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Gakuu?💔💔💔😭🥲

wat do ya think about Sakamoto Days characters with like an girlfriend/bf that's very pretty but like very ignorant to it like they're an retired assassin "they're staring at my face they must be trying to kill us!" "they're staring at u bc ur pretty .."

Nagumo yoichi

It wasn’t paranoia if you were right.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Years of assassin work had honed your instincts to razor-sharp precision, and right now—right now—someone was staring at you.

Your fingers twitched towards a hidden knife as you leaned closer to your boyfriend. "Yoichi," you whispered. "Six o’clock. They’ve been staring for the last five minutes. Probably planning something."

Nagumo Yoichi, ever the trickster, barely hid his smirk as he took a sip of his drink. "Yeah? What do you think their plan is?"

"Assassination. Maybe a kidnapping. They could be waiting for the right moment to strike." Your voice was deadly serious.

Nagumo gave the so-called threat a once-over. It was an old woman in a sunhat, smiling as she fed birds at the café patio. "Sweetheart," he said, amused, "she’s looking at you because you’re pretty."

You blinked. "What? No. That makes no sense. She’s assessing weak points."

Nagumo chuckled, absolutely delighted by this conversation. "Oh, absolutely. You’re just so stunning that she’s trying to figure out how to take you down. But I gotta say, if that’s her plan, she’s really bad at being discreet."

Shin Asakura

"Shin, cover me. There's someone at two o’clock who won’t stop staring."

Shin, used to the constant adrenaline rush of being around former assassins, barely looked up from his food before sighing. "They’re looking at you because you’re gorgeous. Can you please just eat?"

You squinted. "No, there’s no way. It’s a tactical decision."

Shin groaned, rubbing his temples. "I can hear their thoughts. They’re literally thinking about how attractive you are. That’s it. That’s all they’re thinking about."

There was a long pause. "…Still sounds like a trap."

Shin banged his head on the table.

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki was already nervous when he realized people were looking at you. His anxiety doubled when you suddenly grabbed his wrist, eyes darting toward a group of whispering onlookers. "We're being watched."

"Yeah," Natsuki muttered, shifting awkwardly. "Because you’re, y’know, you."

"Exactly. They know my record."

"No, they—" He exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. "They think you’re beautiful."

You frowned, clearly struggling to process this information. "That makes even less sense."

Natsuki gave up.

Gaku

"We’ve got a tail."

Gaku perked up instantly, cracking his knuckles. "Where?"

You motioned towards a couple of teenagers stealing glances in your direction. "They’ve been watching for a while."

Gaku rolled his shoulders, ready to throw hands. "Yeah, okay, I’ll rough ‘em up real quick."

Before he could move, Kumanomi grabbed the back of his jacket. "No, you will not. They’re just checking out your partner."

Gaku scowled. "Then why are they looking at me, huh?"

Kumanomi sighed. "They’re wondering how someone like you pulled someone like her."

Gaku processed this for a second. "Oh. Yeah, fair."

Uzuki Kei

Uzuki didn’t even flinch when you leaned in and whispered, "That barista has been eyeing me suspiciously."

He took a slow sip of tea. "They’re looking at you because you’re beautiful."

You scoffed. "I’ve taken down over fifty people in my career. I know an assassin when I see one."

Uzuki gave you a long, tired stare. "They’re wondering if they should give you their number."

You furrowed your brows. "But why—"

"Because you’re stunning," Uzuki deadpanned.

Silence.

"…Still don’t buy it."

Uzuki took another long sip of tea. "Of course you don’t."

Shishiba

"Shishiba, there’s a guy at the ramen shop counter who keeps looking at me."

Shishiba didn’t even bother to look up from his newspaper. "Yeah."

"Should I take him out?"

Shishiba sighed, finally glancing at you. "You’re pretty. People stare. Just let it go."

You looked genuinely confused. "But what if he’s an enemy?"

"Then he’s a really bad one. Just eat your food."

You huffed but obeyed. Still, your hand hovered near your weapon just in case.

Shishiba rolled his eyes and turned the page.

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Im crying 💔💔💔

Hello! can you write a scenario about the men (nagumo, shin, uzuki, gaku) having a partner who they trust so much, turned out to be a traitor in disguise, planning to kill them.

a little angst won't hurt (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

also, I love your writings so much. Stay safe always, author! 💕💕

thank you! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. You stay safe too!(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Nagumo yoichi

Nagumo had always been untouchable, always the predator, never the prey. But as your blade slid between his ribs, something inside him cracked.

His breath hitched, a sharp exhale of pain escaping his lips. His dark eyes, always glinting with mischief, now held only disbelief. He staggered back, pressing a hand to the wound as warm blood seeped through his fingers.

“Damn,” he chuckled, but it was weak. “You actually got me.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you. “Was any of it real?”

Your silence cut deeper than the blade ever could.

For the first time in years, Nagumo felt something close to regret. And for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he could smile through it.

Shin asakura

He should have seen it coming. He should have heard it in your thoughts, noticed the flickers of doubt, the cracks in your voice. But love made him blind, deaf, foolish.

The second you moved, he felt it—the intent, the cold certainty in your mind. But by the time he reacted, it was too late.

The knife sank into his shoulder, and pain exploded through his body. His knees buckled, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he staggered back. His wide, betrayed eyes met yours. “You… You were lying to me this whole time?”

Your silence was the cruelest answer. Blood dripped from the blade in your hand, and for the first time, Shin couldn’t hear anything—not your thoughts, not his own.

Even now, part of him wished you would take it all back.

Uzuki kei

Uzuki didn’t flinch when your knife neared his throat. He had seen betrayal before. He had lived through it, drowned in it. But when the cold steel sliced into his side, something inside him shattered.

His fingers clenched around your wrist, stopping you from going deeper. Piercing blue eyes met yours—sharp and calculating, but beneath the intensity, there was something else. Something raw.

“How long?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “How long were you planning this?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

Uzuki’s grip tightened, his breath uneven. “I should’ve known,” he murmured, pressing a hand to his bleeding side.

For the first time in years, he let himself feel the weight of regret. And for the first time, he wished he hadn’t let himself believe in something so fragile.

Gaku

Gaku had been stabbed before. He had been beaten, broken, left for dead. But nothing—nothing—had ever hurt like this.

The knife buried deep into his abdomen, and for a second, he didn’t react. His body knew pain, but this? This was different.

He grabbed your wrist, bloodied fingers tightening around you, his breathing ragged. His wild grin was nowhere in sight. “Tell me this is a joke,” he muttered. “Tell me you’re messin’ with me.”

You only twisted the blade.

Gaku’s breath hitched, and his knees almost buckled. His chest ached, but not from the wound. He could take a hundred hits and still keep standing, but this? This was the first time he ever wanted to fall.

His fingers shook as he let you go. “If you wanted me dead so bad,” he rasped, voice breaking, “you should’ve just aimed for the heart.”

But you already had.

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UGHH THE NAGUMO SERIES WAS SO GOOD CAN U GIVE US A PART 4 PLS TYTYYSMM 😭😭

—𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕

⏳ ,, fluff , light angst , pt. 3 , read a/n

. 🕰 ; The past was catching up faster than you expected. What would've happened if he wasn't there?

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The night air was thick with the scent of rain, lingering from the earlier downpour. The dim streetlights flickered, casting elongated shadows as you made your way home.

Your fingers were still curled around your phone, Nagumo’s last message yesterday night glowing on the screen.

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

Your grip tightened. You should have blocked him then and there. Yet, your thumb hovered over the option, hesitation pooling in your chest.

You sighed, slipping your phone into your pocket as you reached your apartment complex. The familiar creak of the stairwell echoed around you as you climbed the steps. A normal night, just like any other.

Except it wasn’t.

Because as you reached your door, you felt it. That unmistakable prickle at the back of your neck, the phantom of a presence too familiar to ignore.

You weren’t alone.

