Ichimatsu - Patch You Up With Kisses

Ichimatsu - Patch You Up With Kisses

A few soft knocks on your front door alerted you from the living room. You stood up with a stretch, ignoring the slight dizzying head-rush as you made your way over.

You smiled immediately at the sight of your boyfriend, who stood with one hand in his pocket and the other over the side of his neck. You tugged him inside, greeting him with a gentle kiss.

"This is a nice surprise," you started, leading him inside to settle on the couch. "Planning to stay over again?"

"Why not.." Ichimatsu mumbled, leaning heavily into the cushions behind him. His hand still hadn't left his neck, making you curious.

Carefully, you began crawling over onto his lap, surprising him as you pressed your knees into his hips and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He hummed, pressing back into you, his own hands coming to rest on your waist.

You smirked into the kiss as he took the bait, slowly trailing your lips down to his neck before moving away. You gripped his chin, making sure he wouldn't be able to move back as you examined his skin.

He had been trying to cover a patch of small scratches, each mark leaving his skin red and burning. However, it didn't appear to have broken the skin.

"Did a stray cat do this?" You asked, brushing a finger gingerly around the wound. Ichimatsu flinched at the touch, nodding.

"It was a kitten. I think I scared it on accident, but it's fine," he tried to remove his head from your grasp. "It doesn't hurt or anything. Trash like me probably deserved it."

You raised a brow down at him.

"Again with the 'trash-talk?'" You sighed, placing another chaste kiss to his lips. "Just for that, I'm gonna have to treat this. Stay here." You left the red faced Matsuno on your couch as you got up and headed into the kitchen, rummaging through your cupboards until you found your small first aid kit.

Upon returning, you smirked at his cherry-red face, his eyes staring hard at the floor with his knees tucked to his chest. You refrained from teasing him any further, knowing he would most likely end up running away like the stray cat he appeared to be. You seated yourself beside him, gently cupping his warm cheek and turning him to you. His lip was trembling slightly as your brushed your thumb lightly over the skin.

You began busying yourself with disinfecting the scratches and placing a band-aid over it, covering the red markings. All the while, Ichimatsu stayed silent, wincing slightly at the pain but keeping his eyes focused on you this time, tracing over the curve of your brow, your bright eyes, your enticing lips, the plumpness of your cheeks. His fingers trembled, aching to hold you, yet he kept them clutched against his hoodie.

Once you were done, you smiled, satisfied.

"All done! See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Ichimatsu said nothing, seemingly in a trance as he continued to gaze at you. You raised a brow, then rested your hands over his, making him jerk in surprise. "Good boys deserve a reward though, don't you think?"

You leaned closer, your lips barely brushing over his own, and paused. Half-lidded eyes glanced towards his, waiting for him to make a move. "Take it," you whispered. You both sighed in relief as he quickly pressed against you, lips fitting together oh-so perfectly. He slowly moved against you, taking his time to savour the moment.  His hands finally pressed against your sides, grasping desperately at your clothing to try and hold you close to him.

You brought a hand up to his hair, scratching soft, small circles onto his scalp, just the way you knew he liked it. He broke away with a whine, resting his head into the crook of your neck, shaking all over. His flustered reaction made you giggle as you eased back into the sofa, allowing him to use you as a cushion. He hugged you tightly, not planning on moving anytime soon, but you didn't mind. You held him just as tight, pressing small kisses on his crown.

Karamatsu - My Love For You

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Your hums filled the room, echoing pleasantly throughout the large hallways. You ran your hairbrush through your softened locks once more before setting it down onto the dressing table.

As you began applying cream to your hands and face, you heard another voice join in with your song, deep and baritone, fitting perfectly into the melody. You smiled at the figure through the mirror, watching as it made its way closer to you before wrapping its arms around your waist, leaning down to rest its head on your shoulder.

"My love. You look as beautiful as ever."

"Even when I'm just getting ready to sleep, Karamatsu?" You giggled, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Even then, you look as stunning as a rose, my [Y/N]."

Your cheeks tinted a light pink at his compliments, averting your eyes away from his smug smirk. Even after being married to him for so long, you would never get used to his constant shower of praises and words of caring love. You would have never known how a man neck deep in the business of the Yakuza had such a gentle soul, soft enough to love a simple girl such as yourself.

You felt his left hand lace itself with yours, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on the top of your wedding ring. You returned the action before standing up, allowing him to bring you over to the bed you shared. He moved away the bedsheets, waiting for you to lay down comfortably before reaching over to tuck you in, turning the lights off shortly afterwards.

