#Hirahara x reader

[pudding-pompurin]

I love yoo - Kousuke x reader

In which y/n meets Kousuke Hirahara while delivering files as a business partner, only to be sprayed with makeup remover.

Genre: Normal, platonic

Word count: 806

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a bar, mentions of alcohol, "friendly" banter.

You walked through the large building of the Hirahara building, stopping when you saw the large plaque Kousuke Hirahara displayed on the large wooden door. 

"Excuse me?" You knocked. "I need to speak with Mister Hirahara about an urgent matter." 

After much silence, you were preparing to contact him through your phone until the door suddenly swung open while a large spray of mist met your face. 

"What the f- I mean, what is the meaning of this?" You quickly corrected yourself as you felt the liquid drip down your face. 

"For the last time, Meg, I don't want to go out with......" 

Through your blurred vision, you could see a man wearing a navy blue suit holding the door with a shocked expression on his face. 

"Oh, uhm.. I'm.." 

Without a second word, you speed walked toward the exit of the main building, not even looking up to see anyone. However, you didn't need to reach your car to know what your face must have looked like from the gasps and snickers following your every step. 

Opening the compass mirror, you saw mascara dripping down your chin while eyeliner blended and smudged with your delicately placed eyeshadow. 

"Fuck, who the hell was that bitch." You were literally on the verge of tears because of how ruined the eyeliner you spent hours upon hours irritating your skin looked. The number of times you almost stabbed your eye to make your eyeliner wings look at least decent became ruined due to whatever that prick had sprayed on your face. 

Being the daughter of another wealthy CEO made you need to constantly be aware of your language around other people, especially future business partners. Today, you had to deliver files required for a transaction between your family company and the Hirahara company. This was all going to be secured by a masquerade ball held by the Hirahara's to uphold a standing relationship between the two families, although, you knew it was just for the look and aesthetic. 

If there was now a choice between attending or not, your immediate decision would be to continue studying for the university entrance exams. 

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As it fell into the night, you carefully exited the large car your family showed off at formal events. The mask covering your face was adorned with tiny crystals on strips of lace. Sitting on top of everything was a small feather and flower, matching with the rest of your relatives.  

"Y/n." Your father's voice spoke lowly beside you. "Please watch your language tonight, as this is quite a formal event. I will allow you to go into the bars if it means you keep your mouth shut." 

Honestly, this seemed like a pretty fair deal to you, as many close calls from you on the verge of swearing had put you in hot waters. 

Small groups of other people in masks gathered around snack tables, which was where you immediately headed. 

Your eyes scanned the endless deserts as you immersed yourself in the bland conversations of others around you as you held tightly onto your plate. 

Spotting a slice of tiramisu, you reached to grab it from the table before someone handheld it from the opposite side. Looking up, you saw the same blue suit of the prick who had sprayed you with who knows what. 

"Excuse me?" You take a deep breath, deciding to let go of the incident. For now. "I was going to take that tiramisu." 

You say while tugging on the plate and maintaining direct eye contact with the rude ass guy.

"No, I believe I grabbed this tiramisu first. Kindly take your hands off." He retorted. 

Damn, the nerve of that guy was going to boil you in anger. 

You continued dragging the tiramisu closer to you until the sudden pull on his end caused it to crash onto the ground. 

"Are you serious-". You began to say before realizing that being seen in another situation such as this could lead to another rumor about the heir of Y/n company doing blah blah bullshit. 

So, without a second thought, you booked it out of there and upstairs into a bar. The immediate change in vibes was insane, with rap and disco lights shining weird reflections of color onto the glass wine bottles. 

"Can I just have an iced water?" You shouted over the blaring music. 

Sitting into the backless chairs, you released a sigh and rested your head on your hand. How can a single guy spoil so much in a person's day?

The second your water hit the table, you snatched it and walked into an empty balcony. Your hands were turning numb due to the cold air and the ice cooling your drink. You began to enjoy the peace of being outside without the perfect facade everyone put on. 

A/n: Please tell me If you would like a part two to this.

[oblako]

caught up on the ily fp and god this episode filled me with so much dread......

[uci-fanfic-requests]

Quick question, do you write Y/N / x reader fics for the gokuto boys? Just curious, absolutely no hate or anything if you're not comfortable with writing that kind of stuff! Still waiting on that 3rd gokuto game 😭😮‍💨

I wasn't really sure what Y/N fanfics were, but after some searching it seems like it's a self insert kind of fanfic? While there are "x reader" fanfics on here, they follow a format of being in first person (example here and here). This is so no specific person is addressed, which I think goes against "your name" style things.

