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hi, can you do smut for nagumo? I loved your nagumo fics so far!

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AHH OMG, I LOVE THE NAGUMO FIC PLEASE CAN YOU MAKE A PT3 IM INLOVEEEEEEE

—𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔

⏳ ,, fluff , one-shot , part 1 - part 2 READ a/n (end)

. 🕰 ; He refuses to give up, now that he had found her again—he's never letting her go, never.

You were now packing your things after checking all of your students’ papers swiftly—as expected from a former assassin, of course. Plus, you didn’t want Hana waiting too long.

After the whole thing at Sakamoto's convenience store, which happened just yesterday, your mind was still a mess.

Nagumo.

You had spent years pushing his existence into the farthest corners of your mind, convincing yourself that whatever had happened that night was nothing but a fleeting moment. Yet, in a single instant, he shattered every wall you had built. His embrace lingered like a ghost, a warmth you hadn’t felt in years, one you weren’t sure you were ready to feel again.

And now, here you were, trying to focus on grading papers while your mind kept replaying his words.

"Now that I’ve found her again, I’m never letting her go."

You shook your head, grabbing your bag. "Not my problem anymore," you muttered under your breath. You had a peaceful life now. Nagumo was just a reminder of a past you had buried.

Locking the classroom door behind you, you made your way down the empty school hallways. The sun had already begun its descent, casting golden hues through the windows.

Hana should be waiting at the playground by now. You quickened your pace, eager to see her. As you stepped outside, you spotted her instantly, Hana, laughing as she clung to the swings, her tiny feet kicking at the air. A warm smile made its way onto your lips. No matter what chaos the past tried to throw at you, she was your constant.

But then, your eyes caught something else.

A man stood nearby, hands in his pockets, dressed in a casual red-patterned polo. His dark hair swayed slightly in the evening breeze. He was watching Hana, not in a threatening way, but with a strange softness in his expression.

Nagumo.

Your stomach twisted. Of course.

His eyes flickered up, locking onto yours the moment he noticed your presence. That same familiar, unreadable look crossed his face before his usual teasing smirk returned.

"You’re late," he drawled. "Hana and I were just getting along." Your jaw tightened as you stalked toward him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Nagumo placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. "What, no ‘nice to see you’?"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I told you, I’m done with that life. With you." Hana, oblivious to the tension, beamed up at him. "Nagumo-san said he used to work with you! Why didn’t you tell me you had cool friends, N/n-chan?"

Your eye twitched. Nagumo-san?!

Nagumo chuckled, giving you a smug look. "See? I already have her approval. That���s step one."

"Step one for what?" you asked warily. Nagumo leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough that only you could hear.

"For making you stop running."

Your breath hitched.

"And ofcourse to win your heart!"

Before you could respond, Hana grabbed your sleeve. "Can we go get ice cream? Please?" She gave you her best pleading eyes. You hesitated for only a second. "Fine."

"Yippe!" Hana cheered before turning to Nagumo expectantly. He blinked and tilted his head. "What?"

"You’re coming too, right?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, Nagumo grinned. "Of course. Wouldn’t miss it."

You shot him a glare, but he only winked. "Guess it’s a date, then."

You swore your soul left your body.

This man was insufferable.

As you walked ahead with Hana, you could feel Nagumo’s gaze lingering on you, and for the first time in years, you wondered—

Had you really escaped him at all?

Later that night, as you were about to lock your apartment door, your phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: Still up, runaway?

Your heart stopped as you recognized the familiar contact number.

Nagumo.

Of course, he had your number.

Before you could even think about blocking him, another message came through.

Nagumo: By the way, don’t bother trying to disappear this time.

Nagumo: Because this time, I’ll be the one chasing you.

You inhaled sharply, fingers tightening around your phone.

This man was going to be the death of you.

And yet, despite yourself…

You weren’t sure if you truly hated the idea.

