#ginoza fanfic

[killerplink]

Saw some of you liked the first chapter of Skybound. You can find more of my fics below, guys. Wish I could post more chapters on here, but they're kinda long and they don't fit 😭 Thank you for the love on Skybound tho, you have no idea how much it means to me 😭🥹

Lost and Found - Nanami x Reader short fic, JJK universe, reader is a jujutsu sorcerer

Legal Affairs — Hiromi fic x Reader, lawyers AU

His Possession — Dark haired Nanami x Reader, former mafia boss AU

Ecstasy — Geto Suguru x Reader, modern AU

Skybound — Pilots Higu-Nana x Reader AU, throuple, modern AU

Burning Desires — Choso x Reader, tattoo artist AU

Crossing Lines — Ginoza Nobuchika x Sugo Teppei x Reader smutty one-shot

Halloween Hotties: Ghostface Edition — Choso x Reader smutty one-shot

Birthday Bash — Yuki x Choso x Reader smutty one-shot

Steel and Silk — Levi Ackerman x Reader, detective AU

[thefoxtherapist]

Kagari's kisses were always messy. He kissed like no tomorrow, though maybe in his opinion, there wasn't. Tongue and teeth, kisses interrupted by breathless laughter. He could romanticize this more than anything else in his life. A reckless lover, his kisses mirrored that.

It wasn't that Ginoza didn't like kissing you, it was that the man was rather reserved about it. Like he had a limited amount of kisses. It took a lot of reassurance that that wasn't the case for him to become more free about the kisses he granted you. You quickly found the man loved his kisses. Only in private, of course.

Akane was always in a rush, a busy person through and through. But she always made time to kiss you goodbye or kiss you hello. Like a daily ritual, she couldn't start or finish her day without a kiss from her beloved. Of course, if you were to point that out, her cheeks would quickly flush as she tried to wave it off.

One might accuse Kogami of being a rough kisser. And sometimes they'd be right, okay, most of the time. For Kogami, relationships were dangerous. So he does what he can, opting to pretend that it doesn't mean as much to him as it does. Despite this, the way he grips his lover's face whilst kissing is nothing short of romantic.

You almost expected Makishima's lips to be cold when he kissed you. But they weren't, rather, he was quite warm. Still, his kisses were all devouring. A leading man through and through, his lips against yours was no different a situation.

[pearlsephoni]

To Paint a (Still) Life

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Gen

Characters: Tomomi Masaoka, Nobuchika Ginoza, Akane Tsunemori

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In a world that grows bleaker with every passing year, Masaoka does what he can to immortalize the little joys.

A/N: This was written for In Time: A Psycho-Pass 10th Anniversary Tribute zine. It was such an honor to be included amongst so many incredible creators in this tribute to an incredible series! Thank you to the mods @/temporarilyunstable and @/shikkokans for organizing everything! The zine site went live on November 12, 2022, and this fic was originally published on AO3 on June 26th, 2023. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

———

Every good still life must first have a subject.

The flowers on the bedside table were starting to wilt, the edges of their petals turning brown and brittle despite the still-vibrant colors clinging to the rest of the satiny surface. Masaoka let his fingers brush the dry edges, a wry smile curving his lips.

“I’ll have to remember to bring you new ones next time, hm?” he asked.

He received no response, nor did he expect one. These visits usually found him speaking into the air, his words falling on unhearing ears.

But still, he came. There was no fixing their family now, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do…something to ease the damage. And he wasn’t the only one.

“I wonder where Nobuchika found these tulips,” he mused, his fingers wandering back to the red petals. “They’re awfully pretty. I’m glad he still appreciates beauty in the little things.”

A soft sigh came from the wheelchair parked at the large window. The sound drew Masaoka to its side, where he took a look at his wife’s—former wife’s, he corrected himself sullenly—blank features. To his surprise, there was an almost-imperceptible upward curve to the very edges of her lips. The small difference was enough to bring some light to her face, and for a single bittersweet moment, she looked like the vibrant woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“You always did love red flowers,” he murmured, unable to resist the urge to brush a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear. “I never would’ve expected him to remember. Our son is more thoughtful than he likes to let on.”

Another soft sigh, and the feeling of her leaning just the slightest bit into his gentle fingers. “He got that from you, Sae.” There was a hitch to his voice, almost imperceptible to his own ears, but the sight of her thumb tracing a small curve along the back of her clasped hands told him she’d heard.

