#hei x reader

Nsfw Hc's

Mikami Teru

🖋️A traditional man by nature, Teru is devoted to virtues from older times. One of those principles he sticks to is that he refuses to have sex with you until the two of you are married. Even if you were to be the one to make advances, he were to merely push you away and give you a disapproving look. Do you preach no self-control? If you cannot withstand temptations, how is he supposed to trust you? In a very unnerving turn of events, it may happen that Teru grows paranoid that you may seek out pleasure in others and not in him which is why he doubles down on his controlling behavior. If temptation reaches out for you, he will simply have to protect and hide you from it. Besides the possibility of isolating you there is a tangible chance that within his twisted view of the world, he will end up writing the names of men down within the Death Note the moment he even suspects that they may try to persuade you into sinning with them. You mustn’t be tainted by anyone. You will marry him and afterwards you will also be claimed by him. That’s not negotiable. Until then he too will have to practice restraint and wait until he is allowed to take you. He just has to be patient.

🖋️Virtue is only uphold by the strong-minded and devoted. Something he must not fail in. Temptations has always tested those most loyal to their course and in his mind he is no exception. No matter how much he pours his mind into his work as lawyer and secretive Kira alike, eventually through the fissures of that tightly upheld lifestyle he leads, the lust seeps in. A sudden torment rains down upon him as stress, paranoia and desire swirl around within his core, eventually manifesting themselves into a hardened bulge in his pants. Yet Teru refuses to pay it any mind, attempting to continue with his daily schedule. Yet you of all people dare to tempt him as every outfit revealing just a tad bit too much skin for his liking is immediately shamed by him. No fiancée and future wife of his will parade her body like this to others. Your closet is purged as he removed pieces of clothing he deems as skimpy and all of it because his libido is acting up but he refuses to touch himself and give in to his weak-willed mind. Those very same rules count for you too. You may not touch yourself as you need to prove your devotion to him too. If you would ever get caught, Teru may just slap you and shame you.

🖋️This dude is bricked up throughout the entire wedding ceremony. There is a reason why he has refrained from seeing you in your wedding dress until this day and his hunch is proven to be correct when you walk down that aisle. The wait is already torturous, anticipation leading to his cock being half-hard already. Once he spots you walking towards him in your wedding dress, his cock twitches fully to life. Eyes flash red shortly as his gaze seemingly tries to devour you already. The dress is neither skimpy nor revealing. To him it is a symbol though that you now belong to him and it’s that thrill of ownership that has his blood rushing south. His hands seize hold of yours the moment you reach out, holding on tightly without letting go the entire ceremony. Only after the vows are exchanged and the two of you are off for your honeymoon is he finally allowed to claim you utterly. All that pent-up sexual frustration rears its desperate head. His hands are shaking with barely held-back restraint and every breath leaves his lungs as a heavy pant. He’s really close to ripping your dress off and finally indulge himself. Still, he holds back from pouncing on you immediately as he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of your nude body.

🖋️Your first time isn't gentle. Considering who your now husband is, that in itself was perhaps already too much of an expectation. After all Teru has always been possessive of you. Now that the two of you are wedded, he merely gets to claim your virginity to himself too. Within his excitement and pent-up desire, he is far too rough with you. His hands squeeze your flesh far too tightly as he pushes you on the mattress, already fumbling around with his own belt. His cock springs free from its containment the moment he pulls his boxers down, the thick head red and angry as eager eyes trace your curves with a dangerous gleam. Foreplay is kept brief as he rushes through the activity meant to prepare you, his own impatience getting the better of him. You are barely stretched out before he pulls his fingers out of you, not listening to your pleas for more preparation before he grabs your hips and lifts them slightly up, chest heaving as he positions himself between your legs. The moment his tips sinks into you, Teru loses it. One brutal thrust is all it takes before he bottoms out fully within you, barely giving you time to catch your breath before he settles for an aggressive and brutal tempo, only chasing his own pleasure.

🖋️His image of a perfect married couple is simple. You are the housewife who will stay at home and he will be the hard-working husband. You are forced to comply with his demands as you resign from his job and from that day on take charge of the household chores. You do not expect the mere sight of you doing the dishes or cooking him food to rile Teru up as much as it does. There just is something so utterly fulfilling for Teru to see you wearing the dresses he insists you to wear and adjusts so flawlessly to the role he wants you to play. He's established a good life for himself finally and it is that thrill which leads him to bend you over, lifting your dress up and tugging your underwear down before he sinks into your warm heat. Still, the image of a good couple needs to be maintained and if you should be too loud during sex, his hands always clamps down on your mouth as he snarls at you to be quiet. He doesn't want the neighbours hearing you sound so much like a whore. You can only nod, tears stinging the corner of your eyes as Teru pounds brutally into your burning heat, always giving you too little prep time. You are now his wife after all. He expects you to always be ready for him.

🖋️Sex can go from rough to terrifying quickly when you do something to anger him. Teru's temper is volatile and he has such strict expectations that if you should break them, he is going to lose his mind. How dare you be a bad wife when he is working so hard for a perfect world?! That's when his hands are wrapped tightly around your neck, pounding into your dry pussy as tears drip down your cheeks from the churning pain and the terror you experience alike. The fact that the sight of your tears only turn him on more makes you feel sick to your stomach. Any kind of protection you may even bring up around him will be rejected by Teru. You are a married couple and he expects you to bear him a child very soon. Why else do you think he always puts you in a mating press and stays lodged inside you even after his release? Half of his lifespan is already gone as he has been given the Shinigami eyes and so he needs to leave behind a few children quickly to raise them the right way. It's a serious topic for Teru to the point he tracks your cycle to calculate when you are at your most fertile to fuck his cum into you repeatedly on those days. He will have you round with his first child soon. The image already has him half-hard.

Kageyama Tobio

🌧️​Obviously Kageyama isn't unfamiliar with the subject of sex. He has gone through puberty too, you know? Yes, as embarrassing as it is he too has had the one or other experience of jerking off, one hand clumsily stroking over his hardened dick. It has never been on the forefront of his mind though. That spot has always been confidently claimed by volleyball as it still is one of his biggest obsessions. In the past it even used to be his biggest obsession and back then Tobio was confident that it would stay that way. Then he met you in college and things start to take a different turn. The King of the Court is failing miserably when around you as romance has never been something he has given much thought and his social skills are endearing at best and awkward at worst. Now that he has caught feelings though, for the first time ever Tobio actually experiences an increased libido. A development with a steadily rising increase as the relationship progresses and he starts getting more comfortable within it. That is when his hormones finally act up and seemingly put him through the horny phase he has been spared from as a teenager. He really wants to get it together but his manhood has other plans and it is so embarrassing to him.

🌧️​That is when Tobio also realises that he has no clue what he even is supposed to do. He only knows the very basics of sex but as the hardcore perfectionist he is, the basics won't do. What he needs is insight due to his lack of actual experience. However, he cannot exactly just walk up to his parents, his sister or any of his friends and ask them about their experience and whether or not they have any tips for him. So Tobio eventually finds himself doing what he never thought he would do. He sits down to watch some hentai as if he were a 14-year-old boy. Honestly, in hindsight he doesn't even know what he was expecting to gather. The only thing hentai leaves him with is disturbed trauma. Poor boy did not know what a tentacle kink was up until that day and he wishes to return to that state of mind. Instead of searching for advice in hentai, he browses through the internet and all kinds of forums to read through different posts. No one look up his browser history during that time or he might jump out of a window. It is only after he feels like he has gathered enough theoretical information that he slowly gathers the confidence to drop hints that he would like to gain practical experience with you too.

🌧️​Still, the initiation is all left up to you. Tobio is merely there to subtly express what is on his mind. Either by not so slyly asking you how you feel about it or by getting somewhat more physical, initiating a long kiss when he feels like the moment is right. However, you can always push him away if you don't feel ready and he will pull away. The moment you do not pull away though, he presses slowly forward. He's very aware that it is the first time for the both of you. The kisses become longer until he only pulls away when the two of you need to take a breath and his hands start to tentatively undress you as he pushes you down on the mattress, heart racing stupidly inside his chest. Truth be told, he still gets the jitters once he is about to prep you, fingers slowly pushing inside of you before curling experimentally within your hot and clenching walls. Blue eyes observe you very carefully, noting every twitch of your lips or eyebrows. Initially he plans to have you orgasm first until you encourage him to finally enter you as you are wet enough. He probably underestimated how long it would take for you to actually cum. Or maybe he just cums too fast. Because by the time he has already cum twice, you're merely just close.

🌧️​It takes him three orgasms on that day until you have finally reached your first one and the short moment where he has to pull out of you to retrieve a new condom is agony. It's not like he ever expected all those posts on forums to accurately prepare him for the real thing but even despite that, Tobio is left positively reeling. He's exhausted and his brain feels like mush and that despite being a professional athlete. By the time you experience your first orgasm and your walls tighten in rhythmic intervals around his erect shaft which coaxes his third load out of him, he damn near collapses on top of you. Only his arms prevent him from his face smashing into yours but even then you notice his biceps trembling from the exhaustion. He cannot even form proper sentence for the first minute or two, holding himself up above you as he collects his strength and brain cells alike, his face flushed from the experience. Honestly, you feel like he is the one in need of aftercare as you fare somewhat better. Yet when you attempt to sit up, he prevents you from doing so even through the afterglow of his own orgasms. Once he has gathered his mind somewhat does he finally snap out of it and ask you what you need right now. Water? A shower? Cuddles?

