#roros requests

Ichimatsu’s heart is racing. It’s beating so hard that he’s sure you can hear it from your bedroom across town.

What the fuck is he supposed to say? How is Ichimatsu supposed to play this game of 4D chess? What if this is a test? What if you block him immediately after he sends one? What about angles? Lighting? How to make his weird dick not so weird? Ichimatsu got this fucking phone for you, and now you’re going to render it useless because he’s too excited?! You might as well tell him to quit his job too, and kill himself since the punishment you’re asking for in exchange — Ichimatsu’s too inexperienced for this!

Instead he breaks open a shitty little notebook, and scribbles a dick in order to ease the tension. Next time he sees you! Next time, Ichimatsu thinks panting. Next time he’ll let you grip his hair, and force whatever you want on him! He won’t resist, but Ichimatsu needs to be passive so he knows without doubt, that you want Ichimatsu back.

With a click, carefully framed so you see the shadow of Ichimatsu’s true feelings erect on the dingy paper, he sends it over.

“Like what you see?” Ichimatsu asks, already cringing.

“Aw, I wanted to see the real thing.”

“Haha perv. I’ll send you a dick pic.” Another beat passes and Ichimatsu sketches out a more serious version, he even uses his real cock as a reference, when you respond. “Is that what your dick really looks like?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Ichimatsu hopes he gets bonus points. Notice that I used your phrase. I watched that video, I learned it. Praise me.

You don’t reply within a half second, so that’s too slow. The shame eats him away like a moth, he needs an out.

“I gotta go to bed though, see you tomorrow at your place, at 5PM. I’ll be there when you get off work.”

“That’s specific. Good night.”

Ichimatsu’s body pillow is taken out, a rare appearance when he usually reserves it for Christmas related loneliness. He hides in the night to rub himself normal, every time he remembers, then clicks his screen open to let his fantasies return. As many times as Ichimatsu can until he’s exhausted in the morning.

After that it’s a waiting game.

What if you fuck him? Ichimatsu thinks, at the bath house. Then when he’s using his entire allowance to order you food, and when he buys your favorite snacks. When he’s standing in line, thoughts full of cotton candy affection, and having his virgin ass dominated in the most romantic way possible. He keeps remembering the image you sent a while ago, with two girls.

He can’t wait til you tilt his chin and make him drink from the carton of milk.

So when 5PM rolls around, Ichimatsu stands outside of your door when 4:59 becomes 5 exactly when he knocks.

You open the door fairly quickly, right when Ichimatsu’s knocking transitions to banging on the frame. The second he sees your face, Ichimatsu melts.

“Right on time.” You smile before commenting, “You nearly scared me half to death. I was wondering who was hitting my door like that. I was gonna call the cops!”

Ichimatsu swallows, then opens his mouth, then swallows again. “Sorry.”

“Alright, don’t do it again.” You exit your house, pushing right into Ichimatsu’s space. “Let’s go,”

“…Go where?”

“Gotta pick up groceries.”

That’s how Ichimatsu ends up riding shotgun in your SUV, thinking on repeat “Touch me, Brittany. Touch me.” In semi-patient anticipation.

He’s pushing the cart, hoping to remind you of last nights conversation even though it seems like you’ve forgotten it. Ah…a banana?

Ichimatsu watches you weigh a bunch. He plucks a random one after you set it in the cart. “It’s kinda like…”

His fingers wrap around the fruit like he was about to play with himself, “But not this length…”

Does that give him a pass? Is that flirting? Is that good enough? Do you hate him?

The expression on your face ignites Ichimatsu from head to toe, he can’t look at you too long or else he’ll combust.

He can’t speak for the rest of the trip, instead Ichimatsu’s tongue wants to swallow itself. So he dissociates until Ichimatsu’s helped put up all your food, until he’s eating the lunch you brought over, until you pragmatically hand him a toothbrush, until he’s spitting out the mouthwash, and until his hands are braced on your hips - wait, this is good place to start paying attention again!

Ichimatsu’s pressed back against your bathroom counter, and you’re kissing his neck feverishly. “That feels nice.” He sighs, he’s holding onto you for dear life while your body contours between his thighs.

“I just want to prepare you though,” Ichimatsu mumbles out mid moan, god you’re gripping his hair in order to access his throat. You teeth graze against his shivering neck, “It’s actually not that great.”

Your hand slips down to feel Ichimatsu through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“My dick, that is.” He loves you.

“So keep that in mind, don’t get disappointed.” Your smile is so bewitching, when you return to kiss Ichimatsu on the lips. You only say three words in between breaths, “I won’t be.”

“You say that now.”

It’s just a hangout session, it’s just a hangout session, it’s just a…hang out…session…Ichimatsu plays that broken record on repeat until it skips in sync with his heart. How do people make plans on such short notice?! Shouldn’t you give him at least a six month notice so he can spend every second preparing until Ichimatsu is due to knock on your door? Or at least two weeks in advance, right? Isn’t that the proper thing to do?!

Ichimatsu’s churns with anxiety and he can feel everyone’s judgmental stares as he trudges through the sloshy snow. This perceived malice makes his shoulders hunch and causes his dark stare seem more fierce than usual but he’s just scared. What do you even do at a hangout session? Was Ichimatsu supposed to bring a gift? Fuck, yeah that sounds about right doesn’t it? In the rare event his parents have guests those people typically buy a gift don’t they…?

