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Summary: A fresh start in Roppongi leads to an unexpected connection with the mysterious man living next door.
Warnings: None.
Here is my Masterlist!!
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You never thought you would end up in Roppongi. For most of your life, Tokyo had been something distant. A place you visited occasionally. A place full of bright lights, expensive stores, crowded streets, and people who always seemed like they knew exactly where they were going. If your slow expect to be pushed if your lost don’t think anyone has time to help you.
It was not a place you imagined building a life in. But life had a way of changing plans.
Especially when you became a mother.
At nineteen, you had learned very quickly that growing up and becoming responsible were two different things. You had been forced to become both at once.
Your parents had called it a mistake.
Your old friends slowly stopped answering messages. People in your hometown had opinions about a young woman raising a child alone, and eventually you learned that some people were much kinder when your life looked more like theirs. So you stopped waiting for people to accept you. You built something yourself. For years, it had just been you and your son - Reki.
You worked. You saved. You learned.
You became someone who could handle things because there was someone small depending on you. Your little boy never knew how lonely those years could be.
He only knew that his mother always came home. That there was always dinner. That there were always bedtime stories.
That no matter how tired you were, you always had time for one more dinosaur fact before bed. And that was enough. Until a big opportunity came.
The email had almost looked fake. An international consulting firm based in Roppongi was looking for an executive assistant. The salary was far beyond anything you had earned before. The position offered stability. Benefits. A relocation package. A real chance. You had stared at the screen for nearly ten minutes before finally applying. You expected nothing.
Then they called. A month later, you were standing in your new apartment, surrounded by cardboard boxes and unfamiliar sounds from outside.
Reki sat in the middle of the living room floor, holding his favorite stuffed dinosaur. "Mommy?"
You looked down. "Yes?" He looked around the apartment seriously.
"Is this our new home?" Your heart squeezed slightly. Because technically... it was. But you knew what he was really asking. Are we staying? Are we safe?
You smiled and sat down beside him. "Yes." You gently tapped his dinosaur's head. "This is our new home."
His eyes brightened. "Can Dino have a room?"
You laughed. "Dino can have whatever he wants."
He immediately stood up. "Dino chooses the sofa."
"Of course he does." You watched him run around the apartment, already making it his own. The apartment wasn't luxurious.
Not by Roppongi standards. The kitchen was small. The walls were thin.
The balcony looked directly toward the neighboring apartment. But it was clean. Safe. Close to your new workplace.
And most importantly, it was yours.
A fresh start.
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The first week disappeared faster than you expected. Your new job was demanding.
Not impossible, but different. Everyone moved quickly in Tokyo.
Emails.Meetings.Schedules.
Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing while you were still figuring out which train exit was closest to your office.
Your son adjusted faster than you did.
Of course he did. Children were incredible like that. He made friends quickly. Learned the area. Found his favorite convenience store snack within three days.
You were the one who still sometimes stood in the middle of the train station wondering if you were going the right way.
Still... every night you picked him up from daycare and heard tiny footsteps running toward you, an exited "Mommy!" call out to you: it reminded you why you had done this.
You were building something stable for your small family.
All the new changes, the unpacking and getting used to your new life made you barely noticed any neighbors.
The apartment next door had been empty when you moved in. You had seen the nameplate. Haitani, nothing more.
You didn't know who lived there. You didn't know that the two brothers inside were names most people in Roppongi knew.
You didn't know that the younger Haitani brother had spent years building a reputation that made people step aside when he walked past.
To you, he was just a neighbor.
And he had no idea who you were either. Not yet.
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Six in the evening was strangely peaceful.
Not peaceful in the normal sense. There was always noise around here.
Music and People mostly.
But from his balcony, high above the streets, it was almost tolerable. Rindou leaned against the railing with a canned coffee in his hand.
Ran wasn't home. Which meant the apartment was his own territory for a bit. A rare event. Probably some business or a hair appointment, equally important to his older brother. Rindou didn't care enough to ask about something like that. His eyes moved over the city below.
Then something caught his attention. The balcony next door. The empty apartment. Someone finally lived there. A woman stepped outside carrying a laundry basket.
He watched for a second. Not because he was interested. Just curious. New neighbors were unusual. Especially here. She looked younger than he expected. Not dressed like most people he saw around Roppongi.
No expensive clothes. No obvious attempt to impress anyone. Just comfortable, at home. She started hanging laundry.
Rindou couldn’t help but look at each item she pulled out of the basket.
Tiny clothes. Tiny socks. A small lightning mcqueen t-shirt.
"..."
A kid. Interesting. Before he could think more about it, she looked over. Their eyes met. And then she smiled. "Hi."
Rindou lifted his hand. "Yo."
Rindou wasn't used to conversations starting like that.
Usually, when people noticed him, there was a reaction. A double take and a nervous glance and most definitely a sudden change in attitude. People knew the Haitani name.
They knew enough to be careful. But she didn't. She just looked at him like he was some guy living next door.
"You live next door?" she asked. Rindou took another sip of his coffee. "Nah."
Her eyebrows lifted. "..Really?"
"No." There was a brief silence. Then she laughed. Actually laughed. Not awkwardly. Not because she was nervous. Because she genuinely found him ridiculous. "You could've just said yes."
"I could've."
"Then why didn't you?"
He shrugged. "Didn't feel like it."
She shook her head, still smiling.
"You're strange."
"I hear that a lot." That was the first thing he noticed. She wasn't trying too hard. Most people he met wanted something be it Attention or a favor. Something. But she was standing there with a laundry basket, talking to him because they happened to be neighbors. Nothing more. "You just moved in?" he asked.
"Yeah." She looked around briefly.
"About a week ago."
"Thought so."
"Was it obvious?"
"The apartment wasn't empty anymore." She looked at him for a second before nodding softly. "That's your way of welcoming someone?"
"Pretty much."
"I'll remember that." Another piece of laundry went onto the line. For some reason, Rindou didn't go back inside. He usually would have. A few words were enough.
Conversation over. But something about the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was easy. "You don't sound like you're from Tokyo," he said. You looked back at him. "I'm not."
"Thought so."
"Is my accent that obvious?"
"No."
"Then how did you know?"
He shrugged. "You just seem different."
The word made you pause for a moment. Different. You had heard that before. Sometimes people meant it kindly. Sometimes they didn't.
But the way he said it didn't sound like an insult. It was just an observation. "I grew up somewhere much smaller." you explained.
"Must be a big change." You looked out over the city. "It is." The skyline stretched endlessly in front of you. So many buildings.
So many lives happening all at once. "But it's a good change."
"You moved here for work?" You nodded. "Yeah."
"What do you do?"
"I'm an executive assistant at a consulting firm." Rindou raised his eyebrows slightly. "Sounds serious."
You laughed. "It feels serious."
"Like it?"
You thought about it. About the pressure and the expectations. The fact that you were finally doing something that made you feel like you had a future. Then you smiled.
"Yeah. I do." And for some reason, that answer stayed with him. Because you didn't say it like someone trying to convince themselves. You actually meant it.
The conversation probably would have continued. Maybe. Rindou wasn't sure.
He wasn't the type to stand around talking to strangers. But somehow, he wasn't in a hurry to leave. Then; "MOMMY!" The sound came from inside your apartment. Rindou watched as a little boy appeared at the balcony door, holding a plastic dinosaur.
Messy hair. Sleepy eyes. Pajamas.
A tiny person who clearly had very important business. You immediately smiled. "There you are Reki."
"I finally found him!" He said as he wiggled his blue spiked dinosaur in front of him. You looked at the dinosaur. "You found him?" The boy nodded seriously. "He was hiding."
