#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.

₊˚⊹♡

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

[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)

[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.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@kkotda

[togament]

when…whene ehe….. hhe……

[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.

[grapenamjams]

Running to the store to try that ramune trick asap!

Sakura, did they...set off your romance sensor?

—  "Oh, listen, this boy here…whenever he senses anything romantic…he goes beet red in the face!!" - Tasuku Tsubakino (Ch.66)

— Hayato Suo, Hajime Umemiya, Jo Togame

[Masterlist]

Wow, my windbreaker brain rot has shot me into a whole new timeline where I can sit down and write. Not gonna lie, not my favorite but it is what it is. I've beat my first fic for a fandom nerves.

Hajime Umemiya

When Umemiya had called a rooftop meeting, Sakura had been through them enough to know what to expect. Umemiya would either show up late or be completely off-topic until someone, mostly Hiragi, stepped in to direct the meeting to its actual purpose. Most of the time, the distractions would be on his plants or his giddy plans of having another barbeque with everyone. It used to be annoying, Sakura once believed the reason why Umemiya was so unserious was because he didn't care. But he knows better now than to take that carefree smile on the surface level. Deep down, Umemiya is a great leader who knows when it's time to get serious.

But this...

Sakura's cheeks are already turning pink.

This is a bit too much for him. He hasn't leveled up enough for this.

"The Three Sisters is a method of gardening that involves planting corn, beans, and squash together. The corn provides support for the beans and squash, the beans add nitrogen to the soil, and the squash's sprawling vines create shade and discourage pests too. It's really quite fascinating, don't you think so Ume?" you ask, lightly petting the leaves of his most recent tomato plant sprout. Your eyes downcasted as you thumb away bits of dirt that happened to be blown by the wind onto the greenery. Perhaps it's because you're one of the few people who entertain Umemiya's rapid obsession with his garden, even going out of your way to tell him facts to better his plot and compliment him on his efforts. Heck, Sakura has seen Umemiya crying because Nirei has told him that his saplings look bigger each time. While Sakura does not doubt that those feelings and expressions were genuine, the look Umemiya is giving you, a look you're not even seeing, feels different. Umemiya himself is different.

"Yeah..." Umemiya responds in a soft tone, his voice almost a whisper. Their usually talkative leader who won't shut up for half a second, who talks over people, is currently so distracted that it's kind of embarrassing watching him. He's been staring at you, eyes zeroing in on your fingers as they brush against the leaves, almost entranced by the sight. Sakura would give anything to leave right now, this second-hand embarrassment is too much. Luckily, Umemiya finally seems to register that you and he aren't alone despite the fact he was the one who called the meeting in the first place. His head perks up confused, hands on top of his knees, as he's greeted with varying expressions from his grade captains. Hiragi in particular looks like he's having both a stomach ache and the urge to slap the back of Umemiya's head. The urge is only partially restrained when you also look up, sending them all a little wave. Hiragi isn't going to slug Umemiya if you're there to see it, it's the pride of a man to not get beaten up in front of his crush.

"Oh shoot, you're all here already? Why didn't you say anything?" Umemiya whines, standing up while dusting his pants free of any lingering dirt. He extends a hand to you, not before rubbing his palm furiously on the back of his shirt, to help you up, "I'll see you later?"

"Mm, sure. Good luck with your new sprouts. Remember to remove the bottom leaves once the plants are over 3 feet tall. I'll be upset if they develop fungus issues," you pat Umemiya's cheek gently, ignoring the way that Umemiya completely melts openly at the gesture. You turn to nod at the rest of them, offering another wave goodbye, as you pass them to exit the rooftop. The resounding sound of the door closing finally sets them back on track.

"We did," Hiragi speaks up as soon the vibrations in the air fizzle out with an exasperated expression, referring back to Umemiya's first question, "You were too busy staring. We've been here for almost ten minutes, you idiot."

"Sorry, sorry, my bad," Umemiya laughs easily, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. Although he's been clearly called out, Umemiya doesn't seem the slightest bit ruffled. Sure, he looks a little bashful but Sakura doubts that he'll tone it back much to the embarrassment of any onlooker. Maybe one day, he'll be able to look that happy with his own feelings on display.

A sudden clap has Sakura jolting back to reality, Umemiya's loud voice returning back to something familiar, "Now then, come sit! I prepared some snacks for us all to share."

Everyone else seems used to Umemiya's behavior and they easily follow him, completely disregarding your and Umemiya's interactions as if they never happened. Sakura doesn't really get it but if everyone else is unbothered, it'd be seriously uncool if he said anything. He lets out a sigh, whatever. It's none of his business anyway.

"Sakura, why are you blushing?" Nirei, the bastard, pipes up behind him. Suo, the even worst bastard, laughs behind his hand like he's some rich Victorian lady.

"Huh, no I- I'm not." Sakura's cheeks went from pink to red, now that he's been caught. He looks away, avoiding eye contact, "S-Shut the hell up!"