🌧️​His habit of overthinking leads him to initially believe that he just hasn't properly figured out how to please you considering that it took him three orgasms until you came for the first time. As time passes he eventually just grows used to the fact that your body just takes longer to reach a climax than his does. Still, he starts exploring your clit and your nipples much more during sex for additional stimulation to push you quicker over the edge, even if he still continues to climax before you, no matter how late he enters you. As a setter to a volleyball team, Tobio takes great care of his hands. You admire how pretty and well taken care of his hands are and you especially love it when those long and experienced digits are buried within your wet hole, soaked within your slick as they scissor you open. Tobio goes knuckles deep until he feels like you could suck in his whole fist, always starting with two fingers before adding a third one to stretch you even more as his fingers push deeper and deeper until they scratch those sensitive bundles of nerves within you. You love it when he pushes you down and manhandles you too, his grip on you rougher. He only ever does that when he has your permission though.

🌧️​There are a lot of sex positions the two of you could do and Tobio decides to go through a long list of all of them to figure out what feels most pleasurable for the two of you. He discovers soon though that he prefers positions where the two of you can look at each other so positions like Lotus and Face-Off soon become favourites of his. Usually he also prefers having some kind of support such as sitting down somewhere or laying somewhere because sex actually drains his energy quite quickly and even additional training to increase his stamina doesn't take away from the fact that after a third orgasm his mind is just fogged over with post-climax bliss. That being said though, the two of you aren't exactly unfamiliar with fucking in a different surrounding. Occasionally Tobio takes you to his training hall when he feels possessive and wants your attention on him and the adrenaline of playing volleyball has led him to sometimes lift you up against his locker and fuck you against it, the sound of your back hitting the locker embarrassingly loud. Victory sex is also very much a thing and you can bet that if he has won a medal, he has you wearing it as he thrusts into you. The best price is still you after all.

Akabane Karma

🔴​If you know one thing for certain, it is that Karma has never shied away from getting risky around and with you. He is blessed with an insufferable amount of boldness and arrogance and for that he has never steered away from something he wants. It's the very same case with his obsession and the reason why you are in your current predicament to begin with. Karma clocks his obsession with you but instead of seeking to better himself, he immediately targets you. He wants you. He'll have you. He approaches the topic of intimacy with that very same cockiness. In fact he has never even thought about decency whilst walking casually inside the bedroom or bathroom whilst you are getting changed as his gaze merely slowly travels over your body before he leans against the doorframe, a devilish grin on his face as he seems to like what he sees. You not only lock the door but keep the key in the keyhole as you believe that otherwise he will still peek. Such a pity that he cannot enjoy the show any longer~ Oh well, Karma is sure that another opportunity will soon enough arrive. Better prepare yourself because he is going to be a shithead about it all. He just loves making you angry. It turns him low-key on.

🔴​His advances are meant to catch you by surprise just so he can see your flustered and embarrassed reaction. Whether his hand suddenly moves up your thigh in public or his lips meet your neck before his teeth suddenly grace over the skin, just shy from sinking into your skin. It is fun to Karma but ultimately he does keep it shallow. The truth is that for some reason the thought getting fully intimate with you gives him the jitters and he doesn't even know why. However, he doesn't want to admit that he has that feeling and so he resorts to teasing you like he always does. It is when you one day get somewhat aggressive as you are fed up with all his teasing that the tables are turned abruptly. One moment he is the one whose tongue is darting over your neck and in the next you grab him by the hem of his shirt to pull him into a kiss in a spontaneous decision to also play his games. That's when his eyes widen in surprise as your tongue pushes into his mouth, deepening the kiss before pulling away. God, you want to embed this image of his slightly flushed face in your mind. You are not done yet though. Not with the way you so boldly squeeze his balls all of a sudden, rubbing over his dick until he's hard and bulging against his pants.

🔴​From that day on the two of you decide to torment the other one until one of you eventuallc cracks first. Karma starts slipping his finger in your panties, rubbing your clit until your slick sticks to his fingers before you have to go outside. You start teasing him through his pants, pressing down on the throbbing head of his cock until pre-cum seeps out before he has to go to work. God, it's torment yet neither of you is willing to be the one to crumble first. Instead he fucks his fist and you circle your own clit during longer breaks on the toilet, hands stained in sticky cum and slick juices all because the two of you cling to your pride so vehemently. Until one early evening the two of you collectively snap though you insist that the other one crumbled first. You only know that Karma happens to return earlier from work than expected, catching you red-handed as you tease your own clit with your fingers. In typical Karma session though he sits down though what catches you off-guard is how he unbuttons his own pants before fishing his half-hard cock out, stroking his length to the rhythm of your fingers teasing your soaked pussy. One thing quickly escalates to another before he has your legs spread, his own tongue lapping happily your juices.

🔴​One thing to know about Karma is that he loves foreplay a lot to the point he draws it out to the maximum. He adores the anticipation and the gnawing feeling of impatience that he puts the two of you through. And you can bet that he is a kinky fella who lives for toys and accessories. Honestly, you are not surprised when he brings a knife with him to the bedroom. He knows how to wield one after all as he was taught in school how to use it. That's how the sharp tip of it ends up being drawn over the vaults of your breasts and the outline of your body, tracing dangerously high up the inside of your thighs though you draw a boundary there. The cuts happen unexpected and that is the beauty of it. You never know when the knife will actually dig deep enough to cut through your skin, a thin layer of blood dwelling up which he eagerly laps up with his tongue. Karma has a taste of blood and so he happily goes down on you when you have your period but are somehow still aroused. If you use the knife on him, he loves it when you cut his collarbone and his chest. Also, if you have longer nails he is begging for you to scratch his back. He's a nack for sadism and masochism alike and he isn't ashamed of it.

🔴​You know he is bringing the sex toys with him soon enough. He's curious about the toys women use to please themselves and he finds a fondness for vibrators he can use remotely via an app. You just know that he is going to challenge you soon enough to walk around the apartment with the vibrator inside of you, never knowing when he will turn it on and watch you squirming and getting closer to release only to turn it off in the last minute, leaving you on edge with tears of frustration clinging to your eyelashes. Karma has even dared you to do this during work though that is where you refuse. You would like to keep your sex life and your work life separated. At least as good as you can with Karma as the devil on your shoulder. It's not like Karma hasn't gotten frisky with you in public before, chomping down on your neck or shoulders whilst his fingers are rubbing suggestively up and down your thighs or pinch your nipples. You pay him back quickly, pressing the heel of your palm or foot down on his crotch until you reach that blurry line between pain and pleasure that has him blushing mischievously. Whether the two of you make it home before you are all over each other or hurry up in a semi-secluded space is a gamble every time.

🔴​He's pulling up soon enough with the ropes, the ear muffles, the blind folds and the gags. He'd love to make you squirm whilst slowly taking one sense after another away from you. Just be nice and return the favor eventually when he is already tormenting you so wonderfully. Karma practices how to tie a knot whilst using you as a test subject and you just know that if he is in another mood, he will ask you to practice on him so he can watch hungrily whilst asking for you to tighten the ropes until his wrists burn and bruise. Whether he is topping or being submissive though, Karma always remains a smug bastard who taunts and teases you. You despise how turned on you are when the two of you get freaky and you slap his chest hard enough to leave a red handprint only for him to let out that sinful groan before asking for more. He loves receiving pain as much as he loves giving it which makes it difficult to complain when he wants you to do the same things to him that he does to you. He too wants all of his senses cut off eventually whilst being stimulated over and over again by your tongue or your fingers teasing his cock only to deny him his orgasm until his balls feel like they are about to explode. Torment is sweetest when shared after all.

Isogai Yuma

🟤​Even in the face of a possibly ugly obsession he never loses his head and makes sure to put more focus on you and your well-being instead doing the selfish thing of getting all stuck up on his own desires and wishes. He falls in love with soul and heart long before he falls in love with the body as to him your inner beauty is what captivates him first and foremost before he even starts looking at your body in any other way. Personally I believe that due to the closeness of everyone in Class 3-E he is less skittish or flustered when you aren't completely covered as the class has had plenty of fun swimming in lakes or on class vacations. His won arousal therefore comes less from a place of physical attraction but a strong desire to bond with you in every way possible. He isn't invested in porn, hentai or the strange other things other people his age get into because they find it 'hot'. It may even be that he was forced one time to watch hentai with some other boys of his class only to find himself not impressed nor aroused in the slightest. It just felt far too impersonal as the main audience was meant to be horny, young boys. To Yuma though the sex depicted lacked any trace of emotional intimacy which is what he wants to experience with you.

🟤Others may get naughty thoughts if they were to catch a glimpse of you getting naked or revealing a lot of skin. Yuma isn't that kind of person. He appreciates your body without getting hard over it which is why you are very comfortable around him. When he gets aroused, it isn't even necessarily in a setting where you wear something sexy to begin with. Yuma gets hard in moments of intense emotional intimacy which is what he strives to experience with you. The first time he actually gets a proper erection is during the half-year anniversary where the two of you celebrate six months of being together. His chest is aching in a warm and cozy way as he looks at you, breath stuttering when you return his gaze and give him a soft smile and before he knows it, he feels his pants tightening all of a sudden as his cock starts stirring beneath his clothes. Yuma doesn't let you notice it though as he tries to cover his lap, even excuses himself to the bathroom to try to adjust his erection so that it is less obvious. The longer this day goes on, the more prominent does the aching longing become though as his smile sometimes turn somewhat wary whenever the tip of his head leak pre-cum. Still, the entire day passes without you ever noticing it fully.