His eyes wandered from her gentle features back to the flowers, the source of her quiet joy. Perhaps he should immortalize them somehow.

———

Draw your chosen objects onto a canvas, taking care to get their shapes accurate.

“Ah, Ginoza.” Masaoka tried and failed to keep his surprise out of his voice. He had more success in biting back the smile that nearly rose to his lips at the sight of Ginoza’s mouth twisting. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“No honor, just news.” Ginoza’s green eyes flickered over his shoulder before snapping back to him. “Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

That was more like it. Masaoka never knew what to do with the brief glimpses he caught of his son’s deep-buried insecurity, and the quiet manners it brought out. This, though, this show of superiority and power that he’d put on ever since he entered the PSB as an Inspector, was something Masaoka was much more familiar with. “Of course. Come in.”

He didn’t wait for Ginoza to step in, simply left the door open behind him as he made his way back to the windows, where he’d set up a new canvas and his sketching pencils in front of a chair. He sat just as he heard the door clicking shut and Ginoza following him. “Well then,” he said as he took his pencil back up, “what is this important news?”

Silence fell where he’d expected a curt answer. He looked over his shoulder, and found Ginoza staring at the photo of Sae’s flowers that Masaoka had taken and was now projecting from his communicator. “…Ginoza?”

“Ah.” Ginoza blinked as though he’d been dragged out of a dream. Masaoka could easily read the way he shoved his glasses back up his nose, knew that it was a way to stall, but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned back to his canvas, and sketched.

“…Our division has been issued a new Inspector,” Ginoza finally announced. “She will be starting in a month, after she has completed her pre-work training.”

“I see.” Masaoka finished sketching out the petals of the second tulip. “And have the other enforcers received this news?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Ginoza’s voice sounded tight, and Masaoka almost felt bad about his gentle teasing. “What matters is that you will all know when she gets here, and you will all treat her with the respect that a superior deserves. I’ll have enough on my hands showing her the ropes as the only other Inspector. I don’t need to worry about your basic manners.”

With his face safely turned to his canvas, Masaoka finally let a small grin pull at his lips. “Understood, Inspector.”

“…Good.” Another beat of silence, then the sound of business shoes clicking back to the door.

“I’m sure she’ll be an excellent Inspector,” Masaoka suddenly spoke up, just before Ginoza reached the door, “especially under your instruction. You don’t have anything to worry about, Nobuchika.”

“I don’t need an Enforcer to tell me how to feel about this,” Ginoza bit out, “I know I’m capable of doing my job.”

That was about the response Masaoka expected to get. What he didn’t expect was the soft, “…I’ll see you Tuesday,” that came right before his door opened and closed.

His small grin broadened into a smile as he sketched out the smaller branches of leaves. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

———

Paint in the base colors, working from the darkest colors to the palest.

Akane Tsunemori proved to be a little bundle of contradictions. Where Masaoka had expected a no-nonsense Inspector, he saw the walking embodiment of nerves and an eagerness to please. Where he anticipated her to crumble under the pressure of having such a gruesome first case, she instead stuck to her morals and shot down their most intimidating Enforcer. And where he expected her to flee the PSB after a hellish first day, she instead dug her heels in and worked to adapt. And she did so remarkably well. He just wished that didn’t include her stubborn attempts to understand one Shinya Kogami.

It was unnerving how much she reminded him of both Kogami and Ginoza when they first began working as Inspectors. She was determined to make a difference, wanted her work to be for the greater good, and not just the preservation of Sibyl. And just like before, Masaoka could already see the signs of their work hardening Akane’s skin like armor.

But there was something else. She wasn’t becoming tough to the core. Somehow, she still held on to her sense of justice, still wanted to believe in the inherent good of both the people and the system she worked to protect. Her determined optimism was achingly familiar to Masaoka—he remembered seeing it light up his son’s eyes when he was first assigned to the PSB, remembered seeing it flicker behind Kogami’s smile back when he was still an Inspector…remembered feeling it burn hot in his own chest when he was still a detective with a happy wife and a newborn son.

It never lasted long, not in this line of work, and especially not with Sibyl breathing down their necks. He knew it was only a matter of time before it faded from Akane as well. And yet…he still found himself wanting to protect it—protect her—for as long as he possibly could. If that meant discouraging her from lingering too long on her fascination with Kogami, then so be it. He’d seen first-hand the way Kogami’s dangerous mix of charisma, intelligence, and focus could tempt those around him into the same destructive habits.