The room fell dark, a light glow of the moon shining through the large curtains behind you, lining Karamatsu's face with pale hues of blues and greys. You could faintly see his large brown eyes wander the features of your face, following the curve of your cheeks to the bow of your lips.

He couldn't help but lift a hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently, running his thumb over your skin. You reached your own arms out to clutch the front of his night shirt, pulling yourself closer to him, legs tangling together beneath you.

He leaned down slightly to place a long, loving kiss on your lips, sighing with relief as he was finally able to love you wholly after being kept away from you for so long. You melted into his touch, clinging to him as you kissed him desperately, hoping every drop of emotion you felt for him was conveyed in your actions.

Slowly, you both parted, staying close to each other as you gazed deep into each other's eyes, searching your souls together.

"To be able to call you my wife..." Karamatsu whispered, "Makes me the luckiest man in the world, despite my hands being tainted by the life of a Yakuza. You are my angel in disguise. My beautiful [Y/N]..."

Your heart skipped in your chest, beating rapidly as it became full with pure joy.

"I should be saying that about you, Karamatsu," you rested your chin on his head, running your fingers through his locks once more. "You saved my life when I first met you. Even if you are a man of the mafia, you still have a heart of gold. That's why I fell in love with you. And now, we're here. Together."

You kissed the top of his head as he buried his face into your chest, a slight dampness forming on your clothing.

"I love you, Karamatsu."

"I love you more, [Y/N]."

Karamatsu - Lycoris Radiata

𝘠𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘪!𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Dim. Yet warm. You figured that's how a forest would be during the summer.

With that thought in mind, however, it didn't help you whatsoever with finding the path you were supposed to be walking along. Of course you would lose track of where you were meant to be walking; wandering minds and feet aren't exactly a good pair.

Glancing upward through the mess of tree branches and leaves, you could just about make out the glimmer of stars above you. Looks like you missed dinner. Again. Was it really so hard for you to go for a relaxing walk in the woodlands?

Sighing, you rubbed your upper thighs. Sore. The blood pumping through them felt weird against the fabric of your trousers, thumping uncomfortably against your fingers. Tingling. Just... weird.

Tree trunks stood by attentively, waiting patiently for your tired figure to curl up against its' bark. And you did just that, groaning as you stretched out your arms and legs. Your arms fell with a thud to your sides, fingers absentmindedly caressing the cool grass beneath you.

...Now what? Were you just going to sit there for the rest of the night? A ridiculous idea, surely. However, it was the only thing you could do. It's not like you knew if anyone was nearby to help you get home and, even then, you didn't think you could just trust anyone you would meet in the middle of the woods at night.

Another sigh. You're good at those, aren't you? You tried to take a look at your surroundings, only to see the dark figures of trees and bushes (at least, you hoped they were bushes). Dark blues and greens, hues of black, absences of colour.

A flash of red. A stark contrast to the deep colours around you. A beautiful flower, you saw. Its' crimson petals clustered together in the centre, with numerous similar coloured stems curling upwards, swaying and dancing with the wind.

"A Spider Lily, huh?" you muttered. You reached out and grazed the tips of your finger against it, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You shouldn't bloom here, all alone like this..."

Your mind briefly wandered back to a conversation you had had with a friend at some point throughout the week. Being the flower enthusiast she was, you always allowed yourself to become subject to her seemingly endless rants about flowers, plants, herbs - anything that she had knowledge about. You remembered what she had said about these richly coloured beauties.

'If you see someone that you may never meet again, these flowers will bloom along the path.'

It sounded like a beautiful but tragic piece of poetry. You began to wonder where the myth had even come from. When was it first spoken? Was it based on true events? Was it really such a bad thing, not meeting someone again?

You knew, from experience, that letting people leave your everyday life was actually beneficial for yourself. Although it took you a number of years to realise it, you found that the kinds of people you attracted were a lot worse than they appeared to be. Deep down, they were monsters. Horrible people, who have the audacity to call themselves human.

Of course it was painful, but only at first. Now, it didn't bother you much anymore. Your soul felt lighter, if anything, indicating that you were getting better, not worse.

Releasing the flower from your ghost of a grasp, you leaned your head back, closing your eyes. That was enough for today. It was time to rest for a while. Breathing in, and out, slowly, ever so slowly, a feeling of slumber crept its way into your body.

