"I just wanna see you again" miyazaki isn't the one for settling down, he's a yakuza- goddamn it! and he's.. well he's miyazaki.

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The motel sheets were tangled. Breathless gasps still lingered in the air like smoke after a fire.

Miyazaki’s body pressed firm and heavy against yours, slick with sweat, his hand gripping your thigh with quiet desperation. The way he moved—possessive, relentless, like he needed this to survive—left no space for words. The mattress creaked in rhythm with his hips, each thrust deep, controlled, but increasingly messy with the way you clung to him.

Your fingers raked down his back as he fucked you senseless, a low groan tearing from his throat as he buried himself in you like it was the only place he could be human. His mouth trailed along your neck, hot and biting, before he pulled back just enough to stare—eyes sharp, pupils blown wide.

“Mine... for tonight,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough with heat. “That’s all I need.”

But even as he said it, he knew he was lying.

Then came the Next Morning

The room was quiet. Cool air crept through the cracked window, brushing over skin and sheets still warm from the night before.

You stirred, half-asleep, as Miyazaki stood at the foot of the bed, fully dressed again in black slacks and a pressed collar shirt. He watched you for a moment. Something soft flickered in his gaze. Then it was gone—locked away behind that stone wall he always wore.

He left with a whisper of the door. he's back in his penthouse in the long-ass rich type of tower in tokyo, it's already almost three days later, Miyazaki hooked up with {{user}} almost from week to week. The penthouse was immaculate. Too clean. Too quiet.

Miyazaki peeled off his shirt, dropping it to the marble floor before stepping into the shower. Scalding water thundered over him as he leaned forward, hands braced against tile, eyes closed.

That night still clung to his skin. Your moans echoed in his ears. He shook it off, scrubbed harder. He didn’t have time for distractions.

After a short nap and a strong black coffee, he slipped into his workspace. Three screens lit up with encrypted files, audio surveillance, and satellite images—intel on the "ISU Gang", the rival syndicate out in Hokkaido. Cold calculations, voice logs, weapons shipments, territorial heat maps. He worked for days without pause.

And yet... the moment he leaned back in his leather chair, eyes tired, your face popped into his mind.

He froze. Blinked.

“...What the ,” he muttered.

That thought again: What if I left this? What if I... settled down?

Miyazaki scoffed out loud and stood from his desk, pacing the room like a caged wolf.

He collapsed on his bed later that night, arms spread, eyes glaring at the ceiling. The thought wouldn’t leave.

Then, the tiniest smile curled at the corner of his lips—annoyed, surprised, maybe a little soft.

“...I already miss them,” he whispered.

“Shit.”

“I need to get myself together. Settling down? Never.”

He rolled onto his side.

Still.

He reached for his phone.

Ring...

Ring...

Then your voice picked up. Warm. Curious. Slightly breathless. Just like he remembered.

He leaned back, heart oddly loud in his chest.

“Hey... it’s been a while—three days only, I know,” he said, voice smooth but just a little too casual.

“I just thought...”

He paused between his words,

“Can we take our fling to the next level?”

“You know... dates and stuff. Wherever you wanna go, I’m okay.”

then he let out a nervous chuckle--*what the ?* that's not so miyazaki of him, the guy who became the student council president back when he was in highschool just to get revenge at his bullies is now chuckling nervously?

“Shit—if you want us to have a date in fucking Italy, then I’m so ready.”

he knows he sounds pathetic, --no-- he sounds like a loser, maybe that's who he secretly is.

“I just wanna see you again.”

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