#izana fluff

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑱𝑰

— SFW ::

you were most likely baji's first girlfriend, so he probably has no idea what he's supposed to do in a relationship (and I will die on this hill). he's nervous, get flustered at the sight of you, at the thought of holding hands with you or anything similar to that.

now, we all know that baji can be a bit... vile. burning cars when he's hungry, brutally beating people he believes he needs to.. yeah. but!! that's not the only reason he is believed to be super aggressive with his gf and all, it's also because he tries to act pretty nonchalant and cool, like his usual self around you because he's embarrassed of how flustered you make him! (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

at first, he's actually really good at keeping this cool guy nonchalant persona (atleast in public), but.. it's also super obvious he has a soft spot for you. he'd do cute things like fixing your hair, holding your hand, even being pretty clingy in private. it surprises you at first, but you grow used to it after some time.

he's so gentle with you :(( would literally never yell at you, even when he comes back from school/a gang meeting/a fight completely stressed, he would just pout and pull you into a hug because it calms him down<33 also gets super super mad if anyone else tries to yell at you. like, if you came to him crying because some guy was bullying you and everyone was just brushing it off bc "he probably likes you!" (why are we romanticizing abuse •n•), the next day your bully is coincidentally found passed out in some alleyway; if you had a fight with your parents, every time he comes over or sees your parents, he not-so secretly glares at them and makes sure to purposely mention something you were fighting about in a subtle way (example, if they were commenting about your weight or smt, he would make sure to voice a little too loudly how much he loves the way your body looks).

I could go on and on about him but I think I'll end it here cuz I have two more characters to work on!!

— NSFW :: honestly, baji gives me the type of guy who doesn't think of sex as something that's 100% necessary in your relationship and would be completely fine with waiting until marriage, but once you're his, you're his. he does not like the thought of sleeping around and even finds the thought of it a little weird, the thought of being intimate someone just for the fun of it didn't sound appealing to him.

most likely, he loses his virginity to you, and if you are a virgin as well, he's so gentle with you. he has you laying down on the white sheets under him, since it's both of y'all's first time, he figures that missionary is the safest position to start with (although he wouldn't mind experimenting with other positions in the future).

spends half the time just preparing you with foreplay, kissing your neck, sucking ur tits, thighs, licking up your stomach >< he'll eat you out so softly, so gently, slowly making out with your cunt, asking you "is this okay?" "am I making you feel good?" he just needs reassurance :(( it's his first time too!

once he was finally sure you're 100% ready for him, he first grinds his cock against your core, coating it properly (he probably heard of vaginal bleeding if there wasn't enough lubricant and the thought of hurting you scared him), he would 100% use a condom, atleast until both of you are comfortable to fuck without it.

after, once again, making sure everything was perfect and you were ready, he pushes in, slowly, painfully slowly in order to make sure it doesn't hurt, and if you show any sign of pain with your facial expressions or body language, he freezes until he makes sure it's okay for him to keep going.

once he's finally in, he waits for a full minute for you to adjust to his size before beginning to move his hips, once again, slowly at first. he groans, and despite wanting to be gentle with his pretty girl, he can't help but bite your neck (baji has a biting kink and I'll die on that hill), and he ends up accidentally doing it harder than he intends to, but not enough for it to bleed!

I always see people saying that he calls his s/o really degrading names, but I actually see him mostly calling often calling you like "pretty girl" (≧~≦⁠) I also think he's also good at edging himself, so even if he's so close it's painful, he wouldn't let himself cum until he's made you cum at least once.

when you're finally done, I feel like aftercare with him would be a bit awkward lmao. he would probably be too lazy to shower so he just cleans both of you up with a towel, helps you put your pjs on and falls asleep right then and there with you trapped in his arms. all in all 10/10 he's so sweet <3

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑨𝑾𝑨

— SFW ::

(gosh I love him sm ><)

we all know about Izana's past, which naturally causes a lot of trust issues, so I genuinely believe he would not get with just anyone, he needs to build trust with you as a friend before he first off accepts he likes you beyond friendship and then actually starts dating you.

once you finally move onto the next stage, he would still have a hard time fully trusting you. although he wouldn't be too distrusting, he would be the type of boyfriend constantly calling you when you're not home and asking those "where are you at?" "who are you with?" "when are you coming home?" etc etc.

