“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

For a year, Draken kept your relationship a secret. He’d meet you late at night after gang meetings, slipping away to your apartment where he could let down his guard. You never complained about the secrecy, you knew it came from a place of protection, a place of love and care.

“I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine,” he’d say, running a hand through your hair as you rested your head on his chest.

You loved him deeply, even if his overprotectiveness frustrated you at times. While Draken lived in constant fear of his enemies finding out about you, you often wished you could show the world how proud you were of him. But you respected his decision and waited. It didn't bother you too much.

It was another busy day for Toman, with the captains gathered at a café for a strategy meeting. Mikey sat at the head of the table, munching on his favorite dorayaki, while Draken sat beside him with his usual stoic expression. They were discussing territory disputes with another gang when it happened.

The door to the café opened, and you walked in. Draken’s breath hitched as his eyes landed on you. You hadn’t planned on coming here, but you’d been in the area and figured you’d surprise him. What you didn’t know was that this was the first time Draken’s two worlds were about to collide.

“Ken!” you called out, your voice filled with joy as you spotted him. Without hesitation, you ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The café fell silent.

Mikey paused mid-bite, his eyes widening as he stared at the scene in front of him. Mitsuya nearly dropped his drink, while Chifuyu let out a quiet, “What the hell?”

Draken froze for a moment before instinctively wrapping his arms around you, his expression softening in a way that none of the captains had ever seen before. He pulled back slightly, glancing at the stunned faces around the table.

“Y/N,” he said in a low voice, his tone a mix of affection and panic. “What are you doing here?”

You blinked, realizing the gravity of what you’d just done. “I… I was in the area and then i saw this café. I thought of you and hoped that i could buy some dessert for later...,” you stammered, stepping back. “I didn’t know you were with your friends.”

The awkward silence lingered for a moment longer before Mikey broke it with a smirk. “Draken… is there something you forgot to tell us?”

Draken sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… this is Y/N,” he admitted, his voice quiet but firm. “We’ve been together for a year.”

“A YEAR?!” Mitsuya exclaimed, his usual calm demeanor shattered. “You’ve been hiding this from us for that long?”

Chifuyu leaned forward, his eyes darting between you and Draken. “Wait, so you’re saying Draken—the guy who lectures us about focus and loyalty—has been sneaking off to be with someone?!”

Draken’s cheeks tinted pink as he shot Chifuyu a glare. “I didn’t ‘sneak off.’ I kept it private to protect him.”

You placed a reassuring hand on Draken’s arm, sensing his discomfort. “It’s true. Ken’s always been worried about me getting involved in gang stuff. He just wanted to keep me safe.”

Mikey stood up, walking over to you with a curious expression. He studied you for a moment before grinning. “I like you,” he declared, slapping a hand on your shoulder. “Anyone who can make Draken this flustered is okay in my book.”

Draken groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Mikey, don’t make this worse.”

But Mikey wasn’t the only one warming up to you. Mitsuya leaned back in his chair, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’ve gotta admit, Y/N, you’ve got guts walking in here like that. Respect.”

Chifuyu nodded, still looking a bit shell-shocked but no longer hostile. “Yeah… it’s kinda cool seeing this side of Draken. Who knew he could actually be a softie?”

Draken rolled his eyes, pulling you closer as if to shield you from their teasing. “Alright, enough. Let’s get back to business.”

But Mikey wasn’t done. “Hold on,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Since you’ve been keeping Y/N a secret for a whole year, I think we deserve to know more about him.”

You chuckled, feeling more at ease now. “What do you want to know?”

“What do you see in Draken?” Mitsuya asked, leaning forward with genuine curiosity.

You glanced up at Draken, your smile softening. “He’s kind. He acts tough, but he’s one of the most caring people I’ve ever met. He’s always looking out for the people he loves, even if he doesn’t show it in obvious ways.”

Draken looked away, clearly flustered by your words. The captains exchanged glances, their respect for their vice-leader growing even more.

“Well,” Mikey said, clapping his hands together. “Looks like Draken’s got himself a keeper.”

The meeting eventually resumed, though not without more teasing remarks from the others. As you sat quietly beside Draken, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. You had always known about the weight he carried as the right-hand of Toman, but now his friends knew about the person who carried his heart.

And for Draken, seeing you accepted by the people he trusted most was a relief like no other.