"Was he?"
"Yeah."
A pause. "He wanted to surprise me." You laughed quietly. "Of course he did."
Only then did the boy notice Rindou. He stared. Then looked back at you.
"Who's that?" Your expression softened slightly.
"Oh." You glanced toward him. "Our neighbor."
Neighbor. Rindou looked at the boy. Then back at you. The tiny clothes suddenly made sense. The socks. The shirt. The little voice calling you Mommy. You had a child.
And for some reason, that realization made something in him stop. Not because it was bad. Not because he judged you. It just changed the situation. You weren't some girl he could casually invite out. You weren't someone with no responsibilities. You had a whole life. A little boy who depended on you.
A world completely separate from his. And suddenly, the distance between those two worlds felt much bigger than the space between your balconies.
"See ya." You blinked. "Huh?"
But he was already stepping backward. The balcony door slid shut.
And just like that: He was gone.
You stared at the closed door. For a few seconds, you didn't move. Was that it? You looked down at your son. Then back at the balcony. The conversation had been nice.
Actually nice. It had been the first time since moving that you had spoken to someone around your age outside of work. You weren't expecting anything. You weren't looking for anything. You were just happy to talk. And then the second he realized you had a child... he left.
“This Mister has Dino hair mommy.” Reki stated with a hand on his chin like it was a serious acknowledgment. Not knowing what to answer to him a small sigh just escaped you. Maybe you had gotten too comfortable. Maybe he was just being polite. You turned back toward the laundry. "..Shit." The word slipped out before you could stop it. "Mommy." Looking at you with a serious expression, as serious as your sweet boy can get.
You froze. Slowly, you looked down.
Your son stood there with his arms crossed.
"You just said a bad word." You closed your eyes. "I know."
"You have to put a coin in the swear Piggy."
You looked at him. Then at your neighbors balcony. Then back at him.
"...You're right." He nodded proudly. "The rules are the rules." You couldn't help laughing. "Yes, they are." And then..a sound. A quiet laugh, more like a snort. You stopped. Your head turned toward the balcony next door again. The curtain moved slightly. Just enough. Your eyes narrowed.
"...Seriously?" Nothing. Silence. You folded your arms. "What is this guy's deal?"
On the other side of the wall, Rindou leaned back against the balcony door. He hadn't meant to laugh. It just happened.
The swear piggy.? That kid enforcing the rules. The way you looked completely offended by the fact that he was secretly listening. It was funny. And worse it kinda was cute. Rindou hated that.
Because he knew himself. He was not someone who did slow. If he wanted something, he went after it. If something became complicated, he walked away.
Simple. Fast. Easy.
That was how he lived. But now there was a woman next door who somehow made him curious. A woman with a kid. A woman who had no idea who he was. A woman who looked at him without fear. And that was inconvenient. Very inconvenient. Because Rindou Haitani had spent years becoming someone dangerous. And somehow the thing that made him hesitate wasn't a fight.
It was a young mother hanging damn laundry on a balcony.
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The next morning, Rindou told himself he wouldn't think about it. He had more important things to do. Tenjiku had business. Ran was annoying. Life was normal. A neighbor was just a neighbor.
That was all. Except... When he opened his apartment door and saw you standing there with your son waiting for the elevator; He stopped.
And Reki immediately pointed at him.
"Dinosaur guy." Rindou blinked. "What?" Your son held up his toy dinosaur. "Mommy's neighbor." You covered your face slightly, while offering him a small bow of your head. "I'm sorry." Rindou looked between the two of you. Then at your son.
"...Dinosaur guy?"
"He doesn't know your name yet.” you explained. A pause. Then, somehow, the corner of Rindou's mouth lifted. "The names Rindou, tell him that."
Your son looked down at the dinosaur seriously. Then back up. "He can't talk."
Rindou stared. "...Right."
And that was the first time he realized something dangerous. He liked this.
Not the attention. Not the flirting. Not the excitement. Just this. A normal morning. A kid talking about a dinosaur. A woman laughing beside him. Something simple. Something he had never really had. And he had no idea what to do with that.
The most strange thing was… After that morning, it didn't stop. It should have. Rindou knew that. Normally, things stayed simple for him. Someone interesting caught his attention for a moment, then life moved on.
He was busy way too busy. There was always something happening with Tenjiku. Meetings. Problems. People needing answers. People needing reminders of exactly who they were dealing with. His life was loud. Fast. Unpredictable.
There was no space for a quiet neighbor and her five-year-old son. Except somehow... he always found some. It started with small things. Things that shouldn't have mattered. Like seeing you struggle with grocery bags outside the building. Rindou had just gotten back from a meeting when he saw you standing near the entrance, balancing three bags in one hand while trying to stop Reki from running toward the street. "Mommy, look!"
"I see, sweetheart, but please stay close."
"But there's a dog!" Little eyes full of excitement.
"I know, i see him."
"The dog is sooo fluffy looking."
"He really is isn’t he."
Rindou watched for a moment. You looked exhausted. Not unhappy. Just tired. The kind of tired that came from carrying too much for too long.
Before he could stop himself, and he really wanted to, but he just could not, it slipped out: "You need help?" You turned. "Oh." Your face softened when you saw him. "Rindou, hello.” He noticed you remembered his name. For some reason, he liked that. "I can carry those."
"You don't have to."
"I know." He answered and you gave him a small look. "That's your favorite sentence, isn't it?"
"What?"
"You don't have to."
He paused. "...Maybe." You smiled. "Thank you."
He took two bags. Reki mmediately looked up at him. "Dinosaur guy is strong." Rindou looked down. "Still Dinosaur guy?"
"That's what I call you."
"Why?"
The little boy shrugged. "You like dinosaurs."
"I never said that."
"You said hi to Dino, and and and you have dinosaur hair!" Reki pointed out excitedly. Rindou had no response. Because technically... he had and..he..did?
So after that, it became normal. Not really planned by him, or you. And definitely not discussed. It just happened. Sometimes you talked over the balcony. Sometimes you ran into each other in the elevator. Sometimes Rindou came home late and saw your apartment light still on. Sometimes you left early for work and saw him already awake. You slowly learned little things about each other. You learned that he hated mornings.
You learned he drank coffee even though he complained about it. You learned he had a brother. "You and your brother live together?" You had asked one evening while watering your balcony plants. "Unfortunately." You laughed. "That's mean."
"It's accurate."
You smiled. "Are you close?" Rindou was quiet for a moment. Then, "Yeah." Simple. But the way he said it told you enough. Family mattered to him. You didn't know why that surprised you. Maybe because he looked like someone who had never needed anyone. But the more you knew him... the more you realized that wasn't true.
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The first time Rindou came inside your apartment wasn't planned. Reki had dropped his dinosaur onto the balcony below. You had stared over the railing. "Oh no." Rindou, standing on his balcony in front of you, looked down. "That's not happening."
"I'm sorry?"
"You are not climbing down for a toy dinosaur." You opened your mouth. Closed it. "...I really wasn't going to."
"You were."
"I was just considering it."
"Exactly." Five minutes later, Rindou returned the dinosaur. Your son hugged it immediately. "Thank you Rin!" Rindou awkwardly stood there. "...Yeah."
Then your son looked up. "Do you want cookies?" Rindou blinked. "What?"
"Mommy made cookies." Reki said. You looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry. He's very friendly." The boy nodded. "You're our neighbor." As if that explained everything. And somehow... it did. You hesitated. "Would you like one?"