Your body moved on instinct, fingers ghosting over the hilt of the blade hidden in your bag.

A slow clap cut through the silence.

"You still notice me that easily? I should be offended."

Your breath hitched.

Nagumo. Again

Leaning against the railing, dressed casually as if he had every right to be there, was the last person you wanted to see. The same infuriating smirk graced his lips, but his voided eyes gleamed with something deeper. Amusement. Calculation. Something you couldn’t quite place.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Your voice was sharper than intended.

He lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Easy there. I’m not here to fight. I was just wondering if you’d actually go home alone tonight."

Your stomach twisted as you tilted your head. "Why wouldn’t I?"

Nagumo’s smirk faltered, just for a second. "Because someone else was watching you before I got here."

A cold weight settled in your chest.

"I handled it," he continued, stretching his arms behind his head. "But, y'know, you should really stop pretending you’re safe."

Your fingers twitched. "I don’t need your help, Nagumo."

"Oh?" He stepped closer, his presence pressing against yours like a storm cloud ready to burst. "Then tell me, what were you planning to do if it wasn’t me standing here? If it was someone else? Someone with bad intentions?"

You scoffed. "I can take care of myself."

"Of course you can." His voice dropped, softer now. "But it’s not just you anymore, is it?"

Your breath caught.

Nagumo’s gaze didn’t waver, as if reading the exact thought in your mind. "You have too much to lose now. And whoever’s after you knows it."

Your fingers curled into fists. "I told you, I left all of that behind. There’s no reason for anyone to come after me."

Nagumo tilted his head, studying you. "You really believe that?"

You wanted to. God, you wanted to.

But the unease in your gut told you otherwise.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the distant hum of the city, the occasional drip of rainwater from the eaves above.

Then, Nagumo sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Look, I’m not here to drag you back. I just…" He hesitated, then shrugged. "I just don’t want you disappearing again."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You hated how easily he made you falter.

"Go home, Nagumo," you muttered, turning toward your door.

But before you could step inside, you felt it—a feather-light touch on your wrist. Just for a second. Just long enough to make you freeze.

"Be careful, alright?" His voice was unusually gentle. "If you need me, I’ll be around."

And just like that, he was gone.

Leaving you with a racing heart and a suffocating sense of uncertainty.

Who was watching you tonight? And if Nagumo hadn’t been there—what would’ve happened?

You exhaled shakily, pushing the thought aside. You couldn’t afford to dwell on it.

Not when the past was catching up faster than you ever expected.

. [📜] I'm sorry if this took so long, i've been really busy and currently forcing myself to write. I'm also sorry if this was short, I'll try to make a part 5 if someone requests it.

ˏ 「🗝」 Bound to the past = Symbolizing the reader being caught between the past and present, unable to fully escape.

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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sorry if I haven't written something in the past few days, im really busy since our exams r today and have been dealing with personal problems. I'll try to do ur requests once we're finished on our exam and other school works :)

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RION MY BABY

I don't know if you write for rion, but how would she react if her sweet girlfriend is being taken advantage of for her kindness?

Kind Doesn’t Mean Weak.

Rion had always known that you were too kind for your own good. It was one of the things she loved about you—how you always tried to see the best in people, how you never hesitated to help, how your warmth made people gravitate toward you.

But that kindness? Some people mistook it for weakness.

And that pissed Rion off.

She had let a lot of things slide. The way people constantly asked you for favors but never returned them. The way your so-called "friends" made you do all the work when they were supposed to help. The way they guilt-tripped you into doing things just because they knew you wouldn’t say no.

But tonight? Tonight was the last damn straw.

She, Nagumo, and Sakamoto had stopped by your job—a small café in town—to grab some food. Uzuki had tagged along, though he didn’t look particularly interested in being there. It was supposed to be a quick stop. Order, eat, leave.

But the moment Rion stepped inside, her mood soured.

Because there you were—running around, struggling to carry a ridiculous amount of trays while your lazy-ass co-workers sat around chatting.

Nagumo whistled, resting his hands behind his head. “Man, she’s really working her ass off, huh?”

“Too much,” Sakamoto added, frowning slightly.

Rion’s expression darkened. She was already marching toward the counter before anyone could stop her.

You spotted her just as you set down a tray, your tired face immediately lighting up. "Rion! I didn’t know you were coming by!"

Rion ignored your greeting, her sharp eyes scanning you. You looked exhausted.

"Why are you the only one working?" Her voice was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it.

You hesitated. "I mean… Everyone else was tired, so I thought—"

"They were tired?" Rion repeated, her smile twitching. "And you weren’t?"

You looked away, clearly unsure how to answer.

Nagumo leaned against the counter, smirking. "Oof. You walked right into that one."

Uzuki, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "They’re taking advantage of her," he said bluntly. His tone was neutral, but there was an undeniable sharpness to it.

Sakamoto crossed his arms, nodding in agreement. "It’s obvious."

Rion cracked her knuckles. "Yeah. Real obvious."

And then she turned, her gaze locking onto the group of slackers.

"Oi."

The café fell silent.

Your co-workers looked up, blinking as if they just now realized how much work you’d been doing. One of them opened their mouth, probably to make some weak excuse, but Rion wasn’t having it.

"You all got a problem with doing your own damn jobs?" she asked, voice dangerously light.

One of them stammered, "W-We just thought—"

"No, you didn’t." Rion took a step closer, tilting her head. "Because if you were thinking, you wouldn’t be making my girlfriend do all the work while you sit on your asses."

The group shifted uncomfortably. One of them tried to laugh it off. "C’mon, she said she didn’t mind—"

"She’s just nice. That’s not an excuse."

Your eyes widened slightly. You had never seen Rion like this—her usual playfulness replaced with something serious.

Nagumo chuckled. "You guys are in for it now. She’s really pissed."

"Not surprising," Uzuki muttered. "They deserve it."

Rion placed both hands on the counter, leaning in. "You all owe her. Big time. So here’s what’s gonna happen."

Silence. No one dared to interrupt.

"She’s done for the night. You’re cleaning up. You’re handling customers. You’re doing all the work she’s been covering for you." Rion’s eyes darkened. "And if I ever see you slacking off like this again… we’re gonna have a real problem. Got it?"

A frantic chorus of "Y-yeah!" and "Got it!" filled the air.

Satisfied, Rion turned back to you and grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward the door. "C’mon, sweetheart. You’re off work."

"But—"

"Nope." She shot you a sharp look. "You’re done."

Sakamoto, ever the responsible one, glanced at the staff. "We’ll still pay for our food, but she’s not working anymore tonight."

Nagumo clapped a hand on your shoulder. "Damn, sweetheart, you should’ve said something sooner! You’ve got the most terrifying girlfriend in town."

"She’s not terrifying," you murmured.

Uzuki, still standing by the counter, tilted his head slightly. "She kind of is."

Rion rolled her eyes before turning back to you, her voice softer. "You know I love you, right?"

You nodded. "Of course."

"Then do me a favor." She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. "Stop letting people take advantage of you."

You bit your lip, looking down. "I just… don’t want to upset anyone."

Rion sighed. "Darling. Some people need to be upset."

You blinked up at her.

Nagumo laughed. "Yeah, Rion's got a point. Sometimes, people only learn when you punch ‘em in the face—"

"That’s not what I meant," Rion muttered, exasperated.

You hesitated, then smiled softly. "You’re really protective, huh?"

Rion scoffed. "Obviously."

Sakamoto nodded. "She cares."

Nagumo grinned. "Too bad for anyone who messes with you, huh?"

Uzuki just hummed in agreement.

You let out a small laugh, warmth blooming in your chest. Rion squeezed your hand, her usual smirk returning.

"Let’s get out of here," she said, tugging you toward the door.

And as you stepped out into the night, surrounded by her warmth, you realized something—

Being kind didn’t mean being weak.

And with Rion by your side?

You’d never be taken advantage of again.