What is an appropriate gift though? Where can he get one without going too far out of his way? Should Ichimatsu turn around and call out on Todomatsu’s phone to let you know he needs more time to prepare for this spontaneous hangout session.

As he marches forward mentally rehearsing his cancelation plans Ichimatsu notices a convenience store in the corner of his eye. With a loud sigh Ichimatsu walks in and walks out confused as ever holding a bottle of cheap wine in his sweaty hands.

Ichimatsu has to turn around now! Now! Turn around NOW! He shouts mentally as he gets closer and closer to the address drawn on the handwritten map you gave Ichimatsu. God, is Ichimatsu really going to go with this? That anxiety quickly shifts from cold to scorching hot with each drag of his legs. His body burns, his stomach acid is eating his guts, his head is spinning, Ichimatsu can barely move another step and yet he does until he’s standing at your front door.

You’re going to think he’s stupid for being so nervous, you’re going to laugh at him and that anxiety almost makes him shit his pants in fear. Your eyes are going to sparkle when you point and shame Ichimatsu…You’ll pinpoint each one of his flaws and ridicule him in such a unique way that Ichimatsu will never recover.

Ichimatsu fights through this paranoia and knocks on your front door. “I’ll be there in a second!” You call out affectionately from the other side and a layer of tension melts away when Ichimatsu hears your familiar and lovely voice. “O-okay.” He manages to gurgle out holding onto the wine bottle with all of his might. Ichimatsu’s number one fear in this moment is less of you judging his existence and more of dropping the bottle he fought with his life to buy.

There’s the sound of shuffling for just a moment until you open the door. When Ichimatsu can see the light from your home and you smiling at him like you hadn’t even questioned if he’d arrive or not. “I’ll take that.” You reach for the bottle pressed tightly against Ichimatsu’s thrumming heart like you were plucking the fragile organ for your own.

It’s so intimate that Ichimatsu can’t help but shudder when you tell him, “Come in.” and welcome him into your home. Ichimatsu does exactly as he’s told and closes the door behind him. You leave the room to put up the bottle while making some faraway comments of gratitude for the gift. Ichimatsu didn’t actually plan on getting this far so that heat is back and it’s causing him to stand rigid with his lack of oxygen turning his face even redder than the shameful expectancy. What if…?

He erases the thought before it could finish right when his head begins to swim just enough for Ichimatsu to drown in the stress a familiar sound pulls him to shore. Your cat – the one Ichimatsu rescued as a kitten and the one he introduced you to is prancing up to Ichimatsu to greet him. He finally breathes and bends down to pet your cat.

“And remember you can always come over and hang out any time if it gets too crazy with your family.” You finish when you return to the living room. Your laughter fills the room and Ichimatsu is suddenly aware that he isn’t as nervous anymore judging by the fact he’s already pulling a cat toy for your pet to chase after. “You two look cute together.” You say and Ichimatsu feels another thick cut of the anxiety slice off.

This is how it usually goes, Ichimatsu sees you and feels an overwhelming dread because he desperately wants you to like him. To accept him and maybe even care about him eventually. Somewhere along the way your smile disarms the barbed thorns of that longing until only the soft petals are left.

“Is your roommate here today?” Ichimatsu asks looking around for that guy. He tries his absolute best to keep the bite out of his voice and to keep his lips closer to a grimace than snarl and it seems to work out.

You cover your smile just a little and say, “No he’s at school right now working on his finals. Why?” Ichimatsu tsks and looks away so you don’t notice his unfixed face. “No reason…” He starts with a half truth and decides to let the entire cat out of the bag.

Ichimatsu lifts the string up absentmindedly, “I just wanted to spend the day with you so I needed to make sure we were alone…I feel more comfortable around just you.” His face is on fire and he can’t make eye contact so Ichimatsu focuses on your pet jumping after the stringed toy.

“Because I like you the best.” If Ichimatsu avoids looking at your face it’ll make that confession less real and if it’s less real he’ll feel less regret when you reject it. “I like you the best too.” You fondly when you walk towards him. And this is when Ichimatsu becomes undone.

He needed six months to prepare for this, two weeks as the minimum but you texted Todomatsu this morning and asked if Ichimatsu wanted to hang out. He had to buy a gift, walk in the snow, when his head screamed every second of the way to run home where it’s warm and safe…and now he’s put his fucking foot in his mouth and goddamnit you said something so sweet that the world’s axis has shifted and Ichimatsu is plummeting off the side and waving to Atlas as he falls into the void.

Ichimatsu is panicking to say the least – how?! Why?! What is he going to do to convince the universe that he will repent for this happiness? What pain is he going to need to endure to even the balance? So he can ask for more? So Ichimatsu can be greedy and just once –

You grab Ichimatsu with two fistfuls twisting his several layers and pull him into your lips. It’s soft…it’s warm…and it feels nice, wow is this kissing? Is kissing so soft and warm and nice? Ichimatsu freezes and allows this to happen until he inhales when you pull back. Like he had been reset back to a normal stasis just for a singular second.

“E-excuse me for one second…” Ichimatsu says as politely as possible before his eyes dart around the room looking for your cat. The second he finds the animal Ichimatsu picks it up and puts his face head first in it’s primordial pouch and takes all of the scratching and biting he can endure. The second the cat finishes hissing and clawing its escape Ichimatsu smiles at your stunned face happily. “Please take care of me from now on.” He says with his lips puckered once more.