Rindou should have said no. He really had places to be. People waiting. A life completely separate from this. But he looked inside your apartment.
The small dining table. The toys in the corner. The warm light. The normality of it. "...Sure." Just one cookie. That's what he told himself.
It was definitely not just one cookie.
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Well the first person to notice something was wrong was Ran. Of course it was. Ran noticed everything. They were sitting together after a Tenjiku meeting when Ran looked at him.
"You've been weird." Rindou didn't look up. "No, I haven't."
"You have."
"I'm always weird."
"Not like this." Rindou sighed. "Like what?" Ran smiled. "Content." The silence that followed was immediate. Rindou looked at him. "What?"
"You heard me."
"I did not."
"You did." Ran leaned back. "You've been smiling at your phone."
"I’ve always smiled."
"It’s different now."
"It’s really not Aniki."
"You literally did five seconds ago." Rindou looked away. Annoyed because Ran was right. "The new neighbor." Ran raised an eyebrow. "A neighbor."
"Yes."
"That's your explanation?"
"She's normal."
Ran stared. "...Okay?" Rindou frowned. "Forget it."
"No, no." Ran looked amused now. "Tell me more about this mysterious normal woman."
"She's not mysterious."
"Then why do you sound defensive?"
"I'm not."
"You are." Rindou ignored him. But Ran already knew. Something had changed.
Izana eventually noticed too. And thats when Rindou realized that things mind be more serious than he thought. Izana didn’t notice because Rindou talked about you. He didn't. Rindou wasn't like that. But Izana had always been good at reading people. During a meeting, Rindou checked the time.
Once. Then again. Small. Almost unnoticeable. But Izana noticed. "You have somewhere to be?"
Rindou looked up. "No." A pause. Then: "Yes."
The room went quiet. Ran immediately looked away, already amused. Izana's eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting." Rindou frowned. "What?"
"You."
"What about me?"
"You're distracted."
"I'm not."
Izana leaned back. "You've never been distracted." Rindou didn't answer. Because he knew exactly what Izana meant. And he hated that he was right. The truth was... he was getting used to you. Used to your voice through the balcony wall. Used to little Reki waving at him thru the window when he came home. Used to the smell of dinner drifting from your apartment.
Used to being someone who was welcomed somewhere. And that was the part that bothered him most. Not the fact that he liked you. That was manageable. The dangerous part was that he liked the life around you. A life that had no place for someone like him. Someone who belonged to Tenjiku. Someone whose hands were not always clean. Someone who disappeared because of things he could never explain.
You had built something peaceful. And Rindou knew exactly how good he was at destroying things. Which meant the closer he got...the more afraid he became of ruining it.
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After living in Roppongi for a bit and being used to these new changes, you didn't think much of the bank appointment when you booked it.
That was the annoying part. It’s just stuff that nobody likes but needs to be done. It wasn't anything dramatic. No life-changing event, just paperwork. The kind of boring adult responsibility that somehow managed to take up an entire afternoon. The bank needed updated documents connected to your relocation, your salary account, and a few things from your new employer. Simple.
Necessary. Completely exhausting. By the time you stepped outside, the sky had already started turning darker. You looked at your phone. A small sigh escaped you.
Your babysitter had another twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was not a lot. Not enough to stop somewhere. Not enough to relax. Not enough to do anything except walk quickly home. You hated leaving your son with someone else longer than necessary.
It wasn't because you didn't trust the babysitter. You did. She was wonderful and Reki adored her. But a small part of you still struggled with it. You had spent five years being the person who was always there. The person who picked him up. The person who comforted him. The person he looked for first. So every extra minute away felt strange. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and walked faster. Almost home. Just a few more streets….
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Rindou hated waiting. It was one of the reasons people either liked him or couldn't stand him. He wasn't patient. If something needed to happen, he wanted it done. If someone wasted his time, they stopped being worth his time. Simple. But today, he was sitting outside a convenience store, staring at his phone, with nothing urgent happening. A rare moment. Just enjoying Roppongi at night, his favorite place.
Tenjiku business was quiet. Ran was busy. Izana hadn't called. For once, he had time. Which meant his thoughts had too much room. And unfortunately, they kept going to the same place. The neighbor. You. He hated that. He didn't even know when it started. Maybe when your son started calling him Dinosaur Guy. Maybe when you started laughing at his stupid comments. Maybe when he realized he automatically looked toward your balcony when he came home.
Ridiculous. He wasn't some lovesick teenager. He was Rindou Haitani. Then his phone buzzed. He ignored it. A few seconds later, he looked up. And saw you. You didn't notice him at first. Your mind was somewhere else. Thinking about dinner. Thinking about tomorrow's schedule. Thinking about whether you had enough milk at home. Normal things. You were halfway through the next street when someone stepped into your path. You stopped. "Excuse me." The man didn't move. Your stomach tightened slightly. Something about the situation felt wrong.
"You got somewhere to be?" You forced yourself to stay calm. "Yes."
A second man appeared beside him.
"That's rude."
You looked around. People were walking by. The city was still alive. But somehow, you suddenly felt very alone. "I need to get home."
The first man smiled. "Relax."
You stepped back. "I said I need to go."
His expression changed. And before you could move, his hand grabbed your wrist.
Your heart dropped. "Let go."
"C'mon."
"I said let go." You hated how small your voice sounded. You hated that you were suddenly thinking about your son waiting at home. About how scared he would be if you didn't come back.
Then: the grip disappeared. Not because he let go. Because someone else made him.
The man stumbled backward. A figure stood between you.
Tall. Calm. Familiar. Your breath caught.
"Rindou?" He didn't look at you. His eyes stayed on the men in front of him. And immediately, you knew. This was not the same person who joked with you over the balcony. This was not the man who awkwardly accepted cookies from your son. This was someone else. Someone colder. "You didn't hear her?"
His voice was quiet. Almost bored. "She told you to let go."
One of the men scoffed. "And who are you?"
Rindou tilted his head slightly. "Nobody important." You almost believed that.
Until the man laughed. "Nobody important?" Then he looked closer. And his expression changed. Recognition. Fear. A whisper was heared from him. "...H-haitani."
The air shifted. Rindou didn't answer. He didn't need to. The name alone was enough. And suddenly, you understood. There was something about him you didn't know. Something much bigger than a sarcastic neighbor.
The man’s expression changed the moment he recognized him. The confidence disappeared. The arrogance. The careless attitude. Gone. Because some names carried weight. And apparently... Haitani was one of them.
Rindou looked almost bored. That was the part that unsettled you the most. Not anger. Not shouting. Just calm. "You've got two choices." His voice stayed low. "You walk away." A pause. "Or i’ll make you." The man swallowed. His friend looked between them.
Neither of them wanted to test him. And honestly? You didn't want to know what would happen if they did.
A few seconds later, they disappeared into the crowd. Just like that. The street continued moving. People continued walking. Cars continued passing. Like nothing had happened. But you were still standing there, trying to process everything. Rindou finally turned toward you. And the coldness disappeared.
Almost immediately. "You okay?" You stared at him. Not because you were scared of him. Because you were confused.
This was the same man who had joked with your son about dinosaurs. The same man who had stood awkwardly in your kitchen eating cookies.
But now... "You knew they would leave." It wasn't a question. Rindou looked away. "They made a smart choice." That wasn't an answer. You noticed.
"You scared them." A small shrug. "Maybe." You looked at him. "Rindou..."
He went quiet. For a second, you thought he might actually explain. But he just looked at you . "You were in a hurry." Your eyes widened. "Oh my gosh yeah." The babysitter. You checked the time. You had completely forgotten. "I'm late." You immediately started walking. "I need to go."