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HELLO! Can you write a fluff story where the reader's mission is to distract Uzuki. Despite knowing the plan, Uzuki willingly participates.

like the reader will be like " let's spend the night together" (not in a weird way) as a joke to distract him or something like that. ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

thank you!

Stay With Me Tonight

Uzuki Kei x Reader

You had one job tonight—keep Uzuki occupied.

Simple, right?

Except Uzuki Kei wasn’t the kind of person you could easily trick. He was sharp, calculating, always ten steps ahead of everyone else. If you thought you could just waltz in, bat your eyelashes, and keep him from interfering with your team’s plan, you were in for a rude awakening.

Still, you had to try.

You found him where you expected—perched on the edge of a rooftop, bathed in the cool glow of the city lights. The wind tugged at his white hair, making him look almost ethereal, but the sharp glint in his eyes reminded you exactly who you were dealing with.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.”

You barely had time to process his words before he turned his gaze to you, unreadable as always.

“I just got here, and you’re already calling me predictable?” You clutched your chest dramatically. “I thought I was more mysterious than that.”

Uzuki’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “You’re not.”

Ouch.

You sighed, stepping closer until you were beside him. From this height, the streets below looked almost peaceful. A stark contrast to what was probably happening elsewhere—exactly why you needed to keep Uzuki here as long as possible.

You shot him a sidelong glance. “So, what are you doing out here all alone? Brooding? Staring dramatically into the distance?”

His smirk deepened. “Waiting.”

“For me?” you teased.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, observing you with that quiet intensity of his. Then—

“Yes.”

Your heart did a weird little thing in your chest. Stupid. You were here to distract him, not get flustered yourself.

You shook it off, forcing a playful smile. “Well, if you were waiting for me, then how about we spend the night together?”

Silence.

A gust of wind passed between you, ruffling your clothes.

Uzuki didn’t even blink.

And that’s when you knew.

He saw right through you.

The corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest amusement. “That’s quite the offer.”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “What can I say? I’d hate for you to be lonely.”

Uzuki hummed, clearly entertained. He shifted slightly, turning his body just enough to face you fully. “Let me guess… This is your way of keeping me here?”

Damn it. You hated how easily he read you.

But instead of backing down, you doubled down. “Maybe. Is it working?”

For a moment, he simply stared at you, as if debating something in his head. Then—

“Yes.”

You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

Uzuki let out a low chuckle, resting his chin on his palm. “You don’t seem very prepared for success.”

Okay, he had a point. You weren’t expecting him to actually go along with it. Most people would roll their eyes or call your bluff—not Uzuki. He was leaning into it.

“You’re messing with me,” you accused.

He arched a brow. “Am I?”

“You definitely are.”

He said nothing, but the amusement in his eyes told you everything.

Still, you weren’t about to let him win this so easily. If he wanted to play, fine.

You sat down next to him, resting your arms on your knees. “Well, since you agreed and all, we should probably make it official. What do people do when they spend the night together?”

Uzuki actually seemed to consider it. “Talk, I suppose.”

You nodded sagely. “Okay. Let’s talk, then.”

A pause.

“…About what?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it.

That was a great question.

“…I don’t know,” you admitted. “I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

Uzuki exhaled through his nose, something between a laugh and a sigh. “You really didn’t plan this out, did you?”

“I was winging it.”

“I noticed.”

You playfully nudged his arm with your elbow. “Hey, don’t judge me. It’s working, isn’t it?”

Uzuki let out a soft hum, gaze flickering toward the distant city lights. “It is.”

You blinked. “Wait—so you’re really staying?”

“I said I would.”

“…Oh.”

You had expected resistance. You had prepared for teasing, for a verbal game of cat and mouse. You had not expected him to just go along with it.

Which meant either:

1. He really didn’t care about what your team was doing.

2. He found you far more interesting than stopping them.

3. He was just that entertained by watching you struggle.

None of those options were reassuring.

You squinted at him. “This feels like a trap.”

Uzuki smirked. “Does it?”

“Yes.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

Damn it. He had a point.

“…Fine,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. “I guess we’re spending the night together, then.”

“Guess so,” Uzuki echoed, his smirk widening ever so slightly.

You sighed, shaking your head—but despite yourself, you smiled.

Maybe distracting Uzuki wasn’t so bad after all.

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I'M THE HUSBAND AND HE'S THE WIFE CONFIRMED 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Really loves your writing!!! I have an idea for Nagumo and his biker!gf reader. Since Nagumo get sick car easily and recently reader just brought a new bike and wanted to try (praying Nagumo won't passed out lmao)

Fast and Furious (and a Little Nauseous)

(Nagumo Yoichi x Biker!Reader)

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing, and I hope you like this one too! Let me know if you ever want more!

Nagumo prided himself on being adaptable. Quick thinking, sharp reflexes—he could handle anything life threw at him.

Except, apparently, your brand-new motorcycle.

You stood beside it, running a loving hand over the sleek frame while Nagumo eyed it like it was a ticking time bomb. The matte black body gleamed under the afternoon sun, sleek and powerful, a machine built for speed.

“Well?” You turned to him, eyes practically glowing with excitement. “Wanna go for a ride?”

Nagumo smiled, but it was a little too forced to be genuine. “Ah, sweetheart, you know I get motion sick—”

“You’ll be fine,” you waved off his concern. “I’ll drive smoothly.”

Nagumo gave you a deadpan stare. “Your definition of ‘smooth’ and mine are very different.”

You smirked, throwing a leg over the bike and revving the engine. The sound purred through the air, making your grin widen. “Guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

Nagumo sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. He could dodge bullets, outwit assassins, but saying no to you? Impossible.

So that’s how he found himself clinging to your waist for dear life as you tore down the road like a bat out of hell.

The Ride from Hell (For Nagumo, at Least)

“Baby—!” Nagumo’s voice pitched higher as you leaned into a sharp turn, weaving effortlessly between cars. His arms tightened around you, his face pressed against your back as the world blurred past.

“You’re doing great, baby,” you called over the roar of the engine, completely unfazed.

“I feel like I’m dying—”

You laughed, and oh, you were having way too much fun with this.

He barely had time to complain before you hit the open highway, and that’s when you really let loose. The bike surged forward with a burst of speed, wind whipping against your skin as the adrenaline hit. You felt free, weightless, untouchable.

Nagumo, however, did not share your enthusiasm.

“You’re insane,” he choked out, his grip on you borderline bruising as you weaved through traffic like it was second nature.

“You love me for it,” you shot back.

“Debatable!”

You laughed again, tilting your head slightly as you took another smooth turn. The motion made Nagumo groan, burying his face deeper into your jacket.

“Oh, come on,” you teased, “you can handle assassinations, espionage, and high-stakes combat, but a little bike ride is too much for you?”

Nagumo grumbled something unintelligible against your back, his stomach doing flips as you accelerated again.

But even through the nausea, he couldn’t deny how good you looked—confident, completely in control, the wind in your hair and that wild, exhilarated grin on your face. It was hot, if he ignored the fact that he was one sharp turn away from passing out.

The Aftermath

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably just twenty minutes), you finally pulled into a quiet parking lot. Nagumo practically rolled off the bike, staggering like a man who had just survived a near-death experience.

“…Never again,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You swung off the bike, stretching with a content sigh before walking up to him. “You survived, though.”

Nagumo cracked one eye open to squint at you. “Barely.”

You smirked, stepping closer to rest a hand on his shoulder. “You looked cute holding onto me like that.”

Nagumo groaned, rubbing his face. “Don’t.”

“I mean it,” you murmured, tilting his chin up so he had to look at you. “All clingy and needy. It was kinda nice.”

His face twitched. “If I wasn’t still dizzy, I’d argue.”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his cheek. “Then I guess I’ll have to take advantage of it while you’re weak.”

Nagumo huffed, but his hands found your waist anyway, tugging you closer. His usual cocky grin was weaker than normal, but still there. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You smirked. “I know.”