“Wanna come over and watch some movies?” You dialed up Ichimatsu and went through the necessary hoops to get him on the phone. “It’s almost Halloween so I figured I’d ask?”

“When? Tonight?”

You can already tell Ichimatsu’s frazzled again by the late invitation because he sucks in a breath of air between his teeth. You’re lying on the couch scrolling through a series of movies on your computer and eliminating which ones you know Ichimatsu wouldn’t actually enjoy. He talks a big game about psychological horror but Ichimatsu handles campy slashers so much better.

“Yeah if you’re not busy?” There’s a pause on the line before Ichimatsu exhales, “No…I’m not busy at all.” Your list is pretty much complete at this point with seven potential movies. “I have a lot I wanna watch, is that okay?” Ichimatsu makes a guttural sound on the opposite end before emoting yes.

“That’s fine…. I’ll be there soon.” Another brief stop before Ichimatsu adds, “I love you. Bye.” And hangs up before you have the chance to say the same. You look down at your phone happily because your boyfriend is so cute in his own weird way.

With that the call ends and you start preparing diligently for your doorbell to ring.  You check your pantry for snacks, you make sure your home is appropriately clean, the dishes in the washer, you send a text to your roommate that he should probably call when he’s on his way because you’re having company, you have a movie already loaded up and where you’d like to order dinner from in mind.

The sun begins to set by the time Ichimatsu actually arrives and like always he’s standing at your front door knock-kneed in a semi-formal outfit with a house gift bag clenched tightly in hand.

“You don’t always have to bring something when you come over.” You tell Ichimatsu when you step aside to let him into the apartment. “It’s rude not to.”

This time it’s a small box of cake pops and a card that has a message ‘nice to see you again’ scrambled in it messily. Ichimatsu tries to kick off his fancier than usual sandals and hand over these small treats at the same time but accidentally shoves them into your arms with too much force when you can tell he meant for it to be a casual exchange.

“Shit.” Ichimatsu curses under his breath and you plant a kiss on his forehead right when he begins to mutter darkly self-deprecating insults.

“C’mon, let’s go sit down. I already have a movie picked out but I wanna know what you’d like to see next.” Ichimatsu follows you shyly to the couch and sits stiff when you play the movie. During the opening scenes you ask Ichimatsu about ordering and get some snacks to enjoy.

Thirty minutes into the movie the two of you are quietly discussing the budget and the effects. There’s talk of the ambiance and whether or not it’s actually setting up jump scares vs being effective in invoking fear. Ichimatsu talks to you about the type of fake blood they’re using and how he can tell exactly which type based off of sight, “I think I should probably work in fake blood manufacturing. That’d be fun, I’d use real blood sometimes just to mix it up.” Ichimatsu says as a dark joke. 

You laugh and he almost audibly swoons.

It’s the middle of the second movie when the food actually arrives so after eating the two of you sit snuggled on the couch. Ichimatsu is pretending he isn’t sweating with his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you in closer and you’re pretending not to notice. He keeps looking over at you in the most obvious way possible with this little cheesy grin before he turns back to the laptop screen.

“Are you enjoying the movie, Ichi?” You ask the next time Ichimatsu glances at you. “Uh! Yes! I-I mean,” Ichimatsu yelps with a jump before settling back down, “I mean yes. I am. I was wondering the same thing about you.”

The flashing images dye the room blue and Ichimatsu’s silhouette casts a noticeable shadow against the white walls. “I was worried you might want to go out somewhere like a party and only invited me because you felt bad for me.” There’s an extended scream coming from your laptop speakers and you never felt the mood so romantic. Ichimatsu looks so sweet in the cool lighting while he licks his lips as a nervous tick.

“Well…maybe not because you feel bad for me, but because you like me?” He shuts his eyes and you know that’s your sign to reassure him and kiss Ichimatsu.

“I wanted to stay inside with you. Even if there were a party I’d rather be with you where I know you’re comfortable because you caught me! I do like you a lot, Ichimatsu.” You lean in and give him an innocent peck on the cheek.

When you settle back into looking at the screen Ichimatsu laughs almost drunkenly. If you didn’t know that sound better you might have actually found it a bit creepy but your boyfriend is just so cute when he’s happy that you don’t mind it.

Throughout the rest of the movie Ichimatsu keeps subtly telling you he’s no longer interested in the movie. His fingers draw shapes in the fold of your waist and they trail up and down softly. Every few minutes Ichimatsu shyly squeezes you close to him in a one-armed hug and ends it with a kiss on the temple.

When the credits play and you lean over to pause your video player you return to Ichimatsu who has his hopes written across his face.

Before long you’re counting the seconds in between each swirl of tongue and how much time you have before Ichimatsu pulls away to cough out his nerves.

One...two…three…four…five...six…seven…eight…nine…ten. You get ten seconds of trailing your fingers across his ribcage before he gasps against your mouth. Ichimatsu shivers murmuring something on the lines of, “I don’t deserve this.” Before he returns with both hands diving into the thick of your hair. Ichimatsu kisses you needy and hungry with escalating moans and he starts to lean back tugging you along with him.

Once you pin Ichimatsu on the couch he pants again with his chin tilted, “I don’t deserve this.” He says again before grinding against your thigh, “But I want it so bad.” You bite his neck tenderly and tell him softly, “You deserve this and more, I’ll prove it to you.” With each nip against Ichimatsu’s throat he squirms and you can feel his Adam’s apple with each gurgle-groan.

