#hakkai x reader

ꕮ how do they sleep with you? ft. tokyo rev!

he would surely cling to your body like a koala in need. Legs and arms, both of them could end up more than once on you. You also don't understand why it adopts abstract forms when he sleeping, and as long as you sleep with this being in the same bed you will never have your deserved share of sheet:

mickey, kazutora, baji, smiley, pahchin

he would give you your space in bed, although that doesn't free you from being imprisoned against his chest to feel your warmth. It is likely that he uses as an excuse that he's cold just to be clinging to you, when in fact he does it 'cause you transmit peace and security to him (and 'cause you assure him a better sleep):

chifuyu, sanzu, ran, kisaki, izana, takemichi, hanma, angry

lover to hear your heartbeat, that's why he creeps up to your chest level when you're fast asleep. Maybe he snores. He makes sure to guide your hand towards his hair for you to stroke it, staying on his side of the bed until dawn 'cause yes, discord doesn't exist with this man:

kakucho, draken, rindou, hakkai, mitsuya, naoto, pehyan

⠀❜❀⠀˙⠀toman [tokyo revengers] x fem!reader⠀(❁ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈)⠀˚

░⌦⠀ synopsis.⠀ ⠀yandere toman [separate]. 𖧷⠀⁺⠀

⠀. ⏝ི𓏶. ゜ yandere⠀toman when you try to escape⠀ ⋮

You think you can leave. You think you can slip through doors, over windows, down streets, and vanish into the night. But the moment you move, the world twists around you. Hands, heavy or impossibly soft, close around your wrists, ankles, your very body, and you realize your pulse is no longer yours. Shadows stretch and writhe, limbs sprouting from walls, ceilings, the very air pressing against your skin. Floors ripple under your weight, bending like water. Every breath tastes metallic, every heartbeat echoes in someone else’s chest.

⤷ ♡ MIKEY :

The lock barely clicks before a hand coils around your wrist. Small. Soft. The kind of hand that should be easy to shake off.

But when you pull, it doesn’t budge. The pressure increases, quiet at first, then sharp, until something deep in your joint pops. Pain flashes hot, electric.

“Leaving?” Mikey’s voice is airy, almost amused, as if you’d only tried sneaking a snack before dinner.

You turn to him. His expression is calm, boyish even, but his eyes are too wide. The pupils swell until they eclipse the whites, black oceans bleeding outward. Shadows thicken behind him, stretching long limbs across the walls. They twitch, jittering like the legs of insects, fingertips dragging over your back though he hasn’t moved.

“I just wanted air,” you manage, voice thin.

He tilts his head, smile curling. “There’s air in here.”

The boards under your feet warp, bowing inward as though the house is breathing. Your knees tremble, caught between his grip and the floor shifting beneath you.

“Stay with me,” Mikey says, soft and certain. His voice doesn’t rise, doesn’t plead. He doesn’t have to. Because the longer his hand is on you, the less you feel your own pulse, your own self. There’s only him, beating steady, filling your veins like dye in water.

By the time he pulls you back, the door has sealed. The wood folds over the lock like skin closing a wound.

⤷ ♡ DRAKEN :

The street is empty when you break into a sprint. Cold air rakes your lungs, and for a moment, you think you’re free.

Then his footsteps come. Louder. Faster. Like iron chains clattering against stone.

His hand seizes the back of your neck, hauling you off your feet. The grip is scorching, crushing. Your spine arches under the pressure, vertebrae grinding like gears forced out of place. You choke on air that won’t come.

“Are you kidding me?” Draken’s voice isn’t cruel. It’s raw, ragged with disbelief. “Running from me?”

You claw at his wrist, but his veins bulge under your nails, thick and ropey, throbbing with each furious beat of his heart. They crawl unnaturally, writhing like snakes beneath the skin.

“I wasn’t—” your voice breaks, panic clawing its way out of your throat.

“You were.” His words slice like stone, no room for denial.

He slams you back against the wall. The impact shudders through your bones. Behind him, his shadow balloons grotesquely, jaw distending far wider than his face, swallowing the lamplight whole.

“Don’t make me chase you,” he growls, leaning close. His breath is hot against your ear, uneven. His body trembles, but his grip doesn’t falter. The world narrows to his pulse hammering against your spine, a rhythm too loud, too violent, like it could split him open and drown you both.

⤷ ♡ BAJI :

The door is cracked open, spilling a thin line of night across the floor. One more step and you’ll be gone.

But laughter snaps the air in half.

