#fuguo keiji balance unlimited

[ha-hatdog]

little one / daisuke kambe

i definitely did not swoon while writing this. again, i did not know if you wanted hcs or one shot but i'll go with one shot. this is a good time to post this since the latest episode showed pics of smol daisuke omg. also, the name of your son is kakeru - yes, as in kakeru from run with the wind lmao

and to those who are saying i should add read more to my long fics, i really want to but i don't have a laptop or computer. i write everything on my phone, on the tumblr app. so if you know how to add read more in posts using the app, then please do dm me. thank chu💛

requested by anon: one where daisuke and reader have a two year old son together? lots of fluff

UNEDITED

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Your palm concealed your amused lips, a snort emanating from your wrinkled nose as you took in the sight before you.

Kambe Daisuke was a man of little words and little expressions, and even now, after being married to you for four years and having a son who was now at the age of two, that has not changed. He was still the stoic and cool detective millionaire you have met many years ago - which is exactly what makes the unfolding scene before you much more hilarious.

Monotonous Daisuke, the same man you had seen take down criminals twice his size, was haphazardly sprawled on your carpeted ground, arms and legs outstretched, cheek pressed flat against the material of the carpet as a smaller and cuter carbon copy of him perched comfortably on his back, oblivious to the position he had set his father on, doing nothing but lie down on his father's back and sleep soundly, eyes closed, snoring and wearing such an adorable sleeping face that it was difficult not to coo.

The sight alone was already adorably hilarious, but seeing the genuine distress on Daisuke's face had you doubling over, your palm muffling your laughter.

"Look at you," You whispered at him by the doorframe, your knees bent and your other hand sliding along the frame of the door. "You look so dumb, Daisuke."

"I'm happy at least you find this amusing, but I do not." Your husband responded back in an ired puff, azure eyes glaring at you from the floor. It took all of you not to swoon.

"Don't look at me like that, my love. I can't take you seriously when our son is using you as a mattress." Daisuke's glare intensified, but as your previous statement suggested, all purpose of threat was dulled by the position he was in. "How did you even get yourself in this situation?"

"I find it unnecessary to tell you." Answered Daisuke, and from how his cheeks tinged red, you could only assume it was something embarassing. "Will you help me, love? Take Kakeru off of my back."

You shifted your gaze back to your slumbering son, and a fond smile sprouted on your brims.

Sometimes you wonder how you were even able to make this precious, big eyed, nuzzling baby. He was an exact copy of Daisuke, not a single hint of your genes. Blank face, quiet, raven hair, blue eyes, the little shine in his eyes whenever he saw you - it was like seeing Daisuke when he was a child, and it was because of this fact that you were at least feeling a little bit alright with your son having no semblance with you.

"Kakeru," You whispered to your son as you stepped closer to your best boys with quiet footfalls, and he scrunched his face ay the brief interruption of your cooing voice. You stopped yourself from squishing his cute little face, and knelt down beside them. "Kake -"

Your sentence was cut off when you felt a hand under your knee. Immediately, Daisuke retracted his hand away, hurling your way a soft glare. "Watch where your knee is going."

You chuckled at his dilemma and reached down to stroke his head. "Mattresses don't talk, Daisuke."

"Normal people don't talk to mattresses." Countered Daisuke, huffing and averting his gaze away from you. You stifled your laughter as his pout grew more prominent. It might be very obvious already with how Daisuke has everything handed over to him with a single breath, but your husband absolutely hated losing in any forms ; even in your daily banter, he must always have the last word. People often mistakenly thought that you, being his darling wife that he had persistently courted for a whole year, would be exempted to this childish pettiness you consistently deny her allegations, firmly believing you were receiving the worse end of it. This man cannot forget the times you have successfully reigned victory over his own game, months or weeks, it never failed to be permanently ingrained in his mind ; and this resulted to puzzling moments which goes by a chronological sequence - a relatively normal day, an opportunity to divulge the opening you have unknowingly presented before his feet, and then comes his last word, to which he will remind you as your confused face stared back at him when his out of the blue statement has originally birthed from.

However, there was only one person who could defeat him at that, would never let him get the last word and that is your son Kakeru. As you stared at his sleeping face, you cannot help but smile as you reminiscent that particular day.

***

Haru Kato has been invited to your house to meet Kambe Kakeru. Daisuke has been mildly cross with Haru meeting his son because he was petty and said that Kakeru needed no other man than him but seeing that Daisuke has become good friends with Haru in the two years they were partners, you insisted that he meets him. It was already unfair that Haru had to wait until Kakeru was two to meet him, the first and last time he saw him being after you had given birth (Daisuke only let him have a glimpse then pushed him out of the hospital room because he doesn't want Kakeru thinking he was his father).

"Kakeru," You chided as you crouched beside your son who was hiding behind Daisuke's legs and peering at the gray haired male, eyes curious yet cautious. "Don't you want to meet Uncle Haru?"

Haru stepped closer to the three of you, bent down near Kakeru's height, and outstretched his hand for him to shake. "Hey there, Kakeru." Haru greeted with a smile.

Kakeru recoiled and hid himself further behind Daisuke, hands around his pants tightening. "Daddy," He whimpered. "Bad man."

Haru's face fell at the enunciation, and you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke stared blankly at Haru as his hand travelled behind his back to stroke Kakeru's head. "You heard my son. Get out of here, bad man." Daisuke uttered his command.

A tick mark appeared on Haru's forehead at Daisuke's vocalization and before things could escalate out of the power of your responsibility, you interjected, regaiming your proper posture and clasping your hands together. "Kakeru is just wary of Haru because this is the first time he's seeing him, no need to fight." You told them off.

"No, Haru is just naturally scary." Daisuke stated with bantering finality.

"This is coming from a man who barely smiles." Argued Haru, scowling.

"And this is coming from someone who seems to be making a living screaming at me." Countered Daisuke.

Kakeru's eyes widened at what his father had said and shot Haru a small glare, yet his stance never wavered from its hiding place. "He screams at daddy . . . " Murmured Kakeru in a thoughtful trance, and pointed at Haru, shocking all three of you. "D-Don't scream at daddy again!"

Alarm made its way to Haru's facr at the accusation. "No, I have not once yelled at your dad - "

Daisuke turned around and knelt in front of Kakeru. Daisuke stared into his son's eyes and Kakeru stared back. "Don't listen to him, Kakeru. You should never listen to him, never ever. He makes daddy get all angry when we're doing police missions together."

"O-Oi," Haru inserted, fuming. "You're the one who always makes me mad! Don't turn the child on me!"

But Kakeru was not listening to Haru, as his beloved father has told him. Kakeru nodded firmly, lips curling. "Yes, daddy." He vouched in determination.

"Daisuke, stop it." You chastised, sighing and turned to the other detective that was not using your son to his advantage. "Sorry about this, Haru. Kakeru really looks up to Daisuke so he does anything he tells him to."

Kakeru, all of a sudden, began trotting away from the three of you, leaving all of you confused. After a few minutes, Kakeru returned, a determined look on his face.