So I guess, yes, we do write "x reader" fanfics but not "Y/N" fanfics...? -Admin Hirahara

[spikytyphoon]

this is kind of an unpopular opinion but am i the only one who thinks dieter x shin ae is kind of being forced? i still love dieter a lot hes a whole cinnamon bun but it kind of doesnt really make any sense for shin ae to have feelings for him after 2 chapters. it feels kind of rushed

Oh that’s interesting, because I also felt that things were going too quickly between them, but it was because of yesterday’s episode, not the previous ones…

Anyway, Shin-Ae probably doesn’t have romantic feelings for Dieter yet: it’s a crush! Remember: she put him in the same category as Mr. Hirahara (even though I’m kinda doubting Shin-Ae’s insight here…). But it would feel unrealistic imo if Shin-Ae doesn’t take a step back and think about her feelings at some point, especially because she’s bound to become closer to him—I mean, given what’s currently happening…

I understand what you’re saying though, and I think it might be due to the fact that it’s the first time Shin-Ae goes on a “date” and becomes clearly aware of somebody’s feelings for her. Neither herself nor the readers were expecting her reaction.

I’m keeping your thoughts in mind Anon, and I may comment again about this in a few weeks. I just want to see how their relationship is going to evolve.

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Kuriririn Submitted:

I AM THE SAME PERSON WHO REQUESTED FLUFF MARSUMOTO 5 MINUTES AGO So what about sad Matsumoto x Reader where reader is in the same situation as Chihiro and doesn’t remember their memories but they fall in love with matsumoto and end up being with him anyway (ohmygoooooood I hope you get what I mean ; u ; )

Admin Notes: Okay so first off, can we talk about how popular this request is? There are four of them in the askbox, I’m screaming.

To save myself some trouble, I put them all into one, okay? It’s about the reader waking up in Licorice General Hospital! *cracks knuckles* All my knowledge of the FILAMENT Gameplay finally comes in handy! –Admin Hirahara

The last thing I remember after waking up in a hospital bed was the feeling of suffocation before everything went dark. What happened exactly… I can’t really remember well. I think, I was talking with some friends? And… that’s as far back as I can go. When I sit up in the hospital bed, I notice that there’s someone in the room as well. He’s kind of short, and he’s wearing a green cape of some kind. He looks like he’s busy doing something, and doesn’t notice that I’m watching him.

“Um…” I start, slowly sliding out from under the covers. Strange, I think, looking myself over. I don’t remember changing into a hospital gown. At my call, though, the man seems to startle and jumps, letting out an ‘eep!’ when he sees me.

“O-oh!” He smiles, his mint eyes shining brightly. “You’re awake, huh?” He looks out the door, like he’s expecting someone to come in. When I look over, though, there’s no one there. “U-um, I didn’t think you would wake up yet… I was just getting your room set up.” He gestures over to a small desk with a calendar over it. “Usually Suigin’s the one doing this… I don’t know what to say, exactly…”

“Who’s…” I start, frowning. Is that someone I know? The man seems to realize that I’m not sure what’s going on, so he shifts his gaze a little before smiling again.

“U-um, welcome to Licorice General Hospital. You’re one of our patients.” He gestures to the room. “You can stay until you’re recovered.”

“Recovered from what?” I ask, trying to remember checking into a hospital to begin with.

“You crossed over,” the man tries to explain, but then he crosses his arms like he doesn’t like where he’s going with the explanation. “U-um, this isn’t your world. You came here probably because you were close to death.”

“Close to… death?” I ask, clutching my heart. “I don’t remember that.”

“I didn’t think you would,” the man sighs. “Oh, but the Doctor is here today, so why don’t you go see him? He’s on the first floor next to the reception.” The man goes for the door, gesturing for me to follow. “I’m Matsumoto, by the way. I’m usually in the chemical room, if you need me.” As I leave, he waves me off, telling me “good luck with recovering your memories!”

I don’t really get it at all, so I head down the hall and to the stairs. There’s a wheelchair to my right, and it looks like it’s moving on it’s own. Although it’s a strange thing to see, I think it’s probably because of the wind or something. As I head down the stairs, I see a cat slowly hopping up the steps. She seems like an old cat, because she struggles a little with each step. When she sees me, though, she actually starts speaking.

