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Coming back almost 5 years after the original post date to give y'all some information. Jeezums.I'll take requests for the following:
- Obey Me!
- Legend of Zelda
- John Doe
- Undertale
- Osomatsu-san
- Br<3ken Colors
- Boyfriend to Death
- Court of Darkness
- TouchstarvedNSFW is fine, as is gore, but I refuse to write anything other than platonic relations with underage characters. No, I will not age them up either.If I refuse a request for a specific type of reader, please know that it's nothing personal! I just have a very limited perspective and there are certain things I simply don't feel confident enough to write.Feel free to comment here what you'd like to see.
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Karamatsu hissed and reflexively yanked his hand back when you pressed the alcohol-soaked gauze to his forearm. You grabbed his wrist in an iron grip and pulled it back towards you.
“Stop being such a baby. I’ve told you at least a hundred times not to mess with Ichi’s cats. I’m not sure what you expect at this point.”
He visibly wilted at your scolding, but didn’t reply. Once the scratches had been thoroughly cleaned, you tossed the blood-spotted gauze in the trash and left with the second eldest in tow.
“Why won’t the darling angels accept my affection?” he asked with exaggerated distress.
You grimaced, unsure of how to tell him that Ichimatsu had supposedly conditioned them to be aggressive towards him. At least that was what the others had told you.
“Maybe you’re just more of a dog person,” you offered with a smile. Fortunately he didn’t question it any further. Karamatsu headed out for the day, taking care not to touch his fresh wounds when he rolled up his hoodie sleeves. You waved goodbye and shut the front door before narrowing your eyes.
You threw open the door to the living room and leaned against the frame, giving Ichimatsu an accusatory look. He furrowed his brow upon seeing the expression.
“What?”
“You know what, Ichi. I just arrived to see Karamatsu dangling off the edge of the roof. Can you guess why?”
He turned away, raising a fist to cover a knee-jerk grin. He did not look the least bit apologetic.
“Don’t smile, oh my gosh! Listen, your cats attack your poor bother all the time and hiss at me whenever I get close. You’ve got to work with them a little.”
His focus returned to you, confusion in his eyes.
“They hiss at you?”
You glanced over at the wall, then back to him, wondering why that was the part that had caught his attention.
“Yeah?”
He didn’t look pleased with that. He mumbled for you to stay put while he exited the room. You seated yourself on the worn couch against the wall as you waited, eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. Ichimatsu returned holding a small blue bag with a cartoon cat printed on one side. He crossed the room, opened the window, and gave the bag a few good shakes before sitting down beside you in his previous spot. Seconds later, a few mewling alley cats came leaping through the window. A large Bombay black cat landed gracefully on the windowsill, shimmering green eyes peering at you. It swiveled around and swatted playfully at a small, plump orange tabby as it tried to haul itself up onto the ledge. The smaller cat dropped back down with a discontented meow and waited for the first to enter the room. You smiled as a Persian cat jumped up onto the furniture with you, gently pressing its paw onto your thigh as if testing the waters. When you slowly raised a hand to scratch the top of its head, it purred loudly and settled comfortably onto your lap.
“See? They’re not bad,” Ichimatsu assured you, feeding the fluffy cat in your lap a treat, “that’s Marshmallow. She loves attention.”
A huge smile spread across your face.
“Marshmallow? No, that is too cute!”
Pure glee filled your voice and you squealed at the little cat in your lap, who flattened her ears in response to the noise.
“And that,” he pointed to the tabby from before as it approached the two of you, “is ESP Kitty.”
You cocked your head at him. The feline hopped right up onto Ichimatsu’s lap for a snack, and you finally noticed the tiny blue glasses that somehow fit perfectly on his face. Tiny fangs protruded out over his chin, which you found too adorable to handle.
“He used to be able to talk.”
Your previous confusion evolved into utter bewilderment. Ichimatsu couldn’t help but let out an amused snort at your face.
“It’s a long story. He could read people’s thoughts too. He was like a living lie detector.”
You giggled and looked down at the bespectacled cat before using your remaining hand to pet under his chin.
“That sounds horrible,” you admitted.
Ichimatsu hummed and nodded in agreement. After a moment, a question rose to your lips.
“Ichi, why did you seem so surprised that your cats didn’t particularly care for me?”