"Kakeru, sweetheart, where did you go?" You asked as you approached him. "It's rude to leave our guest hanging, you know."

"Fight bad man," You and Haru gasped in horror when your son suddenly brandished a gun to Haru, not just a toy, but a real one. His tiny hands trembled as he was not used to the weight of the metal weapon burdening his grasp, and he was still glaring at Haru. "I pew pew bad guy, mommy, like daddy do with bad guys!"

"Kakeru, where did you get that gun?" You questioned, alarmed and and genuinely frightened. You looked to your husband to assess his reaction, but much to your mortification, Daisuke looked calm as he always is, as if your son wasn't capable of hurting a person as of the moment. "Daisuke, what the hell?"

You let out a yelp when Kakeru turned to you, and in the process, turned the gun to you. "Bad word, Mommy." He scolded. "I don't like."

Daisuke drawled. "It's not a big deal."

Haru growled. "Your son has a weapon! How are you not freaking out?" He then turned to Kakeru and extended his hand. "Give me the gun, Kakeru. Give it."

But Kakeru shook his head defiantly. "No!"

Daisuke frowned at his wife and his partner. "Why are you making a big fuss about this?" He questioned. "It's unloaded and the safety is on."

At the mention of those, you and Haru felt a brief sense of relief until Haru spoke out, "Just because it's unloaded doesn't mean it's okay!"

"It's basically a toy." Retorted Daisuke.

You walked towards your husband and pulled at his ear. His face did not at all change, seemingly expecting this reaction from you. "Daisuke, where did he even get the gun? Has one of yours been just lying around his reach?" This concerned you. If your son was able to get a weapon easily, what more is your husband letting him get?

"I gave him one." Answered Daisuke.

"And why would you give our two year old a gun?" You snapped at him.

"Kakeru said he wanted to hold a gun. Just like you, I said no." Daisuke glanced over at Kakery who was watching the three of you curiously. "However - " He turned back to you, and looked away. " - he's too adorable, as you might say."

You and Haru, in unison, slapped your hands to your forehead, exasperated with Daisuke's response.

"Kakeru probably looked sad when Daisuke said no." Haru remarked. "I can't blame him to be honest."

"He's spoiling him in ways too many." You added, and removed your hand from your forehead. "Daisuke, I know you love our son and pampering him but he can't just have a gun."

"Why, mommy?" You all looked at Kakeru, and immediately understood why Daisuke was forced to give him an unloaded gun. "Not love me?"

"A-Ah," You shrieked, horrified. "The secret move!"

Haru gulps. "This boy knows a little too much about his abilities."

"Even if it doesn't have any bullets?" Daisuked asked you.

You hurtled him a glower. "Even if it doesn't have any bullets and yes, even if it has the safety lock on." You immediately added when you saw Daisuke open his mouth.

Said man huffed. "Fine. If I knew you were going to react like this, I wouldn't have done it."

You and Haru watched as Daisuke knelt down in front of your son. Kakeru stared at his father, eyes wide and admiring. Daisuke lets out a sigh and extended his palm, "Give."

Kakeru shook his head vigorously, and his face scrunched as if he was going to cry but was trying to suppress it. "Daddy no love me too?"

You waited for what Daisuke would do, but he did not move. More seconds has passed, and he was yet to move. You and Haru exchanged glances before you moved over to him, checking him out. "Daisuke, love, what - Daisuke?"

A torn man was what Daisuke coukd be called at that moment. His face was deadpanned, but being with him longer than anyone else, you were able to pick up the small difference his expression held right now.

"U-Uh, Daisuke, are you okay?" You questioned in a form of a titter, eyebrows connected. "Daisuke?"

Haru walked over to Daisuke and leaned to look at him. "A-Ah, he looks like he's suffering."

"No, no," Denied Daisuke, frown deepening as he tried not to fall for his son's adorable trap. "Daddy loves you. But mommy and I agreed that you can't have that kind of toy, Kakeru."

"But," You all drew in a breath Kakeru hugged the gun to his chest, tears prodding the corners of his eyes. "My favorite toy is this."

"But why that, baby?" You asked softly. "You have so many other toys. Why that one?" You recalled the heaping amount of toys Daisuke bought for Kakeru.

Kakeru pouted, cheeks puffing. You couldn't help but imagine little Daisuke like that. "Because Daddy gave me this." Said Kakeru. "I want to be police, like daddy."

Daisuke turned to you, the internal struggle in his eyes prominent but you shook your head at him. Your husband sighed and looked at Kakeru again. He put his hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Kakeru closed his eyes at the affection, welcoming it and his rigid frame loosening. Kakeru opened his eyes and let out a small noise of surprise as Daisuke wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

From what you can deduce, you knew Daisuke was about to say something brilliant to your son, to teach him something valuable. But before Daisuke could even open his mouth, Haru cut him off -

"A gun doesn't make a cop, Kakeru. It's the sense of justice to do the right thing and keeping people safe does." Haru then proceeded to take out his badge and handing it to Kakeru with a large smile on his face. "You can borrow this for a while, while I'm still here. As much as I want to give it to you, I need it to do my job as a cop. But maybe in the future, you can get one of your own. You'll be just like your dad."

You were impressed by what Haru had said, but Kakeru - his eyes were wide and glittering with admiration as he stared at Haru, all fear of the bad man gone. You swear that there was light all around Haru if you're ever seeing through Kakeru's eyes. But one member of the group disliked this mild change, and it was your irritated and pouting husband.

You covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke was obviously feeling jealous of Haru now that his son was ignoring him - the emotion only worsening when Kakeru took the badge from Haru and dropped the gun on the ground and stared at the shiny object, whispering, "Uwahh,"

A cloud of dread hung over Daisuke and you patted his back in comfort. "There, there, Daisuke, he's just making a friend."

"But why with Haru?" Grumbled Daisuke, sulking. "And why is he looking at him like that? I should be the only one he's looking at like that. You too, I guess."

You let out a sigh. "You're really jealous when it comes to me and Kakeru."

Haru looked proud of the achievement and improvement he had made with Kakeru, his hands over his hips. "Looks pretty cool, right?"

Kakeru nodded enthusiastically, examining the badge thoroughly. "Very cool." He murmured, and then stared at Haru intently, lips pursing. "I wanna be like Mister Haru when I grow up!"

That was the first time you have seen Daisuke speechless and the last time Haru had seen Kakeru for six months. You were certain Daisuke did not speak to Haru for about two weeks, only communicating through nods and grunts, and Haru did not know whether to feel relieved or irritated at that. Maybe a little bit of both.

But, that was the only time Daisuke did not have the last word.

Kakeru certainly has Daisuke around his little finger.

***

You reached forward and shook Kakeru awake softly. "Kakeru," You chimed, and he scrunched his face again, not wanting to be disturbed sleeping on Daisuke's back. "Wake up, baby,"

Kakeru let out a small groan, and slowly opened his eyes. A familiar pair of blue hues greeted you, the same eyes that you wake up to every morning. Kakeru let out a big yawn and rubbed his left eye with his hand, groaning out, "Mommy," He then looked down at Daisuke who was craning his head to watch his son. "And Daddy."