And despite himself, despite his still-queasy stomach, Nagumo found himself smiling. Maybe—just maybe—he’d do it again.

…But definitely not today.

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Bass... I LOVE bass🙏🙏🙏

Hiiii can I request Shin and nagumo with a bassist girlfriend?? OwO

Deep Notes of Love

(Shin, Nagumo x Bassist!Reader)

Shin Asakura

Shin had seen you practice countless times. He’d sat beside you on the couch as you worked through complicated basslines, watched you get frustrated over a stubborn rhythm, and listened as you hummed out ideas late into the night. But watching you on stage? That was something else entirely.

He stood in the crowd, hands stuffed into his pockets, but his heart was beating too fast for him to play it cool. You looked incredible up there, bass slung low, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. The heavy pulse of the instrument vibrated through the air, sinking into his bones.

Then, as if you could sense his stare, you glanced at him mid-song.

And smirked.

Shin’s breath hitched.

His thoughts scattered.

His soul left his body.

After the show, he waited for you backstage, still feeling the aftershocks of your performance. When you finally appeared, a little sweaty, a little breathless, but absolutely glowing, he could barely get a word out.

“Well?” You tilted your head, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Did I impress you?”

Shin swallowed. His ears burned. “You—yeah. You’re insane.”

You laughed, stepping closer. “In a good way?”

“The best way.” His voice was quieter now, a little rougher. He reached out, fingertips brushing over your wrist before sliding his hand into yours. “I could watch you play forever.”

You smiled, squeezing his fingers. “Good. Because I plan on making you.”

Shin exhaled a soft chuckle before pulling you into a kiss—slow, lingering, still thrumming with the energy of your performance. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m keeping you,” he murmured.

Your grin widened. “I was never going anywhere.”

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Nagumo Yoichi

Nagumo had seen a lot of things in his life. He’d witnessed master assassins at work, survived impossible fights, and faked more deaths than he could count. But nothing—nothing—compared to the sight of you on stage.

He was in the back of the venue, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on his face. But the moment you started playing, his entire focus narrowed to only you. The way your fingers moved over the strings, how your body swayed with the rhythm, the pure confidence in your stance—it was intoxicating.

And the way the crowd looked at you? Yeah. He noticed.

After the set, he was already waiting backstage, leaning against the wall with that signature grin of his. When you walked up, bass case slung over your shoulder, he let out a low whistle.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he drawled. “If I didn’t already love you, I think that performance would’ve done me in.”

You snorted. “That bad, huh?”

“Oh, worse.” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “I think I felt my heart physically stop when you did that little smirk mid-solo. Very dangerous. I might need CPR.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything, Nagumo slid a hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His voice dropped lower, amusement flickering into something softer.

“Y’know,” he murmured, lips just brushing your ear, “I love the way you look at me when you play.”

You shivered at the warmth of his breath. “And how do I look at you?”

“Like I’m the only one in the crowd.” His grip on you tightened slightly. “Like the music’s just for me.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Maybe it is.”

Nagumo chuckled, then tilted your chin up with his fingers. “Well, if that’s the case…” His lips curled into a grin. “I definitely need a private concert sometime.”

You laughed, shaking your head, but before you could respond, he stole a kiss—deep, teasing, but laced with something undeniably real. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his smirk softening.

“You’re my favorite sound, y’know that?”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was impossible to ignore. “That was cheesy.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “But you love it.”

You sighed dramatically before tugging him in for another kiss. Yeah, you did.

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This made me giggle

I have another request can you do a nagumo x reader where reader is lowkey (high key) insane? Like just randomly staring at the most random things and then laughing or talking to the air waking up screaming and then just giggling before going back to sleep things like that

Mad Love

(Nagumo Yoichi x Insane! Reader)

Nagumo had seen a lot of weird things in his life. Assassins who could bend bullets, an old man who could kill someone with a candy wrapper, even a guy who dodged death like it was a game of tag. But you? You were a different kind of bizarre.

And Nagumo Yoichi, self-proclaimed master of unpredictability, had never been more entertained.

The first time he realized something was off, he woke up in the middle of the night to your bloodcurdling scream.

His instincts kicked in immediately. He grabbed a knife from under his pillow, ready to fight off whoever—or whatever—had made you scream like that. But when he turned to you, expecting blood or an intruder, you were just lying there. Blankets bunched up to your chest, eyes half-lidded, and a lazy grin on your face.

You giggled. "Oops. False alarm."

Then you rolled over and went back to sleep like nothing happened.

Nagumo lay there, staring at the ceiling. His knife was still in his hand. He wasn't sure whether he should be concerned or impressed.

Then there was the time he caught you having a full-blown conversation with the air.

"…and that’s why I don’t trust them," you muttered, nodding sagely.

Nagumo leaned against the doorway, watching you with mild amusement. "Who’s ‘them’?"

You blinked, as if only just realizing he was there. Then, with a completely straight face, you said, "The pigeons, Yoichi. They’re planning something."

He snorted. "Oh, obviously. How could I forget?"

You went back to staring at the ceiling, as if listening to someone. Then you gasped. "Wait. What do you mean, betrayal?"

Nagumo arched a brow. "Are you breaking up with the ghosts again?"

You sighed, shoulders slumping. "No. But they’re really testing my patience."

He grinned. "Good thing I’m your real boyfriend, then."

You just stared at him for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing—loud, unhinged, tears-in-your-eyes laughing.

Nagumo just smirked. Yeah. He was keeping you forever.

One afternoon, he found you standing in the middle of the living room, staring intensely at a spoon on the table. You didn’t blink. You didn’t move. Just… stared.

Nagumo sat on the couch, rested his chin on his palm, and watched.

"Waiting for it to talk back?" he asked after five minutes.

You didn’t answer.

Ten minutes passed. Nagumo started placing bets with himself about whether you’d blink before the spoon did.

After fifteen minutes, you let out a dramatic sigh. "No. Just wondering how many people I could kill with this."

Nagumo grinned. "That’s my girl."

The thing was, Nagumo wasn’t normal either. He was a liar, a killer, a walking enigma wrapped in bad jokes and a smug smile. But you? You weren’t just unpredictable—you were a delightful mystery.

Some days, he wanted to solve you. Other days, he just wanted to sit back and enjoy the chaos.

Either way, he was in for the ride.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Gaku's one was such adorabs

HIII hope you’re doing great ^^ i have a request with nagumo shin natsuki and heisuke dating a kind and cute girl AND their families (idk like sakamoto, mafuyu etcetc) want to meet her and they are testing her even if she’s really kind

I love this idea so much!! I had a lot of fun writing it, but honestly, I wasn’t completely satisfied with how it turned out—so I really hope you like it! Let me know if you want any changes!

You knew dating an assassin came with challenges, but apparently, the real test was dealing with their protective families.

And today? Today, you were being evaluated.

Nagumo yoichi

I sat beside Yoichi, hands neatly folded in my lap, smiling politely despite the heavy tension in the air. Across from us, Rion Akao paced back and forth, eyes sharp as she studied me like I was a suspect in a murder case.

Taro Sakamoto sat beside her, arms crossed, unreadable as ever.

“So,” Rion finally spoke, stopping in front of me, “you’re really dating this guy?” She jabbed a finger at Yoichi, who waved lazily, grinning.

I nodded. “Mhm! Yoichi is really sweet, you know?”

Rion scoffed so hard it was almost a laugh. She turned to Sakamoto. “Did she just say something insane?”

Sakamoto let out a deep sigh.

“I mean it!” I said earnestly. “He always remembers my favorite snacks, holds my hand when I’m nervous, and—oh! One time, I was feeling down, and he spent hours making me a really cute origami bouquet!”

Nagumo smirked. “You see? I’m a romantic.”

Rion narrowed her eyes. “You’re a liar.”

I blinked. “No, he really did that.”

“He did that to mess with your head.”