His brown eyes flicked over towards you for a brief second before recovering his usual bored facade and he looked away from you with a scowl. You didn’t fail to notice the blush that dusted his cheeks.
“They like who I like,” he stated simply, eyes still focused intently on ESP Kitty. That statement caused a temporary halt in all mental function. A split second later, a million thoughts sprang forward in a jumbled, tangled mess. You settled back into a relaxed position on the couch, biting your lip and trying to suppress the ear-to-ear grin that threatened to stretch across your face.
“Oh.”
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You yawned, eyelids drooping as the latest box office hit played on your television. Osomatsu had texted you during work to tell you that he had bought it. The question of how he got the money was one you didn’t dare to ask. Not that it really mattered; you had both been dying to see the film since its initial release in theaters. However, with your busy work schedule and other nonsense that always seemed to come up at the worst possible time, you had missed the opportunity. You were thrilled to finally see it. Your days of avoiding the Internet in fear of spoilers were finally over. Still, no matter how interested you were, it was growing incredibly difficult to keep your eyes open. That day had been particularly unkind to you, though you tried not to let it show when you got home. Osomatsu had ordered takeout for the two of you so that no one needed to cook, which was certainly nice. He had patiently waited for you to take a relaxing bath while he set out some snacks and let the previews play. You tried your best to look like your usual bright self around him, but in truth you were exhausted. He seemed to notice too, if the odd looks he kept giving you were any indication. He asked if you were alright during dinner and had dropped the subject when you insisted that you were just fine, but he didn’t look as though he believed you at all.
The movie was at most halfway over by the time your vision started blurring. There was simply no keeping your eyes open as you felt your body sag into Osomatsu’s shoulder. You could just barely hear his quiet cooing over your groggy state. He gave you a small nudge, to which you replied with a hoarse hum of acknowledgement.
“Babe, why don’t you go to bed?”
You shook your head, curling into his side with your eyes still closed.
“Wanna stay with you,” you yawned again, “n’ finish the movie.”
He let out an airy laugh.
“Here, lay down on my lap, then.”
His legs did serve as a much better pillow than his shoulder. You shuffled and settled into a more comfortable position with your head in his lap. A serene smile graced your lips while Osomatsu’s warm hand settled on your head. You couldn’t hold back a groan as he scratched and petted your scalp. He brushed back a few strands of unruly hair that had fallen over your face and combed his fingers through your locks. You could feel his digits massaging the back of your skull and tangling themselves in your hair as he watched the movie. The sounds of the intense battle taking place on screen faded to background noise, your fuzzy mind failing to focus on anything but Oso’s ministrations. It only took a few minutes for you to drift off.
You were only vaguely aware of the TV turning off at some point.
“Alright, here we go.” Osomatsu grunted before you felt your body moving. Your boyfriend carried you through the house, taking care not to bump you into the walls or furniture in the dark, and eventually placed you on your soft bed. He pulled the blankets over your form and gave you a small peck on your forehead.
“Night, babe.”
You managed to find your voice for just a moment and you mumbled a goodnight. The mattress shifted as Osomatsu joined you in bed, just seconds before you fell asleep once more.
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Osomatsu:
It had been a mistake.
You had left the bar with a coworker on your arm and a pleasant buzz in your skull. The two of you had made passes in your workplace from time to time, but now you were off the clock and very, very tipsy. The alcohol had given you just enough courage to finally make a move, and now you were stumbling back to your place while giggling like naughty children. Suddenly, he ushered you into a narrow alley between two buildings. You were pressed against the rough brick wall and your neck and shoulder were peppered with tiny kisses. It took your fuzzy mind a moment to catch up to what was going on. The alarm from your delayed realization was enough to sober you up a bit.
"Wait, wait, not here," you huffed, pushing your coworker back a few inches by his chest. He pouted playfully.
"Why not? It'll be fun."
"What if someone notices us?"
He chuckled quietly before leaning in slowly, pressing his lips to yours and slipping a hand under your waistband.
"If you're quiet enough, they won't."
Shit, that was all the convincing you needed. Tossing your concern to the wind, you let your own hand roam down to his ass. A tight squeeze drew a choked noise from him. You were about to giggle at the reaction before something warm and wet hit your stomach.