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,” he told her, only to earn furrowed brows and a small frown in response. Ah, he realized, she really is cut from the same cloth. It didn’t matter what he said to her—she’d already made up her mind. Her wide eyes and gentle voice couldn’t hide her fierce curiosity and immoveable stubbornness.

Well…if he couldn’t convince her to protect herself, maybe he could find some way to keep her safe himself.

———

Add details to the foreground and background, deepen the shadows to add more depth. This will help your subject stand out.

The door shut behind him with a soft click. Just like that, he was alone, isolated in his own home—or, cell…he really couldn’t tell the difference anymore—and left with no distractions from the mess he’d just made.

He’d thought he was so much older and wiser, thought that he had left behind the wide-eyed idyllicism that had drawn him to this god-forsaken career. But here he was, down one pistol and one set of keys to his safe house. He had just sent Kogami on what was essentially a suicide mission, and now he would have to face Tsunemori and Nobuchika and all the others, and watch them figure out what he’d done.

He knew giving Kogami a gun and refuge was a mistake. He knew it. And yet…he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any regret. The fool was always going to pursue Makishima, no matter the personal cost. At least Masaoka could tell himself he’d done what he could to lessen that cost, just a bit.

His eyes burned with exhaustion and his stomach burned with bourbon, but he didn’t move towards his bedroom. He instead found himself wandering into the moonlit living room, flicking on a lamp on his journey to the easel that was still set up by the windows. There was no way he was going to sleep. He might as well get some other work done while he could.

———

At last, you can add the final details to your piece, such as brighter highlights. But be careful—less is more.

“Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, Ginoza-san.” Akane was growing used to the grief that had settled in her chest like a rock. It felt like her days were a never-ending parade of sorting through the things her loved ones had left behind—Kagari’s vintage tech collection, Kogami’s books, and now, whatever secret interest Masaoka had stashed away.

And yet, for all that she was getting “used to” the process, she still felt her eyes sting when she stepped into Masaoka’s old living quarters and breathed in the familiar scent of bourbon and paints. She could see the effects of being surrounded by his father’s presence weighing on Ginoza, and no amount of wry grins could keep her from noticing his curved-in shoulders.

“No need to use ‘-san’ with me,” he chuckled as he led her further into the salon. “You’re the superior, now.”

“I still learned everything about this job from you.”

“Not just me.”

The quiet words pulled her eyes from wandering around the room back to Ginoza. He was standing by a covered easel near the window, holding up one edge of the fabric to peer at the painting underneath with a small, sad smile. “He never finished.”

“Finished what?”

“This.” It was surprising, seeing how carefully Ginoza unveiled the painting, but not as surprising as what awaited underneath. Akane’s breath caught in her throat—she...she knew that painting. She could distantly remember watching Masaoka lay down the base colors so many months ago.

And the strangest thing was, it looked finished to her. The vase looked almost real from how detailed the reflections were, and the flowers looked like they could bloom straight from the canvas. “It looks done to me.”

“It’s not. The flowers, they…they look too alive. They were starting to go brown at the edges when he started painting them.”

“How do you—?”

“I gave these flowers to my mother. He must have taken a photo of them and painted them to let her enjoy them forever.” Something around his eyes hardened, and his fingers tightened in the fabric he was still holding. “He…he had plans and projects and now—”

His voice broke. The next thing Akane knew, the fabric was fluttering to the ground as Ginoza pressed his hands to his eyes, shoulders drawn up tight around his ears.

Akane had never seen anyone in the PSB cry. In fact, the last person she’d seen cry was Kaori at Yuki’s funeral. So she did what she’d done for Kaori: she stepped up to Ginoza, gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and didn’t let go, not even when she felt him stiffen. “Don’t,” she murmured firmly, “don’t apologize. We have to grieve for him. We have to remember him. We’re the only ones who can, Ginoza-san.”

He was frozen for a moment, his only movements coming from his shaking sobs. Then, like a drifting boat in search of a mooring, his hands fell from his eyes and clutched at the back of her shirt as his forehead came to a rest on her shoulder. “...Thank you, Tsunemori,” he whispered, his voice rough from his tears.

“Of course.”