I saw this drabble on tumblr where the creator compared izana to an untrusting cat and I love this theory!! at first (the first few months of your relationship), he would he a bit distant, not talking to you nor showing a lot of love to you for awhile (mostly because he didn't know how to do so, but also because he wasn't sure if you were 100% trustworthy), but every once or twice a month, he would come to you out of nowhere and become super clingy and needy towards you, like a cat. it confused you, but you decided to stay with him because you genuinely loved him and believed he would change.

and he did.

after those few months of being an untrusting cat, he realized that even though he was a horrible boyfriend to you, you still stayed, you still let him in every one of those vulnerable nights, always took care of him, always showed that you truly loved him. and he realized that he genuinely loved you too..

after that day, he started putting more effort into your relationship. he would take care of you in the form of beating up anyone who even looked at you wrong, made sure you were never in any danger, making sure you always got what you wanted, basically treated you like his little princess.

since I believe that izana is fluent in tagalog, I fully believe he would call you names like "mahal" (love), "prinsesa" (princess), "maganda" (beautiful) etc etc. (I used a translator for this so if anyone knows tagalog correct me if the translations are wrong).

he would be so worried about you being scared of him because of his reputation in tenjiku, so he would never want you to be present during his meetings/fights with tenjiku :(( also, although he did trust you, he didn't trust almost anyone else. the only person he would trust with you was kakucho, but other than him, he didn't want to see you with any other man. he was shamelessly possessive, but if it ever came to a misunderstanding (if he misunderstood you meeting with a cousin or smt like that) he would be so apologetic to both you and the cousin bc he genuinely wants to be on your family's good side :(

— NSFW ::

now, as I said earlier, izana does not trust just anyone, so I doubt he would ever be the type of person to sleep around. he sees lovemaking as the most vulnerable moment that a couple can go through and despises hookup culture. why would he sleep with someone just for the "fun" of it?

I also see him as someone who doesn't mind waiting for marriage, but I don't think he would last ㅠㅠ (although I fully believe he would not sleep with someone he's been with for like a year or so- as I said, he sees lovemaking as vulnerable and wants to create a strong relationship bond with strong trust with someone before engaging in such a vulnerable act).

he gives me the vibes of someone who is pretty 50-50 when it comes to if he likes it gentle or rough. sure, he does likes to come home after a stressful day (either after losing a fight with tenjiku or fighting with one of his gang members in the tenjiku timeline, or after a stressful day at work in the final timeline) and quite literally fuck the stress out with you. in those situations, he does like a good doggy style, just seeing your ass bouncing as he thrusts into you like a madman gets him seeing stars.

another thing I wanna mention is that I genuinely believe he would prefer wearing a condom, just because he doesn't want to risk you getting pregnant when neither of you are ready to be parents, also because he has a sensitive dick and he would probably cum in seconds from the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him so snuggly ><

as I said, yes, he does like rough sex, but you wanna know what he loves? lovemaking. soft, loving, gentle lovemaking. he loves to scoop you into his arms and lay you down on the bed, whisper sweet nothings into your ear while slowly undressing you, gently kiss and bite at the skin of your earlobe, down to your neck, shoulders and collarbone before finally reaching your soft breasts, immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

while distracting you with his mouth on your chest, he slowly pushes his throbbing cock inside of your tight hole, whining around your peak and giving both of you a moment to adjust before beginning to slowly move his hips.

izana has a mommy kink argue with the wall. as he's fucking you so slowly and lovingly, he's whining in your ear cuz, like I said, he has a sensitive cock, just repeating the sweet nothings while also calling you mommy over and over again and your eyes are just rolling back in bliss bc of how good it feels !! ><

he'll speed up his thrusts if you ask him to, bringing both of you equal amount of pleasure until you're cumming all over his rubber-covered dick and he follows right away, filling the condom up with his white cream.

aftercare with him is basically the two of you just laying there, wrapped around in each other's bodies and staring at each other lovingly in the comfortable silence until you two eventually fall asleep together (with him laying on your pretty chest)

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑰

— SFW ::

now.

I have a lot to say about this man right here.

but I also don't know how to word it.

I genuinely believe he's the type of guy who would act all tough and nonchalant but is the biggest loser when it comes to his s/o. (ughhh >﹏<)

he would try to put up this fake persona in public (especially around ran bc he knew he would tease him), but the second the two of them were alone, he would become the clingiest guy ever. he would love to cuddle with you, sleep on your chest, just straight up hold you. (I love him sm wthhhh)

he would love kissing u sm :(( on the lips, the cheek, on the forehead, nose, hand, neck, whereverrr. like every time the two of you would see each other, the first thing he does is grab your hand and kiss the back of it before doing anything else.

he would be super overprotective of you, not in a toxic way, he just doesn't want you to get hurt in any way :( he only has you other than ran and he can't bare the thought of you getting in any danger.

it's also a canonical fact is that rindou has a drinking problem, but he would genuinely try to at least get it under control or even completely stop drinking just for you :(( he would come to you and flex how long he's been sober, expecting praise from you (which you always give him because it gives him motivation to keep going).

he would love to take you out absolutely anywhere !! from shopping sprees and fancy dinners, to wholesome café dates and movie nights. he just loves to spoil you so much because he feels like you deserve it for sticking with him through the thick and thin <33

— NSFW ::

maybe I'm biased but I also believe rindou wouldn't mind waiting until marriage if you really wanted to, but if you were okay with premarital sex, you would probably do it within maybe a year and a half.

he also doesn't mind using a condom, but he would also want to experiment without one aswell.