Rindou followed. "I'll walk you home." You stopped. "You don't have to."
"I know." You looked at him. There it was again. That sentence. A tiny laugh escaped you despite everything. "That's your favorite answer isn’t it."
"Probably." You shook your head. "You're strange."
"Yeah." And for some reason... his answer made you feel better. That walk home was quieter than usual. Not uncomfortable. Just different. You kept glancing at him. Trying to understand.
Trying to fit the two versions of Rindou together. The man who protected you.
The man who made your son laugh. The man who apparently had a reputation strong enough that strangers backed away just from hearing his name.
When you reached your apartment building, you turned toward him. "Thank you." He looked away. "It's nothing."
"No." You shook your head. "It isn't." For some reason, that made him pause.
People thanked him before. But usually because they were afraid. Or because they wanted something. You were different. You were just grateful. "Seriously." Your voice softened. "Thank you for helping me." A quiet moment passed. Then, "Come inside."
Rindou looked at you. "What?" You immediately realized how it sounded. "Uh i-i was mean-" You laughed nervously. "Reki is still awake. The babysitter is leaving soon. And..." You hesitated. "I will be making dinner."
He stared. "I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything."
"I don't."
"Then why?" You smiled slightly." Because you helped me." No hidden reason. No expectation. Just kindness. And somehow that was harder for him to deal with. "Alright."
Reki immediately appeared the second you opened the door. "Mommy!" Then he stopped. His eyes widened. "Dinosaur Guy!"
Rindou froze. "You still call me that?" Your son nodded proudly. "Because you like Dino. And you have dinosaur hair! "
"Do i?."
But Reki didn’t respond, he just took off to jump onto the couch and continue reading his little story book.
You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. Rindou looked betrayed. "This is your fault." You blinked. "My fault?"
"You laughed the first time."
"...I did."
"Exactly."
Your son appears inf front of Rindou again and grabbed his hand. "Come see." Rindou looked down. "See what?"
"My toys."
"You have a lot of those."
"Yes." A pause. Then Rindou looked at you. Almost like he was asking permission. You smiled. "Go go." And he did.
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Dinner was simple. Nothing fancy.
Just homemade food, your son talking nonstop, and Rindou sitting at your table like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which was strange. Because for him... it wasn't.
After dinner, Reki suddenly stood up. "Movie." He said dragging out the word more than necessary. You looked at him. "Movie?"
"Toy Story." Rindou looked confused. "Toy Story?"
"Did you never watch it?" Your son looked horrified. Rindou frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Everyone has seen Toy Story."
"I haven't." A moment of silence. Your son slowly turned toward you. "Mommy." You immediately knew that tone. "Yes my love?"
"Rindou needs our movie night." You laughed. "Does he now."
So a few minutes later, the three of you were sitting on the couch. Your son in the middle. A blanket covering his legs.
Rindou sitting slightly stiffly, like he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Then the movie started. At first, he acted like he wasn't interested. He leaned back. Arms crossed. Pretending.
But slowly... He got into the movie. Because Toy Story wasn't really about toys. It was about being left behind. About growing up. About people changing. About wondering if you still mattered. And maybe that was why it hit him. Because Rindou knew what it felt like to be replaced.
To belong somewhere but still feel like you didn't. Your son laughed beside him. You smiled whenever he reacted. And somewhere during the movie, without realizing it... Rindou stopped feeling like a guest. He was just there. On your couch. Watching a movie. With you. With your son. A normal evening. Something he had never thought he wanted. When the credits rolled, your son was asleep against your side.
You looked over. Rindou was still watching the screen. "Did you like it?" He was quiet for a moment. Then, "...It was okay." You smiled. "Only okay?"
"Yeah."
"You almost cried."
"I did not."
"You did." Dragging out your words on purpose "I didn't." You laughed softly. And Rindou looked at you. Really looked. At your smile. At the little boy sleeping beside you. At this tiny apartment that somehow felt warmer than anywhere he'd been in years. And that was the moment he realized something.
He didn't just like visiting. He liked being here. And that was..something.. Because he knew exactly what kind of world he came from. And he knew exactly what kind of world you had built.
The question wasn't whether he wanted this. The question was whether someone like him was allowed to keep it.
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A/n: Toy Story 3 made me so so emotional. I will write a Pt.2 where they are mentioned but not in focus because Pt.2 will be about Ran x Reader that’s a Friend of the single Mom Reader yk?
Summary: One act of reckless courage turns two classmates into something neither of them expected.
Warnings: None.
Here is my Masterlist!!
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The late afternoon sun had already started slipping behind the school buildings, turning the empty street behind campus into something quieter than it should’ve been. The kind of quiet that makes every footstep sound like it belongs to someone else’s problem.
Baji Keisuke didn’t look like himself today. Well, he did, technically. Same sharp eyes hidden behind thick fake glas glasses, same messy hair that refused to behave, forced into a neat low ponytail.
The same restless energy bottled up under his “don’t-notice-me” disguise. Not to forget to mention his very different outfit. Clean shirt, overly neat cardigan, even a book tucked under his arm like he was actually interested in studying instead of tearing through life at full speed.
A disguise. Not even really a bad one, he could pass as an actual nerd, as long as he doesn’t open his mouth.
And after a tough day at school hiding his real self behind this fake facade, he wanted nothing more than to walk home in peace, take a shower and go meet up with Kazutora.
But God had other plans for him today.
Three guys stepped out from the side alley. Not students from his school. Older. Loud in the way people are when they think they’re untouchable. One of them laughed as he looked Baji up and down.
“Hey, nerd. You lost?”
Baji didn’t answer right away. His fingers twitched once, like he was deciding whether his glasses had any right to survive this conversation.
He adjusted them instead. “Move.” That was all it took for the situation to tilt.
One of them stepped closer, grin sharpening. “Or what?”
The air tightened. Baji’s shoulders shifted slightly, the calm on his face thinning just enough to show what was underneath.
These punks really don’t know who he is. He tilted his head a little like he was about to take the glasses off. Like something was about to end badly for someone.
And then; A voice cut in. “Stop it!” Small. Shaky. But loud enough to interrupt the moment before it broke.
Everyone turned. She stood a few steps away, school bag clutched so tightly her knuckles had gone pale. A student from his class. The kind you’d barely notice in a hallway you are quiet, careful, and always keeping your head down.
Except now you were standing between him and them. Which made absolutely no sense.
“You should leave him alone,” you said, voice trembling but still pushing through it. “You’re not supposed to just… corner people like this.”
One of the thugs blinked, then laughed. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
You flinched. It was obvious, you were really scared. Your body gave you away with every tiny shake in your hands. But you didn’t move. Didn’t step aside.
Behind you, Baji Keisuke went still.
Not because he needed protecting. Because no Girl ever did that. Not for him. Matter of fact, he does not know any girl that would do such a thing!
“Please,” you added, quieter now, but stubborn in a way that didn’t quite match your size at all. “Just go.”
The leader took a step toward you. That was when something changed in Baji’s expression.
Slowly, he lowered his hand from his glasses. But he didn’t move forward. He watched you instead. Like he was seeing something he didn’t have a name for yet.
The thug stopped right in front of you. “You really picked the wrong guy to play hero for.”
Your breath hitched, even if you didn’t want to show any weakness. For a second, it felt like your body might run away on autopilot.
But nothing happend.
Instead, you shut your eyes briefly praying for courage you didn’t actually fully have, and stood your ground anyway. And that tiny act of stubborn bravery snapped something in the air. Baji stepped forward. Just one step. Enough.