. [📜] Thank you for the request anon! This isn't really a part three since I think you assumed that "Melting Hearts" and "Mission: Heartstring!" are the same, but they aren’t. However, you're free to interpret it however you like. This is actually a part two, or rather, a continuation, of my fic "Mission: Heartstring!" I'm also sorry if I posted this late since I was busy with my acads and was dealing personal life problems. Feel free to request more! p.s IM SO SORRY if the plot doesn't make sense at all, if you're dissatisfied you're free to ask a remake one! I'll gladly do:)

ˏ 「🗝」 Once a target, Always = With Nagumo, it was never just about the chase, it was about you. No matter how far you ran, how many walls you built, or how much time passed, he always found his way back to you. Not as a mission, not as an objective, but as something far more dangerous, something real. Because to him, you were never just another target.

You were his.

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise. (If you find a similar plot or my Y/n's character w/o no credits to me, please tell me.) I DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE EVEN IF IT IS A MUTUAL OF MINE OR FRIEND TO STEAL MY CHARACTERS AND PLOT!

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Random hc for Nagumo:

Yoichi would definitely have your name tattooed where his heart is placed.

Should i make a one-shot about this?

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OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING FOR NAGUMO ON VALENTINES DAY PLEASE WRITE MOREEEE!!!! Like if you don't mind the request.. I was thinking like in the future... like the aftermath of the whole fake girlfriend thing and nagumo and Y/n a retired assassin meet again at sakamotos store! :DDD she could be like Hana's teacher or smth idk trying to live a normal life lol

—𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

⏳,, angst & fluff , one-shot , slight suggestive

. 🕰 You thought you left that world behind—cold missions, whispered secrets, and a certain infuriating assassin, but fate had other plans.

After Sakamoto retired to focus on his life, you soon followed suit, especially after hearing that your dear friend was going to be a father. You had left the world of assassins behind, choosing to live a quiet, normal life as Hana’s teacher.

To be honest, becoming a teacher had never been in your plans. But you had your reasons.

First, you wanted to protect Hana. If anyone ever placed a bounty on Sakamoto’s head, his daughter could be caught in the crossfire. Second, kids were just too damn adorable.

This was what you called paradise, surrounded by cheerful children, including Hana, whose laughter brightened even your darkest days.

Shrugging, you picked out your outfit for the day, settling on something casual. Today, you were going to spend time with Hana, maybe tutor her a little.

Maybe I should get her a toy… you mused. It wasn’t a special occasion, but you simply enjoyed spoiling her. You made sure, of course, that your favoritism didn’t become too obvious in class.

With your bag packed, you headed out, making your way to Sakamoto’s convenience store.

Humming softly, you watched the town come to life around you. Children ran past, laughing as they played. A man stepped out of a shop, adjusting the bag in his arms. In the distance, a couple sat at a restaurant, talking in hushed voices, hands brushing over the table.

The sight tugged at something in your memory.

A mission.

A night.

Yoichi Nagumo.

"I’m sorry, sir and ma’am, but we can’t let you enter unless you’re a couple," the staff member said, their tone firm yet apologetic.

You clenched your jaw, irritation prickling at your skin.

"I already told you—we are a couple." Your grip on Nagumo’s hand tightened, a subtle warning. Nagumo, ever the observer, noticed your irritation but simply smiled at the staff, letting you do the talking.

The two of you stood in the lobby of an exclusive couples-only nightclub. The entire concept was ridiculous, but unfortunately, your target—one of the club's founders—frequented this place. The original plan had been simple, pretend to be a couple to gain access. But neither of you had anticipated just how strict the entry requirements would be.

You had no intention of holding hands, and you were sure Nagumo didn't either—at least, that was until the staff eyed the both of you suspiciously. Without hesitation, Nagumo had laced his fingers through yours, his grip firm, silent reassurance hidden beneath his usual amusement.

You had been caught off guard, embarrassed, even. You had tried pulling away, only for him to squeeze tighter, his message clear: Play along. It’s for the mission.

And so, there you stood, hands entwined, shoulders brushing as you faced the skeptical staff. "If you have proof that you’re a couple, then you may go in," the staff said.

A nerve twitched in your temple. Proof? Proof of what? That you were together? That you were in love?

"Such as?" you asked, voice clipped. "Well, for instance…" The staff hesitated, struggling for an example. You exhaled sharply, patience thinning. You were about to speak when suddenly-

Nagumo tugged you closer.

You barely had time to process the movement before his face was mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, dark eyes staring into yours with something unreadable.

Your nose brushed against his, and then—Soft. Warm.

