Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The train journey was excruciatingly long, just as they remembered it to be. Karatsugu peered out the window beside him, his eyes stuck to the darkening sky above, which was also tinted a slight shade darker due to him wearing his large aviator sunglasses. He watched as the scenery outside gradually changed from strictly endless waves of tall green grass and trees to small buildings in the far distance and flat earth.

Across from him, Hajime sat silently, slouching in his seat as he clutched his large backpack to his chest to rest his chin atop it, his eyes shut as he slept quietly. A small smile came to Karatsugu's lips before he yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand whilst his other arm stretched up above his head. He let it fall down onto his lap lazily as he went back to staring out the window, his leg jumping up and down lightly as he inwardly became impatient.

It had been quite a while since he had last come to Akashika District; a year, to be exact. He still remembered the first time he had visited that place like it was only yesterday, as well as the interesting adventure he and his newfound brothers took part in. Karatsugu smiled fondly at the memory, wondering just what else they would be getting up to this time.

He was quickly snapped out of his daydreams as a voice spoke over the intercom, and although it sounded very fuzzy and full of static, he could just about make out what the voice said:

'We are now arriving at Akashika Station. This is the train's final stop. Please ensure you have all your items of belonging before leaving the train. We are now arriving at...'

The voice repeated itself several more times before it fell silent, and Karatsugu could feel the train begin to slow down. He carefully, and very cautiously, leaned forward to nudge Hajime's knee, attempting to rouse him from his nap.

"Hajime... You need to wake up now, we're here..." he mumbled, gently calling for his younger brother. He could feel a bead of sweat beginning to accumulate on his temple as Hajime didn't stir, prompting him to nudge a tad bit harder whilst also bearing in mind to not push his own luck, lest he want a fist to the face.

Thankfully, that didn't happen, and Hajime grumbled against his backpack as his eyes sluggishly cracked open. His dark gaze landed on Karatsugu for a moment before it wandered around the train compartment, shifting slightly in his seat and raising his head. He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, wincing at the soreness from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in.

"... We're here?" he mumbled, barely audible over the ruckus of the train still moving against the tracks. Karatsugu nodded, taking his phone out of his pocket whilst Hajime stretched his arms. Karatsugu swiped through the group chat one of his brothers had created, skimming over his unread messages from hours ago to begin tapping away at his screen.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets

12:24

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Who changed the group chat name?

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] Who do u think lol

[Ozo🍺🚖] its gr8 right! sexxxxxxxxxxxx tuplets HAHAH

[Chorosuke💐🌹] Please shut up.

[Ozo🍺🚖] ur alwas so booooooring chorosuk e lolol anyway! karatsugu n hajime! wya?

[Hajime🐈‍⬛🐾] train

That is correct burazzas!~~😎😎✨✨ Our travels have only barely just begun!💫💫 We will be arriving later tonight! I'm sure you are all very excited for our arrival, hmm~~? 🥀🥀🥀🥀😎😎😎😎

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] We get it plz stop with those ugly ass emojis

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] KARAMATSU NIISAN ICHIMATSU NIISAN HIHHIHUHIHUU!!!!! HIRRY UP I WANNA PLAY!!!!!!

[Chorosuke💐🌹] I don't want to kick you out again, Jyushimatsu. Please don't spam.

── SEX🤤🍆tuplets 19:03

[72 unread messages]

We are arriving at the station!✨✨ Ozo, burazza, would you be so kind as to give us a lift?😎😎😎

[Ozo🍺🚖] sureeee its abt time u guys got here!

[Jyushimatsu🌻🌼☀️] YAYYYYAYA!!! YOUR HERE YOURH ERE!!! OSOMATSU NIISAN CAN I CUM A SWELL????!!!!

[Takashi🍰🍬🍭] oh my god eww

[Ozo🍺🚖] Yh! the more the happier as they say

[Chorosuke💐🌹] It's: 'The more, the merrier.' Honestly, how do you not know?

[Ozo🍺🚖] I ain't no nerd anyway ill be there in 10!

