#draken

A/N: This is a little shitty and short, I’m still trying to get back into the groove of things pls bear with me 💔

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Mikey

- He actually isn’t afraid of spiders, but will scream anyway for fun with you when you spot one.

- Half expects you to do deal with it as he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal.

- But then you make him take one of his nasty flip-flops off and squash it. (I just know his flip-flops STINK)

- Unfortunately you almost pass out from the stench. :(

Draken

- Very nonchalant about it. And he does side eye you for screaming over a teensy spider.

- Type of guy to say ‘it’s more scared of you than you are of it’ and it gets you so annoyed.

“Y’know, you’re bigger than it, and that spider’s more scared of you than you are of it.”

“Apply that logic to grenades then as well.”

- Walks away until you make him come back but he refuses to kill it so he grabs a cup and some paper.

- It’s a-okay until he DROPS IT.

- Thinks you’re overreacting when you make him piggyback you Mikey-style any time you enter the kitchen. But he also starts wearing his slippers more often around the house..

Mitsuya

- Well we all know he’s a sweetheart about everything, so he’ll quite happily take it outside for you.

- He’s done this a million times for his younger sisters, he’s not afraid.

- He even goes the extra mile and searches up ways to ward spiders off for you.

- It’s all fun and games until one of those flying spiders happen to come in one day and you’re both freaking out.

- He does NOT fw them.

Baji

- Will laugh at you at first for being scared of a little spider until you start bickering with him over it.

- Rolls his eyes but he squashes it for your sake anyway.

- But he squashes it with his bare foot.

- “Jeez, why are you so dramatic?”

- “Keisuke, that’s actually VILE.”

- He didn’t want to get his slippers dirty so he does it with his foot which he claims is easier to clean..

- Honestly he doesn’t care. Will act like your fear of them annoys him but he actually doesn’t mind it, and he certainly doesn’t mind the affection you give him after. :)

Pah

- Won’t admit it but he’s a little scared of spiders too so he’ll be hesitant.

- You two also start bickering, until you have a good idea.

- Pochi could kill it!

- Unfortunately Pah would rather kill it himself than let his precious Pochi do that :(

- But he does get rid of it and he does expect extra compensation in kisses since you suggested Pochi kill the spider (how could you).

Chifuyu

- Sees this as his chance to shine and have his shoujo manga moment.

- “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll deal with it!”

- Takes this very seriously, and tries to find out what type of spider it is. It was a long and tedious process.

- He captures the spider under a cup and then goes to the library with him to get an encyclopaedia on spiders and how to identify them so he can deal with it ‘in the most efficient way possible for you.’

- By the time he comes back, the spider has somehow escaped.

Ran

- You wake him up from his sleep so he can get the spider for you and he’s not happy.

- He gets YOUR shoe and tries to smack it but it runs off onto the floor and under the sofa/couch.

- “Look, it’s gone.”

- “Ran!”

- “Let’s just both go back to sleep, the spider is gone now, baby.”

- Much to your dismay he goes back to bed and expects you to go back to sleep with him. (It’s 2 pm)

Rindou

- He’s a little iffy about spiders. He doesn’t like their legs or how fast they can move.

- “Why don’t we both kill it?”

- “Rindou, I can’t do that.”

- He sighs as if he’s doing you a massive favour and grabs a bug spray.

- He would squash it but he doesn’t want to clean up the spider blood that smooshes onto the wall.

- Does expect to get free passes to blast music around the house since you usually don’t let him. And a kiss or two (he wants three).

Sanzu

- Looks at you with the most blank face ever when you ask him to kill it.

- You can’t tell but he actually does care a lot about what you’re afraid of and he’s already making a mental note to research ways to ward them off in the future.

- Grabs the spider with his bare hands and starts to rip its legs off.

- “Sanzu, what the fuck.”

- “It’s scaring you, so I’m dealing with it.”

- He genuinely doesn’t see the problem and throws the legless corpse into a random bin outside.

- Thinks he did a very good job.

Izana

- Thinks you’re stupid to be scared of them, they’re minuscule and mostly harmless.

- He used to have a ‘pet’ spider when he was in the orphanage with Kakucho so he doesn’t care that it’s even there in the first place until you say something.

- Kills it with no qualms and tries to hand you the corpse.

- “Izana, I don’t want it! Go throw it away!”

- “It’s a token of my love.”

Kakucho

- He’s so patient with you and has no complaints about killing a spider for you.

- He’ll listen to pretty much anything you say, so he’s the one to kill any other bugs in the house for you.

- So he does it without question and goes back to whatever he was doing, but with his arm slung over your shoulder.

- “If you want me to do anything else, just lemme know.”

- “Kakucho, you are an angel.”

Kazutora

- He is SO confused on why you’re even afraid of something as tiny as a spider. In his mind they’re harmless and they get all the other little bugs like flies, so why wouldn’t you want to leave the spider?

- Like Draken, he doesn’t kill it and grabs a cup and some paper but complains about it the whole time.

- “I don’t even see why you’re scared, it’s nothing.”

- “Stop being mean, ‘tora!”

- Will stop complaining once he sees it’s bothering you and he’s the one giving kisses after.

- “You forgive me yet?”

- “Already did ‘cause you got the spider.”

Shinichiro

- Sees it as the perfect opportunity to show off his manliness and strength.

- He basically begs you to watch him take the spider out.

- “Honeybun, watch me do it!”

- “I’m watching, Shin..”

- Squashes it with a shoe whilst making eye contact with you.

- “Did you see how I killed that thing?”

- “Yes, I did see.”

- “Did I look strong?”

Same hallway. Same wall. Same posture… arms crossed, back straight, one foot against the wall.

Draken doesn’t look like he belongs in a school hallway. His uniform jacket is open, and he’s wearing sneakers the teachers hate. His tattoo stands out in the sun coming through the windows.

His eyes find you the moment you step out.

“There you are,” he says, relief slipping into his voice “Thought you got locked in again.”

“That happened ONE time!” you remind him.

He smirks “Yeah. And ever since then, I check.”

You walk toward him. He pushes off the wall and stands next to you like you’re leaving together, even though he wasn’t in class and has no reason to be here.

“Skipping again?” you ask.

“I wasn’t skipping,” he lies easily “I was… supervising Mikey.”

“You mean Mikey dragged you to the roof to nap?”

“…No comment.”

You laugh, and Draken’s eyes soften in that quiet way he tries to hide.

He walks with you toward the stairs. His steps match yours without him thinking about it.

“You good today?” he asks “Teacher said you looked pale during math.”

Your face heats “Why did the teacher tell YOU that?”

He shrugs “Because I was standing in the hallway and she knows I listen more than Mikey.”

You cover your mouth to hide a laugh “Wow. High praise.”

Draken’s lips curl “I guess.”

As you both walk down the stairs, he asks quietly, “Did someone bother you today?”

“No,” you say “Why?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His brows pull together, and he looks a little… irritated?

“Some first-years were talking,” he says finally “About you.”

Your stomach flips “Talking how?”

Draken looks straight ahead “Doesn’t matter. I told them to shut up.”

“Draken—”

“What?” He glances at you “They were annoying.”

You try not to smile “You didn’t scare them too much, right?”

“I didn’t touch them.” his voice softens “I just didn’t like how they talked about you.”

Your heart jumps.

You reach the shoe lockers. You kneel to change your shoes, and so does he, even though he didn’t wear school shoes today. He does it anyway, just to crouch next to you.

“You going straight home?” he asks.

“Probably. Why?” you try to sound normal and casual, not like your pulse is going crazy.

He picks at a loose thread on his glove “I was thinking… maybe I could walk you. If you want.”

You look at him. His face is turned away, but you can tell he’s nervous. Draken… nervous. It makes your chest warm.

“Well,” you say softly “If you want to.”

He scoffs “If you want to.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re the one making it complicated.”

You look at each other.