yes, I do believe rindou would enjoy positions like doggy or cowgirl, but would also love slow and sensual lovemaking in positions like missionary. he would love to see your face as he rutted his hips into yours, you're just so pretty and he can't stop himself from staring at you with a shit-eating smirk on his face (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

I feel like he would be the type who prefers rough sex, he just loves pounding his pretty girl until he's fucked you dumb >< buuut, every now and then, he would love gentle lovemaking aswell!

he would love it when you ride him he gently, slowly moving up and down his dick while he held you by the hips, helping you lift yourself up and down his long, veiny cock. he wouldn't be as loud as izana, but he would let out soft grunts and groans, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder as he cums either inside of you or the condom.

aftercare with him is soft and gentle. he'll give you water and food if you wanted it, would bring you to the bath and help you clean up (also might fuck you one more time just to make sure ><). after that, he would dress you up and would go to sleep while holding you tightly in his arms. <3

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home dates were chifuyu were always a fun activity to do, seeing as you and him don’t have the money to spend on extravagant dates on a daily basis. your hangouts consisted of you on his bed, or on top of him, in his bed– not in a sexual way, usually with you on his back as he lies chest down on the bed, you served as his personal weighted blanket and he served as your mattress. the both of you were catching up on the latest chapters of the books or mangas that you read before you felt a wave of sleepiness overtake you, the atmosphere in the room was comforting and you couldn’t help but let out a soundless yawn. chifuyu takes no notice and continues reading his manga for a few minutes before he finds himself getting hungry. “baby, you want to get delivery?” receiving no response, he feels your chest take in deep, slow breaths and he chuckles to himself as he realizes you dozed right on top of him. chifuyu picks up his manga and turns to another page as he lets you take your rest. “we’re so getting yakisoba when you wake up, you can’t complain. you’re asleep <3”

with a sigh, mitsuya pushes the door to their apartment building open. he just had about a rough day, having to pry away baji from causing unnecessary commotion, having to ensure that toman’s uniforms were still in top shape (because he’d be pissed off for an entire week if he had to ask his sewing club members to patch up uniforms again) he was quiet for a moment, basking in the few seconds of silence he has before he has to accommodate his younger sisters’ woes and tantrums, but he was pleasantly surprised as he hear no signs of any noise, that pleasant feeling turned into paranoia as he immediately darts to their room, thinking the worst. he heaves out a sigh of relief as he sees you in the middle of mana and luna, sound asleep with your arms protectively wrapped around the younger mitsuyas. mitsuya smiles at the scene and takes a photo, making it into his lockscreen before he adjusts the blanket that covers the three of you. “‘m really lucky to have you, you know?” he whispers to your unconscious state as he presses a soft yet sincere kiss on your forehead. 

“are you sure you ain’t bored yet, sweetheart?” sanzu asks as he writes down his signature on the document he possessed. you shook your head no as you scrolled through your phone, you assured him that you were fine with it as you settled more comfortably on his lap. sanzu knew that he wanted to spend time with you, but with the amount of paperwork that piled up while he was away, he knew had to finish them but he couldn’t just say no to you when you asked to spend time with him so this was him killing two birds with one stone. sanzu doesn’t know how long he was focused on his paperwork, his one hand on your back motioning soothing circles on your back and his other scribbling away on his work. but he stops in his tracks once he hears a soft snore escape your lips, twin scars twitch upwards as he presses a peck on your cheek, nuzzling your head deeper into his neck, “‘’re always so cute, sweetheart. rest well.”

the movie was boring. kakucho seems to think so as his heterochromatic eyes were lidded as he tries to focus on the movie the both of you were watching. it wasn’t as if kakucho wasn’t interested at all, trust him, he tried being engaged to the film that you suggested, at the get go, it sounded like something that he would just scroll past as he browses for shows to watched but you just seemed so excited and how could he ever say no to you? so he keeps his eyes trained to the tv and his arm wrapped around you as your body was sagged at his side, using him as a pillow. the scenes of the movie were getting more and more interesting until it reached a point that it made him chuckle for a bit, his head turns to the side as he watches for your reaction, only to see you with your eyes closed, mouth dropped as you dozed off, kakucho could see a trail of drool forming on the side of your face and getting on his hoodie but he only looks at you fondly as he wipes it away and situates you into a better position, continuing to watch the show. “you know, this show isn’t as bad as i thought.” he says as he continues watching, giving you swift pecks every now and then. 

when you mention your inability to sleep to your boyfriend, izana immediately picks you up and drives you to his favorite spot at three am, izana ensures your comfort as he lets you use his coat as a pillow. the two of you stared at the night sky and before you knew it, izana told you all about how he and kakucho used to stare at the sky and count snowflakes, seeing as no snow was falling as it wasn’t anywhere near christmas, you suggested counting stars and izana chuckles as he mentally counts with you. by the thirtieth star, he can hear your voice grow softer and softer, izana scoffed with a smile on his face as he realizes you fell asleep in his presence. “go and sleep, mahal. no one’s going to hurt you, not while i’m here.”  his comforting voice lulls you to sleep and you find yourself in the arms of your king as he continues counting the stars on your behalf. 

