“ren, we could just buy one…” you murmured in between kisses. “no, i need something sweet in my mouth right now.” he stubbornly argued. 

he bit and sucked on your bottom lip as if you were his lollipop, and gripped your jaw to keep your head in place while he continued devouring your mouth, exploring your cavern as you melted into him, kissing him back with fervor and passion, the faint taste of sugar from his previous lollipop still lingering on his lips.

the kisses that you shared with kaji ranged from soft and gentle, to gradually escalating to being incredibly needy and passionate, leaving you breathless and head being filled with only him, like you are now, completely in the moment.

“ren…” you gasped, feeling his hands roaming your thighs, fingers slightly under the hem of your skirt, and at the same time his body is pressed up so closely against yours. you let out a small whimper. “we can’t…” 

“just a little more, i need my sugar fix…” he couldn’t bring himself to stop, and you didn’t have enough self-control to pull him away from you, as kaji’s kisses and touches felt too good, and how could he resist how sweet you looked and tasted? it’s like he was addicted to you, the craving he felt for you was even stronger than his craving for his lollipops. 

you two pulled away for a little bit for air but what kaji saw before him knocked the air right out of his lungs.

standing at a distance was umemiya, his hand covering his mouth after he had let out a tiny gasp. beside him was hiragi, whose jaw dropped to the ground as he fumbled in his pockets frantically looking for his stomach medications.

as bad as it sounded, you two were so focused and entangled in pleasure that it did not even occur that someone could possibly walk in, regardless if this was after school and mostly everyone had went home or gone on patrol. you and kaji pushed each other away like you were on fire. well, your cheeks were, anyway, burning so intensely from the huge blush that formed on it.

“ah, young love.” umemiya gushed. kaji was so frantic, that his eyes widened like saucers. 

“i was going to ask if you could take charge of patrol tomorrow, kaji. but it seems you’re already taking charge of something else…” hiragi cleared his throat and tried to hold back his amusement from the sheer look of shock present on kaji’s face. they both enjoyed teasing kaji, it seems. you were definitely in shock as well, as you bowed your head multiple times in apology to both umemiya and hiragi. 

they both told you it was absolutely fine, and hiragi apologized as well for walking in on both of you too, conking umemiya on the head with his fist for chuckling about how “grown up” kaji was now.

kaji, who had no idea what to say or how to react or how to look anyone in the eye ever again, quickly put on his headphones, grabbed your hand by the wrist and ran off with you, heading off to the convenience store to stock up on lollipops. lesson learned: never run out of them ever again. (although, the real lesson learned should be: don’t get caught making out in public ever again).

ꕤ bonus ꕤ

the two of you decided to head to kaji’s house, an air of tension still looming over both of you from the embarrassment of being caught by umemiya and hiragi. while seated on his bed, kaji looked over at you like he wanted to say something but he stopped himself from doing so. 

you tried to lighten up the vibe with your humor. “by the way, i made sure to lock the door. i don’t think umemiya and hiragi would randomly walk into your bedroom, ren.” you placed your hand on top of his reassuringly. kaji finally looked up and his eyes met yours. deep down, he felt ashamed not just because the two of you got caught, but because the image of you in that state and your blissed out facial expression was supposed to be for kaji's eyes only.

“would…you like to continue from where we left off?” he asked, while you giggled and embraced him tightly. “hmm, where were we?” you grabbed kaji by the collar of his hoodie and pulled him in to give him another round of kisses. 

“I already added my contact, so you don’t need to bother with that! Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll help you with transferring all the others from your old phone too – only if you want me to, of course.”

That’s also what Sakura likes about you. You never make a great deal out of it because you know he’s embarrassed that he can’t do the same thing for you. 

That is, except for that first time when he let it slip that he felt…guilty. Inadequate. Undeserving.

“But you already give me the whole world, Sakura,” you'd argued.

"Huh?"

“I mean, why would I want you to buy me a new phone when I can just do that myself? You don't need to do that for me to love you – no, I just love you for being you!” you'd beamed, slinging your arms across his neck and peppering his face with kisses.

