#YEARNING TOGAME???

[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.

[saexy]

you love your f/o. yes but i wanna know what charcters heart are you breaking to be w your f/o !! !! if you tell how- IM SMOOCHING

[aikuse]

OBEDIENT | 1,659 words (~13 mins reading time). afab!reader, wolf hybrid!togame, slight D/s dynamics, obedience training, cunnilingus (reader!receiving), fingering, pet names (reader calls togame “good boy” and “puppy”, togame calls reader “dove”)

author’s notes: all i could think of after seeing this art was just how cute togame would be with you :(( i’m so sick for him, need him waiting between my legs watching me play with myself and being such a good boy and waiting for me :(( need to make him clean his drool off the carpet after. the brain worms!!!!!!!!

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Brushing out Togame’s tail takes a lot of effort.

It’s billowing, gray shot through with black, and it always manages to get so tangled throughout the day. With him needing to hide it during fights, it’s easy to see how he comes home with it looking like he’d dragged it through a rose bush backwards.

“Your undercut’s growing out,” you murmur as he plops himself in front of you, right in between your legs. He’s still so tall that his gaze is level with your chest, but he rests his head on your crossed legs with a sigh, feeling your fingers card through his messy, damp hair from his shower. “Should I cut it again?” you hear him rumble, and he looks up at you lazily, his green eyes dulled by tiredness.

“No. I like it.”

He smiles. “Okay.”

He turns around, his back against the couch, and leans his head back against you, bumping your legs with his forehead. Your fingernails dig gently into the top of his head, scratching right in between his ears. “Right there?” you ask, and he nods slowly, humming as you continue your motions.

You go a step further, just to see how he reacts, by leaning over and wrapping an arm around him, scratching at his chin while your other hand stays between his ears. That gets a much different noise out of him, something close to a groan as his head doesn’t know whether to lean back into your scratching, or forward into your palm. He’s surrounded by pleasure right now, and you’re not even doing anything remotely sexual, just giving him the attention he wanted all day.

To come home, and be a good boy for you. To not have to be in charge. To melt into the floor as you coo at him, telling him how wonderful and obedient he is for you.

“Want me to brush your tail, too?” you ask him, and he nods, handing you the brush that he’d already brought from the bathroom. Your legs frame his head as you bend over, beginning to brush out the ends before moving up the rest.

Some of the knots are rough, but as you brush them out, you can’t help but feel the temperature in the room spike. You know he likes this; it’s a weird turn-on that he’s still not used to, but his tail is always so sensitive, feeling the knots work themselves out under your fingers being so erotic for him. You’d asked him once to explain, and he just shrugged. Some things are just like that, was his eloquent answer.

Your eyebrows raise as you let out a chuckle. “Someone needs something?” you whisper in his ear, leaning over, and he turns around to brush noses against you, eyes wide. The brush is set on the couch, momentarily forgotten. His gaze flicks up to the ceiling as if in mock thought, but his cheeks are brushed rosy red, a dead giveaway.

“Maybe.”

Your thighs feel the slightest bit wet underneath your lacy panties you have on, an ache suddenly springing to life. You’d be lying if you weren’t yearning for him extra hard today; being with Togame just feels so easy, and he’s so willing to please that you never fail to feel treasured and important to him. He makes you feel like a goddess, worshipping at your feet as much as you desire him to.

Your voice cracks as you speak. “Well, I might need something, if you’re open to it.”

His ears perk up almost immediately, his half-brushed tail swishing on the floor as he fully turns around. He moves onto his knees, sweeping his arms underneath your legs as his chest is flush, pushing you back onto the couch as he looms over you. “Yeah? Can I have a taste?” His voice is so smooth, so intoxicating that you fall easily into his trap.

You know you hold the keys, but even still, you let him do as he likes. You nod.

Your shorts are gently pulled off of your legs, along with your panties as he stares hungrily at your hole, leaning back on his feet. It’s quite wet at this point, strings of it sticking to his fingers as he gives you a gentle stroke. Your hips don’t fail to lurch up at him, and he smirks at you through his eyelashes.

You can’t help but stoke the flames. “I think you deserve a treat. Yeah? Want a treat, puppy?”