it wasn’t like ran to come home late, but seeing as a couple of hoodlums decided that he was an easy target because he was alone, he knew he had to teach them a lesson because he can’t have weak hoodlums thinking that they can outtake haitani ran. he comes home later that night, you were immediately doting on him, asking him what happened, if he’s severely injured, or if he’s eaten, he waves all your questions with his answers as he cleans himself before he joins you to bed. “doll, what time do i wake you up tomorrow?” receiving no response, he peeks his head out of the bathroom to look at you. ran lets out a scoff as an annoyed expression overtakes his features, he finishes up quickly before he pulls you into his arms, huffing under his breath. “no fair. you should’ve waited for me.” he breathes softly into your neck as he inhales your scent, closing his eyes and chasing the feeling of sleep with you in his arms.

when rindou called you up to hang out, you were not expecting him to just have you on display as he does his workout, with his fucking earphones on. so really, what was the point of you being there? “just twenty more minutes, babe. just have to finish this set up.” rindou says as he answers your question when you asked how long until he’s done. you sighed as you try to lie down comfortably on the bench press, it smelt slightly of sweat but the scent of his body wash overtakes the smell so it didn’t seem as gross, you draped your arm across your eyes, covering the light that was directly under you as you mentally counted the seconds of twenty minutes. you weren’t aware that you even fell asleep until you woke up to rindou squatting down and standing back up with you in his arms, motherfucker was using you as a dumbbell.

to say that hanma unknowingly drags you into the havoc known as his life would be an understatement. if you were to count the amount of times you had to standby and watch as hanma body slams a hoodlum who attempted to touch you while you were with him, you’d count to four, which isn’t a lot but it was weird it happened four times. the two of you were walking home from a date when a delinquent attempted to beat hanma up, “hey dollface, go sit by the bench, this wouldn't take long.” you roll your eyes as you heed his words, not wanting to waste more time as you were full and kind of tired. you sat on the bench, leaning your head over the backrest as you watched the fight with droopy eyes and an unimpressed look on your face. “dollface! did you see what i did? did you see how i pummeled him to the– oh.” hanma smiles giddily at the sight of you asleep, he wordlessly carries you on his back as he walks the way home. “that fight was boring. i would’ve fallen asleep too.” 

you piled up the last of kisaki’s paperwork and looked at him with a tired expression. “can we go now?” you asked as you settled on the couch with his coat wrapped around you. “i still have some paperwork to do.” kisaki answers as he takes a new stack and pushes his glasses up. the groan you let out almost made him want to chuckle but he held his laughter as you unconsciously pouted and made yourself smaller with his suit jacket. the pinstripe pattern complimenting your figure and he finds himself biting his lip discreetly. he sighs as you pull out your phone, set on ignoring him as punishment for bringing you in the office and allowing yourself to be bored. kisaki dives into his paperwork, not noticing how hours flew by. “do you want to use my card to buy yourself something pretty, doll?” kisaki asks, not looking up. receiving no response, he looked up and couldn’t help the grin that invaded his features as he sees you softly snoring at his couch. he went over to you, adjusting the makeshift blanket and pillow on your head before he looks at you with a gaze that he’d rather be caught dead than be caught with it. “you have no idea how much you mean to me, dove.” before he kisses your forehead and goes back to signing his name on the documents. 

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chapter twenty-four

it was the night before their summer trip, and, well… y/n and mikey were doing their usual thing.

she was curled up on her vanity chair, legs tucked up as she scrolled through tiktok, while mikey sat behind her, carefully blow-drying her damp hair. freshly showered, skin warm and dewy.

these little moments—quiet and mundane—felt strangely precious to mikey. just him and y/n, in their own world. whatever this was, it had become a part of his routine. their routine.

and by routine, it meant y/n’s skincare session. living with her meant he didn’t have much of a choice—he had to adapt. he was pulled into her habits, her steps, her rules. and somehow, he didn’t really mind. not when it came with moments like this.

he turned off the dryer with a soft click, placing it back in the drawer beneath her vanity. then, leaning in, he went straight for a kiss.

“no,” y/n shifted away just in time, making him miss. “i told you—you can’t kiss me. we’re doing our skin care night.”

mikey huffed dramatically, lips still close. “can’t i just give my girlfriend a little kiss?”

y/n gave him a look—a mix of annoyance and flustered heat—and rolled her eyes. “i’m not your girlfriend.”

oh. right. the boyfriend-girlfriend talk from a few weeks ago. ever since mikey had that silly conversation with her dad, he hadn’t let it go. he’d been calling her his girlfriend ever since. it annoyed her. flustered her. made her blush every damn time. and he knew it. which was exactly why he kept doing it.

mikey stole a quick kiss anyway, brushing his lips against hers before she could dodge again.

y/n glared at him, pouting even as her cheeks turned a shade too pink.

mikey just grinned, eyes soft. she looked so damn cute like this.

the night went on in their usual rhythm—silly teasing, soft laughter, face masks smeared on their cheeks, and a netflix show playing in the background neither of them was really watching.

and by morning, they were up early, already packing for the trip.