“Are you a new guest?” She asks, tilting her head. “Well, it’s unusual to see humans here.” She then continues walking up the steps. I… can’t believe I just talked to a cat.

“I’m… dreaming,” I decided, heading down to the first floor. Examination Room is written on one of the doors, and it is just across from a long table. It looks like someone’s standing there, but when I look, the person is definitely not human. Her skin is grey, but she’s wearing a nurse uniform. I’m not sure she actually has eyes. She sees me, though, and gives me a little wave. I hurry and knock on the examination door.

“Come in,” I hear someone call, and I open the door. There’s a person sitting on the far side of the room, and he tells me I can grab a chair. I sit down at the only one in the middle of the room, anticipating seeing someone in a lab coat. Instead, when the man swings around, I see someone with a strange hood pulled over his head. He has sharp teeth, and as he gets closer, I realize he towers over me, even sitting.

“Hello,” he smiles, greeting me formally. “I’m the Chief physician in his hospital. Most people just call me ‘Doctor’ though, so feel free to as well.” He looks me up and down before continuing. “You must have plenty of questions, so let me explain. To put it simply, you’ve had a stroke with death, and have ended up in our hospital. Can you remember anything at all?”

I pause for a moment to think it over. “I… can remember… talking. With… people.” I start, but I can’t remember much else. The Doctor begins asking me other things. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘What’s your age?’ and ‘What were you doing?’ I can’t seem to answer any of these questions.

“A soul with memory loss is pretty fragile,” the Doctor says, smiling. “But don’t worry, you’ll surely recover them in a week or so. Until then, feel free to stay here and explore around a little. Make sure you come see me every day, so I can help you recover some of your memories.” With that, he sends me off, saying that if I needed anything, someone named ‘Suigin’ would be the one to go to. Matsumoto had mentioned this person before as well, although I still don’t know what they look like.

When I leave, the hospital seems a little more crowded than before. There must have been visitors or something. There’s a strange black orb and a yellow orb, and I think they might be talking to each other. A girl with horns blooming from her head is patiently sitting on one of the chairs, probably waiting for someone. I decide to go back to my room, only I happen to notice a door labeled Chemical Room. If I remember correctly…

“Hello?” I ask, knocking on the door. It’s not locked, so I open it and go in. Matsumoto is inside, talking with someone with blue hair. When he sees me, he smiles and nods before going back to talking with the other person.

“…and if you can get me these things, I’ll be good to go,” he then looks back over at me. “Oh, Suigin, this is the new patient in 202.”

“Yes, I remember,” Suigin nods when she sees me. “Have you talked with the Doctor yet?” I nod. “Well, if you need anything, I’ll be around.” She excuses herself then and heads out the door. Now it’s just me and Matsumoto left.

“Um,” I start, looking around. There are a lot of bottles and tubes, labeled with different things. Some things I recognize. Others… not so much. “This is where you work?”

“Yes, for the most part,” Matsumoto nods. “I’m on loan from the Underworld Escort Branch… I guess.” He laughs nervously at that. “W-well, I guess it’s a loan….” I don’t really understand what that means. Something about him, though, is very friendly, and it’s really reassuring. “Did you need something?”

“Not really,” I say, wondering what it was the Doctor had told me to do. “Doctor said… if I regain some of my memories, it would be by talking to people…”

“You want to chat?” Matsumoto asks, his smile brightening. “Okay! What do you want to talk about?”

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Somehow, I spent the whole day talking to Matsumoto. When I went back to my room, I was completely exhausted and passed our right away. The next morning, there was a nurse in my room, wondering how I was feeling. I ended up talking to Matsumoto again the next day, and he showed me some of his medicine collection. When I talked with Doctor afterwards, he asked me some questions to help me regain my memory. It was unfortunate, but I did start remembering some things or another.

“I was talking to my friends,” I had told him. “I think… yes, we were talking about stopping by a café for coffee on the way home.” The second day ended too quickly as well. I saw a lot of other patients around, and one in particular was a girl with red skin and blue hair. She said her name was Benibara, and insisted that I was “cute” because I was the first human she’d ever met.