Treat. Togame���s tail wags behind him as his hand drops into his lap. You can see his eyes fogging over; it was so easy to get him to bend to you, naming such simple words for him to become so subservient. He loved it, though, you knew that as well; all he wants is to make sure you feel good. That’s his purpose; his wants and needs are irrelevant right now. It’s all about you.

The power high makes you braver as you spread your legs, and he stares hungrily at you, a small whine falling from his lips. Like a good dog, waiting to be told he can dive into you. You wait, though, because that’s what you enjoy the most; watching him be so desperate, but never disobeying you. How could he, after all?

You lick your fingers, moving them down to play with yourself, watching his eyes follow every movement your thumb makes. Your clit twitches under your finger, a gentle ahh falling from you as you look at him, clicking your tongue. His gaze immediately flips back to you, and there’s a small line of drool making its way down his chin.

He doesn’t make a move to wipe it off. You don’t want him to.

“Yeah? Wanna make me feel good, puppy?” you ask him, slowly swirling your thumb over your clit. You’ve done this so many times, you know Togame would feel better than your own fingers, but it’s worth watching his spit drip all over the carpet in anticipation. He nods, his tail slapping against the floor a little more aggressively than before.

You tut. “Tell me how much. Use your words.”

“Yes. So bad, wanna taste you so bad. Been thinking about you all day.” He emphasizes the “so” to a point where it sounds silly, but you know he means it. You know he’s telling the truth; the last thing Togame would ever do would be to lie to you.

“All day? What a good boy you are, only thinking of me.” You’re getting even braver, pushing the line further as you feel the hot coil in your stomach becoming more difficult to ignore. Your thighs are shaking, just slightly, but Togame’s gaze is drilled onto your own. He knows better than to look away.

“Come on, dove,” you hear him rumble, “please? Need to make you cum myself, I know you can’t do it alone.”

You let out a light giggle; you can’t ever tease him for very long, one of you breaks eventually (and it’s usually you, but you like the amount of leeway he gives you). “Okay,” you respond, finally giving into his demands. “You were so obedient there for me, waiting to be called. V-ahh-very good, you can—”

He’s onto you before you can even give the command, but you don’t care as you feel him move your hand away, pinning it against the couch, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as his tongue dives into you. It’s insane how quickly it yanks you to the edge, almost as fast as him pulling you forward onto his face. It’s like he’s trying to suffocate himself on you, his tail going absolutely insane behind him against the floor. The rhythmic thudding noise is in perfect time with his tongue on you, licking against your slit.

He breathes deeply, smelling your scent on your bush as if to memorize it once again. “Fuck, you smell and taste good, dove,” he rumbles against you, the vibration causing your legs to shudder and your head to fall back, “gonna make you cum now, ‘kay? You’re so close, I can smell it. All mine.”

You nod, your mouth falling open as you feel yourself teetering over the edge. You’re surprised he can sense that, but you consistently forget about his animalistic instincts; his sense of smell is extraordinary, of course he’d be able to smell your orgasms as they near you. It’s insanely hot, too; he’s able to attune to you better than anyone else you’ve been with.

“T-Togam—fuck—”

Your free hand reaches out as his tongue hits you just right, the wave of your orgasm slamming down on you as you tug on his hair, right in between his ears. He growls against you, and you wail, the added vibration punting you even further into ecstasy. He laps you up like he’s starving, unafraid of the squirt that’s spraying all over his face as you hold on for dear life, weathering every rolling climax that doesn’t seem to want to stop.

“S-So good—”

You barely hear him over the roar in your ears.

“Tastes so good, fuck, this is always worth waiting for. You’re always worth waiting for. God—”

You can feel him rutting against the couch as you finally feel yourself coming back down, feeling like you’re sinking into the couch as your eyes flutter shut. Your hand releases his hair, and he decides this time to not continue and lean up and over you once again, pressing kisses to your cheeks as you catch your breath.

“That good?” you hear him whisper in your ear, a gentle kiss following it, and you can’t help but giggle in your post-orgasm, mushy feeling, nodding.

“Yeah, you’re so obedient,” you rasp, and Togame’s lips curve into a smirk, “such a good puppy for me.”

He nestles into your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent.

“Only for you, dove.”