Low. Raspy. A laugh that starts in his chest and rips upward like glass tearing through fabric.

“Thought you were slick, huh?” Baji’s voice is lazy, almost teasing, but the grin stretching his face is too sharp.

Before you can breathe, the door slams shut with a force that rattles your teeth. His hand is splayed against the wood, veins thick and dark, fingers trembling with leftover impact. His hair swings wild across his face, catching the dim light like wires, strands twitching as if alive.

You stumble back, but he’s already in front of you. Too fast. Too much. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the gold until there’s almost nothing left. His teeth flash when he grins again, too many, too pointed in the dark.

“Going somewhere without me?”

His hands clamp around your arms, fingers digging too deep. The nails bite, carving crescents past skin. Your nerves scream, not from the pressure alone, but from the way his touch spreads — a hot burn traveling up, setting the muscle alight like a fuse.

You gasp, body jerking, and Baji just laughs harder, head thrown back, the sound too jagged to be human. Shadows writhe behind him like smoke, flickering with each pulse of his amusement, forming teeth, claws, outlines of something waiting to burst free.

“Dumbass,” he says, pulling you flush against his chest, breath hot, grin manic. “You really thought I’d let you walk out?”

The answer comes in the sting of blood trailing down your arms where his nails remain buried, anchoring you in place.

⤷ ♡ CHIFUYA :

You ease the lock open with shaking hands. The door gives, just barely. The night breathes against your face, cold and sweet.

Then silence.

A silence so heavy it drowns the crickets, the wind, the beating of your own heart.

“...You were gonna leave?”

His voice is soft. Fragile. It cracks like glass under pressure.

You turn. Chifuyu stands in the doorway, pale under the dim light. His shoulders tremble. His lips twitch into a smile, but it doesn’t fit — it pulls too wide, straining at the corners until the skin around his mouth threatens to split.

“I wasn’t—” The words die in your throat.

He steps forward. One, two, slow, deliberate. His shadow spills longer than it should, stretching toward you like spilled ink. When it touches your feet, the floorboards groan, warping under the weight of something that isn’t there.

“You don’t get it,” Chifuyu whispers. His hand reaches, trembling, but when it touches your sleeve, the fabric tears under his grip like tissue. His fingers curl, shaking, but they don’t let go.

The air smells metallic, sharp, and when you look down, his handprint stains the fabric — dark, wet, blooming like an oil spill. It seeps into your skin, sinking deep, until the chill of it races through your veins.

“I’d never let you go.” The words are quiet, almost kind. Almost. His head dips, forehead pressing against your shoulder, his body shaking with something that might be sobs.

But the warmth soaking through your shirt isn’t tears. It runs thicker, heavier, spreading between you like glue, fusing you together in silence.

⤷ ♡ MITSUYA :

The window is halfway open when fingers curl around your ankle.

The yank is slow, deliberate — not violent, but steady as a tide. Your stomach flips as you’re dragged back inside, nails raking wood, splinters tearing under your skin. The night air slips from reach.

When you look down, Mitsuya crouches in the shadows, eyes soft. Too soft. He’s smiling like you’d only tripped and fallen, not like you tried to abandon him.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you leave like that.” His voice is gentle, steady, but his grip isn’t. It tightens around your ankle until you hear the faint creak of bone, pressure blooming white-hot up your leg.

You thrash, but it’s useless. His hand has sunk too deep. The skin around your ankle dimples unnaturally, like his fingers are sliding past flesh, rooting into bone itself. He pulls again — calm, patient — dragging you across the floor.

The wood warps where your body scrapes, curling like wet paper, swallowing splinters into your skin. The boards ripple with each pull, as if the room itself is folding over you, forcing you back where you belong.

Mitsuya climbs over you, hair brushing your cheek as he leans down. His smile doesn’t waver. “You don’t need to run. I’ll keep you safe.”

His hands stroke up your leg, tender, but everywhere he touches leaves behind faint dark stains, bruises rising instantly, blooming under his fingertips like ink spilled in water.

By the time he lays his head against your chest, his warmth heavy, your ankle is no longer yours. It throbs with his pulse, bound to him like a stitch in fabric that can’t be undone.

⤷ ♡ TAKEMICHI :

The night air tastes like salvation when you slip out the door.

You don’t hear him at first. Takemichi doesn’t thunder after you. His footsteps are light, frantic, like a heartbeat chasing its own tail.

“Wait—don’t go!” His voice cracks in the dark, desperate, breaking.

