiot,” he huffed, straightening the blanket on the bed. “Why the hell did you stay at the company so late? Do you even realize the time you came home?”

You flitted your eyes over to the side, knowing the lecture that was coming, “I was, uh, a bit behind in my loggings. I didn’t want to push the extra work onto Mr. Fujita.”

Quickly, you pushed a finger to Keito’s lips before he could scold you about your heinous time management skills, “But, I got it all done! I swear this is the last time it’ll happen!”

His eyebrows drew downwards. Your other hand reached up, trying to massage the crinkle forming, “Hey, don’t do that. Wrinkles are the last thing you want as an idol.” Somehow, his eyebrows drew even more downwards. 

“If you keep pushing things off like this, you’re going to overexert yourself. You’re just like those idiots Ori and Tamon when they pushed themselves for that stupid center competition,” he said. 

You smiled. “You almost sound worried about me,”

“Tch, what if I just don’t want to have to testify as a witness when you randomly drop dead in the middle of a T.V. appearance or something?” he grumbled as his own fingers gently traced the dark circles that were surely cemented under your eyes. Your eyelashes fluttered as they got too close to your eyelids.

“I made pancakes,” he murmured as you yawned, “and coffee.”

“Banana chocolate?”

“Mm.”

“Two-shot espresso with extra whipped cream?”

“Mm.” Keito hadn’t even possessed a coffee machine before you. He was a tea drinker, through and through. 

“Are you sure you haven’t fallen in love with me or something?” you ask, as if you hadn’t clearly been there when he stuttered through his confession all those months ago. It was a memory that made you wish technology could advance enough for you to extract it from your brain and save it on video.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your eyelids, “promise me that you’ll get more sleep,”

“I–”

“And give me your location. I don’t understand the thought process that made you think coming back at nearly five in the morning is normal.”

“Well–”

“Promise me.”

Waah!

You responded by throwing your arms around him, yanking him down on top of you. 

“Hey-!”

“Ugh, you’re just so cute.”

Keito grumbled but did not move. You genuinely can’t believe how lucky you are. From being an assistant manager as a fan to his girlfriend, you certainly would have never imagined being in this position a year prior. It had taken quite the effort on your part to convince the miser on top of you that you were more than the crazy fans he dealt with. It had also taken twice as much to convince him that he was allowed to take the reins for something he wanted. Even as an idol, he was allowed to want someone. (Y’all just had to keep it on the downlow, easy-peasy!)

“You don’t have errands to run?”

He let out a sigh equivalent to that of a tired old man. Is this guy really twenty-two? “Don’t remind me,” he said as he tightened his arms around you. 

You hummed in response. If he’s willingly staying in bed with you, you might as well pick his brain a bit. “Say, after your idol career is over, what do you think of starting our own family?”

Keito nearly choked on air. “You’re thinking about kids already? In this economy?!”

You rolled your eyes. Right, you’re dating the human equivalent of fucking Mr. Krabs.

“I think it’d be cute.” You continue on. “I’d love a little boy with your eyes and hair. A mini Keito!”

“We have five of those at home. You can take whichever one you want,” he said flatly. “I’m sick of boys, I’d want a girl.”

You chuckled. He’s not wrong. He's basically been put in charge of five younger brothers (willingly) and four rowdy teammates (unwillingly). 

“I wouldn’t mind a girl either. A mini Kie instead!”

“Hm,” he said. “I’d rather her have your eyes and hair. I’ve seen enough variations of my own.”

“Haha, aw, that’s so sweet!”

“Oh, shut it,” he mumbled, burying his face into your shoulder. It did little to hide the red forming at the tips of his ears again.

You switch gears, delicately running your nails through his hair and down his back.

“Hmm, what kind of girl do you think you’d want?”

Keito fell silent for a moment. Then, in a hushed tone, “Someone like Miss Kinoshita.”

You raised an eyebrow. Similar to you, it had taken a minute for him to get over his disdain for fans to properly acknowledge her skill and wit. Though her (insane) obsession with his adopted sixth brother primary money maker likely hadn’t scored her any points in his book. 

“Miss Kinoshita? Well, her caretaking skills are top-notch,” you say.

Your senior, Mr. Fujita had put that poor girl through the wringer, adding excessive bullshitted clauses to her role as housekeeper to keep Tamon somewhat stabilized. To your surprise, however, it worked. Though you’re pretty sure it was due to the fact that the main dancer of F/ACE was harboring a serious crush on her than any calming technique Mr. Fujita was convinced Utage somehow possessed. You glance over at Keito. He thankfully hadn’t noticed anything between them yet, or he definitely would have blown a gasket. You rolled your eyes at the thought. You can only imagine the Olympic-winning mental gymnastics routine he’d perform in his head to justify why this situation was alright and not theirs. 

