#the three crows

Can I request Retsudo x Reader? So the story is like Sayaka somehow got kidnapped or smtn and we're just a broke ordinary "civilian" who's incredibly strong ykyk, doesn't belong to a clan or big name and he somehow fell for us

That Katahara name must be passed down somehow right? 👀

Sorry I love rich x poor dynamic a lot and need him to spoil us QwQ

AHHH SIS I missed my shot 😭 I miss interpreted your original request 🙇‍♀️ Aight Imma do a re write! I love writting so DW 🫰 It’s hard to be ordinary in the chaotic Kengan univers 🤣 It’s like asking a crack addict to not do crack LMFAO. On a serious note I’ll try my best to fulfill your Rich x Poor dreams! I think I’ve cracked the code pun intended.

P.S I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! Battling writers block and dealing with my flatmate move out. Is driving me UP THE WALL! The work never stops, and my family is driving me nuts! Nothing new in my life haha lol. Hope you all enjoy 💖💖💖

Retsudo Katahara x Reader AFAB Mixed Headcanons and Oneshot bonus

I have a big feeling that Retsudo looks like his mom. You can just tell she was BADDIE...He looks nothing like his dad LMAO.

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(ง •̀_•́)ง. ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ ( ◞•̀д•́)◞◟(•̀д•́◟ ) (/•-•)/ 💣

Being broke was tough, the amount of slave labour nowadays to pay for the basic standard of living was insane. Poverty had increased even more with a concerning number of men and women littering the streets…it was concerning. Japan had one of the highest poverty rates in the world. Prostitution and crime was on the  rising too. 

You wanted money a lot more of it. Even if it was just a little to take the weight off your back. Having money is to enjoy life, have everything within reach, basically playing the game of life on easy mode. Or so that's what you thought. 

Sure you try becoming an idol, didn’t really wanna work at a maid cafe or become one or those product promoters.  The competition with EVERYTHING in Japan was so incredibly high that it was making life super depressing. 

Working long hours for the same as paying off bills, your boss is an asshole and is definitely planning to fire you any minute or reduce you to casual and never call you in…

You worked late nights stacking market shelves and moving boxes. It wasn’t particularly fun, very boring and mundane but at least you got to go out and do things during the day all day everyday.

(ง •̀_•́)ง. ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ. (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ (/•-•)/ 💣. ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

Y/n: “Shit!....” you sigh looking at your paycheck. Your boss was a little dodgy. He didn't always pay all his staff the full amount or on time making the bills pile up and you’ve already been served a warning to vacate since you’ve been paying rent late more than once…

Friend: “Thought about selling your kidneys yet?” they teased. 

Y/n: “Nooo jezz yeah I’m down bad but not THAT BAD relax!” you huffed 

Friend: “You know…you could always fight in one of those underground areas…” they whispered.

Y/n: “No.” 

Friend: “Why you could make a killing! Just beat up a couple guys, get the cash and leave the scene.” 

Y/n: “No. You don’t know those people in the underground areas. Anything goes. I don’t wanna get caught up with the wrong crowd …what if the yakuza come after me!!!” 

Friend: “Think about it dumb dumb there is gonna be a bunch of rich people there even if you don’t compete!!!” They wink at you. 

Y/n: “GRAAHH Why is life so hard right now! Stupid government tax’s, tax my ASS!” You never liked being back into a corner, feeling helpless or forced in something you didn’t want to do…

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ (≖_≖ ). (ꐦ • ᴗ •). ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ. (×_×)

Your options were very limited and it was crunch time. How were you going to get in? The higher upper class already have their groups and trusted allies, even if you got into a company it be at base level they wouldn’t invite you to the inner circle. 

Looks like you were making a comeback...

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻ ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ. ( ◞•̀д•́)◞◟(•̀д•́◟ )

Y/n: “God…I hate these arenas” 

Crowd: “YAAAA WOOO KILL HIM! WE WANT MORE BLOOD! GIVE US A SHOW DAMN YOU!” 

Commentator: “AND NOOWW OUR NEXT FIGHTER Y/NN!!!