You freeze. Not because of his words, but because of the way the world warps with them. The streetlights above flicker violently, humming like gnats. The glow stretches, bending, until each lamp curves downward, long necks craning like heads to watch you.

Takemichi stumbles toward you, eyes wide, face blotchy with panic. Tears stream, hot and fast, cutting clean lines down his skin. His hand reaches for yours, trembling, and when his fingers brush your palm, something wrong bleeds through.

Your skin crawls where he touches you, gooseflesh racing up your arm as if his panic has infected you. His pulse is too strong — not just in him, but in you. Your own veins bulge, throbbing painfully in sync with his, as though your body has been hijacked by his terror.

“I can’t… I can’t lose you,” he stammers. His voice is shredded raw, but behind him, his shadow shudders grotesquely, its limbs too long, twitching in all directions like a marionette tangled in its own strings.

He clutches your hand tighter, and the veins in his arm surge like ropes, knotting and twisting, pressing against your skin until you feel them under your own. Your breath falters. Your heartbeat is no longer yours — it’s his, hammering inside you, frantic, drowning.

Takemichi sobs openly, face pressed to your shoulder. His words are muffled, but the grip doesn’t ease. The light poles bend lower, lower, until the whole street seems to collapse inward, trapping you both in a cage of trembling steel and sorrow.

And still he whispers: “Don’t go... Please...”

⤷ ♡ HAKKAI :

You slip into the hallway, shoes in hand, hoping the boards won’t betray you. But the air shifts — thickens — and a shadow stretches across the wall before you can touch the door.

“Hah… you really were gonna leave.” His voice trembles. Not with anger. With fear.

Hakkai steps into the light, face pale, eyes glassy. He’s shaking as he reaches for you, but when his hands seize your arms, his grip is far stronger than his voice. Too strong. His thumbs press into your skin until bruises flower instantly, purple blooming beneath his trembling touch.

“Don’t.” His breath hitches. “Please don’t—”

The walls groan, bending inward. The ceiling sags, pressing lower, like the whole house is collapsing under the weight of his desperation. The air tastes stale, metallic, suffocating.

“Hakkai, you’re hurting me—”

He jerks back as though burned, but his hands don’t release. Instead, his grip sinks deeper, fingertips dimpling past flesh. It’s like he’s trying to hold not your arms, but the bones inside them. Your nerves scream. His eyes flood with horror at himself, but he only clutches tighter, refusing to let go.

“I just… I can’t lose you.” His voice breaks apart, words stumbling, soaked in panic. Tears streak down his cheeks, falling onto your skin, searing hot. Wherever they touch, your flesh prickles raw, as though his grief alone could flay you open.

You try to pull away, but the walls press closer, suffocating, until the whole room seems ready to collapse and bury you with him.

⤷ ♡ NAHOYA :

The night air tastes like victory when you push the window open. Then you hear it: a laugh.

Not loud. Not angry. Just sharp, bright, slicing through the dark like a blade.

“Well, well. My girl’s got guts.”

You whirl around, but Smiley is already inside the room, leaning casually against the wall. His grin is wide, splitting his face in the dim light. Too wide. The corners curl until they strain the skin, teeth flashing sharp, endless, as if the smile might swallow his entire head.

“Running’s fun, isn’t it?” His tone is playful, sing-song, but the air behind him shimmers. Shadows fracture into pieces, bending into jagged shapes — rows of teeth, rings of eyes, flickers of laughter given form. They twitch and shudder with each chuckle, as if his joy itself has grown claws.

You press against the wall, breath ragged. “Please—just let me go.”

“Oh, c’mon.” He tilts his head, grin slicing deeper into his face. “And miss out on the chase?”

In a blink, he’s in front of you. His fingers catch your chin, tilting your head up. The nails bite — not deep, but enough to sting, enough to promise worse. His grin inches closer until all you can see are teeth and shadow, sharp and endless.

“You look better scared,” he murmurs, still smiling, always smiling. The laughter bubbling up his throat isn’t just sound — it rattles the walls, crawls into your ears, nests under your skin until you swear you’re laughing too, mouth stretched painfully wide though no sound comes.

And he doesn’t stop grinning. Not when your tears fall, not when your body trembles. His grin just grows, too large for his face, too bright for the dark, until it feels like it’s the only thing left in the room.

⤷ ♡ SOUYA :

The lock slides. The door creaks. Hope stirs.

Then—

“...Why?”

The word is soft. Crushed. It splinters the air like fragile glass.