🟤​Most problematic of all is that Yuma cannot even properly jack off without you. That night he tries as he realises that his cock doesn't go down even after he has brought you home only to soon find out that it takes him a long time to cum when he is all alone. For painful minutes which stretch on like a torture device does he try to get off, his hand slick with pre-cum and his shaft red from the way he has his fist wrapped around it only for him to still not feel like he is close. His balls feel so tight like they are about to explode, abs clenching with every spark of pleasure yet it seemingly gets him nowhere. To the point where it slowly starts to become painful due to his body's inability to cum. That slowly causes Yuma to spiral down a quiet tunnel of desperation as ceasing the movement of his fists hurts even more. After nearly 20 minutes of getting nowhere, he gives in just a bit as he digs through the laundry and fishes out a hoody of his you love to wear. God, it still smells like you. With no confirmation and only sheer desperation and hope at this point, he hopes your scent will be enough to finally push him over the edge. Until eventually he sees the light as he finally cums, his release dripping down the floor as his eyes roll back.

🟤​It's a memory he looks back on in shame but it isn't the only one he makes. In fact similar ones are made soon after, all because his cock cannot keep it down whenever things get emotionally intense between the two of you. And Yuma tries to always hide it from you as he doesn't know whether you'd feel uncomfortable knowing that he gets aroused in situations where you simply wish to bear your heart for him. You aren't forever oblivious though. Eventually you become aware of the way he keeps on covering his lap with napkins or blankets and how he keeps on excusing himself to the bathroom. You are in fact at one point confident you have figured out what is going on but decide to keep quiet about it simply because you wish to observe to figure out if he will crack first under the pressure. Yuma does in fact exactly this as he has a suspicion too that you have already seen through him and has decided that he may as well finally be honest to you. It is a somewhat bashful conversation to have with you as the two of you have never had a serious discussion about it before. Yuma assures though that he won't initiate anything unless you explicitely desire the same from him. You have already made up your mind though. You want him.

🟤​As a service top, Yuma always sees it through that you are not only satisfied but also comfortable during the experience. He usually sticks to the bed as he wants you to lay on a soft surface so that your body doesn't hurt later and he also wants to keep it as private as possible as he wouldn't want to risk doing it somewhere where people could just walk in by accident. He never immediately stuffs his cock inside of you, no matter how wet you are already and how much you have teased yourself already. He always prepares you first, using his fingers or his tongue until you are completely soaked and somewhat stretched before he fishes his cock out of his pants and slowly pushes his entire length inside of you, shudders going down his spine whenever your walls clench around him. His tempo is slow and gentle, going for a relaxed pacing rather than pounding into your wet hole like a madman. He prefers positions where he can look into your eyes as eyecontact is really important for him. In fact seeing how you look at him with nothing but love works him up enough to the point where he may even cum a bit too quickly, hips stuttering as he loses himself in your gaze. He's a tad bit embarrassed in the moment but never truly ashamed.

🟤​The two of you often don't even fully undress at times. Neither of you feels the need to do so. Sometimes he's still in his shirt that isn't fully buttoned yet whilst you are still wearing his hoody, his pants just pulled down enough and your panties pushed aside so that he can thrust slowly into you. The only room outside of the bedroom where the two of you sometimes have sex is the bathroom. There is just something about sitting together in the bathtub in hot and steamy water and him guiding you on his lap to avoid having you lay down and accidentally swallow any water that is very relaxing for the both of you. His hands are always on your hips whenever you are on top of him, never fully controlling the pace but aiding you quietly should you struggle or lose your strength after a while. Yuma loves giving praise. He always compliments you and tells you how much he loves you and that doesn't change much even during sex. He always talks you through your orgasms, encouraging you and telling you how beautiful you look as your body shudders from the intense feeling of it. His aftercare is excellent as you make sure that you drink a glass of cold water or juice whilst making sure to massage any soreness out of your muscles.

Chiba Ryunosuke

🔫​Ryunosuke has always been difficult to read. Always so quiet and serious, you have a hard time getting any major emotional responses out of him. Not that you ever actually doubt his feelings for you as Ryunosuke can get rather intense in his own ways but sometimes you just wish that he would be a tad bit more open around you. It is difficult to read his mood due to his stoic nature and the fact that his bangs cover his eyes all of the time. Those reasons are precisely though why you don't catch on to the fact that Ryunosuke is in fact a bit of a closeted pervert. As someone who specialises in sniping, his eyesight is very good and he is quick to notice small details about people. You don't realise how his eyes quietly drag over your body when you walk around half-naked in the apartment or how his gaze drags over the outline of your body when the two of you go to a pool to cool down during hot summer days. Every drop of sweat sliding down your skin and every small shift of your curves is something he cannot help to not notice as he has trained himself to always take in all visual data his eyes can perceive. However, Ryunosuke never opens up about it. He himself is sort of sheepish about it all still.

🔫​You don't notice that he tends to peep and Ryunosuke quietly hates himself for doing it. In the moment he doesn't even consider whether to do it or not. He's just doing it. When the door is open just a sliver as you forgot to completely close it and he hears the sound of fabric being shuffled around, he ends up peeking through the narrow gap, immediately zooming in on the way you quickly change clothes. When you take a shower and don't bother to lock the door, he finds himself tempted to peep through the keyhole or even carefully opens the door just a bit in order to take a look. He doesn't know why watching you is basically enough to already make him half-hard. He doesn't only get excited when he watches you. It counts the other way around too. You too seem to have moments where you cannot help but peep on him when he is the one undressing though Ryunosuke is definitely quicker to notice it than you are. God, he can only quickly fumble with his pants and turn his back so you don't see how he shoves his half-hard erection in his pants, a dust of red on his cheeks as he's aware that you are watching him. A part of him is tempted to fish his cock out and give you a show but he refrains from doing so to not make you uncomfortable.

🔫​Then comes the day where he happens to catch you masturbate as he arrives earlier than he told you. He's just about to open the door to the bedroom when he hears the pattern of your breath behind it, different from what he is familiar with. Initially he only presses his ear against the frame, concentrating to pick up the rhythm of your deeper and faster breath. It's when the first airy moan carries over does he realise what is going on, his cock immediately stirring within his pants. He quietly opens the door just a bit, staring through the tiny gap to catch a glimpse of your figure on the bed, fingers shoved inside your panties as the blankets partially cover you. His view is obstructed due to the door but if he were to open it any further, he'd risk getting caught. So Ryunosuke has to take what he is given, his own breath turning more labored by the minute as he is gripping the doorknob tightly with one hand whilst he is grinding the heel of his hand against his erection with the other. All goes well until you kick off the blankets and pull your panties down, offering a full view of your slick pussy. In that moment he gets too excited as he leans forward before he stumbles forward, the door swinging open.

🔫​Both of you are too frozen in shock to initially do anything but stare at each other. All before you let out an embarrassed croak, pulling the sheets up your body. Ryunosuke meanwhile is scrambling up to both feet, cheeks still flushed and cock still straining against his pants as his mind starts racing with what to say. All for his eyes to eventually travel down the blanket to where your pussy is before he swallows and asks you if you could continue. That takes you by complete surprise. At least until one of his hands wanders down to the bulge in his pants, making you realise what is going on. So slowly and hesitantly you pull the sheets away, spreading your legs to give him a nice view of your wet cunt before your fingers start teasing your inner lips once more. As you start anew to tease yourself, Ryunosuke watches intensely, his gaze following the way your fingers pinch your clitoris and draw circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Until he cannot keep it in his pants any longer, undoing his zipper before he pulls out his own cock, the tip already leaking pearls of his pre-cum. For a moment he hesitates before his thumb starts teasing his tip, fingers wrapping around his pale shaft as he starts using his fist.

🔫​Both of you discover on that day that you have a thing for voyeurism and mutual masturbation after he has stained his fist in his own release and you have buried your fingers in your pussy, working towards your own orgasm. He has been peeping on you. You have been doing the same at times. So the two of you agree to just continue it only that now that you are aware he may be watching, you end putting on more of a show as you arch your back or bend down to give him a nice view of your ass, tempting Ryunosuke enough to the point he ends up pumping his cock in his fist in the hallway. You love giving him instructions on how to touch himself when he is jerking off in front of you, dictating the speed of his fist and when and how to tease the tip of his head. Meanwhile Ryunosuke is doing the same, telling you how to trace your fingers over your wet cunt and how many fingers to push inside of you whilst you spread your legs as wide as possible to give him the best view possible. Honestly, the two of you spend more times masturbating mutually than actually having classic sex. It's just more entertaining and interesting for the both of you though that is not to say you do not enjoy having his cock buried in your pussy at times.

🔫Soon enough the two of you continue those schemes even over the phone. You love sending him audios of yourself masturbating, making sure that you are wet and dripping enough so that there are audible squelching sounds as you push your fingers in and out of yourself. Ryunosuke likes to return the favor, sending you an audio of himself where he makes sure that you hear the slick sounds of his cock thrusting in his fist. Eventually one of you ends up calling the other as the two of you then continue your antics over the phone, giving instructions on how the other should please themselves whilst asking for descriptions of what said person is doing right now to themselves.​ One time you send him a picture of a reflection of your hands buried in your pussy and that's when Ryunosuke discovers that he likes the idea of you not only watching what he is doing to himself but also allowing you to observe yourself. So he starts buying a few mirrors and places them within the bedroom, allowing the both of you to actually observe yourselves too whilst masturbating. There's just something about watching your fingers pull in and out of your pussy and watching himself fucking his cock that adds to the experience.