──

Satisfied with Ozo's response, Karatsugu put away his phone and stood up, reaching up to the overhang and carefully sliding his suitcase out and onto the floor. He also did the same for Hajime's suitcase, having a sneaking suspicion that the man wouldn't get it himself, but he wasn't bothered by it.

They waited for the train to pull to a stop, the metal wheels against the tracks squeaking and groaning loudly into the air. The voice over the intercom spoke again, signalling that all passengers were now allowed to leave.

So, with their suitcases in hand and their backpacks slung over their shoulders, the two brothers exited the train and stepped onto the same barren and quiet platform. The warm evening air pushed into their faces, the heat a lot tamer than it would be during the day. Hajime looked up towards the sky for a moment, witnessing the final shreds of sunlight melt away into the night as a dark blanket covered the sky.

"We should head outside," Karatsugu spoke up, his baritone voice echoing around the area, "they could be here any minute, now." He had already begun walking towards the exit, and after a few seconds, he heard his brother's footsteps shuffling along the concrete ground, following him from behind.

Karatsugu stepped out first, taking a deep breath of fresh air as a soft breeze picked up around him briefly before it died down. He smiled at the scenery, already feeling at home with his excitement growing by the second.

"Karamatsu-niisan."

The man screamed, jumping on the spot and tripping over his own feet as he tumbled to the ground, his mouth agape and sunglasses askew on his face, eyes darting around to see where that sudden voice came from, only to find a man standing to his right with a brown paper bag over his head and the roughly cut holes where his eyes should be dark and devoid of life.

Hajime stepped out next, taking one good look at Karatsugu on the ground and raising his brow before looking over to the paper bag man. He barely reacted, only giving a slight nod and saying:

"Long time no see, Jyushimatsu."

"Aha! Same here, Ichimatsu-niisan!" Jyushimatsu laughed, rocking back and forth on his heels giddily. Karatsugu, still on the ground, gradually collected himself and cupped his chin with this thumb and forefinger, smirking as if he hadn't just screamed like he had seen a ghost.

"Heh! Jyushimatsu! It has been some time since we last spoke in person!" Unsurprisingly, Karatsugu went ignored as the other headed towards a car that was parked a little further down the road, with the engine still running and the lights beaming down onto the gravelled path. Karatsugu only hummed amusedly, standing up and brushing himself off, making sure to readjust his glasses before grabbing his things and following behind them, listening in on their conversation.

"A lot of things have changed around here since you last visited, you know!" Jyushimatsu swung his arms back and forth as he walked, the smile in his voice heard through his words.

"Yeah? Like what?" Hajime readjusted his backpack on his shoulder, throwing a side glance towards Jyushimatsu. The paper bag man only giggled, his head now swaying side to side, as if nodding along to some unheard tune.

"Things!" Was all he said as they reached the car. The trio paused as the driver's door opened, and out clambered a grinning Ozo with a beer can in hand.

"Finally! I thought you guys were never gonna show up!" He complained, though there was no bite behind his words. Hajime shook his head as he watched Ozo take a large swig from his can.

"You couldn't wait until we got to that otaku's house to start drinking? I don't want to die because of your shitty driving..." he shuffled over to the car, opening the trunk and pushing his suitcase in there as Jyushimatsu sat in the back seats.

"I'm not a lightweight! I can handle more than one can, y'know!" Ozo sat back down in his seat, and Karatsugu also went over to place his suitcase in the trunk before closing it. Hajime sat in the back with Jyushimatsu, leaving the passenger seat up front available. Once they were all settled in the car, Ozo manoeuvred the car out of its parked position and back onto the road.

"Let's chuck your stuff at that guy's place, and then we can go drinking!" Ozo cheered, Jyushimatsu matching his excitement. Karatsugu couldn't help but laugh, and even Hajime couldn't control the small smirk that crept its way onto his face, which he quickly hid behind his backpack.

It was nice to be back.