You smiled at him and opened your arms, hands making grabby movements towards your two year old. "Come here, baby," You cooed sweetly.

Kakeru perked up and a glimmer crossed his eyes, the same glimmer when Daisuke had seen you for the first time. You could never forget that time, and you can never find it more beautiful than seeing that in your son's eyes whenever you offer him affection. Immediately, the two year old scrambled out of Daisuke's back - Daisuke grunted as his little feet padded on his back a few times as he struggled to get to your lap and arms - and sunk in your embrace. Your eyes grew gentler as Kakeru snuggled closer to your chest, cheek rubbing on your clothing and his hands clinging to the fabric.

"Are you tired, baby?" You questioned as you stroked the back of his head, finger running over his hair.

Kakeru nodded tiredly. "Daddy played cops and robbers with me."

"Let me guess, you were the cop and he was the robber?" You commented.

"Yes, and I captured Daddy many, many times." Answered Kakeru, proud with himself.

"Oh, is that so? That's amazing, baby. You're going to be a great cop like Daddy." You then turned over to Daisuke who was now recovering from being used as a bed. He dusted himself as he sat properly on the ground in front of you. "Is that why you were under him? Because you were arrested?"

Daisuke looked away. "I think I need to teach him how to properly apprehend a criminal."

You giggled. "When he's older, Daisuke."

He faced you with a sharp twist of his face, expression determined. "He won't grow older."

You frowned. "What?"

You and Daisuke looked down to see Kakeru fighting the need to sleep, his eyes opening and closing.

"I don't . . . " Daisuke trailed off, and a trace of embarassment scrawled on his face. You rarely see your husband embarassed and so you waited for him to continue. " . . . I don't want Kakeru to grow up."

You shook your head lightly, smile broadening. "Daisuke," You whispered, and when he did not look at you, you called him again. "Love, look at me."

He did so, and with one hand, you cradled his face. "I know how you feel. I understand where you're coming from. But - " You mused. " - don't you want to see our son grow up to be a fine man? To be the person he aspires to be? To be like you?"

Daisuke stares back at you, and took a gander at Kakeru who was beginning to fall asleep. He lets out a sigh and nodded in agreement, "I guess that would be pleasant to see."

"And he'll marry a great girl." You added.

"Marry mommy," Kakeru drawled. He was forcing himself to stay awake but his eyes was not cooperating with his spirits.

Daisuke scooted closer to both of you and brushed his knuckles on Kakeru's forehead. "Marry mommy? You're going to take mommy away from me?"

Kakeru shook his head. "Marry someone like mommy," One of his hand extended and took hold of Daisuke's shirt, the other still clinging to you. Kakeru looked up at both of you, still comfortable in your lap and chest. His eyes, again, were bright. "I want family like me, and mommy, and daddy."

Warmth swathed your chest, your heart melting. You took a gander to Daisuke and saw that the expression he wore - love, care, and the promise of sacrifice when it comes to it and when he looked at you, the emotions never faltered, and they only grew stronger. Sometimes you wonder just how much Daisuke loved you and Kakeru.

"A family like the three of us." Kakeru let go of your clothing and showed three fingers of his and quickly pressed the three digits together. "A happy family."

Kakeru fell asleep after his statement. His arm dropped and his head moved to one side, his eyes closed and lips parted.

"We should tuck him in." Daisuke declared.

"Yeah," You agreed and Daisuke helped you stand up, making sure you two aren't waking your sleeping son. You moved him to his bed, setting him down the mattress gently. Daisuke took the liberty of putting the blanket over Kakeru. Your child shifted in his spot, and cuddled to his pillow.

You sat on the bed beside Kakeru, observing your son. "Already tired when the morning has just barely started." You chuckled.

"He said he needed practice to be a cop, and I couldn't say no." Daisuke inserted.

"You can never say no to Kakeru anyways." You jested.

"Same with you." Daisuke knelt down beside the bed, arms resting on the mattress and his head level with his son's. He admired Kakeru, his deadpan expression gone and a small smile on his face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kakeru's cheek, lingering for a while before pulling away.

Daisuke faced you and you raised an eyebrow as he took your hand.

"You have given me a beautiful son. Thank you so much, my love."

[dope-squish]

now from the top

make it drop

that's a dead ass culprit

now get a bucket and a mop

that's a dead ass culprit

[akaashisupremacy]

Thankful

Summary: What is Haru most thankful for? 

Masterlist || Haru Kato x reader  

genre: lil bit of angst, domestic fluff  (wc: 545)

“I got offered a transfer back into the First Division.” is the first thing Haru Kato says while he stumbles back into your shared apartment.

Despite being in the laid back Modern Crimes department, Haru somehow got shot in the last case he worked on and is barely recovered. He has just come back from a visit to the hospital.

You help him ease  into his bed after taking off his coat. Haru loves police work a little too much for his own good in some cases.

“Are you going to take it?” you ask. He puts his crutch at the side of his bed and moves in so you had a place to sit.

He takes a deep breath, “The money will come in handy....”

“We can move to some place bigger or go on vacation. Maybe start saving up for our future…” his voice trails. Although you don’t doubt that Haru does want to put money aside, his words lack their usual sincerity.

“Is that what you really want?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I’ll be fine. It’s not a bad gig.” He shrugs and reaches out to hold your hand.

You place one hand over his and quietly murmur, “I don’t believe you.”

He looks left and right, relenting to his true feelings. After that incident with the bank robbery, all Haru seemed to crave were the shadows of himself when he was in the First Division. But lately, his obsession of the past is gone. For the first time in your relationship, you’ve come to meet Haru—passionate, bright-eyed pre-incident Haru.

“I used to dream of the day that I could be worthy of being back in First Division, but now that it’s here, I’m…” he takes a long sigh.

“...not sure you want it anymore?” you finish for him.

“I was still kind of a wreck when you met me. It’d be nice to do something for you for once. It’s always been about me…my demotion, my injury, my work. Don’t you want something for yourself?” he asks, his eyes full of emotion. He’s extremely grateful for all that you’ve done, but the guilt of mostly focusing on himself weighs on his back.

“Haru, I’m ok with how we’re living now.” you smile, “I also want you to be happy and even if that means staying in Modern Crimes.  I didn’t come into this relationship so you can reward me for when you come out of your rut.”

You smirk and he chuckles a bit. For a moment, he pauses to let go of his former ambitions.

“I used to think I had to be in the First Division to be considered a real detective, but I...guess not.” he breathes out.

You put your hands around your waist, “Well in my opinion, ever since Kambe joined the force, you’ve been facing the same level of danger and excitement as you did in First Division, if not more.”

“Same or more assholery too.” he rolls his eyes.

You both laugh.

“Thank you, for being ok with this. I know my job isn’t something you can brag about.”

You smile and plant a kiss on his forehead.  

“I’m not doing you a favor by staying with you. I’m here because I love you.”

