#johji chakura

Excuse you. Excuse me. Excuse you who tf.

AHHHH just thinking of this makes me warm and fuzzy cause the DDIWT boys are all so adorable! This is so long, so I’m sorry for the long read T____T I hope you enjoy!!~ :) 

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Ichigo:

“What kind of a first date is it where I have to pick him up?” you muttered, under your breath on the way to Ichigo’s house. 

Ichigo lived on the other side of town, and despite the town being small enough to walk from place to place, you were lazy. You sighed when you got to the familiar front gate, and pressed them bell continuously until you heard a scream from inside. 

“Quit it! I’m coming!” 

You smirked and crossed your arms. You didn’t want to be this petty, but it was kinda fun. Especially when it made Ichigo get mad. 

“Was that necessary?” he asked, with an annoyed expression. 

“Well hello to you too!” you replied. 

Ichigo moved aside and swung his arm around to indicate that you could enter. His apron was wrapped around his body with a couple of flour marks smeared on it, and his hair was lightly touched up on. 

A sweet and warm aroma immediately hugged you upon entering the house, and you couldn’t wait to try what Ichigo was baking in the oven. 

“What is that? It smells so good!” you moaned, rushing to see what it was. 

Upon turning around, you saw Ichigo hold out an apron for you. His cheeks spread with a red glow, and his eyes darted back and forth between the floor and the oven. You stuck your neck into the hole and let Ichigo tie the loose ends at the back. 

“So…what are we doing…?” you asked, brushing your hands on the front pocket. 

“Well, I know how much you like our cakes and I wanted to make them with you…but if you don’t want to, you can just eat them once they’re done.” 

You laughed out loud, and soon Ichigo joined as well. 

“I’m going to make it, but you can’t make fun of me if it looks weird, okay?” you said, holding out your pinky for a promise. 

“I promise.” Ichigo said, with a boyish grin. “But I’m not eating it if it looks weird.” 

Haruki:

The clear blue sky warmly greeted you from above, as the spring air whirled around you as you walked through town. Your new blue sundress sway from side to side with every step you took, attracting the eyes of everyone around you. You hurried over to the flower shop that Haruki’s family owned to meet up with Haruki. It was a tad bit too early, but you couldn’t wait or else the butterflies would gnaw away at your stomach until you got sick. It wasn’t long until you saw Haruki walk out the door, holding a beautiful bouquet of bright red tulips. 

“______? What are you doing here?” Haruki asked, confused. “I was going to pick you up.” 

“I got ready earlier than I expected so I just…” you trailed off, looking down and kicking a pebble with your foot. 

Haruki handed you the tulips and smiled warmly. 

“These are for you.”

You blushed and took the flowers, thanking him softly. Haruki gently took your hand and squeezed it. You looked up into his face and smiled back at him. Somehow the nervous energy left and a feeling of comfort took its place. 

You two walked along the river and into the woods with beautiful bright flowers all around you as you walked. The two of you sat down on a bench where the breeze hit your face and the sun shined in your eyes. 

“Did you know that every flower has a different meaning? Daisies are a symbol of innocence and purity, while Amaryllis means extreme beauty.” Haruki said, looking out into the field of flowers. 

“Well…what does this mean?” you asked, pointing at the red tulips sitting on your lap. 

Haruki smiled to himself. He held your hand and touched the side of your face. 

“It means perfect and true love.”

Ryuzo:

“What…is…this…?” you asked in utter belief as Ryuzo shoved a bundle of carrots in your face. 

“I thought girls liked presents on dates!” Ryuzo replied, also in utter disbelief.

You smacked your hand to your forehead and started laughing. How could he do this one thing and make you so happy? This idiot brought carrots to you and you couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Thanks, Ryuzo. They’re lovely.” you said, still laughing to yourself. 

“I was debating between carrots or eggplants, but I’m glad you like it!” Ryuzo exclaimed, without a clue in the world as to why you were laughing 2 minutes ago. 

You swallowed another laugh and took Ryuzo’s hand, causing his cheeks and ears to turn beet red.

As you walked along the river with one hand in Ryuzo’s and one hand holding a bundle of carrots, you found a nice field, where a picnic basket was set nicely on a checkered picnic blanket. 

“I wanted to cook you something, because you cook for me and my family all the time. It-It won’t be as good though, so don’t complain if it tastes bad!” 

“Anything you make will be good! Thank you!” you replied, sitting down and opening up the riceballs and taking a big bite. 

The sour vinegar punched you in the mouth and nose after taking the first bite, leaving you coughing and on the verge of crying. Ryuzo sprung up to pat you on the back when you were hacking your lungs up. 

“I-I told you it wasn’t good..!!” Ryuzo said, a bit embarrassed after you drank some water and stopped coughing. 