“Huh?!” Sakura just knows his face must've rivalled the colour of Umemiya’s tomatoes in late summer. “That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Love doesn’t have to make sense, silly!”

And then, you’d laughed, and Sakura remembers thinking that it might just be the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

🫖Suo Hayato🫖

Suo immediately knows you’re from a well-off family the first time he lays his eye on you.

It’s the way you move, your spine always straight and your chin held high, your steps small and graceful, making it look like you’re almost floating over the ground. It’s the clothes you wear, made from the finest silk and decorated with embroideries so small and delicate that he thinks he could spend hours just tracing the thin, golden lines. It’s the way you speak, words woven with such politeness and elegance that most people wouldn’t know if you were praising them or offending them.

Still, it’s not your posture, or your clothes, or the way you speak which makes Suo fall for you so hard that there’s no coming back from it.

No, it’s your smile.

Yes, he knows it sounds ridiculous – like something taken out of a bad romance novel. But it’s the truth. And anyone’s who’s been on the receiving end of one of your smiles will understand.

Your lips curl in the most beautiful way. Your eyes light up, making the entire room seem brighter, the colours less dull and the shadows less ominous.

And once he gets to know you better, it’s all the little things that make his love for you grow even more. Steadily, but powerfully, like the tides following the call of the moon. 

So, as soon as someone just as much as insinuates that he’s only together with you because of your wealth…well, Suo doesn’t take kindly to that.

His eye will harden, his jaw set, and his fists clench until his knuckles turn white and by then, only your voice or your fingers tracing invisible lines over his curled fists will bring him back from the burning rage clouding his vision.

It’s another thing entirely when someone insults you. His rage isn't burning then, but cold, so cold that it makes his surroundings drop several degrees in temperature. At that point, he doesn't think anything can bring him back from that calm, dangerous place his mind wanders.

It doesn’t matter if it’s to your face, or his face, or behind your backs – but if anyone so much as whispers one bad word about you…well, then they’ve brought their misfortune upon themselves.

It starts out as the typical gang fight during him and Sakura’s afternoon patrol around Makochi.

But then, he hears it.

“Tch. It’s that rich-ass bitch’s boyfriend. You think he’ll bring in a nice ransom if we capture him? Or maybe, if he's out of the picture, do you think she’d go out with me instead? I bet she’ll just--”

But he doesn’t get to say any more than that. Because just then, Suo lands a kick right to his face, knocking out several teeth and breaking his nose with a loud, wet, squelch.

There’s something dark swirling in his eye as he grabs the gang member by the collar of his jacket and then brings down his fist. Again and again and again and again.

“…”

“…Suo…”

“…cut it out!”

“Suo!”

“SUO!!!”

Sakura’s roar brings him back to his senses. He pauses, glancing down at the long since passed out gang member. Then, he looks up at Sakura.

Sakura looks angry, but not surprised. No, this isn’t the first time Suo has lost it when someone has offended you.

“I promised you I wouldn’t tell her the last time,” Sakura begins, “but this can’t keep happening. I know you’re pissed and I am too, but dammit, can’t we just focus on beating the rest of these guys and then leave it at that?”

Suo is silent for a moment. A dangerous form of silence that makes the small hairs on the back of Sakura's neck rise and sends shivers down his spine.

And then, Suo throws back his head, tassel earrings swishing around his shoulders as he lets out a short-breathed laugh. “Of course, Sakura-kun. You’re right.”

He unceremoniously lets go of the gang member who falls limply onto the paved street. Then, he turns on his heels, proceeding to calmly make his way over to the rest of the stunned gang members.

He smiles at them, teeth glinting in the harsh afternoon sun. “You're right, Sakura-kun," he repeats, voice soft like the silk of his jacket. "This isn’t the time to just punish one of them.”

🩷Kiryu Mitsuki🩷

Kiryu always imagined that when he someday got a partner, it’d be him spoiling them rotten. Like, what else is he supposed to use his ridiculous amount of continuously growing pile of pocket money on, gifted to him by his father as some sort of compensation for being so pathetically lacking in every other aspect of parenting?