He shows up fifteen minutes before you’d normally be turning in. You’re in your room, lights dimmed, hair loose, scrolling your phone when the quiet tap tap at the glass makes you start.

You pull back the curtain and there he is—Draken, standing in the glow of the porch light with a single flower in his hand. His lips twitch like he can’t decide if he should smirk or apologize for being here.

When you open the window, he mutters, “Hey. I, uh—know you’re about to crash but I jus’… really needed you—” He clears his throat, looking away for a second. “Needed to see you. Yeah. Heh.”

For all his confidence, the big guy’s tongue-tied.

You laugh softly, the sound making his ears turn pink. “You saw me, like, all day.”

“I know,” he says, stepping in once you move aside. “But… it’s not the same.”

He’s so close when he brushes your hair from your forehead, big fingers careful like he’s afraid you’ll break under his touch. “How was your day?” he asks—knowing damn well how it was because he lived it with you.

You laugh again, shy and sweet, because you’ve never seen him like this before.

“Draken,” you tease gently. “Why are you acting nervous?”

“I’m not nervous,” he lies, shifting on his feet. “Just… don’t wanna mess this up.” His gaze drops to your lips before darting away. “Don’t wanna mess you up.”

Your chest squeezes. He’s been kissed a thousand times, wanted by just about anyone he looks at, but somehow you are the one who rattles him.

You touch his arm lightly, and the heat of his skin under your fingertips makes your stomach flip. “You won’t.”

That seems to snap something in him. He cups your cheek, pulls you in slowly, and when his mouth meets yours it’s soft, lingering, nervous despite the sheer size of him. The kiss builds gradually—his lips parting, his breath catching when you nip him back.

When you tug him toward the bed, he follows like gravity itself is dragging him down.

You end up straddling his lap, your nightshirt brushing against his chest as he leans back against the headboard. His hands find your hips, tentative at first, then firmer, fingers flexing like he wants to pull you flush but doesn’t want to force anything.

The first grind of your hips makes both of you gasp.

“Fuck—” He squeezes his eyes shut, head tipping back against the wall. “You feel so—” He cuts himself off with a groan when you do it again, slower this time, rolling against the hardness already pressing into you.

At first, it’s a little playful—your shy laugh, his muttered curse—but quickly the air thickens. You shift again, deliberately dragging yourself along the length of him, and his big hands fly up to your waist like he’s anchoring himself.

“Don’t—don’t stop,” he breathes, voice tight. "Please?" Yeah. That was definitely a question.

So you don’t. You keep moving, slow and deliberate, hips circling, grinding, finding that sweet pressure that makes both of you shiver. Every pass makes his chest rumble with sound—low groans, broken sighs, sometimes your name like it’s a prayer he can’t stop saying.

He buries his face in your neck, lips hot against your skin. He kisses along the slope, then higher, then just under your jaw, open-mouthed and trembling with restraint. Each kiss makes you arch into him, and each arch makes him clutch you tighter.

His hands wander—up your spine, down your thighs, cupping your sides, tracing the hem of your shirt—but he never slips beneath. It’s maddening and perfect at the same time, this greedy-but-gentle roaming.

You pause once, just to catch your breath, and when you pull back far enough to meet his eyes, it isn’t cute anymore. There’s no giggle left, no nervous sweetness. It’s raw. Hungry. His gaze is heavy-lidded and desperate, and you know yours must look the same.

The next roll of your hips is different—slower, purposeful, deeper. He grits his teeth, a strangled sound escaping him as his hips push up to meet yours. The rhythm becomes a steady grind, both of you caught in it, intentional and helpless against how good it feels.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging when his mouth finds your neck again. He groans into your skin, sucking a mark there before dragging his lips back to yours. The kiss is hot, messy, open-mouthed, both of you gasping against each other as the friction builds unbearably.

It doesn’t matter that there are layers of fabric between you. It feels like there’s nothing at all. Each drag, each press, each calculated roll makes you want more—but at the same time, this is everything.

When you finally shudder apart together, clinging and gasping, he holds you tight—so tight—and murmurs into your hair, “Yeah. Knew I needed you.”

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KEN RYUGUJI .

‘ draken isn’t that into pda, but there are times when he feels you need it. in that case, he’ll lock an arm around your neck and pull you close, planting a kiss on your head. when you’re alone, he always finds himself draping an arm around your shoulder. it always ends with your head snug between his bicep and his chest, warmed by the thick muscles underneath. ‘

MITSUYA TAKASHI .

