I challenged myself to write short one-shots for individual villains I always include in this book so ye

This will only contain five character, because I intend to make PT. 2 that contain the others so ye thanks for reading!

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress)

"Hey!" The masked man turns to see you grinning from ear to ear.

"Why darling, what brings you here?" He takes you by your arms, lifting his mask to reveal his lips before planting a small kiss by the corner of your lips.

With a giggle, you embraced Atsuhiro by his waist, before looking up at him. "Can you guess what lip balm flavour I'm using? You get three tries before I reveal them to you."

He observes your lips closely, attempting to identify the flavour based on the light tint on your lips, but all he saw was the transparent gloss coating your lips. "Is it... Normal petroleum jelly?"

You shook your head no with a grin. "Guess again!"

"Hmmmm..." He hums, stroking his chin as he attempts to think of an answer. He is very familiar with the brand's you were using, but all of them shared the certain transparent gloss. "Cocoa butter?"

"Nope! Last guess!" You playfully giggled.

"Well at least give me a hint, my love!" He shook his head in amusement, as he wasn't able to guess which flavour you were using.

"It usually consists of cream, vanilla, salt, eggs and sugar." You smiled up to him. "Come on, it's one of your favourites!"

Oh Atsuhiro is quite the bonafide sweet tooth, he knew majority of his favourite pastries consisting of those ingredients! With a hum, he gave into a though before answering. "Is it... Vanilla cake?"

"Wrong!" Without a warning, you threw his mask off before crashing your lips against his, catching him off guard. At first he was shocked, but did not hesitated to melt into your kiss. The sweet flavour of your lip balm was transferred on his lips, but it seems that your lips were more sweeter.

Once you pulled away, the masked man wets his lips with his tongue. He chuckled, before taking your lips in his before pulling away as if he was trying to make sure of something.

"Is it Créme brûlée?"

"Correct!"

Hari Kurono (Chrono)

Oh if it wasn't the universe challenging Hari "Chronostasis" Kurono's patience today. First he had to deal with Kai's bullshit, Rappa's shenanigans, and everyone around him seems to love failing their tasks and doubles his works... It was honestly so draining for him.

He sat on the bed he shared with you, whilst you were occupied by your phone. He can feel his head heat up with irritation as the buttons on your phone loudly reverberated on a patterned rhythm and he can only assume you were texting someone. Hari could feel his temple pulsed with a migraine and he couldn't do anything about it. He tossed his mask to the side with a sigh, when you suddenly exclaimed like a loud fuse that irritated him.

"Oh my God, stop!" It initially shocked Hari, knowing he did nothing wrong to make you this irritated at him, but he was having none of it.

"What?! I didn't to shit—" Hari retorts, raising his voice higher than yours as he held his arms defensively in the air while you glared at him.

"Stop being so goddamn hot and cute at the same time! You're making me want to kiss you in your stupid handsome face because I love you so fricking much!" You pouted at him, arms crossed. "Give me a kiss you dummy!"

He simply sighs once more, pulling you by your collar and pressed his lips against you with firm dominance, before pulling away with a smile he struggled to hide. "... I hate you."

"I know. I love you, too~"

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

The evening was silent, the soft raindrops tapped against the window blending with the music softly playing in a low volume as the couple slept on the same bed, their body entwined and their warmth colliding with each other.

One was awake, one was fast asleep. Jin Bubaigawara peacefully slumbered, leaning his head by your shoulder whilst you gently stroked his blond locks away from framing his perfect face with a gentle smile. You were glad he was able to rest around these time.

He'd usually be pacing around in the dark, in the same spot for a few minutes. If it weren't for you, the voices in head would overpower him and make him to things he never wanted to do. You were just glad he is able to catch himself a break and a rest. He deserves everything in the world and he is your whole damn world.

With a yawn, your butterfly light fingers abruptly stopped stroking his hair to cover your mouth, when you heard him spoke.

"That felt good, Y/N..." His raspy voice rang out, his eyes remained closed and peaceful. Was he sleep talking?

"Really?" You can only smile at him in amusement, as he nods at your response, leaning his head into your touch. Abiding with his request, you continued to gently stroke his head, your eyes growing heavier and heavier as the peaceful moment passed.

"Hey Y/N?" You heard him say.

"Yeah?"

"I love you so much, Y/N..." You smiled, snuggling against his warm body and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you, too, darling."

Joi Iranaka (Mimic)

Sighing, you picked up the remains of the puppet he used after he left. Poor Mimic lost his temper causing him to lash out and destroy the plush material and no longer had spares. Examining it, you mentally sketched your blueprint to plant about how you're going to fix this doll of his. Wasting no time, you walked to your shared bedrooms to fetch the sewing kit you kept.

Poor Joi, always stressed about the Yakuza. His loyalty truly lies within the crime syndicate he honoured and preserved, his faith in Kai was strong for his beliefs and ambition ms to bring back the Yakuza's name on the top of the charts.

As your fingers moved in a precise pace, keeping the cotton firmly stuffed in the doll and kept the stitching tight and less difficult to tear and destroy.

