#jack hanma

Baki freezes for half a second every time, then smiles like you’ve just given him something precious.

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The first time you kiss his cheek, Baki genuinely doesn’t expect it.

You’re in the middle of talking, sitting close beside him while he absently listens, when you lean over and press a quick kiss against his face.

It’s soft. Brief.

But Baki goes completely still. His eyes widen slightly as he looks at you, caught somewhere between surprise and confusion.

“….What was that for?” he asks, though there’s no real complaint behind it.

When you shrug and say you just felt like it, something in his expression softens immediately.

Because that’s the part that gets him. Not the kiss itself. The fact that you wanted to.

After that, Baki starts noticing every small affection you give him. A kiss to the temple while passing by. One pressed against his jaw when he’s tired. Your lips brushing his forehead before leaving the room.

Every single time, he pauses. Not dramatically. Just enough that you can tell he feels it. And eventually, he starts leaning into them without realizing.

Tilting his head slightly when you cup his face. Resting closer when he wants another one.

If you kiss him while he’s exhausted after training, the reaction is even softer. His eyes close briefly, tension leaving his shoulders as he quietly melts into the affection.

Baki doesn’t ask for much.

But your kisses become something he unconsciously looks forward to.

Small moments of peace in a life that rarely gives him any.

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🐯Katsumi Orochi

Katsumi tries very hard to act unaffected. Unfortunately for him, the slight flush on his face gives him away every single time.

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Katsumi prides himself on composure.

Discipline. Control. Presentation.

Which is exactly why your habit of casually kissing his face becomes such a problem for him.

Because no matter how prepared he thinks he is, you ou always catch him off guard.

The first time it happens, he’s talking confidently about training, posture straight and expression focused, when you suddenly lean over and kiss his cheek.

His sentence stops immediately.

Just….gone.

For a solid three seconds, Katsumi stares ahead in complete silence while his brain struggles to recover.

Then he clears his throat.

“What was that for…,?”

You blink innocently. “Can’t I kiss my boyfriend?”

That does not help him recover.

At all.

After that, it becomes painfully obvious how much those little kisses affect him.

A quick peck to the jaw before he leaves for training? Flustered.

A forehead kiss while he’s resting after practice? Completely loses focus.

The worst ones are unexpected kisses in public.

Katsumi tries so hard to maintain dignity but the instant warmth creeping onto his face betrays him every time.

And the truly dangerous part?

He starts anticipating them.

Leaning down ever so slightly when you move closer. Pausing conversations when he notices that familiar look in your eyes.

He’ll never admit how much he likes it.

But the faint smile that appears afterward says enough.

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🐉 Retsu Kaioh

Retsu receives every kiss with calm attentiveness but the subtle softness in his eyes afterward reveals exactly how deeply they affect him.

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Retsu reacts to affection with stillness. Not because he dislikes it. Because he feels it fully.

The first time you kiss his face, it happens quietly. A gentle press of your lips against his temple while he’s reading.

His hand pauses mid-page.

Slowly, he turns his head toward you, expression composed as always but there’s something undeniably softer in his gaze now.

“You are affectionate today,” he observes calmly.

You laugh softly, expecting him to move on.

Instead, Retsu studies you for another moment before reaching up and lightly resting his hand over yours.

Not stopping you.

Inviting more.

Over time, your kisses become woven naturally into his life.

A kiss against his cheek while passing behind him. One against his forehead after long training sessions. Sleepy little pecks when you’re barely awake yourself.

Retsu accepts each one with quiet grace, though you begin noticing the tiny ways he responds.

The slight tilt of his head toward you.

The way his eyes close briefly when your lips touch his skin.

The subtle relaxation in his shoulders afterward.

He never reacts dramatically.

But somehow that restraint makes every response feel even more intimate.

Because with Retsu, affection isn’t treated lightly.

Every touch is acknowledged.

Treasured.

—-

🔔Kaoru Hanayama

Hanayama goes completely still whenever you kiss him. He never asks for affection but once he gets used to it, he quietly starts waiting for it.

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The first time you kiss Hanayama’s face, he looks genuinely startled.

Not visibly, not to most people. But you notice it.

The tiny pause in his breathing. The subtle shift in his gaze when your lips press softly against his cheek.

Hanayama stares at you for a long moment afterward, silent as always.

“What?” you ask with a small laugh.

He shakes his head once.

“Nothing.”

But the next time you reach for him, he doesn’t tense up beforehand.

And that’s how you realize he actually wants more.

Your kisses become one of the few things capable of visibly softening him.

A quick peck to his jaw before he leaves.

A kiss against his forehead while he sits beside you.

One absentmindedly pressed against his cheek while he’s reading.

Every time, Hanayama stills completely.

Like he’s absorbing the moment.

And slowly, subtly, he begins leaning into them.

Not obviously.

Just enough.

A slight turn of his head that gives you easier access to his cheek. Lowering himself closer when you’re standing beside him.

He never asks for affection aloud.

But eventually, if you go too long without kissing him goodbye, you’ll notice him quietly lingering near you before leaving.