‘ with mitsuya, it’s usually the subtle touches. but when he can get away with it, he’ll never miss an opportunity to have you in his arms, right up against his chest. he’s a head cradler. the one who breathes in your scent and rocks you side to side. the one who hugs you like you’re home. ‘

BAJI KEISUKE .

‘ call me biased, but in my opinion, baji offers the type of hug you’d never wanna leave. ‘c’mere,’ he’d beckon as he scoops you up in those strong arms. he has his own personal spidey sense for when you need an arm or two that he’s never ashamed to give you, no matter where or when. he’s firm. grounding. yours. ‘

draken loves like a protective touch to the small of your back, guiding you through busy crowds, or simply telling everyone that you're his—and he's yours. drapping his patterned jacket—it's length so long it basically swallows you whole—over your shoulders when you complain about the weather. scolding you gently that you aren't dressed properly, but never truly getting angry with his baby. draken shifts so you're always on the inside of the sidewalk, and never once does his palm leave its place on your lower back.

mitsuya loves like the smell of breakfast getting made from downstairs. he greets you with a warm smile, pouring a glass of milk for mana whilst making an omelete for luna. you scold him for not waking you, to which he always responds with not wanting to disturb your sleep. the two of you start off the morning like every morning, and end your night like every night. mitsuya loves you like a learned routine—it comes naturally to him. to him, taking care of and loving you is like breathing.

baji loves like the lovesick churning in his stomach every time he lays his eyes on you. his body is sending him signs that he's in love—heartbeat pumping, chest tightening, sweaty palms, an undeniable smile that only you can cause so quickly. his mind runs 100 miles an hour whenever you're around, and baji swears he's never used his brain this much—so this, is love. baji knows he's in love when he thinks about how his words and actions will impact you. for baji, you're his mediator.

Your shoulders went to be a little less tense now as you stood in the hallways and waited. It didn't take long for Yuki to reappear, but this time behind her was the tall blonde boy, with that dragon tattoo on his head.

You looked like a delicate little mouse, too shy to say what needed to be done. Too concerned because you literally disturbed someone's peace with your problems.

"I think you two know each other. Since Draken does various stuff and repairs things here, he might be able to help you. You can borrow him for a moment." Yuki laughed as she nudged Draken towards you.

Your big eyes looked at him, when you noticed Yuki padded a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't fuck it up, she is cute." She meant teasing, before you could see the glare Draken gave her.

"Yuki told me your drain broke down?" he asked you then with a deep, rumbling voice as he addressed you directly.

Some seconds went by before you got your tongue back, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I wanted to wash my hands, at first there was weird noise, and after this... I flooded the bathroom, kinda." When you explained this, you saw how he watched your body language.

Draken knew you were more reserved than others. How you tried to avoid eye contact, it was unpleasant for you to ask for help, especially at that time.

"Well, I am not a handyman, but I guess I can fix it for the next days when someone else can take a look," he told you, his voice a little softer, so you would maybe feel a bit better. You saw the small case with some tools so he could hopefully repair something.   

"Thank you, though. I wouldn't have come over when it wouldn't be so critical. I mean, I tried to wipe up the water, I just hope nothing more came out now." You spoke while you two walked over to your apartment, it didn't take long when you let him inside.

"I didn't clean-" your tone apologetic, but he waved it off. Draken saw far worse things than an apartment where some clothes were distributed in the corners or when it wasn't vacuumed freshly.

"Really, it's probably cleaner than any room of my friends, I am fine here," he chuckled and went straight to the bathroom, when you showed him the direction.

Damn, he was tall, nearly reaching the top of the door frame when he walked around. When he opened the door, a fresh wave of another small flood greeted you and him.

"Oh, come on," you complained when you saw the new mess, it wetted his shoes and yours, of course.

"I see, you would be drowning without help," he chuckled, trying to ease the mood when you went to get a broom to wipe it up again, at least as good as it could be.

Then he took a look, lying there with his head and shoulder under the sink.

You placed yourself next to the small case with some tools inside, just in case he would need a new one. Although, you didn't have any clue what was good for that purpose.

"Your siphon is rusted through, would explain why it flooded your bathroom. That this thing even worked beforehand. But I guess we can get it fixed, the next few days." Draken explained, still examining the rusted siphon.   