Yes, Kiryu had always imagined it’d be him taking his partner on extravagant dates and pay for every meal. To take them to the amusement park maybe, or to the arcade so that he could use a thousand attempts on getting that one specific plushie they so wanted without thinking twice of the expense.

Never in his life had he imagined that he’d end up with someone even more well off than he is, as hard to believe as that is.

In the beginning, it had felt wrong. He wanted to be the one to spoil you. He wanted to pay for your fancy matcha lattes and strawberry cream crepes, for your dresses and jewellery and make-up when you went shopping together. 

He doesn’t want to pay for you just because you’re a girl – God no, he hates antiquated gender roles. No, he guesses it’s because, growing up, it was the only form of affection he was ever subjected to himself and thus, the only way he knows of.

But as he’s slowly growing comfortable in your relationship – with every afternoon spent playing gacha games and using either his or your father’s credit card to pay for pulls and rolls, with every evening stroll through the traditional gardens surrounding either yours or his family’s estate (he prefers yours, only because then, he doesn’t have to deal with his obnoxious father), with every trip to the arcade where you see who can get each other the biggest, cutest, fluffiest plushie first – he learns that it’s not about spending money.

It's about doing all the fun and silly and beautiful things together. With you. Whether it be playing gatcha games or tag, strolling through private extravagant gardens or public parks, going to the arcade to spend money or just to run around and look at all the sparkly prizes behind thick, impenetrable plexiglass.

As long as you’re with him, it doesn’t matter who’s supposed to do what and who’s supposed to pay for whom.

So, when you many years later fall to one knee, presenting him with two matching rings he just knows cost more than the yearly income of a normal household, he doesn’t think it’s strange or weird or improper that it’s not him kneeling in front of you.

Because gender roles be damned, and Kiryu’s never been more happy in his life than he is when he answers,

“Yes.”

🍑Kaji Ren🍑

Kaji thinks the hoodies you buy him look exactly like the ones he used to wear before he met you.

He'd told you it was ridiculous – that he didn’t need another grey hoodie to who knows how many tens of thousands of yen from some designer boutique he’s been too intimidated to even step foot into before. But you’d insisted, with those large, pleading eyes of yours, and of course he couldn’t deny you anything.

And after wearing his new hoodie for some time, he notices it. The way the sleeves don’t start fraying at the edges, how the colour never seems to fade even after many many washes, and how soft the inside is, making it feel like it’s almost lined with cotton candy.

So, he can accept the hoodies.

Fine. 

But then, all the other things start piling up.

The carefully packaged peaches delivered in boxes so pretty that he doesn’t dare throw them out. They’re just piling up in his room, neatly stacked in a corner. The expensive hair products you buy him, claiming that if he insists on dying his hair so often, then he should at least make sure it’s kept in the best shape possible.

And then of course, there’re the trips.

You know he loves amusement parks, so you’ve made it a habit to bring him with you around the country. To Disneyland. Universal Studios Japan. Fuji Q Highland.

You even bring him to Ghibli Park one weekend. It’s first later that he finds out you’d stayed up late every night for a whole month just to get those limited, first-come first-serve tickets – something not even money could buy.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” he grumbles once he finds out – from one of your friends who’d told Anzai who’d told Sakura who’d told him.

“But I wanted to!” you beam unapologetically. You’re looking at your phone, legs swinging back and forth as they tend to do whenever you’re excited about something.

“I think we’ve tried just about every amusement park within a day’s travel from here,” you hum after some time, scrolling through your phone with a thoughtful expression. “So, I thought next time, we could maybe do an entire weekend trip?”

Kaji shakes his head. “No really, it’s fine, we don’t have to--”

“Or, since the holidays are coming up, we could go to South Korea maybe! Or overseas – then, we can test if Universal Studios Hollywood is just as fun as Universal Studios Japan!”

You glance up at him, smiling so brightly that Kaji’s heart melts at the sight.

He lets out a huff.

He just can’t deny you anything, can he?