The thug noticed it immediately. “Oh? You gonna cry, nerd?”
Baji tilted his head slightly again, glasses catching the fading light. “I’d leave,” he said, calm as ever, “before you embarrass yourself. The tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
Something in it made the group hesitate, even just a fraction. The kind of hesitation people get when they suddenly remember they might not be the strongest person in the street. One of them clicked his tongue. “Tch. Whatever. Not worth it.”
They backed off slowly, still muttering, still trying to look like they chose to leave.
Until they were gone. Silence settled again. You stayed frozen for a moment longer, you felt like you couldn’t trust that the world had actually stopped being dangerous.
Then, your shoulders dropped.
And you turned around. Up close, you looked even smaller to Baji. Still shaking. Still breathing too fast. But your eyes were clear now, like you were trying to understand what you just did.
“Uh.. i-“ you started, then stopped. “You’re okay?” Asking him finally. Baji looked at you for a long second. Then he let out a short breath, almost like a laugh that didn’t fully make it out.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know,” you said immediately, then looked away embarrassed. “But you looked like you needed it.”
That made him pause.
Because nobody ever assumed that about him either. His gaze softened just a fraction. “You think I’m a nerd,” he said.
You blinked. “Well… yeah?” Now you are getting confused. Whats this guys deal?
That got a real smile out of him. Small, but real. “…You’re kind of weird,” he said. Not that he is wrong but, the audacity. “I’m aware,” you mumbled, then quickly added, “but you’re still okay, right?”
He glanced at your small shaking hands. At the way you still hadn’t stepped away from where you had placed yourself between him and danger without thinking twice.
Yeah. He was definitely okay. Better than okay, actually. “I’m fine,” he said. A beat.
Then, quieter: “You’re braver than you look.” That made you freeze. Not scared this time.
Just surprised. And for the first time, you actually looked at him properly. not the “quiet class nerd.” not the glasses, not the act. but something underneath it that didn’t quite match her expectations.
Baji turned slightly as if to leave, then stopped. “…What’s your name?”
You hesitated. Then told him. And somewhere in that moment, something simple and unspoken settled into place, like a thread pulled tight between two people who weren’t supposed to notice each other at all. But now did.
-
From that day on, things didn’t exactly change loudly. It wasn’t like you suddenly became inseparable or started sitting together at lunch like it meant something obvious. It was quieter than that. More accidental. More like life kept placing you two in the same corners of the school without asking either of you for permission.
At first, it was just small acknowledgements. A nod in the hallway. A brief “you good?” when passing each other after class.
Once, you dropped your pen and he picked it up before anyone else noticed.
Another time, he pretended not to notice when you walked a little too close behind him just because the hallway felt crowded and you didn’t want to be pushed around. It was convenient, that was it. If he has a nice strong comfy looking broad back why not use it as a shield.. right?
You guys never talked about that day behind the school. Neither of you needed to.
But something had already been decided without words. From then on, you were… familiar. Not friends in the loud, obvious way. More like something softer that didn’t quite have a name yet.
Sometimes you’d find him sitting outside the school building, pretending to read. So you would sit a few steps away. Not interrupting. Just existing nearby.
And sometimes he’d actually talk. About nothing important. About teachers, boring tests, random nonsense that somehow made the silence feel less heavy. And sometimes, rarely but sometimes, he’d walk you part of the way home without saying why.
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One afternoon, everything shifted again.
It was after school. The sky was soft, almost gold, the kind of light that makes everything feel slower than it really is.
You spotted him first.
Leaning against a vending machine near the station, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed in a way that didn’t match the version of him you usually saw at school.
He wasn’t wearing the neat disguise today. No cardigan. No careful shirt. No glasses. Just him. Messy hair falling the way it wanted. Sharp eyes that didn’t bother hiding anything. The kind of presence that made people unconsciously step aside when they passed him.
He looked… different. Not unfamiliar. Just real.
So you stopped walking. Kind of automaticly, like when you see something and can’t look away yet. For a second, you honestly thought you had the wrong person in mind.
Then he looked up. And saw you. That same lazy focus in his gaze sharpened slightly, like he recognized her instantly even without the “school version” between them.
“Hey, you’re staring,” he said.
Your brain really lagged behind your mouth. “You’re not wearing your nerd outfit.” That made him exhale something like a short laugh. “Nerd outfit?”
“You know what I mean,” you said quickly, suddenly aware of how small you felt under his normal presence. “The glasses. The- everything.”
He pushed off the vending machine and walked closer. Not threatening. Just… him, closing the space like it was normal.
“You look surprised,” he said. “I am surprised,” you had to admit. He tilted his head slightly. “Scared?”
“No,” you said fast, too fast, then even quicker corrected yourself, quieter. “No. Just… not used to it.” That made him pause for a second. Then his expression softened in a way you didn’t see often at school. Never actually.
“Good.” he said simply. A beat passed. Wind moved between them. Then he added, like it wasn’t a big deal at all, “You’re easier to talk to when you’re not trying to impress anyone.”
You blinked. “I’m not trying to-“
“You are,” he said, but not in a teasing way. More like observation. “Most people are.” That shut you up.
Not because you disagreed. Because it was annoyingly accurate. He glanced away for a moment, then back at her. “You going home?”
“…Yeah.” A short silence. Then, like it had already been decided somewhere in the background of their routine:
“I’ll walk with you.” he said. It wasn’t asked like a question. And you didn’t answer like it was optional. So they started walking. Side by side, not too close, not too far. At some point, you stole a glance at him again, still trying to reconcile the version of him from school with the one next to you right now.
“You know,” you said carefully, “you’re kind of different like this.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t look at her right away. “Which one do you prefer?” he asked. It wasn’t serious in tone. But it also wasn’t fully a joke. You thought about it longer than you expected yourself to.
Then, honestly: “This one feels more real.” And it did. “I would like to see this version more often.” You added quickly, hoping it would not sound too desperate but also make it sound genuine.
That made him quiet for a moment. Then he gave a small hum, almost approving.
“Good answer.” You walked a little further.
“We should go out more often.” He added casually, but with a meaning you grasped immediately.
And somewhere between the station lights and the slow fading sky, it stopped being about coincidence. From there on out, it was just understood. They were familiar.
And familiar, for people like them, was already something close to everything that mattered.
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Summary: Mikey only came to test the dojo's new student. He didn't expect to leave with a sparring partner... and a crush he doesn't realize is starting.
Warnings: None.
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The Sano household was never particularly quiet around dinnertime.
Emma animatedly talked about something ridiculous that had happened at school, while Shinichiro listened with an amused smile, interrupting every now and then just to tease his little sister enough to earn an indignant glare.
At the head of the table, the Sano grandfather calmly poured everyone another cup of tea, watching the familiar chaos with quiet fondness. It was noisy and comfortable, just like home.
Manjiro Sano barely paid attention to any of it.
He was far more interested in the grilled mackerel in front of him, already reaching for another piece before anyone else had the chance.
“You really eat like you’ve been starving for weeks.” Shinichiro laughed. Without looking up, Manjiro shrugged. “I train a lot.”
“You nap a lot.”
“I do both.” Emma giggled, and Manjiro continued eating as if that settled the matter. Granpa Sano hid a smile behind his teacup.
“The dojo was lively today.” That immediately caught Shinichiro’s attention. “Oh? New students or what?”
“I’ve got one who’s been catching everyone’s attention lately.” Emma leaned forward slightly. “Another little kid?”
“No,” he said. “about your age.” Shinichiro raised an eyebrow. “Strong?”
