#mieisuke writes

Characters: Rindou Haitani + Wakasa Imaushi + Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu

Tw: fem!reader, swearing, angst + blood

Master List ; Part B

PART TWO TAGGED ABOVE.

Rindou Haitani

From the moment Rindou walked through the front door with blood covering his clothes and what appeared to be a stab wound in his arm – anyone could’ve predicted the fight. You stood silently in the kitchen; mouth agape as you watched your blond boyfriend pull the first aid kit from below the sink.

After a couple of minutes of processing what was before you and the situation you found yourself in, your eyebrows furrowed with anger, “Rindou, what the fuck?!”

Rindou ignored your statement and continued to wrap a bandage around his arm, blood already seeping through the white bandage. The pain he was experiencing from the wound were expressed on his face clearly, despite his obvious attempt to hide it behind a gritting frown.

You began to make your way towards him, “Rin, you need stiches! A bandage is gonna do nothing for it, it’s gonna continue to bleed!”

As your hands tried to stop the mechanical process of winding the bandage around his arm that Rindou had programmed in him, he jerked his arm away from you with an angered scowl on his face, “Stop tryin’ to tell me what to fucken do, (Y/n)!” he snapped, violet hues narrowed towards your figure. “I don’t need you controllin’ everything that fucken happens in my life, got it?! I can do stuff on my own!”

At the sudden raise of his voice, you couldn’t help but back away a little, “I don’t ‘control’ everything that happens in your damn life and I know that you can do stuff on your own,” You argue back. “But I’m telling you – wrapping a bandage around that isn’t gonna do shit.”

“Why do you care, huh?!” Rindou yells, slamming his uninjured hand onto the kitchen bench. “Why does it matter if the wound continues to bleed – its just a scratch!”

You know you should stop and resolve this calmly but right now, it wasn’t an option, “Why do I care? Maybe because its my fucking job as your girlfriend to do so, jackass!”

Even as it was an extremely heated argument, Rindou should’ve never let the words slip from his mouth, “Yeah, well, no need to do that anymore ‘cause you just got fucken fired from the position!”

A suffocating silence filled the room as Rindou registered what he had just said, his eyes starting to soften as he suddenly felt the anger being replaced with a strong sense of uneasiness and guilt. Like before, you just stood there with a bleakly unreadable expression.

He went to open his mouth but you had already beaten him to it as you spun around on your heels, “Fine, then. Do whatever you want and I happily accept my dismissal – I hope you fucking bleed to death.”

Your words were filled with nothing. No anger, passion, or emotion – just empty. The clogs inside Rindou’s head were beginning to turn – had he just lost the one person who he loved so dearly? He should’ve stayed silent for once.

Wakasa Imaushi

As of late, you’ve been experiencing some distance in your relationship. You don’t exactly remember when it began and you don’t remember when you really started to notice it. Wakasa slowly drifting out of your relationship and out of your life was the only way you could view it as.

For some time, you had tried to reach back out to him but he appeared to be dismissive towards all of your attempts and there was never an explanation as to why. It was beginning to feel pointless. You’ve known Wakasa for years – you probably know his mind better than you know your own.

The neglect was reaching you, the long nights you’d spend laying in an empty bed meant for two. Sometimes, you’d wondered if he’d even come home during the night. Whose to say? Yet, there was always that miniscule of hope within your heart that things would return to how they once were.

So, when you had stumbled across the restaurant reservation ticket conveniently left on the kitchen table and timed for the coming evening – your heart exploded with joy. Maybe this was Wakasa finally coming back to you, just like the old days. Surely him leaving the reservation ticket on the table was a sign he wanted to meet you there tonight.

The place booked was extremely fancy as well, top of the line in the cuisine industry. Soon enough, the evening came and you dressed yourself up into your most expensive dress. You had spent an hour at least on your eyeliner alone and by the time you were finished, it was time to leave.  

Walking down the street, you soon arrived at the venue but as you entered the restaurant to look for Wakasa, your eyes fell upon the man who had once held your heart – sitting across from another woman. Your heart shattered seeing him smile at the woman, a smile you hadn’t experienced in months it felt like.