Relaxing your tense muscles, you released a long, heavy breath. Sleep.

"It's dangerous to sleep out here, my dove."

"WHA-!!"

An unholy shriek escaped from your throat suddenly, and you pushed your body away from the tree you were leaning against, crawling rapidly across the ground. Whipping your body around, your wide eyes landed on the lantern that outlined the shadowy figure, who stood just behind where you were previously sitting.

"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, angel!"

The deep, husky voice that whispered into your ear became slightly higher pitched and frantic. You saw the figure step forward, causing you to flinch.

"Ah, do not worry, princess. I won't harm you..."

"That's what they all say!" you blurted out. A short silence followed before you asked:

"Who.. Who are you?"

The figure stepped forward, raising its' lantern to reveal itself.

It was... a man. Yet he wasn't human. His skin was pale, eyes surrounded by red markings. On top of his brown hair was a pair of glowing blue horns, which seemed to flow like fire. his clothing seemed old fashioned, covering his slightly built figure in dark robes of satin and ribbons. The lantern that he held also emitted the same coloured light as his horns, flickering before you.

"You may call me Karamatsu, my dear," he bowed slightly, a cat-like grin crossing his features. "I am but a humble spirit who spotted a wandering soul, lost and alone in a forest that humans should be cautious with. Perhaps some guidance is in your best interest?"

"I, uhm... You're not.. human?" A deep chuckle sounded, sending a shiver up your spine. It was echoey. As if, even though he was standing right in front of you, he was still so far away.

"I'm afraid not, flower. I am an Aoandon. But do not be afraid, I am not here to hurt you. I would only be a guilty guy if I were to leave such a beautiful woman alone in the woods, where anything could happen."

He reached out a partially gloved hand to your figure, still on the ground.

"Please, allow my light to guide you home."

You were sure that if you could see the words he spoke, they would be surrounded by flowers and sparkles. You never knew a man - or anyone, for that matter - to speak in such an overzealous manner.

However, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It didn't make you feel uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, actually. You guessed that's why you reached up and grasped his unnaturally cold hands, allowing him to pull you upwards in a swift motion. He grinned softly down at you, making you realise just how short you were compared to him.

"May I ask for your name, love? Or would you prefer the names I give you?" he winked. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, in fear that he would actually hurt you if you got on the wrong foot. So he was a gentleman and a flirt? What an odd combination.

"[Y/N]..." you decided to not answer his second question. It was probably for the best.

"[Y/N]. A wonderful name! As gorgeous as the stars above! I am certain that they aligned to create a bridge just for us to meet on this special night!" Karamatsu's hands were waving around in wild, extravagant gestures. He looked ridiculous. What a strange character.

"I- .. Sure.."

For most of the journey, you listened to this... spirit, ramble nonsense about the scenery around you, or about your features that he found endearing. There were times where he would deliberately lower his voice into something he thought was sultry and enticing, peering into your eyes with a smouldering stare. You didn't mind the dip in his voice at all, not a single bit. It was just the way that the poor man was clearly trying too hard to make you fall for him.

'He clearly has never been successful with any woman before... How cute!'

You couldn't help yourself. You had just met him, and you already wanted to know more about him. Was that weird? Probably. Maybe it was the touch-starved part of yourself that was talking, longing to be held in someone's arms after being neglected by so many for so long.

"Watch your step here, my dear." His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, peering up at him to see this a pale hand was held out to assist you. You gladly took hold of it, fingers grasping his colder ones. Even as he helped you over a few jagged rocks in your path, you weren't willing to let go just yet. Although his skin was cold, his touch felt inviting and comforting.

You didn't want to let go yet.

And it seemed that Karamatsu was overjoyed by this, his eye glistening with a kind of happiness that you had never seen a human hold before.

"A-Are you afraid, sweetheart? There is nothing to fear, not as long as I am here by your side! However, if you wish to hold me tightly, I will never object you!" The slight tremor of nervousness in his words sounded so endearing to you.

"Good, because I wasn't planning to let go just yet."

You had never seen a human wear such a broad and satisfied smile, either. It was contagious, causing you to smile timidly up at him in return.

Eventually, though, your midnight stroll had to come to an end for the both of you. Karamatsu had led you to the beginning of the trail where, just a little further ways down, was a bus stop for you to get home.

"We have arrived, my angel."

"Ah... right," you mumbled, slight disappointment seeping through your tone. Karamatsu chuckled, his cat-like grin widening slightly.

