#nitoku

Ryuki: Hello Mimmy

Koga: Monkichi

Ji and Yan: Little Twin Stars

Wulong: GAOPOWERROO

Joji: Marumofubiyori

Nitoku: Pokkyokuten

Fei: Charmmy Kitty (cus he thought he was like/better than Ohma and Ryuki)

Liu: Littleforestfellow

Falcon: JewelPet

Lolong: Big Challenges

Jurota: Cogimyun

Anyone unmentioned: THE RUNABOUTS (a.k.a the dump truck)

You timidly go to him and smile, asking if you can sit by him. “Hi, I hope I’m not disturbing you... I just haven’t seen a familiar face in a while.” The brunet man looked up from his book, eyes wide in surprise at hearing his mother tongue, and he gives a kind smile. “Of course.” he scoots over, allowing you enough space to lean on the great oak. “Did you already eat your lunch?” you asked, a bit unsure of how to start a conversation with a stranger. He shook his head. “I forgot to take it in the morning.” he didn’t seem to bothered by it though. “Here. We can share. I always have a spare pair of chopsticks with me.” you rummage through your bag, handing him the said chopsticks - Though, amusingly for him, they were patterned with pink flowers. So childish. “You needn’t...” hit stomach growled loudly, making him blush in surprise. “....Thank you.” “I hope you like it. I haven’t really gotten used to using foreign ingredients yet, but I suppose my brother doesn’t really complain, so it’s fine.” you chuckle leisurely - You seemed so casual and easy going when talking to him, he noted. As soon as he tried some of the food, his eyes widened, and he nodded. “It’s good.” he said. If he were his mum, he might have said - You’ll be a good wife one day - Or some silly thing that many Japanese women always say as a compliment. “I’m happy that you like it.” you smiled sweetly at him. “My name’s Y/N, by the way.” what a pretty name, he thought, saying your name in his mind a few times. “Tokuno’o Tokumichi.” what a mouthful, he thought - What was in his father’s head when he named him that? “Oh, the virtuous one! Double the virtue - I wonder which two of the seven virtues do you embody.” he chuckled lightly, a bit flustered by her question. “Can I call you Nitoku?” “Nitoku?” that was quite the clever nickname you came up for him on the spot. He quite liked it. “Sure. I like it.” he smiled at you.  “So... What do you study?” good question. “Literature.” he stated. “I studied Literature in Japan, but I moved here to learn broaden my horizons.” “Ohh, an intellectual~! I’ve always loved reading all kinds of literature from different cultures. Now that you mention... Many of our authors have such a unique but also... What’s the word... Blank? Tragic? Spiraling? Take Dazai for example - There’s beauty in reading about all those characters and watching them destroy their own lives. But then, there’s Russian authors like Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, and though their worlds are also bleak and depressing, the exposition is completely different - Don’t you think?” Nitoku was in love.

That day, you exchanged phone numbers, and from then on, no matter what Uni schedule he had, he’d pick you up from your home and walk you back - More, he’d walk you to your own classes, even if that meant being a bit late himself.

Will continue complimenting your food even if it’s a sandwich - The mere fact that you think of him means a lot.

Loves to drink coffee with you while you stroll through the park - You could be watching the leaves fall, or admire the pretty flowers, and it would be perfect for him.

If it gets cold Nitoku will always wear a scarf, just so he would put it around your neck - Suddenly, you lost your own scarf and don’t have the money to spare. You both know it’s a life.

You’re his biggest supporter when it comes to his dream of becoming an author, and you even help him come up with a cool pen name - Onomichi Nitoku.

He has you proof read all his manuscripts, and though you give some advice here and there, you don’t really have the heart to tell him that his writing... Kinda... Sucks.

He’s an incredibly intelligent and shrewd man, and he worked so hard to achieve his dream... How could you ruin his ambitions?

When he was able to create his first book, you were the first person to receive it - And you asked for his autograph, saying he’s the first famous person you’ve ever met and it’s an honour.

He hugged you so tightly, and his otherwise lethargic and blank expression was filled with pure joy and bliss - It hurt your heart to lie to him.