Ginoza gave himself a few more breaths before he pulled away, granting Akane a look at his reddened eyes. “Um,” he murmured, rubbing at the lingering tear tracks on his cheeks, “would you…be willing to help me take this to my mother? I don’t know how well she remembers him, but…I think he was painting this for her in the first place. She should be the one to have it.”

“Give me the time and place,” Akane agreed with a smile. “I’ll be there.”

[mixakuu]

Hey. My name is Mixie and welcome to my page. I’m glad that you’re here, existing. <3

A little about me…

24 ☆ INTJ ☆ Virgo ☆ Enneagram 9 The Peacemaker ☆ Poli Sci major ☆

Current Fave songs:

⁃ Mayday by Coldrain & Ryo,

⁃ RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose,

⁃ You Wanted More by VIOLENT Vira

I’m literally the type of person that if you start talking to me randomly I will act like we’ve known each other for 7+ years. So please don’t hesitate to tag me/talk to me I’d love to make more online friends even if it’s temporary <3

Some characters I love:

JJK- Noritoshi Kamo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

Blue Lock- Rensuke Kunigami, Jingo Raichi, Reo Mikage, Ikki Niko, Okuhito Iemon, Tsurugi Zantetsu, Rin Itoshi, Hiiragi Reiji

Fire Force- Vulcan Joseph, Karim Flam

Bungo Stray Dogs- Doppo Kunikida, Ango Sakaguchi, Oda Sakunosuke, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Mushitarō Oguri

Kaiju no. 8 - Leno Ichikawa, Soshiro Hoshina

Psycho Pass- Nobuchika Ginoza, Shinya Kogami

Tokyo Revengers- Takashi Mitsuya, Shuji Hanma, Chifuyu Matsuno

Some Characters I Kin (HEAVILY):

Atsushi (BSD)

Maki (JJK)

Ango (BSD)

Oda (BSD)

Younger Geto (JJK)

Writer, Artist, Anime quote enthusiast, book & art lover, dark academia & gore, Halloween enthusiast 🎃

MASTER LIST COMING SOON!

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"People need to be told they're worthy of being alive by someone else, or they can't go on." - Atsushi BSD

“Stop pitying yourself. Pity yourself, and life becomes an endless nightmare.” - Dazai BSD

[nonsenseofyesteryear]

Fanfic I'd write if I still wrote fanfic:

Psycho-Pass: Ginoza and Masaoka roleswap AU. Gino became a latent criminal at 9, Masaoka became an inspector, Gino joins his team as an enforcer years later. Angst ensues. Spammed @dragonsrainbows inbox with this one a few years back.

BSD: Karma is the sole survivor of Ace's crew after episode 29, and attracts the attention of the Port Mafia's leadership as a result. Described in more detail here.

Deadman Wonderland: Nagi lives AU. he and karako have a hard time adjusting to life after prison. meanwhile, rokuro is off somewhere having an even worse time. ganta blackmails rokuro into buying him candy and stuff by threatening to tell karako and nagi where he lives.

s-CRY-ed: post-canon fic. Facing the prospect of war with some foreign adversary (idk which one because i'm not sure how geopolitics works in that universe), the Japanese government decides to reassemble HOLY. the refinement process for alter users still isn't delivering consistent results so they try to recruit the "native alters" or former HOLY members to kind of show off at some joint military exercises as a deterrent. Ryuho and Tachibana struggle with what to do. Kazuma's like "fuck that noise". Meanwhile, The Enemy is prowling the lost ground trying to recruit alter users who resent their country and want to betray it. so everyone's just having an existential crisis.

maybe i'll update this list as i think of more things.

[theramusen]

@chiquitafresa thank you for tagging me in such a fun challenge! Im afraid I don’t really know anyone I myself could tag, but if you are reading this consider yourself tagged! Your turn to fill this out! Alright lets get this going…

3 Ships You Like: at this exact moment I’m a big fan of Luigi x King Boo, Gym Leader Larry x Me 😊, anddd Kogami x Ginoza (Psycho-Pass) is def high on my list I think!

3 (Mario) Ships You Like (Ik its supposed to be hazbin/helluva but im not crazy into those shows srry 🥲): Geno x Dimentio, Count Bleck x Lady Timpani ofc, and this is gonna sound a bit batshit insane but like? Poly ship of Luigi, King Boo, Dimentio, and Antasma- (sorry Bowser u just don’t do it for me)

First Ship Ever: before I even remember being in any fandoms I remember being CONVINCED Tai and Matt from Digimon were dating? I was like 8-9 lol. I think that counts?