"Can you give me the pipe wrench?" his booming voice asked you then, and your eyes lit up, finally something useful. You looked in the case, faltered a moment. It was utterly adorable when you looked down trying to figure out what tool he needed. His dark eyes went from the siphon down to your expression. Even Draken was not immune to that cute display. How you kneeled on your knees, tilting your head as your hand hovered over the case. A smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"The thing on the right side," he instructed calmly. You nodded then, handing it over.

"I knew what it was, I was just processing the question," speaking in a sheepish tone, when you rubbed the backside of your neck.

"Of course you did. It's not a shame, when you don't know. After all, I am here because you don't know how to fix it, aren't I?" that man teasing you, with a little bit of sarcasm.

He got it. You were more a calm one, but you seemed to open up, even when just a little. Although he wasn't too motivated at first, fixing a drain to this time of the day. But as if he ever would deny a girl asking for help, when really needed.

The blonde guy thought you were a cute one, so Yuki was right about that. But he never really was a guy who would flirt at all. Not really his style, especially since this was just a favor for a neighbor.   

"Well, yes, it's just so stupid that it even happened to this time, especially now when my dad isn't home. It was a little overwhelming. But thank you for coming over. You know, ehm... I don't really know how I should thank you, but I can invite you over for some food the next days. It's the least I could offer you." You meant, kind of trying to distract yourself with your fingers, avoiding looking at him, although the broad Draken was fixated on the siphon.

Food? It was not like he would have a lot of self-cooked food over there. Mostly instant stuff or when the girls ordered Pizza.

Freshly cooked food was appreciated. Besides the fact, he would know that you would feel uncomfortable when you couldn't offer anything back.

"Yeah, sure, why not? You know I try to get another Siphon for you, I will build it in tomorrow. So that would be fine, I guess?" His suggestion was indeed a good one.

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Draken wiped his hands on a rag, tossed it over his shoulder as he stepped back from the sink. "Alright, that should do it. Try running the water." You twisted the faucet, and to your relief, everything drains smoothly. "Wow, you really fixed it."

He smirked, crossing his arms. "What, didn't think I could?"

You shook your head, smiling. "No, I just didn't expect you to be this good at plumbing."

Draken chuckled and stretched his arms. "Well, working at a bike  teaches you a thing or two. But damn, I'm starving now."

Right on time, the smell of curry fills the kitchen, and you moved toward the table. "I figured you might be hungry, so... I made curry. As a thank you, as I had said yesterday."

His eyes widen slightly before he grins. "You didn't have to, but I'm not saying no, not to curry."

The two of you sit down, and he takes a bite, humming in approval. "This is good."

"Glad you like it," you said, taking some rice on your chopsticks. There is a moment of comfortable silence before he glanced at you. "You are mostly alone here?" he asked you wondering a little about the abscent of your dad. Like he was still not there?

You hesitated before nodding. "Yeah. My dad is always away for work, so it's just me most of the time." you explained with a sad smile.

Drakens expression softened as he watched you stirred your food absentmindedly. "That sucks," he mutters. "Must get lonely."

You gave a small shrug. "I'm used to it."

He exhaled, setting his chopsticks down. "Well, if your sink breaks again—or anything else, really just call me. Not saying I am a handyman or anything, but... you shouldn't have to deal with everything alone."

You blinked at him, warmth creeping into your chest. "Thanks, Draken."

He smirked, picking up his chopsticks again. "Now, pass me some more curry."

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A week went on, and you were at your limit. Your father is again on some other journey because of his job, and today? Damn, that day was wrecking you. School sucked at the moment, and now it happened you didn't get the bus anymore.

And this wasn't the only thing going on. No friends, just responsibilities, no time, always trying to make the best out of your situation.

When you didn't reach the bus on time, your father called you. When you picked up the phone and talked, your expression grew all the way more unreadable.

You thought you were alone, no one was around. But Draken, who sat on his bike, a little further away, saw it was you.

He even saw how you tried to run to the bus, but it simply started the engine and was gone.

"Poor girl," his voice murmured to himself.

He could get the feeling of being alone and needing to manage on your own. He saw it in your face when you were simply overwhelmed and had enough.

He wanted to come over, offering you a ride home, the least he could do, right?