Your first thought was that he had puked on you. Your stomach churned, hoping that wasn’t the case. You looked down in trepidation to see a serrated blade protruding from his abdomen and blood beginning to spurt out around it.
Your heart leapt into your throat, effectively blocking the shriek that desperately wanted to escape. You choked on air, stumbling back against the wall as your already hazy vision grew dark around the edges. A hand entered your view, grabbed your partner's collar, and yanked him back into the shadows. He cried out in pain from somewhere you couldn't quite place in the dark. Meanwhile, you struggled to keep yourself conscious and were about to take off to find help before a soaked hand roughly grabbed your wrist. Your whole body cringed involuntarily. When you dared to look back, you were met with Osomatsu's casual smile. You had seen that same grin at least a hundred times, but something about it seemed far more sinister in that moment.
"Hey, hey, calm down." He spoke in a soothing tone, sliding his slick hand up and linking his fingers with yours. You tried to tug your hand free, but his grip was like iron. He kissed the shell of your ear and whispered a promise just loud enough for you to hear.
"It’s okay. He won't be a problem for us any more."
Karamatsu:
It didn't take long for you to fall for the second eldest Matsuno brother. His bold attitude and charming demeanor, amongst other endearing traits, swept you off your feet in no time. Others were outright disgusted by his over-the-top behavior, but it just made him even cuter to you. He tried so hard.
The only downside that you could find to this man was his jealousy. He was mostly the timid type- not one to cause any confrontation with you or the person he thought you were getting a bit too friendly with. Still, you could occasionally spot him glaring daggers at nearly anyone you spoke to, especially his brothers. You found it strange that as the two of you grew closer, the gap between yourself and the other five grew larger. You brushed it off as them losing interest once they realized they no longer had a chance.
One evening, you invited Karamatsu over to your place for a casual "movie night" date. He took longer than usual to reply, and his response was uncharacteristically short. When he showed up, however, nothing about him seemed off in the slightest. He wrapped you in a hug and showered you in flowery compliments and kisses as if he hadn't seen you in months. You excitedly popped in one of your favorite films and snuggled up in the blankets alongside Karamatsu.
About halfway through the movie, you dozed off. Your slumber was heavy enough that you slept entirely undisturbed until the next morning.
Where you awoke was not your bed.
Once your foggy mind reached full consciousness and you realized that your hands were tied to a post behind your back, panic set in immediately. After several minutes of fruitless struggling, you called out for help, unsure of how you had ended up in this situation. Your salvation came in the form of Karamatsu Matsuno.
Or so you thought.
He rushed over and crouched down, shushing you and wiping your tears with his sleeve. He then informed you that you couldn't alert his brothers of your presence, or else there would be consequences for everyone involved. He smiled warmly at the look of terror on your face before leaning in and leaving a trail of soft kisses down your neck.
"Hush now, my darling. I'll take good care of you."
His hand glided over the top of your thigh as he leaned back just enough to look at you again. His deep brown eyes met your own, and the softness within them no longer brought you any semblance of comfort.
"I'm the only one you'll ever need."
Choromatsu:
You never saw it coming.
Choromatsu was always the shy type, rarely one to initiate so much as a conversation. He was always polite to you and did his best to shield you from some of his brothers' less-than-desirable antics (namely Osomatsu's). He was pleasant to be around and once you grew closer, you realized that the two of you actually had some things in common. Once he realized how passionate you were about some of your interests, he finally allowed himself to relax a bit in your presence.
He was a total sleaze when it came to his precious idols, but you tried not to judge him for it. You had a few fantasies of your own, after all.
One day, he invited you to come see his new place. It was a tiny apartment not far from his original home, but he was certainly proud of it. You were genuinely happy for him. He made the two of you some hot green tea and you made small talk while the drinks cooled just enough to sip. When you asked where his family was, he informed you that they had visited the day prior, as he didn't want you having to deal with the chaos of all of his brothers in such a confined space. You smiled at the kind gesture and finally started to drink your tea. It filled you with a pleasant warmth. The two of you continued to talk as you usually did until the sun went down. As soon as the stars were beginning to dot the sky, you found yourself oddly tired. Upon seeing you yawn, Choromatsu invited you to stay the night while he slept on the couch. You reluctantly accepted the offer, slipped into one of his few comfortable shirts, and made your way to bed.