However long you had been standing there for became irrelevant to you but the moment Wakasa’s eyes briefly gazed across the room and interlocked with your tear-brimmed ones – he immediately stood to his feet. You couldn’t deal with this right now, a lame explanation revolving around, it isn’t what it looks like.

To save your broken heart from more pain, your feet moved automatically as you pushed past multiple people to exit the venue with Wakasa trailing after you. You ignored he yells for you to stop and it wasn’t long before he grabbed your wrist.

“(Y/n), baby,” he pleaded. “Let me explain.”

“Get your hands off me!” You cried, pulling your entire body away and out of his grasp as your teary eyes narrowed at him. “It all makes such good sense now! The constant ignoring and avoiding!”

“Just give me—!”

“No!” You scoffed. “I’ve done so much to get you to notice or even acknowledge me lately, and now I know why you’ve been so distant!”

“(Y/n)—!”

“You know, if you weren’t happy….” You sniffled. “You could’ve just said something to me instead of allowing myself to believe that you actually still cared for me… could’ve ended this damn 8-year relationship easier than ending it like this….”

“Just fucken listen to me!” Wakasa’s attempts to catch your frazzled mind were pointless, you were losing it over here.

“No, you listen to me!” You demanded. “Walk your fucking ass back into that venue, enjoy the rest of your goddamn dinner and then take your girl back to your apartment for the night and make sure you treat her fucken right!”

Not even allowing him the chance to speak again, you stormed off in the opposite direction. As you walked aimlessly, realising you had no other place to go – you began to recall what a waste the past 8 years were to you now that they were over.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

“Where the fuck are my pills?!”

The first thing you heard at 2 a.m. was the over exaggerated yelling of your pink-haired boyfriend, followed by the clashing sound of items hitting the floor. It was a loud enough ruckus to make you move from your bed and out into the lounge room.

Walking out into the lounge room, a yawn escaped your lips as you saw your boyfriend practically running around the house, looking for The Lost Pills. Seeing him so frantic would’ve made you smile but you could tell that from the tone of his voice, he was sober and he didn’t want to be.

“Haru… baby?” You yawned once again. “What are you looking for, hm?”

Sanzu walks past you towards the dining room and begins to open all the cabinets, “Damn pills, have you seen ‘em?”

You tapped your chin for a moment, “The pink and blue ones?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “That’s them.”

“Oh, I threw them out.”

Sanzu’s eye twitched, “The fuck you just say…?”

You leant your body against the doorway’s frame as you repeated yourself, “I threw your blue and pink pills out.”

That’s how you led to this moment in time, two hours later and you and Sanzu were still at each other’s throats over the situation of you throwing his pills out.

“I still don’t fucken understand!” Sanzu yelled. “Why the fuck would you through my pills out, huh?! My damn pills!”

You scoffed, “Because you’re always getting high. Haruchiyo, I don’t remember the last time you were remotely sober!”

The pinkette rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, congrats – I’m sober now! How’d you fucken like it?!”

“Stop yelling at me!” You chimed. “I don’t want you to have an overdose, Haru! You take so much during the day to deal with all the Bonten bullshit and sooner or later, you’re gonna drop dead!”

“Ever thought that it’s the initial goal, (Y/n)?!” Sanzu sneered. “I can never come home to some quiet housewife, can I? No, I have to come home to an ungrateful house-bitch. Hundreds of bitches out there would kill to be with me and what I could give ‘em.”

His words painfully stab your heart but do not allow it to stop beating, you’ve always been strong… just maybe for too long at this point, “What are you trying to say?!”

Sanzu grabbed the nearest glass ornament on the table beside him and ditched it against the wall much too close to your now trembling figure, “For fuck’s sake! Do I need to spell it out for you? You’re an easy fucken replacement, (Y/n)!”

You’re unsure whether it would be considered strong or weak to walk away from that situation without another word at the tip of your tongue. Sanzu had always been a wildcard, manic – and unpredictable but you could too. So, when you just walked out of the room, towards the front door, in nothing more than your pyjamas – Sanzu couldn’t help but feel more enraged. Were you just dissing him now?

“Where are you fucken going!?” he shouted.

Your reply was simple, “I’m leaving!”

“Huh?” Sanzu hadn’t really thought that you’d be the one to walk out, in his mind, you depended on him too much.