“sooo… which one’s better?” y/n asked, holding up two swimsuits—one a sleek, sexy black one-piece, the other a striking red two-piece.

mikey was lounging on the bed, his back resting against the headboard, arms crossed as he watched her with a lazy grin. he had already finished packing—of course—and now it was just y/n, still deliberating over her last item.

“try them on first,” he said, biting his lip as his gaze shamelessly dropped to her legs.

y/n narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “i don’t like where this is heading.”

“c’mon,” mikey shrugged innocently, “how am i supposed to choose if i can’t see you in them?”

“unless you want emma scolding us for being late, i suggest we stop now.”

“so you admit you can’t resist me?” mikey teased, his smirk growing wider.

“don’t flatter yourself, sano,” she shot back with a grin, tossing both swimsuits into her suitcase. “i’ll just bring both.”

mikey pushed off the bed, stepping close until he was standing right in front of her. his hands found her waist, pulling her just a little closer. his eyes searched hers, glinting with mischief. y/n smirked too, placing her hands on his chest, not backing down.

he leaned in, lips almost brushing hers—

DING-DONG!!!

someone violently murdered the doorbell.

“fucking great,” mikey groaned, pulling back dramatically.

y/n laughed, brushing him off gently. “i’ll get the door. it’s probably them.”

she made her way to the entrance, and sure enough, an overly excited emma stood there, sunglasses on and two bags in hand, looking like a walking summer ad.

“omg!!! i’m so, so excited. i can finally feel the real summer. god, i shouldn’t have taken that summer class,” emma whined dramatically.

y/n couldn’t help but laugh. and just then, mikey appeared behind her, casually walking past them with a suitcase in one hand and a duffel in the other, heading toward the car.

“i thought we were using shin’s car?” mikey asked, eyeing the situation.

draken, already looking mildly stressed, muttered, “ask your sister.”

“uhm, so… i may or may not have brought two suitcases and—”

“those bags in your hands aren’t enough?” mikey deadpanned. “you packed like we’re leaving the country and not coming back.”

emma huffed. “well, i already rented a bigger car for us, so shut up!”

“you mean i rented the car last minute?” draken added dryly.

“it was my idea!” emma defended, chin high.

“thank you so much for the idea, ma’am,” draken said with dramatic sarcasm.

mikey just shook his head, loading their bags into the trunk.

the sound of a car door closing caught their attention, and izana stepped out from the driver’s seat.

“let me help you with that,” he offered.

“thanks,” mikey nodded, letting him take one of the bags.

“you’re driving?” mikey asked, making casual conversation as they worked.

“yeah. your sister said i should because i’m ‘the oldest,’” izana said, doing air quotes. “and i couldn’t exactly say no to the boss, right?”

mikey laughed under his breath.

but then… silence.

both brothers turned toward the front of the house, spotting emma and y/n standing frozen, expressions slightly stunned.

draken, completely unfazed, just leaned into the car, smoking like this was none of his business.

“what?” mikey asked, confused.

emma turned to y/n and muttered, “i shouldn’t have drank that much at mikey’s birthday party.”

“yeah,” y/n agreed under her breath.

soon enough, everyone started getting into the car—izana in the driver’s seat, draken in front, y/n slipping into the back. it was peaceful for about five seconds until—

“MIKEY!!!! I HATE YOU!!!” emma screeched. “you already had y/n all by yourself in your damn apartment, let me sit beside her!!!” she started yanking on mikey’s arm, trying to pull him out of the seat.

mikey, already seated beside y/n, dramatically slumped against her shoulder, clinging to her with his eyes shut. “shh.”

“you little troll—move!” emma tried pulling him out by the arm, but he clung harder to y/n.

draken sighed, rubbing his temple. “em, do you want to sit up here? we’ll even let you play your playlists.”

emma paused. visibly thinking.

“…fine,” she huffed. “but i’m playing all the summer anthems.”

draken got out of the passenger seat, and emma moved from the back to take his place. once they switched, everyone settled in.

“can i drive now?” izana asked, deadpan and exhausted already.

and with that, they were finally off—headed to the beach.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

emma was belting out summer hits like it was her personal concert, draken was quietly regretting his life choices, izana had both hands on the wheel like a responsible dad, mikey was leaning on y/n, and y/n was somewhere between laughing and filming it all for her memory.

they made a few chaotic stops along the way—took blurry group pics in front of scenic spots, raided a convenience store for snacks they definitely didn’t need, and bought matching sunglasses they’d probably forget at the beach house.

overall, it was chaotic, loud, and absolutely perfect.

and after hours of driving, they finally pulled up to y/n’s family’s beach house.

it was stunning. sun-drenched, spacious, and honestly? it looked like something out of a movie.