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© aikuse 2023-2024

[choccorin]

WIND BREAKER MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

BLURBS

strawberry kiss ( sakura haruka )

HEADCANONS

boyfie!kiryu

general kiryu hcs

arguments ( sakura haruka )

karaoke ( main five , general )

yearn ( sakura haruka , general )

babysitter ( various , general )

red flags ( various , general )

touch-starved ( vampire!sakura , general )

DRABBLES

valentine ( sakura haruka )

meet-cute ( sakura haruka )

vampire!sakura

muse ( vampire!sakura )

growing old ( vampire! sakura )

light rain ( sakura haruka )

eating habits ( sakura haruka , tw: eating disorder )

train station ( sakura haruka )

are we soulmates? ( sakura haruka )

love? ( sakura haruka )

thrifting ( sakura haruka )

peeled grapes ( sakura haruka / fushiguro megumi , separate )

dress to impress ( sakura haruka )

freckles ( nirei akihiko )

untitled ( suo hayato )

stress relief ( togame jo )

realizing they've fallen for you ( main trio )

his vampire!lover ( yamato endo )

[minjoonapio]

🎐 Wind Breaker CH.157: Remaining Embers

💭 THOUGHTS & ANALYSIS [⚠️SPOILERS⚠️]

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I was hoping Chika would be knocked out already since the last chapter left us with panels of Umemiya giving one hell of a sucker-punch. But I was wrong (at least we get to see them fight under the rain a lil' longer hehe)

This whole page, these three panels, is showing us a frame-by-frame of Chika being punched by Umemiya, indicating it's all in slow motion.

Usually, when a scene is in slow motion, it is either to reveal a certain detail or to emphasize a turning point or a shift in a character or in the scene.

This is Chika's turning point.

I believe the actual trigger of this shift is before the punch; when he froze and saw Umemiya’s determined eyes and the Bofurin leader echoed the deal they made a while ago.

Since then, Chika’s POV sounds different.

I love the bleary effect in one panel, showing Ume's POV. He is almost losing consciousness. I can feel how he is at that moment; energy's all used up, and he's aching everywhere. I mean, he especially had the wind knocked out of him so of course, he's trying to get some air in his lungs.

Despite all that, Umemiya still faces Chika head-on with the amount of will he’s got.

Chika may not be aware of it but this interaction with Ume is affecting him because he allowed it. He allowed Umemiya into his own world. All because of that same fiery aura he has that matches his.

But the thing is, right now, he's not only fighting the strong raging Umemiya he likes, but the Umemiya who wants to reach him into his world; determined not only to defeat him but to understand him.

So the moment Ume declared he wanted to get to know him, it did something to him. That's why it struck him frozen when they saw eye to eye.

We’re then shown a panel of a hammer hitting hot metal; the metaphor Endo used for Umemiya. His perspective is different from what we’re seeing now.

Old Ume may be selfish, forcing his ideals on the unwilling, but Present Ume yearns to listen to Chika. He doesn't want Chika to accept him or anything. He just wants to talk and perhaps have some mutual understanding. He won't make the same mistake he did back then (letting Chika be).

Allowing Umemiya in his world, interacting with their fists, may initially be a mistake, but in actuality, it is a blessing. Chika starts to gradually change. The way the lettering bolds the words "used to" and "good".

In Chika's world, he says he likes what he likes, and hates what he hates. But after that eye-to-eye interaction and Umemiya's words, he suddenly said he used to hate rain. He says it like this never happened before -- this change of his likes and dislikes.

Just because of this fight, this "conversation" with Umemiya, Chika's embers are gradually gone…but maybe his world will grow.

All this time, Chika never cared about the result. He just cares about the thrill of it, especially with someone he acknowledges (Him calling Umemiya's name shows that). And I think Chika probably is looking forward to his chat with Umemiya.

It’s like how Togame & Sakura expressed how they had fun in their fight. Since then, they respected each other (We also got a short-hair Togame joining in their fights and fanboying over his "best bud" Sakura. Lord, I never knew I needed that T.T)

“I had fun” The first time Chika said this, Umemiya was knocked down. He looked sad perhaps cause it's over. And I questioned then, what did he want to get from this fight? To make sure he clearly defeats Umemiya? (After this latest chapter, I don't think so) And what now since he defeated Umemiya?

But this time, the tables have turned. He's defeated...but something’s changed. We don't see his face when he says those words. Only Umemiya’s reaction.

I’m guessing he looked content.

I chuckled when Chika is like “ok bitch you won now move your big head and let me enjoy the rain” But in a sense, this is Chika now, changed and open.