There was nothing stopping your teeth from mashing together in frustration, “Do I need to spell it out for you?! I’m getting the fuck out of your life so that you can show all of my replacements what is now available!”

With a slam of the door, you were gone and in all honestly, Sanzu was unsure how he felt about it all. Did he really mean what he had said before? He’s never been sobered long enough to tell if the sober-Sanzu is the one who has the capability of telling the truth.

Would a request with a racer s/o be possible. Like draken/ran/mitsuya or other caracters with a racer who makes tons of money and maybe is therefore the bank of the gangs

Don't forget to stay hydrated 💋💋💋

Discovering You’re A Racer?!

Staring: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano + Ken “Draken” Ryuguji + Ran Haitani

Tw: fem!reader, swearing, fluff + crack

Master List

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Your relationship with Mikey had always been amazing, even before the two of you got romantically involved with each other. Most, if not all, things he didn’t do with Draken - he did with you. Whether it was riding around Tokyo during the night or eating kids’ meals during the day, Mikey wanted you to be with him.

Every now and again, you’d treat each other out to special days where the other would do nothing but spend money on the other. If you’re being honest, the amount of times you bought Mikey Dorayaki or Taiyaki outnumber the days you attend school. Though you didn’t mind, you always had a steady flow of income. The one thing Mikey never understood was where you got so much money from.

“Hey (Y/n)?” Mikey spoke up, distracting you from your essay paper as you both sat in a cafe. “Can I just ask where you work?”

You sheepishly smiled, “Why does it matter where I work?”

“Just wanna know,” he shakes it off as, though you knew he was poking around that same subject again - how’re you so wealthy?

You place down your pen and rest your head on your propped up hand as you stare at the male in front of you, “Go on. I know you wanna ask it.”

The blond crosses his arms as he leans back into his chair with a pout, “Not gonna ask anythin’ ‘cause you’re not gonna tell me anyways. Your work can’t be that bad, right? Why don’t you want me to know?”

You sigh, “Baby, it’s a little more complicated than you think.”

“You can tell me, ya know?” he mumbles. “I won’t be mad… unless you’re a stripper on the side, then I think we need to revisit the rules of this relationsh—!”

“What?! Me. A stripper?!” You object in a shouted whisper. “I admire your standards but drop the expectation - if it helps to enforce it, I’ll take you to my work to prove I’m not a stripper!”

That’s just what you did. To prove your innocence, you fell right into Mikey’s hands and took him to the place of which you worked. Yet, your final destination confused Mikey beyond belief. A motor plex track? You both walked into the arena situated area amongst dozens of other people.

“I thought we were going to your work?” Mikey questions and you smile.

“Wait and see, Manjiro.” You chuckled. “Uhm, you go in ahead, I just needa go to the bathroom quickly.”

Despite the mystery surrounding it all, Mikey did enjoy watching the bikes race along the tracks as he waited for your return. He found it disappointing that you were missing the first race but he couldn’t draw his eyes away from the racer in the lead. Their bike was annihilating the track and the other racers and soon enough, they were crowned the winner.

The crowd roared with anticipation and the large tv of the arena zoomed in onto the racer as they removed their helmet, waving to the crowd. Mikey’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

“What an unexpectedly expected turn out!” the commentator laughed. “Ladies and gentleman! We have a racing celebrity with us tonight - (Y/n)!”

From where you were down on the track, you could easily see Mikey’s shocked expression and you couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t the only unpredictable one in the relationship. And in the end, the longing question was answered. Just not the way he was expecting.

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

This man was completely oblivious when it came to your line of work. He never really questioned how you had so much cash on you. Even though, he and all his friends were practically always broke. Since he never asked you about it, you never felt obligated to share.

Though, you knew that once he found out, the questions and objections of your profession would roll in like waves to the beach. Plus, you wouldn’t be answering and listening to the ocean of words if Keisuke Baji had’ve kept his mouth shut.

Toman was currently having a meeting at the Shrine and whilst your boyfriend and his friends were announcing whatever matter there was, you happily sat on his bike. As you scrolled through your phone, checking what days you’d be racing next - the roaring males at the top of the Shrine indicated the meeting was done.