Tomioka Giyu

🌊​Giyu has emotionally withdrawn himself ever since Sabito's death, suffering from survivor guilt as much as an imposter syndrome as he doesn't believe that he is truly worthy of the title as a Hashira. That honor should have belonged to Sabito who died saving him and so Giyu has been living his life ever since believing he is unworthy. That insecurity pushes its boundaries even through the love he is feeling for you as Giyu holds those thoughts and feelings, convinced that he isn't good enough for you. His obsession doesn't prevent him from stalking you of course as the threat of demons always lingers somewhere in his mind and if there is one thing he believes to be worse than trying to get closer to you, it would be failing to protect you. So he fulfills his role as a Hashira whilst staying away from you for the longest time as it requires a lot of initiation from your side until he actually feels courageous enough to be around you. Through his stoic facade though, Giyu is deep down a very desperate person. He wants affection and security but he doesn't know how to ask for it nor does he think he should do it in the first place. The best he can do is stare quietly at you with those blue eyes as if hoping you learn how to read his mind.

🌊​In Giyu's mind sex is not just a simple matter of pleasuring the body. It's something that is to be cherished and adored as he would never get that intimate with just anyone. He wants that person to be you. Admittedly, sex is something that he has never given much thought. As a Hashira there are more important things to be done than he has even time to get hard and up until the two of you get together, he never gives the thought of love any thoughts and therefore sex neither. The moment you decide to sneak into his life though, things change. Suddenly everything he never thought he had to worry about, he is worried about. He doesn't know how to do romance and quietly his mind is always racing as he wonders if he has messed up and ruined the one good thing in his life. It's through spending time with you that he also discovers that his libido is in fact intact. All he needed was just the right person for his dick to finally activate. That's how Giyu finds himself in uncomfortable situations as suddenly his cock stirs to life when you get too close and give him a kind smile, his heart doing sommersaults whilst he can feel a dent forming in his pants. Luckily his uniform covers it most of the time.

🌊​He doesn't touch himself though. He doesn't even think about it. For whatever reasons Giyu decides that he doesn't want to pleasure himself. It would just feel wrong to jerk off whilst letting his thoughts run wild as he doesn't want to soil you even in his thoughts. A motivation that lies deeper though that Giyu wants to completely save himself for you even if he is unsure how to approach you about such a topic. So he does everything else to forget about that persistent problem within his pants from training more excessively to attempting to sleep it off. Giyu probably thinks he is being discreet but you adapt well to his guarded and stoic facade as you learn to read him better. That's why you know what he is trying to hide from you as he starts to flinch when you show more skin than he is used to or shuffles away from physical affection you like to give him because once he is hard, even the smallest kiss would have his cock pulse with need. Initially you decide to wait and see if he is going to do anything only to realise that you are going to have to take the first step once more. You're going to need a plan and so you decide to take him to a ryokan with a private onsen so that the two of you can unwind.

🌊​Initially Giyu is against the idea of joining you naked in the onsen only to cave in eventually as need wins over and he keeps on glancing at you enjoying the hot water. At first he is far too modest, creating a distance between the two of you only for you to beckon him closer until he's hugging you from behind. He swears it's the hot water and the steam for why his face is flushed but as you start to turn around in his arms and face him, it becomes obvious the heat isn't the only reason. It's not responsible for the way his cock starts to twitch in his lap either. There's no attempt to stop you as you seek Giyu's lips out, settling on his lap as your hips start to gently sway back and forth, teasing his hardening cock. He's processing it all at first, blue eyes widening slightly before calloused hands settle on your hips, pulling you closer as his own hips start thrusting upwards. There's this moment where you align his cock with your entrance where he pulls away for one short breath, asking you if this is what you want. You don't need to answer. He knows what you mean when you dive back for another kiss, hands on your hips as he assists you to settle down on his cock, fingers twitching as you begin to tighten around him immediately.

🌊​Giyu isn't vocal. Aside from deep pants and grunts of pleasure when your walls clench around him, he doesn't talk much. What you notice though is that he grows physically needy. Every passing minute he pulls you closer to him until you are flush against his sweaty skin, still feeling his hands pressing you closer as if he is trying to crawl into your skin and stay there for eternity. Distance during sex is something he cannot handle. He needs to touch you and he needs to be touched and he constantly reminds you of that. Your hands are never unoccupied as they are always either resting on his shoulders, scratching his back, are tangled in his thick hair or are intertwined with his own. The moment Giyu notices your hands aren't touching him somehow, his own hands pull them towards him to silently remind you to keep on touching him. His sex positions reflect that need for closeness. Missionary is a classic, blue eyes constantly observing your expressions as if deep down still afraid he'll mess it up. Giyu loves spooning too for sleepy sex where he simply pulls you closer from behind and keeps your back pressed against his chest as he slowly pushes himself into your warm and pulsing hole, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear.

🌊​It is ironic that the Water Hashira has a thing for fucking you whilst taking a bath. After a long mission where his muscles and back hurt though, there are few things more relaxing than taking a hot bath. Being able to make love to you too is only adding to him being able to unwind from the mission. As mentioned before, Giyu doesn't like distance. So if he is gone for a longer while, the first thing he needs as soon as he returns isn't rest or a doctor but physical closeness to you which often leads to sex. That's how you find your body half submerged, ripples dancing across the surface of the water every time Giyu thrusts into you, the humid air causing drops of sweat to trail down his face and body. It doesn't take away from his stamina as a Hashira though as Giyu is fully capable of going for a few rounds before he too gets tired. He always takes subtle control even when you are the one riding him as his hands on your hips always slow you down or speed you up when either of you is close before he flips you over when he wants to melt his body even closer to yours. He needs his cuddles afterwards, basking in the pleasure and the closeness alike which is why he never lets you leave his side immediately after.

Hei

🖤​What you should keep in mind is that Hei is someone who is very familiar with taking on different identities and personalities for his missions. The mask and what lies behind it often becomes a tad bit blurry as a result as he is treated more like an efficient weapon than a human being who is cherished and respected. In fact you meet him whilst he is in such a disguise. You refer to him by a fake name and you get attached to a person who doesn't exist as it is merely a facade Hei has slipped into for his next mission. Yet Hei falls for the real you. Contractors usually do not have much emotions yet his are certainly going haywire when he is around you and it throws him somewhat off his game. Yet he continues to play the role as you seem to like this version of his and he doesn't know how he should explain the truth to you. Hei leads you on and he is fully aware of it yet he keeps on going nonetheless. He probably feels some level of guilt though that never stops him from pushing on. Perhaps he is just a terrible person but as long as no complications arise, he sees no reasons for stopping it. Together with his emotions, his libido too soon starts to get active and Hei finds him in a rather fascinationg position.

🖤​Never before has he ever had much problems with his libido as his focus has always been elsewhere. Your existence leads his entire body to reboot though and soon enough he finds that his stalking attempts backfire spectacularly in that sense. Initially he begins to stalk you merely to gether information and because he feels easier to have a constant surveillance on you. That too is his reasoning for planting small cameras and microphones throughout your apartment. His intentions are initially by no means of lewd intention. By having constant surveillance on you though, he somehow didn't calculate in that it would naturally mean that he too would witness you in your most intimate moments. Imagine his shock the first time he watches you masturbating, your fingers toying with your clit as your panties are pushed aside. The soft sound of sheets being shuffled around and the soft panting of your breath fills his ears as he stares at the monitor, so drawn in that he notices a bit too late how his own pants have suddenly gotten very restrictive as his cock has gotten hard. That's when he can only throw his head back and let out a groan, eyes still cracked open to observe your figure masturbating on the bed.

🖤​It is strange. He has seen you dressed in only underwear before or has you seen walk around even naked yet that has never awoken something within him. It appears that he enjoys it only if he knows you are getting pleasured as the tightness in his pants only appears when you are currently touching yourself. After the initial confusion, Hei just embraces this desire though. Whenever you happen to pleasure yourself whilst he is watching, he follows your example by palming his own erection through his pants before he eventually hastily pulls the zipper down, pulling out his throbbing cock as he starts to stroke himself to the movement of your fingers and the way your back arches gently off the bed whenever you get closer to your own orgasm. No matter how long or quick you may masturbate, Hei always follows your lead, no matter how much he has cum by that point. He cannot continue if your mind is focused on something else, stopping the moment you are done basking in the fading pleasure of it all. His taste for voyeurism has already been established by that point for as long as he can watch you pleasuring yourself, he doesn't even need to be inside you in order to cum.

🖤His first time with you is when you are still of the belief that he is someone he really isn't yet Hei doesn't stop you. He just follows along because if you initiate it, he doesn't have to feel any guilt. Also, the moment you make it clear that you are in the mood, he is immediately hard himself. His body really does only get bricked up when you are aroused yourself. However, he needs to see you touching yourself up close and he asks you if you could do this for him as well. And at that point you gladly indulge him, offering him the best view possible as you tease your inner lips slowly, pressing your thumb over your clitoris as you watch Hei from the mattress, noticing how his eyes are glued to the movement of your hands. It doesn't take long before he frees his own cock from his pants, matching the tempo of his strokes with the movement of your fingers. The moment your body shudders for the first time, he's suddenly on you. Taking your sticky fingers in his mouth as he sucks your slick off of your digits before his mouth suddenly latches on your clitoris, sucking the sensitive nub whilst his tongue teases the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, your thighs immediately pulling him closer as you begin to rock against his face.

​🖤​It's kind of obvious that he much rather has you using your own fingers or using his tongue than just strictly sticking to hammering his cock into your pussy. There's just something about tasting your juices or the way you learn to shut him up by slipping your fingers through your wet folds before shoving the sticky digits in his mouth that has the eyes roll back in his head, tongue cleaning your fingers of your own arousal as his hips grind against the mattress. It's not like he struggles to cum himself, his own fist almost rubbing the reddened skin on his cock raw as his tongue is buried within your wet heat, your thighs clenching around his head as his pants have your pussy shudder. He definitely has asked you to sit on his face before, his tongue mercilessly driving into you whilst you took the liberty to wrap your fingers around his cock, jerking him off to express your gratitude for the work his tongue is putting in. 69 is one of his favourite positions, allowing him to eat you out whilst simultaneously feeling your pretty lips wrap around his shaft, wetting his cock with your saliva as you suck him off. Fuck, whenever his balls tighten he hopes he tastes even half as good to you as your juices taste to him.