After the whole thing with your sink, you two became kind of a little closer. You were his favorite neighbor now. And you made fantastic curry.

As you ended the phone call, you stood there for a moment, your tiny hands balled into fists. A rare display, you were about to snap.

You were a girl that was mostly alone, you didn't care at all that your father wasn't there, what you cared about was that you had so many things going on you did not have any friends.

Not that you were popular at all, you minded your own business. But you had a hard time dealing with some mean girls in your class.   

You tried not to listen, you tried to be on your own. But being on your own, meant to be lonely. You were lonely at home and at school. And this is the difference, he had friends, Draken had people he could spend time with, that were important to him. And he was important to them.

Instead of starting to cry, there was a different way that your emotions found a way out.

Draken already wanting to come over, offering to drive you home. But before he could even reach the bus station, he was surprised to see a girl like you, always a shy and modest one, lash out.

The poor trash bin next to you was simply made to be kicked at. With a sudden burst of strength because you were so tired and angry, you kicked a dent into it—not just one, over all three dents, to be exact. No yelling, or cursing; you just kicked the trash bin of the bus station. Before some hot tears still came out of your pretty eyes. Salty and hot, they ran down your cheeks.

You didn't notice Draken stood a few meters behind you. From a surprised look, his eyes softened. He felt what you felt, he could relate to that. Instead of walking away, and simply letting you be in your little sad rage mode, he took himself a heart. He always had too much heart. Especially for cute neighbor girls, that needed his help in the middle of the night because something broke down.

The tall blonde stepped closer, not wanting to startle you at all, his large palm found your elbow.

"Hey..." his deep voice spoke, in a gentle tone. Your head at first wanted to turn in his direction, but you kept it down.

"Sorry, I don't know-" You started to apologize, you just hoped he wouldn't think you are crazy or that you had a breakdown. Although, it kind of was a breakdown.

"Shhh, it's alright. I saw worse things than a demolished trash bin," he said with a concerned edge in his voice.   

Besides his more rough attire and seeming grumpy, he had a heart made of gold. Not just because you were cute, because he could understand you. It was not even necessary that you explain exactly what happened. It didn't matter to him.

You were sad, you were angry. This was what mattered. He sighted before he decided to stand closer and simply hug you from behind. His tall frame envelops you, making you feel warm. Still, your tiny fists clenched together, but when he hugged you, you couldn't help it anymore. Tears had already been running down your cheeks and now you were sobbing. One arm is laid above your chest and the other around your midsection.

"I know it's hard. And I know it sucks." He tried to calm you in some way, he was not really sure if it was working, but alone the fact someone hugged you, and not leaving you alone like always.

"It's just so fucking shit, I am so damn tired," you confessed then. You always seemed to be an unproblematic girl, and you were. A calm one, no one suspected what was behind you.

But every time he looked in your eyes, there was that sad little shine, a tiredness that couldn't be fixed from sleep.

After a moment, you turned around in his arms, and your pretty tear-stained face found its way into his chest. A large hand came to cradle your head, running through your silky strands of hair. While the right hand rubbed soothing circles over your back...

He gave you a moment to calm down, and when he noticed you stopped crying, he gently made you look up at him. Your eyes were a little red, and still you were pretty. "So, I am bringing you home. And from now on, we are not neighbors; we are friends, ok?" Draken decided it, as if he could manage to leave you on your own, when he knew you were drowning inside yourself. "Are we? You just fixed my sink? You have stuff to do," you meant, not wanting to bother anyone at all.

"I have, but we make time for friends, so live with it. Come one, I drive you home." Draken wasn't discussing with you, you were lonely and needed someone, anyone. And he would be that one.

You hopped on his bike after he settled onto it, your arms found the way around his waist when he started the engine. Your head simply lay on his back as he drove through the streets.

And at this point, he made sure to come by every day, even when it was sometimes a little short.

In general, he even brought Emma and Hina with him, both girls befriended with you.

The Toman Vice Captain liked to see the pretty smile on your face you had when you started to feel less alone. Sometimes just watching from afar when you talked with Emma or Hina, while he had been busy with Gang stuff.

It nearly was like a distraction. 

"So, Ken-chin, what do you say? Everything settled for the coming meeting?" Mikey asked him, and the Toman leader tilted his head when he noticed the fixed stare Draken had on you.