“this is sooo nice, y/n! oh my god!” emma beamed the moment they stepped inside the beach house, already heading off to explore every corner like she wasn’t even tired from the drive.

the boys followed in with the bags, mikey immediately kicking his flip-flops off like he owned the place.

there were only three rooms—one was clearly the master bedroom, the other was y/n’s old bedroom, and the last was a guest room. only two of the rooms could accommodate couples, so naturally, emma clung to draken and claimed the guest room for them. which left the master bedroom to mikey and y/n.

izana? well, he ended up in y/n’s bedroom. alone.

in the master bedroom, mikey was already tossing their bags onto the bed while y/n unpacked with her usual focus. “so technically… this is your parents’ room, right?” mikey asked, flopping down dramatically on the mattress.

“eh, not really,” she shrugged with a grin, bouncing lightly as she sat beside him. “this bed’s mine now. dad decided to give the whole place to me.”

mikey leaned in, eyes soft, smirk playing on his lips. “does that mean… i get to have you here?”

y/n cupped his cheeks, smile never fading. she nodded, “all yours.”

and just like that, their lips met. warm, eager. the kiss deepened quickly, sun pooling in golden ribbons through the window, lighting up her face. mikey pulled back for a second, just to admire her.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

y/n laughed, cheeks tinted with pink. “shut up,” she mumbled—but then he kissed her again, slower, deeper, like they had all the time in the world.

until—

BANG BANG BANG

“y/n!!! mikey!!! come have snacks!! i made something!!” emma’s voice rang out from behind the door.

mikey groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. “i swear she does this on purpose.”

y/n was breathlessly laughing as she adjusted her top, slipping off the bed. mikey went to open the door, grumbling.

“were you born just to annoy the shit out of me?” he deadpanned at emma.

emma gasped, mock-offended. “aw, poor mikey. did you get cockblocked again?”

mikey shot her a glare and muttered something under his breath before walking off to where draken was. emma laughed so hard she wheezed, already skipping off to the kitchen. y/n followed shortly after, only to pause at the end of the hall.

her old bedroom door was cracked open.

curious, she gave a soft knock.

she knocked gently. “hey… why aren’t you downstairs?”

izana looked up, offering a small smile. “just needed a bit of rest. driving all the way here was kinda exhausting… especially when your sister acts like a pop-star the whole ride,” he chuckled softly.

y/n chuckled and sat beside him. “are you comfortable here? sorry if it’s messy…”

“no, it’s perfect. thanks for letting me in here.” he looked at her then, sincere. “really.”

she smiled shyly. “i figured emma wouldn’t sleep unless she’s glued to ken’s side, and well… i doubt you’d wanna room with mikey.”

“god, no.” they both laughed.

his eyes wandered around the room before landing on the small stand filled with beach photos from years ago. he walked over to it and picked one up. “these your parents?”

“mhm,” she nodded.

he glanced at her. “you stopped taking pictures when you got older?”

“yeah… after mom died, i didn’t really come back here. just didn’t feel like summer without her.”

“shit,” izana said quickly, “i’m so sorry—i didn’t mean to bring that up—”

“it’s okay,” she laughed at his panicked expression. “i didn’t really have time or people to come here with anyway. my dad’s abroad, and it’s just me...”

she glanced at him with a small, grateful smile. “but now you’re all here. so… thanks, izana. really. it means a lot.”

that made something in him pause. her words hit deeper than they probably should’ve. because for the first time in a while, someone made him feel like he belonged.

izana turned his attention back to the shelf, and one particular photo caught his eye—a small, framed picture of little y/n, crying hysterically with a giant fish beside her.

he grinned.

“you look adorable here. should i show this to mikey?”

y/n’s soul left her body. “don’t you dare—!” she lunged for the photo, but izana only laughed, holding it up just out of her reach.

“izana! give it back! i hate you!” she yelled, laughing as she chased him around the room.

but the universe had a wicked sense of timing.

y/n’s foot caught on the strap of izana’s bag. he stumbled backward, falling onto the bed—y/n crashing right on top of him.

the laughter died.

and they landed. her on top of him. breath caught. heart racing.

they didn’t move. didn’t even blink. the silence was charged. his hands were still on her waist. her face was inches from his. both of them too aware, too quiet.

“…y/n, are you—”

SLAM

“here…” emma barged in holding a plate of cookies—and froze.

izana shot up. y/n scrambled off him like the floor burned.

“give me that,” y/n muttered, snatching the photo from his hand like nothing happened.

he let her take it, still processing.

she brushed past emma and darted downstairs.

emma blinked, eyes following y/n, then slowly turned back to izana, still half-sprawled on the bed.