“She’s hardworking. Loyal. Listens and responds well to instructions,” he said.

“Uhh, are we describing a kid or a dog right now?”

A tic mark appeared on Keito’s head. “Would you let me finish?” 

“Hm, maybe,” you said as you shut up, snuggling into him further. 

He huffed and pulled the covers back over you both and tangled your legs together.

“She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Once you get past her Tamon craziness, she’s not that bad. She’s level-headed…for the most part,” he said much more softly. “I’d want my daughter to have those qualities.”

As you heard him speak, you softened. He’d really come a long way with Miss Kinoshita. From routinely checking Tamon’s apartment after her cleaning appointments to advocating for her participation in exclusive F/ACE activities, Miss Kinoshita certainly seemed to worm her way into Keito’s very short list of tolerable people.

“–Also, we’d have one kid at max. With the price of diapers going up every year consecutively, I’d even get a vasectomy if it came down to it.”

Anddd of course he had to ruin it.

“You don’t want her to have a sibling?”

“You’re asking me that?” 

“Touche.” You deadpanned.

He chuckled under his breath. You could feel him at your pulse. 

“She’d have nine uncles to play with. She wouldn’t ever be bored.” He mumbled.

Your mouth dropped open. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said about your group members.”

“–Not to mention, two of them are rich-rich. Can you imagine the money we’d get out of them for the baby registry?”

“Genuinely, would it kill you to not talk about money for five seconds?”

He responded by gently pecking at your neck. “Yes. It. Would. Money makes the world go round.” He accentuated with each press he made towards your body. 

You giggled at the sensation. He hummed in response. 

“Though I don’t think any of those four, except Tamon, would be any good at babysitting. And like hell I’d leave Kie alone with either that damn chainsmoker or gorilla. I don’t need her becoming a delinquent.”

“Oooh, so we like the name Kie?”

He pauses, pulling back his head. “It’s a good name. Akira sounds nice as well.”

You blinked. Bright, intelligent, moonlight. “Are you the type to hold value in baby names?”

He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling in thought. “I thought I wasn’t until my brothers were born. My dad was barely there, so my mom and I took to naming the rest of my siblings. I wanted to make sure they had something that had meaning from the second they were born, even if it was into a rather sorry life.”

You snuggled into your blankets. Keito’s dad has always been a rather sore subject for him. Safe to say his quick decision to literally abandon his six kids for the sake of his idol worship had done more than a bit of damage to Keito’s opinion on idol stans. You could hardly fathom why his father acted the way he did in the first place. After all, Keito’s mom was the sweetest little lady you’ve ever met, endlessly apologetic and kind. 

“Your brothers haven’t had a sorry life. Their older brother made sure of that,” you said softly.

He grit his teeth. “You haven’t seen what it was like before F/ACE. We could barely afford to feed everyone–”

“Mm, but you managed. Your brothers are old enough to recognize that on their own. And I’m sure that they do,” you responded.

“You, who auditioned and got into ‘F/ACE’ despite not having any prior singing or dancing skills, just for the chance to provide for your family. That’s pretty admirable, Keito.”

He opened his mouth to respond before shutting it abruptly, ears tinted red. “I-I did what I had to do. The right opportunity just so happened to fall into my lap.”

You nuzzled your face into his neck. “And I love you more for it.”

You could feel his breath hitch, and he stiffened under you. For a long minute, he said nothing. It saddened you. His sacrifices, all his hard work, do people ever notice? Has anyone ever stopped and directly told him, ‘I’m proud of you for holding out this long?’ Or was he too used to the responsibility, to the expectation that this is what he was supposed to do?

He shifted away from you. You let him. You’ve come to learn that verbal admittance is hard for him. He’d sooner shave his entire head bald than ever admit his struggle. And just now, you were laying it on pretty thick. 

You sigh through your nose, deciding to give him an out. “By the way, is Kaito still a huge fan of Tamon?”

He exhales, not making eye contact. “Y-Yeah, he even got Tamon’s exact haircut recently, can you believe that? I feel like I’ll end up scrubbing pink hair dye out of the tub during my next visit.”

You snorted. You could believe that. The self-insert fanfiction you had accidentally seen on the kid’s laptop when you went to call him for dinner told you that maybe he was a bit more than just a huge fan of Tamon. But, he had already sworn you to secrecy, and who were you to break a promise with your future brother-in-law? (Naturally, that title was a work in progress, but hey, you were getting there!)

“Does he know about Tamon’s, uh….Tamonness?”

“Of course not, that’d break his heart into pieces. He already thinks Tamon is the coolest person on Earth,” he said, stiffly. You zeroed in on that reaction. 