He stares at the rain like how he would stare at fireworks.

Finally, their fight ended with Umemiya as the winner. Not only in their physical fight but also broke Chika's walls down.

We can finally have that talk. (I swear if they’re gonna have it while lying down under the rain, I’m gonna flip)

Sorry if I may not make any sense. I try. My brain is not braining well today. Haha. It's the effects of the Wind Breaker drought!

Thank you for reading! The next chapter will be up next Tuesday at Kodansha/K Manga!

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[kkotda]

SO STUPID IN LOVE (WITH YOU)

kozume kenma x koi ┊ #koizume

၊၊||၊ All to Myself • MILKK

in every universe, it's you. couple outfits, matching jewelry. interlocking pinkies. braiding hair. lingering glances full of yearning, fingers trailing on skin, soft kisses behind the ear. cats curled into each other in the shape of a heart, tails twining. two halves of a whole, eternally joined.

marius von hagen x koi ┊ #marikoi

၊၊||၊ sunny day • anees

you're my muse, my inspiration. hand placed gently behind, weaving through a crowd. pulled in by the waist. kisses gently placed on knuckles. sketchbooks filled with charcoal drawings and watercolor paints that bleed and blend together.

sakura haruka x koi ┊ #harukoi & togame jo x koi ┊ #koijo

၊၊||၊ You Put a Spell on Me • Austin Giorgio

i'd let the world burn, i'd let the world burn for you. bloodied fists, crazed looks, raspy voices. matching tattoos, hair ties on wrists, lipstick stains on skin. twin matchsticks set aflame. teeth biting softly, lips pressed firmly, hands holding gently. eyes that can't possibly look away. light and dark, fire and ice, white and black, red and blue.

sylus x koi ┊ #syloi

၊၊||၊ Figure You Out • VOILÁ

geto suguru x koi ┊ #sugoi

၊၊||၊ Skin and Bones • David Kushner

beauty and the beast. lost puppy following around its master.

YOURS, KOI

[lanternb61]

Second Chance

Part 3

Togame could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the need for rest after going through so much shock and confusion. He suggested, "Hey doll, it's pretty late. You should probably get some rest in your hospital bed. You've been through a lot today."

He gently took your hand, offering her a reassuring squeeze. "I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep, alright?"

You nod. "Sure, I think I need some rest for a while." You smile softly at Togame.

Togame nodded in agreement, a bittersweet feeling tugging at his heart. He wanted to keep seeing your smile, but the guilt gnawed at him, knowing he played a part in your heartache. He guided you back to your hospital bed, gently pulling up the blanket and making sure you were tucked in comfortably.

"Try to get some rest," he said softly, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll be right here beside you if you need anything, doll."

"Okay, Togame." You laid on hospital bed. "Is it really true that the fastest to fall asleep is by counting the sheep?"

Togame smiled softly, glad he could share a simple tip with you.

"That's right, doll," he reassured you. "Counting sheep is a tried-and-true method for falling asleep faster. Now, close your eyes and picture sheep jumping over a fence, one by one. Count 'em as they go, and before you know it, you'll be drifting off into dreamland."

You chuckled. "You sound like a father you know, why don't you tell me any bedtime story before I fall asleep?"

Togame felt a mixture of surprise and warmth at your request for a bedtime story. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility and fatherly affection.

With a gentle smile, Togame replied, "Alright, doll. Let's see if I can tell a good story. Have you ever heard the story of 'The Magic Dragon and the Knight'? It's about a princess saved by a fearless knight who befriends a magical dragon. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes, I'm all ears." You anticipated.

Togame settled into a comfortable position, ready to recite the tale. His voice carried a soft, soothing tone as he spoke, hoping to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

"Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a beautiful princess with golden hair and bright eyes. She lived in a grand castle, but she was lonely and yearned for an adventure..."

Togame continued the tale, his voice weaving a tale of courage and magic.

"One day, the princess escaped from the castle and stumbled into the nearby forest, where she got lost and found herself in danger. But then, out of nowhere, a brave knight appeared. He was tall and strong, with a gleaming sword and a loyal horse. He saw the princess in peril and rushed to her aid..."

"Sounds like Rapunzel? Does the princess has magical hair?"

Togame chuckled lightly, realizing the similarities with Rapunzel.