Your suspicion was confirmed when you saw the hoard of males tumble down the stairs in an orderly fashion and after the members had long gone, the captains and leaders followed. You smiled, putting your phone away as your eyes trailed over to your boyfriend who walked beside Mikey. The group appeared to be laughing, conversing as they all walked over to their bikes.

“Lookin’ good on that bike, baby,” Draken chuckled as he stopped beside you. “Of course, just ‘cause you look good on it though, doesn’t mean you can have it.”

Baji laughs, “You’d wanna look good on a bike too if you rode one professionally!”

Your eye twitched at Baji as Draken turned to face the other male more formally. A minor detail you haven’t mentioned; Mikey, Mitsuya, and Baji all knew about your well-paid hobby. Ah, yes. Everyone except Draken knew. Sweet irony.

“What do you mean by ‘professionally’?” Draken asked Baji, turning back to you for guidance. “Know what he’s talking about?”

You shook your head. Throwing the most intense glare you had at Baji when Draken turned back around but your efforts did nothing towards the toothy ravenette. He continued to ramble, “Don’t you know that (Y/n) does professional racing?” Baji asked, mounting his bike. “That’s why she’s always richer than us.”

You facepalm as Draken slowly turns around to look at you with a wide eyed glare, “Tell me the idiot is joking. Tell me.”

Your eyes averted away from him and that confirmed that it was true but before he could open his mouth, he felt Mikey’s hand on his shoulder, “Don’t be mad at (Y/n), Ken-Chin. Where do you think Toman’s funding comes from?”

“Say what?!”

Yep. He didn’t know about that either.

“Oops, wasn’t meant to share that….” Mikey sheepishly laughed.

Ran Haitani

Ran dragged his feet along the ground in defeat. You hadn’t answered any of his 17 text messages or 3 calls. Were you ignoring him? Surely not. You knew far to well to not ignore a Haitani with the first name of, Ran. Rindou peered over his shoulder to look back at his brother, “Man, leave (Y/n)! She might not wanna hang out today.”

“I’m her boyfriend, Rindou!” Ran pouts. “It is an obligation that she spends all her time with me.”

Rindou shakes his head, “Sometimes, you make your relationship sound like a contract.”

Originally, Ran had wanted to see you if wanted to join him and his little brother to one of the most dangerous delinquent dirt bike tracks in Yokohama. It was relatively new and those who completed the race in first place and in one piece got heaps of cash. It was like an outdoor gambling site.

Despite your absence, both brothers still decided to go and are they glad they did. The races were wicked. Built from adrenaline and pure crazy, racers successfully completed the track and some successfully completed their trip to the hospital. But the race everyone had been waiting for was finally happening.

Rindou was extremely engaged in the race whilst Ran was more or less engaged in sending you the alphabet via text. He couldn’t understand why you weren’t replying back.

“Get off your phone and watch the damn race!” Rindou screeched into his brother’s ear. “It’s fucken epic, I think the person in front is a chick too… think I may be in love here!”

Ran was now intrigued enough to divert his eyes to the race just in time to see Rindou’s mysterious jet setter pass the finish line first. As the crowd went wild, the finishing racers, including the winner, steered their bikes into the pits to prepare for the winning announcement.

Ran had an idea, “Aye, if you wanna meet her, let’s go to the pits. You can ask her out there or whatever, fanboy.”

The boys managed to get into the pits and moved past the other racers until their eyes both landed on Rindou’s future girlfriend. She appeared to be checking the air-filter on her bike as the two males approached her. They got close enough just in time to see the female take her helmet off but Ran and Rindou stopped in their tracks when the female turned around - it was you?!

You let out a little squeak when your own eyes landed on the stunned llama’s you knew all too well, “Geez, you guys scared the fuck out of me!”

Not a word or glance was exchanged between them.

Rindou couldn’t believe what he had said before, now he just felt disgusted. You were beautiful, no doubt. Though, Rindou’s tiny crush on you had died long ago after walking in on you and Ran having sex. These days, he can barely look you in the eye.

Ran on the other hand, his mind was scrambled. He had watched the crashes and injuries inflicted onto the racers given by the death track and yet - you had completed the most dangerous part of it. At least he knew why you weren’t answering your phone.

“Ran… baby, you’re kinda scaring me.”