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You sighed softly as you wiped down the bar top with the slightly damp cloth in your palm. Glancing at the small clock on the wall behind you, you took note of how it had been just over an hour since your shift at Bang Bang Chicken Bar had started and, as per usual, barely anyone had entered the bar. There was that one regular customer who had already came and went — a man with very large front teeth who asked for the same drink every other night, attempted to flirt with you, then would leave with the promise of coming back as a rich French man... whatever that means.

Another sigh escaped you. It was now just past nine o'clock, and you had a strong feeling that the hours were going to slip by a lot slower than you would like. That, and coupled with the fact that you would be the only one working at the bar at this hour (aside from your boss, who would be cooped up in his office until early hours of the morning), you knew it would be yet another boring night ahead.

Well, maybe not entirely boring.

The sound of drums suddenly filled the silence in the bar, which was soon followed by the sound of heavy strums of electric guitars and keyboards. A woman's voice began belting lyrics into the microphone. You watched the band, Killer Fish, perform on the raised platform in the centre of the room, the seven women on stage lost in their own world of death metal music as their heads nodded along violently to the beat.

When you had first started working at Bang Bang Chicken Bar — an obscure bar at the end of a long, winding and empty road on the outskirts of Akatsuka Village — you did not expect the seven quiet and well-dressed women on the stage to start singing death metal. It scared you half to death the first time you heard the screech of guitar strings echoing through the desolate bar. Even the lead singer, Totoko, dressed in a formal Japanese yukata with her hair styled up in an old-fashioned bun, her face stoic and serious, shocked you with her booming voice and scratchy vocals of a true death metal singer.

It was all so unexpected, and the tremors of the music had left you slightly shaky once the first performance was over. Now, though, you had become used to the music, and although it wasn't your preferred choice of music, you began to enjoy the performances. It made the whole bar feel so much more alive.

By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, the performance was over and the group was setting themselves up for another song. You, with nothing better to do, decided you would turn to the shelves stacked with all kinds of alcoholic drinks behind you and sort through them again, making sure they were presented with their labels faced towards the patrons and that they were organised neatly, despite the fact that you had already done this. Three times.

Whilst you mindlessly traced your fingers along the glass bottles, the music started up again, drowning out the sound of the door to the bar opening.

In walked six men, each dressed in black suits, and each of them boisterous and excited to begin their night of drinking. They awed at the group on stage for a moment before one of them took charge and pushed them over to an empty table in the middle of the room. They took their seats and began conversing with each other, laughing at some joke someone made or at another's crazy antics.

Eventually, two of them stood up from their seats, one seemingly more casual with his hands tucked into his pockets whilst the other, donning a black yukata, seemed more uptight with an annoyed frown pressed onto his upturned lips. The two began making their way over to the bar, where you were stood with your back still turned, oblivious of what was happening behind you until your ears picked up the sound of two men conversing.

You tilted your head slightly, squinting your eyes as if it would help with figuring out whether you were hearing things or not, but as the voices grew closer, your eyes widened as you realised no, this wasn't your imagination, and there were actually other customers in the bar.

Turning on your heel, you physically felt your brain fizzle and pop like an old lightbulb at the sight of the two men coming closer towards you, their faces still fresh in your mind from the first time you had encountered them on separate occasions.

"Come on, Chorosuke! You're loaded! A couple of drinks with your money won't hurt anyone!" It was that taxi driver from the other day who was talking, that same sleazy grin displayed proudly on his face as he poked fun at the man next time him; that man from the store who had given you that watermelon, which actually was sweet.

"You and I both know you won't be having 'a couple of drinks!' And you have your own money! Pay for yourself!" He shouted over the music, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he knew all too well that he would inevitably be paying for the drinks. You could only stand in silence as they grew closer and closer, neither of them truly paying attention to your presence as they continued to bicker back and forth until they were stood right in front of you.

Ozo turned to you first, his mouth opening to make his request until his half-lidded eyes locked onto your face. He frowned for a split-second before his eyes widened, the smirk on his lips stretching into an excited grin as he instantly recognised you. Chorosuke, confused by his brother's odd reaction, turned to you as well, only for his expression to fall into a look of horror, his pale cheeks flushing a bright crimson.