The next morning, you woke up to unfamiliar surroundings. It took you a moment to remember the previous night and the fact that you had not gone home. You sat up and stretched, but froze when you felt an odd weight on your shoulders. You got up and ran to the bathroom mirror, suddenly worried, to find a bulky metal contraption fastened around your neck like a collar. You fidgeted with the strange device for several minutes, but it refused to come undone. The only thing you got it to do was beep. It sounded like a warning, so you decided to leave it alone. Instead, you crept into the living room to see Choromatsu sitting on the couch, reading.
"Good morning."
You stared at him in confusion, wondering why he didn't even acknowledge the unwelcome device.
"Choro... What's going on?"
He closed his book with a smirk.
"I'm so glad you asked."
He stood and sauntered over to you, holding you in place by your shoulders as he admired your new accessory.
"This little gadget", he poked the collar, "is to make sure you don't step out of line. You will do as I say, when I say, and will never step out that door unless I allow it. If you fail to meet my expectations, well..."
He grabbed a small remote from a side table and pressed a green button. A jolt of electricity coursed through your body, forcing you down onto your knees. Sweat formed in a thin film on your skin while both hands tightly gripped the shock collar. You couldn’t tell if the tremors coursing through your body were from the electric current or from sheer terror. Choromatsu snickered at your wide-eyed expression and started undoing his belt.
"Let's start with your training, shall we?"
Ichimatsu:
The Matsuno sextuplets were no strangers to you.
Still, no matter how many times you visited them or vice versa, the fourth eldest, Ichimatsu, was always distant. You found after a while though that that was just his personality; he had no personal problem with you.
After a few weeks, gifts started arriving at your house. You were surprised to find that they had been sent from the Matsuno residence, and even more so that they came from Ichimatsu. Given their tendency to get into all sorts of mischief, you were somewhat afraid to open the first package. It sat in the foyer for about three days before curiosity got the best of you.
Yet another surprise- it was an adorable cat plushie you had pointed out during one of your shopping trips with the boys. Your heart swelled at the kind gesture. You hadn't pegged Ichimatsu as the type to do something to thoughtful.
The gifts kept coming. At least once a week, a box waited for you on your doorstep when you came home. You started to wonder why Ichimatsu wouldn't just give them to you in person, but you figured he was just too shy to do it, especially in front of all of his brothers. Eventually, you were able to thank him without any of said brothers overhearing. His face turned a shade of red that mimicked Osomatsu's favorite hoodie.
After a while, though, the presents got a little creepy. He would send you things you had seen while shopping by yourself or with other friends. You received items that you had wanted to buy offline but couldn't afford. The gesture was nice, but it felt very strange. You tried to brush it off, telling yourself that you must’ve mentioned the items during conversations or something. After a while, though, you also noticed that he seemed to be avoiding you. Had you done something to upset him? Was this all some sort of elaborate prank?
One cloudy evening, as expected, another box awaited your arrival on your welcome mat. This one, however, was haphazardly packed and appeared to only be held together by the massive amounts of tape he used. As you approached, an awful smell assaulted your nose. You looked around for the source, but couldn't spot anything unusual. You picked up the package and tore it open right there.
Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.
You violently retched and dropped the box. It landed on its side, and out rolled the bloody, severed head of your next-door neighbor.
"She was always staring at you."
You whirled around to see Ichimatsu standing at the bottom of your porch steps. He wore his hood up over his tangled black hair and a surgical mask over his face. You gaped at him in silence for a moment, unsure of what to believe or how to react.
"Do you like it?"
He stepped up towards you- slowly, as if you were a frightened feral cat that he was trying to befriend. You wanted to move- to run into your house, lock the door and grab your biggest knife- but your legs wouldn't budge. He removed a hand from his hoodie pocket, revealing dried blood stains on the skin. He ran his hand over your cheek as if he were petting one of his cats. The metallic smell and the horrid feeling against your face was nearly enough to make you faint.
"I only want the best for my beautiful kitten, after all."
Jyushimatsu:
It got tiring after a while.