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Do you ever just randomly remember that the first time Daisuke laughed again since his mother's death was because of Haru or are you normal

[daisukeharu]

Great Pretender gave me Balance Unlimited vibes and I missed Daisuke and Haru so much I rewatched the show in one day

[mxjules]

daisuke is being framed and haru is going to be the only one left who can help him

[philtat0s]

[emoli]

last daisuke post cause i finished balance unlimited 10/10 would recommend

AND IF DAISUKE DOESNT STRANGLE ME INSTEAD-

ALSO HIM LAUGHINGJDISHSUW OH MY GOD

[captain-triangles]

The funniest thing in this whole episode is Haru watching cop movies and relating so hard to the guy who's obsessed with justice.

AND THEN MAKING DAISUKE WATCH THEM WITH HIM

[aesthetic-question-mark]

Daisuke Kanbe from Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (Millionaire Detective)

[maxinemorningstar]

Choose your fighter ;)

I drew hair down Daisuke prior to episode 4 and didn’t anticipate that his hair wouldn’t be even as close as I anticipated it to be hahaha

Please do not repost. Reblogs appreciated!

[ha-hatdog]

daisuke kambe hcs

- what is it like to be dating daisuke kambe/domestic life with daisuke kambe

i hope you don't mind but i slapped two requests together because they were nearly similar. since i am making one post with two requests, i'll try to make this longer. i hope you enjoy this

requested by anon (i just turned my anon ask and i'll just go ahead and presume you want to be anon hehe sorry about that) : Hi, I saw your post. 😳 I just wanna say goodluck to your writing! and I'll be looking forward to them in the future. ❤ (Your anon asks aren't on btw. 😔) And for the request, it can be a headcanon or a short fic/scenario, whichever you like. :3 But can I please get soft/domestic Daisuke to his s/o (which is the reader)? Like, they're taking care of each other stuff. ❤👁👄👁

uwu thank you so much and i look forward to writing more stories for you

requested by @holdmejk : what it’s like to date daisuke 🥺

i wonder too how it would be like to date this rich man so here ya go

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haru kato is the simple man, simple life

there is no way daisuke kambe can be considered the same. this is the very reason why haru hates the man with a burning passion

waking up with daisuke goes two ways - the normal soft wake up, or the after sex wake up

if you wake up normally, you will always find yourself on his chest, a hand over the small of your back and the other behind your head, pressing you close to him as if you were his leverage to the real world

you never get tired of seeing him peaceful and cute that you kiss him everywhere your lips can touch - his chest, his cheek, his nose, his forehead, but never his lips

daisuke loves waking up to your kisses but what really gets rid of his sleepiness is the annoyance he felt that you never kiss him on the lips

he will lift his head up from the pillow while holding your head and lean forward to capture your lips. no, he doesn't care about morning breath, he cares about your kisses

if you two had sex the night before, it's a different story because it's daisuke who always wakes up first this time around because you know, he tired the hell out of you

he runs his fingers through your matted tresses as the side of his head rested against his open palm, elbow proped up on his pillow

he loves how you look so happy and satisfied and peaceful. he admires your beauty silenty, a small smile on his lips

he'll try to go another round because he can't help himself when you look so enticing but you stop him because you were already so tired

you will drown in luxurious things. this daisuke kambe we are talking about. what did you expect?

you want it? you got it. you like it? you got it. you need it? you got it. your eyes looked at it a second too long? you got it

daisuke believes you deserve the best of the best so whatever you wanted, bam, something much better

flowers? you get a garden. chocolate? you get a factory. movies? you get a theater. cup noodles? you get a ramen shop or the actual cup noodles company. dress? you get your own clothing line that trumps over versace and gucci

oh you think you can stop daisuke from spoiling you just because you begged him and showed him your big doe eyes? he was tempted for sure but there is no way he'll be holding back, especially after seeing your big doe eyes (yup, that plan backfired)

one hard thing about dating a millionaire? you can't buy anything for him

you do not have the money to lavish him the same, and even if you did, it's stupid to assume daisuke can't afford the same things you plan on buying for him. maybe he'll buy something even better

so instead of spoiling him like he does to you, you buy him trinkets that remind you of him

daisuke has no clue as to why items could remind you of him but he still keeps everything you buy for him close to him like in his office so he can always see them

you bought daisuke a goofy looking bobble head and he put it on the dashboard of his super cool looking car and haru was like the hell is that

daisuke sped through the streets before haru could make a comment

daisuke trust you more than anyone. more than suzue, more than haru, more than himself, more than his credit card

that being said, you are the only one he allows to patch him up after a particularly rough day at work

he will literally drive all the way to your shared home while bleeding out, enter your shared room as more blood trailed his face and deadass say "Can you help me? My head is bleeding"

you scold him for being so reckless and for always giving you a heart attack whenever he comes home in that condition

he doesn't mind being lectured tho because he still gets to feel your soft touches and gets lots and lots of kisses from you

he doesn't get why you kiss his wounds after patching him up. like his wounds are dirty? it still hurts? what was the science behind it? he still won't get it even if you explain it to him but he'll take note for reference

when you get injured, you are obligated to tell daisuke that you are not severely hurt that he had to call the hospitals all around the world to come heal you

you had to snatch the phone from him at one point when he tried to contact professional surgeons from america after you scratched yourself from a bush

daisuke at least knows how to use the first aid kit and no matter how little your injury may be, he will always proceed with the basics because he's very worried about you (though his face doesn't show it), that your small wound would get infected, and then you'll be on your death bed saying your last words, and then he's kneeling on your grave -

you had no idea this is what goes on inside his head every time you get injured

he also kisses your wounds after patching them up. he still doesn't understand the reason as to why you and others do it, but he does it because you do it

daisuke doesn't allow you to move a muscle aftee he's done fixing your wounds. he acts as if you have a terminal disease and would check on you every five minutes when he's working at home and calls you every three minutes when doing police work (haru gets annoyed with that habit so you had a talk with him)

dates with daisuke is far from simple. you either go to the most expensive resorts or attractions in japan or you're going out of the country. yes, your dates are basically mini vacations

so that's the reason why whenever you two want to spend time together, you are in charge. you can't always go to malaysia and england every weekend. plausible when you're with daisuke but you're not having it

you try to make your dates as simple as it can be. like what regular couples would do like going to movies (he was irritated because he had to sit near other people because he only wants to be near you), hanging out in the mall ("No, Daisuke, don't you dare buy that Gucci bag for me, I just glanced at it - oh for fuck sake"), and eating food from stands (Daisuke was confused like where will you two sit so you can eat your food properly?)