Souya stands in the doorway, shoulders slumped, eyes already wet. His tears are heavy, dripping fast, streaking pale skin. Each drop hits the floor with a sound too loud, too sharp, as if the ground itself aches beneath his grief.

You freeze. “I—I wasn’t—”

“You were.” His voice is quiet, but certain. He steps closer. His shadow lags behind, dragging like a broken marionette, limbs jerking, body splitting at the seams.

“I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.” His words shudder, but his hands reach anyway. They tremble, shaking so hard you expect him to miss. But when his fingers close around your arm, the tremor disappears. His grip is steady. Inescapable.

You struggle, pleading, but his tears fall faster, soaking into your skin. They burn. Each drop leaves a welt, red and raw, marking you with his sorrow. His face crumples, lips trembling, and his voice cracks open:

“If you leave… I’ll kill you.”

And the house seems to echo him. Plaster cracks. The floor splinters under your feet. His grief is contagious — it seeps into the world, into your body. Your ribs ache as though they’re bending inward, folding under the weight of his despair.

Souya’s forehead presses against your shoulder. His sobs shake you both, but his arms stay locked around you. Gentle. Crushing. “Don’t leave me. Please… don’t.”

And when you look down, his tears have already stained through your skin, black veins threading out from every drop, binding you to him in grief you’ll never escape.

— ★ TR BOYS KINKS

sexual content , cussing , oral (male receiving) , nipple play , size kink , face fucking , role playing , cum eating , praising , ( tr boys x fem,reader)

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— ✧.* NIPPLE PLAY KINK

love loves LOVES your perfect breasts small or large and even medium any size he reaches up and cups your breasts, squeezing them gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

" mmm, such perfect tits. so perfect..." he leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

he leans down and starts to lick your breasts, swirling his tongue around your hard nipples. he moves to your other side, sucking and biting gently to leave more hickeys.

he's marking you like an animal claiming his territory. he moves back to your breasts, sucking hard on your nipples to leave hickeys there too. " there we go... now it looks better.."

ׂ╰┈➤ mikey , chifuyu , naoto , rindou , inui , shinichiro , kakucho

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— ✧.* SIZE KINK

you're smaller than him and he likes it.. not actually he loves it he puts you down on his lap he shifts slightly, making sure you can feel his growing bulge against your thigh.

he squeezes your thighs, emphasizing his size difference but you don't really notice well.. you’re just used to it.

sometimes he hides your things just for the enjoy of you looking around, then asking for his help would never admit it though.

he purposefully takes his time reaching for the item, letting his hard cock press against your bare ass more firmly. he hovers over you intentionally to make you feel small and desired.

" you're so fucking gorgeous..." he says in a husky whisper, running his large hands down your bare arms.

ׂ╰┈➤ taiju , izana , hanma , ran , baji , draken , hakkai

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— ✧.* ROLE PLAY KINK

you brought up this idea to him he thought about it .. it wasn’t such a bad idea why not try it out?

he sits in the chair, stunned by your sudden movement and the sight of your cute, knee-high socks. as you unbuckle his pants, his mind races with excitement and anticipation. he grips the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white as you reveal his massive, throbbing erection.

a deep groan escapes his lips as your kitten-like lick meets his sensitive tip. his enormous cock twitches violently, reacting to the teasing contact. He looks down at you, his eyes glazed over with lust, watching your tiny, innocent-looking form kneeling between his powerful thighs. " fuck..."

he couldn’t help it and also couldn’t lie he was enjoying the role play but fuck your were teasing him he snapped.

his breathing becomes ragged and shallow, his abs tightening as he feels the familiar tingling sensation in his balls. he knows he's close, dangerously close to losing control and filling your tiny mouth with his seed. " shit... shit... i'm gonna cum..."

with a strangled groan, he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum directly into your throat. his massive cock pulses violently, pumping load after load of his essence into your tiny mouth.

he holds you firmly in place, ensuring every last drop is swallowed. " fuuuuck..."

ׂ╰┈➤ sanzu , mitsuya , kazutora , kisaki , kokonoi

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Could you make alpha!izana with an omega!reader who is super hyper mega extra feminine, something like the stereotype of omega?

Don't forget to rest and drink water!