Sure, Jyushimatsu was a total joy to be around, but he was impossible to keep up with. You belonged in the company of people like Ichimatsu, who sat around and played with cats most of the day. Still, it was hard to say no to such a bright, cute face. Besides, you could use the sunlight and exercise.
You panted and bent down to grab yet another baseball that Jyushimatsu had whacked across the field. Just as you did, a shadow blocked out the scorching sun. You looked up to see the concerned face of another male in a baseball uniform.
"Are you alright? You look really tired."
You slowly stood, ball in hand, to face the handsome player in front of you.
"I'm alright, thank you. I'm about to take a break, no need to worry!"
He nodded with a good-natured smile and jogged back over to his friends.
You returned to Jyushimatsu, who had pulled up his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his face.
"You tired too?"
He nodded, his trademark grin just a tad bit weaker than usual.
You waited while he cleaned up in the large restroom that doubled as a shower house. The three-person group from earlier entered as well, chatting amongst themselves. You sighed as sweat dampened your clothes, wondering how much longer you would have to wait.
Then you heard a scream.
Tossing modesty to the wind, you rushed into the bathroom to make sure everything was alright.
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in horror at the sight before you. Jyushimatsu, still fully dressed, stood panting over one of three bodies that lay on the floor. The man's face was entirely bludgeoned, leaving bits of bone and blood splattered across the once clean tile. Jyushimatsu dropped his bloody bat and glared up at you, no trace of a smile on his filthy face. You were too afraid to make a sound.
He walked over to you and wrapped you in a tight embrace. Such hugs usually gave you a strong sense of comfort, but in that moment you just wanted to run as far away as your legs would carry you.
"Wait just a little longer. I've gotta clean up now!" When he pulled back, his cheery grin had returned. Paired up with the scenery and his own appearance, that smile now looked like something straight out of your nightmares.
"Hah, I'm so glad you're here with me!"
Todomatsu:
Totty had planned a vacation.
You were absolutely thrilled, having never visited the tropical island he mentioned. When you asked how he came up with the money, he told you that he had managed to win the getaway online. It was rather flattering that he had chosen to invite you, since he had so many other friends that he could've picked.
You were about to burst from sheer excitement by the time you reached the airport. Your overpacked bags did little to slow you down when you rushed onto the plane, Todomatsu doing his best to keep up.
The island was unlike anything you had ever seen. The next week passed in a blur of lively music, delicious food and absurd amounts of fun. You almost lost track of time.
That is, until you ran out of clean clothes.
You were certain that you had packed more than enough for a week-long stay. When you mentioned this to Todomatsu, he simply offered to buy you new outfits. You ended up shopping, but it didn't take long to notice that he dodged your questions every time you asked him when the vacation was supposed to end. Granted, you were in no hurry to go back home, but Totty was acting strange.
When you arrived back at the small vacation house, your friend suggested that the two of you change and go out to dinner.
"Hold on. Totty, I didn't care that much before but you're acting weird. please just tell me when we're going home."
He turned to you with an innocent smile.
"We're not going home, silly."
Your blood ran cold.
He rolled his eyes and made his way over to you.
"Look, I'm giving you everything you could ever want! Why would you want to leave?"
You stared at him in disbelief, hoping that this was a nightmare brought on by the massive amounts of sugar you had eaten before bed the previous night. Todomatsu grew visibly agitated by your lack of response, turning his back to you with a scoff.
"Whatever. We're going out, so get ready. And I wouldn't suggest trying to run for help, either. That won't go over well for you."
A dangerous look flickered in his eyes when he turned back to see you still hadn't moved.
"Oh, what, you don't want to go?"
He started towards you again, grabbing something from the side pocket of his suitcase. Before you knew it, the tip of a knife blade was pointed directly at your eye.
"It sure would be tragic if something happened to you on this vacation. What do you think- shark attack? Drowning? Food poisoning, even? The possibilities are endless."
Tears pooled in your eyes as you shook your head. He continued to glower at you, but slowly lowered the knife.
"That's what I thought. Now get ready! We're going to have lots of fun tonight..."