Then—

“DRAKEN! I BOUGHT PAN!” Mikey’s voice explodes across the hall as he runs full-speed toward you, mouth full of bread.

Draken groans “Oh my god—”

Mikey leaps onto Draken’s back, almost knocking him over.

“Eat this!” Mikey tries to shove a half-eaten piece of bread into Draken’s mouth.

“Get off!” Draken barks, grabbing Mikey “And stop feeding me crumbs!”

You laugh, hiding your face as Mikey clings to Draken like a happy child.

Draken looks at you through Mikey’s arms, with an embarrassed, helpless smile he only ever shows you.

“Tomorrow?” he asks over the chaos.

Your smile is small but sure “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

The next day is long and boring. Classes feel heavier because you keep checking your phone. Draken usually waits for you after school.

Your phone buzzes right when the last bell rings.

Draken: I can’t make it today. Toman has a meeting.

Draken: Sorry.

You read the message twice. Your heart sinks a little.

You text back: Is it a dangerous meeting?

He replies fast.

Draken: No. Just talking. Nothing crazy, I promise.

Draken: Don’t worry.

You stare at the screen. You bite your lip.

He tells you not to worry… So, of course, you grab your bag, leave school, and walk straight to the Toman meeting place anyway.

You don’t tell him. It’s not really a surprise, but you also don’t warn him.

The meeting spot is an empty parking lot behind an old building. Motorcycles line the walls. Voices echo inside.

Before you go in, someone steps out.

“Mitsuya?” you call.

He blinks, surprised for a second, then smiles warmly “Oh? Y/N? Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You nod “Um… I came to see Draken. Do you know where he is?”

Mitsuya smirks, amused “Yeah. Come on.” He gestures with his hand in that calm, friendly way of his.

You walk beside him, and the two of you talk easily. Mitsuya is relaxed, chill as always. It feels normal.

But the second you enter the meeting area, the room goes quiet.

Draken sees you.

He stands in the middle of the group, arms crossed, listening to someone talk but the moment you walk in with Mitsuya, he freezes.

His eyes widen just a little. Then they soften. Then they panic, just a bit.

Mitsuya nudges Draken with his elbow and says loudly, “Here’s your boy.”

The whole group explodes.

“Oooooh—”

“Ken-chin, you didn’t tell us!”

“Draken’s girl came to pick him up!”

“Look at him, he’s blushing!”

“I AM NOT!” Draken snaps, ears turning pink anyway.

You cover your face with your hand “Oh my god…”

Draken groans, grabs your wrist gently, and pulls you toward the exit.

“Don’t listen to them,” he mutters under his breath “They’re idiots.”

“They’re funny” you say.

“They’re annoying” he corrects, but he’s smiling a little.

Outside, the air is cooler. Draken stops walking once you’re far enough from the noise.

He looks at you, confused and soft at the same time “Why are you here? I told you I couldn’t walk you today.”

You shrug “Well… you have to walk me home.”

He blinks “I literally just said—”

“But,” you interrupt, “if you’re busy… I brought you something to eat.”

You hold up a small bag of food you bought on the way. He stares at it. Then at you. Then back at the food.

“You… brought me lunch?”

“Yeah,” you say, suddenly shy “You keep missing meals.”

Draken looks down at the bag like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

Then he clears his throat and tries to act cool “Uh… thanks. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to” you say quietly.

That gets him.

His expression changes, it softens in a way you rarely see.

He opens the bag, peeks inside, and his shoulders relax “Taiyaki? You remembered.”

“Of course I remembered.”

He takes a breath, then says, “The meeting’s done anyway. Mikey already ran home.”

“So… you’re free?” you ask.

Draken looks at you for a long moment with a warm, careful, happy look.

“Yeah,” he says “I’m free.”

You smile “Good. Walk me home, then.”

He steps beside you, close enough that your hands almost touch.

“Yeah,” he says again, voice lower this time “I’ll walk you.”

And he does. All the way.

Class ends. People rush out. You pack your things slowly, like always, expecting to see him leaning on the wall outside your classroom door.

But today… He’s not there.

No tall figure. No braid. No soft “There you are.”

Your stomach drops a little.

You pull out your phone to text him while walking down the stairs.

Are you coming?

You don’t send it yet. You reach the bottom of the stairs, turn the corner and you stop. Because he’s there.

Draken stands at the entrance of the building, talking to a girl you’ve never seen before. She’s pretty. She’s smiling up at him. And they’re standing… close.

Your steps freeze for a moment.

You stay where you are, pretending to check your phone, but really you’re watching them. You’re waiting for the conversation to end.

Draken doesn’t look uncomfortable. He doesn’t look happy either. Just stuck, listening politely.

Finally, the girl bows slightly and walks away.

The moment she steps aside, you move forward like nothing happened.

Draken sees you and straightens up “Hey—”

“Who was that?” you ask, eyes following the girl as she leaves the school grounds.

He raises an eyebrow “Jealous?”

You punch his shoulder lightly “Why would I—”  you cut yourself off before you say too much “Why would I be jealous? I was just asking.”

“Sure.” he says, smirking.

You try to walk past him, but he quickly steps to your side and falls into pace with you like he always does.

“I was coming to you,” he says, voice calmer now “Then she stopped me.”

“What did she want?” you ask without looking at him.

He shrugs “Asked me if I’ll ever come back to class. So I guess she’s a classmate? Maybe she’s the class president, I don't know.”

You blink “…You don’t know your class president?”

“I don’t know anyone in class,” he mutters “I don’t go that much.”

Fair enough.

You keep walking, but Draken clears his throat loudly, like he wants to change the topic fast.

“So,” he says suddenly, “Mikey tried to steal a stray cat this morning.”

You give him a look “Draken, that has nothing to do with—”

“He tried to put it in his bag.” Draken continues.

You sigh “Did it scratch him?”

“Yeah. He deserved it.”

You roll your eyes, but inside, the tight feeling in your chest starts to fade. He’s walking close again. He’s talking like he always does. He’s Draken. Your Draken… even if he doesn’t know it.

Still, as you reach the school gate, you can’t help glancing one more time in the direction that girl walked.

Draken notices.

“…Don’t think about her.” he says quietly.

You look up at him.

He stares straight ahead, hands in his pockets, voice low “She doesn’t matter.”

Your heart skips a beat.

You don’t answer but you don’t need to.

He walks you home anyway.

The next day, you notice Draken isn’t waiting for you outside your classroom.

Instead… you spot him at the entrance, talking with the girl again. The same girl. Pretty, confident, laughing at something he says.

You swallow. Your chest tightens, but you do what you’ve done since yesterday.

You wait.

And after that day it becomes every day, the same routine. You wait for the girl to leave, then approach him. You never interrupt. You don’t say anything. You tell yourself it’s fine, he’s Draken, he’s free to talk to whoever he wants, but it still hurts.

Today is no different… until it is.

You notice the girl reaches out and lightly touches his arm. His head tilts slightly, caught off guard, but he doesn’t pull away.

Something inside you snaps.

You walk forward, steady, even though your stomach feels like it’s twisting.

“I’m here,” you say softly but loud enough for them to hear “Sorry I always make you wait for me.”

Draken freezes, looking at you with wide eyes “Huh…?”

The girl glances at you, confused, but you step closer to Draken, gently closing the space between you two.

You turn to her with a polite smile “I’m Y/N.”

She straightens, still smiling, and introduces herself “I’m… uh, Mia.”

You nod once “Are you his classmate?”

Mia hesitates, then nods “Yes… we’re in the same class.”

You tilt your head, curious “Are you the class president?”

Mia frowns, confused “No… why?”

Your eyes flick to Draken for a moment. He’s looking at you, still confused. You glance back at her “Oh… okay. Nice to meet you. I have to go now, excuse me.”

You step past them and start walking away.

Draken doesn’t move.