♡. TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE

𐐪 alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (shinichiro, izana, hakkai, kokonoi)

— synopsis : they're down bad for their very feminine omega ♡

cw/key tags : soft headcanons

note : i made izana's one is extra long, hope you like it! ♡ and sorry for the extremely long wait !!! i might do a 2nd part bc it's just so cute :p

MY MASTERLIST : 💌

♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

shinichiro thinks you're the dream omega. a real dream come true for his unlucky self.

it's the way you carry yourself so prettily next to him who's much clumsier. you speak softly like everything about you is made of glass and you're irresistible.

you're all about ribbons, bows and dresses, while he's all rough edges, bad luck and messy hands. every time you look at him sweetly, it knocks the air out of him.

he’s ridiculously careful with you. like, over the top careful. he treats you like porcelain, even though you’re not fragile in the way he assumes. if you slip on a step or catch your sleeve on something, he’s there in a heartbeat, fussing like you’ve been seriously hurt.

basically, the "current bf" trend is a generally new trend on tiktok where girls pretend to be filming a regular video with their bfs and calling them "current" boyfriend's to see their reaction!

꒰ ೀ ꒱ ft. kazutora, mitsuya, baji, hakki x alternative f!reader (all sep)

includes the piercings/tattoos i think each guy would like or seek out in an alt girlie ᥫ᭡ (purely opinion based, feel free to ignore)

࣪𖤐 cw; mdni smut—size kink, exhibitionism, daddy kink, orgasm control, each one took on a mind of it's own—oops (i tried not to be biased n failed) ᝰ.ᐟ

hakkai shiba

what his 'type' is: hakkai would probably prefer a softer alt look. an eyebrow piercing, maybe someone with lots of different ear piercings. he likes to help pick out jewelry to create a pretty design in your ears. small tattoos, hidden under your clothes. just for his eyes only.

let's be real here for a quick second: you had to approach him first, and make the moves. this guy is so nervous and antsy around you. like wouldn't even look in your direction or hold your hand until you took the initiative. but once it clicked that he was allowed to touch you—that you wanted him to. it was like hell broke loose.

hakkai loves how soft n docile you look, but more specifically how tiny you are underneath his much larger frame. he gets a kick out of your shocked expression the first time the two of you are intimate. the sheer mass of a shadow his dick casts over your face, you cannot fathom how you'll fit it anywhere inside your body.

but that won't stop hakkai. he'd be super gentle, doing everything in his power to make it easier on you. even after prepping you with his fingers, and eating you out, it still was a big stretch to fit him. using shallow thrusts to slowly ease you onto his cock, while you're swallowing down hiccupped gasps.

mitsuya takashi

what his 'type' is: wild card here. in contrast to his soft look you're all dark n edgy. thinking septum with both nostrils. his guilty pleasure? nipple piercings. if you had these with mitsuya he'll just stare with his jaw open, collecting bugs. also a sucker for rib tattoos, hugging the curves of your breasts—like a luna moth or butterfly.

here's the thing about mitsuya, he looks like a proper gentlemen. the kind you can introduce to your parents and they won't bat an eye—they might even push for marriage right off the bat.

(what they don't know won't hurt em)

but don't let that sweet, charming smile fool you. this man is a certified freak. those lavender eyes holding a dark glint that tells trouble is coming. he gets off on the fact that no one suspects anything; you guys could be under a blanket, his fingers buried in your sopping cunt during a movie night and not a peep.

and he doesn't stop there, oh no no. mitsuya thrives off the thrill of potentially getting caught. if you're sitting on his lap at karaoke? best believe he's sitting snug inside you. it's an intentional action when he drapes his jacket around you—yes to keep you warm—but also hide where your bodies are connected. dual purposes.

one day though takashi gets careless, you'd been especially tempting all day—his own fault really. he had made you a custom dress that hugged your body so lovingly that it broke his usual calm resolve to smithereens.

it's draken who catches it. takashi's hand sneaking under the skirt of your dress, not even batting an eye, too practiced to be a first.

"oi! don't be pulling shit like that with us all in the room."

suddenly all eyes are on you two, caught with his hands in the cookie jar—literally and figuratively—he then has the audacity to smile that easy-going grin without moving his hand an inch.

needless to say that they never forgot.

(y'all are banned from sitting near each other at hangouts)

kazutora hanemiya

what his 'type' is: hear me out. serpent tattoo. he likes the way the snake wraps around your body, adorning your soft skin with it's scaley texture. and the not so surprising tongue ring or snake bites. absolutely losing it every time you stick your tongue out at him. kazutora would like to suck or bite on the metal jewelry.

looks like a menace: is a menace. every parents worst nightmare, inked up with that tiger on his neck. branded a rebellious n reckless man. just know you'll have to hide your relationship from your parents—like hell they'd approve of your choice of man.

kazutora doesn't care about any of that. he might whisk you away to elope somewhere, that way you're his forever. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him—he'll be damned if anything gets in the way or snatches you away.

that desperation shows in bed; those yellow eyes staring into your soul as he pounds into you. a relentless snapping of his hips, his earring jingling in the stuffy, musky room.