Last Song You Heard: Beat Drop by Simon Curtis!

Favorite Childhood Book: I didn’t really read much as a kid, but in high school I was OBSESSED with Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I read it over and over.

Currently Reading: Other than college textbooks and the occasional oneshot fanfic? Nothin.

Currently Watching: Psycho-Pass, Pokemon Horizons, Tales of Arcadia series.

Currently Consuming: I just had a bowl of ice cream like 10 minutes ago!

Currently Craving: beef jerky. I think my iron is a bit low.

Super fun!! I’m super happy to have been tagged in this! Alr remember if you’re reading this you have been TAGGED!! (Even tho I didn’t tag anyone) BYEEEEE ❤️❤️❤️

[avenger-hawk]

Hi! What is exactly the popular one between a sunshine/extrovert character and cool/introvert character? Is it extrovert x introvert (sun x moon) or introvert x extrovert (moon x sun)?

I think I read hear that the most common one should have been sun x moon, since you said that most "sun" characters are tops, but I often see that it's usually sunshine characters that are usually bottoms?

First of all I think encasing pairing into these dynamics only makes the pairings boring and OOC. No wonder a lot of fanfics are uhh, boring and ooc, especially if authors and/or readers look at what's more popular to have more readers, instead at what they like lol...sorry. I had to say it since you asked my opinion.

What I wrote about sun and moon applies to Naruto and Sasuke because they are portrayed as sun (Naruto) and moon (Sasuke) and since yin/yang is mentioned too, and yin=passive while yang=active it becomes submissive/passive-moon-yin=Sasuke and dominant/active-sun-yang=Naruto. Not just because of some abstract parallel but because NAruto is dominant and active while Sasuke is passive. Not to mention it only takes a second to google yin yang and see what they correspond and do the remaining math for sun and moon. (I'm not saying this in a negative way against you ofc, I'm talking in general, sorry if it's badly worded).

idk what is more popular, again, because for me what matters is what is in character, so even if apparently ppl say Sas*naru is more popular than Nar*sasu it's still out of character and gross so who cares about popularity?

Besides, I'm not sure if you want to know which dynamic is more popular? Cause Idk what is popular because I am not up to date with new manga and anime. Or shows. But like I said when I look at 2 characters I don't always apply the same dynamic for top/bottom....My preference is extravert top/introvert bottom, but since I like complex angsty bullshit lol, I like 'sunshine' characters to have some darkness inside, and to not be really sunshine. Like Naruto himself, whose dynamic with Sasuke is interesting because he's not the ball of sunshine only.

But there are so many amazing pairings where this extravert/introvert thing doesn't even exist. Where both are introverts, or both extravert. Personally I ship a lot of pairings with both introverts, like Kakasasu, Itasasu, Juusasu. Or, in a different anime like Psycho Pass, I ship Ginoza x Kogami and both are introvert.

Back to introvert&extravert pairings though, what's popular for other ppl depend on other ppl, how strong they self insert in one or the other, how they thirst on one or the other, who knows. For me it depends on their personalities, like, ok, one is an extravert and one is an introvert, but which one is angstier? which one is more submissive? which one has a lower self-esteem? which one is more sacrificial? which one is more dominant? which one is more adaptable? which one follows the other? Which one defies the other, yet doesn't leave them because they hold the other in high esteem? All these characteristics are different from character to character and they make me 'see' which one is which.

For example, Bleach. Byakuya is introvert, Renji is extravert. Idk what's more popular but for me Byakuya is dominant and confident, and Renji, who follows (and at the same time defies) Byakuya and wants to be aknowledged by him, who's extravert and cheerful but has an angsty inner world and low self esteem, so he's more ready to 'submit' to the other.

On the other hand No.6, an anime I liked a lot for the plot, but whose pairing dynamic I find meh, cause extravert Shion is too unrealistically sunshine, while introvert Nezumi is cool, but seeing this extremely dominant top Nezumi with innocent sunshine bottom Shion, is just very boring and the only interesting part is when he goes berserk.

Or idk, Mo Dao Zu Shi (which I never finished and I should, lol to give you an idea of how behind I am with everything)...in the beginning I thought it was more natural that uh, Wei Wuxian was top and Lan Wangji bottom, but the more the story progressed the more the opposite seemed more natural for my perception. But again, I didn't finish and I didn't see which was popular.