you two went ice skating and you guided him as he wobbled on his skates. you never let go of him because the first time you let go of him so he can try to balance alone in the ice, he looked very worried and made grabby hands at you

he becomes better at skating after doing it so many times. you were a little jealous because he's better than you now

daisuke his whole life always had a professional chef make something for him and when he began dating you, he also began inviting other professional chefs to make something for you two

but as your relationship grew stronger, you began cooking for him and you made him feel so special and he couldn't react properly

sometimes he watches you cook and helps with the cutting (you stopped him when he cut himself), but most of the time he's at his office and you bring his food to him and he scolrs you because he wants to eat properly with you ay the dining table

bringing food to his office is a no no. eating together at the dining table and sharing stories together is a yes yes

you don't know if the food you make for him is good or bad to be honest because he always has a deadpan face and if it is bad he won't tell because he'll hurt your precious little feelings but he'll be blunt as hell if it was another person

don't even wish that daisuke will cook for you. don't get him wrong tho, he really wants to but he's been pampered a little too much that he can't distinguish onion from garlic. he just thinks garlic is an elderly onion lmao

so yeah, daisuke cannot cook

but he likes cleaning the dishes with you because he can spray you with water and he'll hear your giggles. you always break many plates when you clean dishes and always drenched in water after your little fight

having the same authority with his AI. you rarely use the AI unless absolutely necessary and you can communicate with daisuke through it. you always mess with daisuke and you'll say something to the AI like "dial haru" and AI will go like "contacting haru kato" daisuke will go "cancel dial" and then AI says "cancelling contact" and you'll say "dial haru again" and the cycle goes on

late night walks are common for you two. when he comes home earlier than he originally does, he will insist you to take a walk on his private property and if he's feeling extra generous, he'll let you take him outside and to the park or something

you can take him to the convenience, the gas station, the prison - as long as he's with you, he's fine

stargazing is part of the late night walks. he'll point at a star and you'll say what constallesation that star was part of

"do you want that star"

"no daisuke"

"i can buy it"

"you are not buying a star"

daisuke : (꒪-꒪) ⇨(¬､¬)

he loves kissing you on the lips. your lips and kisses were just so addicting and sweet that he can't find another better place to kiss you

plus your blush is too adorable. he smirks whenever you get flustered. add a soft embrace to the mix, and his heart melts

daisuke will always open the door for you. in cars, in restaurants (he'll pull your chair for you too), in anywhere

he won't let you open a door as long he's there with you cause he's a simp for you

he won't care about any other person trying to enter an establishment after you enter. he'll let go of the door handle and won't even turn if he hears a loud thump behind him

you know what else he loves? hand holding. daisuke always holds your hand whenever you're outside and will only let go if absolutely necessary like going to the comfort room

he likes playing with your fingers while you love tracing the lines on his palm. you'll probably make a cheesy joke that you can see him marrying you in his future and he goes ( ºΔº )

"how do you know i was planning to marry you?" ( ºΔº ) "can you really read palms?"

you always massage each other because stress. when you massage him, he'll let out small mewls that just makes you go omg so cute but when he massages you - he will whip out the best of best stuff for massage

he will play relaxing music for you. you fall asleep whenever daisuke massages you because he's just so good with his hands

you know what else those hands are good for? touching your body in places that'll make you blush but he mostly especially likes cupping your butt because he thinks its so cute

you don't try to do the same because last time you did, you couldn't walk the day after. don't seduce daisuke if you're not prepared for a pounding

you like grocery shopping with daisuke. sure you can always order someone else to do it or you can make use of shopping as a time to bond with each other

you two work out together. daisuke is a boxer and learning that, you begged him to teach you to box but he didn't because what if he hurts you and instead, taught you how to workout and how to defend yourself

he wanted to test out if his self defense lessons were truly learned so he hired someone to pretend to steal something from you

he learned that his self defense lessons was fruitful because the man he hired came back with bruises and such

when daisuke admitted, he slept on the couch for an entire week

in your birthday, you woke up feeling nervous because it's your birthday - meaning daisuke must be up to some expensive shit

then you realized you're not in your bedroom. it was a completely different bedroom

you were scared honestly and you thought you were kidnapped until daisuke comes into your room wearing his beach wear and his shades while holding two coconuts with straws

"happy birthday. welcome to hawaii, my love"

HOW DID HE BRING YOU THERE WITHOUT WAKING YOU UP

you're just very tired the previous night after some fun activities with daisuke if you know what i mean wink wonk you wouldn't wake up no matter how many times you tried

suzue adores you because daisuke smiles more with you and you're best friends uwu so cuteeee

will always be your peace maker whenever you and daisuke fight. she ships you two. her ship cannot sink

suzue: "just hug it out now. hug it out - I SAID HUG DON'T MAKE OUT YOU TWO ARE GOING TOO FAST"

daisuke loves head pats. he wants them all the time. ruffle ruffle his hair. his eyes will close whenever you pat his head

he only wants you to pat his head. anybody else is a no no. maybe suzue but mostly just you

he lets you get all the groceries while he pushes the cart. he doesn't know the brands he sees on the shelves so he depends on you all the time

there's another reason he likes holding hands with you - he doesn't get lost. there was this time when he got lost because you let go of him and someone called you in the intercom and when you went there, you saw daisuke waiting for you with crossed arms and a balloon and its string around his wrist

the person at service said he was frowning the whole time you were gone and so they gave him a balloon but all he did was frown while playing with the balloon. he's mad because he got lost, you were gone, and you let go of his hand

you two are opposite of haru and his girlfriend in grocery shopping

you love it when his hair is down because he's so cute? can a man really be cute and hot at the same time?

the first you saw him with his hair down, you swooned and coddled him and since then, daisuke makes it his point to put his hair down more often now

taking baths together is just as great as massages. shower? you're not some commoner peasant. you use a very large bathtub

you relax with daisuke in the bathtub with bubbles and wine and sometimes he read you a poem from the poetry book he brings at times

you two always go to bathe together. but if you feel like you wanna bathe alone, daisuke will get all pouty aww and sulk aww

he will sit at the toilet seat and stare at you and when he does this, you can't hold yourself back anymore because he's too adorable and just let him join you with a sigh. he's with you in the bathtub in seconds

but if you don't, he'll leave the bathroom after a while and poke his head at the door, staring at you, as if saying this is your last chance and if you still don't allow him, there is a good chance you'll find him sulking on your bed while lying down, back facing you

just cuddle with him, he'll be fine

haru still doesn't believe daisuke got someone like you as his girlfriend because you're so kind and down to earth and you're dating this rich bastard like whaaaat

you try to make haru see the good qualities of daisuke and every single time you do, daisuke does something to piss him off

you made it your personal mission to experience the regular life of a human being without an unlimited balance

daisuke allows you to style his hair whenever you two sit on the couch. any hairstyles, any accessories, he's open so long your soft fingers are on his hair

you have always wanted a dog and begged daisuke for one but he did not relent, saying it was too much work and although it hurts to see you sad, he had to be strong

this is the only thing and time he said no to you and i'm pretty sure you heard haru scream in horror at the distance in disbelief

then one day you and him were walking down a street when a small puppy trotted up to you two wagging its tail and barking happily at you

you bent down and patted it, cooing and daisuke is wary of that small adorable pup. will it bite you? surely the pup has some common sense

you scooped the pup up and it licked your face and you were laughing and daisuke just has a sudden realization - who looked cuter? you or the puppy? or perhaps you made each other cuter?

daisuke rejected the puppy when you tried giving it to him but you forced it into his arms. daisuke and the pup kinda just stared at each other for a long time. you honestly thought you broke both of them until daisuke kissed the forehead of the puppy, hesitantly but softly

you were shooked (you swore you can hear haru screaming again)

daisuke couldn't help himself. something about the puppy just reminded him of you. it's those puppy eyes

"we need to find its owner, daisuke"

"no"

you told him he cannot buy the puppy because the owner must be worried sick

but it turned out it was a stray lil pup and you adopted her

now daisuke comes home to see you sleeping on the couch waiting for him with the pup in your arms. his heart melts every time

his small little family

for now

Daisuke Kambe let out an exhausted sigh as he parked his car in the garage. His hair was tousled, eyelids dropping, and jacket discarded on the passenger seat beside him. The case earlier has proven difficult than the previous ones he had taken. The criminal was harder to catch with his agility and athletic abilities, and was not easily persuaded when beckoned by cash. Not to mention his partner has been rebuking him the whole time, ranting about how justice workes and how money does not solve everything - basically, the usual. He was extremely fatigued, and all he wanted to do was wash up and go to bed with his beloved in his arms.