"It does sound a bit like Rapunzel, doesn't it? Well, the princess in this story doesn't have magical hair, but she does have a kind heart and remarkable wisdom for her age."

He resumed the story, painting a vivid picture of the courageous knight and the damsel in distress.

"As the knight fought off evil creatures and bandits, he was joined by a magical dragon with scales that sparkled like rubies in the sunlight. The dragon became the knight's trusted ally, lending him magical powers and wisdom. Together, they traversed treacherous mountain paths and deep caves, fighting together to save the princess..."

"Ouh I know this sounds familiar! Wait what is it? The green man in child movie?" You shook your head off remembering the movie title.

Togame chuckled softly, realizing you were referring to Shrek.

"Ah, you're thinking about Shrek, the movie with the green ogre. Well, my story is similar in some ways, but it has its own unique characters and plot. The knight in my story doesn't have an ogre best friend; he has a magical dragon instead. They're both courageous heroes, though!"

You look at Togame enthusiastically.

Togame noticed your enthusiastic expression and couldn't help but smile wider. He continued recounting his tale, his voice filled with even more excitement.

"As the knight, dragon, and princess journeyed through the forest, they encountered numerous challenges. They faced trolls, evil goblins, and even a wicked witch who sought to stop them from rescuing the princess. But with the power of their bravery, the cleverness of the knight, and the magical prowess of the dragon, they overcame each hurdle..."

"I still can't sleep Togame...." You whined.

Togame noticed that you still couldn't fall asleep and pondered for a moment. He gently brushed your hair, his touch soothing.

"Hmmm, it seems like the story alone isn't doing the trick. How about I hum a lullaby to you? Maybe a soothing melody will help lull you to sleep."

"Alright." You moved to other bedside. "How about you lay beside me and accompany me while I fall asleep?"

Togame felt a rush of butterflies in his stomach at your request. He hesitated for a moment, recalling his past relationship with you, but he couldn't resist the gentle plea in your voice.

"Alright, doll," he acquiesced softly, gently laying down beside you on the hospital bed. He draped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him in a protective embrace.

Togame gently caressed your cheek and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, his touch filled with tenderness and affection. He marveled at your soft, peaceful expression and murmured softly,

"You're so beautiful like this, doll. So peaceful, calm, and free of worry. And that adorable face," he chuckled softly, unable to resist praising her. "So perfect, so cute in its innocence."

As Togame looked at your peaceful face, a strong urge to kiss you filled him. However, he held back, remembering the guilt that still gnawed at him for his past arguments and his painful breakup with you. He knew it wouldn't be fair to you to act on his feelings while you couldn't recall their history together.

Togame settled onto one of the chairs in the hospital room, his heart filled with a mix of emotions. He couldn't bring himself to leave your side just yet and decided to stay until you discharged.

He draped a blanket over himself, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in the cramped chair. It was far from an ideal spot, but his concern for your well-being outweighed the discomfort.

As the days goes by, you finally discharged from hospital. As the bus ride extended to your home, exhaustion overtook you, and you drifted off to sleep on Togame's broad shoulder. The elderly couple behind both of you couldn't help but smile at the sight and Togame, sensing your head falling forward, gently held it with his hand to keep you comfortably nestled against him.

Togame felt a surge of warmth and affection as he gently caressed your cheek while you slept peacefully on his shoulder. He savored the rare opportunity to care for you in this vulnerable moment, a stark contrast to his past strained relationship with you. Despite the lingering guilt, he couldn't help but relish in the tenderness of the moment.

As Togame sat motionless on the bus, his thoughts filled the silence. He wished time would stand still - that this moment of closeness with you, your head resting gently against his shoulder, would last forever. He found solace in the simple act of caring for you, even though it brought a bittersweet pang to his heart. The guilt of his past strained relationship weighed heavily on his soul, yet he couldn't deny the love he still held for you deep within his heart.

As you reached your house, you looked at your window, a look of discomfort on your face due to  your throbbing headache. Togame noticed your discomfort and quickly stepped in to reassure you.

"Hey, doll, it's okay," he consoled gently, his voice filled with compassion. "Everything will be alright. Let's get you inside and rest."

As Togame bade farewell to you, he couldn't help but feel a tug in his heart. Though he longed to be with you, he knew he had to leave, knowing it was what you wanted.