Some characters I just can't see as bottoms, never. Like Naruto himself. Or I can't see as tops, like Sasuke.

[faefaye]

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#duo: let's meet as ordinary people - Akane and Kougami

#duo: a friendship you can't get out of - Ginoza and Kougami

#duo: how you look at this world - Akane and Ginoza

#duo: a diver and his lifeline - Arata and Kei

#trio: classic psycho pass - Akane, Ginoza and Kougami

-> LOTM

#trio: hall of truth - Klein/Gehrman, Audrey and Leonard

#trio: transmigrator gang - Klein, Amanises and Roselle

[simpforchuchu]

Okay then, hope it works for you! So... at some point post S3, Sugo and Gino are living together (platonically, romantically, just to save rent - your call). And Sugo invites the whole PSB/SAD gang over for dinner without consulting Gino... and now Gino is going crazy trying to make so much food! And there's a disaster and just when things couldn't get much worse, the gang shows up. And you can write what their reactions are and what they do to fix the situation? Please and thank you!

Gino x Sugo : food disaster

A/n: FINALLY A PSYCHO PASS REQUEST NXJDJFJ YESS IM SHIPPING THEM TOO, THANK AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 😍

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

"Hey, honey. I'm home."

Hearing Sugo's voice, Gino called out from the kitchen. "I'm in the kitchen!"

Smiling at his lover's voice, Sugo went to the kitchen and hugged his lover behind and leaned his head on his back. Gino continued to cook the food on the stove, smiling at Sugo's reaction.

"I'm going to tell you something, but please don't be angry" Gino turned around at what he heard and raised one eyebrow. Sugo smiled and said it in one go. "I invited the whole team and PSB to dinner. It has suddenly happened, I'm really sorry."

Gino was unresponsive for a few seconds and smiled nervously. "You know the inspectors and Ko don't get along, are you sure?"

“As long as Hanashiro is here, Ko will not be a problem. And Akane is coming too.” Gino nodded and grunted. "We need more food."

...

Hours passed and Gino was running around in the kitchen. He was giving orders to Sugo, he was in a constant state of panic. When the doorbell rang, he dropped the bottle in panic and sighed in anger. Sugo laughed at his lover's condition and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Please go open the door, I'll take care of this place."

Gino shook his head and went to open the door and saw Akane and Kogami in front of him. He smiled at them, took the bottle of wine Ko had handed him and thanked them. Kogami was about to ask for it, and he laughed nervously at the smell he got.

"Gino, could something be on fire?"

Gino looked back in panic, and when he saw the smoke coming out of the oven, he ran into the kitchen. Sugo, who was sweeping the glasses on the floor at that time, also came to the oven and they quickly took the food out. As Gino looked at the food he took out of the oven unhappily, Kogami was laughing while Akane was trying to silence him.

Gino squinted angrily. He could barely stop when he looked at him.

"My wonderful recipe..."

Sugo smiled and cupped his lover's cheek. "Okay, let's have pizza tonight okay? Don't worry please"

"Can we make sure you don't burn the pizzas, too?"

They both laughed when Gino jokingly patted Kogami's shoulder, and with the knocking door, Sugo went to open the door. Gino whispered to Kogami when the new inspectors entered the door.

"Just don't burn anyone Ko" They both laughed.

[sophiria]

Aftercoffee

Pairings: Ginoza x fem!reader || Kogami x fem!reader

Content warnings and tags: 18+, smut (vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex-female receiving), suggestive themes, smoking, hints of body worship, mild angst and hurt/comfort, mutual pining, implied pre-threesome and pre-poly, post-psycho pass season 3

Author’s note: written for @underratedcharactercorner​‘s Winter Wonderland collab! Thank you so much for hosting and letting me join <3

Words: just a bit under 3k

The tepid rays of sunlight filter through the windows as you brew the coffee for your guest. The rich-flavored aroma fills the air as the coffee starts to gurgle, mingling with the scent of tobacco emanating from the Spinel cigarette he's smoking. For a few moments, your gaze wanders from the Moka pot towards the vast blanket of snow adorning the winter scenery outside your house, and you take a deep breath as he lights up yet another stick.

"There's a place for you at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs," Kogami tells you, taking a drag while your attention returns to the coffee pot. He pauses as you mix the hot beverage with a small spoon, and then he resumes speaking as you start pouring the coffee into two cups. "Come to work with me at the Suppressing Action Department."

