#SOFT TOGAME

[kingkatsuki]

Specifically thinking of a fic where one of the old men at the bathhouse that Togame loves to visit introduce him to you— a pretty girl that works in the local tea shop they like to frequent.

And you hate Shishitoren and everything they stand for, so you’re confused why the old man has introduced Togame to you. While the rest of the town is thankful to have a gang like that protecting them, you think it just makes everything worse.

But one evening it’s pouring down with rain, and you see Togame lazily walking through the streets in it, feet soaked from his sandals and blood pouring out of a wound on his eyebrow; staining the white gi he wears crimson.

You invite him in, even though he’s dripping blood and water all over the freshly cleaned wooden floor as you sit him down in front of a warm cup of tea. Trying to stop the blood from oozing out of the gash, positive he needs to go to the hospital.

“Nah, no hospitals, sweetheart,” He shrugs, “I’ve been through worse.”

And you’re certain he has, if the worn scars that litter his skin are anything to go by— but you don’t exactly want him passing out on your floor.

So you patch him up as best you can, and sit with him until the rain eases up and he’s ready to leave. Not that he wants to leave now— after spending time with you.

And the next morning he’s already back. He says it’s to pay for the tea after pulling out a small coin purse from his pocket— surprised that he’d bother when everyone knows Shisitoren don’t pay.

But there is something about him that seems different. As though he’s not quite like the other power hungry men in his gang. And so you start thinking he’s quite sweet.

Until one evening he knocks a guy within an inch of his life for attacking you on your way home. Holding your face in his bloody fists as he checks to see if you’re okay, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. But you’ve already began to wonder how dangerous he really is— and it’s the first time you look up at him with fear in his eyes.

And Togame despises it.

[munchieschomp]

HE’S JUST A SOFTIE UR HONOR

SAY IT — TOGAME JO.

SYNOPSIS — togame jo is the steadfast and sturdy leader of shishitoren. however, he’s a lot more soft and squishy around the ones he loves.

he just never thought he’d get the courage to say it.

A/N: Written for and requested by the awesome and gorgeous @toyogamii !! hope ya like it callum <33

Togame Jo has always been an observer.

He prefers to sit back and listen, sometimes analyze, to the situations he presents himself in or gets himself in.

He couldn’t spend as long as he did chasing after Choji’s happiness without sitting down and analyzing the playing field before he made a move.

You, however. You were not analyzed. You weren’t even a calculated risk. You were a surprise, one that he can’t quite say was unwelcome.

Togame Jo observes. He listens, he oversees. Within the confines of his strategy, he allows himself to yearn very little.

He allowed himself to yearn after Choji’s happiness. So that one day, the sun would shine again.

You, however? He didn’t just yearn, he craved.

Every look, every ramune bottle bought and passed, every patch work job after a brawl, he craved it.

He craved you. And he had no idea how to deal with it.

He thinks it may have started when you took his glasses and he never let out a peep of protest. Maybe it was when you wore his Shishitoren jacket to school once. Maybe it was the nice feeling of fingers carding through his hair.

Maybe it was to seek his own happiness, instead of sacrificing his own for the slight chance that another’s might come to light once more.

Maybe it was how he only consistently texted you on his own phone. He’ll never know, really. It was just something about you.

What will he do about this?

He doesn’t know.

Even after the battle of Bofurin, you somehow find him at his lowest point. On the roof of The Cage, nothing but silence running through the atmosphere.

The roof of The Cage is reserved for only him and Chouji.

Today is different, because you all but demanded to come up after hearing about the fighting tournament they had.

He watches you fix your uniform, smoothing it out in the rumpled places. He remembers why. He remembers seeing you running up to Sako, hair in a mess and uniform in shambles, demanding to talk to him.

He remembers the look of relief that came over your face the minute you laid eyes on him.

Togame craves.

As you patch him up, there’s a silent conversation passing in between the two of you. Words are silent, but the whispers can be imagined. Whispers of sorry’s and what happened’s and short descriptors.

Your touch lit the fire of yearning inside him. Wanting to touch, to hold, to hug, maybe even to kiss.

To carry. To rely on. To be relied on. To be carried.

To be loved.

Would it be so bad, to put the end to the yearning, the craving? Wouldn’t it just become worse, if you told him that you don’t feel the same?

That you don’t yearn? You don’t crave?

You don’t love him back? What would he do then?

What would happen to the freshly bought ramune bottles in his favorite flavor? What would happen to bandaging and patching him up after a brawl? What would happen to him lending you his Shishitoren jacket, so much so that people actually thought you were apart of the gang?

Could he even invite you to become apart of it? Would you even say yes?

Too many risks. Should he take it, with the way the atmosphere was?

Togame was an observer. He doesn’t think his findings will help him now.

He silently looks at your hands, those sweet hands that have bandaged him up and bought him things without prompting.

How would they feel, around his neck when he wants a kiss? How would they feel, if he tried to interlace them with his own?

“Fuck it.”

He gently removes one of your hands from his face, holding it in between his two palms. The warmness of it, the texture of it.