Waiting.

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🥩Jack Hanma

Jack has absolutely no idea how to handle casual affection. Every face kiss leaves him tense, quiet and secretly desperate for another one.

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Jack’s first reaction to being kissed is confusion.

Not rejection.

Not irritation.

Pure confusion.

The first time you kiss his face, it’s quick, a small peck against his jaw while he’s sitting beside you.

And Jack freezes like you just hit him with a tranquilizer dart.

His head slowly turns toward you, expression unreadable except for the faint tension suddenly visible in his posture.

“…Why did you do that?” The question comes out blunt and completely sincere.

When you explain that you just wanted to kiss him, Jack looks even more confused somehow. Because affection like this is foreign to him.

There’s no strategy behind it. No challenge. No expectation. You simply wanted to be close to him.

That realization affects him far more than the kiss itself.

After that, every little face kiss completely disrupts him.

You kiss his cheek? He goes silent for several minutes.

Forehead kiss before training? Entirely distracted afterward.

Kiss against the corner of his mouth while passing by? Congratulations. Jack is thinking about it for the next six business days.

The strange part is how careful he becomes afterward.

Whenever you lean close now, his entire attention shifts toward you instantly. Like some part of him is always hoping you’ll do it again.

And if you kiss him while he’s exhausted, when his guard is already lowered, the reaction is devastatingly soft.

His eyes close briefly.

His shoulders loosen.

And for just a moment, Jack looks less like a monster built for violence.…and more like a man starved for gentleness.

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🥊 Muhammad Ali Jr.

Ali Jr. absolutely loves face kisses. He acts playful about it but every single one leaves him smiling like an idiot afterward.

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Ali Jr. reacts instantly the first time you kiss his face.

You lean over mid-conversation, press a quick kiss against his cheek and he nearly drops his train of thought entirely.

“…Hold on,” he says, staring at you with wide eyed disbelief. “You can’t just do that.”

“You seemed kissable.”

“That’s not the point.”

That is absolutely the point.

From then on, Ali Jr. becomes embarrassingly receptive to your affection.

You kiss his jaw? He grins for the next ten minutes.

Forehead kiss before a match? Suddenly he thinks he can conquer the world.

Little pecks while he’s talking? Completely ruins his focus every time.

And unlike some others, Ali Jr. doesn’t hide how much he enjoys it.

If you kiss his cheek unexpectedly, he’ll laugh softly and pull you closer immediately, resting his forehead against yours while smiling like he just won something important.

“You know that’s unfair, right?” he murmurs.

But he never asks you to stop.

If anything, he encourages it.

And secretly?

He counts every single one.

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🥒 Pickle

Pickle immediately interprets face kisses as affection and responds enthusiastically every single time.

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The first time you kiss Pickle’s face, he blinks in surprise.

You’d pressed a quick kiss against his cheek absentmindedly, expecting confusion.

Instead, Pickle immediately lights up.

A pleased rumble leaves his chest as his huge hands gently grab your shoulders, bringing you closer while he examines you with obvious curiosity.

Then, He kisses you back.

Messily.

Directly against your cheek.

You burst into laughter immediately while Pickle beams proudly, clearly convinced he understood the interaction perfectly.

And honestly?

He did.

To Pickle, affection is simple.

You show closeness physically. So every time you kiss his face afterward, he responds with complete enthusiasm.

Cheek kisses get cheek kisses back.

Forehead kisses make him nuzzle against you happily.

If you kiss his nose, he’ll probably make a confused noise before trying to do the same thing back to you.

There’s nothing restrained about his affection.

It’s warm. Open. Entirely genuine.

And over time, Pickle starts seeking those kisses out himself, lowering his head toward you expectantly whenever he wants attention.

Like a massive prehistoric puppy.

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🧨 Yujiro Hanma

Yujiro acts amused every time you kiss him but the fact that he allows such casual affection at all says more than words ever could.

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The first time you kiss Yujiro’s face, the room changes instantly.

Not because he reacts violently.

Because he doesn’t react at all.

You’d leaned over casually and pressed a quick kiss against his cheek, fully expecting some sharp comment in return.

Instead, Yujiro slowly turns his head toward you.

Silent.

Watching.

And for a split second, you wonder if you’ve made a catastrophic mistake.

Then he laughs.

Low. Amused. Genuinely entertained.

“Well,” he says lazily, “that was bold.”

But he doesn’t stop you from doing it again.

And that alone is significant.

Yujiro is not a man who tolerates unwanted touch. Most people wouldn’t survive attempting half the things you casually do to him now.

Yet somehow, your affection becomes something he allows with increasing ease.

A kiss against his jaw while passing by earns you a smirk.

Forehead kisses make his eyes narrow with amused curiosity.

Unexpected cheek kisses occasionally leave him staring at you afterward like he’s trying to figure something out.

The strangest part is how quickly he grows used to it.

Used to your hands on his face.

Used to your lips brushing his skin.

Used to your closeness.

And once Yujiro grows accustomed to something he enjoys?