But going through that book was a whole chore in itself... And it wasn’t a short read.

In complete anti-thesis with his sheer glee, when he was told by his publicist that his books barely had any sales, his mood became lower than the Mariana Trench.

With the little money you had, you went to the bookstore and bought all his copies, begging the man at the counter not to tell anyone that it was a single person doing that  - And with no idea what to do with just about 20 books, you donated them to literature clubs and libraries around the capital.

He took you out on a date when he got the money.

You felt so guilty, but still didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth... Yet you feared every day that when he does eventually find out, he will be so angry with you that he’ll stop being your friend - That thought alone almost made you burst into tears every time you saw him.

You soon found out Nitoku is a shit-spender and goes through his money like a sugar baby - It was absolutely hilarious, seeing this grown man be so irresponsible with his own hard-worked money.

You volunteered to help him out with the finances, but it barely helped at all, as he ended up getting his hands on the emergency money, under the pretext of an urgent need to buy a fountain pen.

A highly expensive, historical fountain pen that was said to have been used by Tolstoy himself.

He fell for the marketing gimmick. 

For how intelligent he was, he sure had his dumb side sometimes.

“I should start training in a fighting sport.” you hear him say all of a sudden, realising his wallet was completely empty and you were forced to pay for the delivery food. “I though you said you hated them. Well... Your sturdy body, rather.” you were shocked to hear him change his views after almost a year of being headstrong with his writing. “I don’t earn enough from writing, and I’m fed up with you needing to take care of me. You have your own home to take care of, and another deadbeat man to feed. I’ve forced your hand and finances way too many times. If I want to properly grow and become a responsible adult, I have to find alternatives... And unfortunately, this cursed body of mine earned a ton of invites from various sport clubs.” you felt bad that he’s forced to deter from his own path and dream, but it was a rational choice, and you were very proud of him. “Do you want me to introduce you to my brother’s Sambo club? I don’t want to sound as if I’m objectifying you or anything, but you don’t workout, yet you’re a literal powerhouse. You won’t even need to workout much to get any stronger - If you just work on your techniques, you’ll be immediately a favourite. It’s all about the legs, grapplers, wrestling and throws. Considering that your biceps looks to be as big as my thigh, I think you’ll be fine.” you pat his head, seeing him sigh in defeat. “But if you do end up with Sambo as your fighting style and you want to branch into MMA... Please take care of that pretty face of yours. It would be a pity if it got all messed up.” “Y/N!” he scolded you for teasing him. “Fine. Sign me up.”

The next day, you took Nitoku to your brother’s club and introduced him to the coach, who immediately saw the potential in him and started training him properly.

It got your brother jealous enough to provoke him into a duel just a week after he signed up.

Your brother got absolutely obliterated, to the point of crying.

You couldn’t stop laughing.

Despite all his workout and training, your brother still was half of every one of Toku’s proportions, and somehow, his technique was still shit, even a year later.

He should have listened to your advice and gone for a combat sport that had soft techniques as a base.

Of course, you praised your boyfriend for being so cool, and he only looked away, closing his gaping robe properly - He didn’t know why, but he still felt shy around you.

And he didn’t even kiss you properly yet. He was a mess.

That night, you ended up in a one-sided fight with your brother, and not wanting to bother with him, you went to sleep over at Toku’s until he calmed down.

He was dying inside - And you could see it. He was adorable.

As expected, over the months since he started his pro-fighter career, he started earning a lot of money from every fight - And as you suggested, he branched into MMA and he was doing fantastically well, winning each and every one of his fights - He was the new big sensation.

You ended up asking him to teach you Systema, under the guise of self-defense lessons - But really, considering Systema was the ultimate self-defense style used against even weapons, and it had no fixed style, but it relied on fluidity and intuition - Which meant you didn’t need the body of a mountain to be good at it.

But Nitoku was afraid to actually train with you.

He saw perfectly well what a misaimed punch from him could do to trained fighters - He could break you so easily.

Instead, he let you practice on him - You knew the theory, but putting it in practice was completely different.

And sweeping at his feet was a complete failure - That man was the most gravitationally stable person in the world, he wouldn’t even budge an inch - It was almost frustrating.