I tilted my head. “But… it worked. I felt better.”

Rion groaned, rubbing her temples. “You’re too nice.”

Sakamoto finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Nagumo’s dangerous. If you’re with him, you’ll be in danger too.”

I met his gaze and nodded. “I know.”

Rion’s pacing stopped.

“Okay then,” she said slowly. “Prove it.”

Nagumo sighed. “Oh my god, you guys.”

Rion ignored him. “Let’s say Nagumo gets captured and tortured for intel. What do you do?”

I tilted my head. “Oh, I trust him. I’m sure he wouldn’t get captured.”

The room went silent.

Rion blinked at me. “…What?”

I smiled. “It’s Yoichi. If someone tried to capture him, he’d either talk his way out of it, escape before it even happened, or trick them into thinking they were the ones caught.”

Nagumo grinned. “See? She gets me.”

Rion groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Oh my god, you’re delusional.”

Sakamoto, however, nodded slightly, as if he actually agreed with me.

“But,” I continued, “if by some impossible chance he did get captured, I’d find him and take him back.”

Rion squinted. “And if I was the one who took him?”

I smiled sweetly. “Then I’d negotiate first… and if that didn’t work, I’d take him back by force.”

Nagumo let out a low whistle. “See? Perfect.”

Rion muttered something under her breath. “…Alright, maybe you’re not as helpless as I thought.”

She crossed her arms, eyeing me up and down. “Next question. What’s the worst thing about Nagumo?”

I thought for a moment. “…Oh, that’s easy! He’s always teasing people.”

Rion huffed. “That’s the best thing you could come up with?”

“Well, I like everything else about him.”

Nagumo placed a hand over his heart. “I might cry.”

“Shut up,” Rion and Sakamoto said in unison.

Rion sighed. “Alright. Final test.”

Sakamoto pulled out a knife and slid it across the table. “If Nagumo ever betrays you, would you be able to kill him?”

The air shifted.

I picked up the knife, holding it delicately.

Nagumo watched me, relaxed as always. I met his gaze.

Then I smiled. “I trust Yoichi. If he betrayed me, he’d have a very good reason.”

Something flickered in his eyes.

Rion scoffed. “So you wouldn’t kill him?”

I tilted my head. “If he truly betrayed me… then yes, I could.”

Nagumo smirked. “She is perfect.”

Sakamoto nodded approvingly. Rion still looked suspicious, but she finally leaned back in her chair, arms crossed.

“…Fine. I still think you could do better,” she muttered. “But you’re not an idiot. I respect that.”

I beamed. “Thank you!”

Rion sighed, rubbing her temples. “Whatever. You’re stuck with him now, so good luck.”

Nagumo grabbed my hand. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

Rion threw a knife at his head.

Nagumo dodged, still smirking. “Ah, classic Rion.”

Shin Asakura

Shin was nervous. Very nervous.

“Are you okay?” you asked, holding his hand as you both stood in front of the Sakamoto household.

“No,” Shin said immediately. “Lu’s involved in this, which means chaos. Hana’s unpredictable. And Sakamoto—” He inhaled. “He knows everything I’m thinking.”

The door swung open before he could knock.

Lu grinned. “You’re late.”

“We weren’t given a time—” Shin tried, but she pulled you inside.

The first test was immediate.

Hana stood in front of you, holding up a picture she very clearly drew herself. “If you don’t say my art is amazing, I’m kicking you out.”

You beamed. “This is beautiful, Hana-chan! The colors are so lively, and I can tell you put a lot of effort into it!”

Hana squinted at you. Then turned to Shin. “She’s either really nice or a liar.”

Lu leaned in. “Would you fight someone for Shin?”

You smiled softly. “I don’t like violence. But if someone tried to hurt him, I’d protect him with everything I have.”

Lu whistled. “Oh, she’s dangerous. I like her.”

Finally, Sakamoto sat across from you, silently watching.

Shin tensed. “Boss, please don’t make this scary—”

Sakamoto leaned back, satisfied. “You’re good. Shin’s lucky.”

Shin groaned. “I hate this family.”

You giggled. “I love them.”

Shin turned to you in horror.

Lu clapped his back. “Oh, you’re so doomed.”

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki underestimated how insane this was going to be.

Mafuyu, his younger brother, had immediately dragged you away the second you entered the Seba household.

“I need to test if you’re worthy of my brother,” Mafuyu said seriously. “If you fail, I’ll make him break up with you.”

Natsuki groaned. “Mafuyu, seriously—”

“Silence, loser,” Mafuyu said, then turned back to you. “First question. If you were a fish, what fish would you be?”

You blinked. “Oh! A clownfish, maybe? They seem friendly.”

Mafuyu hummed. “Acceptable. Next. You’re in the middle of a battle. You have one weapon. What do you choose?”

“I… don’t like fighting,” you admitted.

Mafuyu narrowed his eyes. “Trick question. The correct answer is ‘Natsuki.’”

Natsuki pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re so weird.”

Mafuyu ignored him. “Final question. Do you think my brother is cool?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

Mafuyu gasped dramatically. “Oh my god. She’s delusional.”

Natsuki groaned. “That’s enough, Mafuyu—”

Mafuyu crossed his arms. “Fine. You pass.”

Natsuki blinked. “Wait, what?”

Mafuyu shrugged. “She’s obviously nice, and she likes you even though you’re lame. That means she’s loyal.”

Natsuki narrowed his eyes. “I feel very insulted, but I’ll take it.”

Mafuyu nodded. “You have my blessing.”

Natsuki sighed. “Great. Now never talk to my girlfriend again.”

Mafuyu smirked. “Absolutely not.”

Heisuke Mashimo

Heisuke’s “family” was basically just Sakamoto, Shin, Lu, and Hana, and they immediately went feral with their tests.

Sakamoto just stared at you for a while, then nodded. “Alright. You pass.”

Shin and Lu immediately protested.

“No,” Shin said. “She has to prove she can handle Heisuke’s stupidity.”

You blinked. “He’s not stupid, though.”

Silence.

Lu slowly turned to Heisuke. “You brainwashed her.”

Heisuke pouted. “I did not.”

Shin crossed his arms. “Alright. If Heisuke had to snipe something and missed, what would you do?”

You smiled sweetly. “I’d tell him he did his best and that I believe in him.”

Shin and Lu exchanged horrified glances.

“Oh god,” Lu whispered. “She’s an enabler.”

Heisuke grinned. “I love her.”

Sakamoto sighed. “She’s fine. Let them be.”

Lu groaned. “Fine. But if they end up married, I want a separate house far away from the secondhand embarrassment.”

Heisuke just hugged you, grinning. “I knew they’d love you!”

Shin put his head in his hands. “I need a drink.”

Gaku

Gaku didn’t even try to stop Kumanomi.

“I mean, if she can’t survive you, she probably can’t survive me either,” he reasoned, hands in his pockets.

You just tilted your head, smiling sweetly at Kumanomi. “It’s nice to meet you!”

Kumanomi smirked. “We’ll see about that. Sit.”

You obediently took a seat. Gaku leaned against the wall, watching like this was a free show.

Kumanomi pulled out a piece of paper. “Alright, sweetheart. First question: If Gaku loses a fight, what do you do?”

You blinked. “Oh! I’d help him up and tell him he did great.”

Gaku snorted. “Baby. I don’t lose.”

Kumanomi ignored him. “Second question: If you had to fight Gaku, what’s your strategy?”

You thought for a moment. “Um… Distract him with a video game and then run?”

Gaku threw his head back laughing. “That’s actually so smart—”

Kumanomi narrowed her eyes. “Interesting. Third question: Do you think Gaku is intelligent?”

You nodded earnestly. “Of course!”

Kumanomi stared at you like you’d grown three heads. “Oh my god. You’re delusional.”

Gaku burst out laughing. “She likes me, Kumanomi. Of course she’s a little insane.”