"What is this? Is my fair maiden unwilling to let me go?"

"Something like that..." you mumbled, keeping your face directed towards the ground as you released your hold from his arm. Karamatsu's cheeks bloomed pink, a shade darker under the moonlight.

"A-Ah! Well," luckily, he was able to snap out of his surprised stupor, "Do not be so sullen, my moonbeam!"

'Moonbeam?'

"I'm sure the stars will align once again to reunite us as we journey through our lives together, and one day... One day, maybe..."

His bold tone suddenly simmered down to a gentle murmur, almost lost to the breeze if you weren't standing so close to him. A gentle smile was on his face now, his eyes glazed over in reminiscence of something akin to a far away daydream.

"I hope, one day, our paths cross again, my love."

His cold fingers caressed your own, lifting them up to press a chaste kiss onto your knuckles. It may have been brief, but the cold touch burned itself into your skin, lasting as he slowly, reluctantly, pulled away.

"Have a safe journey home, angel!" He grinned, saluting quickly before turning away, holding his flickering lantern before him to lead his way back into the forest he called his home.

You had no words left in you. They had all been snatched away by his comforting words and soft touches. His kind eyes, his dazzling smile. His glowing aura that led you through the darkness around you.

Ah, but good things never last long for you. You had to leave before you missed the next bus. You had leave this lonely, broken soul behind. Just like how he had no choice but to leave yours.

Turning away, you caught a glimpse of red from the corner of your eyes.

A trail of red spider lilies. Standing tall and blooming where he once stood a moment ago.

'Please... Meet me here again. One day.'

Karamatsu - Special Treatment

Karamatsu hummed patiently, fingers tapping against the wood of the bench he sat on. His hidden gaze wandered around the park, searching for the one person that made his heart race.

Soon enough, he spotted you walking up to him, a wide smile on your face as you were being pulled along by your dog.

...Dog?

"Hey, Karamatsu! I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" You greeted him as you attempted to slow yourself down, your leg gently bumping into the bench. You sat down with a sigh, only to groan as your dog jumped onto your lap.

"Riko, stop! You're so heavy..!" The dog only barked happily, its tail wagging as it continued to paw at your clothes. You noticed Karamatsu staring wide eyed beside you, not saying anything.

"Kara..? Are you okay?" You did your best to face him with the heavy weight on your lower body. "I hope it's alright that I brought her along, I couldn't find anyone to look after her while we're out," you explained.

Karamatsu snapped out of his surprised stupor, instantly moving to kneel down next to your dog, striking one his cool poses.

"Heh!" His sunglasses were now on his face. "It is no trouble at all, my dear! In fact, I had no knowledge of you having such a beautiful companion!" Riko turned to your boyfriend, barking louder at the praise as she nuzzled into him next, causing Karamatsu to laugh softly.

"I didn't tell you?" You tilted your head. "I'm sure I showed you pictures... I guess I forgot, sorry!"

"No worries, darling. At least I can meet her now- oof!" He was cut off by Riko jumping suddenly into his arms, licking his cheeks vigorously.

"Riko!" You gasped, only to chuckle as Karamatsu began giggling, his cheeks red from the attention of such a cute animal. He continued to give your dog rubs and scratches around its ears and back, switching to her belly as she rolled over for him.

You watched from the sidelines, head resting in your palm. It was cute. You even took a few pictures. But it had been fifteen minutes, and Karamatsu had barely given you any attention.

...You scoffed internally. You were getting jealous over your own dog. Had you really become this petty?

Abruptly, you stood up from your seat, standing over the two on the ground, hands on your hips. It took a moment for Karamatsu to notice you were there as he stared up at you with a child-like giddiness in his eyes.

"Aren't we going for a date?" You asked with a pout, averting your gaze as he raised a brow. He smirked, standing up and resting his hands gently on your hips, leaning in close to your ear.

"Maybe I should stay here just to see how jealous my love can get," he teased, chuckling at your flushed cheeks. Leaning away, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. It seems that I have kept my princess waiting long enough." He held his arm out for you to take. "Shall we?"

You wrapped your arm around his bicep, blushing as he placed another gentle kiss on your cheek. Riko bounced around your legs, barking joyously as she finally was able to run around freely as you began making your way to your destination.

You secretly hoped that you would get more special treatment from Karamatsu's loving words and soft touches.