“…sooo. do you want some cookies?”

izana, who looked like he’d just had an out-of-body experience, nodded silently.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

the sun had begun its slow descent, casting gold across the waves and streaking the sky in orange and pink. it was late in the afternoon now, that golden stretch between three and four when the sun started to dip but hadn’t quite begun to set—and if y/n had to describe the day so far in one word, it’d be: chaotic.

the beach house opened straight out to the sand, and the pool was just a few steps away. draken was already down by the water, standing with his hands in his pockets, letting the breeze mess up his hair. emma, ever the diva, had claimed one of the lounge chairs near the pool, sunglasses on, drink in hand, fully committed to sunbathing.

meanwhile, y/n was in the middle of wrestling mikey into sitting still.

“stop moving! i need to put sunscreen on you!” she hissed, squeezing another glob into her palm while mikey squirmed away like a kid.

“y/nnn, the sun’s already going down!” he whined. “why do i still need this? we’re practically in the shade!”

y/n rolled her eyes. “yeah, and you’ll still burn, dumbass. now shut up and stay still.”

living with mikey meant learning a lot of things. like the fact that he may be a gang leader, but deep down? he was just a dramatic, stubborn child in desperate need of supervision.

“there,” she said triumphantly, rubbing the last bit of sunscreen onto his face. “now get out of my sight.”

mikey didn’t need to be told twice. he took off, sprinting toward the beach where draken waited.

behind her, emma let out a sigh.

“you need to stop babying my brother. seriously. he’ll never grow up at this rate. just look at him.”

y/n sat down beside her, laughing softly. “it’s fine. i don’t mind. besides… i kinda like seeing this side of him.”

emma glanced at her over her sunglasses, but didn’t say anything.

just then, izana joined them, plopping onto the lounge chair near emma’s feet. “what’s going on? weren’t you two gonna swim?”

“this is the only time i’ll be apart from mikey this entire vacation,” emma said dramatically. “i’m savoring the silence.”

izana chuckled.

“what about you?” izana asked, turning his attention to yn. “you don’t like the sea?”

“not really. i’ve never been a fan. i prefer the pool,” she said, watching the waves crash in the distance.

“babes,” emma said suddenly, turning to y/n. “question.”

“hm?”

“so like… i saw a bunch of people setting up beside the beach house. is that a public party?”

“ah, yeah,” yn said. “i was actually gonna ask if you all wanted to go later tonight—”

“omg, yes!!” emma cut her off, already too excited.

izana just laughed under his breath, shaking his head. y/n grinned and stood up.

“i’m gonna dip in the pool for a bit. see you guys later.”

both siblings nodded, watching her go. once she disappeared into the water, izana stood up as well.

he didn’t say anything, just quietly headed toward the house to change and join y/n in the pool. still, there was a knot in his chest he couldn’t shake. he didn’t want things to stay awkward—not after what happened between them at the mall—or at her childhood bedroom. she was important to him. a friend. someone who felt like home in a way nothing else did.

he just wanted to spend time with her again.

but when he came back out, that quiet hope collapsed in on itself.

there she was—already in the pool. and so was mikey.

they weren’t just swimming. they were laughing. close. too close. mikey’s hand rested easily on her waist, their bodies half-draped against each other in the water. and before izana could turn away, he saw it—mikey leaned in and stole a kiss from her lips.

izana stopped breathing.

he stood there for a second too long before pulling himself together. whatever flickered in his chest—whatever ache that was—he buried it fast. the last thing he needed was for anyone to notice. especially emma.

so he walked over to her, sat back down quietly, and stared out at the sea. didn’t say a word.

emma suddenly spoke—didn’t even turn her head. “you like her, don’t you?”

izana froze. “what?”

“i’m not blind, you idiot,” she said, sipping her drink. “and i know both you and mikey better than anyone. don’t insult me.”

izana looked away. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

emma smirked. “when did it start?”

“it didn’t.”

izana’s reply came too fast, his tone a little too flat.

she gave him a look. “you’re really gonna lie to my face?”

he didn’t answer, just leaned back slightly.

emma crossed her arms, one brow slowly lifting.

he sighed, annoyed—at her, at himself, maybe both. “i didn’t… feel anything like that.”

he stayed silent for a moment, then let out a quiet breath—because of course he couldn’t hold out against emma. not when she was looking at him like that.

emma waited. “so?”

izana hesitated.

“well… maybe it started when you used to talk about her to me on the phone. back when i was away,” he admitted, voice low. “you’d go on about how kind she was, what she was like as a person.”

he paused, eyes distant.

“or when you’d send me pictures of you with her. i didn’t even think much of it back then. i just… liked looking at her—or hearing her name.”

his lips curled into a faint, fake chuckle. “kind of your fault, really. you only ever talked about y/n.”

his fingers toyed with the hem of his shorts.

“…or maybe it was the night i saw her at the park. she was by herself. that was the first time i saw her in person… the night i had just gotten back.”

“ohhh, so that’s why you two seemed a little too familiar when you met,” emma said, narrowing her eyes. “you’d already seen her in person before i introduced you.”

izana nodded. his voice trailed off.