Nagumo kissed you.

Your world stilled.

Your mind scrambled for logic, reason, anything, but all you could register was the heat of his lips, the way his fingers tightened around yours, how effortlessly he melted into the role.

When he pulled away, he turned to the staff with his signature closed-eye smile. "Like this?" His voice was smooth, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just stolen something from you.

Your first kiss.

You stood frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Your cheeks burned, the heat unbearable.

The staff gawked, clearly not expecting that as proof. Nagumo chuckled at their stunned silence. "What? Do you want us to fuc—"

"NAGUMO!" You shouted his name, mortified, and immediately bowed to the staff.

"I’m sorry for his behavior," you said through gritted teeth.

The staff, still flustered, waved their hands. "I-It’s fine… Sorry for doubting you both. You may go in. "You shot Nagumo a glare as you yanked your hand from his grip the moment you were out of the staff’s sight.

"You stole my first kiss."

"Stole?" he echoed, his smirk widening. "I was meant to be your first kiss."

That night, you felt something shift. Your heart betrayed you, drawn to his warmth.

And yet, that was also the night you vanished from his life.

Completely.

You shook off the memory, stomach twisting at the thought.

You had buried that part of your life—him— long ago. Yet, even now, your chest tightened at the mere memories. Sighing, you quickened your pace, spotting the convenience store up ahead.

Sakamoto had recently hired a new employee, a girl. You had been curious about her and decided today was the perfect chance to surprise both her and Sakamoto.

Aoi had texted earlier, saying she’d be out with Hana, which meant more free time for you. You stepped toward the entrance, completely unaware of what awaited you inside.

The automatic doors slid open.

You froze.

Sakamoto stood behind the counter, as usual, but beside him sat a girl munching on pizza, completely unfazed. Shin, his blond hair disheveled, looked utterly bewildered.

But the real shock?

A man, tall and lean, dressed in a red-patterned polo, was choking a pizza delivery guy with just his arm, his grip like iron. The delivery guy wheezed, struggling.

"See? Just like I told you," the black-haired man said, smiling as if he weren’t seconds away from snapping the poor guy’s neck.

"I don’t like lies." His voice was light, playful even, but laced with unmistakable menace as he gave the blonde one of his infamous closed-eye smile.

Shin tensed, raising his guard as the man’s grip tightened. "Nagumo, wait." Sakamoto’s voice was calm but firm while an unfinished pizza laid on his hands.

At his words, Nagumo immediately let go, letting the delivery guy collapse to the ground without so much as a glance.

He turned to Sakamoto. "Don’t tell me you’re going to try to get through this without killing—"

"Chi…?"

The name left your lips before you could stop it.

Nagumo’s entire body stiffened. His head snapped toward you, eyes widening.

For the first time in years, you locked eyes with him.

And in the next heartbeat-

Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace. You didn’t know what was happening. Heck, even Nagumo didn’t know why he was acting like this.

The only thing he knew was that his soul ached for you, craved you, missed you.

Every part of him did.

His grip on your clothes tightened, his body pressing closer as if afraid you’d slip through his fingers again. You had once again appeared in his life. This time, he wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

The same day the mission was completed, you had vanished without a word.

And that was the day he had been waiting for, the day he was finally ready to take you seriously.

But he had lost his chance.

And now, fate had handed him another one.

This time, he wasn’t letting you go.

"Huh—" You barely got the sound out before he held you even tighter, silently telling you not to say anything.

"I missed you," he murmured, voice low, raw.

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t sure what shocked you more—his words or the way your heart clenched at them.

Your breath hitched, hands hovering in the air, unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He was warm.

Too warm.

And it scared you.

You had spent years convincing yourself that what happened that night meant nothing, that Nagumo was nothing but a fleeting part of your past. But here he was, holding you as if you were something precious, as if you belonged in his arms.

And the worst part?

A part of you wanted to stay there.

"Nagumo," you finally muttered, your voice unsteady.

At the sound of his name, he exhaled sharply against your neck, his grip on you tightening for just a moment before he finally pulled away, but not too far.

His hands remained firm on your waist, his dark eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory. There was something unreadable in his gaze—something raw, something unspoken. You swallowed hard.