✧ Choromatsu - Sweet Stimulation

Sweet Villain!Choromatsu X Reader

People always told you that getting too close to any super villain was never a good thing. They would only use you to reach their own twisted goals, resulting in you being thrown away like some kind of doll by the end of it.

Yet, despite the warnings constantly being thrown around, you had still ended up here. Laying on the bed of one of the biggest super villains in the city. Arms tied above your head, legs spread wide open, body bare and exposed.

Mr Day, although you knew him as Choromatsu, stood by the end of the bed, grinning widely as he eyed your panting form up and down. Licking his lips, he glanced down at his handiwork, watching as your orgasm leaked heavily onto the sheets below.

"You're already dripping, babe..." he chuckled lowly. You bit your lip as you heard his belt unbuckle and clatter somewhere on the ground. The bed dipped on either side of your hips as he began to crawl over your body, his blue locks brushing the side of your face.

"Choromatsu..." you called out his name sweetly, softly, causing him to chuckle, the rumble running through his chest. You whined as his calloused hands began to fondle with your breasts roughly, the cold metal of his rings leaving goosebumps across your skin.

"Such a good girl, calling my name like that," he muttered. "Tell me what you want, baby girl."

Your body began to heat up once more as his hard cock teased your already soaked entrance. You gasped as he pulled at one of your perked nipples, hands struggling against their bounds as you wanted to touch him so badly.

"Please, Choro... Please, I-I need you.." Your whimpering wasn't enough for him.

"Need me for what? You're gonna have to be a little more specific." He grinned toothily down at you, moving in to suck and bite at your neck, all the while lightly grinding into you. Your whines and breathy moans spurred him on, but he couldn't give in just yet.

"I... I need you inside me. P-Please..!" Your eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. Even though he made you beg every time, you still hadn't gotten used to it. Although you figured you should soon, since there wasn't any other way you could get him to fill you up as well as he did.

"See, now? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He whispered against your ear, the buzz of his voice making you squirm hotly. Moving away, he sat between your legs, his fingers holding a tight grip against your thighs as he spread them further apart. He ran a finger over your still sensitive clit, revelling in the noises you made.

"I'm gonna fill you up so good, darling. That's what you want, right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he pushed the tip of his cock into you, sliding in further with no hesitation until his balls pressed against you. The walls of your pussy tightened instantly around his length, fitting around him so nicely.

Choromatsu began moving his hips at a fast pace, his nails digging into your skin as he drilled into you. The room echoed with the sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin.

He watched with half lidded eyes as your breasts bounced with each hard thrust, how your tongue almost lolled out of your mouth from the immense waves of pleasure running through your body. You could only say his name over and over, calling him and begging for more.

Your second orgasm crashed down on you, the walls of your pussy clenching around his length desperately as you rolled your hips with his. However, Choromatsu was nowhere near done as he continued to pound into you.

He groaned at the face you were making; tears rolling down your cheeks from overstimulation, sweat glistening across your skin, your lips red and swollen from the heavy makeout session earlier. You looked so good, so hot, tied up underneath him, writhing with pleasure.

However, the villain had always wanted more. He reached over and swiftly undid your restraints, your arms falling lazily beside your head. Still inside of you, he took a hold of you and pulled you upwards, sitting yourself on his lap as he pushed further into you, hitting your sweet spot.

You could only hold onto him tightly, scratching at his back for something to hold as he stretched your walls, muttering dirty lines to you with a wolffish smirk. You came over and over again, until he finally released his cum into you, his thick, warm seed coating your walls.

You were panting harshly as you felt him lay you back down on the satin sheets, mewling as he slowly pulled himself out of you. He sighed with satisfaction as his cum began to drip out of you, the thick substance coating your entrance and inner thighs in a soft sheen.

That was his doing. He did that to you. No one else could ever make you feel so full, no one else could ever make you experience something like this.

Glancing back up at you, he noticed you had fallen asleep, your soft breaths allowing your chest to rise and fall with an easy rhythm.

"Guess I'll have to clean this up," Choromatsu murmured to himself, climbing back off of the bed.

He then pulled your body towards him, placing his mouth over your core, your sleeping figure shuddering. You tasted too good, and he didn't want to waste this.

Osomatsu - Something Eternal

𝘡𝘦𝘶𝘴!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You were a weak, little thing. He knew that just by looking at you.

Your hollowed face, faded bruises on your neck barely covered over by your strands of hair, the small glimpses of white bandages wrapped around your wrists and arms that only showed when the wind pushed at your sleeves - it was enough for him to know.