Hayato Suo

"Mr. Customer, if you're dissatisfied with our menu, you're more than welcome to leave."

Sakura blinks, head jerking up as he crosses the threshold of Café Pothos. Initially, he assumed those words were directed at him even though it wouldn't make sense. He quite likes the menu despite only ordering the same thing each time. But no, when Sakura looks up it's to a rather unexpected sight. Suo sits at the bar counter, back ram-rod straight and his hands folded in his lap, with that ever-pleasant smile on his lips. Across from him stands a worker Sakura has never seen before. He always assumed that Kotoha was the only employee, but today seems to be full of surprises. A green apron with white ties, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and hands fisted against the hips.

"The bakery across the street would love to hear your complaints, Mr. Customer."

---

There is something about the new worker and Suo that keeps Sakura glancing back at them after he's sat himself in a secluded corner. Perhaps it's because it's a new face he has yet to meet at a place he frequents so often. It's normal to be curious right? Or maybe it's Suo being here alone. He's never seen the man "out in the wild" before. They aren't even looking at him, Suo hadn't even looked up when he first opened the door although Sakura is sure that Suo is aware of him. He's creepy like that. The new worker, however, whips an annoyed glance at Suo before letting out an irritated huff, arms crossing over the green apron, and glaring down at Suo’s smiling face. A face that would remain ever-pleasant in any given situation.

Regardless...

"Is this your version of service? It must be hard on the customer," Suo chuckles, a slight tilt of his head that bounces his tassel earring. Suo's laugh, however, causes Sakura to feel a hint of surprise. It's not a laugh he expects the man to give, yet at the same time, it suits him.

"That's because you're a terrible customer and a pain in the ass." The worker sneers, leaning in so the two of them are face to face.

Suo seems to be difficult for anyone to handle.

"It's busy today," Kotoha says, appearing out of thin air and scaring Sakura half to death. A plate of steaming omurice slides in front of him because he really does only order one thing here. It's not a great conversation starter, but it's nice of her to break the odd tension that has settled over the cafe. Kotoha is also looking to the side, watching the scene of her co-worker and Suo bickering and arguing. Passive aggressive comments are being flown out, scathing remarks padded with polite voices, so much so that the two of you don't seem to register anyone else around. Completely wrapped up in your world of irritation versus amusement.

"What…are they even arguing about?" Sakura chances to ask, his eyes still glued to the curve of Suo's smile, red eye focused solely on you. His hand idly reaches for his spoon, scooping up a bit of rice and egg, yet it hovers in the air ideally. Suo has his head tilted and is leaning somewhat in the worker's space. His eyes don't stray, watching each shift in facial expression carefully to gauge whether his words are having their intended effect. He looks like he's having way too much fun.

"Oh, that." Kotoha giggles, placing her palm on the table. She too looks like she's having way too much fun, "They always go back and forth like that. It's like a game of cat and mouse with those two. They're both stubborn as hell so it's a constant power struggle between them. Although, I wonder what they're arguing about this time. They always bicker at each other when we change shifts."

Kotoha shakes her head, a fond smile on her face. She glances briefly at Sakura before her eyes drift back to the other two. She raises her hand, finally cutting the bubble between you and Suo.

"Hey, I'm back from break. Thanks for covering for me," she calls, waving her hand in the air. The frown that was permanently on your face melts away when you break eye contact with Suo, returning to a more neutral blank look. You only nod to Kotoha, flashing up a thumbs-up, and you move to head back to the kitchen. But not before sticking your tongue out at Suo over your shoulder as you disappear through the doorway. Sakura blinked surprised, he had somewhat expected a different reaction than something so...tame. His eyes drift to Suo and he can feel his cheeks heat up.

He doesn't think he's seen Suo look happier.

Jo Togame

"See, you peel off the seal on the cap. Remove the ring from the little plastic piece you use to push the marble. Then, with your thumb, press down, and poof, the marble drops and you can enjoy!" you grin as you move slowly for Sakura to see your hands with each instruction. The fizz of carbonation and the clink of the marble hitting the glass amplified louder in the abandoned auditorium. A few other shishitoren members are loitering, but only you and Sakura are sitting up on the edge of the stage. After the embarrassment of not knowing how to open the ramune Togame had given him, he sought you out to explain it to him. Sakura didn't think he could stomach it if he went back to Togame again for help. He follows your movement, his fingers removing the thin seal. Popping the ring off the marble pusher, and with his thumb, pushes on the marble. His thumb slips a few times, but you're patient as you coax him to try again. With his third attempt, he feels the marble give, the rewarding sound of bubbles popping.

"Thanks..." Sakura mumbles, a faint blush on his cheeks as you cheer your ramune's together as you take a swig.

"No problem," you say nonchalantly, leaning your weight back on your arms. With the bottle held in your hand, you watch Sakura, who is intently staring at the drink on his own. The silence between you isn't exactly uncomfortable, but you can sense the slight embarrassment oozing off him. "Soooo... how's it taste?"