You pick up the espresso cups and turn around to face him. Though his face looks stoic, his eyes twinkle with excitement. A tiny smile ghosts around the corners of your mouth as you reach his position, and he helps you by taking the tray out of your hands and then placing the cups on the table.

"Is it because of my ability to import luxury coffee brands?" You joke, though there's a slight wobble in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by Kogami. "I've been out of the game for too long, Shinya."

He brings the cup to his lips as he holds the cigarette in the same hand. "You won't feel the same pressure we had at the Bureau," Kogami says, savoring a small sip of coffee as you take a seat next to him. "We play by different rules, and our crime coefficients are kept secret."

A flicker of hope flashes across your face as you look up at him. "Does it feel as if the Sibyl System doesn't dictate every aspect of your life?"

Kogami gives you a small smile. "Yeah, it kinda does." 

It's quiet for a few minutes, and as you start drinking the coffee, he finishes his cup. "I take it you're no longer an enforcer then," you ponder after a little while as you briefly look out the window. "You too left the old life behind."

Kogami lights up another cigarette. "I'm a special investigator now—or a tactical advisor. Whichever you prefer."

You turn your head towards him and notice the intensity reflected in his eyes. You've known him well enough to know that he's serious about the offer, though you have the feeling that there's still another matter he has to talk to you about.

"Is there something else I should know about before giving you an answer, Shinya?"

A brief pause, and then—

"Ginoza is a special investigator too. He's been working with me as my partner."

You bring a palm to the side of your neck. "Really? Your voice shakes just a bit, and then a light scoff leaves your lips. "It's been so long, I..." you hesitate, slightly shaking your head before gazing towards the ceiling. "After we parted ways during my stay at the Pass Correction and Medical Care Center, I told myself that I needed to forget about him."

(But you never did forget.)

Kogami inhales sharply. "You don't know what happened to him after that?" He asks you with a genuine surprise in his tone. "Gino never contacted you?"

A bitter smile surfaces on your lips, and your gaze wanders back to his face. "I sometimes ask myself if what we had was real or if I imagined it," you admit, a half-hearted laugh leaving your lips. "I haven't seen Nobuchika in over seven years. He never reached out to me."

Your clothes suddenly feel too tight, and you stand up from your seat to walk toward the sink. You start to rinse the coffee maker as Kogami angles his body toward yours. He stares at your side profile and sees how you're trying to get a hold of your emotions—your posture is hunched as if you're trying to protect yourself, and your hands are lightly trembling under the scalding water. Despite its warmth and that of the fireplace, your body is numb from the cold.

"Gino's hue deteriorated after you weren't a presence in his life anymore," Kogami recalls. "His crime coefficient went up to 140 after his father was killed during a mission. Then he went through rehabilitation, became an enforcer, and spent years as one."

You swiftly turn around towards Kogami, and he sees your lips parted in shock as your eyes reflect a whirlwind of emotions. Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you try to find the words, but all that leaves your lips is a choked gasp as tears well up in your eyes.

Your mind barely registers it when Kogami wraps his strong arms around you, one hand on your back and the other on the crown of your head. "We both failed you, and for that, I'm sorry," he says as he holds your body. "I was obsessed with revenge, and Ginoza with keeping the hue in check. We both lost sight of what was important, and you got caught up in the middle because of it."

You hiccup against Kogami's chest before raising your head to meet his eyes. His gaze mellows as he looks at you, and he leans down until his forehead almost touches yours. His dark locks tickle your skin, and a little noise between a sniffle and a chuckle leaves your lips. He lets out a rumble of amusement and takes your chin between his fingers before leaning forward. Your face heats up as he presses a light kiss on the corner of your lips, and you close your eyes as his lips linger on your skin.

When he leans back and you no longer feel his touch, your eyes flutter open. You see that he's staring behind you and out of the window, and the moment you notice the knowing look in his eyes, you do understand. Swallowing hard, you turn around to follow the line of Kogami's sight.

Your heart flutters as you gaze into a familiar pair of eyes, and you take in all the ways Ginoza has changed—his hair is longer now, pulled up in a ponytail, and he no longer wears glasses. He looks at peace with himself, carrying himself confidently as his steps bring him closer to your house, until he stops near your front door.