You stop for a split second, expecting him to fall in step beside you, like he always does. But he doesn’t.

Your chest tightens. You realize, for the first time, that maybe you took it for granted that he would always follow.

You keep walking anyway, forcing your shoulders to stay straight. But inside, it stings more than you expected.

The day after your encounter with Draken and Mia, you head toward the school entrance again, hoping maybe today would be different.

But there they are.

Draken, standing near the gate, talking with Mia. And this time… she’s carrying a bag.

From the way she holds it, you can guess what’s inside. Food. She’s probably asking him to eat together.

You freeze.

Your stomach twists.

Without thinking, you duck behind a pillar, hiding. Your heart beats too fast, your hands tremble slightly.

Mia smiles, showing him the bag “I brought lunch. Want to eat with me?”

Draken looks down at the bag, blinking slowly. He’s quiet for a moment, and you can see him thinking.

He doesn’t say no immediately.

Anger and frustration mix in your chest.

Why didn’t he just say no right away?

You pull out your phone quickly and type a message.

I had to leave earlier. Took my dog to the vet.

It’s a lie. You didn’t even have a dog. But you don’t want to meet him after this. You can’t.

You press send and look at them again.

Draken glances at his screen, his eyes flicking down at it. Then… he looks up toward the spot where you usually wait for him.

Your heart stops.

He doesn’t see you.

Mia laughs softly, tugging at his sleeve. He smiles and nods, and together they start walking away.

You watch them go.

Your chest aches. You were so close to seeing him, to talking to him, to being with him today as you always used to, but instead… he’s leaving with someone else.

You stay hidden for a while, letting the bitterness settle.

When the hallway is empty, when the laughter fades and the noise dies down… you finally step out.

You walk home.

Alone.

Sad.

The kind of sadness that’s quiet and heavy, wrapping around your chest and refusing to let go.

You tell yourself tomorrow will be different, but right now… all you can do is keep walking.

The next morning, you stare at your phone a little too long.

What should I say?

Finally, you type: I’ll hang out with my friends after school today.

It’s a lie. You don’t have plans. You’re not going to meet anyone.

But you need a reason to not see him, to not deal with him and Mia again.

School drags on slower than usual.

You stay in class, pretending to study. Glancing at the clock every few minutes.

Everyone leaves eventually, one by one. The halls empty.

Even Draken and Mia are gone.

You stayed longer than anyone else, waiting, hiding, avoiding. And still… he doesn’t know.

Now, everyday, after school, you find excuses to avoid the entrance. You tell yourself it’s for your own peace, but a small voice in your head whispers that it’s for something else: to avoid seeing him with her again.

You don’t meet him at the stairs. You don’t meet him outside.

You just go home.

What hurts most is not just Mia, not just seeing him with someone else.

It’s that he never asks.

He doesn’t text. He doesn’t check if you’re okay. He doesn’t even notice that your paths no longer cross like they used to.

It’s as if he doesn’t see that you’re gone.

You keep telling yourself he’s busy. That he’s just caught up in Toman things.

But it still stings.

Every step you take toward home feels heavier than the last.

You realize… maybe the hardest part isn’t Mia.

It’s being invisible to him.

It’s break time, and the hallways are crowded with laughing students. You decide to grab a drink from the school vending machine.

You turn the corner… and there he is.

Draken. Standing there, like he’s been waiting for you all along.

Your stomach tightens. You try to walk past him toward the machine.

“Are you finally free today?” he asks, stepping slightly in front of you.

You hesitate, then try again to slip past, but he moves just enough to block you.

You sigh, exasperated “No.”

He raises an eyebrow “No? Then what are you doing that’s keeping you so busy?”

You glance around quickly, desperate for an escape.

Then you spot Chifuyu, talking with some boys, probably classmates of his.

A plan forms in your head.

“Hey, Chifuyu!” you almost yell, walking toward him “Is it okay if we meet five minutes after the bell rings today? I have to talk to a teacher before we go.”

Chifuyu looks confused, but before he can answer, you whisper urgently, “Please help me out… I’ll explain later.”

He nods calmly, understanding immediately “No worries. I’ll wait outside your classroom.”

You smile at him and nod quickly “Thank you! See you later!”

Then you turn back and there’s Draken.

Still staring.

Still standing in the hallway like he hasn’t moved a muscle.

Your heart skips a beat.

You take a deep breath, straighten your shoulders, and walk past him to the vending machine.

You select your drink, press the button, and grab it.

And this time… he doesn’t stop you.

He just watches quietly from the same spot.

You glance up at him, catch his eyes for a second, and see that faint mix of surprise and… something else.

You sip your drink slowly, trying not to let him see how much your chest is still racing.

Draken stays there until you turn away completely, then finally moves.

For now, you’ve won this little standoff.

After the last bell, you pack your bag slowly, waiting for the hallways to empty a little. You step out and there he is.

Chifuyu.

Standing against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking casual but also… kind of worried.

You blink “Didn’t think you’d come for real…”

He smiles lightly “I’m too curious. And it looked like you needed someone to talk with.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding “Yeah… thanks.”

You walk beside him toward the stairs, feeling oddly safe. Chifuyu doesn’t pry. He just follows your pace.

But as you reach the exit you both stop, because you see them.

Draken and Mia, standing at the exact same spot they’ve been for days. She’s talking to him with that soft smile, head tilted, voice sweet. Her hand brushes his arm again, and Draken just… lets her.

Your chest tightens, you feel something drop inside you.

Chifuyu follows your gaze. He notices how Draken isn’t pulling away. He notices how Mia leans toward him like she has the right. He notices how you swallow hard and look away.

“This…” you say quietly, unable to keep the bitterness out of your voice, “…this is the problem.”

Chifuyu nods slowly “Yeah. I see it now.”

You don’t stay another second. You turn around and walk away, your steps fast and sharp. Chifuyu follows you immediately, matching your pace.

But what you don’t see, as you pass by Draken and Mia without stopping, Chifuyu slows down for a single second as he turns his head just enough to look at Draken with an expression that says: “What the hell are you doing, man?”

Draken’s eyes flick from Mia… to you… to Chifuyu’s glare.

Confusion flashes on his face.

But Chifuyu doesn’t wait for him to respond. He quickly catches up to you again, walking at your side as if he’s been doing it forever.

Draken stays behind, frozen for a moment.

And… his chest feels tight. Like something important is slipping through his fingers, and he doesn’t understand why.

When you and Chifuyu finally leave the school grounds, the quiet hits you first. A soft kind of silence. One that makes everything feel heavier… but also somehow safe.

Chifuyu doesn’t rush you. He just walks at your side, hands in pockets, waiting for you to talk.

You take a deep breath.

“I guess… I should explain.” you mumble.

Chifuyu gives a tiny nod “Only if you want to.”

You do want to. So the words start coming out. You tell him everything.

How Draken used to wait for you every day. How the routine made you feel close to him. How Mia suddenly appeared. How he didn’t push her away. How he didn’t even notice you disappearing.

How much it hurts.

Chifuyu listens without interrupting.

When you finish, your throat feels tight.

“I know he’s your friend…” you say quietly “Family, even. And I know you have this Toman moral, or whatever, to follow… loyalty and all that.”

Chifuyu tilts his head a little “Yeah, we do.”

You look at him, eyes serious “Please don’t tell him what I told you. Please. I don’t… want him to know.”

Chifuyu stops walking.

You turn to face him, worried you said something wrong, but he’s just frowning thoughtfully.

“I won’t tell him,” he says “I’ll keep all of it to myself.”

You let out a small breath of relief.

“But,” he adds, “I am gonna give you some advice.”

Chifuyu crosses his arms, looking like some mastermind strategist in a crime drama.

“Okay,” you say, “hit me with it.”

He nods like he’s about to drop ancient wisdom passed down from his ancestors.

“First,” he says seriously, “you should ignore him harder.”