He scoffed down at you, glaring as you seated yourself at that same cliff edge, legs dangling above the waves crashing below. Humans. They were all so puny, unable to at least protect themselves from the most feeble of punches. He was a man who knew war, who had been through his own fair share of brawls and battles, where his skin was left torn and his body battered into unspeakable pain. But he still stood tall, controlling the clouds that rolled over the Earth and sending down the rain and thunder like he was made to do.

And you? You couldn't do anything. You sat at that same cliff edge for hours everyday, and it was only when the sun had sunken below the horizon and you saw the moon hanging high in the sky that you would finally get up and stumble your way back to wherever you came from. You didn't eat, you didn't speak, and although there was such a saddened look on your face (that made him angry beyond belief) you didn't cry. He had never seen you cry.

You cared not when his annoyance summoned years worth of rain to fall for hours on end. It would only get worse when you wouldn't react. Even when you were shivering so violently, you still wouldn't do anything.

You were one of the most frustrating humans he had seen in a long time.

He was a fool for ever interacting with you.

He didn't know what pushed him to speak to you, but he knew it was a mistake the minute your eyes locked onto his approaching figure. Nevertheless, he continued to saunter towards you, a hand placed into the pocket of the red jacket he had decided to wear. The sun gradually peeked its way out from behind the clouds, and he thought to keep it that way just for a little bit longer.

"I always see you coming up to this particular cliff," he started. You watched him curiously, eyeing the small distance between the both of you as he stopped to face the ocean view. The sight reminded him of his brother; maybe he should pay him a nice visit sometime soon, for old times sake.

"It's.. a wonderful view, right?" he reluctantly spat out, though the notion went unnoticed by you. You followed his gaze, a timid smile gracing your lips.

"It is."

The short sound of your voice had him caught for a split moment. He didn't think it would be so...

He clenched his jaw, fist tightening in his pocket. As if he would ever think that of about a human.

"So, why do you come up here?"

The question made you lower your eyes to your feet. There was still a lot of mud caked onto the soles of your very worn out trainers. You had to remember to clean those off before you got home.

"I'm Osomatsu, by the way." He continued, deep down uncaring for your silence, the fake name he had placed on himself for eons rolling off of his tongue with ease. You blinked. You didn't understand the point of his introduction at the time. It wasn't like you were going to see him again, which was why you had refrained from giving out your own name.

"How did you know I come up here?" he could barely hear you over the sound of the waves, making him sit down on the rocky edge with a huff.

"Like I said, I see you all the time."

"..From where—?"

"Why do you come up here?" the question was forced onto you once again. You flinched at his demanding tone, the smile on his face suddenly becoming... unnerving for you. You had seen faces like that before. You had heard tones like that before. You knew better.

"I just... It's a nice place for when you want a breather, right?" you smiled awkwardly. It was an obvious lie.

"You must need very long breaks then," Osomatsu commented, leaning back on his hands. "I mean, you're here for hours. Everyday."

...How did he know this? Where had he been watching you from? How long for? You were starting to feel sick. Very sick. The befuddled expression made the man laugh aloud. You were too easy to mess with.

"I-I.. need to go.." you swiftly stood up, tucking your arms around yourself in a weak attempt at shielding yourself. "It was nice meeting you.."

"You too!" he called after you, his voice carrying in the breeze. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

You bit your lip. As if you were coming here again. Not after that. Sad tears welled in your eyes. You would have to look for another hideaway now.

——

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't go back to you ever again. That experience was worse than he thought it would be.

But there you were again. Why did you come back? What was wrong with you?

And what was wrong with him? He was stood in front of you now, a blank look on his face as he came to realise his actions. You were stood in a mix of shock and nervousness, unable to understand why your feet had carried you here to this same spot.

"You're back." He stated.

"...I guess so.." you cringed at your sore voice. You had forgotten to drink some water before you left the house, but you were in a hurry.

You watched as Osomatsu sat down on on the rocky ground, patting the spot beside him after you had stood there aloof. Your movement was hesitant, but you did as he asked. Clouds had begun to accumulate above, a swirling mass of pale grey. It was going to rain soon. You chewed at your inner cheek — you really needed to save up more money to buy a new coat.

"What happened there?" you jolted at the sudden brush against your arm. You quickly pulled your sleeve down over your exposed bandages, clutching the material against your inner palm and fingers. He regarded you with a bored look. He wasn't stupid. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"I fell over."