Kumanomi sighed. “Final question. If someone flirts with Gaku, what do you do?”

You blinked, then smiled. “I’d probably just hold his hand and remind them he’s taken.”

Gaku grinned. “Aww, babe—”

Kumanomi smirked. “Wrong answer. You fight them.”

Your smile wavered. “But I don’t like fighting…”

Kumanomi nodded solemnly. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.”

Gaku grinned. “Wait. This means she passes, right?”

Kumanomi rolled her eyes. “She’s too nice for you, but whatever. She’s cute. I’ll allow it.”

Gaku whooped, throwing an arm around you. “Hell yeah, my girl’s approved!”

Kumanomi sighed. “Just don’t get her arrested.”

Gaku smirked. “No promises.”

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THIS MADE MY DAY AVKCKCKKXJSJ

I HAD AN IDEAAAAA

Could u write about Nagumo and f!reader playing pocky game? Since he likes pocky and I was thinking that's something he'd do with his girl idk

The Pocky Game Gone Wrong (Or Right?) – Nagumo Yoichi x Reader

It starts with a simple craving.

You’re curled up on the couch, unwinding after a long day, when you remember the unopened box of Pocky sitting in your bag. You’d picked it up earlier on a whim—just a light snack, nothing special. But the second you rip open the packaging, you feel it.

Nagumo is watching you.

It’s subtle at first—the weight of his gaze from across the room, the way his dark eyes gleam with interest. He doesn’t say anything right away, just observes as you pull out a stick and bring it to your lips.

Then, faster than you can react, his hand snatches the box from your grasp, his movements swift and effortless.

“Yoink~”

You snap your head toward him. “Nagumo.”

He grins, already twirling a Pocky stick between his fingers, the same effortless showmanship he applies when handling knives. His posture is relaxed, one knee propped up on the couch, but there’s something unmistakably mischievous in his expression.

“Pocky, huh?” he muses, slipping one end between his lips. “Good choice.”

You roll your eyes, reaching for the box. “Give it back.”

“Now, now,” he drawls, holding it just out of reach. “What’s the fun in that?”

You narrow your eyes. “What do you want?”

Nagumo smirks, leaning in slightly. “Ever played the Pocky Game?”

Your breath catches, but you force yourself to stay unimpressed. “You mean the game where two people eat from opposite ends until one gives up or—”

“—they kiss?” he finishes, dark eyes glinting. “Exactly.”

You cross your arms. “And let me guess, you want to play?”

“Obviously.” He rests his chin on his palm, still smirking. “Gotta keep our relationship exciting, don’t I?”

You scoff. “You just want an excuse to mess with me.”

“Mm, maybe.” His voice drops a little lower, playful but challenging. “Or maybe I just want to kiss you.”

Your face heats up, but you refuse to back down. “Fine,” you say, lifting your chin. “But don’t expect me to lose.”

Nagumo grins like you just stepped into his trap.

He bites down on one end of the Pocky, offering you the other. The second you take it, the air changes.

You chew carefully, keeping your pace even, matching his movements. He does the same, dark eyes never leaving yours, an infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.

The space between you shrinks.

You can feel his breath now, warm and steady. Your pulse quickens, but you keep going, determined not to break first.

A few more bites, and your lips are nearly touching.

Then, without warning, Nagumo shifts.

Instead of taking the last bite, he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in. His lips crash against yours before you can react, the taste of chocolate and something unmistakably him overwhelming your senses.

The Pocky snaps between you, forgotten.

Nagumo kisses like he fights—effortless, calculated, but with an undercurrent of danger that sends a thrill down your spine. His tongue brushes against your lips, teasing, coaxing, and you don’t even realize you’ve parted them until he deepens the kiss.

Your fingers curl into his shirt as he tilts his head, his grip firm but never forceful. The heat of his body, the way he takes control so easily—it’s dizzying. Your breath hitches as his gloved hand slides to your waist, pressing you closer.

By the time he finally pulls back, you’re breathless.

Nagumo licks his lips, as if savoring the taste of both the chocolate and you. His smirk is back, but there’s something darker in his gaze now—satisfaction, amusement, and maybe a hint of smug pride.

“Guess I win,” he murmurs.

Your heart is racing. Your mind is a mess. You’re still trying to process what just happened when he plucks another Pocky stick from the box.

“Best out of three?”

You should say no. You should.

But when he places the Pocky between his lips again, that same knowing look in his eyes…

You bite down without hesitation.

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THESE WERE ALL SO CUTE

ohhh i got an idea ! imagine some of them having little kids like heisuke shishiba nagumo natsuki and shin and their kids tell them that they want to marry their mom (the reader)

"I’m Gonna Marry Mommy!"

(heisuke, shishiba, nagumo, natsuki, shin)

Raising kids wasn’t easy—especially for men who were used to a life of danger, strategy, and, in some cases, pure chaos. But nothing could have prepared them for the ultimate enemy: their own children trying to steal their wife.

Ahh, sorry it took kinda long! But I hope you like it! Their little kids being total Mama’s boy/girl was too cute to writeෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

Heisuke

Heisuke was lounging on the couch when his five-year-old son, Kaito, climbed onto his lap with a serious expression. Heisuke knew that look—it was the same one he got when he was about to take a long-distance shot.

“Dad,” Kaito said solemnly.

Heisuke raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“I’ve decided,” Kaito announced, gripping his tiny fists. “I’m gonna marry Mommy when I grow up.”

Heisuke blinked. Then blinked again.

“Wait—huh?”

Kaito puffed out his chest. “You always say Mommy is the most beautiful person ever and that you love her more than anything. So I wanna do that too!”

Heisuke stared at his son, then at you, who was in the kitchen humming while cooking. Then back at Kaito.

“…I respect your ambition, buddy, but there’s a little problem with that plan.”

Kaito frowned. “What?”

Heisuke smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. “Mommy’s already married. To me.”

Kaito gasped, horrified. “No fair!”

You turned around, confused. “What’s going on?”

Kaito pointed an accusing finger at Heisuke. “Dad stole you from me!!”

You bit back a laugh while Heisuke grinned in victory.

“Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to find your own amazing wife someday,” Heisuke said smugly, while Kaito pouted, crossing his arms.

“This is the worst day ever.”

Shishiba

Shishiba had never expected fatherhood, but his three-year-old daughter, Mei, had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. She was currently sitting on his lap, playing with his tie, when she looked up at him with her big, round eyes.

“Papa?”

“Mm?”

“I wanna marry Mama.”

Shishiba froze. “…Come again?”

Mei nodded enthusiastically, holding up her small hands. “I love Mama! She’s so pretty and nice and gives me kisses!”

Shishiba exhaled through his nose. “That’s… true.”

“So I’m gonna marry her!” Mei declared, as if it was already set in stone.

Shishiba rubbed his temples. “Yeah, no. That’s not happening.”

Mei pouted. “Why?”

Shishiba leaned down, his usual deadpan expression unwavering. “Because I already married her.”

Mei’s eyes widened in betrayal. “YOU DID?!”

You walked into the room just in time to see Mei clinging to Shishiba’s leg, wailing, “Papa, how could you?! I thought we were besties!”

Shishiba sighed, looking at you. “Your daughter wants to steal my wife.”

You chuckled, picking up Mei and kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll always be my baby.”

Mei sniffled. “Can I at least have cuddles?”

Shishiba grumbled. “Fine.”

You ended up sandwiched between them, with Mei hugging you tight and Shishiba grumbling about his daughter’s ‘betrayal.’

Nagumo

Nagumo was used to tricks, deception, and unpredictability. But he wasn’t prepared for his own four-year-old son, Riku, casually dropping a bombshell while they were playing.

“Papa, I’m gonna marry Mama.”

Nagumo almost dropped his playing cards. “Huh?”

Riku grinned, showing off his missing front tooth. “I love Mama, so I’m gonna marry her when I grow up!”

Nagumo smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. “That’s cute, kid, but I married her first.”