“Yknow, Togame, I think that you need me for something.”

He needs you every day, but that’s not exactly what he’s trying to say, is he?

“..I do. But not for something.”

“Then what for?”

He observes once more. It barely helps, if it helps at all.

Maybe he should just turn his brain off and just say whatever he wants to say.

A muffled sound from muddled words reaches your ears, but the sentence goes unheard. You poke him in the cheek to prompt him to speak louder.

It’s now or never. He’d rather sulk about the rejection than live with this craving any longer.

“Don’t need anything or something. I just need you.”

There, he said it. Now if you could just hurry up and reject him, that would be just great—

“I need you too, yknow that?”

His head snaps up faster than he thinks it ever has, his glasses falling from his face, revealing deep forest green eyes.

It’s gorgeous.

He’s gorgeous.

“Here’s one thing you don’t seem to understand, Togame.”

“Shishitoren needs the Lion’s Second in Command. I, however, need Togame Jo. The Togame obsessed over when new flavors of Ramune release. The Togame who lets me wear his jacket when I’m cold. The Togame..”

You take his glasses, and place them on top of his head. You can see slight tears coming out of his eyes.

“The Togame I love. Please, wipe your eyes. Your eyes look too pretty in the sunset for that.”

The Togame I love. Did he hear that right?

The Togame you love.

“I love you. I love you so much.” He says, slightly shakily from crying.

“I love you too, Jo. I really, really do.”

Togame Jo was an observer.

Just once, he’s glad that instead of sitting back and observing, he took a risk.

It’ll be the best risk, and will forever be the best risk he’s ever took.

Why? Because in the end, he got what he was yearning and craving for.

You.

© solaarbeeam 2024.

[togament]

togame’s the type to caress your cheek when you’re fast asleep.

always, always with a lovestruck expression on his face. he likes doing it when you’re out like a light though; he knows you’d (lovingly) tease him about it if he did it when you’re awake.

togame’s the type to let you sleep first.

just so he could whisper how grateful he is to have you by his side, to have a person like you to love and hold. it’s so new to him, this sensation. to feel so safe around one person, to feel so much love for you he’s practically bursting at the seams.

give him time. he’ll tell you all about it soon (and struggle trying not to cry in front of you in the process).

togame’s the type to caress your cheek when you’re fast asleep.

and he falls asleep in the same position, hand warm against your cheek.

togame’s the type to let you sleep first.

little does he know you fall asleep to his whispers, thanking him for the exact same thing.

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a/n: HHHGRGRHRH!!! reader and togame are fresh into their relationship here btw ;v; hehehehehehe

[yoru-exe]

can we talk about how he has no business looking this cute with this much blood on his face??

[oceaneyesinla]

"Pretty thing like you shouldn't look so sad. What's on your mind, sweetheart?" There's a slight teasing lilt in your Togame's tone, but you can hear the underlying concern colouring his words. He pinches your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, squishing gently as he lifts your head up.

You refuse to meet his eye, giving him a half-hearted shrug as you stare at his shirt instead. You don't know what's wrong. You just feel ... off. Not quite right. Slightly off kilter in a way you'll probably never be able to put into words. You're just sad.

Togame sees right through you, just like he always does. He leans in to kiss the top of your head, then your forehead, then each cheek for good measure. His hand releases its squeeze of your cheeks to instead cradle your chin.

"C'mon. Movie night."

You feel your lips twitch towards a smile, "Baby, it's 10AM."

"Movie day, then. Whatever."

You sigh, "You told the guys you would spar with them today, remember?"

His thumb starts stroking along your cheek, and he ducks his head so he's in your eyeline. You meet those gorgeous green eyes and you can't bring yourself to look away as he speaks, "My girl needs me. The boys can wait. We're not moving from that couch until you feel better."

You feel oddly vulnerable under his intensely loving gaze, "What if I never feel better?"

"Then we'll stay on that couch until we're old and grey." He's clearly joking, playful smile on his lips, but the sentiment behind his words, you know is true.

You give him your first real smile of the day, and let him lead you to the couch. He tucks you into his side and holds you close, and there's nowhere else you would rather be.

[gyoukuken]

Wind Breaker 🐢 Togame Jo

[inneedofsupervision]

Wind Breaker Scenario 2/?

Imagine Sakura roaming alone through the city when a downpour occurs. He finds shelter at a bus stop, waiting for the rain to lessen. Another person hurries to find protection from the summer shower, coming to a halt next to him, shaking their head and sending drops flying everywhere. A glance to the side and Sakura's eyes widen when his and Jo Togame's eyes meet.

Togame eyes the teen, clothes soaked, and his two-colored hair hanging in his face. He convinces Sakura to come with him and lend him a dry set of clothes. Despite his embarrassment, Sakura looks around curiously, inspecting the older teen's place while Togame sets up tea.

The next day, Sakura wears a bit too-large shirt and is getting questioned by his classmates about where the article of clothing came from, which is very unlike Sakura's usual style. Sakura manages to, somehow, avoid the interrogation until someone from the class next to them comes in with a paper bag, asking for him.