"You... fell."

"...Yes."

"Okay.." he sighed heavily, running a hand through his brown locks from front to back in exasperation. You were ridiculous. How was anyone supposed to believe that?

"Is that what you tell everyone who asks?"

"Well.. Yeah, because it's true—"

"It's not, but I guess anyone will believe anything nowadays."

Your heart was thumping really hard. What was this man talking about? What was he trying to say? Did he know? He couldn't know. He wasn't supposed to know. If he knew, then it would just get worse, right? That's why you weren't allowed to say anything. No one was supposed to know.

"...You don't know anything about me." You murmured lowly, turning away to stare out into the sea.

"I know enough about you just by looking. You're weak."

There was a small, pregnant pause as you clenched yourself jaw.

"I don't need a stranger to tell me something I already know."

"Then do something about it." The response was quick, as if he was ready to throw the words at you. You watched as he stood up, hands shoved into his pockets as he glared down at you. The sky had darkened, ashen grey clouds now hanging above you as the wind suddenly grew harsher.

"Honestly. You humans are so idiotic.." humans..? You frowned. "The solution is a simple and easy one, yet you choose to ignore it out of fear. No wonder you're so easily controlled."

A flash covered your vision in a blinding white, the sound of thunder following shortly after, sounding not too far away from you. The man didn't seem to be scared at all. He just seemed angry. With you.

——

That man was infuriating you. After he had said those words to you the previous day, he just left you there to sit alone under the sudden storm that kicked up. He was rude, mean, creepy; you shouldn't have gone back there yesterday.

However, as the tears rolled down your cheeks in the dozens, the pain blossoming further in your side, the more your realised how pathetic you were. It seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from going back.

The cliff side looked different at night. The grass was almost black. The sea looked deeper and darker than ever before. A white orb replaced the sun, less luminescent but more serene, a beauty you could gaze at for hours on end.

You practically collapsed to the ground once you neared your usual spot, your hands flying to the swelling pain near your ribs. Your hands shook as you clutched at your shirt, unsure of what to do now. It hurt so much, you just wanted the pain to go away.

There was the faint sound of footsteps behind you wading through the grass, and you quickly whipped around to see a familiar silhouette, his features seeming to glow under the moonlight.

You both eyed each other with wariness, as well as confusion. Why were you both here at this hour?

Osomatsu switched his gaze from your eyes to your hands with a quirked brow. He took large, slow strides towards you, sat beside you, and took hold of your wrists.

"H-Hey..! Let go of me!" You squirmed, attempting to yank your hands out of his grip. But he seemed immovable, staring at you with half-lidded, bored eyes as he barely moved an inch.

"Stop moving. I'm not going to do anything." Although he easily could, he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. He pried your hands away from where they were pressed against your left side, not seeing any blood.

You began whimpering, crying harder as you felt his fingers prod against your side, ghosting over the large boot-like bruise that had imprinted itself into your skin. You didn't believe this man wasn't going to hurt you. But how could you fight him off?

The pain disappeared.

...You blinked.

The pain... disappeared?

You brought your eyes down to where Osomatsu's palm was now flat against your side, and all you could feel was the pressure and warmth of his skin through your clothing. No pain. It was as if it were never there.

"What... What did you do..?" You breathed, tears still running down your cheeks.

"Nothing." He moved away from you, rubbing a finger under his nose as he avoided your curious gaze. You poked the area yourself. Nothing.

You stared at him, then to your side, then him again, then back to your side.

"You can stop blubbering, now. It's fine, isn't it?" Despite his harsh words, he didn't sound menacing at all.

——

It turned into a routine. Somehow.

You would turn up to your usual spot by the cliff, Osomatsu would wander over, breeze his hands over wherever you were hurt, and the pain would disappear.

No matter how much you thought about it, logically, it didn't make sense. You can't just heal someone by touching them. This wasn't a video game, this was reality.

You had tried asking him whenever he 'healed' you, hoping for an answer, only to get rebuffed every time.

"You don't need to know how I do it," he had shrugged. "It's not like you'd be able to do the same, so why should I tell you?"

Although he still seemed to give you somewhat of a cold shoulder, he would still wordlessly remove the pain. Wether it was day or night, rain or shine, he would be there at the cliff side, willing to remove your hurt.