"who's stuffing this pussy so good?" kazutora growls in your ear.

"ah— ha... you are daddy..." you gasp out, clenching so tightly around him.

that singular word unlocks a beast. if you thought his pace was fast earlier? it doesn't compare to the brutal thrusts kazutora is unleashing on you now.

every thought gets eaten up, beaten out as your body jostles under him. kazutora loves that, making you go dumb on his cock.

his pretty little princess.

baji keisuke

what his 'type' is: bright hair colors, anything that strays away from natural shades; deep blue, pastel pink, silvery purple, faded green. baji likes the way sunlight reflects off your wild hair—makes you easy to spot in crowds. lots of tattoos and/or lots or piercings, japanese neo traditional or patchwork. though i get the sense he'd go crazy for a bridge piercing.

have you seen this man?? you can bet your sweet ass that this man is unfair in bed. not in the sense of being a selfish lover, but in the way that screams you're at his mercy.

if you think for one second that he won't have you tied down to the bed, shaking so hard like you're in an electric chair, then you'd be wrong. with baji it's all about control. you don't get to cum unless he says so. not until he's broken you into a whimpering mess.

by now your whole body is drenched in sweat, the vibe on your clit feels like a mix of pain and pleasure—your body still arches into his precise grip. chasing that ever fading peak.

the moment baji catches that you're close the vibe is pulled back, the intensity turned down. your orgasm fizzling out, down to a flickering ember.

on and on it goes.

his cock is just as sensitive, almost as if he shared your feelings—connected by neuro link. and when you finally do cum, it's messy and violent. a shriek ripped from the depths of you soul as you blessedly crash over the edge.

it lasts a solid minute. maybe even two before you're able to breathe properly again.

baji mentally pats himself on the back, already too smug about his 'accomplishment'.

(his boxers are ruined. warm, wet and sticky.)

they cup your face with both hands and stare into your eyes. just as you were opening your mouth to ask what's up, they press their lips on yours. when they pull back, after seeing your surprised face, they think you were annoyed at them kissing you without your consent.

''please forget this ever happened. i'm sorry.'' they pout.

''already forgotten then.''

they analyse your face intently, with a gaze that feels like they're staring into your soul instead of your eyes. confused and not knowing what to say,

''i enjoyed that.'' you smile.

''oh. okay then-'' they proceed to crash their lips on yours again.

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feat. shiba hakkai, sano shinichiro, kurokawa izana, sanzu haruchiyo, kakucho, haitani ran, haitani rindou && ryusei satou

note: part two as promised! ;P enjoyyyy mwah

hakkai shiba

ꪆৎ hakkai is shy generally around people (especially pretty people), that’s a known fact. i think the easiest way for hakkai to gain an emotional attraction to someone is if he sees them often. so most likely a classmate he sees in passing, his friends sibling or yuzuha’s close friend.

ꪆৎ he would probably start gaining feelings if you persevered with trying to have a conversation with him! even more so if you gush over him and help him clean up his wounds. oh! and he also loves a compliment here and there regarding his outfits or appearance.

ꪆৎ he’d be very shy around you but would make the effort to talk to you and spend time with you nonetheless! he’d push his feelings of anxiety away as much as he can, he just can’t help it; he can’t pass up an opportunity to spend time with you.

ꪆৎ he gushes about you to mitsuya all the time! any small interaction you may share, mitsuya has heard all about it. if hakkai needs advise about anything in regards to you, his good friend is always there to help and lend an ear if he just wants to rant about how amazing you are!

ꪆৎ also is the type to have dreams about all the stuff he wishes he could say to you but feels too shy to do so. such as finally telling you about his feelings… about how special he thinks you are… how he wants to take you on one million dates and have endless conversations! however, the last one would probably take a while due to his shyness.

ꪆৎ he’d probably come out of his shell a little more if he was around you plus either yuzuha or mitsuya. if you guys are alone, good luck getting him to stop blushing and stuttering.