This will be your third time with Ichimatsu and he’s doing much better than before. He’s more proactive if his hands under your shirt mean anything. Ichimatsu’s fingers greedily grab anything they can reach and you can hear him sniff your hair in between hissing. “You’re so soft.” Ichimatsu says while he lifts his pelvis up more and more rhythmically with his erection hard inside of those sweatpants.

“Can I take off your shirt?” Ichimatsu requests earnestly while completely rigid. He froze just to huff the words out into the world and his palms are firmly planted on your large hips. ‘I won’t go forward unless you say yes.’ Is what Ichimatsu is nonverbally saying while he steals glances from you to the pillow of the couch. You gently smile at him, “Of course.” And place his hands on the fabric of the shirt and guide Ichimatsu until its lifted over your head and discarded onto the floor. Once it’s pulled off of your body you notice on the coffee table near where the shirt fell there’s a cat headband. You grab it and hold it in your hands.

Ichimatsu looks at you like you’re a Goddess when he sits up. “I’m allowed to touch, right? Not just look…?” Ichimatsu asks for permission again and you only hum out a yes response. Once consent is given Ichimatsu wraps his arms around your broad waist and pulls you close in another kiss. Ichimatsu kisses you so feverishly you barely have time to move the cat headband so you place it on his head.

“E-eh?” Ichimatsu pulls back and tenderly touches what you shoved on his head. “D-did you?” One finger investigates by touching one of the triangles before Ichimatsu’s entire body explodes with heat. You can see the warm hue even in the blanket of the evening’s darkness.

“H-heh…” Ichimatsu nervously huffs out with completely false bravado. “I-I guess you want to play wi…w-with…your…p-p-pu…pu…!” Ichimatsu ducks his head down because he can’t finish his sentence. He shakily breathes in and out before bringing you to his lips again, “play with your pussy.” Ichimatsu whispers against your mouth before melting into another kiss.

Once again you count the seconds between your lip locks and Ichimatsu’s limit being reached. You get to twenty now and since Ichimatsu is now rubbing himself off inside of those blue sweatpants you probably should get him to fuck you soon.

Ichimatsu breathes noisily into your skin and your phone buzzes right against Ichimatsu’s back. He jumps up like a cat that just been splashed with water when you dig behind him to get your ringing phone. It’s your roommate…You sigh and answer the phone.

“Hey, I got your text so I’m just letting you know I’ll be home soon.” You look back over at Ichimatsu who’s gasping with both of his hands clutched over his heart. “Can you pick up dinner and drinks before you get here?” You ask even though you and Ichimatsu already ate.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

You stand up and look around in the living room. The only light in the entire room is coming from your paused laptop screen and you can see there’s a bit of a mess of a few beer cans and snacks over the past few hours. Ichimatsu showed up around 6PM and now it must be at least 12AM... Most places are either closed or will take forever to pick up food from.

“Uhhh,” You stall for a bit more time as you usher Ichimatsu into your bedroom. He silently pleads with you to get off the phone soon because his heart can’t take the guilt anymore. “Pizza? Can we get a meat lovers? Let me ask Ichi what he wants.” You turn to Ichimatsu with the phone on hold and pull it away.

“We gotta keep him outta the house just long enough to bang, so you need to tell me an insane order.” Ichimatsu’s eyes go wide and he instantly crumbles at these words. “W-we’re still doing that?!” He hisses with both hands digging into the concaves of his skull. You watch him curiously while he both screams and panics before he instantly calms down.

“Tell him I also want Chinese and I’ll pay him back for getting me some chicken fried rice from Himatsuya.” You grin and unmute your phone. “Yeah, I want a pizza and Ichi wants something from Himatsuya?” You repeat.

“That’s kinda far isn’t it?” Your roommate asks pensively, “We’ll pay you back plus gas when you get here. I’ll also do the dishes for a week.”

There’s a heavy sigh, “Alright so a meat lovers and what from Himatsuya?” Ichimatsu leans over your shoulder and puts on his scariest voice, “Chicken fried rice…”

“Okay.” Then the phone clicks signaling the call has ended. This leaves you and Ichimatsu in your almost pitch black room. The silence is quickly filled with the sound of you laughing against Ichimatsu’s lips as you take one step forward and he takes one back. Ichimatsu tries to walk backwards and kiss at the same time but lacks the advance coordination to remove his sweats all at once. Just like before he stumbles and pushes against your arms but you’re able to guide Ichimatsu to your bed before he actually gets hurt.

You return to the familiar spot you were lavishing before in the crook of Ichimatsu’s neck and when you go to run your fingers through his hair you bump against the headband. “My turn.” You take the hair accessory off of Ichimatsu’s head and place it on your own and you leave a trail of heated kisses from his jaw to nape. Ichimatsu’s holding your weight braced in between his legs whining about you taking off your shorts now with one hand palming your breast and the other trying to sneak into your short sweats.

Ichimatsu’s always incredibly eager once you’re actually kissing which is so nice because it definitely lets you know he wants you terribly much. The first few times you hung out with him you noticed that desire because he’s always wearing sweats? How could you not see the outline when it’s so obvious even when Ichimatsu tried to hide it?

“Take these off, we don’t have enough time.” Ichimatsu reminds you in between moans in the middle of grinding against you again. You’re almost done leaving love bites across his stomach but Ichimatsu decides to begin to babble things incoherently the closer you go past his abdomen.