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

Friend: “Don’t sweat it, you got this in the bag!” 

Y/n: “This area reeks of death…” There would be a strong smell of liquor, cigars and stingy metal smell (blood) that you never got used to. The place was filthy… Your fighters bay had discarded needles, pill bottles, bloody gauze, muscle tape used by other competitors lying around.  

Friend: “Think about the money!” You were started to get worried about that contract you signed but now was not the time to be distracted.

Crowd: “...who's that?, I don’t know, I've never seen them before, aww man he's gonna kill her…” The area would grow silent when you step into the ring. In truth you just looked like a girl off the street, no well built muscles, confident stride the last person who should be in an illegal fighting match.

(ง •̀_•́)ง. ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ. (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ (/•-•)/ 💣. ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

You didn’t have a choice. Having been forcibly vacated from your apartment now toughing it out in your car. Your friend from your job was kind enough to help you out. Giving you her couch and getting you into an underground match. 

Of course under some terms and conditions that you didn’t read when signing a contract with her not thinking too much of it. 

They would become like your advisor…giving you a run down of the competitors and arranging more matches.

Sure you took a handful of full material classes and you loved beating the crap out of your cement filled punching bag…but it’s different when your attack MUST land. 

You didn’t have a favourite  fighting style or a strong set of spilled just raw will power and a ridiculous amount of strength only you are your friend really knew about. 

The fight went well. You took a lot of damage being inexperienced but you and your new all you really needed to do was land one single hit. 

You got the nickname “Kill shot” as a trend started to follow in all your matches.  you had a nasty upper cut. You’d bust the skin on your knuckles from the force of impact with other fighter's jaw. Leaving them in a state of concussion maybe a little brain damage…

You made a killing and got the cash you wanted now you could guy leave and trying and fix your old life easy right!? NO. The universe had other plans for you.

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ (≖_≖ ). (ꐦ • ᴗ •). ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ. (×_×)

Friend: “Hey! Look at you go! I already got five other matched lined up for you. So pack your stuff we are leaving tonight for Thialand…”

Y/n: “No. I’m not going…”

Friend: “It’s not about you want missy! You were stupid enough to sign your life away to me! Your my property now anything I SAY GOES! Unless you wanna be walking the streets as a common whore. I suggest you get your act together

Y/n: “....” you walk off! You signed your life away and the contract put you into debt. The participation fee friend had provided for you to compete in the match. You were fucked.

(ง •̀_•́)ง. ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ. (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ (/•-•)/ 💣. ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

Y/n: “Give me any old fashioned.”

Bartender: “One old fashion coming up.”

Retsudo: “Make that two…the drinks on me.” He sits down next to you lighting a cigarette.

Y/n: “Thanks…”

Retsudo: “I saw you in your match against that heavy weight boxer you barely managed to secure the win…”

Y/n: “...um hello sir my name is Y/n, what planet are you from!?” you scared a little peeved.

Retsudo: “Your sloppy and technique is nonexistent sweetie. If I had to take a guess, that was probably one of a handful of matches you’ve ever been in. All go you is raw strength…”

Y/n: “Any ever tell you your an asshole…” you hiss this guy already knew WAYY to much more than the average person and it was irritating you.

Retsudo: “You really shouldn’t say that to your new boss…” He took a sip of his drink.

Y/n: “No way! Please lord just kill me now!!!”

Retsudo: “I bought that contract you were stupid enough to sign from your friend back there. You're mine now and you owe me a lot of money.”

Y/n: “So who are you? Do all you rich people have obsessive and controlling tendencies or????”

Retsudo: “My name is Retsudo Katahara.” He spat.

You froze, every business man alive knew that name, even you knew that name. This man wasn’t just rich he was richer then rich. You still couldn't tell if this was a dream come true or your worst nightmare…

Retsudo: “Oh good your not entirely stupid. Come on, let's go.”

Y/n: “Where are we going?”