"It's you!" They exclaimed together, their tones completely opposite to one another. Pausing, they whipped their heads to look at each other confusedly. "Wait, what?" they questioned in unison.

"How do you know her?" Chorosuke quickly demanded, his eyes flitting between your nervous form and the man beside him.

"I told you, I met a pretty girl yesterday!" Ozo reminded him, "And what about you?"

"I-I, well... We bumped into each other at the market the other day..." Chorosuke's voice trailed off, secretly hoping you would remember him so that he wouldn't be humiliated in front of the one man who wouldn't let something like this go. Lucky for him, you did remember. You remembered that interaction all too well.

"Really?! Wow! Small world, right?" Ozo turned to you, leaning against the bar top with one arm as he gave you a quick once over, a flirtatious look in his eyes that only served to make you shrink into yourself. "Do you remember me? I dropped you off yesterday! Man, if I knew you worked here, I would come by more often!"

They seemed to be waiting for some kind of reaction from you, so you took a minute step back from the countertop and chuckled nervously, an odd smile on your face that probably didn't look like a smile at all.

"Aha... Yeah! Hi... again..."

This was going to be a long, long night.

CILANTRO IM CRYING THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Sorry I couldn’t resist sending in another request 😮‍💨 just thinking abt riding Leon’s thick thigh whilst latching onto his beefy arms and letting him talk dirty into my ear, the brain rot is real 😔

"That's it, Sweetheart," Leon would practically sing. "Just like that."

Like music in your ears, you lavished in his sweet, sweet dirty words. Like fine tunes whispered gently on your ear. Gentle like the way his fingers pressed in your skin and maneuvered your hips to the rhythm of his song.

Swept in his trance, as your wet-slick pussy slid across his thigh, back and forth, back and forth, hitting that right note each time, you would moan his name, his beautiful, wonderful name that illicit excitement; that reminded him who was the conductor of your symphonies.

He rose his knee and pressed upon your cunt harder. "You sound so beautiful." Leon kissed your lips. "But I think you're holding something in from me."

Clenched in his arm, your fingers dug through the skin and you latched on his arms and held on as he quickened the tempo. Grinding and sliding your pussy as you rode his thigh. And surely, much to his pleasure, to hear your music: each word and each curse, Leon wouldn't stop indulging until your voice would break and he know your pretty clit was over-stimulate as your legs could only shake.

"You're such an angel," he would say. "Such an amazing angel, sweetheart. But you need to be careful with those words of yours because you have me a mad man."

Osomatsu-san ask game!

💖 Who is your favourite matsu?

🤐 Who is your least favourite matsu?

💕 What are your favourite matsu duos?

👌 What are some matsu duos that you think are underrated?

🧡 Who is your favourite non-sextuplet character?

🎧 What’s your favourite opening?

🎹 What’s your favourite ending?

🎭 What’s your favourite AU within the show?

🎮 What’s your favourite Hesokuri wars set?

🤳 Who is the character you relate to the most?

🔥 What’s an aspect of the show that you think is underrated?

🎬 How and when did you get into the show?

😍 What’s a moment that made you fall in love with your favourite character?

🌈 What’s your favourite skit/episode to rewatch?

🏆 What’s a skit that you think is underrated?

🎉 What do you like most in a skit?

☔ Which episode/skit made you the saddest?

👀 If you had to show someone a clip or episode to get them into the show, what would it be?

💬 Drop one of your favourite quotes from the show.

🤔 What’s a personal interpretation of a character you have that differs from the fandom?

🧠 Drop a headcanon about one of the characters.

🦄 What’s a rare interaction you’d like to see more of?

☘ What’s a matsu trio you’d like to see more of?

🌚 What’s something you want to see happen in the show that you’re pretty sure will never happen?

📸 Drop a screenshot from the show.

📚 What are some of your favourite fics?

✍ What are some fan content ideas that you’d like to see/create more of?