There were times where his touch would linger a few seconds longer than needed. There were times where he would gaze deep into your eyes as he held a palm up to your bruised cheek, and you could make out every golden speck hidden in his brown eyes. There was a time where he had taken your hand, slowly intertwining his fingers through your own, only to immediately drop his hold on you like you were hot iron.

It confused you, but his warmth stayed with you all the same.

You couldn't deny the fluttering of your heart whenever you eagerly saw him day after day. You would fight through the agony just to trek up that cliff side, all to see him. He had turned into your comfort.

The two of you sat together, side by side, hands resting on the grass beneath you, your fingertips so close. You nervously glanced down towards them. His hands were larger than yours, faint scars running over his calloused skin, some travelling up his forearm. You wondered how he got those. But you wouldn't pry.

What you would do, though, is inch your fingers over his, delicately wrapping your now clammy hand around his. He didn't flinch, only sliding his eyes to gaze at you from the corners of his eye.

"What are you doing?"

"I... M-My hands are... cold..."

"...Y'know, you're a terrible liar." He chuckled, turning to face you. He removed his hand from yours, and you turned to look at him nervously, only for him to then grasp your hand more firmly in his own.

"Osomatsu..." you swallowed, a sudden heat flushing over your cheeks and neck.

"What is it?" His voice was a low murmur, speaking to you and only to you.

"Whenever I'm with you, I... I feel safe. You've helped me so much, and you barely know me. Thank you.. so much.."

His expression was unreadable. Carefully, he raised his free hand, brushing against the side of your neck before grasping your chin, forcing you to look up to him.

This was a bad idea. He knew it. He could still stop himself while he had the chance.

"I already told you. I know enough about you just by looking."

Your faces seemed to inch towards each other, your heartbeat frantically thrumming against your chest as you felt his breath fan over your skin.

"...We shouldn't do this." He whispered. But he didn't move away.

"Why not?" You were breathless, your hands coming to clutch at the front of his shirt tightly.

"It's a bad idea. For you to be with someone like me."

"...You make me happy, Osomatsu. I want to stay here, with you."

The voice screaming in the back of his mind was swiftly silenced as he pressed his lips against your own. It was slow, desperate and passionate, with his hands tangling into your hair and pushing your further into the kiss. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing your bodies together as you pressed your lips against the other, over and over, all the while wanting more.

You didn't want this moment to end. You wanted to stay like this forever.

His mind was burning, begging him to stop. But his instincts were stronger, and the more he felt your body against his, the more he allowed himself to drown in your presence.

——

"Brother. I must ask you once more to cease your rage. This is getting out of hand."

Osomatsu didn't acknowledge the voice that called out to him. He merely stood in the heavy rainfall, on the cliff edge by the shifting sea, hands in his pockets and face stoic.

"You already know that the oceans are mine and mine alone, Zeus."

"I don't care about your stupid water bowl," he growled in reply. The thunder crackling from above doubled in intensity, striking down on innocent fauna and setting them ablaze despite the rain.

"Then what has angered you so?" A man stepped closer, looking very similar to Osomatsu, aside from the longer hair and scarcer clothing.

Osomatsu narrowed his eyes. There was anger building up inside him, stacking higher and higher, and on top of that, a feeling much worse.

"...You feel sorrow." The man spoke with a frown. "And a deep sense of guilt."

"Don't you dare start reading me, Poseidon. It's fucking annoying."

"But it is what you feel. I don't think I've seen you feel such a way for many a millennia, brother."

So what, he thought. So what if he hadn't felt like this for a long time. It was his own fault for getting attached. It was a mistake. It was a bad idea.

"I was a fool..." his frown deepened into a scowl. "I was a fool for believing in a human, of all the pitiful creatures on this ball of dirt."

He clenched his fist tighter.

"She was weak."

"Brother...."

"She was weak, and I couldn't protect her!"

The rain ceased. All fell silent in less than a second.

Poseidon gazed at his brother with concern, unable to provide the comfort he needed. He instead turned away, returning back to the sea, casting one final glance over his shoulder before disappearing into the waters below.

Now Osomatsu was truly alone. You weren't going to be there anymore. He would live on for the rest of eternity, while you would decay into nothing but dust.

He didn't do enough. You said he made you happy, but he didn't do enough.

He was a complete fool for ever believing his love for a human, as beautiful as yourself, would last forever.

He stepped away from the cliff side, walking away without looking back. He would never find himself able to visit such a place again. Not without your presence, and the fleeting memories of a time his heart wished he could relive.