“U-un…Unless you want to ssu-suck me instead?” In the low light coming from the window you can see Ichimatsu’s half formed smirk and his knitted eyebrows when you look up. That doesn’t sound exactly like the dirty talk you’d expect from him.

“I’d rather fu-uh! Fuck y-you though!” Ichimatsu squirms under your gaze when you pull down his underwear. You take his erection in hand and wonder where he learnt to talk like that from while you stroke him off a bit.

“I’ll cum inside of you again so, please.” Ichimatsu pets your head right on the cat headband and gurgles some nonsensical promises as dirty talk.

“Ichi?” You cut him off mid-sentence when he repeats some line about ‘beating your kitty up’. “Yes?” Ichimatsu moans out deliriously.

“Where’d you hear that from?” You start sitting up to remove your shorts, “I like it but that doesn’t sound like something you’d say.” Ichimatsu covers his face with both his arms and almost chokes back a scream.

“I heard it from a video! I won’t say it again, I promise!” It’s as if he didn’t hear you say you liked it, you think with fondness. “No, go ahead. Say anything else on your mind.”

Ichimatsu doesn’t put his arms down but instead wraps them around his head more and gasps pitifully out, “I want you t-to ride me so get on my dick right now?” His voice sounds aggressive but his face says he’s such a shy boy that the juxtaposition is night and day.

“Weird question but,” This is the first time you’ve ever spoken to Ichimatsu outside of the regular, ‘what will you have today?’ ‘Nice weather isn’t it?’ And then the subsequent, ‘Yeah looks kinda gross out there but I love days like this’, just tidbits of information.

But this is the first time you’ve tried to make an honest connection with Ichimatsu and his hands are nearly ripping apart the menu he knows by heart. Ichimatsu’s supposed to head in the back next, his order is next, he’s glancing at your name tag – Izzy as quickly as he possibly, Ichimatsu has four more appointments this week and five more next week.

“Yeah?”

Ichimatsu swallows thickly as the paranoid thoughts race through his mind, he was only looking at your name tag not your chest, he’s only showing up so often on the schedule because Piper is his favorite cat and she’s so affectionate to even trash like him, and that he’s not being weird for showing up every day of your schedule, or because he finds you cute, that joke he made he made about leaving dead mice in front of the store was supposed to be about how much he loves the service – they’re supposed to be gifts!

He’s not ACTUALLY going to leave dead mice on the front step of the café that’s so weird and creepy, why would you even ask that?! Haha…HA… Ichi’s a normal guy, one who is being respectful right now and avoiding looking at you and speaking to you because you’re SO cute!

When Ichimatsu glances over expecting you to be glaring at him judgmentally he instead sees your sweet and easy going smile as if you were an angel telling him ‘Nah, you’re good.’ And he calms down a lot.

“You’re brothers with Pi right? One of the Matsuno bros?” Ichimatsu ducks his head and nods, “Yeah.”

“So that makes you the fourth one, Ichimatsu right?”

How do you know about Choromatsu and Jyushimatsu’s band first? “Yeah. Are you a fan?” Ichimatsu glances up at you and sees your smile strain just for a second. “You could say that, yeah! I like their music, it’s really good!”

You don’t look super jazzed up by the mention of the music itself. “Well, I know your brothers. I designed their latest cover!” Ichimatsu nearly drops his chocolate croissant.

“Y-you’re Tombscone?! Super hot Tombscone that Choromatsu won’t shut up about?! Super hot, down to earth, alt girl idol Tombscone that Choromatsu has been screaming about for weeks?!” Ichimatsu doesn’t know why he jumped to his feet and why he’s pointing at you, “I mean yeah you’re really hot but – “

You’re laughing like Ichimatsu didn’t say something incredibly weird or could even be offensive if you misunderstood his intentions. “S-sorry, I just!”

“I guess?” Ugh you’re SO pretty!! Ichimatsu screams in his hands because Choromatsu has such good taste and is so fucking annoying and that bastard kept reiterating he called dibs, Ichimatsu hates that guy.

Your voice is soo smooth, like velvet and the shape of your eyes are so pretty and holy shit your make up! Your hair! How’d you get it in those little buns?! Ichimatsu clutches his eyes going through all the stages of grief before settling on anger.

“So you’ve been coming in a lot, do you have a favorite cat here?” Ichimatsu screeches in response still in his hands. “So pretty what the fuck, Choromatsu!”

When Ichimatsu gets it all out of his system he straightens his back out to stand at his full height. Be normal Ichi, don’t be weird, don’t be trash. Ichimatsu can read the room and could see how hesitant you were when mentioning Choromatsu.

“My brother, how do you feel about him? He’s kinda a creep, right? Right?!” You are being VERY normal right now, Ichimatsu. That’s why Ichi’s invading your space and leaning onto the counter. Because he’s being normal. You don’t seem to mind at all, he’s seen your ‘I work in customer service and am uncomfortable’ face and this isn’t it!

 “To be honest, yeah! Dude, he keeps texting me asking me out on dates and hinting that he’s single. Your brother told me he’d pay me in exposure and physical favors…I think he was propositioning me?”

Ichimatsu nods in agreement, “Plus he smells funny, right?” You look at him for a second before shaking your head, “I don’t get close enough to smell him.”

“Don’t, he smells bad. Anyways, what about me?”