Retsudo: “Back to the hotel we are going to leave in the morning…”

You grudgingly follow Retsudo back to the hotel he was staying at. You thought about tearing up that stupid contract, running away or maybe you could hold him for randoms. Of course the hotel was in the heart of Tokyo city, and the crown jewel was Red Dragon Casino. Very fancy, bright lights, the smell of top shelf boo’s, beautiful women, filthy rich (mostly old) men, waitresses, card dealers and casino machines singing. Retsudo leads you to an elevator. “After you.” You smile, Retsudo wasn’t that bad you both just had the same negative traits… His room was on the top floor with a great view of Tokyo city. The lights and night looked like tiny little stars.

Y/n: “Is this the par where you ask me to sleep with you…?

Retsudo: “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t plan on getting baby trapped by you…”

Y/n: “Won’t kill you but smoking will.”

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

Retsudo had brought you a fresh pair of pajamas with the price tags still attached. You almost dropped dead the amount of zeros…yeah they didn’t need to add to your debt…

You noticed some rings on the ledge of the on the sink of the bathroom bench. Multiple a basic gold bands one stood out a gold ring, with a dragon with red eyes (ruby) and black obsidian it was very eye catching the inside had an engraved name…S.A.Y.A.K.A..

There were numerous bottles, cred, tom ford, polo… SAUVAGE DRIO!, AHH all it smelt so good! Mans is definitely a player if got this smell!!! (no fr tho)

You built a pillow fort to make sure Retsudo doesn’t get any ideas…

Retsudo’s the type of guy to sleep with his shirt off.

(ง •̀_•́)ง. ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ. (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ (/•-•)/ 💣. ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

You open your eyes to see Retudo was gone, the sheets were cold to and the pillow wall was missing!!! You wouldn’t be surprised if he was drinking, gambling or spending money on pretty women… a smell hits your nose. Retsudo was smoking with the door open on the balcony.

Y/n: “...Hey..can’t sleep?”

Retsudo: “I don’t get much sleep…”

Y/n: “Whats wrong?”

Retsudo: “Do you really care?”

Y/n: “No not really but I am trying to be nice.” Retsudo leads back on the railing taking the cigarette from his mouth gently placing his open hand on your mouth pressing the cigarette to your lips. “This helps.” you breathe in the cigarette fumes before coughing violently.

Y/n: “ah wow that burns!!!”

Retsudo: “Ah ha ah haa sorry I should have warned you.” He smirks, patting your back.

Retsudo: "Why would a girl like you wanna be an underground fighter?"

Y/n: "I don't I had to do it..."

Retsudo: "Why?"

Y/n: 'I don't wanna talk about...things I doubt you will understand.."

Retsudo: "You're such a brat you know."

Y/n: "That's my que to go back to sleep."

You struggled to sleep wondering what exactly you're getting dragged into. Retsudo clearly isn't the talkative type so

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

Retsudo would have his private investigators looking into their databases and digging up any kinda info on you.

For a wealthy, handsome and successful young man Retsudo seemed lonely.

Retsudo likes to smoke high end Cigarettes like "Lucky Strike" and "Malboro."

Many bodyguards and other associations with the katahard keep and eye out for new promising recruits to join the family army and secure power.

No going back once you were on Metsudo Katahara's island. In truth it wasn't just an island but a large body of land with a handful of smaller island clusters. (so multiple)

One was dedicated to raising Katahara's personal army; a lot of orphans in training are forcibly located there.

The other smaller islands are under construction or planning on what to do with it. You know rich people problems

Katahara had stick rules including that NO ONE can travel to his island by air for safety reasons and the island itself is wiped from the map and all data bases only a select few know the location.

Retsudo forcibly hired you to be Sayaka and his personal bodyguard. He thought he could put your talents to use. 

Adjusting to life on Katahara’s island was tough. New environment, not so ordinary people (the body guards) and new found allergies… 

Not that it matters, you mostly accompanied Sayaka everywhere she went. To the mainland to go shopping, away on trips exotic places, carrying all of her bags and other expensive items, driving her around she was SUCH A PRINCESS. 