A moment later, Rindou turned around with his head down in shame, “I need to go wash my mouth out with bleach.”

“Since when did you do professional racing…?” Ran questioned, eyes still wide.

You quirked a brow, “You do remember that we met at a racing track, right?”

Staring: Chifuyu Matsuno + Keisuke Baji + Ran Haitani + Rindou Haitani

Tw: fem!reader, swearing, fluff + crack

Master List

Chifuyu Matsuno

It was uncommon for Chifuyu to come home late, even though the Toman meetings were held at an ungodly hour at the Shrine. Nevertheless, your boyfriend always managed to make it home on time but he did have his days where he was late.

Now, out of all days he had chosen to be late - it was the one day where you were spending the night at his house. What irked you the most was the fact that he had begged you to spend the night and had the audacity to not even be there.

As the large clock hand came around to land on the ‘6’, you were beginning to doubt his commitment. By this point, your commitment to staring at the wall’s clock was stronger than that of Chifuyu’s word. His mother, holding a washing basket full of clean clothes that were ready to be folded, came around the hallway corner to see you seated on the lounge.

She quirked and eyebrow, “Is Chifuyu still not here?”

You acknowledged her presence with a smile and shook your head sheepishly, “No he isn’t. I haven’t been waiting that long though.”

“Dear, you’ve been here since 4:30….” the woman sighed. “I’m tellin’ you that the boy’s gonna get his ass whopped if he comes home.”

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Hours went by and there was still no word or text from your boyfriend. His mother was nice enough to make you dinner which you both happily ate whilst watching a movie in the living room. Though, there soon was a time where you both had to sleep and so, here you were, laying in Chifuyu’s bed - taking up the whole damn space for if he were to return, he’d need to sleep on the floor.

Your sleep was serene, peaceful and tranquil. It was short lived. You eyes couldn’t help but spring open after hearing a loud thud of a body hitting the wooden floor of the room. Followed by the pained voice of the one and only - Chifuyu Matsuno. You sat up from his bed, turning on the bedside table’s lamp to see your boyfriend on the floor, staring back up at you.

There was a long silence.

You spoke first, “Need I ask where you’ve been?”

The blond male watched as your eyebrows furrowed with expectation for his answer, almost demanding that it be exceptional enough for your standards. He gulped.

“Baji… kinda got into a fight on the way back from the Shrine which ended us up half way across Tokyo,” he sighed. “My phone died before I could text you.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly before flopping down on his bed and closing your eyes once again as you mumbled, “For waking me, you’ve been evicted from your own bed.”

Chifuyu gasped at your statement, “Then where am I supposed to sleep?”

You shrugged, “You already look comfortable on the floor to me.”

Keisuke Baji

Baji was a wild one. He was a menace in the streets and a disruption to society as well as your sleep schedule. Unlike him, you had academic potential and wanted to use that potential to do something with your life.

To be honest, it shocked everyone that you two even began dating in the first place but you decided that you had enough brain cells for the both of you to make it work. Yet, sometimes and if not all the time, you’re at war with these depleting braincells whether telling Baji to stay away from your window at night was worth your own sanity.

The male just never listens.

You slept amongst the mountain of toys piled on your bed, your mind had departed to dreamland already and you were enjoying it. Though, your hearing was destroying dreamland because every so often, they’d detect the tiny sound of something hitting your window.

Try a pebble or small stone for size? Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to wake you up but the startling sound of shattering glass might.

Nearly rolling out of bed from how shocked you were, your eyes landed on your beautifully shattered window and a large rock sitting on your carpet. Yep. No damn way that rock flew on its own and only one person was dumb enough to use a rock as some sort of “communication”.

Scrambling to your feet, you marched over to the ‘window’ and peered outside to see a raven haired male sitting on the lawn, looking up at you expectantly.

‘Did he seriously break my window just to get my attention?!’ You thought, furious at the idea.

“Keisuke, you idiot!” You shouted, voice radiating with anger. “Couldn’t you have just climbed through my window like a stupid high school cliche?!”

Despite the damage he had caused and the seething girlfriend before him, he smirked, “If you ask me, I think it was a pretty good shot.”

“If you ask me, I think you should list off a dozen reasons I shouldn’t come down there and beat your ass!” You retorted.