You never imagined being married to him... Life does find a way to make life interesting. It was an arranged marriage between you, the child of a rival Yakuza group and Joi, a representative of his own Yakuza group. As his spouse, you were given to do anything. He was fairly protective of you... You never knew if it was genuine, or was it because he simply didn't want to damage the union between the Shiee Hassaikai and your father's group. But then again... You didn't care. Being under his care made you have more freedom than you usually have and you were grateful for it. Seeing his plush vessel is the least you could do for him to show your gratitude.

Adding the finishing knot, you snipped the excess thread with scissors and observed the doll. You couldn't help but to smile at its adorable little body and beak. Admittedly the union between you was meant to be professional, a business thing... You couldn't help but to fall for him.

"You know, if only I could be honest with you—" you talked to the doll, as if it were him. "—this marriage of ours is for professional reason... That your leader needs things from my dad like he needs things from Overhaul... But... Uh... Yeah. I may or may not have fallen in love with you."

Just as Joi was about to enter the room, he paused to hear you talking from inside the room. Who were you talking you? He knew far too well he forbade you from letting anyone else in. He was pissed, but listened.

"Okay, I love you. You're just so... Hot tempered and adorable in a way. I don't even know why..." He heard you spoke. Okay he started to get pissed, who the hell were you talking to? Who were you professing your love to? HE is your husband, he was supposed to be the person you love!

His hand steadily gripped the knob, before twisting it and flinging it open. He was stunned to see you holding his puppet on your chest, snuggling your cheeks against it and caught you giving it a small peck by the beak. Stunned at his unannounced arrival, you hid the puppet behind your back.

"You... Fixed it?" Joi walked towards you, reaching towards the puppet vessel he uses. Too shy to speak, you merely nodded at him. "May I?" He referred to the doll by gesturing it. Shyly, you handed him the material and watched him examine it.

"Excellent stitching, you sure are impressive." He caught himself saying that, very uncharacteristic of him.

"Thanks..."

Not knowing what to do, he simply embraces you in his arms. The awkward stiff hug to signify his relief you weren't seeing another person behind his back, to express his gratitude, the least thing he could do. Shocked and speechless, you merely returned his hug as he became more relaxed and relaxed.

"Thank you..." He lowly uttered, as if he had second thoughts.

"You're welcome..."

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

"Ugh look at those grown ups and their grown up bikes," five year old Y/N pointed out of the window with a pout.

"You're just jealous because you don't know how to ride one." Kai turns a page to his book whilst you marvelled among the group of teens riding their bicycles.

"Shut up, Kai, even you don't know how to ride one! Pops will teach me how to ride one someday, right Pops?" You glances to your God father with a grin. He merely nods in response, occupied with a newspaper in hand. Turning to Kai, you stuck your tongue out to him.

"Wow... So mature..." He rolls his eyes as you turned away from him to watch from the window.

"I'd like to ride a bike one day... Like, I can travel all the way to USA with it! Or around the world!" As Kai was about to break their little heart by telling them it wasn't possible to travel overseas with a mere bicycle, you spoke. "I would love to take you around the world someday... Like, I don't even care where we'd go, as long as you're with me."

Kai lowers his book and glanced at your figure, as you were kept occupied by the window. A small smile formed in his lips, before he continued to read.

A few years later, in High school...

"Hey L/N! Hurry up!" Kai impatiently called, as he fastens his helmet on his head.

"There is in NO way I'm riding that—" you pointed at the motorcycle Kai straddled. "You don't even have a license yet and you just started learning how to ride it yesterday! Hell, Pops doesn't even know you're riding one!"

Kai sighs, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Are you going to walk on your way home or do you want to ride with me?" He hands you a spare helmet that was supposed to be Hari's. You eyed the white helmet in his hand, before sighing in defeat and accepting it.

"Just so you know I don't trust you," you fastened the helmet on your head, before seating yourself behind him. "If we get into an accident, it will be your fault and I will pester you in the afterlife."

"Whatever, just hold on and trust me." Turning the key, the motorcycle roars into life causing you to flinch and tightly cling on your seat. With that, the motorcycle started running. You closed your eyes and braced yourself.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, In going to die, I'm—

"You can cling in me if you want. Just make sure you don't squeeze me to death." His narrowed eyes looks over his shoulder.

"Oh my god, keep your eyes on the road!" You exclaimed, launching your arms to wrap around his waist, like a corset sandwiching his insides. Burying you face in his back, you couldn't help but to feel fearful for your life when you felt the motorcycle slight tipping sideways.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything!" You exclaimed, voice pitched high whilst you refused to look up and see the obstacle you will inevitably crash into.

"Just relax! We're tipping into the sides because of you. Just calm down, relax." You bit your lip, before catching your breathe and decided to look up this once. Releasing a sigh, you were able to enjoy the moving views as you passed by them. With a smile, you couldn't help but to giggle. "See? Now we're riding straight, you dimwit."

"Oh don't call me that! And keep your focus in the road!" You were tempted to punch him, but you valued your life.

The silent moments passed, only the sound of the busy road rang out. Until he spoke.

"You know, I'd travel the world with you in this way. You never learned how to ride a bike, so I took it upon myself to learn how to ride one." You glanced at him, confused. "Do you wanna... Take the scenic route? Spend a little more time together, perhaps..."

With a chuckle, you simply put your chin atop his shoulder, his spine chilled when your hot breathe hits the shell of his ear as you whispered, "I would love to."