"You’re acting like I was the one who disappeared," you forced a scoff, trying to ease the tension, but your voice betrayed you, quieter than you intended.

Nagumo didn’t smile.

For the first time in a long time, the usual teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something real.

"You were," he murmured.

Your heart lurched. Before you could say anything, Shin’s voice cut through the moment.

"Wait, what the hell is going on here?!"

You flinched, suddenly aware of your surroundings again. Shin looked absolutely dumbfounded, glancing between you and Nagumo like he had just witnessed something illegal. The girl beside Sakamoto continued eating her pizza, watching the scene unfold like it was a drama playing out in real-time, but she too was confused. Sakamoto, who knew everything simply let out a small sigh.

Nagumo finally smirked, his usual playfulness returning as he turned to Shin. "What? Didn’t I tell you? She’s my little runaway."

Your brows furrowed. "I am not your—"

"And now that I’ve found her again," he interrupted, shooting you a knowing look, "I’m never letting her go."

Your stomach twisted.

The weight of his words settled in your chest, a dangerous promise laced with something even heavier—something terrifying.

Because for all your years of running, all your years of trying to forget… You knew.

Nagumo never made empty promises.

. [📜] This is my first time writing a request so I apologize if I wrote something not to your liking. I wanted to integrate some angst to it... But anyway, I'm glad you liked my nagumo fic! :) p.s the header I used from the start is what I imagine you and nagumo's date will be. (Sorry if I published this late since my tumblr has been acting up and it's annoying)

ˏ 「🗝」 Mission: Heartstrings = Missions are usually about strategy and precision, but this one? It’s about emotions—specifically, the unbreakable bond between the you and Yoichi.

The "Heartstrings" part adds a soft, romantic touch, showing that despite all the danger and the years apart, their hearts are still connected. It’s like saying, "Oops, this mission wasn’t just about work… feelings got involved!" It perfectly captures how Nagumo and the reader are tied together, whether they like it or not

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise

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—𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

⏳,, Fluff , one-shot

. 🕰 ; oh no, It's Valentine's Day! Prepare to be crushed by unpleasant sight of numerous people's showing affection in public! It's only okay when you do it.

You sighed as you adjusted your clothes, making your way toward your locker. As you walked through the hall, you noticed an unusual sight—an unusually large number of girls crowding around the lockers, giggling and chatting excitedly.

That’s when it hit you.

It was Valentine's Day.

Letting out another groan, you trudged forward, already dreading the inevitable displays of affection. Reaching your locker, you quickly unlock it, only to be met with a completely unexpected sight.

Your locker was filled with luxurious chocolates, neatly arranged with a single red rose and an envelope placed at the center.

Your eyes widened in shock.

“What the fuck,” you muttered under your breath, staring at the unexpected gifts. Confusion flooded your mind. Who in their right mind would give you chocolates? More importantly, why would anyone take an interest in you?

Shaking your head, you decided to push the thought aside. You carefully placed your things inside the locker, making a mental note to bring the chocolates back to your dorm later.

As you were in the middle of organizing, a sudden clatter of objects hitting the floor caught your attention. Instinctively, your head snapped around, ready to assist whoever had dropped their things.

To your mild surprise, you were met with the sight of your dear friend, Sakamoto, standing beside an unfamiliar person. Your gaze trailed downward to the cause of the noise—a pile of heart-shaped chocolate boxes scattered at his feet.

You sighed, unimpressed. It was nothing new. Every Valentine's Day, Sakamoto would receive an overwhelming amount of chocolates. What did catch your attention, however, was the utterly flabbergasted expression on the person beside him.

A new friend of his? You doubted it. Sakamoto wasn’t exactly the type to make friends so easily. Perhaps a peer? You dismissed the thought with a shrug.

Moments later, a voice called out playfully.

"Sakamoto-kun!"

You turned toward the sound, your gaze landing on a tall, slim young man with medium-length black hair. His closed-eye smile exuded an effortless charm, one that could easily make hearts flutter.

How painfully attractive.

He pushed a platform hand truck loaded with an absurdly large box, overflowing with heart-shaped chocolates. That was all the confirmation you needed—he was definitely one of the popular guys.

"Oh, Nagumo," Sakamoto greeted, making you perk up slightly.