ꪆৎ probably would confess if mitsuya advised him to as he always listens to him. or he’d probably persuade yuzuha to let it ‘slip’ to you and see what you do with that information.

sano shinichiro

ꪆৎ shinichiro is the type to have a crush on either a friend or someone he likes from afar. of course, if it’s the latter, he’ll do anything to get closer to you and know you better personally and not on a surface level.

ꪆৎ he thinks he’s good at flirting with you, key word, thinks. however, every single time you end up laughing until your chest hurts and shinichiro is red faced with embarrassment with his arms folded, facing away from you. he’s glad he can bring you joy, even if it’s at the expense of his ego.

ꪆৎ he’s the type to always offer you rides… and if he sees you when he’s riding his motorcycle, he’ll always stop and try and convince you! the determination in his voice each time he asks is what makes you say yes. “y/n-chan! wait up! i have my spare helmet… i can give you a ride home… huh? of course, it’s no problem! i want to!”

ꪆৎ he adores it when you spend time with his siblings, it just makes his heart grow even fonder. it makes him just want to sweep you off your feet and pepper your face with kisses! if only you knew how he really felt.

ꪆৎ he’s also always turning up at your house spontaneously, with no proper reason (not that you minded). he’s always bounding with joy when you invite him inside to either watch movies or just talk. any time he spends with you is precious.

ꪆৎ as for confessing, shinichiro thinks you already know he has feelings for you. so when he asks you to finally go out on a date, it’s a shock when you ask, “you like me, shinichiro-kun?” watch how his face distorts to shock, then confusion, followed by a sad face before ranting about how he’s showed you so many signs and you just had to know!

kurokawa izana

ꪆৎ he’s very flirty, that’s for sure. even on the first time that the two of you met, izana made sure you knew how beautiful he found you and how he just has to get to know you! you found the gesture cute, even though you had no idea how deep his feelings would begin to form for you.

ꪆৎ he spends a lot of time with you, visiting different places and seeing new things. he even introduced you to his older brother, shinichiro; which is arguably a very large step for him.

ꪆৎ he loves complimenting you, naturally he wants you to know how he views you in his eyes. however, he can’t help but get mad at you if you say anything negative about yourself. even more so when you ask why he’s so worked up seeing as you weren’t insulting him directly (which to him, you absolutely are).

ꪆৎ one of the most protective boys. izana has been looking after you without you knowing for a long, long time. that time someone shoved you in a store when you were accidentally in their way? they were forced to deal with izana even if they didn’t even remember shoving you in the first place. he never hurts them too much though, he knows you’d never approve of an act of violence in your defense.

ꪆৎ izana is also the type to assume that your friendship has naturally progressed and that there’s a perfect time to casually confess his feelings. “don’t act so shocked, y/n-chan. you knew i liked you this whole time.” he’d almost purr whilst you looked absolutely bamboozled.

sanzu haruchiyo

ꪆৎ he crushes on you from a far for a while until he finds unbearable going on without speaking to you and building a bond with you.

ꪆৎ sanzu is probably the only one who will confess his interest in you straight away, seeing no need to waste time. he’s a little disappointed when you remind him that you don’t know him well enough to begin a relationship. but he’s happy to settle to getting to know you until that day comes.

ꪆৎ he’s fiercely loyal to you, as anyone can guess from his loyalty to mikey. he’s formed an untreatable bond with you and he’s sure he’ll never feel the same way about someone again.

ꪆৎ you’re also one of the only people to embrace his scars and encourage him to finally let the mask go that mucho suggested he started wearing. you’d remind him that scars are natural and beautiful in their own way. i also think anytime you compliment them, his heart would grow two sizes just because of you!

ꪆৎ he’s always showing up unannounced, wether you’re studying, working or just chilling at home. he will be doing the most to try get your attention and he won’t stop until he gets it. even if it’s you telling him to shut up and wait till you’re free. (you know he means well.)

ꪆৎ much like izana, he’s very protective over you. if he hears about anyone disrespecting you and even worse, laying hands on you, be assured they’ll get a beating from sanzu. you’d never find out, of course. he has to maintain that pretty image he has in your eyes.

ꪆৎ there’s no need to confess, you already knew sanzu’s intentions from the beginning. your whole friendship was mainly you getting to know sanzu and him waiting patiently for the way you finally accept his confession from so long ago!

kakucho

ꪆৎ he doesn’t have a lot of people in his life, aside from izana. so i think it would be easy for kakucho to gain feelings for anyone who sticks by his side for a long period of time and actually shows they care about him.