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Osomatsu:
Osomatsu would not shut up whining. He had gone and blown yet more money he didn't have to begin with, and was now in the process of making it everybody else's problem. You could practically see that Choromatsu was ready to blow a fuse, and Ichimatsu was approximately three seconds away from incredible violence.With a heavy, exasperated sigh, you leaned over from your spot on the couch, grabbing the front of the eldest brother's hoodie. He continued to complain like a petulant child even as he allowed himself to be tugged up onto the sofa with you.He pouted, looking like a little boy about to burst into tears. It would actually be kind of cute, if you didn't know Osomatsu. With a playful roll of your eyes, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him an almost mocking pat on the back."There, there. It'll be okay."Osomatsu didn't even process the obvious condescension in your voice. For once in his life, he had no smart-ass comments to speak of. A blank expression of genuine shock graced his features.Though, it didn't take long for his surprise to morph into a palpable smugness, and his arms wrapped tightly around you. For all of his shitty ways, Osomatsu felt surprisingly... soft to hold.Of course he was focused on your warmth. Of course his brain was occupied by the feeling of your chest pressing against him through layers of clothing. But beneath that was an almost ever-present feeling of affection. He already knew he liked you a little more than he probably should, and after this, that feeling was only going to get more persistent.As if on instinct, his hands began to slide lower, one just barely slipping beneath your shirt to place his hand on your waist- out of the sight of the others in the room as they chatted away and acted as if they didn't all notice. The other slowly slid down past your belt line. He could practically feel the death stares, but he'd be damned if he let an opportunity like this pass him by!"Osomatsu, you touch my ass and I'll knock your teeth down your throat.""Understood."
Karamatsu:
It was painful. Though you suppose that was to be expected with Karamatsu.He prattled on and on in a tipsy stupor about the wonders of romance and affection, sounding like a man straight out of a cheesy romance film. He was so obviously trying to sound charming, but his dialogue was outright cringe-inducing.After about half an hour of listening to him and his brothers banter and bicker with one another, everybody was tired and sloshed and ready to head back home. The rest of the sextuplets either somehow handled their alcohol or leaned on one of the others for assistance. Kara, however, was struggling to stand on his own. Sad to see how often he helped his brothers just to be left behind in his time of need. With an expression stuck somewhere between pitying and annoyed, you hauled him onto his feet and draped one of his arms over your shoulder. Karamatsu may not be a behemoth by any stretch of the imagination, but he was still bigger than you. If he fell, you were both undoubtedly fucked.The two of you worked on getting out the front door, all while Kara was still slurring something under his breath. You could have sworn you heard him sniffle once or twice."What?" You asked, feeling a bit worried about his mumbling. Was he about to puke?"Y'think anybody could-- hic-- could love me?"
What a pathetic kicked puppy of a man.
You sighed, stopping in your tracks and letting him take a moment to collect himself in the fresh night air."You really are starved for affection, huh?"You laughed at your own question, but Karamatsu wasn't amused. He kept his head hung low, nodding.With a playful scoff, you grabbed his arm and slowly pulled him into an embrace, your arms around his torso and head against his shoulder. Slowly, uncertainly, you felt his strong arms return the gesture, enveloping you in his warmth.The affection of the moment immediately overwhelmed him, and he tightened his hold on you slightly. This was all he needed. He just needed to hold you.It wasn't long before he started crying.
Choromatsu:
It happened quickly, and it clearly wasn't anything you put too much thought behind.With your help, he had managed to score tickets to a concert. Hell, you couldn't even remember which idol or group it was for this time around. The two of you did this so often that it was getting difficult to keep track.With multiple devices between the pair of you, you had managed to win it for him, and he swore he could kiss you full on the lips if he weren't such a coward. But, when your arms wrapped around his back in a nearly spine-snapping embrace, his mind went completely blank. He was like a life-sized ragdoll as you rocked him back and forth, squealing about your success. His brain simply couldn't catch up.It was just a hug. You were just excited.
... Speaking of excited...
No. Absolutely not. He kept his hands off of you entirely, trying to let you have your moment without making it too apparent that he was half-hard just from hugging you. He swallowed thickly, throat bobbing as he tried not to overheat and pass out in your arms. Damn, he really had it bad, didn't he? In that moment all of his denial fizzled away, leaving complete and utter infatuation in its wake.He looked down, catching a glimpse of that unbridled joy and excitement in your eyes. All directed at him.Maybe kissing you wouldn't be such a bad idea...