Aaaa so I actually have a few requests that have been sitting in my drafts… collecting dust… for a while now and uh I have finally worked up the courage and determination to finish them! I just finished one now, and it will be up tomorrow cuz I’m too tired rn lmao

I just couldn’t stay away from writing for so long and my break was a big help, so I’ll do my best to get back into the swing of things! Thank you all so much for the patience! ♥️♥️♥️

I’m so sorry this isn’t a new post but I just wanted to let you guys know that I am going on a hiatus! (That exclamation mark is not meant to be happy LMAOO).

I’ve been really busy with life and college and moving and my motivation for writing as well as my effort I put into it has just gone wayyy down. I don’t want to put out anything that’s just absolute trash, so I think going on a break (again) is the best thing to do.

I don’t know when I’ll be back, but until then! See you later! Love you all for the support! <3333

(I’ll still do my best to reply to any messages though, so feel free to drop by anytime! <3)

since you're my fav matsu writer~ ✍ and 📚, i'm curious!!

♥️♥️ OMG thank you so much! 😭♥️♥️

📚 - omg so over on wattpad, there’s a fic called ‘subject to study’, and it’s a naga!matsus x reader by my bestie choose_the_adventure. It’s so good, I absolutely love it and I HIGHLY recommend it!And ofc ‘Lost and Found’ on ao3 by lunarmatsu, a gem of a fic ♥️

✍️ - I honestly would love to create more fics on the different aus/sets for the matsus! I have so many ideas and a lot of them that I’m working on the background so that I can get them out for you all one day, some of them including the youkai au, and a witch/demon au 😏 But ofc, the time I have to write is quite little atm so unfortunately the waiting game is gonna have to go on for a little while longer 😭😭

Thanks for the ask! ♥️♥️♥️

Can I get reader watching Leon work out. Just straight up watch him working out, sweat and all. And then he guides the readers hands over his body and reader is just gooey melting over it. And then they ask for a head lock.

your wish is my command!

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"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Leon asked smugly, cocking an eyebrow at you, effortlessly pumping the large dumbbells in both of his hands. His biceps bulged and flexed with every movement; effectively hypnotizing you. Normally, you didn't train with your partner in the DSO's large gym, mostly because your job didn't require you to have a daily workout regime. Most of the time, you only followed the blond agent to the gym to watch him get hot and sweaty before your eyes. You were a simple person, what could you say? Your cheeks flushed with heat as you nodded your head dumbly, you thought your mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious man in front of you. He smirked, putting down the weights and gesturing to you with a come-hither. Tentatively, you walked closer to Leon, and one of his hands circled around your wrist. Your knees almost buckled as he placed your hand over his firm left pectoral muscle. His tight, black muscle shirt was damp with sweat underneath your palm, his heart pounding against his chest. You could feel his breath huffing against you as your other hand pressed against his chest as well. Curiously, you trailed your hands down his torso, feeling his abs, before being stopped by the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. Once stopped, you graced your fingers back up his body, now feeling up his shoulders, biceps, and his forearms. Leon shivered in delight at your touch, a small groan exiting his pink lips. "Careful, if you touch me like that, things might get a little sticky here." You laughed, both hands wrapping around his arm muscles and squeezing. They were squishy enough to slightly give under your grip but firm enough to combat the pressure. Then, with an amused chuckle, Leon flexed his arm, completely nulling the squishiness. Without another word, you looked up at your boyfriend, your face flushed and your heart pounding. "Headlock." The blond quirked an eyebrow, "what?" "Put me in a headlock." You squeezed his arm. "Please?" Cautiously, he wrapped his arm around your neck and throat, pulling your body flush against his. You squealed in delight, feeling his pulsing bicep around your neck, but not too tightly. The scent of his sweat, Old Spice deodorant, and testosterone-riddled musk made your brain spin. The slight deficiency in oxygen made your heart pound, as you melted into his arm. You swore you could hear the blood rushing through his veins. "Fuck, Leon-" you groaned, heat flooding your mind. "Let's go to the locker room, doll." The agent's voice rumbled in your ear. "I think there are some other parts of me you'd wanna feel." ---