‘So they know each other,’ you noted.

Nagumo beamed, his smile widening as he gestured toward his cargo. "Check out the haul I got from the girls in the Assassins Department!" he boasted, clearly enjoying the attention.

His enthusiasm didn’t waver as he suddenly turned his gaze to the unfamiliar person beside Sakamoto. His playful expression shifted to one of curiosity.

"Who's he?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"No idea," Sakamoto replied bluntly.

The person beside him looked utterly scandalized by the response.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Sakamoto’s straightforwardness before returning your focus to your locker. That’s when something caught your eye—your favorite chocolate.

Without hesitation, you grabbed it, disregarding the fact that it could be poisoned. At that moment, you didn’t care.

You were definitely going to marry whoever gave you this chocolate.

A satisfied hum left your lips as you popped a piece into your mouth, savoring the rich taste. Happiness bubbled in your chest as you made your way to your next destination, the chocolate melting on your tongue.

"If you want more chocolate, you can eat those," Sakamoto gestured vaguely at his overflowing locker before walking away, Nagumo following closely behind.

Nagumo let out a dramatic sigh. "I had to turn down the girls from the Poison Department," he lamented, shaking his head.

Sakamoto barely acknowledged the complaint. "Oh, if there’s (F/C), leave it in Y/n’s locker. She’ll be delighted."

Nagumo perked up at the mention of your name. "(F/C)?" he repeated, intrigued.

Sakamoto nodded. "It’s her favorite. I remember her jokingly saying she’d marry whoever gave her (F/C)."

Nagumo, who had been half-listening up until now, suddenly seemed very, very interested. A cheeky grin stretched across his lips.

‘Oh? I should start planning where we’ll have our wedding,’ he mused.

Sakamoto, ever perceptive, noticed the glint in Nagumo’s eyes and immediately felt a pang of concern for your well-being.

But it was already too late.

Nagumo had already successfully snuck (F/C) into your locker.

And, fortunately for him, he got to witness your bright, overjoyed expression as you happily munched on the chocolate he had given you.

. [📜] I've been thinking to write at least something for the Sakadays fandom for the past few days, and I remembered that Valentine's Day was tommorow. Hence, the reason why I wrote this. Does anyone have a partner for this Valentine? Well, considering you came here I bet no... 😓 /j Nagumo haven't leave my mind lately ack.... 😢😢😢 I HAVE SO MANY TITLE IDEAS FOR THIS ONE-SHOT BUT LIKE I COULDN'T DECIDE...

ˏ 「🗝 」 Melted Hearts = The chocolate melting in your mouth represents your joy, but it could also symbolize someone’s heart melting for you (Nagumo, perhaps?).

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise

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—𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍

⏳ ,, Fluff, one shot

. 🕰 ; Reader fails miserably and went to runaway because of embarrassment.

As his hands tenderly cradled my cheeks, his eyes locked onto mine with a depth of affection that transcended mere words. Each caress carried a symphony of emotions, echoing the depths of his love and devotion.

With me lying there, legs sprawled, and him crouched at my level, he delicately wiped away the remnants of tears, his actions speaking volumes of his unwavering care and concern. I gazed at him, my eyes widening in astonishment at the intensity of his gestures.

Despite the relentless downpour soaking through our clothes and hair, he remained steadfast, unmoved by the storm raging around us. His steadfast presence, a beacon of solace amidst the tempest, spoke volumes of his commitment to bring me comfort, even in the midst of adversity.

The rhythmic patter of rain formed a poignant backdrop, each droplet a testament to the timeless moment we shared. It was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl, enveloping us in a surreal embrace.

And in that fleeting moment, as he softened his gaze, his smile conveyed a depth of emotion that stirred something profound within me. It was a smile imbued with a passion that surpassed all boundaries, a love that resonated with a depth deeper than the oceans and more profound than the cosmos itself.

Reo Mikage , Gojo Satoru , Geto Suguru , Megumi Fushiguro , YOUR FAVORITES¡

. [📜] honestly, I made this when I thought of the sweater weather song😻‼️

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—𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘!

⏳,, Fluff , not proofread

. 🕰 ; Reader became a lil too drunk.. What would the four-eyed Madl do?

3:12 am.