You could deny the fact you were a little jealous. But Sayaka was a good person, friendly, kind, easy to talk to. Putting your issues to the side you both became close friends.

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻ ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ (¬_¬") "( – ⌓ – ) (×_×).

Sayaka: “HEY Y/N! I got this for you! I couldn’t just leave it there on the rack, I knew it look so good on you! TRY IT ON!!” 

Y/n: “Aww thanks Sayau, that's really sweet of you to think of me! You LOVE playing dress up don’t you..” you teased. 

Sayaka: “Oh no just with you!” she winks  “You know Katra Beauty Collective could always use a girl like you!” Sayaka has been dying to get you out into the modeling industry. Especially since her Dad gifted her a beauty cosmetics brand. She’d been using you as her test subject blush, lip stick, bronzer, body glitter you name. You still haven’t gotten all the body glitter out of your uniform… 

Y/n: “Me beauty model. No way!” 

Sayaka: “To late! You have such striking and naturally pretty features you should embrace your looks more…and maybe wear this! Way better than the bodyguard uniform!” She gave you a very sexy, formal yet class button up dress that accentuated your femininity compared to the more masculine suit you were given. 

Retsudo: “...what are you both wearing!” he growled. Eyeing you both up and down. 

Sayaka: “Retse It’s a crime to make such a beautiful girl wear such a ugly suit! From now on my bodyguard will be wearing this.” 

Retsudo: “....no.” 

Sayaka: “Why not!” 

Retsudo: "because it’s not work appropriate…” 

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

Unbeknownst to you Sayaka was pressing some of Retsudo's buttons. She’d always catch his eyes lingering whenever you came into view or walked by. 

Retsudo honestly loved the new sexy suit but there’s no way he could say that not to Sayaka or in front of you… 

You and Retsudo did more bickering then talking to see who could one up the other. He liked the playful banter. People respect him and the family name too much. You were an honest person and not afraid to speak their mind. 

Call it a somewhat love-hate relationship. You found him arrogant, annoying and out of touch, he thought you were fun, amusing and different. Staying away only brought him closer.

Some bodyguards had issues with you. Being given such an important job without being forced to fight your way through the ranks. 

It was obvious that you had very little training… But I guess Retsudo trusted you or he just has a soft spot.

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻ ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ (¬_¬") "( – ⌓ – ) (×_×).

Y/n: “Retsudo! Really! You need to get some sleep!” You were out doing your late night rounds controlling the island. You noticed Retsudo near the beach smoking away as usual.  

Retsudo: “...” 

Y/n: “Come on, you're gonna end up like one of those Russian sleep experiments!” you teased. 

Retsudo: “haha very funny…” 

Y/n: “Retsudo can I be honest with you?” 

Retusdo: “Sure…” 

Y/n: “For someone with all this money you sure seem lonely…” 

Retsudo: “sorry but I’m not intrested…”

Y/n: “You don’t have to do everything on your own…” you walk away to continue your patrol rounds. 

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

What you said stuck with him. 

You both play this fun little game of cat and mouse. 

Retsudo has met many beautiful women in his life but you were the first to genuinely not care about his status if anything you challenge him more. His views, what he values, his perspectives, everything. 

The harder he played to get the more attracted to you he found himself. 

Being Metsudo Katahara’s son was not an easy thing but you made life simpler, less lonely, stressful and complicated. 

Sayaka loved you. Couldn’t have asked for a better bodyguard and best friend.

If Sayaka had known the truth about your situation and reason for being on the islander or dragged into the company in the i first place she would have demanded your release! 

Then Retsudo would have no reason or power to keep you on the islander with him…

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻ ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ (¬_¬") "( – ⌓ – ) (×_×).

Retsudo: “Y/n.” 

Y/n: “Hey? Is there something wrong.” You were at one of the body guard basses on the main island. In your own personal flat felt like your boxy apartment back at home but at least it was A LOT nice and you didn’t need to pay rent.

Retsudo: “I need you to come with me…” 

Y/n: “...your voice sounds really pointed right now..” You stop what you're doing, turning around to face him. He was accompanied by Misasa from the extermination force. 