Riku huffed. “I can fight you for her!”

Nagumo laughed. “Oh? You think you can take me, huh?”

Riku nodded fiercely. “Mama kisses my boo-boos. Does she kiss yours?”

Nagumo squinted. “…You little punk.”

You entered the room, seeing Riku holding his tiny fists up while Nagumo held up his hands in mock surrender.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Nagumo pointed at Riku. “Your son is challenging me to a duel for your hand in marriage.”

Riku nodded seriously. “Mama, you’ll marry me, right?”

You giggled, crouching down to kiss Riku’s forehead. “You’ll always be my handsome little prince.”

Nagumo groaned dramatically. “Betrayed by my own family.”

Riku grinned. “Heh. Get rekt, Dad.”

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki was brushing his six-year-old daughter’s hair when she suddenly turned to him with a pout.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna marry Mommy.”

Natsuki paused mid-brush. “…Oh?”

His daughter crossed her arms. “She makes the best pancakes and gives the best cuddles! I want to marry her.”

Natsuki grinned, setting down the brush. “Hmm, well, that’s a problem, sweetheart. She’s already mine.”

His daughter gasped. “WHAT?!”

Natsuki nodded, smug. “Yep. I called dibs.”

“That’s not fair!”

He chuckled. “Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to find someone else.”

His daughter pouted before suddenly perking up. “Fine! Then I’ll marry someone like Mommy!”

Natsuki grinned. “Good taste, kid.”

When you walked in, your daughter ran up to you and hugged your leg. “Mommy, can you make me pancakes?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Natsuki smirked. “See? She’s all mine.”

Your daughter glared at him. “I’m gonna find someone even better than you, Daddy.”

Natsuki gasped. “Rude!”

Shin

Shin was sitting on the floor, watching TV with his son, Haru, when the little boy suddenly grabbed his arm.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“I wanna marry Mommy!” Haru declared.

Shin nearly choked on his drink. “Wh-What?”

Haru beamed. “Mommy gives the best hugs, and she always makes me my favorite food! I wanna marry her when I grow up!”

Shin rubbed his temple. “Uh, kid… that’s not really how it works.”

Haru frowned. “Why not?”

Shin sighed. “Because Mommy’s already married. To me.”

Haru gasped. “No way!”

You walked in, seeing Haru looking devastated while Shin looked amused.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Haru sniffled. “Daddy married you first.”

You chuckled, kneeling to hug him. “You’ll always be my little prince, okay?”

Haru brightened. “Really?”

“Of course.”

Shin sighed. “Looks like I have competition.”

Haru smirked. “That’s right, old man.”

Shin groaned while you laughed, watching your son cuddle into your arms, completely victorious.

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If I were to make a Sakamoto fanfic book, would anyone read it..

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Is it only me or i feel like lower case intended fics r so good,,

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THIS IS SO CUTE

Hiiiii can you make a nagumo x reader where reader is super girly liking hello kitty sanrio pink etc? Also I love your fics :D

Pink, Knives, and Chaos

(Nagumo Yoichi x Super Girly! Reader)

This is so cute! I had so much fun writing it, and I hope you love it as much as I loved working on it! Let me know if you want more! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Nagumo Yoichi had seen a lot of strange things in his life. Assassins who could crush skulls with a single punch, people surviving impossible wounds, secret organizations hiding in plain sight—but nothing, nothing, compared to the sheer power you wielded as a pink-obsessed, Sanrio-loving menace.

And the most terrifying part? You had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured little finger.

It started off as just another morning. Nagumo rolled over in bed, stretching lazily, only to be met with an explosion of pink. He blinked.

“Yoichi.” Your voice was sweet, too sweet. “Did you use my Hello Kitty towel?”

Nagumo cracked an eye open to see you standing by the bed, hands on your hips, looking cute as hell in an oversized My Melody hoodie. He smirked. “Yeah. Smelled nice.”

Your eye twitched. “It was white before.”

“Still is, mostly,” he yawned, sitting up. “What’s the big deal?”

You dramatically flopped onto the bed beside him. “The big deal is that you keep touching my things, getting blood or whatever assassin grime you have on them! Do you have any respect for Hello Kitty?”

He grinned, propping himself up on one elbow. “Baby, I’d kill for Hello Kitty if it made you happy.”

“…Don’t joke about that.” You huffed, but you were already melting. You tried to glare at him, but he only leaned closer, brushing his fingers against your cheek.

“You love me,” he murmured, voice smug.

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Unfortunately.”

Nagumo chuckled and sat up, stretching. “Alright, alright. No more using your sacred Sanrio relics without permission.”

You squinted. “That sounds fake.”

“Cross my heart.” He made a little X over his chest. “Now, are we getting breakfast, or do I have to steal your Kuromi mug to get you moving?”

You gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His grin widened. “Wouldn’t I?”

Later that day, you were wandering through a mall, dragging Nagumo behind you. Well, dragging might’ve been the wrong word—he followed easily, hands tucked into his pockets, more entertained by your excitement than by the stores themselves.

“Oh my god, look at these!” You grabbed a pair of pink, glittery headphones off a shelf. “Aren’t they cute?”

Nagumo raised an eyebrow. “You already have headphones.”

You gasped, clutching your chest. “It’s not about needing them! It’s about vibes, Yoichi!”

“Vibes, huh?” He smirked, watching as you immediately moved on to the next display—plushies, stationery, keychains, all covered in adorable Sanrio characters. He leaned on a shelf, observing you like he was analyzing a mission.

Your world was so bright, so soft, so opposite of his own, and yet, somehow, you had made a space for him in it. It was ridiculous, really. He was an assassin, a ghost in the underworld, and here he was, in a Sanrio store, debating whether or not to buy you a Hello Kitty dagger.

“Yoichi!” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You were holding up a pink hoodie with a cute little bow on the hood. “You’d look so good in this.”

He chuckled. “Baby, do I look like someone who wears pink?”

You gave him a once-over. “You’re literally wearing a floral shirt right now.”

“Touché.”

You grinned, holding the hoodie up to his chest. “Just try it on.”

Nagumo sighed dramatically, but he didn’t resist. You squealed in victory as he pulled the hoodie over his head. It was soft, oversized, and a little ridiculous—but the way your eyes lit up made him consider wearing it every damn day.

“You have to get it,” you said, clinging to his arm.

He smirked. “Only if I get to pick something for you.”

You hesitated. “…Nothing weird.”

He grabbed a black Kuromi bomber jacket off the rack. “Match with me?”

Your heart stuttered. “That’s… unfair.”

Nagumo leaned down, his voice a low whisper. “Come on, sweetheart. We’d look hot.”

You groaned, knowing damn well you couldn’t resist him when he used that voice. “Fine.”

That evening, you sat curled up on the couch, surrounded by your latest Sanrio haul. Nagumo was beside you, flipping a knife between his fingers absentmindedly.

“You know,” he mused, “for someone who loves cute things, you sure picked an assassin for a boyfriend.”

You looked up at him, thoughtful. “Yeah, but you fit in my world perfectly.”

Nagumo stilled for a moment before smirking. “Damn right I do.”

And just like that, he pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My little pink menace.”

You pouted. “That’s you, actually.”

“True,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around you. “Guess we’re a perfect match.”

And maybe, just maybe—you were.

[ilylmwwifys]

—𝑬𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

⏳ ,, fluff , one-shot

. 🕰 ; Permanents on each other—marks not just of ink, but understanding.

“You sure about this?” you asked, rolling up your sleeves and adjusting the tattoo machine in your hand.

Nagumo grinned, lounging lazily in the chair across from you. “Course I am. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I mess up and give you the worst tattoo of your life.”

He snorted. “Then it’ll still be our worst tattoo. That’s gotta count for something.”

You shook your head, biting back a smile. “Idiot.”