He becomes quietly possessive of it.

He’ll never ask for kisses directly.

But if you’re sitting beside him and ignore him for too long, you might suddenly feel a hand hook around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re nearly in his lap.

“Getting inattentive,” he murmurs.

Like your affection belongs there now.

With him.

He watched you intensely, waiting for the first signs of discomfort. He couldn't beat his father, but in that moment, it would take the act of Congress to stop him from trying to even attack his father. He loved the man... more than even he realized himself, but when it came to you... Nothing could compare. So far, you seemed real content, a bright smile on your face as you spoke with Yujirou, telling him all about his son and his success in school and all of his little accomplishments. You were very proud of him, that much was known. Yujirou, surprisingly, didn't interrupt her, not once. He kept an unreadable face, but Baki could tell that Yujirou was enjoying her yapping.

Baki couldn't wrap his head around it. He couldn't understand why his father seemed so invested in what it was you were speaking about. It was just Baki's mundane everyday life and his smallest accomplishments... And yet you spoke of them like he won Olympic medals or something. "Baki may not be the brightest kid in his class, but he sure is the most hardest worker!! He went from a D to an A in less than a month, and with all of his classes too!! He's a little champ that he is!!" You spoke proudly.

Yujirou said nothing as he silently ate and listened to you yap. At first, he was going to tell you to shut your trap, but the more he listened, the more he began to understand why it was that made you so special to Baki. Out of all of the important figures in his life... You're the only one who sees his smallest accomplishments and make them seem like Grammy Award winning titles. Everyone in Baki's circle only sees his largest accomplishments. Even Yujirou himself doesn't really consider his small feats as anything grand... But he still notices them.

He noticed when Baki had accomplish his first hand stand, he noticed when Baki accomplished his first real fight. He noticed when Baki accomplished his first real punch, kick, back flip, his first martial arts move, and when he got his first teacher. He had always noticed Baki's smallest feats, only he never thought to congratulate him on them... He never thought to ruffle his son's hair and tell him how proud he was... He never thought to even give the boy a thumbs up... He loved Baki. He truly did with all of his wicked heart. Baki was his baby, his only baby, that he noticed and accepted.

He was proud of Baki, and the boy was strong, resilient, and grounded. He saw all of Baki's biggest and smallest feats, but not once did he ever think to congratulate him. So he listened to you, he soaked in your voice, he marinated in the pride you held for Baki, his baby boy. You spoke highly of his son, not a single complaint. You saw nothing but promise in his boy, and Yujirou couldn't help but be slightly envious of it. He didn't know how to do what you did. How to be vulnerable and express his true emotions, he didn't know how to be soft and give the boy a silent head pat... He didn't know how to do that.

Not once did you mention Baki throwing a punch, a kick, a move, a technique. You never mentioned an opponent, any rivals. That wasn't your world. You accepted that as Baki's, but it wasn't yours. Baki kept you separated from it, and honestly, Yujioru could see why, you were too sweet. Where did Baki keep finding these women? These women with souls so sweet you'd mistake them for honey, but with a bite so sharp you'd mistake it for a shark. Yujioru has never paid women like you any mind. He found your type to be weak at first glance. Quick to decern right from wrong, quick to make a fuss about how things should be 'properly' done, quick to run and fret over meaningless things.

It was something he was never attracted to, and he immediately brushed them off... But Baki was different. The boy craved this. He was more softer than Yujioru. First Kozue and now you. Yujioru could see the appeal now, and he was growing quite addicted to it... But he wanted to actually experience it for himself, but first, he wanted to see you and Baki in action. Emi, the poor soul, as strong as she was, she was no mother. In the very end, only when she believed that Baki's life was on the line, only then did she try to become a mother... Yujirou missed her sometimes... He really did love her... He hasn't even tried to remarry, sign divorce papers... He wasn't ready to whipe her completely from his life.

It's only been about 4 to 5 years since he broke her damn back, ending her miserable life. Staring at this new woman, Baki's self-proclaimed mother, he could see where he went wrong with Emi. She wasn't the nurturing type. She was a warrior in her own right, and warriors don't exactly have affection for their young. Baki seems even stronger now, with this new woman in his life, much stronger than he was with Emi and certainly stronger than when he was with Kozue... Perhaps... Yujirou should've looked for a woman more like yourself to have as Baki's mother. In his years of living, Yujirou has learned that the strongest emotions in the human spectrum were hatred and love. Amongst those two, love was the strongest.

Even Yujioru himself was at the pentacle of his strength when he was with Emi... He slowly began to actually love her, but he never admitted it to himself. He thought it was weak of him, but then he started having feelings, he became stronger, he started loving Baki, and he became practically invincible... But then, his love for Baki grew beyond what he felt for Emi and the day she threw herself in between himself and Baki... Stopping their bond from growing stronger... He killed her... Just like how Baki killed Kozue.