Baji shrugged, “Or I could come up there?”

You chuckled, “Yeah? How you gonna do that Romeo?”

His eyes twinkled like that of a movie star, “Juliet! Juliet!” he chanted. “Let down your hair—!”

“Wrong storyline, dumbass!”

Ran Haitani

There was never a dull or quiet moment in the Haitani household. Never. There was always some party, gathering or sibling knife fight or bantering happening. It was like a social centre. One that never allowed any peace. You enjoyed both worlds of quiet and loud and as of late, you were desperately searching for the quiet side.

For the past few weeks, ‘The Eccentric Queen Of Roppongi’ has been doing a little too much partying. Call it a reward for actually graduating high school, unlike your delinquent boyfriend - Ran Haitani. Tonight, whilst your boyfriend was out in his supposed Kingdom, you were at home, watching a drama series you’ve been wanting to watch.

It had been recommended by one of your friends months ago but you never got around to watching it since Ran was always been a clingy child to your side. Or. Rindou had somehow always managed to get to the remote before you. You’ve learnt from the past to let Rindou have the remote, it wasn’t worth your life.

Sadly, you weren’t able to keep your eyes open long enough to make it into the second episode and soon enough, you were in your own drama series. ‘Life With The Haitani’s!’ - staring you! How unfortunate it was for the dream to end before even making it to the casting. It amused you to think who could be cocky enough to play your jackass of a boyfriend. Oh, sorry. Jackass with a capital ‘J’.

Your sleep had been interrupted by the blaring sound of your phone which you picked up to see it had no caller ID. You answered it anyways.

“Uhm, hey (Y/n)….” You heard a familiar voice on the other end which woke you up fully.

“Rindou?” You questioned. “Why are you calling me from someone else’s phone?”

You heard Rindou sigh, “They don’t allow you use your own phone at the police station….”

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused at what he was saying. “Of course they let you—oh!”

It had hit you in the face. Not allowed to call from your own phone. The police station. Forget the casting of your show, you’re already in the first episode - ‘Ep. 1 ; Reality’

“Rindou….” You sighed, irritation in your voice as you stood up and began to walk to the front door. “What the fuck did you guys do?!”

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You waited in the waiting room of the police station as you saw your boyfriend and his younger brother emerge from a door. You could see that Ran was slightly tipsy by the way he was swaying and Rindou? His face was covered in dry blood as were his clothes and you could already picture what had happened.

The two males stop in front of you, your arms are crossed and your expression is less than pleased. You swapped Life With The Haitani’s for a reality show. “Hey baby,” Ran smiled. “Here to pick us up from daycare?”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Haitani,” You hissed, eyes darting to the younger brother when you heard him laugh slightly. “Actually, Haitani’s!” You corrected yourself. “I stay home for one night and this happens? What did you guys do?!”

“Don’t group me in with this idiot!” Rindou raised his hands in defence.

Ran shrugs, “I didn’t like the way some fuckheads were lookin’ at ya.”

“Ran, I wasn’t even there!”

“Nope,” he admitted with a smug smile. “But your picture on his phone was close enough~!”

Rindou Haitani

A yawn was released from your lungs and mouth as you walked down the dimly lit street with your boyfriend, Rindou Haitani. Yes, you were cursed with dating a Haitani. Mainly a curse for your future relationships because being an ex of a Haitani practically makes you off limits. For life. Say goodbye to any chance of marriage unless it’s with Rindou.

You’d have to expect the same for the older Haitani, Ran. Who was currently out of sight with his own girlfriend. To say it simply, tonight was something closely related to “date night”. It was something that only happened during a blue moon, figuratively. One of the few nights a year where you’d be able to get either of the Haitani Brothers alone without the other attachment.

Ran and Rindou Haitani, a package deal. Get one and whether you like it or not, you get the other.

You savoured the night, down to the ending of it where you were both walking home. Rindou’s arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body and your head was resting on his shoulder, eyes fighting to stay awake.

“You look like your about to fall asleep, baby,” Rindou chuckles, a small smile starting to appear on his complexion.

“And you look like your about to smile,” You smile with your eyes closed, practically predicting the state Rindou’s face would be in.

“I have a reason to smile,” he scoffs. “No damn idiot of a brother in sight. Dunno how his girl can stand him!”