"Draken?" he asked again, before the man finally snapped out of his trance. "Yeah, I think we have everything. The need to take the news, one way or the other." Draken replied, he heard his question, at least he still paid attention. Mikey's eyes then laid on you, seeing how you talked with his sister and Hina. You were new to the group. He simply thought you were just some girl, Emma befriended with. But what was more interesting, that Draken himself, had been staring at you. Nothing Draken would usually do.

"Who is she?" he asked then, nodding his head in your direction. Drakens hand supported his chin, when he leaned over the table.

"Hm? A neighbor, kind of befriended with her, I brought her to Emma and Hina, thought you wouldn't mind that," he answered and it was truthfully, but he left the detail out. He kind of liked you, more than just the neighbor girl you were.

Draken learned about you, you had been a lonely girl and now you were a little bundle of joy. Making jokes, still being a shy mouse around new people, but when warmed up. You were the sunshine in his shadow.

Fuck, he just loved your smile.   

 "A neighbor? You look at her, Ken-chin. So tell me, I need to know what I am working with here. It does not happen every day that you are transfixed by a girl." Mikey spoke with a certain wit, clearly enjoying how he could tease his best friend.

"Transfixed? I just looked over for a second, no need to imply anything into that. You are annoying, you know that?" there was the defensive answer he gave him, not angry, but clearly he felt caught, and he could see Mikey's smirk. Then he stood up, as he saw you go to say goodbye to the other girls, wanting to head home. Mikeys had evil plans, maybe just to tease Draken or to simply get to know that one piece of his mind, what seemed to be you.

"Mikey, leave her alone." Draken warned, but it was over, Mikey already walking over to, Draken seeing himself in the duty to follow.

"Ahhh, hi there. I am Manjiro, so you are Drakens neighbor? He told me a lot about you." The smaller guy started the conversation with a nice smile on his lips as he seemed to run into you.

You had stopped in your tracks, and before you could answer, you saw Draken. When he showed up, oh, your eyes lit up instantly. A faint blush on your cheeks.

You liked him, he was there when no one else was. He came checking on you, sharing meals with you. And not only for the fact that you did the cooking by yourself, so he got a free, fresh meal.

"Mikey!" a booming voice warned him before you gave the two boys a look.

"Ohhh, did he? What did he tell you?" you asked then, before your eyes landed just on Ken.

"You know, he told me just the good stuff. But he didn't lie, you are cute. You take good care of that big baby." Mikey joked, before he earned a gaze that could kill people in a second.

"I didn't say that. I mean, I am not the one who gets carried around after an ounce of ice cream and dorayakis." Draken hissed and gave Mikey a mean elbow in his rips.

"You see? He gets all defensive, when I am saying this." Mikey tried to prove the point when he looked back at you.   

You looked from the smaller man to the taller one. Did he really think you were cute? You were not entirely sure, after all, Draken always seemed casual with you. Well, he was good at showing that he was not affected.

The truth was, spending time with you was something he enjoyed, something he kind of even looked forward too.

Even when he never told Mikey exactly about you, it was noticeable in his behavior.

"I see, whatever the thing is. I do like to hang out with your friend. He is nice, likes my food, and a good listener." You meant with a smile, before you took a look at your phone, you really should get going.

When you waved a sweet goodbye, Ken turned to Mikey.

"You really needed to do that?" he asked, a little displeased, because he felt exposed.

"I mean, I do enjoyed that, but... otherwise she probably would never get the hint you might like her, I mean, you are not really an open book when showing... affection." Mikey tried to argue and point out his point of view.

It was true, when Draken liked you? Well, he would die for you, he would protect you. But telling you, he does? He is more the guy who shows affection through acts of service.  

After that whole situation, a few more weeks went on, and you even told your dad about your new friends. At least you felt no longer lonely. Still, things were tough, when dealing on your own.

Just like today, when Draken drove you home from school, this was also a thing that happened nearly regularly, depending on whether he needed to get other things done beforehand.

You were really tensed today, just wanting to hide in your bed. But, well, not with him.

Not when he could be there today. No other duties, just you.

"Sooo, what's going on in that mind of yours?" he asked you.

The current situation? You two indeed laid in your bed, the blanket pulled up and covered you both whole. It was more like a cozy atmosphere. A warm cave out of a blanket. You liked to do that, and it felt kind of close.