“You don’t smell bad right now, just like the coffee I guess? That’s kinda a funny thing to ask.” That’s not what Ichimatsu meant but your confused smile is very pretty and makes Ichimatsu’s already spinning head dizzier.

“No, I meant! A-actually nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” Ichimatsu quickly translates his words mentally to make sure he doesn’t use any phrasing wrong, and to make sure he doesn’t accidentally slip into his native language.

“All of us are trash so it’s not like it matters. We’re all unburnable garbage.” Ichimatsu mutters darkly under his breath and you nod, “Dude same.” Ichimatsu shakes his head, “No. Not you but my brothers for sure.”

He’s jealous and afraid of losing you to one of the more obnoxious of his brothers. A pervert, a know it all with the most abusive mouth out of the whole rotten bunch. Ichimatsu at least respects their mother – and therefore women in general.

“I have a band too.” Ichimatsu starts off. “I-it’s just getting off the ground, we have an EP in the works. Me and my little brother write punk music, real hardcore shit.” He motor mouths, “If you’re taking more commercial work, I can pay you actual money! More than I tip here too.” Ichimatsu tips so well even though the concept is foreign to him. He always tips 50% because he likes you.

“Yeah, that sounds great! I love music like that, I bet it sounds really cool. What’s the name of your band?” Your smile is SO pretty! Ichimatsu turns away to scream in his hands and it takes his entire willpower not to bash his head on the counter.

Wait FUCK! Ichimatsu mumbles under his breath, “I-it’s not really…appropriate to say here.”

“Nah, it’s fine! What’s the name?” Are you flirting with him? “Is it a bad word?” Ichimatsu stops staring directly at your face to tug down his hat. He suddenly feels really embarrassed and is definitely going to strangle Todomatsu when he gets home. That fucking bastard should’ve never started yapping in Ichimatsu’s ear about what a good iconic name it is.

‘Ichimatsu-niisan, girls love that kinda thing! It’s so clever and cute too!’ Ichimatsu is gonna kick his shit in, goddamnit Todomatsu. You stupid bitch. What does he even know about girls, he’s all talk! Ichimatsu hates him so much.

“I-it’s…” Ichimatsu whispers with his face on fire, “I-it’s Pwussy…Brain…” Ichimatsu is mortified. “Hell yeah, that’s a cool ass name!” You even have your hand up for a high five which Ichimatsu weakly returns.

“Let me guess, you guys are called that because you’re going to fuck our minds?” You ask excitedly and Ichimatsu falls in love with you then and there. “N-no, but we should put that on a shirt or something.”

“I could design that shirt, actually!” You’re so smart and funny? Ichimatsu knows the little giggle he just did was weird as hell but you don’t seem to care. “That wound be so cool.”

 “Here, let’s exchange contact info.” Ichimatsu does slam his head on the counter JUST once to get it out of his system.

It’s hard not to watch your every reaction but Ichimatsu wants to make sure you’re not skeeved out by his theatrics!

“Thank you so much!”

It’s a miserable day outside, Ichimatsu has to walk back to his two bedroom with Todomatsu after he grabs groceries and he forgot his umbrella. Ichimatsu will walk closely to the curb so he can be splashed with the water, he won’t watch his step aside from avoiding cracks and he’ll trip over an uneven block of concrete, Ichimatsu deserves this punishment.

The day is dark and gloomy, the florescent lighting makes your skin appear more washed out and pale, your make up is so trendy, you look especially cute in the uniform!

Ichimatsu’s thankful there’s nobody else in the waiting room right now, he supposes that everyone either cancelled their appointments due to the rain hitting the outside window pane. You’ve been laughing at his behavior and smiling a bit confused when you don’t get his actions.

Then it dawns on him immediately because you can’t just schedule atonement for fortune. “I don’t have a cell phone.” Ichimatsu says quietly as if he just remembered he only had a month left to live.

“I-it’s not that I don’t have a phone! Haha -ha…who would be our age in this decade without a mobile phone, o-only a freak that’s who! I have a phone! I mean, had! A phone.” Ichimatsu lies as smooth as unprocessed peanut shells. Not even grounded down to powder let alone peanut butter. Jagged, and crunching on his teeth as he grinds them nervously.

“No, I get it! It probably broke, right?” You offer him a lifeboat and Ichimatsu desperately latches onto it. With a nod Ichimatsu adds onto your story.

“I had a phone, it broke yesterday. I-I can give you my brother’s number? Not the weird one – another one who’s a normal guy.” Ichimatsu continues digging his own grave one shovel full of gravel at a time. You’re holding a pen and Ichimatsu can see the fucking casket on your arm.

“Yeah, did you drop it?” Ichimatsu nods. “I’ve never smashed mine up but I’ve broken a few too. You gotta get one of those super strong cases next time.”

Tattoos are pretty scary where he’s from but Ichimatsu wants to desperately to see more of yours.

“That’s okay, I can write my info down on that menu?”

You point the pen towards the menu Ichimatsu has all but ripped up, “My email and stuff then you can give me your brothers when you get a new phone. That sound good?”

Ichimatsu nods and ends up banging his head on the counter a few more times with the biggest smile he could muster. You pluck the crumpled menu out of his hands and write down all the information one could need for a business exchange and Ichimatsu scribbles out Todomatsu’s phone number.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Ichimatsu asks almost breathless. You look at the schedule on the computer and your eyes light up, “Yeah! You’re coming in tomorrow right, we can talk more there!”