The love that Baki holds for you is the same Yujioru holds for Baki. Baki was and still is his world. Everything he does is for Baki. It's never not been... Sitting here, listening to you be over joy for all of Baki's small accomplishments, made his spirit soar to the stars. Hearing the same pride you held for his son was a fulfilling experience. Both yours and his pride for Baki were one in the same, but for different things, it was beautiful.

Finally, Yujioru spoke. "Damn, Baki... Never took you for a total nerd." He said, teasing his son. Baki's cheeks flared a bright red. "I'm not!!" He defended embarrassed. You chuckled at the interaction. "Being a nerd isn't so bad, Baki! At least this way, you'll be too smart to ever lose an argument." You said, trying to encourage Baki while also easing his embarrassment. Baki's redden cheeks ease some as a light, but cocky smile graced his face. "Oh yeah!! I might not be able to beat you in a fight, dad, but I sure as hell can beat you down in an educated debate!" He said in a confident voice. Yujirou smirked. "An educated debate, huh? Tell me that Newton's first law is the most dumbest thing you've ever heard... Prove me wrong." He challenged.

Baki stared at him with a blank stare while you stayed silent, your eyes bouncing back and forth between the two. "Umm.... Well, I.....Mom?" Baki said, looking to you for support, but you were quick to avert your eyes down to your plate, quickly shoving a large amount of food into your mouth. "Mm....mmmmm, mmm-mmm." You mumbled through your food, pointing at your mouth full, shaking your head as you couldn't talk with food. Flabbergasted was the word for Baki's expression before he lightly glared at you. "Tratior." He mumbled. Yujirou chuckled at Baki's misfortune. "Can't go running to Mommy this time, eh, Baki?... Nope, you gotta stand on your own now." He teased.

Baki gave him an annoyed stare before he stabbed his chopsticks into a piece of broccoli. "Whatever... Stupid Newton." He grumbled as he angerly chewed his piece of vegetation. He was more embarrassed than he was angry in all honesty. He was expecting his dad to ask a normal question, like a freaking math problem, something about space!! Maybe even something about history, but noooooo, he just had to ask about Newton's law.... And he wanted an actual debate!!! He didn't know anything about Newton and his dumb laws!! He didn't even know about the law that his dad just said!!! Obviously, his dad was waaaay more educated than he was.

Ignoring Baki's worthless tantrum, dinner continued, and it was peaceful. After dinner, Yujiro left, and it was just Baki and (Y/n), cleaning up their home. As she was washing dishes, (Y/n) spoke up loud enough for Baki to hear her from the laundry room. "Your dad is a very pleasant man, Baki!! I can see where you get your charms from!! He's funny too!!" You said, you were very pleased with the man who Yujioru turned out to be. Every time Baki spoke of his father to you, it was with both admiration and fear. The admiration part you could understand, but the fear part... You weren't so sure. He was so sweet, funny, smart, and yes, a little intimidating, but overall, he was charming. You liked him a lot.

In the laundry room, Baki was loading up the washing machine, and he gave a soft scoff at your words before he yelled back in response. "Are we sure we're talking about the same man right now, mom!?" He asked. Everything you've just said was the complete opposite of his dad. His father was powerful, imposing, intimidating, dangerous, wrathful, prideful, and sure he'll admit he was funny as hell... and apparently smart, too... Bastard... But charming, pleasant??? That was anything but his father!! You chuckled at Baki's words as you placed another plate in the drying rack. "Yes, Baki!! We are most definitely talking about the same man!! He might be scary to you since he is your father!! To be fair, most dads are usually intimidating to their sons, very rarely to their daughters... Unless she's trying to date!! But other than that, he's a sweetheart!!" You defended as you worked on washing another plate.

Baki sighed as he grabbed some laundry detergent, but he didn't open it. Instead, he paused and thought over your words. He never thought of his father only being intimidating to him, simply because he was his father... He just always thought he was because of how powerful he was... Not because of who he was to himself... It was strange to think about honestly. He could see your point... You view of the world... It was kind of cute to see how the world looked through your eyes... Through a normal person's eyes, at least... But the truth was, neither he nor his father were a part of your world... And they never will be... He wished he could be, but perhaps, it was best this way. He gave a gentle yet understanding smile before opening the detergent and pouring some of the liquid onto the clothes.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

The next day at school, Baki sat at his desk, bored out of his mind, leaning back into his chair he stared at the ceiling. He sometimes enjoyed art class, but this was one of those lessons that he had no interest in. They were learning how to knit, sew, and crochet... Boring... This wasn't a major class, so honestly it really didn't matter if he participated or not, and his teacher already knew he wasn't the best at 'delicate' work, so she left him to his own devices, so long as he didn't distract the others, she didn't mind if he just sat there, hell he could even go to sleep and she still wouldn't care, and just for that she was his favorite.

The classroom was quite aside from an audio book that was playing in the back of the class that his teacher likes to play to help with everyone's concentration, some of the stories she played were actually really good, but most of the time they were pretty boring, some silly love story, a stray mystery novel, or something else that he just didn't care about. Only twice now has she played a story about fighters, he liked thoes alot. Staring at the ceiling, his mind strayed to last night, the family dinner was actually pretty fun, and he couldn't help but find himself wanting for them to have another family night... perhaps even an entire day... It's possible... very possible.