You blink “…What?”

“Yeah,” he continues, completely confident “If ignoring him made him look confused today, imagine if you do it for a whole month. He’ll freak out. Men fear silence.”

“…A month?”

“You wanna make him suffer or not?”

You stare at him, speechless. This boy is supposed to be smart.

He keeps going.

“Second idea,” he says, holding up two fingers, “you should get a fake boyfriend.”

“What? NO.”

“Just hear me out.” He points at himself slowly, like he hasn’t thought this through “I could—”

“No.”

He freezes “You didn’t let me finish.”

“I didn’t need to.”

He squints at you “You’re kinda rude.”

“You’re kinda insane.”

He coughs, offended, and looks away dramatically “Fine. Scrap idea two.”

“Please scrap idea two forever.”

He clears his throat.

“Okay then,” he says, suddenly serious again, “here’s the third plan.”

You brace yourself.

“You should show up tomorrow with a giant lunchbox and give it to someone else.”

You stare at him.

“Like… who?”

He shrugs “I dunno. Mitsuya? Takemichi? A kid? Anyone.”

You raise a brow “And that helps how? It’s just like idea two…”

Chifuyu nods confidently “Trust me.”

“I don’t…”

“If Draken sees you giving food to someone else, he’ll be like, ‘Why isn’t she giving me food?’ And then—bam—he realizes he likes you.”

You let out a long exhale “So your plan is… starving Draken until he understands his feelings?”

Chifuyu blinks “…Basically, yes.”

“…wow.”

“What?”

“I thought you were smart.”

Chifuyu places a hand dramatically on his chest “I am smart!”

“Then why are your ideas so stupid?!”

He gasps “They’re not stupid. They’re creative.”

“They’re dumb.”

“They’re effective.”

“They’re DUMB.”

Chifuyu pouts like a kicked puppy, but only for a second. Then his expression softens.

“Look,” he says quietly “All jokes aside… I get it. It hurts. Seeing someone you like with someone else hurts like hell.”

You drop your gaze a little.

“But,” he continues, “Draken isn’t doing it on purpose. He’s an idiot, not evil.”

“…I know.”

“And he’s definitely not over you.” Chifuyu adds “I saw his face when he watched you leave earlier. He looked… lost.”

Your heart stutters.

“You think so?” you ask quietly.

Chifuyu nods “Yeah. And if he doesn’t get his head straight soon… I’ll kick his ass.”

You snort “Please don’t. He’s too tall for you.”

“Fine. I’ll kick his shins.” He smirks “He can’t block those.”

You laugh, small but real, the first one in days.

Chifuyu smiles too.

Then he nudges your arm lightly “No matter what, you’re not alone, okay? Don’t carry this by yourself.”

You nod softly.

And for the first time in a while… you feel like you can breathe.

The next day is Saturday, so school is closed. Still, you wake up early, because you have something to do.

Or… someone to thank.

You remember everything Chifuyu did yesterday… listening, staying with you, making you laugh even with his terrible plans. He didn’t judge you. He didn’t push you. He didn’t betray your trust.

So you prepare a small lunch box for him, and grab a manga volume you know he’s been looking for. Then you head to the place Toman usually meets on weekends.

The moment you enter, you feel dozens of eyes on you.

You sigh.

“Great,” you whisper to yourself, “middle school fangirls energy again…”

Chifuyu is the first to notice you “Y/N? What are you—?”

You hold out the food and manga to him “This is to thank you. For yesterday.”

He blinks, surprised “Seriously? This is for me?”

“Yes,” you say, smiling “You deserve it.”

Behind you, Draken sees everything.

He doesn’t get jealous. He knows Chifuyu wouldn’t cross that line with you, and not with him.

And that’s exactly why Draken’s stomach knots up.

Because if you’re going to Chifuyu instead of him… then something is really wrong.

Something he hasn’t noticed. Something he should’ve noticed.

He watches you quietly, jaw tight.

Chifuyu pulls you a little closer and whispers, “So you went with the fake boyfriend idea?”

“NO!” you yell, exhausted by his nonsense.

Chifuyu bursts out laughing, holding his stomach. Even some of the captains look over, confused.

Then he stops laughing, leans slightly, and whispers again “Anyway… he’s staring.”

You don’t need to look to know who he means.

“Everyone here stares…” you mutter “Every time I walk in here it’s like walking into a room full of middle school fangirls.”

Chifuyu snorts “Except the fangirls have tattoos and bikes.”

“Exactly.”

You straighten your bag and step back.

“I’m leaving,” you say.

“This…” you hand him another bag “…these are sweets for everyone. Give it to them.”

Chifuyu looks at the bag “For… everyone?”

“As an apology,” you say, shrugging “For making you go against Toman morals yesterday, or whatever you call that.” Your smile softens “So, thank you again.”

You wink at him in a funny friendly way and so you turn, wave at the others, including Draken, and walk out.

Behind you, the captains gather around Chifuyu like excited crows.

“You got sweets?”

“She made that for us?”

“Aww damn she’s so nice.”

“You got more than us… you lucky bastard—”

But Draken isn’t interested in the sweets. He just watches you walk away, his expression unreadable.

Something in his chest tightens painfully.

Because… you’re not looking at him. You’re not smiling at him. You’re not talking to him.

And you didn’t even come here for him.

His fingers curl into fists.

Mia’s face flashes in his mind… and suddenly it feels wrong. Stupid. Pointless.

And he realizes something he should’ve seen from the start: He’s losing you.

Not to another guy. Not even to Chifuyu.

He’s losing you because he wasn’t there when you needed him.

And now… He doesn’t know how to get you back.

Monday feels heavier than usual.

You walk through the school gates with your headphones on, determined to ignore everything, especially your own feelings. You head toward your classroom, hoping to slip in unseen, unchanged, unnoticed.

But of course… nothing goes the way you want lately.

You turn the corner and nearly bump straight into Draken.

He stands there like he’s been waiting, like he knew exactly where you’d be.

Your heart jumps, but you keep your face neutral.

“…Morning.” you mutter, stepping aside.

He opens his mouth, clearly about to say something, but before he even gets the chance…

“Draken-kun~~~~!”

Mia.

You don’t even turn toward her voice, you just close your eyes for a second, breathe out slowly, and try not to groan.

She appears beside him like a glittery shadow, grabbing his sleeve, smiling up at him like she’s the main character.

“Did you wait for me? We should walk to class toge—”

“No.” Draken says immediately, tugging his arm free.

You almost look at him for that.

Almost.

But then Mia notices you and her smile tightens “Oh. You’re here too.”

“Unfortunately…” you say, monotone “Don’t mind me.”

You start walking again. You don’t have the energy to deal with her, and honestly, you don’t want to deal with him either. If he doesn’t dislike her company, then who are you to interfere?

Behind you, Mia giggles nervously and clings to his arm again “Draken-kun, don’t go after her again. She’s been so weird lately, maybe give her some space.”

Draken pulls his arm away so sharply that even Mia stops talking. And when you glance back, his eyes are on you, not her.

They follow you with a frustration that could crack cement.

You keep walking. You’re almost at the staircase when you hear “Y/N.”

You pretend you didn’t.

“Y/N.”

You walk faster.

“Y/N!”

His voice is sharper this time, and you stop, mostly because everyone in the hallway is staring now.

Slowly, you turn around.

He’s right behind you, breathing hard like he’s been holding everything in for days. People watch the two of you with wide eyes, whispering. Even Mia freezes a few steps back, her expression uncertain.

“Why…” Draken says, jaw tight, “…are you avoiding me?”

You fold your arms “I’m not.”

“Bullshit.”

Your eyes widen slightly, Draken doesn’t snap. He doesn’t raise his voice. Not at you.

“Every time I try to talk to you,” he continues, stepping closer, “you disappear. You leave. You act like I’m not even here. Like I did something but you won’t tell me what.”