“Well…it’s a good thing we have these.” you replied, holding up the carrots. 

Rihito:

It was the weekend, so it appeared to be busier than normal on the small streets of your town. You were waiting in front of Black Ship, when you felt a warmth enveloping your hand. You snatched your hand back and yelped a bit, but to show only a pouty Rihito. 

“Richy!” you cried out, placing a hand over your heart. “You scared me.” 

Rihito smiled charmingly at you and took the hand off your heart and into his hand. He squeezed it tightly, making your heart flutter up and down. Ugh how was he so calm?! 

You looked down and cleared your throat. 

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“It’s a secret. Let’s walk this way.” Rihito said, guiding you away from the crowd to an alleyway. 

You couldn’t help but look at Rihito’s side profile as the two of you walked hand in hand in the dark and humid alley. His soft golden curls bounced up and down with every step he took, his lips turned up in a sweet smile, and his perfect fitted jeans and button down looked amazing on him. It was like he was meant to wear that outfit, him and only him. 

“Do you like me that much?” Rihito asked, smirking since he caught you staring. You quickly looked away and pushed him away. 

The two of you walked further away from the busy main streets of the town to a small house with a stunning garden and a grand wooden door. Upon entering the house, you saw a lone white piano in the middle with snacks and soda on the coffee table. You sat down on the nearby sofa while Rihito took his place at the piano bench. 

“This is a song I’ve been working on and… I want to dedicate it to you, ______.” Rihito said, quietly and lovingly, before working his magic on the keys to your song. 

Takeshi:

Takeshi was never the type to be super romantic, so you didn’t really expect anything for the first date. You were incredibly nervous that you wanted to puke, but you knew you would have a good time as long as he was with you. 

“_____!” 

You turned around to see Takeshi jogging up to you in front of Black Ship and smiling quickly before going back to his regular ‘idontcare’ face. The two of you walked away from your house to go to where Takeshi planned your date, and it was incredibly awkward. You were trying your best to make conversation, but Takeshi wasn’t really making it easy to, so you guys were now walking in silence. 

“Huh?” you muttered, knowing where you guys were going now. 

The treehouse was still the same after a decade of abandonment, and a wave of nostalgia struck you. You were still in awe when you heard Takeshi yell out from the ladder on the tree. 

“Are you coming?!” 

When did he get there? Were you spacing out that long? You hurried to catch up with Takeshi and climbed the ladder swiftly before opening the wooden door to the entrance. The place was mostly the same, except for the tons of comic books, fresh sandwiches, snacks, and Takeshi covered in pillows and blankets. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What is all this?” you asked, amused. 

Takeshi just looked around the room and looked up at you before replying. 

“I wanted to take you someplace special, but I just felt like I wanted it to be somewhere private and special to both of us. Not just a restaurant or a cafe, but someplace…special.” Takeshi said. 

His voice remained calm, but his cheeks and ears turned bright red as he finished replying. You couldn’t help but smile and blush a little at his thoughtfulness and nod. 

Takeshi was an action based person rather than a word/speak based person, so you sat down next to him and squeezed his hand. The whole day was filled with occasional deep conversations and lots of comic books, and you wouldn’t have wished for a better day. 

Johji:

It was the first time going on a date with an older guy, and it was so different than the other dates you’ve been on with guys your age. Johji picked you up to go to a small and elegant Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. The restaurant had a dress code, so you were squeezed into black heels and your homecoming dress from last year. Needless to say, you were incredibly uncomfortable. 

The car pulled up to the restaurant, and you stumbled out in your heels to see a restaurant that you never thought you would go to anytime soon. 

“Shall we?” Johji asked, holding your arm. 

The interior was beautifully decorated and the scent of basil greeted you, but you could barely focus on anything except your feet that were probably bleeding internally. 

The food came out rather quickly and it was delicious, but you couldn’t feel your feet anymore. You had to go home. Or change. 

“______? What’s wrong?” Johji asked, concerned after seeing you wince in pain.

“It’s nothing.” you replied, still wincing. 

“It’s not nothing. Are you hurt?” 

“Um…my feet hurt real bad.. I think I need to change or something. You can stay though! It’s fine!” you replied, not wanting to ruin Johji’s night.

Johji smiled and called the waiter over, asking to take everything to-go before helping you back to the car. Once you guys reached Black Ship, you felt awful for ruining your date. You bowed and apologized, when Johji reached over and shook his head. 

“I ruined it.. I’m really sorry. I should have worn the flats, but I wanted to impress you so-” you rambled, until Johji put up a hand. 

“______. You didn’t ruin anything. It’s better being at home comfortable, isn’t it? So I should be thanking you and those horrible heels.”