You seemed to really like his dad, which, to be fair, was a good thing... In a traditional sense, at least. As for his dad, he wasn't too sure. He couldn't tell if he liked you or not. He knew that his dad didn't straight up NOT like you, but he wasn't sure if he actually 'liked' you... Like as a friend... A companion... Possibly even as a lover. It was too early to tell, and he couldn't exactly speak for his father. He hoped he liked you even more now... He didn't seem to mind the idea of co-parenting with you... He even acknowledged you as his mother. So he must've liked you more now that he's gotten to meet you... However, Baki wasn't sure if he wanted his dad to develop any further feelings for you. He wasn't sure if he wanted to actually be a proper family.

He craved it, yes. He wanted it so badly, but the thought of you getting caught up in their mess... Made Baki almost foam at the mouth from panic. He was possessive of you, your love, your home, your laughter, your world. He didn't want to share, and he sure as hell didn't want to lose it. He wasn't sure... His head was starting to hurt from all this thinking... It's time for a nap. He'll think more on it later. With that, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a light sleep.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Sitting in a large, spacious room with smooth wooden floors and large windows that circled the room, showing a lovely view of the city around it, sat two men on the floor, large sitting pillows cushioned them from the hard floor as they sat cross-legged from one another. Doppo Orochi and across from him, his long-time friend/rival Yujioru Hanma. They were silent, enjoying one another company, and giving each other mutual respect. Doppo spoke first.

"S'not every day I get a call from you, just out of the blue, asking for a little 'chit-chat', you could imagine my shock over the phone when you requested such a thing from me... Usually, it's me doing the calling, asking for a good drink or two... And the only times we meet up like this is to speak about the progress of our sons... Or, because there's a new rival in town to test our might against... So enlighten me, Yujioru... Why'd you call me?" Doppo asked. Yujioru hummed at Doppo's words. He knew the man was right, and he didn't deny it either.

"As you know, Baki gotten himself a new 'mother'." Yujioru started. Doppo hummed in acknowledgment. "So I've heard." He confirmed, nine out of ten, he heard about her from Katsumi. Yujioru continued. "I had dinner with her and Baki last night... She's a real piece of work... Lovely lady." He admitted. Doppo's eyes slightly widen but not by much. "A family dinner, huh? Never thought I'd live to see the day that you'd try and play the role of a 'family man'. ... It's good to hear that she's a pleasant soul... Though I already knew that, Katsumi's got quite the mouth when he's excited." Doppo confessed.

Yujirou's brow gave the slighted twitch of irritation at the mention of the boy's name. Sure, his respect for Katsumi has risen just a bit after his fight with Pickles... But he still didn't like him, and to know that he was trying to pursue a relationship with a woman of your caliber... It's laughable... and extremely irritating. "Katsumi's a damn pest, hovoring around something that isn't promised to him is shameful at best, I can promise you, Doppo, your son doesn't have a dying chance against her... She's just that special." Yujioru said. Doppo's eyes really did widen at that. "Is she really that much different?... Don't tell me you're going to try and get at her, Yujirou." Doppo said, not sure what to believe at the moment... To hear that another being has caught Yujirou's attention was always a shocker, and for it to be a woman was even more of a shock. Not many things impressed Yujirou.

Yujiro huffed at Doppo's words. "I'm not sure yet... If I'm being honest, she's totally out of my league." He admitted. Doppo stared at Yujirou in disbelief. "What? ... What do you mean, 'She's out of your league'?" He asked. This was a shocking revelation for Doppo to hear. The Great Oger, Yujiro Hanma, The Strongest Creature on Earth... Claim a simple woman was out of his league... It was unheard of. "It's just as I said, Doppo... She's out of my league... She's too human, for me... she's too sweet, kind, understanding, open-minded... She's a sharp, cut, clean woman... Not a shred of evil was in her... I'm sure she has her dark thoughts... But it's nothing compared to how we think." Yujioru explained.

Doppo stared at Yujirou with an unreadable expression. The room was silent for a while. Both men were relaxed yet also tense. Doppo eventually spoke up. "So, in other words... She's too good for you... Both literally and figuratively... Yeah, I don't know what the hell Katsumi thought he was doing... Talking to a woman like that... He never had a chance in hell with her." Doppo said, agreeing with Yujirou. "Though, I must ask, Yujirou... From a man to a man... no, from a father to a father... Could you see a possible future with her... For Baki's sake, at least?" He asked.