His voice isn’t angry. It’s strained. Thinner than usual. Almost… hurt.

You swallow.

Behind him, Mia looks stunned, like she never expected him to chase after anyone, let alone you.

“I—” you start.

But he cuts in.

“And yesterday,” he says, “you came to the meeting… for Chifuyu.”

People murmur at that.

Chifuyu, who is also in the hallway, flinches like he wasn’t prepared to be mentioned.

Draken’s eyes stay locked on yours.

“You waved but you didn’t even look at me.” he says quietly “Not once.”

Your lips part. You want to say something… anything, but your mind goes blank.

He steps even closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear “Just tell me what I did.”

You tense.

“I can’t fix it if you won’t talk to me,” he says “I’m not a damn mind reader.”

His words hit you harder than you expect. Because up until now, he looked calm… annoyed, maybe, or confused, but now he looks desperate.

That’s what makes you freeze, and he sees it, and something inside him finally snaps.

“Y/N…” he breathes, “just stop running away from me.”

The hallway is silent.

Even your heartbeat seems loud.

This is the first time Draken has ever raised his voice because of you. The first time he’s ever chased you. The first time he’s ever looked at you like losing you is something he genuinely fears.

And it leaves you speechless.

Because the one thing you promised yourself was to not make things complicated.

And here he is… making it impossible.

For a moment, no one moves.

The hallway is frozen, like every student simultaneously forgot how to breathe. You included.

Mia is the first to sputter back to life “D-Draken-kun… why are you— this isn’t— she’s obviously just—”

Her voice shakes, but she pushes forward anyway “You shouldn’t let her talk to you like that. I mean, she’s the one who’s been acting weird, so if she doesn’t want to talk—”

“Mia.” Draken doesn’t look at her. Doesn’t even blink in her direction.

His tone is flat and dead cold.

Every student nearby shivers like someone opened a freezer door.

She forces a laugh “I’m just saying! I mean… you don’t need to go after her. I’m right here, I—”

“I said,” Draken repeats, jaw clenching, “Mia.”

Finally, slowly, he turns his head.

You’ve never seen him look at anyone like that.

Not with anger or irritation, just complete, sharp, merciless clarity “You need to stop.”

The hallway gasps again.

Mia’s smile falters “Stop… what…?”

“Talking.”

Her face goes pale.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he continues, tone low but cutting straight through the noise “You don’t know what’s going on. And right now, you’re making it worse.”

Your breath catches.

He isn’t defending Mia.

He isn’t protecting her feelings.

He’s defending you.

In front of the whole hallway.

And Mia finally steps back.

A few students whisper…

You feel your throat tighten.

Everything is too loud and too quiet at the same time. You want to move but your legs feel rooted.

Then Draken turns back to you and the moment your eyes meet, something in his expression softens, enough that only you see it.

“Come here” he says.

Not a command but a request presented with a sense of exasperation.

You still can’t move.

So he moves instead.

He reaches out, carefully, and takes your hand. Fingers sliding between yours like he’s done it a thousand times, even though he never has.

The hallway collectively stops breathing.

Mia’s jaw drops. Chifuyu’s eyes nearly fall out of his skull but he smiles. Someone actually squeaks.

But Draken doesn’t care.

His grip is warm, steady, desperate in a way he won’t admit aloud.

“Let’s talk,” he says, voice quieter now “Not here.”

You nod before you can think.

He pulls you gently, guiding you, like he’s afraid if he lets go, you’ll bolt again.

Down the hallway. Up the stairs. And then the rooftop door squeaks open.

The cold air hits you instantly and wakes up all your nerves.

Draken lets go of your hand only when he closes the door behind you… and locks it.

You stare at him.

He runs a hand through his hair, pacing like he’s trying to untangle every knot in his brain.

And then he stops in front of you.

“For real,” he says, voice low and heavy, “just tell me why you’re avoiding me.”

Your stomach knots.

He waits.

For once, he doesn’t try to guess. Doesn’t make assumptions. Doesn’t try to fix it with some blunt sentence.

He just waits for you, but your voice doesn’t come out, so he continues.

“Every day,” he says quietly, eyes on yours, “I look for you. I wait for you. I check my phone. And you’re just… gone.”

You inhale sharply.

He steps closer.

“And you let Chifuyu help you.” There’s something almost wounded in that tone “You always come to me. Always. So what changed?”

Your heart twists.

He exhales, frustrated.

“Did I do something? Did I piss you off? Did I—” He cuts himself off. His jaw clenches. His shoulders rise with a breath he holds like he’s bracing for impact “…Did I make you feel like you’re not important to me?”

The wind stings your eyes, this is the first time you’ve ever heard his voice shake.

He runs a hand down his face.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters “I don’t know how to fix something when you won’t even look at me.”

You swallow hard.

Your eyes sting again.

The weight of everything… all the days of avoidance, the lies, the jealousy, the hurt… presses on your ribs until you can barely breathe.

He notices.

His expression softens again, that same softness he hides from everyone.

“Y/N,” he says gently, stepping closer still, “I’m right here. Just tell me what I did.”

Silence.

You can feel every emotion you've buried threatening to break through your chest.

And Draken waits, eyes locked on yours, like your answer is the only thing that matters in the world right now.

You look away first, your heart is pounding everywhere, in your throat, in your ribs, in your fingertips.

“I’m fine.” you whisper.

Lie.

A weak one.

But it’s the only thing you manage to push out.

Draken’s jaw tightens “Try again.”

You swallow “I’m just busy—”

“Y/N.”

Your name sounds like a warning. Not angry… just impossible to lie to.

He steps closer. You take half a step back.

He notices.

His voice drops even lower “…Why are you moving away from me?”

Your chest aches.

You force out another lie, even though your voice cracks, “I’m not—”

“Stop.” he isn’t yelling, but his voice hits you like a punch “Just stop.”

Your breath shakes.

He takes your chin gently to guide your eyes back to his.

And you break a little more because of it.

“Look at me” he says quietly.

You do, even though it hurts.

He searches your face like he’s reading every thought you’re trying to bury.

Then he exhales, slow and frustrated “Why won’t you trust me with whatever’s going on?”

You feel the pressure in your throat, the sting behind your eyes and the fear of saying something that hurts worse.

So you go for another lie “Really, Draken, it’s nothing…”

And that’s when his calm snaps.

“Nothing?!” His voice rises, raw and sharp “You disappear. You avoid me. You act like seeing me is some kind of problem. You don’t talk. You don’t text. And you think that’s nothing?!”

The wind steals the air from your lungs.

You whisper, “It’s not your fault…”

“That doesn’t make it better!” he shoots back “Because if it’s not my fault, then what? You just don’t want me around anymore?”

You flinch and say nothing.

His voice softens instantly, his anger turning into fear “…Is that it?”

Your eyes widen “No! No, it’s not— I didn’t—”

“Then what?!” he pushes “What could possibly make you think you have to run away from me?”

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. You know you can’t lie anymore.

Your voice finally cracks “Because you didn’t need me anymore.”

His entire expression freezes.

Your breath shakes.

“You had Mia,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady, failing miserably “You didn’t wait for me. You didn’t come find me. You didn’t even notice I wasn’t there anymore. You just… let her take up all your time.”

Draken blinks, stunned.

“And I know it’s stupid,” you continue, wiping your eyes with your sleeve “And maybe I’m dramatic or whatever, but every time I saw her with you… every time I saw you let her talk to you, or let her touch you, or that you didn’t meet me because she stopped you—”

Your voice breaks “I felt like I didn’t matter.”

He stares at you like someone just knocked the world out from under him “…Y/N.”

You shake your head, backing up again “I didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t want to get in the way. And I didn’t want to be the clingy girl who gets jealous and ruins everything…”

“Ruins what?” Draken snaps, stepping toward you “You think you could ruin anything?”

Your throat tightens.