This was pretty much how the rest of my days were spent. I ended up visiting Matsumoto every day, and we talked about all sorts of things. Books I liked reading, music I liked listening to, my favorite flavors of ice cream… Meanwhile, Matsumoto told me all about himself as well. He explained what an Underworld Escort was, and how there were others as well. They sometimes visited him, but I never actually saw any of them. They must have been coming and going when I was in the examinations. Matsumoto is a very sweet person, and with each day I spend with him, I think I grow to like him more.

On the third day, I could just remember hearing the sound of the ocean as we walked, probably heading home. On the fourth day, I thought I remember a car coming dangerously close to me, and the sensation of falling. On the fifth day, I could remember being surrounded by water.

“You’re doing really good,” the Doctor says, on the sixth day. “The only thing left if for you to remember your name. Once you have a name for yourself, you should be able to return to your world when you leave this hospital.” With that, I leave the examination room, and run right into a tall man with light hair and slate colored eyes.

“Hm?” He notices me and smiles. “A human? That’s rare.” He looks a little passed me, and waves to someone there. “Matsumoto, have you been working hard?”

“Saitou-san!” Matsumoto smiles, hurrying over. “Yes, I’m working very hard.” He then introduces me to this man, his supervisor, Saitou. The taller man greets me with a bow, then looks between me and Matsumoto.

“My, my,” he smiles, although I’m not exactly sure what he’s seeing. “A soul with memory loss? Be careful that you recover all your memories before you leave.” With that, he said his goodbyes, leaving me with Matsumoto.

“What does that mean?” I ask, a little confused and worried. Matsumoto just smiles nervously.

“W-well,” he explains, “it’s just that, we want to make sure we send you back with everything.” He seems some what sad after saying that, like he is thinking about something pressing but can’t say it. In the end, he tells me he’s going back to get more work done, and that I should rest in order to remember my name. When I go to my room to rest, I keep thinking about one thing, and it actually starts to worry me a little. What if I don’t want to leave?

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It’s the seventh day today. When I look in the mirror, I feel pretty confident in that I know who I am. I can remember the important details to the accident leading to my arrival at Licorice General Hospital. However, instead of going to the examination room as the Doctor had instructed me to the day before, I end up going to the chemical room instead. Matsumoto is there, mixing something together with a metal spoon. When he sees me, he smiles.

“Today is your last day, huh?” He asks, a sad tone in his voice. “It was really great talking to you.” I nod, agreeing that I had a lot of fun. However, I don’t really want to leave yet.

“Can’t I… you know. Stay, here?” I ask, unable to meet Matsumoto’s eye. “I mean. Stay. With you.” Matsumoto blinks, and I can tell his cheeks are flushing. I can’t tell if he’s happy or upset.

“Stay…?” He asks, then quickly shakes his head. “No, no, no! You definitely should go back to your own world.” He points to the door. “Your family and friends will really miss you if you don’t go back.” Even if he is right, I just don’t want to leave.

“I really can’t stay with you?” I try again. “It’s impossible?”

“I… didn’t say that,” Matsumoto shifts his gaze, his embarrassment clear on his face. “I-It is possible for you to stay…” Then he looks back at me, smiling a little. He grabs my hands in his, and the warmth is very welcoming. “Y-you can be my assistant here, if you want!”

“Really, I can stay?” I ask, smiling back.

“I just have to talk to the Doctor, but I don’t see why he’ll say no,” Matsumoto nods. “Y-You’re absolutely sure you want to stay, right?”

“Absolutely,” I nod, holding his hands a little tighter. Even if I can’t return to my own world, I think that it will be okay as long as I am with Matsumoto. This world itself is interesting as well, and the people are very friendly. All in all, I think this is the right choice. “Also, I have to tell you,” I add, letting go of Matsumoto’s hands. “My name. It’s…”

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Kuriririn submitted:

Hello, can I request Matsumoto x Reader ? ^ - ^ (pleasedosomecutefluff////)

Hello hello! Since you sent two of the same prompt, I put them together. It’s here! Thanks!

-Admin Hirahara

[uci-fanfic-requests]

Um.. hello, I hope that the requests are open ; v ; Can I please request some cute Matsumoto x reader >////>

Hi there, so I have answered your request here!

-Admin Hirahara

[uci-fanfic-requests]

Can you please do a Matsumoto x reader plez?? I really really loved your Underworld Escorts x reader!!

Hello! I have answered your request here! Thank you!