Then a pair of customers exit through the door and suddenly Ichimatsu is reminded he’s at the cat café. Your coworker welcomes him by ushering him through the door, and the second Ichimatsu sits down in his usual corner he giddily screams into the nearest fluffy tummy.

Ichimatsu wipes another bead of sweat from under the brim of his cat cap – wait, his what?! Why did Ichimatsu wear this fucking cat ear hat? First of all, while it’s incredibly stylish and protects Ichimatsu’s photophobic eyes from this hellishly bright day it’s a huge problem isn’t it? Doesn’t it just scream “Pwussy Brain”?!

Since when does Ichimatsu want to be the center of attention like this?! Doesn’t he hate attention whoring like this or is it only when annoying people do it? If Karamatsu wore his own merch Ichimatsu would wanna smack his stupid ass…but it would be nice if Ichimatsu was stopped on the streets for an autograph in front of his partner.

To really cement that Ichimatsu is cool and popular, plus didn’t all of his brothers help him pick out this outfit? Ichimatsu did just get back from a huge nationwide tour, lots of people saw him on stage and he took so many selfies with people! While Ichimatsu definitely isn’t a household name just yet, there’s a few articles that are set to be published on the Rolling Stones digital magazine.

That’s something, right? Ichimatsu’s been asked more than once; a whole three times if he’s from the pussy band when loitering with Jyushimatsu in front of the record store. He wanted to see if the vinyls were being sold in person and holy shit, they are.

Are you actually impressed? When Ichimatsu showed you the selfie taken on his nokia you seemed genuinely happy for him, but are you actuaaally impressed? Do you really think Ichimatsu is cool? You said Ichimatsu sounds cool singing, and that he looks hot when he plays the bass but are you just being nice?

Do you actually like Ichimatsu even though he’s trash? For real? Can’t you do better? I mean, look at this shitty hat he’s wearing, Pretty annoying, right? When Ichimatsu glances over at your content expression he feels at ease for just a moment.

Wait a second, this is no time to relax! Ichimatsu’s hands are sweating like crazy right now and he’s too nervous about his appearance to just pull his hand from yours and wipe it. It’d be weird, right? If you’ve been holding hands with Ichimatsu this entire time it’d be strange if he pulled away and wiped his damp hands dry.

 You’re talking to Ichimatsu about how excited you are for today’s date and your voice is so pretty Ichimatsu’s stomach is churning with anxiety again. Are you annoyed by his disgusting hand trembling in your own?

Is it bothering you? Ichimatsu’s nerves are getting the best of him and it feels like he’s standing on stage again for the first time and he forgot every word to every song. The light in his eyes, his mouth clamped shut refusing to open, hands in the correct position but simply too wet to be comfortable, and he’s choking.

“You good?”

Ichimatsu lies with a simple nod. It’s not like this is his first date with you but the butterflies in his stomach are hatching from their cocoons again. All at once like an explosion pushing their way of intricate casings of silk and chrysalis, bursting through his chest cavity into his lungs where they will lay their eggs in a vicious cycle. He can’t fucking breathe because all of this flapping and fluttering, what the hell!

Ichimatsu swallows down a scream because he’s SO nervous! You’d think by this time Ichimatsu wouldn’t be so worried about impressing you, that he’d calm down by now, but he hates himself so fucking much. Both the self-hatred and ego agree on one thing; that Ichimatsu belongs by your side as long as you’d have him. You’re the one who should leave him but even still Ichimatsu clings to your hand because he refuses to let go first.

“Trying to be,”

Not that Ichimatsu feels like he deserves you. He definitely doesn’t, but if you’re willing to look past his eccentricities then he won’t push you away. That’s only fair, right? Right! Ichimatsu clutches the band shirt you bought him a few weeks back, it fits him perfectly too.

Second of all, is it okay that you want to go back to the cat café? Ichimatsu hasn’t seen Piper in a while and he hopes she hasn’t been adopted. Is this okay though? It’s Ichimatsu’s second anniversary with you so shouldn’t he take you somewhere nicer? Like an actual restaurant? Shouldn’t he have dressed up in a suit or something?

Karamatsu told him to do a flash mob – would you have liked that?! Probably not but wasn’t Ichimatsu supposed to do something big and flashy?! He spares you another glance and feels his heart rate plummet to normal levels. The palpitations instantly cut off when you readjust his drenched digits in your hand.

“Try to breathe, okay? No need to be nervous.” Ichimatsu exhales softly. “I love you.” He says absolutely yearning to kiss you. Ichimatsu knows it’s okay, he’s done it before spontaneously but… “I love you too, Ichi.”

Ichimatsu sucks in a breath and shyly presses his lips to your temple. Punishment comes swiftly when he stumbles and falls on his face right outside of the cat cafe. The universe has a funny way of evening out like that.

“Are you okay?” You asked when trying to help Ichimatsu to his feet; of course he’s okay! He just did something incredibly embarrassing in front of you and you still love him!

“I am,” Ichimatsu says grateful that slip and fall probably earned him so much good luck. And look, his knee is bleeding. “Wait.” Ichimatsu hopes those flirting lessons he got from Osomatsu will pay off right now.

“Does that hurt?” You say, bending over and blowing on his knee. “A-actually it does, can you get up?” Ichimatsu hopes to god you’ll find this cute. You stand back up, “Poor Ichimatsu, can I do anything for you?”