You checked the clock as you took the remaining time to fix yourself, recently— a Madl invited you to have a drink with him.

It was your first time drinking and trying new things. The thought of drinking made you excited—you were in the legal age to drink after all. Either way, you knew he can watch out for you incase something might go wrong.

Yet, you pondered on why would he invite you to drink late? Is it necessary to drink at exactly 3:30 a.m? You paid no attention to it nevertheless.

You focused on getting yourself ready with the extra time you had.

...

3:25 a.m

You stood infront of the bar. It was lively and adorned with lights. However, there were only few people which you didn't mind it and was actually more than grateful.

You opened the door as you saw the Madl who was waiting for you. You smiled before approaching the guy who was reading a book to pass time.

"Yahoo~" you exclaimed gaining the attention of the man. You took a seat beside him as the bartender showed up.

"Greetings, [L/N]" he greeted you. You chuckled before replying "No need to be so formal, Orter. First name is fine."

"Your acting like we have just met." you proceed with a smile. "Now.." you placed your index finger below your chin "Since you're experienced at drinking.. What would you suggest for a newbie like me~?"

Orter took a moment before thinking. "I don't know your tolerance but,"

"Black and Tan." he proceed. "Is that so?" you replied before looking at the bartender. Orter ordered his drink as he waited for your order.

"Balkan 176 Vodka."

You smiled, Orter slightly widened his eyes. Sure, you were not experience at drinking. However, you knew some things.

Orter looked at you with a stoic face as the bartender went to make both of your drinks. "Going with one of the strongest?" he uttered as you giggled "This is just pure out of fun."

"Hm." he read the book infront of him "You're new on this one, I suggest you not to rush things." He stated not bothering to take a glance of you as he continued to read.

You looked at him before chuckling "What? Are you worried about me?~" you teased him which he looked at you showing disgust.

He shrugged it off as he continued reading—patiently waiting for his drink.

Finally, both of your drinks arrived. Nothing would go wrong on trying new things, right?

Oh, he was starting to regret this. "Another one please~!" you exclaimed as you lightly laughed. You completed 3 drinks already, Orter watched you slightly messy appearance caused by the alcohol.

The bartender handed another Vodka as you grabbed and chugged it down completely "Y/N." Orter spoke with slight concern on his tone which you failed to notice. "Hm-?"

Orter watched you finish your fourth drink already. After finishing your fifth one—you placed your head on the table with red tint all over your cheeks.

The four-eyed man sighed looking at your disheveled state "M' so tipsy.." you muttered as you burried your face on the table "I told you to take it slow."

He knows that you aren't tipsy but completely drunked. Your alcohol tolerance was surprisingly lower than he expected. Unlike him, he's tolerance for alcohol is high.

"Anothe—" Before you could even proceed on requesting another one, the man beside you stopped you. "No, she doesn't want another." he stated looking at the bartender which the bartender laughed looking at the dynamic you both have.

"—huh.. Why not.." You pouted locking eyes with Orter. "It's 6. You've been drinking for 3 hours, Y/N." he stated firmly as he stood up.

"Let's go." he added as he paid the drinks for the both of you "But— im not..done yet.." you stood up—however you were quick to fall because of dizziness.

Luckily, Orter was able to catch you before you could even fall "Ah.." You mumbled as he placed his hands on your waist—hugging your waist with his hand.

" 'm bad.." You shuffled your self trying to find balance but seems like luck wasn't on your side either when you saw floating black dots on your vision.

.. That's where you lost your conscious.

"Y/n?" Orter asked but received nothing from you. That's when he made the conclusion of you passing out. He sighed as he carried your passed out body on his car.

He placed you gently in the passenger seat. He took of his coat as he placed around your body.

...

He doesn't know where you live.

He got forced on letting you stay on his house. He's never inviting you to drink again—you were simply too reckless.

. [📜] lil skit... Got bored on finishing this lmao😞 more mashle contents on my tt (mostly just hc & idk) @lmwwifys - TT. ANYWAY I love this man

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Okay... Might start making medpoc fics now😁😁😁

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—𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆

⏳ ,, Fluff , not proofread

. 🕰 ; Reader received nightmares and desperately yearns for comfort.