You had already laid there and cried with him since he had seen this happen. And he never judged you, never took it lightly. He would rather have you do this than be on your own and swallowing everything down.

"To be honest... a lot of stuff. Like the coming exams, you know? Oh, and my dad called me, trying to ask if I was fine. Guess he got bad thought because he is not there." you meant to him, with a little shrug. Nothing that you never heard.

"Come on, you are smart. You will manage just fine. Unlike Baji, he is clever, just not in school," he chuckled deep, what sent a shiver down your spine. "You always say that, but it's not like I would know what I do most of the time, and you see that out of first hand," you slapped his chest playfully.   

"Whatever you do, it works, isn't it like this? You should stay that way." He meant you two looking at each other, just a little light shone through so you could still see his eyes. As he could see yours. Your expression, that you liked when he was close, you liked talking with him.

You two had sometimes moments, weird to say at least. When you just went from talking and yapping to totally silent, just gazing into each other's eyes. You always wondered if that was kind of just your imagination, but it was not. The urge to lay a hand against your cheek, stroking over your petal soft skin. These soft eyes, admiring him, adoring him. He never got the fact why someone like you should adore him. He was a guy living in a brothel. Usually not nervous around girls at all, but his heart beat faster when he saw you.

Pupils widen when he sees your smile. His tummy did that churn when he heard how you called him because something went downhill in your apartment, just so he could fix it.

Ken Ryuguji, not just want to fix your broken things, he wanted to fix your world. But shit, was he nervous? This was new for him. Unlike him.

"You know, you are important to me," you whispered then, it simply slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it.

Your lips went kind of dry, when you said it, still looking right into his face.

"Me? What do I do? Come along and eat your food," his response was sarcastic, but his voice filled with warmth.

"But you like my food, and I like that you do." Your reply was honest before you tried to be bold, scooting just a tiny bit closer. After all, Mikey, his best friend, said he thinks you are cute, you just hoped it was true.

You chewed on your bottom lip, you always did that when you were nervous, as you moved your hand toward his.   

For a moment he was frozen, when he noticed your pinky touched his. Damn, he never just went so out of his cool image.

Maybe because, usually it was not like that many girls really wanted to be part of his life.

He was raised in a brothel, he was vice captain of Toman, a good-looking guy but maybe too rough on the edges for the most when they only take one look.

But especially because of all these things, he was the guy he is today and you liked him for just that. He cared, he cared deeply.

"I didn't mean..." you said, although you stopped when you noticed he allowed you to take his hand.

This was the moment of truth. You even tried to be bold, so he could be expecting the same form himself. He sighted... before his other hand went to lay against your cheek.

All so dimly lit and cozy under that blanket, you two were. Like a little nest to share secrets.

"It's alright, pretty." Drakens voice is nearly soothing; damn, he pretended to know exactly what he does, but with you? He had no clue. You never had heard him call you anything, and now... it made your cheeks heat up.

"Is it?" you asked with an insecure voice, but leaning into his touch, before you felt he came closer with his head.

"To be honest, I don't know what I do. But fake it til you make it, huh?" encouraging himself, maybe you.

"You don't need to fake with me. I mean, I don't know what I do most of the ti-" You couldn't really end your sentence, in the next moment, his lips brushed against yours, testing out if he could do this.

You did not show any sign of hesitation, instead, your lips laid against his. God, you were soft, and your smell. He loved your smell, always kind of smelling like vanilla. Breathing you in when he hugged you. Gently deepening the kiss, thumb stroking over your cheek. 

A testament to his devotion for you, you are a sweet, shy girl who got warmed up by him.

Lips smacking together in a lovely dance, just oh, so careful when his tongue slid over your bottom lip. Both your eyes closed, just feeling right now, and you had so many butterflies in your tummy.

You allowed him entrance, before your tongues tangled and your hand found its way to the back of his neck. As you two laid there under the covers of your blanket, making out, still so tender.

Ken wanted to be tender with you, you weren't alone, not as long as you had him.

You heard a kind of soft growl from his throat, you tasted so sweet, as if he couldn't get enough of this.

After that kiss, when you both needed air, was the only time he separated from you.

"I guess, we don't need to fake now," he meant, a little glint in his eyes when he realized how flustered you got, your fingers intertwined with each other.

"Nope... so the next time my dad calls, I tell him I have a boyfriend?" you asked then, shy like you always were, but you hoped he would say yes.