He gave you a warm smile, his voice gentle. "Rest well, doll. If you need anything, I'll be just a call away." With a final look of affection, he turned and bracing himself, he walked away.

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[voidcat]

Mino I’m too sleep deprived and running on the clock rn to talk but we Will talk abt angsty togame stuff and him yearning from afar one day…. Soon….

[gravesung-moving]

Togame remained close to Sakura, hand coming to firmly place itself beside Sakuras head, leaning in even closer as green eyes gaze intently down to the other male. He harbored such emotion for Sakura, emotions that demanded to be recognized... and so with that in mind Togame closes the distance between them. Lips meet before Togame can think too much on it, eyes closing as the kiss lingers... and soon Togame pulls back, not wanting to overwhelm Sakura.

HE'S NOT SURE WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HIM. the leaping feeling in his chest reminds him of the furious embarrassment he experiences when he witnesses stupid, sappy romance, but this is — it's the same and it's not the same. there's something else in it. something that kicks up his heartbeat to a nervous flutter, something yearning. what the hell is going on?

it starts getting worse when @shishitoren-vc leans so close sakura can smell his cologne. there's something in the way those eyes meet his, intense and focused, that makes sakura unable to look away from them. they're so damn green. he's never seen such bright eyes before. wait — why is he thinking about that? and why does it feel like hie heart is about to fucking explode? ❝ t- togame— ❞

before he can say the fuck's gotten into you, togame leans even closer and ... kisses him? sakura gasps, a sharp, involuntary sound. his shoulders scrunch — his body locks up in pure flustered confusion — and he's not sure what. to do with his mouth. this isn't at all like fighting, he has no instincts to rely on. at first, his lips are still and stiff, but they part slightly in a clumsy attempt to respond in some way. his eyes blink, wide and shocked, then squeeze shut when they notice togame's are closed. shit. shit shit shit. he's going to fuck this up, whatever this is.

but he doesn't shove him away. it feels... nice. togame's lips are soft, and the closeness is unlike anything sakura's ever experienced. it feels like being completely enveloped by another person, sense by sense, a total blackout. he can't hear anything over his own heartbeat and he can't breathe — what if togame was expecting him to know what to do — and this is so gentle, so much more gentle than sakura deserves —

when the taller boy pulls away, sakura's face is redder than it's ever been. eyes flung wide, pupils dilated, breaths shaky, words tangled up in his throat, he just... stares. then, once the shock clears: ❝ w-what the hell was that!! ❞

[solaarbeeam]

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.

[aikuse]

gn!reader. 393 words. just a lil word dump of my current WB favorite <3

thinking about togame jo and how slow he moves. you’ve always been a fast walker, a fast speaker, always in such a rush. but when you meet togame, he teaches you to relax, to slow down, to take a pause and smell the roses.

“why are ya always in such a rush?” he asks you one day, lounging on the patio of his apartment. he’s in his shishitoren jacket, the orange meshing deliciously with the sunglasses perched on his nose. a toothpick occupies his mouth as his fingers card through your hair, your head in his lap on the wicker couch he brought up when he first moved in.

you shrug. truthfully be told, you don’t know where it came from; the likely source was work, but you’d always been a kid that moved at high speeds. prone to accidents from going too fast, enjoying going eighty in a fifty in your beater car on the highway, skinned knees and bruised chins numbing you to real pain. you were addicted to the thrill, to the fast pace of the city, but sometimes you did yearn for a space to calm down.

not to mention, you could get used to his fingers lazily scratching at your scalp.

“dunno,” you finally say, “jus’ feel like i’m always late for something.”

his chest rumbles with a chuckle as he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips. “well, ya know ya can slow down w’me anytime.” the request hangs in the air as he looks off at the sunset. the toothpick is tight between his lips as he chews on it, as if contemplating something.

"why are you always moving so slowly? don't people get pissed off with you about how late you are to things?" you shoot back. A smirk tugs at togame's lips as he looks back down at you, a twinkle in his eye. "do ya really think anybody's gonna try 'n get me on that?" he says smoothly, his tone level. you huff. fair point.

instead of bantering again, you nestle into his lap, the hours of sunbathing smoothing out your buzzing brain into something much quieter…a soft, gentle hum, coming from togame’s chest as he rumbles out a lazy tune, as if lulling you to sleep.

your eyes flutter shut.

yeah...slowing down with togame was something you could get used to.

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