You abruptly sat right up, eyes widened as you tried to catch your breath. You pant heavily; sweat prickled on your forehead, you looked around the room eyeing for something to comfort you.

It was hot, extremely hot for you, eyes still large due to the event that happened, tears were forming in your eyes as you bite your lips trying hard not to release the tears and broke down.

You grumpily left the bed—as your feet was about to touch the ground— you fell. The sudden impact made you whine "Ouch.." You muttered, you couldn't see, it was too dark for you. You tried to grab something so you could stand, your hands pat things you didn't know.

You stopped when you felt a liquid sliding down on your knees, out of curiosity— you touched your knees, a groaned left your lips as you cursed under your breath.

You grabbed whatever you touched as you forcefully got up, the pain was stillp there making you have a hard time to adjust your leg.

You tried to walk, sounds of pain escaping your mouth. You went to your door, wrapping your palms and pulling it, you left the room receiving a dark and eerie hallway.

You closed your door before placing the back of your hands on the wall to support you to wherever you were going, it was dimmed making you have a hard time to see.

You continuously to walk, your hands gliding around the wall before it stopped to a door. You slide down your hands trying to find the door knob, your hand stopped at a doorknob as you positioned yourself in front of the door.

You used your other hand to raise and gently knock the door, the man inside the room groaned before uttering the word "Come in..."

He said lazily, you wrapped your palm on the knob before twisting and opening the door, he saw you went through the door with his half lidded eye.

"[Y/N].? What are you doing awake at this hour?" He asked as he stared at you closing the door "Sorry Yu." You simply replied before resting at his bed, the action of course made you feel pain which you successfully hid it from him.

"Anything wrong?" He inquired quite taken back at the sudden action of yours taking him by suprise, you adjusted your position as you were now facing his chest.

Of course, the movement of adjusting made you feel pain which the detective could decipher "[N/N].." He muttered out your name while you didn't respond as you snuggled closer to him.

He wrapped his arms on you as he pulled you closer, he gently placed his palm on top of your hair as he began caressing and massaging it, you— on the other hand felt comfort despite the recent nightmare as you melt on to his touch.

Minutes passed by and your breath ceased and so is your chest from pumping heavy air while your heartbeat rhythm calmed down as you two slept peacefully.

. [📜] : I love him, like who doesn't? I've also noticed there isn't really much fics about him, sadly T_T

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Making a Reader x Ayatsuji (bec I love him) scenario rn, might not finish it for like days since tommorow is Monday (sadly grrr)

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—𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆

🕰 ,, fluff , not proofread

. ⏳ ; it was Jouno's birthday today and you decided to bake something for him.

You happily giggled making desserts for your love one, a cookie and a cake to be specific. It was Jouno's birthday, the person you love and admire.

He was currently at work while you were baking in the kitchen of your shared apartment, putting icing on the wake and preparing the dough for the cookies.

You placed the tray with the circle shaped dough on the oven, tapping buttons before letting the oven do its work.

Minutes passed by, you were waiting for the cookies to finish baking while you were pressing the buttons on the remote trying to find a video or a channel that pique your intrest.

Switching and switching channels with a bored look, clearly, there wasnt a single thing that caught your attention, that is, when the oven released a sound.

You perked at it glancing at the oven, it was complete, the cookies were now done and you could start with decorating it.

You hopped of the crouch running to the kitchen counter and putting your mittens to avoid getting burned. You opened the oven, carefully taking out the tray full of freshly baked cookies.

The scent of it made you melt, you can't wait for Jouno to taste it. You gently placed the tray on the counter.

You grabbed the icing as you positioned yourself to begin the works, you were shaking, shaking badly because you wanted to make these cookies perfect.

You bit your lip trying to calm down before starting to decorate it.

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"And... Done!" You happily exclaimed, eyeing the cookies with stars in your eyes, oh how bad you wished that Jouno would enjoy this.

You took off your mittens as you gnumbed your phone, quickly calling Jouno's number. You waited patiently for him to accept, you smiled when you heard his voice.

He hummed signaling that he accepted your call, you opened your mouth to say something.

"I made cookies, come and take a lookie."

. [📜] It was Jouno's birthday so I made this, this was rushed so I apologize, I have no idea what to write for his birthday sadly T_T

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