Yujirou remained quiet, thinking over Doppo's words, before he gave a bitter and hopeless chuckle. "Doppo... Not even God would look my way... If I got on my knees and prayed to the big man above... I fear he would strike me dead the moment I even try to ask for something... Especially something as good as her." He admitted. Doppo didn't agree, nor did he disagree. He just simply asked. "... Want to hit the bar?" Because at the moment, he didn't know how else to connect to Yujirou... Because the words he spoke were too deep for him to respond to... Unfortunately, he couldn't give Yujirou an answer... In fear, he'll jinx the man... and that wasn't fair.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Walking home from school, staring down at the ground before him, Baki was drifting mentally. He was relaxed, yes... In fact, the most relaxed he's ever been, honestly... He wasn't worried about your safety anymore... It felt guaranteed now. He didn't have to worry about Katsumi coming by anymore either, not since his father scared him off last night... He was mainly drifting on thoughts of you and his father... What was going to happen between you two? Would his father try and court you? Would he try and just be your friend? Would he just keep his distance? He wasn't sure. He's never been this confused about his father before... And in a way, he was starting to think that even his own father was confused too, about what, though? He'll never know.

Looking up, he saw the sky was pretty clear. Another beautiful day. Taking a sigh, his eyes mindlessly wonders. Looking over to his left towards the hill that housed another sidewalk, his eyes widen in confusion and slight shock as he saw you. 'What's ma doing here?' He thought. This was his usual route from home to school and back, and it was very rare for him to see you. The only times he saw you on this route was because you were on your way to the convince store, the shcool itself, or you were waiting on him. You weren't facing his way, though. You seemed to be speaking to someone. He turned towards you and began walking up the hill to you.

With a relaxed yet curious tone, he called out to you as he stalked up the hill towards you. "Hey, ma-." He stopped himself short, and his eyes widened in shock. Standing across from you was the undeniably giant Jack, his half brother. He blinked in confusion. 'Jack?... What's he doing here? Why's he talking to her? ... He's never been that interested in my life before, so why now?' Baki thought as he continued to make his way towards you. Jack wasn't a threat, not at all, Baki had no issues with you speaking to Jack... In fact, there were a few men he didn't mind you speaking to or being alone with, and Jack was one of them.

Jack seemed to notice Baki first. He said something to you and pointed over your head behind you. You followed his arm, slowly your eyes looked down, and your confusion turned into happiness when you saw Baki. You waved at him ecstatically. "HI BAKI!!!!" You happily waved towards him. He gave a half-hearted wave back with a smile on his face as he continued walking towards you. You looked back at Jack before you looked back at Baki, and you pointed at Jack. "I MADE A GIANT FRIEND, BAKI!!!" You shouted excitedly. Baki chuckled at your excitement. It was cute. Jack's cheeks slightly flushed at your enthusiasm, but he remained steadily fast.

Once at the top of the hill, Baki waved at Jack, and Jack waved back at Baki before he crossed his arms. Baki walked up to you, and he gave you a hug in greeting. "So... You finally met Jack, huh?" Baki said as he hugged you. You hummed happily in the hug before you pulled back from him, and you looked towards Jack. "Mmhmm!! I just got back from the convince store, and on my way home, he stopped me, asking if I knew who you were. He told me he was your big brother and that he wanted to thank me for taking care of his precious, baby brother." You said, making your voice more cutely as you pinched his cheek.

Baki groaned in embarrassment while Jack cleared his throat. "Just for the record... I didn't say 'precious.'" Jack said, defending his pride. Baki gently grabbed your wrist, detaching your fingers from his cheek. "I figured as much... But what made you wanna seek my mom out, Jack? I'm sure it was to thank her... But something is telling me it's more than that." Baki said. You looked up at Jack as well, wanting to know if there was more. Jack stared down at Baki. "Perceptive as ever, Baki... I came to talk to you... It's about Kozue." He said. Baki's laid-back expression harden. He could tell by Jack's tone that it was serious and that he wanted to talk to Baki alone.

You gave a somber look towards Baki. You were still pretty sadden by the sudden death of Kozue. It was so random, you gave comforting rubs to Baki's back, silently telling him that he could decline to talk about it, and you'll put a stop to Jack's prying, but Baki's harden stare eased some, as he seen that Jack meant no i'll intent towards Baki or his mother, and that he wanted to tell Baki something that revolves around Kozue... But it wasn't just about Kozue, so he gave Jack a welcoming stare. "Alright, but you gotta at least have dinner with me and ma first... She can cook some damn good rice." He said in a welcoming tone.

You gave his shoulder an offended slap, and he faked a flinch. "Only rice, Baki? Really??" You asked in a playful offended voice, your hands on your hips. He shrugged. "What? Hey, cooking rice isn't as easy as it seems, alright." He said in an offensive voice. Jack hummed in agreement. "I've burnt my rice plenty of times before... I'm not patient enough to wait for it to be done." He said, and Baki nodded. "Yeah... Cooking is boring... Besides, nobody makes rice like you do, ma!! Yours is the best." He said. You crossed your arms, trying to give him an unimpressed stare, but you couldn't help but smile at the praise. "Hmph.... What do you boys want for dinner this evening then? I'll cook whatever you want if it's within my range of expertise." You said.

Also, I made headcanons before on these characters as fathers, so if you want check that out, just be warned it’s one of my earlier works.

Retsu:

This is my bias to be honest, so be warned if I larp

Anyways, Retsu is one of the best husbands

He treats with care and respect

Sometimes you have to remind him you aren’t fragile with how he acts

He is almost always compromising to make you happy

Seeing you happy is one of his top goals

I mean, what doesn’t he do for you?