The tattoo parlor was quiet, save for the steady hum of the needle. The air smelled of antiseptic and ink, and in this dim light, Nagumo looked almost relaxed—which was rare for him, since by now—he would probably leave a comment how you suck at this.

You had spent the past hour going back and forth about what tattoo to give each other. And considering the insane designs already covering Nagumo’s skin, fractals, paradoxes, cryptic quotes—you knew it had to be something that fit.

“Alright,” you said, tapping the stencil on his forearm. “Final call. Last chance to back out.”

Nagumo glanced down at the design and smirked.

A Möbius strip.

An infinite loop. A paradox. A representation of eternity, self-reference, and a never-ending path—which, frankly, fit Nagumo perfectly.

“I like it,” he said. “It suits me, don’t you think?”

You huffed. “A shape that never stops contradicting itself? Yeah, it’s perfect.”

Nagumo laughed. “Flattered.”

You rolled your eyes but focused as you pressed the needle to his skin. The machine buzzed to life, and you carefully traced the lines, your hand steady despite the weight of the moment.

Nagumo didn’t flinch—not that you expected him to. He just watched, smirking every now and then. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had practice.”

“On what? Grapefruits?”

You arched a brow. “You really want to test me while I have a needle in your arm?”

Nagumo chuckled but wisely stayed still.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence. (Thankfully)

Then, as you wiped away excess ink, you leaned back and admired your work.

The Möbius strip sat cleanly on his skin, the loops seamless.

Nagumo turned his arm, grinning. “Damn. You are good.”

You scoffed. “Of course,no shit”

He chucled before he ran his fingers over it before looking at you, eyes glinting. “Your turn.”

You eyed him warily. “I swear, Nagumo, if you put something dumb on me—”

“Oh, ye of little faith.” He tsked. “I’m a professional.”

“no bitch u aren't”

Nagumo smirked, already prepping the stencil. “Trust me.”

You sighed, offering your forearm. “Fine. What am I getting?”

He pressed the design onto your skin, then leaned back, watching your reaction.

Your breath caught.

It was the Golden Ratio Spiral.

A symbol of harmony, balance, and the patterns that exist in all things—from nature to art to the very way galaxies form.

You looked up at him, something unspoken passing between you.

“…You sure about this?” you asked quietly. (You literally did NOT want your arm to get ruined by his crusty musty ahh drawing skills)

Nagumo grinned, his usual teasing lilt softening. “Yeah. It suits you, don’t you think?”

“Anything suits me, bitch”

A symbol of order in a world full of chaos. A reminder that even in randomness, there was always meaning.

You swallowed. “It’s… good, I guess. ”

Nagumo hummed, satisfied. “told you”

The needle buzzed to life again, and you let him mark you—permanent, intentional, just like the ink on his own skin.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the closest thing to forever either of you would ever need.

. [📜] I was fighting my giggles for this💔💔 anyway, u can think this as a continuation of "An art, not a Scar"

ˏ 「🗝」 Etched in Infinity = A nod to the Möbius strip (infinite loop) and the Golden Ratio (endless patterns in nature). Represents how your bond is never-ending.

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

[ilylmwwifys]

hi!! i'm the anon who requested the sakadays x reader with regular jobs. thank you so much for writing my request. i absolutely loved it!! all these little drabbles feel like they could be full fics.

like what if editor/proofreader helped uzuki to do “research” for his romance novel? how would nagumo's fans react to rumors of a relationship with his makeup artist? will vet shin ever make a move on the reader? what if gaku does get badly injured in the ring how will the reader react? also loved that natsuki and shishiba had similar dynamic with the reader. i will never get enough of bakery/cafe worker falling in love with a customer!! :”)

those are just my thoughts i got from your writing ahaha. once again thank you so much!! when i saw it yesterday it made my day. i'm glad you loved the idea and chose to write it ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

I'm so happy you enjoyed it!! Your request was such a fun concept to explore, and I’m really glad it resonated with you. And I can definitely see these drabbles expanding into full fics. Maybe I’ll have to do that in the future! Thanks again for the idea!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I hope you like this response—I wasn’t really satisfied with how I wrote it, but still, I hope you enjoy it!

Research Gets... Personal (Uzuki Kei x Editor!Reader)

"You need to be more specific," you say, flipping through the draft Uzuki handed you.

Uzuki narrows his eyes. "It’s fine."

"It’s not," you counter, tapping at a highlighted section. "His lips met hers in a kiss. It was warm. That’s it? That’s all the description you’re giving?"

Uzuki crosses his arms. "It gets the point across."

You exhale dramatically. "Kei. If you want your romance novel to be good, you need more detail. What kind of warmth? Gentle? Searing? Does the world blur around them? Does his heart race?"

Uzuki looks increasingly uncomfortable, but you don’t let up. Instead, you lean in, close enough that he can count your lashes.

"You don’t even know how to describe a kiss, do you?" you tease.

His throat bobs. "I—"

"Should I help you research?" You smile innocently, fingers brushing against his wrist.

Uzuki stiffens. Then, in the calmest voice imaginable, he says, "Get out."

You burst out laughing. "Alright, alright, I’ll behave—"

The door slams open.

"UZUKI—oh."

Nagumo stands there, glancing between the two of you. His grin is immediate. "Am I interrupting something~?"

Uzuki grabs his manuscript and throws it at Nagumo’s head.

Nagumo’s Rumored Relationship Breaks the Internet

Nagumo is used to being the center of attention, but this? This is next-level.

"#NagumoYoichiTaken is trending again," Shin announces, scrolling through his phone.

Nagumo hums. "What’s the theory this time?"

"Someone posted a photo of your makeup artist fixing your collar, and now the fans think you two are secretly engaged."

Nagumo snorts. "They move fast."

Shin smirks. "Oh, you haven’t seen the edits yet."

Nagumo leans over to look—and immediately bursts out laughing. Someone has photoshopped a wedding ring onto his hand. Another edit has him gazing lovingly at his makeup artist while pink sparkles and hearts float around them.

"Beautiful," Nagumo grins. "Should I play along?"

Shin groans. "No—"

Too late. Nagumo is already typing a cryptic tweet.

Vet Shin… Finally Makes a Move?

"You didn’t have to buy me coffee," you say, surprised when Shin hands you a cup.

"Just take it," he mutters, avoiding eye contact.

You smirk. "Shin. Are you being sweet?"

He groans. "Don’t make it weird."

You take a sip and hum in approval. "You even got it how I like it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting."

Shin chokes. "I—I am not—"

"Shin," you say, grinning. "Do you like me?"

Shin turns bright red and immediately starts reorganizing random paperwork. "I—I have things to do—"

You laugh. "I’ll take that as a yes."

Gaku Gets Injured… and You’re Not Happy

"You're an idiot," you snap.

Gaku grins up at you from his hospital bed, bruised and bandaged. "That’s no way to talk to a guy on bed rest."

"You could’ve died," you say, voice tight.

The teasing fades from his expression. "Hey." His tone is quieter. "I’m here, aren’t I?"

"You don’t get it," you murmur, fists clenched.

Gaku watches you carefully. Then, despite the pain, he reaches out and tugs you closer. "I’m sorry," he says, more serious than you’ve ever heard him.

You exhale shakily, then—before you can second-guess yourself—you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

Gaku blinks. "…Did you just—"

"Shut up and rest."

Gaku, for once, listens.

Shishiba: The Unexpected Soft Spot

Shishiba isn’t one for small talk, but ever since he started coming to your café, he’s found himself lingering more than necessary.

"You’re early today," you note, sliding him his usual order.

He shrugs. "Didn’t feel like dealing with work yet."

You watch him for a second, then—without a word—you place a small pastry on his tray.

Shishiba frowns. "I didn’t order that."

"I know," you say with a small smile. "You just look like you could use something sweet."

He blinks, caught off guard. People don’t usually go out of their way for him.

After a beat, he mutters, "…Thanks."

Shishiba takes a bite.

…Damn it. He’s going to have to keep coming back now.