A tired smile broke his bland visage at the thought of you. The only reason he hasn't decided to spend the night at a hotel was because you weren't there. The faster he moves, the faster he can get to bed with you. Oh, he can't wait to see you and that little puppy of yours and his.

He exited the car, jacket draped over his shoulder. He sluggishly went to the front door and entered. As he delved further into his mansion, he was immediately greeted by a lovely sight. Your slumbering figure was laid out on the couch, the newly adopted puppy curling near your chest and resting with you. Warmth swaddled his heart and his eyes softened. All of a sudden, the exhaustion he felt has vanished, and all he could do was admire this masterpiece before him. You were waiting for him again.

As much as he wanted to see you like this longer, he couldn't let you sleep on the couch. There's a much more comfortable bed waiting for you upstairs. He approached you with quiet footsteps. The puppy perked up, her superb hearing picking up the sound of his advancement. Daisuke knelt down and stroked her head. "Good evening, Chico." Then he turned to you. You looked so peaceful - parted lips, even breathing. He leaned forward and pecked your cheek, smiling a small smile when you shifted. "Good evening, love."

You let out a yawn as you rubbed your eyes, body shuffling. "Daisuke?" You groaned out. "Is that you?"

Daisuke knew you couldn't see him but he nodded anyway. "You don't have to keep waiting for me like this, you know."

To his surprise, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled yourself closer to his body. "But I want to. And I missed you." You yawned through your statement as you nuzzled your head on his neck. "You still smell good after being outside the whole day. How unfair."

Daisuke let out a chuckle. "Come on. Let's get you to bed." He stood up easily even with your form carried in his arms. Chico jumped out of the couch at the same time and followed Daisuke as he carried you upstairs to your shared room, lying you down carefully on the bed. Daisuke made an attempt to withdraw from the withholding grapple of your arms around his neck but his endeavor was less then proliferant as you have established a stronger hold on him, unrelenting.

Daisuke let out a sigh as he tried to adjust from the uncomfortable stance he was positioned in. "I need to change first, Y/N." Badgered Daisuke, hands resting on your back.

Yet his words did no preclude you and you merely shook your head in response. "No," Your eyes shone with defiance, pout manifesting on your lips. "Stay."

"I'll come back in a few, love. I can't sleep in my work clothes." Insisted Daisuke, resolve crumbling the more he looked into your eyes.

"I don't care. Just stay." You grumbled.

Sometimes Daisuke sometimes wondered just how much power you had over him. He couldn't say no to you, apart for that one time when you asked if you two could get a puppy. Looking back at it, he felt guilty that he did not allow you two to have a dog earlier but if it wasn't for his stubborness, you wouldn't have come across Chico.

Speaking of the little puppy, it had successfully jumped on the bed and let out a merry howl. Distracted by the new development of the young dog, you were able to pull Daisuke down on the space beside you and did not think twice before snuggling to his side, arms embracing him tightly as you grinned happily, a happy giggle exiting your lips. You rubbed your head on his shoulders, sighing contentedly. "You're staying here with us."

Daisuke looked down at your beaming face and looked away, redness tinting his cheeks. "If it can't be helped." He stated, but he knew he made his choice the moment you had told him to stay.

Daisuke slowly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, and you willingly accepted his affection. You were so warm, so loving. How did he ever find you?

And then came the cloud of exhaustion. His eyelids gradually drooped over his sockets, his strength withering every second that had gone by until the last thing he saw before sleep overcame him was you and a bounding Chico burying herself in between the two of you.

[dope-squish]

Haru: you're constructing a mansion for the three dogs you found on the streets?

Daisuke: i wanted to make Y/N happy by giving them somewhere nice to stay in

Daisuke: she did say she wanted to give them all a home

Haru: i think she meant giving them to other families

Daisuke:

Daisuke, to his AI: abort plan, i repeat, abort plan. stop the construction and clean up all evidence before Y/N comes back home

[zayajima]

"I'm sure you don't want HEUSC to witness what you're up to... C'mon, give us some more privacy Daisuke"

♡♡♡

And again it's the last day of my holidays and I barely drew one single thing.. Well ;_; ANYWAY. If any of you are like me and sucking in every Fanfiction of Haru and Daisuke currently (I still have NO clue who I prefer on top, I went for Daisuke first but.... I don't know okay? lolol), I recommend you "Partner's Unlimited" by LadyAntoinette on Ao3! I'm addicted to it like nothing else in a long time. It left me squealing and wheezing. Even though my drawing has nothing to do with the story but I HAD to share this masterpiece of fanfiction with you guys nevertheless asdfghjkl

[the-eros-experience]

Victor, that’s not Yuuri.

Art by me, please don’t repost <33 Reblogs appreciated

[barcelona-sergei]

Haru Katō: Clandestine

Warning: slight nsfw (intense kissing oop), a bit of swearing. 

Chapter 1 

Word count: 3.3k

Haru’s silent steps brought him over to the hallways. He’s used to these solo missions of his, risking his own life for the sake of justice. His system was clear and his senses heightened, the thumping of his heart in a steady pace and it didn’t block his hearing. Which are all good and needed for his current situation. 

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, clear of any pursuer on his ass. He thought he was the only man in the party who had business intruding the many doors for good deeds but was shocked wrong when he felt someone bump their face to his shoulder: hard. The man whipped his head forward, the action causing whiplash, making Haru unable to form coherent thoughts. No one else should be here. Panic started to seep in his system. 

The fallen body rubbed her nose and tried to pull herself together, her mask leaving her face. The startle caused her to let go of the most precious small piece of technology from her hand. The woman’s eyes darted in every direction to hunt for the small block that contains vital information. Zeroing in her piercing gaze on the USB, she immediately swiped the black slab and tucked it away into her brassiere for safe-keeping. 

Haru opened his mouth to ask if the person was alright from the impact, but his mouth remained hung. His body froze as awe locked his body in place. The woman realized she needed to make the person she bumped into forget about her. She finally cast her gaze upon him, now equally as shocked and stunted as the detective. 

Haru? 

[Y/N]? 

