'up You Get Then Pretty Girl.'

'up you get then pretty girl.'

Hanma says and hoists your legs over his hips from behind, two firm hands holding your ankles to his stomach as you slouch against him, head dropping to his shoulder to rest on.

You mumble and it's caught somewhere in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, wisps of his hair against your lips. 'mhm, I'm sorry, it wasn't even that much food but I just got so tired suddenly.' and he chuckles, a deep resounding vibration from the pit of his belly.

'Don't worry about it princess, I got you.' and he hunches slightly, so you can rest on his spine, eyelashes tickling his skin as he begins the final leg of your walk home. He hums, sways you side to side even as your arms tighten around his neck, the hot and thick heat of summer now giving way to a gentler breeze.

'Mhm, was nice though. The restaurant I mean, I liked it.'

'You did?'

'I did, yeah. So thanks for taking me.'

And you catch the reflection of a small and hidden smile in the glass window of a car as you pass it. 'Then I'm glad sweetheart.'

Your feet swing, in time to some rhythm- the easy footfall of his steps on the ground, crunch of gravel and broken tarmac that he tries to avoid in case it disturbs you somehow.

'sorry though, that you have to carry me like this.' You yawn, arms falling over his neck to his chest where your hands now find purchase on the swell of him.

'its all good pretty girl and besides what are the muscles for if not to carry my princess?'

You roll your eyes, playfully, and your lashes dance on his skin. 'Oh yes of course, how could I forget? How heroic.'

You pass the house with the big green lawn and the sunflowers, now turned inwards as the sky bleeds to a more muted blue and grey, shadows now melting on the cooler tarmac. And it feels nice, feels good, feels safe even, to be held with a warmth like a summers evening, to be held at all.

'Mhm has a nice ring to it don't you think sweetheart?'

'Huh? What does?'

And he shrugs, one shoulder coming up to brush your cheek as he does so, a mischievous and flirty twinkle in his eye as he winks at you. 'The princess and the hero.'

You flush immediately, your nose and lips finding a home in the crook of his neck as he laughs and pulls you tighter to him.

'God you're so embarrassing,' you say, with a warmth, a mirth. And your voice is like a breeze on a summer evening. Cool, and sweet, and so precious to him.

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New Part!!

Heyyy guys! Sorry for the inactivity, school has been a lot. I have just finished and published a new part for The Delinquent Next Door on my wattpad account. So feel free to go ahead and read! There will be more parts to come, but, as promised, here's a few crumbs from the next chapter, enjoy! (feel free to follow my wattpad for more! <333)

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Conflicts and Thunderstorms

"W-who is it?" you called out loud. 

There was no response, only the loud crackle of lightning and the harsh wind blowing. 

You quickly dash to the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan as a weapon (in case it was some sort of creep), and darting back to the front of the door.

Swallowing your fear, you crept toward the door, raising the frying pan you had retrieved in one hand, while the other hand slowly unlocked the door and gently grasped the door handle. 

You breathed in a shaky breath: 1...2...3!

Swinging the door open, you grasp the pan with two hands ready to swing at the imagined creep knocking at your door, until you stop yourself at the sight of an all-too familiar person. 

There was Hanma, slumped against the rails of the apartment floor, soaking wet, covered in bruises and what seemed to be his blood. He struggles to lift his head, which slowly revealed his battered face that was littered with cuts and black-and-blue bruises. 

"What..." he gasped, "w-what took you so damn long to...open the...door..!" he choked out.

You were stunned, eyes wide as you could feel all of your fears and adrenaline fade as your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach at the sight. Your mind went blank along with the rest of your senses. For a split second you didn't seem to notice the cold wind harshly whipping against your body, or the feeling of rain swiping across your face. The one thing you were aware of was getting Hanma inside.

nanami loves watching you do your nails. of course, he’s offered to pay for your nail salon visits but you decline; your at home manicures are a fun hobby and you have full control of what colours and designs get painted onto your nails.

so instead, he funds your little hobby.

you never have to worry about being short of polish, nail tips, glue or charms. he’s even learned how to do your nails the way you prefer and offers to paint your dominant hand.

you have materials at his apartment and he’ll often come home to you at the living room coffee table, hunched over and gluing down clear heart decals and bows.

you show him your hand. “look, i tried using acetone to blend the nail extension and cuticle.”

kento inspects it, gingerly holding your hand. he nods, “it blends in nicely, my love.”

he reaches into his pocket, setting down a new bottle of polish on the table—specifically, the one you’ve been eying for a few weeks.

“kento!” you smile, “you didn’t have to.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. “i wanted to.”

Kaku: *gently taps table*

Jabra: *taps back*

Fukuro: What are they doing?

Lucci: Morse code

Kaku: *aggressively taps table*

Jabra: *slams hand down on the table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

hello luvs! I know it has been a while but I am back after a much needed break. I would like to start off by saying thank you so much for the appreciation you have all shown to my posts, you all are so amazing ❤️

Also, I would like to apologize for being inactive for so long without any notice or announcement. Things were getting a bit overwhelming with school and I had decided to take a break from writing. However, after taking a much needed break I am happy to say that I will be back to writing starting today!

I will start off with fulfilling all requests sitting in my mail (I will also continuing taking requests in the future)

As for my mini series The Delinquent Next Door I will be continuing it on Wattpad, which is available on my profile with a link or you can click here. Updates will be posted on there and notifications of updates will be posted here so stay posted!

Other mini series I will work on will most likely be posted on Wattpad as well but I will include small samples on here.

I look forward to writing on here again!

The Night of Color and Wishes

Hey guys! It's been a while, but I hope you all are doing well! Go check out my new chapter of The Delinquent Next Door called "The Night of Color and Wishes"!

After the sudden bomb-drop of a confession, Hanma continues to lead y/n down the fluorescent town of Kabukicho to a...shrine??? What once was a night out in town soon became a night of reflection and secret wishes, will love ignite between the two?

Preview:

"It doesn't have to have meaning, it can be anything. Don't think about the impacts it will have or whether it will come true or not."

"Then what's the whole point in wishing at all?" I asked out loud in thought.

"There is none, and that's what makes it fun. It's the mystery behind it. Will it come true? Or is it all for naught?"

You glance at him, this time skeptically, with raised brows, in which he responds with a childish giggle.

"You'll never know unless you try!" he encouraged with his one-of-a-kind bright smile.

You sighed in defeat as you picked up your pen and flipped over the paper on its other side.

Hanma quickly shifts and turns to the opposite side so as to not face you.

You scoffed, "It's not that serious Shu'."

"Shu?" he asks.

Heat rises to your face like a boiling pot of water.

"I-I mean–"

"I like it." he cuts off, a hint of genuinity laced in his playful tone. "And it is that serious, now write it down before you forget the wish."

"Don't rush me!" you scowl, gently poking his back with your pen, which he playfully howls in response.

Closing your eyes, you clear your mind from any and all thoughts. You stay like that for a while until you finally open them and write down the first thing that pops to mind. Once your done, you quickly set your pen aside and hurriedly plaster your piece of paper on the same side of the shrine next Hanma's piece.

You let out a quivering breath, as if your life had just been put on the line. Maybe it has in a way. You wouldn't know unless the future revealed it at some point.

"You ready?" Hanma asks from behind.

You turn around and smile.

Once the both of you had sealed your wishes with thanks, both of you made it down the shrine hand in hand.

When the both of you made it to the bottom, you tugged Hanma's hand, prompting him to stop.

"Hm? What is it?" he asked.

To be continued...

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