🖤​Obviously things are difficult when his real identity is revealed to you. It requires him to abduct you after all to keep you safe from any other Contractors who may find out about you and target you. There are bigger problems then than being able to have sex with you though if you do require help if you should feel horny, he would be all too happy to help. With the secret out of the way though, Hei is able to actually use his abilities on you. He is able to discharge electricity and whilst he can create enough of it to kill a grown man, he uses it in much smaller outputs on you. The first time you feel a sudden zap going through your pussy, you kick him in his face out of shock. It's not necessarily painful to you but it is unexpected and nothing you have ever felt, leaving your pussy to spasm in the aftershock. However, it isn't bad. In fact over time it becomes even enjoyable as every shock of electricity delivers a humming kind of overstimulation throughout your pussy, straddling a fine line between intense pleasure that is just shy of bordering on mild pain. So soon you actively demand Hei to use his powers on you in such erotic ways, legs scrambling the moment his fingers trace around your clitoris before he zaps you.

Shinmon Benimaru

❤️‍🔥​Normally someone who is rather calm and laidback, you'd definitely be surprised by how much of a closeted pervert Benimaru tends to be. You definitely know that he can be very hot-tempered when someone angers him and that he is low-key very possessive of you but you do not see it coming that this hot-blooded passion very much applies for his sexual appetite as well. How could you when he wears loose robes on purpose and never makes any advances? God, he is kind of buffering as he tries to come up with a sentence to start this conversation and the reason why he doesn't make any movements is because the two of you spend so much time in the station and he doesn't want to risk that Hikage and Hinata walk in on something they are too young for. A naive part of him maybe hopes he can even fool Konro only to fail very much in that regard as his Vice-Captain very much knows what is going on. Obviously Konro is not judging Benimaru but he is definitely going to have to lead a helping hand to avoid any awkward situations in the future. After all Benimaru can only masturbate so much under the shower to try to keep his raging boner under control before eventually others may notice the erection hidden under loose robes.

❤️‍🔥​So Konro arranges for the two of you to enjoy a two day trip in a private ryokan and only after he has promised he will handle everything and has all but pushed Benimaru out of the station. After all he has been relentlessly pushing himself with training in hopes that exercises would help only to figure out that more adrenaline and exhaustion only made for a more persistent erection. So Benimaru is already half-bricked by the time the two of you are on your ways, every whiff of scent or the way you press your body against his enough to make him flinch to prevent from leaning in and sniffing your hair. It's a very rare and relaxing time where you have Benimaru completely to yourself and he would lie if he were to claim that he doesn't enjoy being on a trip with just you. You are most excited for the private onsen within your room though and plan to take a long and relaxing bath in at night. Benimaru not so much as he wouldn't be able to hide his hard cock anymore so he initially refuses to join you, trying his damn hardest to not let his eyes roam over the curves of your naked body. Obviously that finally makes you suspicious as you scrutinise him closely before suddenly there is a look that tells him you have caught on.

❤️‍🔥​He surprisingly enough doesn't deny it when you ask him if he's umcomfortable because he's aroused. When you ask him to undress, he is still hesitating until you stand up as if threatening to do it yourself which leads him to quietly comply as he pulls his loose pants down. The raging dent within his underwear is as obvious as it can get and he has to curl his hands into fists when you stare at his cock before beckoning him closer with your hand. All that initial resistance only to still wind up sitting next to you in the hot spring, mismatched eyes looking at you as if anticipating your next move more than dreading it. And you truly do not disappoint as you soon end up sitting on his lap, your back pressed against his chest. You're acting like you are not doing anything but he notices how your backside is grinding against his cock, causing his nostrils to flare as he warns you to not tease him. You don't listen though, only throwing him a short glance over your shoulder before you drop your head against his chest. What a minx. Seems like he wasn't the only one after all who has been quietly fantasising without ever confessing any desires. So without further ado, his hands quickly grab your hips before he guides you down to sit on his cock.

❤️‍🔥​His grip on your hips remains firm as he bounces you up and down his cock, cursing under his breath every time your walls clench around his thick cock. Strands of sweaty hair cling to his forehead but his hold on you never loosens, controlling the tempo completely as all you can do is sit on him and take it, your toes curling and your hands hitting the water repeatedly as you have nothing to grab onto. You have seen that he is deliciously thick but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of being so utterly filled. You are stretched out completely every time he bottoms out, pressing against every sensitive spot within you that has your legs flailing around due to the stimulation. Your hips ache when he feels his balls tightening, fingers digging into your hipbone as he yanks you completely down on his length, face pressing into the back of your neck as he lets out a grunt before his sticky release is shot into you. Yet even through the pain of his fresh release he doesn't stop, barely stopping to catch his breath for three seconds before he is back to bouncing you up and down his shaft again, grunting out that he needs one more time. One more time then becomes two more times, then three and before you know it, you're close to passing out.

❤️‍🔥​The stamina of this man is something else but it really shouldn't surprise you. Benimaru is honestly closer to a monster than a human being when it comes to his powers so no wonder he has the matching stamina. Otherwise you cannot explain how he is able to remain hard even after he has just emptied his balls with a big load, barely pausing before he is back to pounding into your slick pussy whilst your legs are swung over his shoulders whilst you are unable to do anything but take him. It's always the promise of one last time from his side even though both of you are well aware he doesn't mean it even after the third or fourth time. You allow yourself to be overstimulated until you cannot go on any more but at least Benimaru pulls out when he realises you are on the brink of exhaustion, groaning shortly in frustration before he pulls out of your soaking hole. He always excuses himself into the bathroom later on to beat his meat a few more times to get his dick to be semi-soft again. Lazy attitude aside, Benimaru is always the dominant one. Even during sleepy sex where he lets you do most of the work his hands are still on your hips to guide you, half-opened eyes taking in the movement of your body.

❤️‍🔥​As your first time was in a hot spring, you didn't notice. The next time Benimaru has you pressed beneath him though, you realise that his body heats up once he starts thrusting into your wet pussy. Perhaps it is because he is a pyrokinetic but you end up sweating buckets every time the two of you have sex and he isn't faring much better, his sweat dripping down on your body as you can only whine when you realise that even his cock heats up whilst drilling into you, leading to an entirely different kind of overstimulation that actually has you squirting the moment his hot cum fills you up. Benimaru does enjoy the mess the two of you always end up being but he still has you drink up an entire bottle of water afterwards to make up for all the body fluid you just lost. Possessive sex is also definitely something he ends up doing when someone ends up being a bit too comfortable around you and you let them. He never says anything in the moment but when the two of you are alone later on somewhere he definitely has you bend over quickly, hands taking their usual place on your hips as he fucks into you, complaining to you about the balls of the other person to get so cozy to you when they can never have you bend over for them like he can,

Hibari Kyoya

🐤​If there is one thing that you know by now, it is that if Kyoya wants something, he makes it very clear towards you. He isn't suggesting or asking for any favours. He tells you that he wants something and he expects you to follow along. You listen to him. It is this straightforward and no-nonsense nature that has trapped you in this relationship from a very early point on. Kyoya says that he wants you to be his like an announcement and then makes sure that it also becomes true. He has never asked you officially. He one day simply declares that you are his and makes afterwards sure no one else gets any naive ideas, you included. The topic of sex is very similarly approached by him. He isn't disgusted or ashamed that he gets hard as much as he is irritated as it interferes with his job. Then again, his irritation and sexual frustation does seem to fuel his flames so there is at least some form of positive outcome of it all. Nevertheless, he soon approaches you once more to tell you that he would very much prefer if the two of you could soon take this relationship to the next step. He believes he has given you enough time to adjust. What this means for you though is that he is going to make advances very soon.

🐤​Indeed, a few days later Kyoya begins initiating more physical affection than you are familiar with as he isn't a fan of it normally. However, your body reacts very much to your unwillingness and fear as you lean away out of instinct. The mistake is realised too late from your side as you can only stare at Kyoya with wide eyes, dread bubbling up within the pit of your stomach as you expect the worst. He has never been kind when you ignored or broke any of his established rules for you. Surprisingly enough besides a very frightening glare he doesn't do anything aside from pulling away and leaving you alone for the rest of the day. You know better than to feel any relief though. You know he is watching and you don't know if him seeing you being relieved would only offend him more. Also, you know that just because he decided to respect your boundaries once doesn't mean he'll do it every time. It may just be a one time thing. You don't know how far you can push it and you don't have the courage to test it out either. So after pounding over it the entire day and night, you decide that the next time he initiates something, you'll just submit before things turn out even worse for you. This is just your life now.

🐤​So the next time Kyoya starts sliding his hands over your body, you stand still. It's by no means any motivation from your side for what is to come but it is obedience and he is going to accept this for now. However, he hasn't forbidden your first act of disobedience a few days prior. He lets you know that when his kiss turns biting quite literally, his teeth digging into your lower lips until you wince as blood starts welling up. He wastes little time at all, instructing you to undress yourself whilst he watches how you strip yourself of your layers of clothing whilst he remains fully clothed for now. It is just another way to establish the power dynamic between the two of you as his eyes roam over your nude body before he tells you to lay on your stomach and lift your hips up. You do as he says, torn apart between not looking to see what he is about to do or looking at him to do that precisely. For a full minute nothing happens though, only making you more anxious before he stands up and walks over, one of his calloused palms smoothing over one of your ass cheeks before he gives it a firm spank, the sound echoing through the room as you can only bite your lip to not wince out loud. And before you know it, his fingers push inside you.