Surprise would have undermined the whole event. The two old friends continued to gawk at the other, unable to process the information shoved to their eyes. 4 whole years have passed between the couple since they had last been in proper contact. To each other’s eyes, the other seemed older and matured since their mid-twenties. Haru’s physique has been blessed throughout the years: taller, broadened shoulders, seems to be toned underneath the suit he wore. Even though a white mask shielded half of his face, his golden eyes were decorated with bags underneath, yet the sheen in them never ceased to lighten up. Still mesmerising. 

As for [Y/N], her beauty remained from their younger days, though now it followed suit with her age. Bone structure prominent, her curvaceous body now paired with tone from her years of training, the suede dress accentuating her ample chest and wide hips. The man is trying to be decent from rudely examining her body, but that damn dress was too tempting. Haru locked eyes with her, nostalgia washing over his mind. He forgot how you can easily be lost in the depthness of [E/C] irises, now sharper and intense. 

Even though the world stilled in their perspective, in reality time still marched on. Voices are heard from the grand hall coming their way. An all too familiar voice rang through [Y/N]’s brain, snapping her out of her daze. The agent moved with determination, grabbing onto Haru’s wrist and pulled his weight to stand up, then dashing into a luckily unlocked door. The woman made her way to the end of the wall, firmly pressing herself against Haru, in order to hide themselves from a man she feared would find her again. 

The detective’s face burned a bright red, able to feel [Y/N]’s figure through her thin dress, taking every bit of willpower from looking down the black article of clothing.

“What in the hell are you doing here, [Y/N]?” Haru finally broke the silence with the strength he could muster. His mind raced over 100 kilometers per hour, coming up with every excuse to why an old friend of his would be in an evil lair brimmed with sex and drugs. 

“That’s my line to ask, Haru-chan,” The agent snapped back, piercing eyes back on his golden ones, her grip on his arms subconsciously tightening, anger and confusion streaming in her blood. He shouldn’t be here. [Y/N] tried to come up with a plausible reason to Haru’s question without blowing her operation entirely. But alas, she couldn’t lie to the man before her and it would be too suspicious if she didn’t tell the truth. 

She sighed, “I’m currently undercover. You’re crashing a confidential operation by the plaza.” Even if Haru was a good cop and works under the law, she couldn’t risk months of hard work and potentially his life. If one wrong word comes out, Haru might be in danger.

In fear of speaking too loud and being busted, she whispered to Haru’s ear, her breath fanning against his neck and he could feel her all too well with his adrenaline-filled senses. The agent is too close to him, alarmingly close, too close for both of their goods. 

[Y/N]’s breath hitched, hearing the man’s dreaded voice from the other side of the wall. The son of the kingpin her squad had been trying to dethrone, Kodama Yashiro, had followed her trail and was now playing hide and seek, seeking the agent. If she could hear his voice, even if it was muffled, this means the son was closing into the room she shoved Haru in with her. Commands from the briefing screamed at her: she cannot be associated with the son no matter the circumstance. Or else her identity would be exposed, pulling her out of the operation and ultimately from her job. 

There was no use in a revealed undercover agent in the force. The only light in this grave problem were the masks the patrons were required to wear, at least making it difficult for Yashiro to track her down outside of the party. 

The doorknob jiggled, immediately sending sirens through both the detective and agent.

“Do you trust me?” The woman asked with pleading eyes to the man before her, just following the first plan that popped into her head. Haru didn’t question the strong bond between them and nodded, his anxiety levels skyrocketing through the roof. His flustered state only grew worse as [Y/N] ripped his suit jacket off his torso and shirt open, trying her best to make Haru look disheveled. 

Grabbing a hold of his hair with her right hand, her left on his cheek, the woman placed her red lips on his cheek at first. Then the other side. Lips trailed along his sharp jawline and then lower, and lower to his neck. The man’s breathing hitched and was unable to put the pieces together in [Y/N]’s plan, his mind fogged from the dire case they’re in and his thoughts focusing on how her open-mouthed kisses felt good on his skin. 

The agent left his coloured neck, opting to place red markings on Haru’s collarbones and chest. The grip in her right hand ruffled his taupe hair, making an unruly mess that indicates a frisky affair was about to go down. She removed her lips from Haru’s skin, giving short relief to the man. [Y/N] stared at her work, making sure the colour red stained his skin. Haru managed to understand the woman’s intentions from her scandalous onslaught, thanking whatever deity that’s watching them that the room is dim enough; or else he would get eaten alive because of the constant red tinge on his cheeks. 

With not much time on their side, [Y/N] commanded Haru: “kiss me.” 

The detective swapped their positions, now the woman was pinned against the wall. Haru looped his arms underneath her thighs, his big hands making themselves home on [Y/N]’s fat ass and pulled the woman off the ground with ease. [Y/N] instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms wound up on his neck, actually impressed how he could effortlessly lift her weight.

Now that the two officials were in a familiar position, Haru dove into plump lips that he was no stranger to. His next movements happened as if it was muscle memory: strongly squeezing [Y/N]’s ass to emit a gasp, snaking his tongue into her mouth and exploring into old territory. 

His wet muscle lapped [Y/N]’s, tracing her canines and made no room for her to dominate. To get back at Haru due to her petty attitude, [Y/N] roughly tugged on the detective’s hair and dragged her nails on his clothed back, earning a rewarding groan from him. Their bodies moved and reacted on instinct, old memories from their academy days crashing in their hazed minds, knowing which places to touch to earn a delicious answer from the other, and memorising their likes and dislikes: the act of making out and fucking practiced to perfection. 

Haru and [Y/N] let down their guards, briefly forgetting what their purpose was in the party. Not to worry, a grim reminder slowly opened the door to their hiding place. The dreaded Kodama Yashiro won the game of hide and seek, though he wouldn’t be too pleased where he found his reward. The woman he sought for against the wall, with another man between her legs and his disgusting mouth corrupting her delicious-looking lips. Rage, shock and revolt instantly soared through the son’s being, his sense of entitlement maximised. 

“Kei, you fucking slut.” The young man spat out her fake name, the derogatory term dripping with what the yakuza son felt. His mouth ran off with anger taking a hold of his brain, mouthing off every single insult you can throw at a woman under the moon. 

“What are you doing with this fucker? You were clearly flirting with me and to think I was about to take you home.” Yashiro went off with his self-entitlement and ego, oblivious to the social standards of the underworld. Too naive and innocent due to his young age, which was quite the irony. 

[Y/N] broke from the unintended heated kiss, leaving her and Haru with heaving chests and a string of saliva between them. The woman whipped her head to right with a daunting smirk, remaining unbothered by Yashiro’s worded harassment. [Y/N] securing her left arm around Haru’s head to hide his handsome face away. 

“I’m not interested in little kids, sweetie. Makes me feel like a creep.” 

The agent boldly sassed with an obvious smile in her tone, making Yashiro reach new heights of rage. This led to another round of assailment but this time with new brutal words, though oddly enough the young man stayed grounded by the door. He was all bark and no bite. [Y/N] tuned out the annoying little brat, rather focusing on repressing her body’s response to Haru’s ministrations. The agent was irked on how the man could play her body by his will. 