ꪆৎ he’s always bright and lively around you too! there’s never been a time where kakucho has weighed down conversations with deep topics, he’s always interested in you. even if you do try and ask what’s going on in his subconscious, he’ll gently steer you away from that topic. he would rather not ruin the light of his life with unnecessary past trauma. but he appreciates your interest in him nonetheless.

ꪆৎ kakucho is also the type to only let you touch his scar and explain exactly how and why he got it. he’s not ashamed of it, per say, it’s more he doesn’t feel the need to talk about it with anyone else except you; in other words, he trusts you.

ꪆৎ he accompanies you wherever you go at the weekend, occasionally izana will join too. however, he prefers it when it’s just the two of you so he can actually share meaningful conversations.

ꪆৎ you would also need to confess. he has the silly mindset that if he confessed, it would ruin your friendship and he’d lose you entirely. that just happens to be the one thing he can’t lose, other than izana. besides you two, he has nothing left. however, if you were to confess, he would accept you straight away with a charming smile on his face.

haitani ran

ꪆৎ it’s very obvious that ran has a crush on you. it’s not very often that either of the haitani brothers approach people with any other intent than violence. so when they see the elder brother being so gentle and kind towards one specific person, it’s a blatant smack in the face that you’re the one who stole his heart.

ꪆৎ he’s also never once raised his voice at you or threatened you. this is also a key indicator that ran has deeper feelings than just platonic. he knows he’s being too subtle with his feelings but he can’t find it in himself to care.

ꪆৎ he always takes you shopping at the weekend, it’s a weekly ritual and if for any reason, he can’t be there, rindou will step in. speaking of the younger brother, he’ll try his very hardest to get the two of you to be friends. he’d love nothing more than to spend quality time with his two favourite people.

ꪆৎ aside from himself, you’re the only one allowed to touch and braid his hair. when you questioned the intimacy of such an act, ran will simply say that you’re the only one who does it right; even though he’s capable of braiding it himself.

ꪆৎ ever since getting involved with ran, your life has gone smoothly. no one disrespects you, in fact people are so nice to you now! ran adores that he can make you happy even without you knowing it.

ꪆৎ he’d confess when the times right. there’s not a specific reason why he can’t do it at the moment, he’s just waiting for that one time where it’s a ‘now or never’ kind of moment.

haitani rindou

ꪆৎ unlike his brother, it’s difficult to even know if rindou likes you as a friend. he’ll act like you’re a nuisance to him, grumbling responses to your excited questions. however, it’s ran that convinces you to persevere with your ‘friendship’ with his brother.

ꪆৎ even if he doesn’t say much, rindou enjoys being in your presence. if you ask him for help or for advise, on the outside he’s whining about ‘why it had to be him’ but on the inside, his stomach is doing somersaults because you chose him to rely on!

ꪆৎ he’s also the type to overhear you say you need something to your friends and then within the next 30 minutes, he’ll turn up with it and give it to you without a word or get someone else to deliver it for him. only because he knows he won’t be able to contain his raging blush when you thank him profusely. he learnt this from the first time he spontaneously brought you a can of sparkling lime that you were so called “dying for”.

ꪆৎ much like his brother, he takes care of you from afar. he doesn’t want to be overbearing or annoying so he’ll do these quiet acts of kindness without your knowledge. think of it as an act of love!

ꪆৎ he doesn’t confess. ran either forces him or ran flat out tells you how rindou feels when his little brother is right next to him. his face is priceless, he’s unsure wether to be anxious at your reaction or to kill his brother. it’s a funny sight to behold!

ryusei satou

ꪆৎ he asks you out almost every single day. he promises you the earth, the moon, the stars and hell, even the entire universe! however, you tell him no everytime, reminding him you only started speaking a week ago. he doesn’t let the rejections deter him, though.

ꪆৎ he’s definitely the type to give you his jacket or jumper if you as much as shiver once. if you try remove it, watch ryusei forcibly keep it on you, a pout on his lips as he whines that you’re offending him.

ꪆৎ he’s always pulling little pranks on you. only harmless ones though just to make you smile! especially if you’re having an awful day and need a little pick me up. he’s always right there trying to make you smile.

ꪆৎ he also tells everyone that you’re his partner, even if you aren’t. he’s humbled when you correct him, “we aren’t dating, ryusei.” he’d wink at you before adding, “yet.”

ꪆৎ he also always tries to share his lunch with you, doing fake airplane noises as he raises his chopsticks to your mouth. you accept because it’s easier to do that then have your ears go mute from his complaining. you always found it so endearing that he cares about your health so much!