🐤​He never prepares you very thoroughly though and you suspect that it's on purpose. You're not completely dry by the time he bottoms out into you but you aren't wet enough either to claim that the stretch isn't painful anymore. It burns in a way you have never quite experienced as he fills you up in one ruthless thrust, not giving you any time to settle and adjust before his hips start snapping forward. Kyoya expects your body to work to take him properly which is why he rarely ever gives you any time to work around him. You take what you give him and are going to be grateful for it. That's the way things have always been and how they are always going to be. Perhaps if you would behave better outside the bedroom too, he might be inclined to prepare you a bit better. As of now you'll have to live with the little foreplay he provides you with. With your face shoved into the pillow and your ass in the air, you can only let out muffled cries and moans every time his hand spanks you the moment you lower your hips even a bit as your body gets tired, a scowl on his face as he tells you to keep your hips lifted like this for him. If you are tired from this position already, you just wait until he forces you into something even more uncomfortable to have access to your hole.

🐤​If you have a bit of a mouth, Kyoya is going to put it to other use. If you are being very brash with your words, he is going to have you kneel in front of him. Cold eyes staring down at you as he tells you to pull his zipper down and fish out his cock from his pants, watching you very closely as you have no choice but do so. Your face is already burning with humiliation and shame, hands shaking even as he instructs you to start pleasuring him, keeping an iron hand on your head as you start to use your hands, sliding them up and down his shaft and cringing when the feeling of pre-cum starts spreading on your palm. Once he is hard enough, he has you drop your hands to the side before he demands from you to open your mouth, fingers digging harsher into your skull if you hesitate. So you can only open your jar as wide as you can, trying not to choke around him as he thrusts his entire length into you in one brutal motion, the tip of his cock hitting your throat. For minutes you can only do your best to not gag as you try to breathe around his length, moving your head back and forth as spit starts slipping down your chin. The moment he feels himself coming, he makes sure to shoot it all down your throat. And you better swallow it.

Your soulmate must either be an assassin or highly accident-prone. Or maybe both. Or maybe—

“Well, we don't have all day! Come on! Clock in!” Fuyumi exclaimed, and you just huffed but did as told and clocked in for your shift.

You spotted him approximately three hours into what should’ve been a regular shift. It wasn’t too busy, what with finals week at the local university just having finished the week prior. He looked to be around your age, maybe a student at the college?

Either way, you couldn’t deny he was attractive. With black hair and dark eyes, he was sitting with his back to the wall and sitting next to an older gentleman in a coat and a hat.

You watched him in between making drinks and cleaning tables. He seemed to be people-watching and listening to the older man talk. They spoke in hushed tones, almost like people sharing information that should be best kept secret.

There was a poke to your neck, right where your bruise was. You flinched and swallowed a reprimand as you turned to see Fuyumi looking shocked. “What?” You ask, and she shushes you quickly, pulling you into the back where she can peek around into the lobby without being seen.

Without looking, she reaches over and jabs you in the neck again, where the bruise is throbbing from her previous poke. “Ow!” You yelp, and she all but smothers you with a hand. “Sh! I’m testing something!” She whispers and pokes you again.

At this point, you’re swatting her away. “Stop poking me! It hurts!” You complain, and she just rolls her eyes, “Stop being a baby. I think I just found your soulmate!” She whispered.

That gets you to stop.

In fact, you almost trip from where you were about to head out into the fray of customers again. “What do you mean? Just from poking my bruise?” You ask, stupefied, and Fuyumi rolls her eyes again. “Man, you are dense. He’s out there! The guy you were making heart eyes at when he was talking to someone else! He has the exact bruise on the side of his neck, and he flinches every time I poke yours!” She exclaims, and then you peek out into the lobby.

The young man is still there, looking around and rubbing the bruise on his neck that you hadn’t noticed before. Now that you’re seeing it, it does look like yours… It’s mottled pinks and purples and partially hidden by his button-down shirt. But it looks an awful lot like yours…

It’s then that he looks up, and your eyes meet.

It’s like fireworks explode, and there’s an instant connection. While it feels like it lasts for hours, it lasts for a little more than a second because Fuyumi jabs your side and breaks your trance. “Quit it!” You hiss, and she pulls you back before you fall out into his line of sight again.

The young man becomes a regular after that.

You don't know if he knows. About the whole soulmate thing. But he doesn't seem like a total idiot, so you just assume he does, in fact, know you are his soulmate.

At least, you hope you are.

Because this would be really embarrassing if you were wrong.

Fuyumi immediately ships the two of you together despite the fact that the most interaction you've had is taking his coffee order every day. You both learn his name is Li Shengshun. He's a university student and odd job connoisseur. He gets the same thing every time. That in and of itself isn't odd, it's just… His order is a bit strange if you had to say so yourself.

He gets a large black coffee. And then proceeds to add an obscene amount of cream and sugar to make it so sweet you aren't sure his teeth haven't rotted out of his head and he has dentures instead.

But that doesn't stop the bruises from forming.

A large bruise that was suspiciously shaped, similar to that of a size ten boot. That one feels like your ribs are broken, and you call out for two days after the fact.

At one point, it feels like you've been hit with a bat upside the head and lost a tooth. A quick look in the mirror exposes that as a lie.

Just what did your soulmate do for a living? Did he fight in illegal fighting rings? Was he relentlessly bullied?

You just hoped he was okay.

Li was late.

You checked the clock as it ticked right past eight-thirty. That was odd… He was always here right on the dot, right at eight-thirty, as if it was the most important part of his day!

Fuyumi came up front with a fresh tray of pastries and paused.

"Is Li not here yet?" She asked, and you shook your head. You could count on one hand in the last six months when he was late. And each time, a new injury showed up within a few hours.

So that didn't help your racing mind at all.

"I think something is wrong." You mumble and she frowns, checks the back, and makes a shooing motion.

"Go on then." She hissed, and you froze.

"What?" Her shooing motion became more exaggerated.

"No one is here. I can handle this myself. Go find your lover boy. You seriously owe me, though." She said, physically pushing you at this point and out the front door before you can say another word.

You find him collapsed in an alleyway.

You had been wandering aimlessly at this point, checking the occasional alley when you found him.

"Li?!" Your shriek has people turning heads, but they ultimately pay you no mind as you sprint down the alley toward the familiar shape of your maybe-soulmate. He's sitting with a hand pressed to his side, where the suspiciously shaped boot bruise is.

And he's bleeding.

Which isn't good.

You are stripping off your work-issued apron and pressing it against the wound. He's dressed in an all black coat with a high collar, and you spy a white mask at his side next to a long dual-bladed knife.

"Hey." He grunts and hisses in pain as you press the apron harder against the injury. Your own agony flares, and you nearly black out at the sensation.

Your mother had always said you were a wimp when it came to pain.

"What happened?!" You demand, and he shakes his head,

"Can't say, not safe." He wheezes, and you are no doctor, but he looks paler than normal, and his movements are getting sluggish.

Is he dying? Is this what dying looked like?

You were not prepared for this.

"I need to get you to a hospital." You say, and once again, he shakes his head.

"They're watching." That's all he manages before passing out.

It takes a long time, but eventually you make it back to your apartment that you shared with Fuyumi. Li was semi-conscious and could barely walk, but barely walking was still walking, so you did your best to support his weight as the two of you stumbled through the streets of Tokyo.

Fuyumi was still at work, but she had been blowing up your phone the entire time. You still had yet to respond.

You barely managed to set Li down somewhat gently on the couch, kick the door shut, and took a minute to just… breathe.

Something he was doing very shallowly and weakly.

But hey, at least he was breathing.

"Right… First aid…" You mumble and go to stand when his hand darts out and grabs your own. His eyes are screwed shut, but his grip is surprisingly strong. Gently, you work your hand out of his grip, "I'm going to get first aid supplies, I'll be back." You say and your heart races when he mumbles your name.

Rummaging through your bathroom cabinet takes longer than you hoped. Half of the supplies have expired, but hopefully, there was something you could use to save the man currently bleeding out on your couch.

He's sitting up when you come back in with an amalgamation of medical supplies in your arms. Ace bandages, gauze, some painkillers, and ointment that you are pretty sure won't help.

The apron you had bunched and tied around his wound is discarded on the coffee table, and he's in the middle of shedding his coat when you drop the supplies next to him.

"How can I help?" You ask, and he looks at you warily. That was something you had never seen in your time knowing him. He was timid and kind and gentle, not… Like this…

He doesn't say anything, so you try again,

"You're safe for now. No one will find you here. So let me help." You say, and he sighs, but gestures for the gauze pads.

Patching Li up takes less time than you initially imagined it would. He's an excellent teacher, walking you through how to stitch up what turns out to be a knife wound in his side on top of the bruise that's already there. You almost pass out four separate times, but Li keeps you grounded and focused.

"Thank you." He says after downing some painkillers and goes to stand. He was leaving? No way!

And he promptly falls over back onto the couch when you gently push.

"You aren't going anywhere until those kick in." You say sternly, and he scowls.

"It's not safe for me here. Or for you." He says, and you cross your arms,

"Why not?"

"Dangerous people are looking for me."

"Dangerous how?"

"They are the ones who injured me. They'll kill you."

"Then you should hide out here for a few hours."

"No."

Frustration gets the better of you at this point, and you throw your arms in the air.

"You're impossible, Li." You grumble and he winces.

"That isn't my name."

That gets you to stop dead in your tracks. And you stare at him. And stare. And stare. He winces again and manages to stand.