Before he can get his hands on the bag, Anzai already has the items pulled out, holding Sakura's jacket, a plastic-wrapped sweet bread, and a letter in his hands. Sakura's face changes colors from white to red as his classmate's gather around Anzai, who takes the chance of Sakura being too mortified to move and reads the letter out loud.

Hello, Sakura. I washed your jacket. Did you know there is a button hanging on a bare thread? The bun is a gift from Choji. You can give me the shirt back whenever you have time. Choji and I don't mind if you would visit sometimes. You can bring your friends with you.

Jo Togame

The class breaks out in utter chaos.

[mydream-synopsis]

you're both showering together: togame's sat on the edge of the tub, waiting his turn, while you're between his legs, letting the conditioner through your hair. togame has had his arms around you this whole time, sometimes massaging his large hands into your sides. he's been staring at you this entire time, taking in every inch of your body. his eyes are glued to each movement of your fingers as your brush through your hair.

as you rinse off your conditioner, he leaves a trail of kisses on your hip. he closes his eyes as he traces your side with his lips, whispering a prayer of gratitude. dear heavens, you have blessed me with a goddess.

[aizawap]

omg so many thoughts and hc’s for togame jo

a mix of both sfw + nsfw

- he’d absolutely love the thrill of a chase. predator/prey sorta thing. he could catch you EASY but enjoys the naivety of you believing you could outrun him

- enjoys sensory play a lot. we’re talking him tying you to his bed, blinding folding you and using ice cubes or his tongue to run down your body

- doesn’t like to rush his time at all. would take his sweet, sweet time with you

- loves to get you riled up through the nastiest words in your ear. often through whispers in that sexy slow drawl of his

- makes you sit in his lap, no matter what. one arm wrapped around your waist, the other on the back of the seat

- likes to run his hand through your hair. also enjoys you running your hands through his, lets you play with it and braid it for him

- possessive. laid back but you know he’s always watching what you’re doing and where you are. you can feel the intensity of his stare from across the room

- watches your reactions closely to everything he says and does

- dude likes to smell you idk why (he’d defo bury his face in your neck). likes to take small bites

[ma4chestier]

also, soft togame from last chapter

gorgeous man

[kingkatsuki]

I was thinking about how it’s canon that Togame doesn’t respond to texts, but he’s in this panel on his phone— and it made me wonder whether he actually reads every single text he receives but he’s notorious for leaving people on ‘read’ or he ignores texts completely and has that obnoxious red circle beside his message app to show the number of unread messages on his phone.

And the first time you see it you’re like “What the fuck, Jou?” because he always replies to your texts (surprisingly fast for a man that loves to take things slow) and yet somehow his phone shows so many unread messages because despite checking it regularly enough he can’t be bothered to respond to people.

“You’re just more important.” He shrugs it off as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world, because secretly he’s constantly checking his phone now to see if you’ve text him.

[slerixx]

wbr manga spoiler ! (chapter 147)

his eyes are literally so soft — aaaa i can’t. thank you sugi mah boi ! gosh i’m cryin’ after this.

++ we stan besties supporting each other! super duper love how togame comforts haru 🥹 (someone stop the tears)

[togament]

when…whene ehe….. hhe……

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@kkotda

[oceaneyesinla]

One surefire way to get Togame to relax is to play with his hair. Whether it's long or shirt, undercut or no, the second you start running your fingers through the strands, he lets out a breath and leans into the action with a satisfied smile. Give him gentle scalp scratches as you go and he'll melt under your hand.

If you're on the couch and start doing it, his head will be in your lap in seconds. He loves the feel of your hand running over his hair, and he loves the warm feeling in his chest when you're so gentle with him.

Just be warned, he'll probably fall asleep on you, and you can give up on whatever you had planned until his impromptu nap is finished. It's not so bad, though, because he'll always thank you with a soft smile and a sweet kiss when he wakes up.

[mydream-synopsis]

making pre-bofurin togame worse by coming back into his life at his lowest point as a past lover who left him without any notice. manipulating him into thinking he was at fault but he's at a breaking point, falling for your facade and becoming desperate to have to in his arms again. he knows he's pathetic but you were everything to him, even going as far as to begging for your forgiveness on his knees as you peer down at him. togame's too blind to see past the faux sympathy as you take his chin into your fingers, gazing into his eyes that no longer hold the sun's light. he's willing to do anything to feel your touch again. anything.

that's how he finds himself in the middle of a brawl with some gang - he doesn't know who they are, he just remembers your comment about one of the members hitting on you. it's just him, against some twenty or so men. that doesn't matter to him when all he can think about is you. the black of his eyes look so hollow, it's almost impossible to see that he has green eyes. a fist hits the side of his face, yet it doesn't hurt. everything is numb. he's so consumed by you, he doesn't feel anything. all he can see see is the man in front of him, raising his fist once again. and so he misses the shadow sitting on the rooftop: there's an audience to his humiliation.

the figure scrolls through his contacts until he reaches your name. the call is picked up after a few rings.

"good job, doll."

maybe endo's getting better at judging people.