“Not particularly.” That answer surprised everyone. “They still lose against students with more experience,” the Sano grandfather continued, “but their technique is remarkable. Every movement has purpose. They’re patient, calm under pressure, and incredibly quick.” He paused, almost amused.
“The older students have started asking to spar with them just to figure out why they’re so difficult to hit.”
Manjiro’s chopsticks stopped halfway to his mouth. “…Really?” His grandfather noticed immediately, eyes softening in quiet satisfaction. “Yes.”
“What’s their name?”
“I’d rather let you meet them yourself.”
“…Why?”
“Because I’d rather you judge them with your own eyes than everyone else’s stories.” For a moment, Mikey simply looked at him. Then, he nodded. “If you say so.” He returned to eating, though slower now.
The conversation drifted: Emma talking about school, Shinichiro complaining about one of his customers, but something stayed lodged quietly in Manjiro’s mind.
A student Grandpa keeps talking about… That wasn’t something he heard often. And for some reason, he didn’t forget it.
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A few days later, the summer sun hung low over the neighborhood park where they usually gathered after school. Ken Ryuguji rocked lazily back and forth on one of the swings while their friends argued over drinks.
The air was warm, heavy with cicadas and fading daylight. Manjiro lay stretched across the top of the jungle gym, one arm tucked behind his head as he watched clouds drift overhead.
“Ken-chin.”
“What?”
“I wanna fight somebody.” A snort. “When don’t you?”
“No.” Manjiro stretched slightly. “This one’s different.” That earned him a glance. “Oh?”
“My grandpa has this student.”
“The fast one?”
“Mhm.”
“The one everyone keeps talking about?”
“Mhm.” A lazy mumbling again. “You’ve never even met them.”
“I know.”
“So why’re you interested?” Manjiro stayed quiet for a moment. “Everyone says they’re hard to hit.”
“So?”
“I wanna see.” Draken laughed under his breath. “You just wanna know if the rumors are true.”
“What about it?”
“You know your grandpa doesn’t exaggerate.”
“I know, but I still wanna see.” Draken stood, stretching. “Then go.”
“I will.”
“When?” Manjiro dropped from the jungle gym in one smooth motion. “Today.”
-
By the time evening came, the dojo had grown almost completely quiet. The younger students had already left, their voices fading down the street until only cicadas remained. Warm orange light poured through the windows, stretching long shadows across polished wood.
You knelt beside your gym bag, carefully folding your white belt before placing it inside. The Sano grandfather always said the way you treated your uniform reflected the way you treated your training. By now, it was second nature.
You had just reached for the zipper when the paper door slid open. “Oi.” You turned your head. A blond boy stood in the doorway, hands buried in the pockets of an oversized black hoodie. He looked your age, messy hair, sleepy dark eyes, expression calm in a way that didn’t quite match how direct he was. He didn’t look intimidating. Just curious. “You’re the fast one.”
You blinked. “…Excuse me?” He stepped inside, letting the door close softly behind him. “My grandpa talks about you.”
Weird at first but something clicked. “…Your grandpa?” No answer, just that blank and bored look on his face.
“…Mister Sano?” He nodded once. “Oh.” A faint smile touched your lips. “That explains why you walk in like you own the place.”
“I do.” No embarrassment. No hesitation. Just that same steady confidence and also curiosity. “So…” you asked gently, “can I help you?”
“I know.” He just doesn’t care, not like he is going anyway.
“I also was just about to leave, so-.”
“I know.” A quiet laugh slipped out of you. “…You’re really straightforward.” And also a little.. rude.
“Sure.” A small shrug leaving his shoulders.
“Why me?” He didn’t hesitate. “If the rumors are true.” That answer should’ve been annoying. Instead, it made you smile. “You really don’t waste any time, do you?”
“No.” A beat. “…You’ve got a name?”
“Mikey.”
“Just Mikey?” You cant help but find it a little amusing and well, sweet, that he calls himself by an English name.
He nodded. “Sano.”
“I’m-”
“I already know.”
“You do?”
“My grandpa says everyone’s been talking about you.”
“…Seems unfair.” He tilted his head slightly. “Hm?”
“I know your name.”
“You know I exist.”
“You know I apparently have a reputation.”
“And somehow…” you smiled, “…you still don’t know mine.” For the first time, he blinked.
“…Oh.” Just that. Small. Simple. Completely sincere.
“You can tell me after,” he decided.
“…After what?” He is pretty confusing if you are being honest with yourself.
“The spar.” You shook your head slightly. “You’ve got your priorities straight.”
“I do.” A quiet pause settled. Up close, he looked younger than expected. Not intimidating at all, just focused, observant, almost soft in the way he studied everything like it was new. Then his gaze shifted back to you.
“…Huh.”
“What?”
“Your eyes are nice.” You paused. “…Thanks?” He leaned in slightly, as if confirming it. “…And your eyelashes.”
“My… eyelashes?” His gaze lingered for another second before he tilted his head.
“You're pretty.” The words landed so casually that for a heartbeat your mind simply... stopped. Heat rushed to your face before you could hide it.
"...Th-Thank you." You cleared your throat, suddenly finding the floor far more interesting than his eyes.
Nobody had ever said something like that so matter-of-factly before, without awkwardness, without ulterior motives, without even realizing what effect those words might have.
Did he come here to confess to you? With a pretty weird technique but it’s fine he’s kind of cute right.
At this point your thoughts move at incredible speed. And your heart gave one embarrassing little flutter.
He was just... looking at you? Like he'd noticed something beautiful and decided it was worth saying aloud.
"...That's a very random thing to say." Your voice quieter than you want it to be. He nodded, completely serious.
"Guess some guys are just pretty." Shrugging his shoulders casually.
Huh?
Your head snapped back up, meeting those dark, sleepy eyes that were still watching you with innocent curiosity.
For some reason, that made your cheeks grow even warmer. Why does this weirdo have to be so cute?
"...What?"
He frowned slightly. "Did I say something weird?" You opened your mouth, but before any words came:
The paper door slid open behind him. The Sano grandfather stood there, towel over his shoulder. Behind him, Shinichiro immediately noticed the distance between you two and slowly started grinning. “Manjiro.” Dragging out his words slightly.
His grandfather’s eyes moved from Mikey to you. “Have you realized anything yet?”
Manjiro frowned. “Like what?” Shinichiro already looked like he was about to laugh. Grandpa Sano just sighed. “Manjiro.”
“What?” A pause.
“I thought I taught you to not fight with girls.” Silence. Mikey turned slowly back toward you. His eyes scanned your face again, same calm focus as before. “Oh.”
A pause. “You are..” You folded your arms, smiling despite yourself. “I’ve been one this whole time.”
“Ah.” Shinichiro burst out laughing. “You seriously didn’t notice?”
But Mikey looked genuinely confused. “I thought she was just… a pretty guy or something.” That did it. The entire dojo fell quiet for half a second, before you laughed too. Even Mikey did, just a little.
He scratched the back of his neck, almost thoughtful now. “So,” He looked at you again. “let’s still spar tomorrow?”
And somehow, that was the only thing that mattered to him.
You smiled. “Yeah.” Maybe you have made a new friend - “Good.” He responded. - Or more..
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A/n: Vacation was beautiful. Go on Vacation with your partner, you will fall in love even more :)
Im confused.. - Manjiro Sano x Dojo Student! Reader
- Mikey only came to test his grandpa’s dojo's new student. He didn't expect to leave with a sparring partner... and a crush he doesn't realize is starting.