"What else have you not been telling me? We're soulmates, aren't we?" Your voice thunders into the quiet, even though it's little more than a whisper.

"I don't know if I can tell you everything yet… I live a dangerous life. And soulmate or not, you'll be in danger around me."

"But can I at least know your name? Your real one, I mean." You say quietly, and he looks at you, surprised for a moment. Then, a small smile crosses his handsome face, and he says,

Suou’s feet hurt, but she dare not say anything for fear of being on the receiving end of Hei’s wrath. Her eyes burned, yet there were no tears. 

Was she truly just a copy? Just a fake created by her so-called brother? 

Hei stops at the top of his steps with no warning, making Suou run into his back. He’s carrying July, Mao being on Suou’s shoulder. 

“Hey! What’s the—”

He says a name. 

Breathless. 

Like he never expected to see this person again. 

Like the whispers of spring on the wind sweeping in and bringing new life. 

Was that… Hope?

Suou peeks around his broad shoulders and sees you. 

You stand beside a telescope, staring right at them with your eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Suou can’t really tell, but you look like you’re trembling. 

“Hei?” Your voice is equally as breathless, as if you were seeing a ghost. Like you can’t believe what or rather who you’re seeing. 

Hei says the name again—Suou realizes it’s your name—and then you take a hesitant step forward. 

“Is it really you?” Your voice cracks, hope disappearing when Hei doesn’t move. Suou can tell that Hei can tell that you’re not entirely convinced that it’s really him, so he sets July down and approaches you. 

“It’s me.” He whispers, his own voice breaking in a way that Suou had never heard before. He reaches forward, gently cupping your cheek, and you lean into the touch, tears welling up and falling down your face as you grasp the hand holding your cheek. 

Suou feels as if she’s interrupting something special and intimate. Like a moment between two lovers who hadn’t been near each other in forever. 

She finds out that’s exactly what’s going on.

But it isn’t until they have a place to stay that she discovers this. 

Instead of the safe house that Hei had initially planned on staying at, you insisted on them all piling into your little apartment. 

Something about not letting a couple of kids stay out in the cold. 

“Suou, you and July can take my bed. It’s a queen size, so you both should fit just fine. Hei, you can have the guest bedroom.” You say quietly as you unlock the front door.

“We can’t thank you enough.” Mao pipes up as the four of you take off your shoes. He’s perched on Suou’s head as she bends to remove her boots. You look back at them with a tight smile.

“It’s not a problem.” You reply, and Suou can’t help but notice the gaping chasm between you and Hei. 

“Where will you sleep?” Hei cuts in, and you shrug as you set down the trunk containing your telescope.

“The couch,” You reply, and before he can say anything, you hold up a hand. 

“You’ve had a long day. You all need some rest. Wake me up if you need anything,” You say, and there isn’t another word said for the rest of the night. 

Suou wakes up somewhere near four in the morning, aching for water. Her throat and mouth are as dry as she’d imagine a desert to be. So, she gets out of bed quietly so as to not disturb July and Mao who are sleeping next to her. She tip-toes out of your bedroom and down the hall, where she finds the kitchen light on. A frown pulls at the corners of her mouth. 

Who is awake at this hour?

Apparently, you and Hei. 

You are sat at the kitchen table, Hei across from you, with only the light above the sink illuminating the front room. She spies the pull-out couch with rumpled blankets and pillows. 

Apparently, you couldn’t sleep either. 

Hei reaches across the table, his back to Suou, but pauses when you flinch away. 

“I thought you were dead.” You croak through your tears and Hei tenses. Suou can tell in the lines of his shoulders and how he holds himself that he’s hurting. 

“I thought you were too. After everything with the Gate—I’m just—I’m sorry.” He says.

That was it. No flowery words. Just a simple apology. 

You look over at him and finally take his hand.

“I forgive you.” You whisper. Your voice is so soft and tender that Suou could cry. Like a butterfly’s wing caressing her cheek. Or the soft rain after a drought. 

You stand then, pulling Hei into the light and into a tight hug. He leans in and presses his mouth to yours in a sweet kiss. He holds you with such gentleness that Suou didn’t even know he was capable of. 

Suou once again feels like she’s watching in on something that should be private. 

But she also can’t bring it in her to look away. 

At least until you pull away and look right at Suou. 

“It seems we have an audience.” You muse, and Hei whips around, gripping the knife on his belt as if prepared for an intruder. Suou flinches back into the shadows but your warm smile gives her pause. 

“Go to bed, Suou,” Hei says harshly, and you thump your hand on his chest. 

He doesn’t even flinch.

“Be nice to her, Hei.” You tease and extend a hand toward her. “I know the apartment gets cold, but I keep it that way to keep my bills down. Are you thirsty?” You say, and Suou nods hesitantly. 

“Is it alright if I have some water?” You nod and fill her a glass. 

Once she has her cup, she heads back to bed. As she turns to thank you one last time, she catches you slow dancing with Hei to music only you can hear. You lean up and kiss him again, and she knows then that she shouldn’t interrupt.

Abruptly, you realize he’s still staring, having extended a hand to help you up. You take it hastily,

“Uh… yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! Sorry for almost knocking over your telescope!” You quickly bite your tongue to keep from rambling. He pulls you to your feet easily, an apologetic smile on his face.

“It’s alright. I should have said something when I noticed you.” He says, and you huff out a laugh. It’s high and reedy, filled with nervousness, and you’re mentally kicking yourself. 

“I really should have been watching where I was going.” You retort almost playfully.

The conversation dies down before you brush off the seat of your work trousers and jab a thumb in the direction you were initially heading. 

“I really got to head home. Gotta feed my cat and all. It was nice meeting you…” He jolts as if not expecting you to speak. He’s speechless for a few moments before shaking your outstretched hand,

“Li Shengshun.” He says simply, and you grin, offering your own name in return. 

The two of you part ways, and you honestly don’t expect to see him again.

Until… you do.

You meet Li next at a work function. 

Some fancy-schmancy gala that you really didn’t want to go to. But hey, you were being paid to schmooze with rich folks, so you really couldn’t complain. Not when your job was on the line. 

So there you are, dressed to the nines in a smart-looking black dress and heels, nursing a glass of wine and laughing at some joke that wasn’t all that funny, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

And you turn to see Li Shengshun looking sheepish and uncomfortable. 

“Li? What are you doing here?” You hiss, and he offers a crooked smile. 

“Working, how about you?” He replies, and you sneak away from the group to follow the young man. 

You really hope he isn’t about to murder you or something.

No… he seems too sweet for that.

“It’s a work function. I have to be here.” You groan, and he lets out a quiet laugh. You glare and swat at him with an indignant “Don’t laugh at me!” He ducks under your sorry attempt at a hit with ease. The two of you make it to the hallway, and the noise from the gala dies down as the doors swing shut.

You lean against the wall and sigh, head thumping against it with your eyes closed. Your heels make your feet ache, and the wine makes your head spin slightly. 

Your friends had always said you were a bit of a lightweight.

“You okay?” Li asks, and you open your eyes to look at him. He has that same look of concern as when you first met. You shrug,

“I’m feeling absolutely smashing.” You say, and your words slur a bit. 

As you begin to sway, he holds you upright. And when you say you feel like you are about to throw up, he gets you to the restroom and makes sure you don’t vomit on your clothes or on the floor.

Perhaps you were more drunk than you thought. 

Hopefully, your boss doesn’t see you like this.

“Thank you, Li.” You mumble once he gets you situated in a taxi that is going to take you home. You have the window rolled down and are leaning out to say goodbye to the young man. 

But… instead of brushing you off… he offers that slightly crooked smile and shakes his head,

“It’s not a problem. Get home safe, yeah?” He says, and you nod, waving as the taxi pulls out into traffic.

“That was nice of your boyfriend.” The cabby comments, and you hide a surprised noise with a forced cough. 

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… just a friend.” You say, and the driver just laughs.

Could you call him a friend?

Surely, he thought of you as a nuisance. You took him away from his job and nearly broke his telescope. Undoubtedly, he thought you were annoying.

Right? 

You begin to see Li everywhere after that. 

Well… maybe not everywhere, but you see him around more often than you don’t now.

It’s a bit odd at first. But you discover later that it’s because Li lives in the area and does odd jobs at all hours. 

“So, what do you do for a living?” He asks one day as you are walking home from work. He had taken to walking with you when he gets home around the same time, seeing as you both usually got off the bus at the same stop. 

“Me? Oh… well… I’m a secretary for a businessman. Coordinate meetings and all that.” You explain sheepishly. Li takes it in stride, nodding once as he takes in the information. 

“So, do you work in like a big business?” He asks, and you shrug, 

“I guess? I mean, my boss does business with PANDORA and their resea—I wasn’t supposed to say that.” You cut yourself off once you realize you almost spilled some very important secrets to a civilian. 

And, of course, Li had to pick up on it. 

You’re discovering he’s much more perceptive than he lets on. 

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye in interest,

“PANDORA? That’s the people who research Hell’s Gate, right?” He says, and you nod grumpily. You were usually better at keeping secrets than this! But something about Li made you want to spill everything.

He seemed so… trustworthy.

“I didn’t know you had a cat!” You exclaim, startling Li from a conversation with an older man. They are sat on a bench in a park, having what seems to be a very serious conversation when you spot them. 

Li looks surprised before that same goofy smile crosses his face, and he raises a hand in a brief “hello.”

“He isn’t mine. He’s more of a stray that follows me around.” He explains as you jog over and crouch in front of the black cat with a red collar lounging in the sun. It studies you with narrowed eyes, and its tail flicks when you offer your hand, palm down and fingers extended. 