“I don’t know how I can stand you,” You yawn yet again. “Haitani blood is pretty wild, ya know?”

At this point, you were nearly falling into Rindou’s side and he was sure that if he were to move out the way, you’d face-plant into the road. The male sighed, “Babe, I’m just gonna carry you home, ‘Kay? I’d hate to see you fall into incoming traffic.”

“M’kay…” You mumbled. “Wake me up when we get home.”

With that says, Rindou manages to get your sleeping form onto his back to carry you back home, thankfully you both weren’t too far away.

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Rindou had walked through the door to his house and you had decided to not even bat an eye open, despite his pleas for you to wake up. You know, there is a point in every man’s life where they can no longer take it and they just say: fuck it.

Rindou did just that. You said you wanted to be woken up but you never gave a preference how. The male simply removed you from his grip which allowed you to slip off his back and smack yourself against the ground, instantly shocking you awake.

“Ow!” You cried. “Rindou! What the fuck was that for!?”

“You said to wake you up,” he replied. “Never said how.”

You stood up to your wobbly legs, “Fuck you!”

“I thought that was for later?” he asks smugly, watching you turn red.

Being A Single Mother

Staring: Ken “Draken” Ryugugi

Genre: Fluff

Tw: fem!reader, cuss word & children

You have always been a hard worker, determined to do something great with your life and to make those who admire you proud. Yet, the person you try to work for the most is not your father or mother but indeed, your son – Reiki.

You found out that you were pregnant around about when you turned 18, supposedly after your school dance and you hooked up with your date. Sadly, when you explained the news to your ‘date’, he had wanted nothing to do with the life conceived within you.

It hurt you deeply when he had even demanded that you get the lump of fertilised cells aborted but something inside your heart said otherwise. Nevertheless, you had the child and even 12 years later – you couldn’t be happier.

Reiki was perfect despite all the stories you’ve heard from your friends about their children. No. Your boy was an angel who somehow, even though his young age, had some understanding of your situation. Long working hours just to put food on the table and pay the rent, the boy never even asked for birthday nor Christmas presents.

Knowing that he was doing it for your benefit left an uneasy taste in your mouth but this year, for his 13th birthday – you were going to make it extremely special. Much like other young boys, Reiki had an interest in bikes but instead of the average push bike, his interest laid with the motorbikes.

Now, it may seem unorthodox and inappropriate as such to buy a 13-year-old a motorcycle for his birthday but you knew that the gift would make up for every Christmas and birthday spent without gifts.

Plus, there had only ever been one item that Reiki ever stopped in the street to peer at through the glass window. It was the only thing you could recall that your son had ever shown slight interest in but even then, he brushed it off quickly when you tried to ask what had piqued his interest.

Thankfully, you were able to remember the location of which the bike was located – D & D Motorcycle Shop.

“Mom!” Reiki whined. “Where are we going? I thought we we’re just gonna spend my birthday at home….”

Despite his constant complaining, a smile remained prominent on your face, “We’re just making a quick stop at a store so that we can purchase your birthday present!”

Reiki rolled his eyes with a small sigh as a frown made it’s way onto his face, “Don’t worry about it, mom. I don’t really care about the whole ‘give gifts on a special day’ thingy anyways,” he huffed. “It’s all a rip off for consumer expenditure so the government can tax us more.”

You blinked at the boy beside you, wondering for a moment if he really was your son. Since when did he become so concerned with the Japanese economy and taxes? He’s meant to be 13 not 31.

“Alright, alright,” you chuckled. “You don’t need to take me back to school with you, trust me – I’ve had my time.”

After a while of walking, Reiki began to notice his surroundings more and more and it became painfully clear that you both weren’t heading towards some toy store like he expected.

He couldn’t help but ask the question playing on his mind, “Where are we going anyways? The toy-store is back that way, isn’t it?”

Your grin only grew wider, knowing that this particular present would be the last one he’d ever expect, “Yep but we’re not going to some toy-store, Reiki – you’ll find out soon enough, ‘kay?”

Soon enough, you were both standing in front of the motorcycle shop and as you smiled gleefully, Reiki found it difficult to close his mouth. He didn’t expect this.