Misasa: “Come with us.” 

Y/n: “...not until you both tell me what's going on.”

Retsudo: “That's classified.” 

Y/n: “oh yeah well I’m NOT GOING!” 

The two of them run at you forcing their way into the lounge area.. You were in the open kitchen picking up some dinner plates, you tossing them at the two as the plates piffi off the carpet and others smashed into the walls. The shattering ceramic forced Retsudo and Misasa to cover their eyes. You looked at your dish soap grabbing it and spiriting tones of the slipper liquid all over the floor tiles in the kitchen. “Come and get me!” you open the cupboard under the sink and kick the pipes as water started spilling out onto the floor tiles. They both stopped. Can’t fight you on a slipper floor. 

Retsudo: “I thought I could trust you…” 

Y/n: “...well that's just too bad!” you weren’t having any of it. You wanted off the islander, out of this contract and to get as far away from all these psychotic business men as possible!.

You ended up having to crawl your way through the vents. Till you passed over an open vent into Sayaka’s room, the one she’d usually spend time with Retsudo in at the base.. She wasn’t there but the crows were. You figured out Sayaka was missing and they were putting the blame on you. “I don’t know what Retsudo ever saw in her! She was never cut out to be a body guard.” “I WANT HER HEAD! YOU FOOLS BETTER FIND HER! Metsudos voice boomed! 

You get out of the vents. Fractically looking around, you were on the black list now. What if you were killed onsight! Shit maybe you shouldn’t have ran you look hella guilty.

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

You wanted to run away back to your life. Back home but you couldn’t, you had to find Sayaka…running would mean running forever. 

Hot wiring a motorbike you decided to take a quick look around the island. She has to still be on the island. Or at least left you a clue. Sayaka was smart, not helpless. 

How could Sayaka go missing from the base and how could Retsudo not be there with her unless. 

Heading for the docks, there was a central control room. It had the cameras over the entire island there. Whoever had taken Sayaka has to be seen on the video camera. 

You hear alarms going off at Metsudos voice over the mega phone “I WANT Y/N DEAD OR ALIVE!!!”

Great, you were now starring in a real life perg movie…

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻ ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ (¬_¬") "( – ⌓ – ) (×_×).

Sneaking into the control roll. It was easy, way too easy, soon enough you find dead bodyguards, they were the new trainees on their first shift. You try not to throw up or let your mind get the better of you as you push on. 

Busting the door locks with a fire extinguisher in head you smash in the ground hard as smoke fills the room. You charged at a man with white suit whoever he was, he was NOT a part of the Kataharas army. Throwing a swift punch connecting with his jaw giving him a busted lip and one less tooth. You hit him again “Where is Sayaka!” you demand “...” the man refused to talk. “Don’t make me break your fucking jaw WHERE IS SHE!””You're too late…” he swezzed falling back, his face was bloody, the swelling was intense and he struggled breathing. 

You look up to see Sayaka being forced onto a boat by two other men wearing the same white suits. You sprint out the room, out the exit to the far end of the docks. “TO LATE!” one of the men snickers. 

“WRRRMM BAAANNNNG!” The idiots untied there achor but left it on the edge of the dock. You caught it at the last second as the anchor prongs nicked your forearms, the boat engine revving loudly as the men battled your strength. “GGRR AAAHHH” You ding in deep tugging the boat back as the end smashed into the concrete. The men are pushed badly, being flung on the floor. You take your chance, taking a leap of faith onto the ship your eyes immediately meet with Sayaka’s who was currently duck taped and hog tied. Thank god she was okay. 

“YOU PUNK!” One of the men gets up running at you. Duckling his right hook, you give him a mean upper cut, sending him flying into the air crashing down on the hood of the boat before he rolling off into the water. The other man was getting up recovering from the concussion from the impact you kicked him in the chest, forcing him to roll back off the boat. You lock eyes with a third man. You failed to see him before , he jumped off the boat willingly and started swimming back in the direction of Japan's mainland. 