Summary: Kazutora Hanemiya has survived gang fights and family issues. A cute girl confessing to him however, proves to be his greatest challenge yet.
Warnings: None.
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Simple milk chocolate. Nothing fancy.
You had wanted to make them yourself. Really. But every batch had turned out wrong. One had tasted horrible. Another had melted apart. The last one had somehow ended up on the kitchen floor because your hands wouldn't stop shaking. So in the end, you bought a pretty little box instead.
But Kazutora had just stared.
"Huh?" Like his brain had stopped working.
His eyes dropped to the chocolate. Then back to you. "Really?" Before you could even answer, he turned around and left.
Just left. You still remembered standing there with your arm awkwardly stretched out, watching him disappear down the street. The memory made you want to hide forever. Maybe buying the chocolates had been a mistake. Maybe you should have made them yourself. Maybe you weren't his type. Maybe he only liked really pretty girls.
Okay that’s enough!
Kazutora Hanemiya was handsome. Everybody knew that. Girls whispered about him all the time. Even if most of them were too intimidated to approach him.
The tattoo. The motorcycle. His reputation as a delinquent. None of it stopped people from looking. So why would he be interested in you? The thought stung more than you wanted to admit. Still, after a few days, the embarrassment slowly settled into something manageable. It wasn't like you and Kazutora had been close anyway.
Life moved on. Mostly..as long as you keep avoiding him at school, it will be fine!
-
Meanwhile, Kazutora was having a crisis.
"You did what?" Kazutora groaned and dropped his head onto the table. Across from him sat Baji. The boy looked exactly as chaotic as ever. Long black hair tied loosely behind his head, sharp eyes, and an expression that somehow managed to look both confused and amused at the same time. "She confessed to me."
"And?" Impatient as always, baji excepts an answer. "I left." Kazutoras head sinking even further onto the table. Baji stared.
Kazutora stared back. Then Baji smacked the back of his head. "Idiot."
"I panicked!"
"That's not an excuse!" Kazutora buried his face in his hands. Because the worst part was that he did like you a little a lot. He always noticed you at school. The way you greeted teachers. The way you helped classmates. The way you smiled.
And when you had stood there holding that little box of chocolates and confessed.. His brain had completely stopped working.
Nobody confessed to him. Nobody. Girls looked at him. People talked about him. Guys avoided him. But nobody ever walked up and admitted they liked him. Not someone with his reputation. Not someone like him.
So when you did, the only thing he could think was: Really? Me? Then he panicked and fled like an idiot. An absolute idiot.
Baji laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. "You're hopeless, i have to tell the others!"
"Shut up. Don’t you dare!"
"No, seriously, i will. But you need to go talk to her."
Kazutora decided to ignore the first part that Baji said. There are more important matters at hand right now. “And say what?"
"The truth?" Said Baji in a matter of fact way.
Kazutora stared at him.
Baji stared back.
"...Actually, don't listen to me. I don't care about that stuff, go talk to Chifuyu maybe he will borrow you one of his romance mangas." A snort leaving his lips as he said that. As if Kazutora would ever ask Chifuyu for advice.
-
A few days later, Kazutora finally worked up the courage to find you. Unfortunately, his plan was terrible. You were walking home after school when you noticed someone leaning against the fence near the side entrance.
Blond hair.
Tattoo.
Kazutora.
Your heart immediately jumped into your throat. Then you noticed another person standing beside him. A tall boy with long black hair tied back loosely and sharp dark eyes. He looked relaxed, almost bored, one hand shoved into his pocket. You didn't recognize him at all. For a brief moment, both boys looked almost as nervous as you felt. Then the dark-haired boy took one look at Kazutora's face and sighed. "Good luck."
Before either of you could react, he turned around and walked away. Just like that. Leaving the two of you alone. The silence that followed was unbearable. You immediately bowed. "I'm sorry!" Kazutora blinked.
"Huh?"
"For confessing!"
"What?"
"I shouldn't have put you on the spot and maybe the chocolates were weird and-"
"The chocolates weren't weird."
You froze.
"...What?" His ears immediately turned red.
"I mean- I don't know if they were."
You stared.
"I left before taking them."
"Yeah."
"Yeah..” Wonderful. Now somehow it was even more awkward. Kazutora rubbed the back of his neck. "You know..."
You looked up. "I didn't leave because I didn't like you." Your heart skipped.
"You didn't?"
"No." His face somehow turned even redder.
"I left because you're cute." For a second, your brain completely stopped working.
"...What?"
"You are." The words seemed to tumble out after that. Fast. Very fast.
"I mean, obviously you're cute. You're nice and pretty and people like you and I wasn't expecting it and nobody ever confesses to me and then I told Baji and he called me an idiot - which is nit true by the way - and then I wanted to talk to you and-"
He stopped abruptly. Mortified.
You blinked. "...You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yeah."
"...Why?"
Kazutora looked away.
Because apparently looking at you was suddenly impossible. "I wanted to ask you on a date." Silence. Then: "Oh."
"The view from this rooftop I know is really nice." A pause. "It's not a weird rooftop."
Another pause. "It's safe."
You couldn't help it.
You laughed. Is this supposed to be the delinquent everyone talks about?
The sound made him freeze. Not because you were making fun of him. Because you were smiling. And somehow that made him even more nervous. "So..." you said softly, clasping your hands behind your back. "this is your way of asking me out?"
Kazutora groaned. "Yeah."
Your smile widened. "I'd love to."
For a moment, he simply stared.
Then he laughed quietly, relief washing across his face. "Good."
Because honestly? He had been thinking you were cute for months. He had just needed a little time to figure out what to do once somebody finally said they liked him first.
Warnings: None.
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The confession had gone absolutely nothing like you imagined.
For days afterward, you couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time your mind wandered, it drifted right back to that afternoon outside the school gates.
The way your hands had trembled around the little box of chocolate. The way you had practiced your confession over and over in your room. The way your heart had nearly exploded when you finally gathered enough courage to stop him. "Kazutora-kun, I-I like you." Then you had held out the chocolate.
Simple milk chocolate. Nothing fancy.
You had wanted to make them yourself. Really. But every batch had turned out wrong. One had burned. Another had crumbled apart. The last one had somehow ended up on the kitchen floor because your hands wouldn't stop shaking. So in the end, you bought a pretty little box instead.
And Kazutora had just stared. "Huh?" Like his brain had stopped working.
His eyes dropped to the chocolate. Then back to you. "Really?" Before you could even answer, he turned around and left.
Just left. You still remembered standing there with your arm awkwardly stretched out, watching him disappear down the street. The memory made you want to hide forever. Maybe buying the chocolates had been a mistake. Maybe you should have made them yourself. Maybe you weren't his type. Maybe he only liked prettier girls.
Okay that’s enough!
Kazutora Hanemiya was handsome. Everybody knew that. Girls whispered about him all the time. Even if most of them were too intimidated to approach him.
The tattoo. The motorcycle. His reputation as a delinquent. None of it stopped people from looking. So why would he be interested in you?
The thought stung more than you wanted to admit. Still, after a few days, the embarrassment slowly settled into something manageable. It wasn't like you and Kazutora had been close anyway.
Life moved on. Mostly..as long as you keep avoiding him at school, it will be fine!
-
Meanwhile, Kazutora was having a crisis.
"You did what?" Kazutora groaned and dropped his head onto the table. Across from him sat Baji. The older boy looked exactly as chaotic as ever.
Long black hair tied loosely behind his head, sharp eyes, and an expression that somehow managed to look both confused and amused at the same time. "She confessed to me."
