#x reader?

Right off the bat, I think we can all agree talking is not one of Scott’s strong suits. The only times he really talks is when he’s proposing ideas to Riggs and Javi about potential deals. So when the team finds him willingly chatting with you after a day of collecting data, they all just short circuit.

Like hello?? Are they dreaming??? Wtf going on???? Like out of everybody to talk to you choose him??? And they’re not even mad they’re just..they have no clue what to think, they’ve never seen him look so at ease before lmao. There’s no permanent scowl on his face or anything, just his baritone voice mixing with your own. Ngl it creeped them out at first, they really thought the world was ending that night.

Javi’s the first to really notice the changes in Scotts demeanor around you; the quick glances, the ever so slight smiles, and even the smallest touches like his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand when he’s giving a speech, he’s seen it all.

Speaking of, I just know that Scott’s love language has got to be either words of affirmation or physical touch. He loves hearing you tell him how much he matters to you, or how you remember small things about him, it just makes him smile. For him being a not very vocal person, it’s hard for him to tell you straight up how much he cares for you. It doesn’t even have to be gentle or meaningful words, making witty comebacks to his sarcastic remarks is always enough for him.

But his way of expressing his affection is through small touches. Standing close enough to you where you can smell his cologne, brushes of his fingers to your waist or hand, overall just standing close to you. (Now that I think abt it, that’s a looot more like quality time but whatever☺️)

Anyway, back on topic cuz I’m too easily distracted. The crew really tried their hardest to get Scott to even be remotely nice to them after that. I mean if he was nice to you then he could be nice to them right? Can’t be that hard. Boy oh boy were they wrong…they literally did everything in their power. They bought him coffees on early mornings, made sure he has the nicest, or as nice as they could be, bed sheets at motels, volunteered to do his dirty work of pages and pages of paperwork, but literally nothing worked. All they ever got were blank stared nods or a grumbled ‘thanks.’ At this point they were flabbergasted. How could you get that cocky bastard to even glance at you?? Nevertheless smile at you?

They have up like 5 days after trying lmfao, it was utterly useless to try and make that man any less brooding then he is. After trying through, they realized that all their attempts didn’t go completely wasted.

Scott brought you hot drinks on the chilly nights and morning as you two sat together in the crappy hotel rooms. Stopped smacking his gum whenever you side-eyed him a little too hard, much to everyone’s relief. Always walked you to your room after a late night to make sure you got there safe.

As much as they hated how self centered and blunt Scott was, they all secretly knew how love drunk he was about you. (Don’t bring it up to him, but they’re all secretly jealous they dont get any kind of special treatment

First head canon ask!! I do not think I did very good at it though💀💀. I had ideas in my head but they were not coming out the way I ask. But I hoped you at least liked some of it! I promise to write a better one in the future!

Yasuhiro had a pretty strange week already; he's dealt with angry customers, messy predictions, the works, really. so he figured he'd attend a local bathhouse to have a break from it all. sure, it was public, but he didn't think that'd be much of an issue. It was also one of those open ones, y'know, the type that are outside with trees and bamboo around for privacy. He's never been too insecure about his body, and he wasn't the type to stare at others, so he figured, why not? well, it wasn't really even local; it was a bit far from the city, but it was the closest one.

once he got there, after walking since he didn't have a car, he was frankly exhausted. He sighed as he trudged into the bathhouse building, stripping off his clothes and putting them in an empty locker. He'd peeked the place a bit before; it was pretty empty, so he didn't bother with underwear. He wrapped a towel around his waist for the sake of privacy, before walking out to the baths. It was relatively empty, like he'd seen, save for a few strays. Fair, it was pretty late. He went to the closest one that was empty, climbing in and sighing as he leaned against the side of the bath. The water was warm, but not hot, just perfect.