You ended up nicknaming him ‘Rhodes’, as the Colossus from Rhodes.

But there came a day when Nitoku was acting completely out of character, and he seemed visibly frustrated for some reason.

Despite all your comforting and asking what happened - He had the weirdest suggestion - He wanted to help you practice. He never suggests it himself. It was peculiar behaviour out of him.

Instead of allowing you to make the first move, he was the one to go towards you, and in spite of the good technique that you attempted, he simply picked you up with ease and wrestled you to the ground.

Not that he hurt you - He made sure his arm was underneath your body so that all the impact would go to him instead.

You looked up at him with questioning eyes - All while his own bore into yours. This staredown made you feel incredibly uncomfortable and vulnerable, especially as you were caged between his body and arms with no way of running away.

“Why did you lie to me?” your eyes went wide from the implication, though you had no idea what he meant. “Why did you encourage me if you knew my writing sucked?” So this was what it was all about. “Far worse people, with barely any education became best-selling authors. Look at the Twilight franchise, or that 50 Shades of whatever. If they could do it - Why not you? It’s your dream, and you worked so hard for it. Why wouldn’t I encourage you?” you asked. “Besides - I don’t think your writing sucks.” “Then why didn’t you tell me that you were the one who bought 20 books in a day? I should have known that was impossible.” you couldn’t help but chuckle in guilt. “Ah... Y-You found out...” he grunted in affirmation. “...I did it to see you smile.” “...Huh?” his eyes snapped wide open, and he drew slightly backwards. “Remember how happy you were when the editors sent you the first book? When you were finally able to publicize it? We’ve known each other for over a year now, and not once have I seen you that happy.” his heart sank. “When the editors told you that your work wasn’t selling well, you fell into a deep depression, remember? For weeks, you haven’t smiled even once. I couldn’t bare to see you that upset, it was the most painful thing to see.” “So you threw your money to buy a bunch of books you don’t even like.” he sighed, gingerly letting go of you. “I wouldn’t call it throwing money away - That’s irresponsible spending. I did it for a good cause. I wanted to protect that precious smile and heart of yours.”  you confessed. “I really... Really... Can’t stand seeing you sad.” “...You are an idiot.” at first, that insult surprised you - But then, you realised having mentioned how much you enjoyed reading The Idiot by Dostoevsky, and you smiled. “Prince Myschkin style?” he nodded, looking away. “Incisive, an intellectual, emotionally intelligent, wise... And of an absolutely beautiful nature.” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to get so upset over nothing. Did I hurt you?” “Nope.” you popped. “But you are hurt.” he looked at you with an inquiring eyebrow. “This little one is, at least.” you crawled over onto his lap and touched his chest through the gape in his lose yukata. “Can you promise me something?” “What is it?” Toku was so confused, while at the same time, the anticipation was killing him.  “Promise me that no matter what, you will follow the path that makes you happy - Okay? I want you to have a happy life, and I want to see you smile.”

That was the moment when Tokuno’o Tokumichi first kissed you.

And he will kiss you many, many more from then on.

You would also play-wrestle whenever either of you wanted to steal a kiss - But Toku would always make sure he is the one to fall on the ground, and you, on him, so you wouldn’t get hurt.

When you express your concern for all the times he slams his back onto the ground, he gives you a cheeky smirk, saying he enjoys the view and the closeness.

And would always put a hand behind your head and pull you into a heated kissing session.

Would also ask you to move in with him when you return to Japan, after you’re done with your studies - And of course, you agree.

Thank goodness, you finally ditch your brother.

Nitoku tries, and fails, again to deliver multiple best-selling books, which ends up with him joining the underground fighting and winning a shit ton of money.

Only to end up spending it like it was nothing.

It actually shocked you as you genuinely had no idea where all that money went.

He ended up begging you to take a large percentage of his earned money and put it in a bank, on your shared account... That he has no access to. Keep that money for bills and emergencies and what not. 

And definitely never tell him the details of the account, or he’s screwed.

You get to cheer him on for all of his underground fights and he won all of his match - Except for one that left him in recovery for half a year.