Yes, the both of you pull your weight around the house, like doing the dishes, chores, errands, etc.

But it’s the little things he likes to do.

An examples being; making you a tea when you had a bad day, making sure you take care of yourself properly if you are having a hard time with mental health issues, and even preparing you lunch before you head out for the day

He doesn’t expect anything in return, of course, but he appreciates it when you do, in anyway, physically, verbally, gifts, anything is fine.

While, the pregnancy was definitely shocking

Retsu had made sure to do everything right, pull out, the condom was on correctly, etc.

He is a perfectionist, how could he fail like that?

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want the baby, or considers it to be a mistake.

When you found out, it was more of a realization and time to look at both of your financial situations. Were you both ready to handle a baby? Yes.

Emotionally and financially

When it came to you becoming pregnant, he will always be by your side

If you are a fighter, no more training for you! Only stretching, but that is still limited.

If not, he expects you to stay home, and if you do need to leave, he will accompany you, because now, he does see you as fragile

He still saw you to be capable to do many things, but he never wanted to risk you lifting something heavy or eat something that is bad for the baby.

So to be honest, he was exhausted, and was always happy when you would take some time to return the favor to take care of him. Like making him tea, dinner, doing small loads of laundry, etc.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, the doctor said-“ There goes his ranting. Another scold, with that same folding arms against his chest. Waiting for his lover to turn to him.

Only to be met with that same soft chuckle, the one he always received when his wife thought of him to be overthinking a situation. Her hand on her back, bending to make her standing position with her round belly. Standing in front of the stove as she turned it on. The fire’s flames flickered as she turned the knob, the kettle beginning to heat up. “I know what the doctor said, but he also said I should be getting some movement, it’s gets boring while sitting down all day.”

“But it’s for the best, how have you been feeling so far?” Retsu asked, his tone now softer and gentle, his hands moving to snake her wait, hugging her from behind. His chin moving to rest on her shoulder.

“I’m perfectly fine. Only bad is the kicks I keep getting.” Y/n warmly smiled, reaching to squeeze his cheeks with her hand previously on her back.

Retsu’s fingers tapping against her stomach, his expression softening as he felt small kicks back. “It’s a good sign. Looks like our work paid off.”

“Our work? Come on! You did most of it, I felt horrible seeing you do so much for me.” Y/n admitted, moving away from his hug to grab two mugs. Beginning to replicate Retsu’s signature green tea. Which she has almost perfected…but still isn’t as good…

Retsu placed his hand on her shoulder. His lips bringing a soft kiss to her cheek. “That’s my job after all, dove.”

Katsumi:

The most reckless husband.

He is quite literally the definition of a golden retriever boyfriend

He isn’t ashamed to tell everyone you are his wife

Which means he is VERY big on PDA (Public display of Affection.)

Even though is heavily extroverted, he knows when to fix himself

He knows when to listen to you, your the last person he wants to upset.

From what I think, he would be big on physical affection.

So most of the time you spend with him is hugging, cuddling, etc.

He knows the basics when it comes to cooking and cleaning, but it trying his best to learn!

Especially when he had found out you were pregnant.

He might have been enjoying himself too much that he might have not noticed that he did a step wrong.

He thought of himself to be ready for a child

On top of that, Doppo and Natsue would give the both of you tons of parenting advice.

They were probably the people he called the most when he was taking care of you.

He did give all his effort in.

And don’t get me wrong, he thinks of you to be independent to do anything you want, but from what his mother has told him, he has to do all the hard work now.

So even though he is spending most of his time with you, he uses every opportunity to do some heavy lifting to count as his exercise.

And would 100% hope for the baby to be a boy but then end up being a girl dad once his baby comes out to be female.

“Wait, so I don’t put paprika?” Katsumi said, standing over the kitchen stove, clueless. Wearing a white wife beater that was drenched in sweat. Looking through the many seasons in the cabinets.

Y/n sitting at the small islander, looked at baby items online. Having offered to guide him through cooking a simple breakfast for the both of them. Her back hurting from the previous night when cooking dinner.

A warm smile on her face as she watched Katsumi struggle to pick the correct seasoning. “No-, you only use salt and pepper when it comes to the eggs…why would there be paprika?”

She giggled, watching as he sprinkled the salt and pepper on the eggs. Soon moving over to flip over the strips of bacon.

“Eggs and bacons are okay for the baby, right?” Katsumi bluntly asked, turning to look at Y/n. Only to be met with a raised eyebrow and chuckle, a smirk building on her face.

“Why would it not? It’s just eggs and bacon…it’s high in nutrition.” Y/n giggled, shaking her head, smiling as he slid a full plate in front of her. While he walked around the small kitchen island to sit beside her.

Musashi:

I mean, like I’ve said in many of my other posts, the dude still has some views from the past

But has learned to better himself, so he focuses on treating you correctly and being what is considered a good husband

Communication is key with him, if he does something that feels weird that was a norm back in his time, just tell him!