He continues, voice rough with disbelief, “You think you being upset is annoying to me? You think I wouldn’t choose hearing your stupid jealousy over dealing with that girl for ten minutes?!”

You blink. He’s breathing hard now.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he asks, voice dropping “Why didn’t you just tell me you felt like that?”

“Because it’s embarrassing,” you choke out “And I didn’t want you to laugh or think I’m ridiculous—”

“Have I ever laughed at you?” he says, hurt “Ever?”

You lower your gaze.

Silence.

Then he steps closer and takes both your hands in his big, warm, trembling ones.

He lifts your hands to his chest, pressing them over his heartbeat like he wants you to feel it.

“You matter to me,” he says quietly “More than anyone.”

Your breath stops.

“And it scares me that you didn’t know that.”

Your knees almost give out.

He continues before you can talk “I didn’t shut Mia down fast enough because I didn’t expect her to act like that. I didn’t ignore you on purpose. I didn’t stop waiting for you. I just… I messed up. I didn’t realize how it looked. I didn’t think you’d ever think you weren’t important to me.”

Your heart twists painfully.

“And the fact that you did think that?” his voice cracks “That hurts more than you hiding from me all this time.”

You open your mouth, but he shakes his head slightly and steps even closer, forehead almost touching yours.

“Y/N,” he breathes, “I’m angry because I care. I’m angry because you didn’t come to me. I’m angry because you thought I wouldn’t choose you.”

Your lips part.

Then he finally confesses, “I like you,” he murmurs “Way more than I should. Way more than I know how to handle. And watching you walk away from me every day felt like someone was ripping something out of my chest.”

Your eyes burn.

You whisper, “You… you like me?”

He huffs a laugh… frustrated, breathless, unfairly soft “I thought it was obvious.”

“It wasn’t!”

“Well it is now,” he mutters, cheeks slightly pink “And I’m not letting you run away again.”

He lifts one hand, wiping your cheek with his thumb.

“Your turn,” he says gently “Say it back.”

Your breath catches.

“I like you…” you whisper.

“Louder.”

“I like you, Draken.”

He closes his eyes for a second, like he needed to hear it, like he’s been waiting forever.

Then he leans his forehead against yours and whispers “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”

Your breath is still uneven. Your cheeks are still wet. Your heart is beating so hard you’re sure he can feel it through your joined hands.

Draken’s forehead is still resting against yours, his fingers warm on your cheek, his other hand still clutching yours like he’s terrified you’ll vanish again.

Neither of you speak.

The confession hangs between you… hot, heavy, impossible to ignore.

Then you notice the way his gaze drops.

Slowly. Almost shy. From your eyes… to your lips.

Your stomach flips so hard you almost lose balance.

He sees your reaction. His thumb brushes your cheekbone again, gentler this time, like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

“Y/N.” he murmurs.

You look up.

His voice drops even lower, like the words are almost too dangerous to say out loud “Can I…?” he doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to.

Your fingers tighten around his shirt.

And that tiny movement, that little pull, is all he needs.

He leans in slowly at first, giving you every second to stop him if you want to, but you don’t.

Your breath mixes with his. Your hands slide up to his chest, then to the sides of his jacket. His nose brushes yours and your eyes flutter shut and then he kisses you.

It’s not rough. Not rushed. Not anything like the Draken everyone else sees.

It’s soft. Warm. Careful in a way that makes your heart burst open.

His lips move slowly against yours, almost hesitant, like he’s afraid to hurt you or take too much. His hand cups the back of your head, steady and protective, and he pulls you in with a gentle firmness that feels like: I finally have you and I’m not losing you again.

You make a tiny sound and he reacts immediately, kissing you deeper, pulling you closer, pressing his forehead to yours between breaths.

Your hands climb up to his neck, fingers brushing the shaved side of his head, and he shivers.

“Careful…” he murmurs against your lips, voice rough, “If you do that, I won’t want to stop.”

You smile, breathless, and pull him back in.

He soft sighs into your mouth and kisses you again, slower this time, like he wants to memorise every second.

Time stops.

Only when you finally pull away for air does he open his eyes, and he looks wrecked. Good wrecked. Like one more kiss might actually kill him in the best way.

He touches your face again with both hands this time, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and he whispers “…Don’t ever walk away from me like that again.”

Your voice is soft but sure “I won’t.”

He nods slightly, forehead touching yours again.

“Good,” he exhales, like a promise, “because I’m not letting anyone else have you.”

Then he kisses you again, slower and softer, like he has all the time in the world.

Draken walks you back down the stairs, one hand still holding yours like he’s afraid you’ll fade if he lets go.

At the classroom door, he squeezes your hand once.

“I’ll be here when class ends” he says quietly.

You smile “Okay.”

He hesitates for a second, then leans in and whispers against your ear “Don’t run away again. Please.”

Your cheeks burn. You nod fast. He smirks and lets you go.

The second the bell rings, your heart jumps.

You check your hair in your phone reflection (twice), shove your books into your bag (messily), and speed-walk out the door.

Draken is right there, leaning casually against the wall, talking with Chifuyu and Takemichi.

He looks up the second he hears your steps and he softens, with a tiny, private smile only for you.

You walk toward them quietly so you don’t interrupt, but Chifuyu sees you first.

“Oh! Y/N!” he grins, waving way too dramatically “Draken told us the good news!”

You blink “The… good news?”

Takemichi nods excitedly, almost sparkling “A-Ah— congratulations! Really! I’m glad!”

Then Chifuyu throws his arm around Draken’s shoulder and announces “Now you don’t need me to pretend to be your boyfriend anymore!”

Your jaw DROPS.

Draken chokes on his own breath.

Takemichi turns red.

You punch Chifuyu’s shoulder… not softly “CHIFUYU! I never wanted that! Your ideas are stupid!”

Takemichi bursts out laughing like that was the most correct sentence he ever heard.

Even Draken is smiling… an amused, fond smile he tries to hide behind his hand.

Chifuyu rubs his shoulder “Owww! Okay okay, but you did come to me for emotional support, so I still win.”

You glare. He grins.

Then Chifuyu nudges Takemichi “Come on. Let’s give them space.”

Takemichi nods and they both walk off, whispering and giggling like middle-schoolers.

Leaving you and Draken alone.

Draken doesn’t waste a second.

He reaches for your hand gently and starts walking with you toward the gates.

“Let’s go,” he says, voice low and warm “Before someone else interrupts.”

You smile and squeeze his fingers.

But as soon as you step outside the main doors…

She’s there.

Mia.

Standing stiff, holding a notebook to her chest, eyes locked on Draken like she’s been waiting forever.

Her smile dies the moment she sees your joined hands.

“Draken-kun,” she says softly, voice trembling, “can we… talk?”

Draken stops walking.

You slowly try to pull your hand away, but he tightens his grip immediately. He won’t let go.

Mia’s eyes flick to your hands again, then she forces a small smile “I didn’t know you were… with Y/N-san. You didn’t tell me anything, so I kept thinking—”

“Mia,” Draken cuts her off, his tone is calm, but firm “We need to clear something up.”

She stiffens.

He steps a little in front of you, not to hide you, but to shield you from whatever she might say.

“I should’ve said something earlier,” he admits “But I wasn’t interested. Not in the way you thought.”

Her fingers tighten on her notebook.

“But… you always let me talk to you. You walked with me. I thought that meant—”

“I was being polite,” he says gently “Too polite, maybe. I didn’t realise I was giving you the wrong idea.”

You feel him squeeze your hand again, like he wants you to know he means every word.

Mia bites her lip “Then… why her? What does she have that I—”

“It’s not a competition,” Draken says immediately “But she’s the one I want.”

Your heart stops.

Mia’s face falls, a tiny crack in her expression, and she looks down at her shoes.

“Oh…” she whispers.

She swallows hard. Her shoulders slump.