Ichimatsu:
That night he was ready to bite your head off. It's cold, he had warned you, it's dark. Yet you insisted upon joining him, and now here you were, complaining- about the cold, and about the dark.Eventually, the two of you reached your destination. The alleyway was even darker than the street, and you had to hold onto Ichimatsu's jacket to keep from losing him while you searched your pockets for your phone.With the flashlight turned on, the two of you set to work. All it took was one can lid popping open for the alleycats to materialize from thin air. While Ichi had them distracted with food, you tossed your backpack onto the ground and started fishing out the blankets you'd brought to help keep the strays warm. You tucked them into every little hole and crevice that seemed like a cozy spot, then made your way back over to Ichimatsu with hands stuffed in your coat pockets. By this point you were visibly shivering as you waited for him to finish up. He stood, stuffing the now empty grocery bag into one of his pockets before turning to leave. Then he took a glance at you, his brows furrowing.You didn't even give him the chance."I'm just a little chilly. I'm fine."He looked at you for a long moment, then just huffed. "Come here."You were tugged into a particularly dark spot in the alley, right behind the wall of a building. He unzipped his coat, and before you could ask what he was doing, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms and the coat around you.You were shocked, but judging from his expression, he had just surprised the hell out of himself. While he mentally caught up to his own actions, you snickered and snuggled up close to him, sliding your arms around his torso and pressing your frigid palms to his clothed back. His heat radiated through the fabric, warming you right up for the time being.Ichimatsu had gone rigid the moment you returned the gesture, but it was clear from the tension in his arms that he had no intention of letting you go. He hoped you were warm, because he was on fire.After a few moments, he began to melt into your touch, leaning against you a bit and moving a hand to the back of your head. He stroked your hair like a cat, and it was difficult to discern if the action was intended to soothe you or himself.Regardless, neither of you wanted to go back home just yet.
Jyushimatsu:
Jyushimatsu sure loved personal space. Or rather, he loved your personal space, specifically.He initiated contact almost daily. Hand holding, quick hugs, or occasionally leaning against you. It was strange at first, but you quickly got used to it and even grew to enjoy the little touches.But one day, he was just so overjoyed that when he ran up to tell you what he'd achieved, you could barely even understand what he was saying. Before you could ask him to repeat himself, his arms had wrapped around you tight enough to knock the wind from your lungs. Again, nothing new per se.You tapped his arm, and as usual, he apologized and put you down. You smiled and took a breath, ready to ask him what he was saying before when you felt his arms wrap around your lower torso instead. Your eyes went wide for a split second before you were hefted up into the air, being spun around by Jyushi who was letting out the most adorable laugh you'd ever heard. His face was pressed up against your stomach, and he rubbed his face against you like an affectionate cat before finally setting you back on your feet with a surprising amount of care.You stumbled, feeling pretty dizzy, and felt the same strong pair of arms catch you. Jyushimatsu held you close, his smile sweet but his pupils slightly dilated.Perhaps you shouldn't think too hard about how easy it was for him to lift you like that.
Todomatsu:
Valentine's Day was fast approaching, not that you would've taken nearly as much notice without Totty griping about it every single day.For such a self-proclaimed socialite, he sure seemed to be having trouble getting himself a date for the occasion. You, being the amazing and perfect friend that you were, offered to go somewhere with him, if nothing else to have something to post on social media.It had started as a sort of half-baked joke, but before you knew it, the day had arrived. Totty planned a picturesque and perfectly Gram-worthy date that just so happened to fit a NEET's limited budget. The picnic was as pleasant as all the rest of your time hanging out with Todomatsu, but this time he seemed a bit more... vulnerable?He shifted closer to you on the soft blanket for a selfie that he could show off to his friends. To really sell it, you pressed against his side and wrapped your arms around his middle, smiling at the camera with your cheek practically smushed against his.He nearly dropped his phone, resulting in a blurry mess of a photo. Fine by him, because that meant you would have to hold onto him long enough to get another one. He readjusted his hold, and then...Oh, oops, you were blinking.Ah, no, he looks stupid in that one.It didn't take long to catch onto his little games, and after about ten perfectly acceptable pictures that he insisted weren't aesthetic or romantic enough to post, you craned your neck a bit to press a kiss to his cheek.He almost launched his cell phone into the pond.