Not in a million years. Entering through the shop doors, you observed the other people inside whilst your son bolted off in the direction of the bike he wanted.

As the line for customer service appeared to be long, you decided to browse around a few of the other bikes on display in hopes that the line would go down. I mean, D&D Motors was one of the most popular bike shops in Tokyo.

Seeing all these different bikes brought back memories of when you once were friends with multiple people from gangs Where they were all now? Who even knows? Or… maybe you do.

You had been so lost in thought that you didn’t even realise someone come up behind you and the sound of a male voice asking if you needed any help.

“Excuse me, Miss?” the oddly familiar voice brought you back down to planet Earth as you spun around on your heels to catch a glimpse at who was behind you. You choked on air!

As your eyes landed on the figure before you, you began to wonder if you jinxed. A tall figure, the sides of his head shaved, black hair – different from how you remembered but that dragon tattoo… it was exactly how you remembered it.

“(Y/n) is that you?”

‘Here you go – first impression in years! Make it professional (Y/n)!’

You opened your mouth, “Time, no, Draken, see, long!”

‘What the fuck was that?!’

There was an awkward silence as you just stared at the man, gaping as Draken stifled his laughter, “Still the same tongue twisted (Y/n), I see?”

A laugh was released from your lungs, allowing you to relax slightly, “Oh, I wasn’t that tongue-twisted. You just weren’t sophisticated enough to understand what I was trying to say.”

You had met Draken through a childhood friend, Emma Sano, though, the last time you’d seen him was at Emma’s funeral… over a decade ago. You had always had a liking towards Draken, there was just something about him but since Emma appeared to be all over him, you backed off.

As selfish as it sounds, you were hoping to get closer to him after her death but the guilt from even the mere thought made you sick. That’s why you kept your distance afterwards.

“So,” Draken began. “What brings you to my shop?”

“First, didn’t realise it was your shop,” you smiled sheepishly. “And second—”

You were interrupted when Reiki came running up to you, exclaiming that, “Mom! I’ve found the bike that I want – it’s this way! C’mon!”

As quick as he appeared, Reiki disappeared back into the shop somewhere, leaving you and Draken to just stare at each other with a confused and unsure expression each.

Well, more on Draken’s confused behalf, “You got a kid?” he asked and all you responded with was a small nod.

“Haven’t seen you in so long that…,” he started. “God, it’s weird to think that you have a kid. Never really pictured you to be the motherly type.”

Much to your joy, Draken managed to ease the tense atmosphere with his snarky comment and you punched his shoulder lightly, “Oi! I was more of your mother than anyone else!”

“Pfft, as if!” Draken retorted. “I recall you scolding Baji more than anyone.”

The chattering continued between you both as you travelled towards the location of which Reiki had been waiting, guarding, saving people from looking towards his bike. As you arrived in front of your son, Draken knelt down to his height, “What’s your name, little man?”

“Reiki, sir!” Reiki replied, as if he was in the military. You found it cutely amusing.

Draken smiled, “Alright, Reiki! Which bike you got your eye on?”

Reiki pointed behind him and your eyes widened in slight disbelief as you realised the bike that Reiki had been wanting the whole time was a Kawasaki Zephyr 400. The exact same bike that Draken used to ride around on when he was younger.

“Huh,” Draken deadpanned almost before smirking. “The kid’s got style.”

“Yeah, well ‘the kid’s’ gonna be running around in a gang if he starts riding that bike,” you sighed to yourself as Draken stood back to his full height. “What’s the price tag, Reiki?”

Reiki went to look at the tag but Draken intervened, “Don’t worry about it, call it a favour from an old friend.”

You exclaimed, “Huh?! You can’t expect me to take the bike without paying you somehow!”

“Just take the damn bike, (Y/n)!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

Draken sighed, seeing that he wasn’t going to win this fight, “Fine then, how about you take me out for dinner?”

“Dinner?” you puzzled.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “How about it?”

There was a swell within your heart as your chest pounded with joy. Even after all these years, it was like you guys had never been apart and now maybe you could both get to know each other better. Who is to say where the relationship would go next?

Though, you could guarantee that if Reiki started running around with a biker gang – he’d be grounded for a week before you lecture him about all your past experiences with the situation. Ah, yes!

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