You didn’t imagine someone would be able to give Toku a hard time - And though it was a close call, Kano Agito did win, in the end.

Thank goodness you had kept all that money, so now you needn’t worry about anything except helping him recover.

He had six months of getting better and indulging constantly in his passion of writing.

Soon, he retired from fighting.

Until... To return 2 months later, because he had wasted all the money. Again.

At this point, it was getting hilariously tragic.

And from the man who took up fighting at 20 years old because of lack of money to support his living expenses and those of of his publishing editor...

He was now a 35 year old man, who has an on and off relationship with underground fighting... To sustain his living expenses and passion.

This man loves calligraphy, and would practice his ink-writing on expensive scrolls that mimic the feudal era ones. If he’s satisfied with the end result of whatever either stand alone symbol or poem verse that he wrote, he will end up hanging it on the wall.

On New Year, especially, he writes a new word that works as a resolution for the whole year round.

Beauty. Strength. Happiness. Balance. Love. Freedom. Fortune. Luck. Perseverance. Discipline. Kindness.

He also loves to read with his head resting on your lap, and if you don’t have your hand in his hair, playing with it, he will grasp your hand and bury it in his soft, dark locks.

He takes you with him for every eye-check, and has you choose his glasses frame.

Nitoku also loves to cuddle with you when you go to sleep, and will read you to sleep if you like it. His voice is so soothing, with his baritone, velvety tone of his, you can’t resist.

He loves it when you nuzzle into the crook of his neck - But he’s also a bit ticklish, so he might end up chuckling randomly, or even a little twitch here and there.

He claims that playing with your hair and petting it as if you’re a cat relaxes him and helps him focus on his work.

You have mixed feelings about getting gifts from him - Although you always feel flattered that he thinks of you with every step he takes... He also is one foot away from ending up in debt if he continues to spoil you.

Nitoku basically ends up as a househusband and you don’t have to do anything, because unlike him, you’re actually working a job and you’re exhausted enough as it is.

At the same time, he actively goes grocery shopping and lives for the days when you feel like cooking something - Even if your cooking isn’t actually all that good, he’d be so happy that you made him something. He’ll eat everything and ask for seconds.

Though he’s not a fan of PDA, preferring to keep things private, he doesn’t mind holding your hand or keeping his arm around your body.

When he is recruited for the Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, he has you leaning against his side on the plane while he’s reading.

And at the arena, he plays with your fingers to keep himself calm and grounded.

Ends up breaking down all fights to explain them to you - You really loved hearing him speak.

It was awful seeing him lose because of a ring-out, as it was a coward’s win. If the enemy was a true fighter, he’d have won with a knockout.

You spent the rest of the day comforting him and telling him that he’s the strongest man you’ve ever met, and that he deserved to be declared the real winner.

He felt much better. 

This man loves putting his haori over your shoulders when you go out and it gets slightly chilly - You’re absolutely adorable, covered with his large clothes.

Goes crazy when you wear a yukata. Absolutely feral.

Will end up spending all the money he gets from a fight to get you a shit ton of kimono, yukata, sandals, haori and accessories of every kind.

You might end up buying a new house to store everything he gifts you because you don’t have enough space in your own home anymore.

If you’re okay with going out with him wearing traditional clothes, he will take an infinite amount of pictures of either you alone, or the two of you.

They end up as his phone lock screen and wallpaper.

Would love to help you put on the kimono or even do your hairstyle for you.

Also loves to watch you do your make up - It’s an art for him, and he might even end up asking if he can put lipstick or eyeshadow on for you.

He especially loves applying lip gloss because he ends up tracing his thumb over your bottom lip.

But as soon as he applies the lip gloss, it’s transferred to his own lips, because he immediately ends up pulling you into deep, passionate kisses.

Also, when you get back home, you end up getting intimate, yukata barely on, and very much disheveled.

Nitoku uses different kinds of nicknames for you when in private, many of them including cute words of endearment like Zayka Moya, Milaya, Lyubimaya and many others.

At the end of the day though, he loved your name the most.

And to call you “My Love”

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