“so yeah… i don’t know,” he said quietly. “it just… happened.”

he laughed under his breath. “fuck, i sound so cheesy, don’t i?”

emma nodded. “a little bit.”

they both looked over at the pool.

mikey had pulled y/n closer, whispering something that made her laugh. again. and again. as if he was the only one in the world allowed to make her laugh like that.

emma’s voice was softer now. “but mikey was already there.”

izana’s smile faltered.

“yeah,” he whispered. “and i couldn’t do that to him. not again. not after everything. he’s finally smiling like he used to. he’s finally healing.”

he swallowed hard.

“i’m not gonna be the reason he falls apart again.”

emma nodded. they sat in silence for a long time, listening to the waves, the laughter, the distant sound of something slipping out of reach.

“You look ridiculous.”

Sticking your tongue out at your boyfriend, you tugged at the huge hoodie you were wearing around your shoulders tighter. “You’re just jealous. That’s what you are.”

Izana began to sputter, choking on his own saliva. “Wha-pa-ca-ta JEALOUS? I am NOT jealous!”

You burst out laughing so hard you almost peed yourself. “OH MY GOD! YES YOU SO ARE! YOU ARE JEALOUS!”

“I AM NOT!”

“Tell that to your face and how you’ve been acting all day.” You shot back, still laughing your ass off.

He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest for the twelfth time that day. “I’ve told you a thousand times I am not jealous and I will never be jealous. I don’t get jealous.”

You scoffed, finally calming your laughter a little. “Oh sure you don’t. You’re the most jealous person I’ve ever met. And I know Mikey.”

Izana groaned, rolling his eyes. “Do not compare me to that child. I am not a child.”

“Well, you are acting a lot like one so it’s a fair comparison.”

Your teasing made his frown worsen, which made him look madder than he probably was. Probably. “You’re a jerk, you know that?”

Shrugging, you answered, “So I’ve been told.”

When he didn’t respond after a while, you sighed in exasperation. “Look, just admit you’re jealous and I’ll do something about it, alright?”

“I told you! I. Am. Not. Jealous!” He snapped.

You scoffed. “Fine. Whatever you say. I’m not going to change anything then.”

“Fine!” He shot back, turning his face away from you.

The two of you sat in silence for a good fifteen minutes. You were honestly kind of impressed. With how Izana has been acting all day, you thought that perhaps he’d break already. However, he seemed to have a stronger resolve than you initially thought. You had to give credit where credit is due.

“ALRIGHT FINE!” He shouted, causing you to jump. “I AM JEALOUS! THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY? ARE YOU HAPPY TO KNOW I JUST ADMITTED THAT MAYBE SOMETIMES, VERY RARELY, I DO GET JEALOUS? HUH?”

You started laughing again, but not as hard as you did earlier. Nevertheless, you shrugged, “Maybe I am. Maybe I am a little happy you finally acknowledged that you’re jealous of a goddamn hoodie.”

“IT’S THE PRINCIPLE!” He continued. “I’M THE BOYFRIEND! I’M THE ONE WITH THE BIG, COMFY HOODIES YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE WEARING! I’M THE ONE WHO SUPPLIES THEM IN THE RELATIONSHIP! YOU DON’T NEED TO GO OUT AND BUY YOUR OWN! THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP THING WORKS!”

“But it was on sale!” You whined. “And it was super cute and comfy! I just had to get it!”

Izana pouted. “But if you buy your own hoodie, then what is my role in the relationship? I mean, if I’m not giving you my hoodie every second of the day, who am I? Am I even your boyfriend anymore?”

Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around him. Ignoring his whines about being touched by the “traitor” hoodie, you said, “Izana, sweetie, your role in the relationship is the demon. We’re like the angel and demon from the Emperor’s New Groove that Kronk sees and talks to. You’re the crazy one and I’m the sweet one. You’re not simply my hoodie dealer.”

He sighed. “But maybe I wanted to be both.”

“You can be.” You assured him as you stroked his hair comfortingly. “But you’re my devil first and foremost, okay?”

Izana simply shrugged, looking away. Mumbling under his breath, he said, “It doesn’t even smell like me.”

“Well it does now since you hugged me.”

Again, he shrugged. “True, I guess.”

With a chuckle, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You know I love you right? And if you love me just as much as I love you, we’ll put this whole hoodie debacle behind us once and for all. Okay?”

Looking deep into your eyes, he quickly switched the roles of the hug. Now you were the one in his arms, his fingers gently gripping your chin to keep your focus on him. Before you knew it he swept you into a deep kiss, enough to make your eyelids flutter shut and your knees basically turn to Jell-o.

When he pulled away, he whispered. “I do love you, very much. No matter what you do and how crazy you make me, I will always love you. And I don’t want to fight with you like this again, okay? It’s not worth it.”

You snorted. “Obviously. It’s just a hoodie.”

“IT’S THE PRINCIPLE!”