Even if it’s the little things, he is truly focused on making the relationship last

He does expect you to do many chores and make dinner and stuff like that, but he doesn’t have a job,

You do though.

So whenever you are at home with him, he is always asking you to teach him how to cook his favorite meals, clean, errands, just so he doesn’t feel guilty about staying home and not helping out in anyway.

Now, to the pregnancy, I don’t think he would be willing to put on condoms

So most likely, you probably messed up with taking your certain birth control and you got pregnant.

He didn’t like the idea of abortion when you had explained your options. So you stayed pregnant.

Which meant you had to take a time off of work to stay home

Which meant Musashi was with you 24/7. He doesn’t have work, so he took this as his ultimate test on how well he is at cooking, cleaning and etc. Knowing he would have to take over.

He also hopes the gender of the baby to be the boy, but won’t care if it is a girl

“Hm…it is 6:00pm, would you like me to begin dinner, love?” Musashi asked, glancing over at an analog clock that hanged on the top of the living room doorway.

“No need, I can cook dinner if you’d like, you’ve been doing so much for me-“ Y/n offered, a small reassuring smile appearing on her face as she used his shoulder to support herself onto her legs. Getting up from her comfortable spot on the couch.

But she yelped, being softly pulled back into her sitting position onto the couch. As Musashi instead stood up. “I do not need you to make me dinner, since I’m assuming you do not have anything in mind that you want for dinner, I shall surprise you with something.”

It was a nice gesture, seeing that Musashi just recently learned how to make a few basic things. But Y/n was still appreciative of the gesture.

Baki:

Baki is quite reckless in my opinion.

Which can foreshadow into how he got you pregnant.

But anyways, he loves you and always shows you love in physical ways.

The reason he loves you is you care for him, I mean, the moment he knew he loved you was when you had rubbed a napkin on his cheek to clean off food from your cheek.

Another way to put it is, your the black cat to his golden retriever

Both of you filling the gap for the other.

You both got married young, nothing big, just a bunch of close friends and a nice ceremony.

Then you were considered husband and wife.

A ring on both of your fingers

And oh does he flaunt it

When he had first found out you were pregnant, he was definitely shocked.

But after some thought, he realized he must have torn the condom while he was inside of you

By then he was okay with having children

But of course he was hesitant knowing this would hold him back from his training.

So he began to look online for parenting advice, along with how to care for his wife during pregnancy

Especially since he doesn’t have a parental figure he can turn to for advice

So most of the time, he keeps his phone with him to make sure he can be able to double check on some foods, drinks, etc

Baby shopping was his favorite part

Baki would most likely not spoil his baby since his mother spoiled him and only gave him money and not love (correct me if I’m wrong)

But still makes sure to get the best for his baby

“Awwe, look at this baby jumper, we should get this one, and also get some clothes of the same color so we are all matching-“ Baki smiled ear to ear holding up a navy blue romper for his lover to see. Glancing around the small shop for outfits of the same color.

Y/n smiling warmly, taking the romper to examine it. “Look at the price tag though, $15.99 for this? I don’t think it’s worth it, Baki-“ She began, her cheeks puffed, seeing that even though it was a good material and design, it was out of their price range.

“So? Come on! The baby is already expensive, plus, it’s nothing compared to the crib we got the baby. Along with strollers. And-“

“Okay, okay, I get it. I guess we can splurge on the romper. But let’s pass on the matching outfits.” Y/n chuckled, moving on to the next section of cloths. The romper being placed into the shopping basket that Baki held. As both their attentions switched to new things.

Jack:

A big factor about this dude is that he won’t end up like his father

He will stay by you no matter what.

And make sure to support you in any circumstance.

He loves you unconditionally, expressing it verbally and physically.

So when he got you pregnant, it was just a simple problem in the condom that he was fine with.

So his protectiveness skyrocketed.

The only problem is that, since you are pregnant, he is similar to Retsu, he doesn’t want to risk you thinking of yourself to be independent and do something you aren’t supposed to

So he ended up moving in some gym supplies into the house and began to work out in the house whenever he could.

He would try to cook but would only be able to cook basic meals that took minimal effort

Would also be a big help in decorating the baby’s nursery.

Would want a boy to carry his genes but would secretly enjoy to be a girl dad

Y/n was in the kitchen, the blender blaring through the house as she mixed the ingredients to make a protein shake for Jack. Who was in the big living room, watching TV as he did bicep curls with his huge barbells.

Heavily focused on everything but the TV. His attention switching to his lover as she entered the room with his protein shake. His instinct was to drop his barbell, it wasn’t the gym so it was okay to drop his weights.

But he quickly reacted once he noticed Y/n moving to try and catch the barbell since she must have not understood that it was okay to drop the barbell. “Don’t. You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things, nor catching them.”

He quickly reacted, making sure she hadn’t caught it, his hand on her wrist, not to hurt her but to prevent her. Before letting go and grabbed his protein shake. Leaning down to kiss her forehead. Taking a sip of the drink.