He soaked for a long time, eyes shut as he enjoyed the warmth of the water, along with the sounds of nature around him. He peeked his eyes open when he heard a loud group of people entering, all pretty muscular men. It suddenly clicked; those were the Yakuza. His eyes widened as he panicked and ducked his head into the water as they walked past. He couldn't hold his breath very long, so before they could properly pass without noticing him, he had to bring his head back up for air.

Gasping for air, he moved his now wet hair out of his face, his hair hanging down for once, like a wet mop. He and the Yakuza made eye contact for a solid 30 seconds, Hiro frozen like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. They properly registered who he was and yelled to get him, to which he responded by panicking again and launching himself out of the bath, the Yakuza chasing him as he abandoned his towel, along with the clothes in his locker, as he sprinted past the lockers and out of the bathhouse. So much for a moment of peace, he thought as he ran down the road he came from.

The Yakuza, however, had priorities. They had stopped to put their clothes back on by the lockers. One of them discovered Yasuhiro's locker and decided to take his clothes too, out of spite, probably. They were relatively far from him, but they had their motorcycles, so they wouldn't be far for long. The guy who took Hiro's clothes "politely" dumped them on the road as they rode in the direction he went.

Hiro had enough time to somehow get back to the city before them. Once he got there, he ducked into an alleyway and hid behind a dumpster. Only then did he properly register his... lack of clothes, or even a towel, since he was almost making eye contact with his dick. He whined as he moved his head side to side, desperately looking for anything to cover himself with, only to be met with sweet nothing. He groaned and peeked from the dumpster, ducking again as a dozen motorcycles flew past the alley he was in, a few stray trashed papers which scattered the alley's floor flew in the air as they went past.

He could use the papers, but he had nothing to hold them together with. He sighed as he shakily stepped out from beside the dumpster, standing almost properly as he cupped his dick with his hands to cover it. He decided to try and navigate the alleyways of the city, since his apartment building wasn't far. He started his trek through the city, looking behind him every couple of steps. He panicked and ran to the closest large object to hide every time the Yakuza drove past an alley he was in.

He noticed pretty far in his journey, he had to cross the road in order to get to his building. He swallowed his pride and shakily stepped out from the alley once the street was the emptiest it'd be for a while. It was almost identical to a baby deer taking its first steps, with how shaky his footing was. But he eventually stepped into the streets, hands still covering his shrunken dick from the fear. He didn't even head to the cross road, he just nervously waited until no cars were around before running across the road. A group of women spotted him and, naturally, screamed upon seeing a naked man who looked homeless and drowned running down the road. As if he wasn't embarrassed enough. He whined and ran until he saw his building, before freezing once he realised he couldn't just walk in naked as the day he was born.

He panicked slightly after he froze, noticing more people were witnessing him and either screaming or having some sort of shocked reaction. He whimpered and ran across the street in order to get to the building, panicking more as he heard motorcycles driving down the road he was just on. He ran behind the building and hid as the Yakuza drove past, they must have realised he was around since people had screamed. He hid there and gathered his thoughts, trying to come up with an idea. He then realised he didn't have his room key, nor his clothes, nor his dignity.

This meant only one thing. He had to walk into the front of the building and ask to be let into his room. Fuck, this would be a first for the receptionists..

He waited until the street was free of Yakuza and most people before shamefully walking to the front of the building, the automatic doors sliding open to reveal him, in all his naked glory. There weren't many people in the lobby, save for an old couple, who gasped and got up to leave. The receptionist was terrified, fearfully asking how she could help him. bless her. He explained his circumstances, leaving the yakuza part out, and asked for another key. The lady was scared, but kind enough to simply give him another key as he thanked her and shamefully trudged to the elevator, keys in one hand, dick in the other, where he was met with a stranger who was also in the elevator.

The ride was silent and awkward, Yasuhiro staring at the floor in shame. Once it got to his floor, he stepped out, apologised to the stranger, and then walked to his room and was quick to get in and immediately flop onto his bed and cover himself with the thick blanket, absolutely defeated. He doesn't think he'll be going out anytime soon.