“I didn’t know,” she says “I… I thought maybe if I tried harder, you’d see me.”

You feel a pang of sympathy, because she looks genuinely hurt, not angry.

Draken softens his tone just a bit “I’m sorry for not being clear earlier.”

Mia nods slowly “I understand.”

She bows slightly to both of you, even though her eyes are watery.

“Good luck.” she says quietly.

Then she turns and walks away.

Slow. Sad.

You watch her go, feeling strange and heavy.

Draken waits until she’s completely out of sight before he turns back to you.

He brushes his thumb over your knuckles.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You nod. Then you whisper the truth “I’m happier than I’ve been in weeks.”

He leans in, his forehead touching yours again, voice low enough that only you can hear “Good. Because I meant it, I’m not letting you go again.”

Then he kisses your temple and pulls you closer as he walks you home.

EPILOGUE — Mikey Finds Out

Mikey is sitting on the hood of his bike, legs swinging, chewing on a dorayaki like it’s the most important task of the day.

He looks up the second Draken approaches.

“Yo. You’re late.” Mikey says with his mouth full.

Draken crosses his arms, expression somewhere between tired and strangely… peaceful “I had to talk to someone.”

Mikey narrows his eyes like this is suspicious enough to require immediate interrogation “...Who? And why does your face look like you won a fight and lost one at the same time?”

Draken sighs “I didn’t fight anyone.”

“Lame.”

A pause. Draken stares at him, then finally just says it because there’s no point dragging it out with Mikey “It’s about her.”

Mikey stops chewing.

Blink.

Blink blink.

“…Y/N? The girl you always get weird about?”

Draken turns away, rubbing his neck “I don’t ‘get weird.’”

“Bro, you literally do.” Mikey replies without hesitation.

For a moment Draken doesn’t answer. Mikey watches him carefully now, the way only someone who’s known him practically forever can.

And then Draken says it, soft but firm “She’s my girlfriend now.”

Mikey freezes. His eyes go blank like someone pulled the plug from his brain. Draken waits. Mikey continues to freeze. Draken waits more.

“…Mikey?”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!?!?!?”

He explodes like a firecracker, falling off the bike hood with a loud thud. Draken’s entire soul leaves his body out of embarrassment.

“You WHAT?! WHEN?! HOW?! WHY WASN’T I INFORMED?!” Mikey shouts from the ground, arms flailing like a dramatic sea creature.

“I don’t need to announce my relationship statuses!” Draken shoots back.

“Yes you do!! I’m the leader!! That means I should be told EVERYTHING!” Mikey insists, climbing back up like he’s scaling a mountain.

Draken snorts “It literally doesn’t.”

Mikey ignores him completely, stepping uncomfortably close to peer up at his face “You like her that much?”

Draken’s chest tightens, but he nods “Yeah. I do.”

Mikey’s expression softens instantly, the switch from chaos goblin to earnest friend so abrupt it’s emotional whiplash.

“Good,” he says simply “You deserve someone who looks at you the way you look at her.”

Draken looks away, ears pink “Shut up.”

Mikey grins “Nope! Also, you need to go on a double date with Takemichi and his girl. Immediately.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Draken groans “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re in love.” Mikey sings.

But eventually he stops and nudges Draken’s arm lightly, voice warm and sincere “I’m happy for you. Really.”

Draken lets out a long breath “…Thanks, Mikey.”

Mikey smirks “Now tell me everything. Every detail. I want the whole story. Start with the rooftop. Takemichi and Chifuyu told me there was yelling.”

Draken glares “You knew…”

his pace is steady and purposeful. every thrust is controlled, like he’s pushing his cum deeper with each stroke. like he wants to ruin you from the inside out. and maybe he does. maybe that’s the point.

you moan his name, your fingers digging into the sheets, and manjiro groans in return, the sound low and guttural. his forehead presses to yours, sweat beading at his temple, his breath shaky.

“gonna fill you up,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your mouth. “make sure it takes.”

your walls flutter around him at the words— at the promise in them— and that’s all it takes. 

manjiro snarls, hips snapping forward one last time as he cums deep inside you once again, burying himself to the hilt. 

he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even think about it. he just holds you there— pressed full, pinned open, panting against your skin— and grinds. small, slow, filthy rolls of his hips that have you seeing stars. 

you blink to clear your vision, lifting your head to the best of your ability, and glancing down where your bodies connect. above it, your stomach is bloated, filled with his loads that never seem to end. 

"look at that," he murmurs, onyx eyes following your line of sight. "gonna look so pretty all swollen with my baby.”

☆ track #2: ken ryuuguji 　— feat. size difference

you don’t stand a chance against him.

not when ken decides he wants you. not when his hands are twice the size of yours and wrapped tight around your hips, dragging you into him like you weigh nothing at all. you try to brace yourself against his chest, but it’s useless— his body is a wall of corded muscle intent on pinning you down.

“c’mon, baby,” ken says, his voice low and unbothered, like he’s not already manhandling you into whatever position he wants. “you know i got you.”

and he does. he always does.

you’re on your stomach one second and flipped over flat on your back the next, your head spinning with how easily he moves you— how eagerly he manhandles you, like it turns him on just knowing he can.

“you’re so small,” he groans, crowding over you, spreading your legs wider with his thighs and pinning your wrists above your head with one massive hand. “feels like you’re gonna break.”

your breath stutters when he thrusts his hips forward, his thick cock heavy against your pussy, not even inside yet and it’s already too much. the stretch is going to ruin you and he hasn’t even started.

“you like that, huh?” he murmurs, his mouth dragging down your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your pebbled skin. “like being tossed around a little?”

you whimper beneath him, and he laughs breathlessly. “don’t worry, sweetheart,” ken reassures you, “i’ll make it fit.”

he does— slowly, deliberately, inch by inch until your back arches off the bed and your hands twist helplessly in his grip. he’s huge, stretching you open with a kind of patience that only makes it worse, like he wants you to feel every second of it.

“shit— you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he grits out, jaw clenched as he bottoms out. “too much?”

before you can even begin to formulate a response, he smirks, rising back up only to whisper in your ear. “nah, you can take it. you always do.”

☆ track #3: chifuyu matsuno 　— feat. body worship

"you're so pretty, baby.” chifuyu murmurs the sentiment against your lips, whispers it so sweetly your teeth start to ache. 

he always makes you feel like this— adored, loved, cherished. like he’s memorizing every inch of you, cataloguing every breath you take. his hands are warm where they cradle your cheeks, his thumbs brushing along your jaw as if the shape of you alone deserves reverence.

“you don’t even know,” he continues, his voice low, almost awestruck. “how could you? you don’t see what i see.”

he kisses you again, slower this time, his fingers drifting lower, skimming your collarbone, ghosting over your ribs. his lips follow, pressing kisses to the hollow of your throat, the curve of your shoulder, the swell of your chest as it rises and falls with shallow breaths.

“fuyu..” you say his name like it’s the only thing tethering you to the moment. like if you didn’t, you might just float away.

he hums in response, his mouth continuing its descent until it hovers right below your navel. “you’re perfect. every part of you.”

his gaze flicks back up, and for a beat, he just looks at you— green eyes sparkling like you’re the answer to every question he’s never known how to ask. he presses a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh, slow and deliberate. then, another. and another.

each one is a vow. a promise bestowed by his mouth, not in words, but in worship. a promise that he’ll never treat you like anything less than a goddess.

his hands are gentle as they roam— fingertips delicately skimming up your sides as though he’s afraid to ask too much of you, to take too much. everything about him in this moment is patient. devoted. he shifts between your legs, his breath hot against your skin, and when he finally kisses your slick folds, you gasp, your body arching instinctively.

“just relax for me,” he murmurs, “let me take care of you.”

his tongue follows the path his kisses paved, slow and purposeful, like he’s learning you all over again. and maybe he is— each sigh you give him, every tremble of your thighs, becomes something sacred to him. 

he groans softly against you when you moan his name again, his hands firm at your hips to keep you steady. you’re dizzy with it— his praise, his mouth, the intensity of it all.