You could hear the revving of engines in the distance, most likely Kataharas men. You quickly take the duct tape of Sayaka mouth “Y/N! Thank goodness I am so happy to see you!!!’ you untie her.

Sayaka: “Y/n..whats wrong?”

Y/n: “I can’t stay here Sayaka..” 

Sayaka: “Why? You did nothing wrong!

Y/n: “Sayaka…I don’t belong here. You belong here…I wanna go home and this is my chance.” 

Sayaka: “But..you're my best friend. I’ll be so lonely without you…” 

Y/n: “I’m sorry Sayaka…” You take her by the hand guiding her back on the docks as you watch Retsudo and the bodyguards show up. The smell of burnt rubber and the loud screeching of ties.

Sayaka: “Will I ever see you again!?” 

Y/n: “Probably not…” you let go of her hand as you turning back, starting the boat up, speeding off towards mainland. You made sure to hit Sayaka’s kidnappers with the boat. You look over your shoulder seeing Sayaka embrace her brother. “YY/NN!!” he called out for you his face once filled with genuine emotion. Regret. You kept driving. Driving the wedge between you further.

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

You shed some tears, you were gonna miss Sayaka. She was the best part. The way she always included you in everything, watched your back when things went wrong, kept others from putting the blame on you or hating you. 

Sayaka going missing was not on your watch, it wasn’t your fault… on an island where everyone wants your head and your boss is trying to kill you. 

You had more than enough. You wanted out of this contract, you wanted out for a long time and now you finally got your chance to disappear.

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻ ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ (¬_¬") "( – ⌓ – ) (×_×).

Retsudo: “YY/NN!! We have to go after her!”

Sayaka: “no. let her go…” Sayaka was sad but deep down she knew how you felt even though you never said a word to her… 

Retsudo: “Why!? Why is she leaving Sayaka!!?” 

Sayaka: "Because she doesn’t want to be here….” Retsudo knew this but he still forced you to be here under your debt and the contract he bought. 

(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ꐦ • ᴗ •) ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง (≖_≖ )(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

Retsudo had a heavy heart and a tremendous amount of guilt. He realised too late that not only had you been blamed, framed and hunted but he had betrayed your trust. 

Trust was invaluable, something MONEY can not buy. 

Retsudo kept you and Sayaka close because you were the two most important people in his life. Being together meant you would always be safe. 

Now he’s watching your figure disappearing into the darkness knowing full well he might NEVER see you again. 

Never be able to fix the mistakes he's made. 

But Retsudo is not the type of man to give up easily. He was gonna find you. He was gonna fix things and convince you to come back with him.

⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻ ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ (¬_¬") "( – ⌓ – ) (×_×).

I plan to make a PART 2 where Retsudo desperately tries to find Y/n! She could be anywhere, and try to convince her to come back with him. Oh how the tables have turned! He has to plan something BIG! Cause Y/n was never a girl that was easy to catch x

Omori Masamichi would make an incredible girl dad! Imagine him with a daughter playing fantasy dress up, having tea parties, makeovers, etc. His little girl got his sassy attitude and the duo is unstoppable!

There’s a cafe on campus that comes and goes called The Three Crows.  For those wanting a casual visit, it can be found in the spring when the hydrangeas bloom, on new moons, and the first sunny day after it rains.  For those wishing adventures of a more exotic variety, it can be found on clear nights with a full moon when you hear the distant sounds of hounds baying.   As you enter, you will be greeted by the sweet smell of cider and the spice of whiskey all comfortably wrapped within the warmth of coffee. The Dropkick Murphy’s always play in the background, and flowers grow from the walls and sometimes that odd table or chair.

Excuse to make Big Man hold Big Stick.

“The Whispering Woods"

I disappeared for a while! Dang 😂 anyways...

I'm slowly easing back into writing because it's been ages since I wrote something. Currently working on my relationship with food, so I thought this might be fun. Hope you find this interesting and maybe even relatable¿

TW: eating habits, diets, insecurity towards food, and discomfort towards food.