-Admin Hirahara

[uci-fanfic-requests]

Can you make a yandere!Everyone x Reader? I don't know, i really like yanderes and i tought they would look nice; please? P.D: i love u

Hello! As much as I’d like to write your everyone x reader request, I’m worried that my skills are not suited for it. I’m worried it will be too repetitive, since they are all yandere. Could I direct you to this everyone x reader fanfic instead? Sorry again.

-Admin Hirahara

[meowiemari]

Part two please

I love yoo - Kousuke x reader

In which y/n meets Kousuke Hirahara while delivering files as a business partner, only to be sprayed with makeup remover.

Genre: Normal, platonic

Word count: 806

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a bar, mentions of alcohol, "friendly" banter.

You walked through the large building of the Hirahara building, stopping when you saw the large plaque Kousuke Hirahara displayed on the large wooden door. 

"Excuse me?" You knocked. "I need to speak with Mister Hirahara about an urgent matter." 

After much silence, you were preparing to contact him through your phone until the door suddenly swung open while a large spray of mist met your face. 

"What the f- I mean, what is the meaning of this?" You quickly corrected yourself as you felt the liquid drip down your face. 

"For the last time, Meg, I don't want to go out with......" 

Through your blurred vision, you could see a man wearing a navy blue suit holding the door with a shocked expression on his face. 

"Oh, uhm.. I'm.." 

Without a second word, you speed walked toward the exit of the main building, not even looking up to see anyone. However, you didn't need to reach your car to know what your face must have looked like from the gasps and snickers following your every step. 

Opening the compass mirror, you saw mascara dripping down your chin while eyeliner blended and smudged with your delicately placed eyeshadow. 

"Fuck, who the hell was that bitch." You were literally on the verge of tears because of how ruined the eyeliner you spent hours upon hours irritating your skin looked. The number of times you almost stabbed your eye to make your eyeliner wings look at least decent became ruined due to whatever that prick had sprayed on your face. 

Being the daughter of another wealthy CEO made you need to constantly be aware of your language around other people, especially future business partners. Today, you had to deliver files required for a transaction between your family company and the Hirahara company. This was all going to be secured by a masquerade ball held by the Hirahara's to uphold a standing relationship between the two families, although, you knew it was just for the look and aesthetic. 

If there was now a choice between attending or not, your immediate decision would be to continue studying for the university entrance exams. 

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As it fell into the night, you carefully exited the large car your family showed off at formal events. The mask covering your face was adorned with tiny crystals on strips of lace. Sitting on top of everything was a small feather and flower, matching with the rest of your relatives.  

"Y/n." Your father's voice spoke lowly beside you. "Please watch your language tonight, as this is quite a formal event. I will allow you to go into the bars if it means you keep your mouth shut." 

Honestly, this seemed like a pretty fair deal to you, as many close calls from you on the verge of swearing had put you in hot waters. 

Small groups of other people in masks gathered around snack tables, which was where you immediately headed. 

Your eyes scanned the endless deserts as you immersed yourself in the bland conversations of others around you as you held tightly onto your plate. 

Spotting a slice of tiramisu, you reached to grab it from the table before someone handheld it from the opposite side. Looking up, you saw the same blue suit of the prick who had sprayed you with who knows what. 

"Excuse me?" You take a deep breath, deciding to let go of the incident. For now. "I was going to take that tiramisu." 

You say while tugging on the plate and maintaining direct eye contact with the rude ass guy.

"No, I believe I grabbed this tiramisu first. Kindly take your hands off." He retorted. 

Damn, the nerve of that guy was going to boil you in anger. 

You continued dragging the tiramisu closer to you until the sudden pull on his end caused it to crash onto the ground. 

"Are you serious-". You began to say before realizing that being seen in another situation such as this could lead to another rumor about the heir of Y/n company doing blah blah bullshit. 

So, without a second thought, you booked it out of there and upstairs into a bar. The immediate change in vibes was insane, with rap and disco lights shining weird reflections of color onto the glass wine bottles. 

"Can I just have an iced water?" You shouted over the blaring music. 

Sitting into the backless chairs, you released a sigh and rested your head on your hand. How can a single guy spoil so much in a person's day?

The second your water hit the table, you snatched it and walked into an empty balcony. Your hands were turning numb due to the cold air and the ice cooling your drink. You began to enjoy the peace of being outside without the perfect facade everyone put on. 

A/n: Please tell me If you would like a part two to this.