"And?" Impatient as always, baji excepts an answer. "I left." Kazutoras head sinking even further onto the table. Baji stared.
Kazutora stared back. Then Baji smacked the back of his head. "Idiot."
"I panicked!"
"That's not an excuse!" Kazutora buried his face in his hands. Because the worst part was that he did like you a little a lot. He always noticed you at school. The way you greeted teachers. The way you helped classmates. The way you smiled.
And when you had stood there holding that little box of chocolates and confessed.. His brain had completely stopped working.
Nobody confessed to him. Nobody. Girls looked at him. People talked about him. Guys avoided him. But nobody ever walked up and admitted they liked him. Not someone with his reputation. Not someone like him. So when you did, the only thing he could think was: Really? Me? Then he panicked and fled like an idiot.
Baji laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. "You're hopeless, i have to tell the guys."
"Shut up. Don’t you dare!"
"No, seriously, i will. But you need to go talk to her." Kazutora decided to ignore the first part that Baji said. There are more important matters at hand right now. “And say what?"
"The truth?" Said Baji in a matter of fact way.
Kazutora stared at him. Baji stared back.
"...Actually, don't listen to me. I don't care about that stuff, go talk to Chifuyu maybe he will borrow you one of his romance manga." A snort leaving his lips as he said that.
As if Kazutora would ever ask Chifuyu for advice.
-
A few days later, Kazutora finally worked up the courage to find you. Unfortunately, his plan was terrible.
You were walking home after school when you noticed someone leaning against the fence near the side entrance.
Blond hair. Tattoo. Kazutora.
Your heart immediately jumped into your throat. Then you noticed another person standing beside him. A tall boy with long black hair tied back loosely and sharp dark eyes. He looked relaxed, almost bored, one hand shoved into his pocket. You didn't recognize him at all.
For a brief moment, both boys looked almost as nervous as you felt. Then the dark-haired boy took one look at Kazutora's face and sighed. "Good luck."
Before either of you could react, he turned around and walked away. Just like that. Leaving the two of you alone. The silence that followed was unbearable. You immediately bowed. "I'm sorry!"
Kazutora blinked. "Huh?" Oh no. Did he forget about it already? Whatever there is no going back now. You just have to talk to him one more time and then hopefully never again.
"For confessing!"
"What?"
"I shouldn't have put you on the spot and maybe the chocolates were weird and-"
"The chocolates weren't weird." You froze. "...What?" His ears immediately turned red. "I mean- I don't know if they were." You stared.
"I left before taking them." He said while clearly trying to avoide eye contact. "Yeah." You answered, not really knowing what to say.
"Yeah..” Wonderful. Now somehow it was even more awkward. Kazutora rubbed the back of his neck. "You know..." You looked up. "I didn't leave because I didn't like you." Your heart skipped.
"You didn't?"
"No." His face somehow turned even redder.
"I left because you're cute." For a second, your brain completely stopped working.
"...What?"
"You are." The words seemed to tumble out after that. Fast. Very fast.
"I mean, obviously you're cute. You're nice and pretty and people like you and I wasn't expecting it and nobody ever confesses to me and then I told Baji and he called me an idiot - which is nit true by the way - and then I wanted to talk to you and-"
He stopped abruptly. Mortified.
You blinked. "...You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yeah."
"...Why?"
Kazutora looked away. Because apparently looking at you was suddenly impossible. "I wanted to ask you on a date." Silence. Then: "Oh."
"The view from this rooftop I know is really nice." A pause. "It's not a weird rooftop."
Another pause. "It's safe."
You couldn't help it. You laughed. Is this supposed to be the delinquent everyone talks about?
The sound made him freeze. Not because you were making fun of him. Because you were smiling. And somehow that made him even more nervous. "So..." you said softly, clasping your hands behind your back. "this is your way of asking me out?"
Kazutora groaned. "Yeah."
Your smile widened. "I'd love to."
For a moment, he simply stared. Then he laughed quietly, relief washing across his face. "Good."
Because honestly? He had been thinking you were cute for months. He had just needed a little time to figure out what to do once somebody finally said they liked him first.
Beyond Watching - Ran Haitani x Stalker! Reader Pt.2
- There was no reason. No trigger. Just a feeling. And that led you to him. Now he's watching you too and he's curious how far you'll go, but he never asked you to stay.
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A not so peaceful night - Tenjiku x sleepwalking/ sleep talking! Reader
- At night, you drift through the house, murmuring as you move in your sleep, and each Tenjiku member watches over you in their own way.
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Summary: Slashed both his motorcycle tires. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Warnings: Slashing tires. Nothing serious.
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If Mikey called at three in the morning, Sanzu answered. If Mikey needed something, Sanzu dropped everything.
If it ever came down to choosing between the two of you. You already knew who he'd pick. And somehow, you had made peace with that. What you couldn't make peace with was everything else.
The lies. The disappearing acts. The lipstick stains that weren't yours. The girls. Always girls. Not because he loved them. Not because they meant anything. That almost made it worse. They were nothing. Disposable. Forgettable.
Just proof that he thought you'd stay no matter what. And for a while, he was right.
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The first tire hissed as the blade sank into it.
A long, satisfying sound. You stared at it for a moment. Then moved to the second one.
The motorcycle tilted slightly when the air escaped. Two tires. That was all it had. Which meant there was nowhere left to go.
Kind of fitting. You crouched beside the bike and looked at your reflection in the dark paint. Months ago, you would've cried.
Begged. Asked what you did wrong. Now? You were just tired. Tired of competing with ghosts. Tired of competing with Mikey.
Tired of competing with random girls whose names Sanzu probably didn't even remember. The second tire collapsed completely. You stood up. Pulled a marker from your pocket. And wrote one sentence across the fuel tank.
"Maybe next time you'll think before you cheat." Then, underneath it: "Mikey can come pick you up."
The phone started ringing before sunrise. You ignored it. The second time too. The third. The fourth. The twentieth. Finally, you answered. "What?" Silence. Then: "You slashed my tires." Not a question. You smiled. "Both of them."
"You wrote on my bike." He said. "Yeah." you replied. A pause. Long enough that you knew he was staring at it. Reading it again. And again. And again.
"Mikey laughed." You blinked. "What?"
"Mikey saw it." A beat. "He laughed." Against your will, a tiny bit of satisfaction warmed your chest. Good.
The amusement didn't last. Because eventually Sanzu stopped talking. Stopped making jokes. And when he spoke again, his voice sounded different. Quieter. "You actually left." You closed your eyes. There it was. The thing he couldn't understand. Not the tires. Not the vandalism. Not even the note. The fact that you were gone. "You cheated."
"It wasn't serious." The words came automatically. Like he'd said them before. Maybe he had. Too many times. You laughed once. Short and bitter. "Exactly."
Silence. Because he finally got it. Not that he was sorry. Not really. But that he'd lost.
He'd spent so long assuming you'd always be there that he'd never considered the possibility that one day you'd simply decide not to be. "You still love me." The statement came quietly. Confidently. Like he already knew the answer. And the worst part was that he was right. You did. You hated that you did. But you did. "Yeah." For the first time all morning, Sanzu sounded relieved.
Until you continued. "But I respect myself more." The relief vanished instantly. The silence afterward felt endless. Because Sanzu Haruchiyo knew exactly what that meant.
Love had kept you there. Respect was what finally made you leave. And unlike his motorcycle tires, that wasn't something he could replace.
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A/n: Got inspo for this, from that song “Before he cheats” I know this song bc of pitch perfect 2. I had a phase were i watched that movie everyday for 1 month in 4th grade. Good movie.
