tokyo revengers ships (my au)

"I hate you" but I seriously don't. (ranouya)

I swear I love it when they are enemies and fuck but never give a title to whatever is between them and don't call each other ewb because they know they like eachother romantically but they just won't fucking confess because they think the other doesn't and their pride doesn't allows shit (guys this is the context💀)
WELL, SMUT!!! duh
rough manhandling maybe yes rough sex
oh and they'll be fighting a lot so get ready to fwop fwop!!!!
ehe sex is gonna be long for this one
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"fuu- ugh, haitani..." nahouya gasped, looking over to the older, who was glaring back- hands wrapped against nahouya's throat, choking him rather harshly.

nahouya panted, chest heaving up and down. ran threw out curses and what not, narrowing his gaze.

seems pretty heated, yeah?

well... for them that's not really a new thing. quite literally.

"why did you tell my brother all about that?!" ran yelled, as a few others students tried pulling him back... which proved rather useless against someone like him.

"hk- t'at us fucki- GH- OKAY SORRY MAN!!" nahouya shouted back, out of breath as ran pressed his thumb against nahouya's throat. "swear didn't tell.. kkh.. shit to rin," he gasped out before ran finally let go, nahouya's much smaller frame sliding down against the wall.

"holy shit, man.." the younger gasped, rubbing his throat. "your crazy." he managed out, breathe ragged.

"don't think I did that because your not guilty. we'll talk about this.. later." ran spoke, turning away. he sighed, rubbing his temple as he walked away.

'fucking weirdo, hell?' nahouya watched the older leave, though eyes were shut as ever (brosorryfordoingudirtyhere💀).

nahouya stood up, walking into his class as he awkwardly rubbed over his throat, bruises of somewhat fingerprints blooming.

dammit.

nahouya silently settled into the class, waiting for the teacher to come in. a blonde haired guy, manjirou settled next to nahouya, talking to him and all until he fell silent-- dark abyss tracing over the orange-head's neck. "yo, the fuck's that?" he asked, gaze returning back to the bruise.

"ouhh. you know, ran and allat." nahouya chuckled, looking away.

there was silence between them before mikey spoke again, "do you want me to talk to him? a one on one, get me?" he tilted his head, tone a bit serious before nahouya laughed again, waving his hand like it's nothing. "nah. I'll settle it one on one mysel-" "no, chill bro, wasn't talking about in bed"

.

"WHAT???" nahouya cackled, holding his stomach already.

"silence, boys." the teacher walked in- gazes already fixated at her. she started her lesson, hands either on the white board or her desk.

as the class was about to come to an end, she cleared her throat. "so. the headmistress and fellow class teachers came to an agreement" she paused, sighing.

"the sections will now be assorted into only two parts rather three, and it will be now dispersed than gender-wise." she carried on, blinking. "there are high chances you would be randomly put into any section than actually carefully picking out" she offered a slight smile, waving her hand. "class dismissed, get ready for your next class" with that, she sauntered away, closing the door as she left.

"randomized class? geez.. want 'michi with me real bad.." mikey's gaze followed the teacher leaving, returning back to nahouya by the minute. processing his scowling face, he tilted his head. "what's with that face?" he asked, blinking. "what if haitani gets the same class as us? I DON'T WANT MY SELF RESPECT RUINED IN MY CLASS ASWELL???" nahouya sighed, hand going down his face. "god.. this sucks." he added, not happy at all.