“Ha, you jealous that your brother prefers your group-mate?” 

The scowl came back. “I don’t even have the time to stress over that stuff,” he responded a bit too fast, “but I’m pretty cool on stage too. And I’m both the leader and the center.”

“Hm, I don’t know. Natsuki’s rhythm is pretty unmatched. I always look forward to seeing him in your dance practices.”

That was enough to bring back the grump in your boyfriend. “What the–you can’t be serious! He barely has stamina!”

You shrug. “He’s fun to watch. Didn’t Ori say something about you being boring at that Jason session?”

A tic mark appeared on Keito’s head. “That was months ago! I got way better!”

“Hm, I dunno…” You drawl. 

“You–!!” he started, before sitting up abruptly. You whined at the loss of heat. “Forget it, I’m throwing out your pancakes.”

“You? Wasting food? You?” you immediately shoot back. 

That makes Keito pause momentarily before he continues his march out the bedroom door. “Fine. I’ll just call Ori.”

Okay, that was way more of a viable threat. You and that annoying teenager had developed an unspoken beef because you secretly sided with his love rival for Utage’s hand. You shrieked and stumbled out of bed, trying to catch up to him.

You crashed into his back in your fervor. Absent-mindedly, you wonder if he had been walking slowly on purpose because there was no way he wouldn’t have gotten to the kitchen by now. Keito turned around in record time, wrapping his arms around you. 

“If you don’t want Ori eating the food that I made you, then admit I’m your favorite,” he said, eyes shifting everywhere but your face. You looked up at him in surprise. Wha–he had actually been jealous? 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Wow, you’re really making me say it out loud? I’m shy!”

“Tsk. No, you’re not,” he retorted, before his voice dropped to a whisper, “so say it.”

You preened against him. “Keito Tachibana is the absolute light of my life, the shining star in the cosmos, the apple of my eye, the–”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” he cut in. The red that previously tinted his ears now coated his cheeks in a pretty cherry flush. A hunger for something other than just pancakes started to build up in you. He was just too cute! But you pushed it down, not wanting to ruin the perfect domesticity of the afternoon right now. 

“So, can I have my pancakes now?” you asked, leaning in for a kiss. He quickly placed a hand on your mouth. 

“Brush your teeth first.”

You booed before realization hit you. “Shit, I forgot to buy a toothbrush after I dropped that last one in the trash–”

“I bought another one,” he said dismissively, “when you open the cabinet, you’ll see it there.”

You melt a little internally. “...Thanks, Keito.”

“Mm,” he grunts, wheeling you into the bathroom. “We’ve already wasted so much time. I bet the pancakes got cold.”

You laughed as you walked in, making a beeline for the medicinal cabinet in his tiny bathroom. Sure enough, a packaged plastic toothbrush in your favorite color stared back at you. 

Once you finished up your business, you walked into the dining room to see a steaming plate of pancakes stacked on top of each other, paired with your favorite coffee. 

“Be careful before you burn yourself,” said Keito as he padded to sit next to you. You hummed in response, eager to dig in. 

“I keep thinking back to our earlier conversation about kids,” you said absentmindedly. Keito says nothing but nods, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Parenthood kind of scares me, though. Costs aside,” you said quickly as you could feel this dick’s (affectionate) mouth open to yap at you. “Pregnancy does a real number on the mother’s body. Dealing with that sounds rough.” You carefully cut a piece of your pancake and shoved it into your mouth, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

Keito’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t deal with that alone,” he said, firmly.

You blinked, looking up from your plate. It was very, very rare for Keito to verbally assure you. He was the most uptight, money-grubbing asshole you knew, but his actions were also just as sincere. It had taken a bit, but you’ve learned to read that this–the pancakes, the toothbrush, letting you sleep in his bed–it was all his method to show that he cared. Keito was high-strung 24/7 and thus never wasted his efforts on people he didn’t deem worth it. He simply didn’t have the time. 

Still, you more than welcomed the unexpected change. 

“You…wouldn’t care if my body completely changed? Or my face?”

There it was. The hidden vulnerability that you weren’t sure you were willing to show. 

Keito frowned at you, though it seemed slightly different from his usual You’re-annoying-the-hell-out-of-me frowns or his Can-you-shut-up frowns. 

“You think I care about that? You’d have just given birth, and you think that’d be on my mind?”

You smiled. “So, you’d stick with me?” 

“Of course,” he said, holding eye contact with you, “You think I wouldn’t?”

You put a finger to your lips in feigned ignorance. “Hmm, I don’t know. You’d probably sell me for a frying pan or something.”

Keito clicked his tongue. “That’s what the rest of F/ACE is for. Not you.”