“you have no idea,” he breathes between strokes of his tongue, “how much i love you like this. how good you are. how beautiful.”

and when your fingers tangle in his hair and your voice breaks apart on his name, he closes his eyes, drinks in the sound, and smiles— like he’s the lucky one. like worshiping you is a privilege he’ll never take for granted.

☆ track #4: kazutora hanemiya 　— feat. dubcon / somnophilia

you’re asleep when it starts.

soft breaths, slow and steady, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm beneath the sheets. you don’t stir when the mattress dips or when warm hands slip beneath the blanket, careful not to wake you.

kazutora watches you in the dark, golden eyes lit with something dangerous. you’re so peaceful like this— unguarded, trusting. it breaks something open in his chest that never healed right in the first place.

he brushes your hair back, the pads of his thumbs ghosting over your cheek, your mouth, your throat. he’s already hard, already aching, and the sound you make when you shift in your sleep nearly ruins him right then and there.

“shhhh,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. “i won’t even put it inside.”

he’s careful when he pulls out his cock. ever so cautious as he feeds it between your plush thighs, his brow furrowing at the warmth radiating off your sweet pussy above it. you’re soft and warm and pliant around him as he grinds forward, his cock sliding along the slick heat.

he groans quietly, low in his throat, as he ruts against you. your skin is wet where his tip catches, slick with his arousal, but he doesn’t fuck you. not yet. not when you’re asleep. he told himself he wouldn’t.

but your thighs— fuck, they’re enough.

“feels so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth grazing your shoulder. “feels like you want this. like you’ve been waiting for me.”

you shift again, muttering something half-coherent in your sleep. your head tilts toward him, and god— it makes him twitch between your legs, his hips stuttering as he fucks the space between your thighs like an animal in heat.

his hand moves to your waist, holding you flush against him as he grinds deeper, quicker, more desperately.

“i’ll be gentle,” he promises, his voice rough, lips dragging over your neck. “i’ll take care of you when you wake up. i’ll make it so fucking good, you’ll beg me to do it again.”

but for now— he fucks your thighs like they’re your cunt, burying his moans in your skin as if confessing them out loud would make him unworthy.

his rhythm falters, his cock twitching as he thrusts forward one last time, and when he cums, it’s with a choked gasp, his jaw falling ajar, cum spilling across your skin— sticky and warm between your thighs.

“mine,” he pants against your skin, “you’re mine forever.”

☆ track #5: keisuke baji 　— feat. pet play

you can feel his stare before you hear him move. it’s heavy. possessive. the kind of look that settles deep under your skin and stays there, molten hot and aching. 

you’re already kneeling when keisuke rises to his feet— waiting, just like he told you to. the collar he clasped around your throat earlier gleams in the low light, leather snug against your skin, the metal ring at the front catching his eye.

“fuck,” he breathes, his voice thick with approval. “look at you, kitten.”

your chin lifts as you look up at him through your lashes, lips parted, eyes soft. and the way he grins— crooked, hungry, proud— makes your heart pound in your chest. 

he stalks toward you slowly, like a predator savoring its kill. one hand reaches for the leash he left coiled on the nightstand, and when he clips it to the ring of your collar, the sound of metal meeting metal makes something inside you clench tight.

“there she is,” he murmurs, fingers brushing the side of your neck before curling around the leash, giving it a tug. “my good fuckin’ girl.”

the praise burns through you, your thighs pressing together as you sit a little straighter. keisuke crouches in front of you, the leash still wrapped around his hand, and tilts your chin up until there’s nowhere left to look but him. his bronze eyes shine with something primal, something possessive.

“yours,” you whisper back, because you know that’s what he wants to hear. what he needs to hear.

“damn right,” he growls, crashing his mouth against yours. the kiss is all teeth and hunger, like he’s trying to brand you with the shape of his mouth. when he pulls away, there’s a small string of spit connecting you, and his tongue darts out to lick at it until it snaps.

“on the bed. hands and knees.” and you obey instantly. because when keisuke tells you to do something, it isn’t about control— it’s about trust. and he wears that trust like a crown.

you feel his eyes dragging over you as you move, the mattress dipping beneath you, and then his hand is at the small of your back. he leans in close— so close you can feel his breath against your ear.

“you wear my collar well,” he purrs. “now lemme show you what good pets get when they behave.”

ᥫ᭡. ~ big boyfie draken is a sissy boy’s dream come true! after all, there’s not many hunks out there who’s willing to give boys like you a shot. after meeting you, cute in your ‘lil work uniform at the local cafe after putting street runts down, the second in command officer never felt any mushier with someone then with you.

after all, it’s like you couldn’t stop charming the guy! from kind words after a rough fight to patching him up to doing his braid every morning when he misses your hands roaming the dragon tattoo carved into the side of his head. his perfect little prince, a man he protects with his fists and body alike, someone who brings out the best in him even when things got serious. even more so thanks to the insane size difference between the both of you.

draken was huge, bigger then most of the guys even at a young age. even more so the older he got, his biceps bigger then your head and his body practically becoming a damn wall. it seemed like his growth spurt never stopped growing, until your face could only see his chest unless you craned your neck up to look at his face. you found it inconveniencing, annoying even! though through the eyes of draken, you only got cuter by the second.

millisecond if you count the times he nearly came by just making eye contact with you during sex. ♡

there’s a reason why this man has you in doggy tonight, not just to watch your pretty ass bounce as he fucks himself into your cunt, but to see you turn your head back to face him with the same heart eyes gaze that got you in this position in the first place. heavy eyelids with your irises rolling back everytime he hit that sweet spot, teeth sunken into your bottom lip as your face grew hot by the second. a normal reaction when your boyfriend’s fat cock is kissing your cervix and threatening to put a baby in you.

he felt heavy in your tummy, a bulge forming in and out as he dragged his girth along your sensitive walls. “kennyyyy!—“ you whined, turning your head again with a pout on your wet lips this time. “feels so good—ngh, wanna cum..cum in mee!”

“i know i know baby..doin’ so good f’me over here..” he leans down, cooing in your ear before licking your earlobe. he practically was on the verge of an orgasm, watching you squirm and plead for him was enough to push him over the edge. so much so, he couldn’t help but wrap his whole arm around your marked up neck and lock you in a chokehold. he felt your smaller hands shot up instinctively, gripping his wrist and bicep as he applied more pressure onto your windpipe.

he almost pulled away out of concern for your breathing until he felt you clench. suddenly, you felt a chuckle spill through his lips and into your ear. “ahh..you like this don’t ya?” “k-kenny..i jus—AH!”

“nah nah nah..don’t try ‘n run from me.” he pulled you up until your back touched his chest, arching away from your menace of a man as he pumps his length deeper into your ruined cunt. “your fuckin’ dirty boy, y’know that? tell me your a dirty boy f’me.”

“a-ah..’m y-you’re d-dirty boy..” you choked out, only to receive a tighter squeeze from your boyfriend. “i’m your dirty boy kenny! i’m your dirty boy!” you answered, both desperate yet cocked out beyond cognitive ability. how a simple headlock can have you babbling for dick embarrassed yet endeared you. didn’t matter anyways, draken was already inching towards his orgasm by the minute and you were going to take every last drop, even if he ended up knocking you up.

“yeahhh..my dirty boy loves my dick, always lovin’ my fuckin’ dick..” draken grunted as he screwed his eyes shut. “yess..i love it ken..i love it so so much!—ah!” before you could continue your mantra of your boyfriend, the feeling of your orgasm along with his hot seed spilling into your cunt knocked the wind out of your lungs. well, as much wind was left considering how tightly he was holding your neck. even so, you had enough energy to turn your fucked out gaze to him.

“can you do it harder next time?”