Ichimatsu nods and shuts his eyes. “C-could you kiss it better? Here?” He points to his puckered lips. “Yeah, I think I can.”

“Have you ever notice that your hair works almost like feathers?” Choromi’s bangs cover her eyes, her beady little bird eyes. She feels a bit nervous tilting her head up to examine your expression, after all she often is told despite her human parents…that she’s a monster.

Maybe she should only look at you for a few seconds. “What do you mean, Viridian?” Choromi asks softly, then averts her gaze.

“I mean, there’s nothing weird about that. Sometimes people look different than others.” You have pink hair after all. That’s her argument. She’s not different or strange, if you can have pink hair then Choromi can have long strands that barb, with a thicker rachis the farther it goes. Your thumb runs against the grain.

“It’s cute.” You’re taking the time to set the tips right, so the after feathers align with her hair. So Choromi’s neat and clean. “You really this so?!” Choromi’s voice betrays her, so her words are dyed in the ink of affection.

“Of course, after all it’s what makes you unique.”

“You’re too sweet, Viridian. That’s why I like you.” Choromi shyly raises her chin back up to you, a clucking sound dying in her throat. You pause from stroking her hair, her feathers, and just for a moment you ask a question.

Or maybe not ask it, not loudly. You smile at her, it’s sweet and intimate.

“Can I kiss you again?” You mouth to Choromi silently, then it’s her turn to reach out to touch your face. When she closes her eyes, your lips are on her own.

Choromatsu's got a temper; one that's reputation precedes his status as third born is the Matsuno family. Second to none in terms of sheer violence, first in adhering the hierarchy and maintaining tradition. He enjoys the violence, the adrenaline rush, the blood, the screams and most importantly he enjoys being needed. Choromatsu never feels more sparkling clean, shimmering in the light, beacon of beauty when he stands conducting an orchestrated symphony of carnage. It's because he loves his family after all! 

So it's one of Choromatsu's many jobs to chew up and grind out the few weeds that sprout up seeking to join the yakuza. Any application that slips through the door at the real estate building goes through Choromatsu's hands first and if someone manages to make it past Choromatsu's interviews then they'll have to train under his tyrannical heel. 

They walk in, Choromatsu tests them out. How hard of a punch can they take? If they can take pretty good one and manage to keep their teeth without crying that they'll do anything for him to stop Choromatsu takes his recruits out for drinks and food. He spoils his lil bros rotten to be honest, making sure his juniors are trained right from the beginning in the etiquette because it's not their pinkies on the line - it's Choromatsu's. He won't let his subordinates take the cut unless they're a lost cause. 

But most people don't make it past Choromatsu's first tasks but you breezed through it. When Choromatsu met you with a fist pulled back he kinda just weakly lowered it. Couldn't punch your gut, just wouldn't feel right. He ended up still going through with it. He wasn't trying to double you over or anything, just make sure you were serious about joining. You fell over and gave Choromatsu a thumbs up from the ground. 

Most people quit a week in but you seem excited to come in each day and not only that Choromatsu finds himself softening up around you. You follow most of his instructions and that's the most important part. 

"Good morning, aniki." You're bowing to Choromatsu early this morning and usually Choromatsu would bark at you to shut the fuck up - who told you that you could speak to him first?! And if you didn't greet him first Choromatsu would shout about how it's polite manners to address your superior. 

The correct answer is to silently bow but you're new here. "G'mornin, Viri." Choromatsu says gruffly, "Just stay quiet and only bow next time. You don't wanna pull that on the Boss, alright? S'not good manners." Choromatsu scolds you and you nod. 

Choromatsu sighs out of his nose when he fully enters the office. There's a lot to do this week and several projects that'll need to be attended to. Osomatsu’s a bit busy because it seems like Karamatsu's getting of of jail soon, Ichimatsu's dealing with keeping the lawyers in check so Karamatsu's appeal goes smooth, Jyushimatsu's got to entertain Miss Totoko and Todomatsu's dealing with acquiring a new development. 

So that leaves this laundry list of shakedowns for Choromatsu's lap. What a pain, but at least he's good at this kinda shit. "Hey, kid." Choromatsu calls out before he finishes flipping through the documents. You hesitate for a second, "Viridian-san." That's right. You get nervous if Choromatsu doesn't address you by name. 

Usually in these situations Choromatsu wouldn't bother with remembering or calling someone by their name but he's definitely going soft. "Yes sir?" 

"Did you ever get those brass knuckles I sent?" Choromatsu asks when he gets up to shred the documents. You pull back the custom suit jacket sleeve to reveal the knuckles hanging loosely off your fingers. 

"You been practicin your hook?" Choromatsu asks while taking stock of his inventory. The clip is in, he's got another in his pocket and the gun's safety is firmly on. This is his favorite gun, Choromatsu thinks as you show him your swing. It's a bit sloppy but it'll do. 

You don't seem much like a fighter but it's okay, this is for practice after all. "Looks a lot better, let's go." Choromatsu doesn't need to give this to you - he shouldn't. He shouldn't and yet when he hops off the corner of his father's desk Choromatsu hands you the gun as he walks ahead. 

Do you know? A bead of sweat trails down into Choromatsu's collar when he reaches the door. He trusts you but has no reason to. Choromatsu put his life in your hands, right now he could turn around and see that gun pointed at him. His favorite gun and his favorite recruit. You could shoot him right now, backstab him and put a bullet in his spine and Choro gave you the ammunition.