However, Yashiro’s harassment towards [Y/N] didn’t fall on deaf ears. Haru was the one who let the insults get to him, getting ticked off with every word that left the bastard’s filthy mouth and desperately wanted to deck the motherfucker in the face. How dare that bastard insult [Y/N].

Soon the agent noticed Haru’s growing anger, due to his tightening grip on her ass. As much as she felt aroused, she knew an angry Haru would end up in a fist fight and a failed operation. She squeezed his torso with her legs and ran her fingers through his taupe locks, just the way he likes, catching his attention. 

The woman once again secured her arm around Haru’s head, gently pushing his face into her neck, being extra careful that his identity wouldn’t be recognized by the kingpin’s son. God forbid it happens, but if that event occurs, it should be her face that should be revealed. 

“Don’t listen to him. Focus on me.” The agent whispered into Haru’s left ear, trying her best to keep her tone low and words to a limit. The man raced through other solutions that involved shutting up the blabbering boy, but sighed in defeat and complied to [Y/N]’s command. 

Haru placed a kiss right beneath her ear, in their body language translating into understanding. So he did just that, Haru’s mouth left searing hot kisses as he followed the flow of the woman’s neck and went down south. Now he purely focused on pleasing her, trusting in [Y/N]’s skills to get them out of there. 

From his experience with her, the woman liked this particular spot to be cared for. Relying on his memory, Haru paid extra attention at the base of her neck and just above her collarbone: what he remembered to be her sweet spot. Haru gave another chaste kiss before sinking his teeth on the soft skin. As [Y/N] was trying to drive off the persistent pest, a genuine gasp emitted from her mouth, legs trembling around the man between them. 

A discreet smirk crawled up to Haru’s lips, soothing the prominent teeth imprint with the lick of his tongue. His ego inflated a tad, though the man smacked himself mentally and questioned himself on why he should be proud about that. 

This was getting out of hand, he wanted [Y/N] to put that idiot in place already. 

The Kodama Yashiro finally shut up. His anger was beyond saving but he felt frustrated to no end. One, he was completely ignored by the woman he was trying to snatch and take up to his place. Hell, she admitted she didn’t find him attractive at all, not once in his life did a woman ever reject him like tonight. Two, some dumb brunette managed to win over his target. Yashiro embedded to his soul what little features the brunette looked like. 

With that, the yakuza son left in utter defeat. 

Haru and [Y/N] let out the breaths they didn't know they held and finally relaxed from such a tense moment. The two officials met eyes once more, before sighing in relief. Awkwardness thankfully didn’t hang in the atmosphere, after all the officials felt at home in each other’s arms. 

“We should stay longer, we don’t want to be too suspicious.” Haru suggested, closing his eyes in content with [Y/N]’s digits fixing his hair and dress shirt. The detective returned the favor by brushing back [Y/N]’s stray hairs and into her slick, straightened hair. They needed to at least look decent before going out to the public again, but messy enough to give the message that there is an afterparty once they leave. 

“I’ll explain myself more when we leave. There might be ears around us.” 

The two stood in silence in order to consider the factors that happened in their respective missions. Then Haru felt warmth on his body again, being hugged by the woman. She buried her face in his neck this time, and muttered to his skin:

“I haven’t seen you for so long, I actually missed you.” 

The initial shock wore off in an instant, Haru lightly chuckling and reciprocated the hug. The events happened in a reversed sequence but neither of them were complaining. Haru caught a whiff of [Y/N]’s scent, still chocolate and coconut. Some things don’t change no matter how many years have passed. Both parties were glad 4 years didn’t estrange their relationship. 

Once enough time passed, the two released each other from the hug. Haru placed his suit jacket over her shoulders, fighting some of the chill the night came with. [Y/N] took a hold of Haru’s arm and enveloped it around herself, having the excuse to display their status as a couple. Though that excuse she wanted to be true someday. Receiving no protests from the man, the pseudo-couple left the room and walked their way to the exit of the building. 

Upon setting foot of the grounds outside the proximity of the grand hall, the two officials dashed away and to [Y/N]’s car, finally driving away from the evil lair. The agent was the first one to speak again: 

“My operation is to take down a drug syndicate. This was one of the main bases.” 

Her explanation was brief and rather vague, but that was all the information she could offer to Haru. But the man was satisfied with her answer, his irrational fears ceased and his mind at ease. 

“What about you? Wasn’t expecting to see you there,” [Y/N] chortled. Haru smiled at the light mood, mayhaps the cute giggle from the agent. 

“Your beloved suitor is actually my target.” [Y/N] raised her eyebrows in amusement, sighing as she drove to Haru’s apartment. Haru’s compliance could speed things up in the operation, the woman mulling over her report for tomorrow morning. It was decided in her heart that it would be beneficial to have Haru’s hands on deck, with a tinge of personal wants. 

“I’ll figure things out from my end first, then I’ll let you know anything that could be of use. But I have one favor to ask.” The detective fully turned his body to [Y/N], his attention once again one hundred percent on her. 

“Promise me you’ll keep everything you know to yourself, Haru-chan.” The agent briefly looked over to the man in her passenger seat, holding out her pinky. Her eyes focused on the road again, feeling Haru’s warm hand engulf her smaller one. He untangled her fingers and drew her hand closer to his face, planting a tender kiss on the back of [Y/N]’s hand. A silent agreement that was stronger than a string of words in their relationship. What started out as a joke to take a jab turned into a plight. 

The rest of the drive was relatively silent, both officials exhausted from a high-stake predicament. Through the power of overspeeding in empty roads, soon Haru’s apartment came into view. The poor man was in and out of sleep as he sloppily got out of the car. 

“Goodnight, [Y/N]-kun.” Haru waved with his hand a goodnight, a shit eating grin appearing on his handsome features. The woman huffed out in disbelief and flipped him off with a smile, forgetting about her nickname from the detective. Haru entered his home, hearing the car engine get further and further away. 

As much as he would love to knock out and sleep right at the genkan, he determined himself to at least wash up and change out of the darn suit. Haphazardly stripping off the stolen clothes, Haru’s eyes landed on his profile and instantly turned into a piping hot tomato.

[Y/N]’s lipstick stains stood out against his olive complexion. The man violently shook his head, as if the action would remove the risqué events of the night from his mind. Or his lewd memories of the woman writhing underneath him. 

Haru slapped both sides of his face simultaneously, harsh enough to leave imprints of his hand. The man hardened his resolve to focus on taking a shower and ultimately hit the stacks for the night. 

[Y/N] drove up to her secluded villa, exhausted out of her mind. With little mind power left, she somehow successfully asked the commissioner to have a meeting with the Investigation Division 1 Chief: Takei Katsuhiro. Her plan was to persuade both men in agreeing to let her favorite detective to participate in the large operation, for many good reasons and not just her bias.  

After cleansing her entire body and washing up her face, the woman noticed the line of love bites littered from her neck to her collarbones. A hand touched the bruised skin, chuckling at herself and shaking her head; glad to run into her ‘good friend’ again. 

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