He gives a soft hum before taking a small sip, the fizzy liquid leaving a tingling sensation on his tongue. It's not as sweet as he thought it’d be. It's rather subtle for a soda. He takes a longer sip this time, the fizz tickling his nose and bubbles popping against his lip. Looking at you sidelong, he can see you already staring at him excitedly. You weren't kidding when you said you were a big fan of this.

"It's sweet, I guess," his voice soft as he shrugs. A few strands of his white hair fell in front of his face. His eyes glance up at you as you stare at him intently, waiting for him to continue. He awkwardly bites the inside of his cheek. It still feels weird having people who actually want to hear his opinion, even if it's as small as a drink. "A bit strange… The flavor is nice, but the fizz is new."

He takes another sip, careful with the angle he tilts the bottle lest the marble block the opening. He doesn't really understand the appeal of the marble. It's a nuisance. The fizz was the best part of the soda, but the clinking made it impossible to drink it quietly. Besides, he holds the ramune bottle out, how the hell do you even get it out? Does he need to throw it against a wall to break the bottle? He doesn't want to get broken glass everywhere since someone could accidentally step on it.

"Is the marble irritating you?" you ask, laughing quietly under your breath to not set Sakura off into another tomato-faced explosion.

"No!" he answers with a quick hiss, cheeks flushing. He can feel you stare at him as a smirk dances across your lips. He can already envision the teasing you’re concocting to make him react. He gives another soft huff, refusing to look at you, as he fidgets with the bottle. He doesn't want to ask you to help again. He already feels like a helpless idiot. Instead of commenting, you swing yourself upwards, planting your hand on your knee. The other hand, wrapped around the bottle, moves to your lips as you down the rest of your drink. The fizz of bubbles pops in the air while Sakura looks at you bewildered. Weren't you supposed to drink carbonated drinks slowly or you'll stomach hurt? Did you become immune or something from drinking so many?

"Come on, let's go. I still haven't finished my ramune 101 class," you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, winking over your shoulder which sends Sakura into another pink mess, as you slide off the stage.

"W- What do you mean we’re not done?" he stammers quickly, flustered as he scrambles up to follow you. He feels a bit dizzy from going from a sitting position to standing too quickly. He grips the bottle in his hand and takes a few quick steps to catch up to you as you stride to the doors leading outside the auditorium. You laugh again when he rushes to catch up. His quick reaction time betrays his small stature. It's kinda cute.

"It means I'm gonna teach you how to get the damn marble out, genius" you tease, shoving his shoulder as you reach the doors. Opening them, the two of you were met with the cool outside air. It's refreshing after being indoors for so long and the auditorium has gotten you both hot and stuffy. Hence the initial ramune drinks. You quickly take his hand, ignoring the screams, as you drag Sakura to the side of the building. "Togame! Are you sleeping still?"

"Huh?" a tired voice answers groggily from the other side of the wall. Togame is sitting on the ground next to the wall with his back against the auditorium. He has his legs stretched out, his head leaning back on the wall, rubbing his eyes to clear the ever-constant droop in his eyes. He looks as if he is napping before being rudely interrupted, "I was..."

"Oops. Hehe, sorry," you chuckle, hands raised up in a mock surrender although you don't particularly look apologetic. To be fair, Togame doesn't look upset either. Only gives you and Sakura a sleepy smile and nods as he raises his arm high to stretch. His green eyes drifted to the bottles of ramune in your hands with a curious tilt of the chin. In response, you beam at him, rattling the marble inside the glass bottle before handing it to him. "Please, if you could."

Togame snorts as he takes the bottle. There's a hint of playfulness in his tired eyes as he shakes the bottle a few times, letting the marble inside thump against the glass. It's funny watching the marble rattle around. It reminds him of a little toy marble maze he had as a child. He flicks his gaze to look at Sakura, who stands off to the side stiffly. The poor kid looks ready to bolt at any second when given an opening. His own half-finished bottle lays limply in his hand, the marble reflecting off the sun's light.

"You know you just have to twist the cap in the opposite direction right?" he says, wrapping his fingers around the blue lid and twisting the cap off. Turning the bottle over, he catches the marble from the opening into the palm of his hand. He extends his hand, sliding the marble into your waiting ones. "I know you're strong enough to do that."

"Yeah, but my hands get cramps and it's impossible to move it!"

"I don't think that's how that works...But if it really is too hard, you can keep coming to me."

Sakura stands by, feeling out of place as you go back and forth with Togame. Yet, he doesn't feel like an intruder this time, merely an observer. He looks down at his own bottle, hands moving to twist the cap off while making sure he doesn't spill the drink.

It's easy. It pops right off with barely any effort. Sakura has quite literally seen you throw a man double your size over your shoulder.

The marble reflects his face messily, but there's a shine of red glinting off the surface.

[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.