“Hey, kitty kitty.” You coo as he sniffs your fingers, and you scratch under his chin. 

Seemingly against the cat’s will, he begins to purr. 

It’s apparently against his will because his eyes shoot open—wide with surprise—as you gently move your fingers to scratch under his collar.

He is awfully emotive for a cat.

Almost like a human in a cat’s body.

Wouldn’t that be funny?

“He’s very well taken care of for a stray. What do you call him?” You comment, taking in his glossy fur and the slightest chub in his belly. Li just gives a rather noncommittal hum in response,

“I call him Mao.”

The older man stands, fishing cigarette from his coat pocket (who wears a coat in this weather?), and moves to leave.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You scramble to your feet and bow in greeting. The man looks like a deer caught in the headlights but nods his head anyway.

“Nice t’ meet ya.” He says gruffly and offers a calloused hand for you to shake. You do so and introduce yourself. 

“This is my… uncle…. Huang.” Li says hesitantly as he gets up from his seat on the bench. You grin at “Huang” and wave as he leaves you two alone with Mao. 

“How’s work going?” He asks as you begin to pet Mao, who has dozed back off to sleep in the warm sunlight. You shrug at his question,

“They’re beginning tests on their next big project. Something about Saturn and a ring? I don’t really know. They don’t tell me much outside of asking to schedule more meetings with PANDORA.” You reply, and your shoulder brushes Li’s as he watches a family pass by the park. 

You really shouldn’t be telling Li any of this.

But you can’t bring yourself to care.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

You’re broken from your inner dialogue by Li abruptly standing and offering a hand.

“I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat, yeah? My treat.” He says with that same warm smile that sends your heart into a tizzy

And then you have a revelation. 

This wouldn’t be love, would it?

Your little outing turns into two. Then four. And before you know it, you’re regularly going out on your days off.

Were these dates?

You didn't have much experience dating. The last person you dated seriously was back in your first year of high school. The star of the basketball team. And that turned out fabulous, with you discovering he had slept around with several members of the volleyball team. 

So it was safe to say you were hesitant to call these little excursions “dates” or even put a label on your relationship past “friends.” But… part of you wanted to do these things with Li. You wanted to hold hands. You wanted to go star gazing. 

You wanted to do cute couple-y things! Was that too much to ask?!

That first step in that direction was really an accident, just like your first meeting. 

The months had passed, and soon, it was Halloween. 

In an attempt to throw a “team-building exercise,” your boss had paid for employees and a plus one to attend a haunted house. It was a rather stupid idea if you had to admit, but you snagged two tickets anyway and invited Li to tag along with you.

Which, in hindsight, was not the best idea. 

He was as skittish as a rabbit and jumped at every jumpscare or scream from the people in front of or behind you. Granted, you did too, with the occasional scream escaping your lungs.

After one particular jumpscare, you realized you were holding Li’s hand. He had surprisingly strong and rough hands, calloused from a long time of handling tools and whatever else he did for work. 

When you went to let go, he surprised you by squeezing tighter. He offered an uncomfortable smile,

“Sorry, I can let go if you want—” He started, but you gripped his hand in yours, and your other one wrapped around his arm,

“It’s fine!” You sputter, and the two of you finally make it out of the haunted house with one last shriek on your part. 

He doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time you walk home. 

After the haunted house, you find yourself toeing the line of “more than friends” more and more. And you noticed that Li didn’t seem to mind whatsoever.

He walked you home from work. He held your hand. He even showed up to your work at one point on Valentine’s Day with flowers. (your coworkers still have yet to let you forget that fact.)

You would’ve returned the gesture on White Day but realized you still didn’t know where Li worked. So you walked the thirty minutes to his apartment and gave him a bouquet of flowers.

It was the only time you ever saw him blush. From his neck to the tips of his ears.

Li invited you inside his apartment and cooked you dinner despite your attempts at politely declining. He promptly shut you up with a kiss on the cheek. Your brain stalled, and by the time you comprehended what he had done, he had already pulled away with a smug smile on his face.

“Cute.” Was all he said.

Now, it was your turn to be embarrassed.

You sputtered and gaped while he gently ushered you to sit against the wall while he finished making supper. You were still in shock even as he handed you a plate with a delicious meal that you eagerly dug into. 

It was perfect, as always.

Things progressed even more after dinner.

Li had protested, but you had wormed your way under his arm and took over cleaning all the dishes from the meal prep and supper itself. You nudged him out of the way with your foot and elbow and even threatened to smear soap on his face.

He had simply rolled his eyes goodnaturedly,

“I’d like to see you try.” He said.

So you did.

It only ended up with him caging you against the sink with your hands pinned to the counter and Li looming over you. You blinked in surprise and looked up at the young man. He had a look in his eyes that had your heart thundering in your ears.

And—before you could even process what you were about to do—you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He stiffened in shock, and by then, you realized what you had done. You pulled away frantically and started babbling apologies. You tried to move away, to duck under his arm, but his grip tightened, and he was kissing you in earnest.

What?

This was not what friends did.

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care nor complain.

So you let your eyelids flutter shut, and you pressed back.

You awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of your front door opening.

Jolting upright, you reached beside your bed, where you kept your baseball bat. 

Should you call someone?

The police?

Would they even get here in time?

You dove into the closet and shut the door as quietly as possible, just as the door to your bedroom opened, and someone stepped inside. Through a crack in the door jam, you could see the person.

Taller than you, black hair, a white mask, and a long black coat.

The mysterious man stared for a blank moment at your rumpled futon before shaking his head and tearing apart your room. 

Almost quite literally.

Your dresser drawers were pulled out and dumped. Your desk was almost overturned, with all its drawers also being pulled out. Papers were rifled through. 

And it was then that you realized what this man was looking for.

 Your planner.

You kept the thing under your pillow specifically in case of something like this.

“Hei! You find it yet?!” A familiar voice, and Huang, of all people, enters the room, looking rather miffed at something. The man in the mask shakes his head silently, and they both freeze when you accidentally knock your baseball bat against the wall. You curse and scoot backward just as the door is flung open, and you are dragged out by a rough hand.

“I thought you said she’d be outta town!” Huang shouts at the masked man, and you realize something else.

You know that hair.

And only one other person knows the code to your front door or even has a key to get in if the code doesn’t work.

You start to struggle against Huang’s grip,

“Li!” You shriek, and both men freeze.

“She knows you like this?!” Huang demands, and “Hei” shakes his head,

“She doesn’t.” Is all he says, his voice not at all like how it usually was. He didn’t sound happy. He sounded… sad? Monotone? You weren’t even sure what word to describe what you yourself were feeling, much less what the man in front of you.

But you didn’t have much time to think about anything. Huang hauled you upright and shoved your body at the masked man. 

Did you call him Hei? 

Or was he Li? Your boyfriend of six months. The man who kissed you goodbye when he walked you home. The man who always asked about your work and how you were doing?

It was then that you figured out what word you could use to describe yourself.

You felt betrayed. 

You stumbled into Hei’s chest and immediately backpedaled, shoving his arms away when he reached to hold your hands.

“Stay away from me!” You cry, tears welling up, and you stand between him and Huang, tears stinging your eyes.

“You used me!” You accuse the man in front of you with such venom he takes a step back. He holds his hands out, saying your name in a pleading tone. You plug your fingers in your ears, feeling a bit childish, but you don’t want to hear his excuses.

He had used you. 

Used you to get at your boss and get into your work. Sure, you were a secretary, but a secretary at a very important business who worked with PANDORA on Hell’s Gate.

All of a sudden, you feel something cover your mouth and nose. You panic. Hei panics, but you hear Huang speak as you sink into unconsciousness.

“We have to wipe her mind.”

The sun is setting as you step off the bus and begin your trek home.

Work had been exceedingly stressful. The project your boss was in charge of was getting closer to the deadline, and it still wasn’t done. You had stepped up and helped with paperwork, but you were just a secretary, so what could you do?

You run face-first into someone solid and go tumbling to the ground.

“Are you okay?! Sorry, I wasn’t—” You look up to see a young man. He’s handsome. Maybe a bit plain, but something about him has your heart fluttering. But his face looks so utterly heartbroken and torn as you frown up at him.

“Uh… It’s fine. No big deal.” You say as he helps you up and quickly brushes past you, shoving his hands in his pockets and ducking his head without another word. 

You watch after the man with black hair and broken eyes, and only one thought sticks out in your mind.

Running through a dark forest, checking your wristwatch every few seconds then checking the sky. If you were right, then BK-201 should be close... and active.

Being a police officer like this was frustrating because it seemed you couldn't get even half an hour to yourself. To spend time with your lover Li. Especially when you were always chasing down a Contractor who uses lightening.

If only this Hell's Gate nonsense would settle in the background and leave you alone. If only...

The ground beneath you simply wasn't there, you hadn't been paying attention enough to avoid tripping off a cliff. Everything was over with now. Why had you been so wrapped up in your mind when you needed to focus on catching someone else.

Hei looked back, eyes growing wide as you fell. He didn't waste a second in redirecting himself. Just in time to grab ahold of your arm, only letting go when your feet could safely hit the ground. Hei was ready to listen to you yelling at him, he knew what would happen. Had known since he fell in love with you.

"Why did you just save me?" You pulled a gun on the figure in front of you, not entirely sure what to do, "What do you get out of this? Why save one police officer?"

You were shaking behind your gun, not sure what to do as he reached up. Had you just been saved to be killed by hand? What was this person about to do to you?

Hei lowered his mask slowly, looking you in the eyes as he did so. He hadn't thought this would ever come to pass. He had been hoping that you would be able to go your whole life without knowing about this.