Time slows as you look into each other's eyes, yours filled with yearning and melancholy, his with longing and regret. Both of you tune out everything around yourselves and take a step forward, an invisible pull wanting to entwine your fates once more—though the moment breaks as soon as Ginoza glances toward Kogami. His eyes narrow as he studies his friend's actions, and your skin tingles as you feel Kogami's hot breath against your neck. He places one of his hands on the small of your back, and your cheeks burn as you feel him press an open-mouthed kiss on the nape of your neck. A blurring mix of embarrassment and arousal swirls within your belly as Kogami's lips linger in the same way they did on the corner of your mouth, and when he pulls away, Ginoza's eyes are brimming with conflicting emotions.

Kogami walks towards the front door and steps outside, lighting a cigarette on his way to Ginoza. The two friends glance at one another, and as you carefully look over them, Kogami tells Ginoza something you can't quite place before disappearing from your view and heading toward where his motorcycle is parked.

There's a standstill and then a soft murmur of your name. Your gaze finds Ginoza, who's taking another step toward your position.

"Nobuchika…" you half-whisper as he closes the distance between your bodies, "...what are you doing here?"

His watchful gaze softens. "I'm here for you," Ginoza says, and you're breathless as he cups your cheek with his hand, "and to make it up for the way I've pushed you away."

You sigh and slowly lean into his touch. "Kogami told me about what happened..." you murmur, placing your hand over his. "I'm so sorry about your dad, Nobuchika."

(You don't tell him that you're sorry about his coefficient, because you have the distinct feeling that he's more content now than when you knew him as an inspector, keeping what society deemed a healthy hue in check.)

He smiles sadly. "His death and becoming an enforcer made me realize that I needed to be true to myself," Ginoza admits. "I'm sorry I haven't reached out to you earlier."

You hold his gaze and confess your deepest fear. "I thought you'd forgotten about me."

He exhales. "Never," Ginoza replies, and it's both firm and soft. "I could never do that."

Your gaze is lenient and loving as you look up at him, and his cheeks flush. You intertwine your fingers with his and step back, turning around to lead him inside your house while the door slowly closes behind you.

There's an immediate shift in the air, and you let out a shaky breath as you feel Ginoza's chest nudge against your back. You say his name breathlessly, and he lets his forehead rest in the crook between your neck and shoulder. His silky, long locks brush against your cheeks, and you nuzzle his hair as he wraps his right arm around your waist.

You stay like that for a minute or so until he lifts his head and places his left hand under your chin, angling your face toward his. Your eyes widen slightly at the contact as understanding flashes in them. A bittersweet smile appears on his lips as you gently touch his leather-covered hand, and your vision blurs as you think about how much he must have suffered. His cybernetic hand can't sense your touch, but Ginoza can still feel the affection you hold for him—even after all this time, despite his lack of communication and the previous impossibility of reaching out while he was an enforcer.

"It's okay now," Ginoza tells you softly before brushing his lips against yours. Your lips part, and he captures your mouth in a deep kiss. Warmth spreads through you as his tongue swirls around yours, and you angle your body toward his. He wraps both of his arms around your upper body while your hands find his hair, and you explore each other's mouths until you pause to breathe in.

Then his lips are on your skin once more, tracing a path from your cheeks to your neck. He sucks the skin into his mouth, and your face heats up as small, breathy gasps leave your lips. Both of you are pressed against each other as you slowly walk back towards the bed in the middle of your open space, and you stroke his hair while his mouth is still caressing your skin, leaving slow, feathery kisses on your cheeks and neck.

"Nobuchika, can you sit on the bed for me?" You ask him softly, your hands in his hair and his mouth lingering on your jaw. "I want to see you."

His heart races at your words, and Ginoza raises his head until his gaze is level with yours. His face is flushed, and you smile at him before pressing a small kiss on his mouth. A quiet, blissful sigh leaves his lips, and then he complies, sitting at the edge of the bed.

His legs part for you, and you get in between, placing your hands on his chest. He's wearing a white shirt and dark tie after leaving his trenchcoat and suit jacket in the living room, and your touch is light as you undress him. Ginoza is unable to meet your eyes as his chest is left bare, and his entire body tenses as he waits for you to say something. 

His breath hitches as you bring your mouth over his shoulder to press a tender kiss on the skin near his prosthetic. Then one kiss turns into multiple ones, and your lips are warm and buttery-soft as you leave a trail of delicate kisses on his shoulders, collarbone, and neck while your hands are splayed on his chest.

When he wraps his arms around your waist and brings you close to himself, your lips meet once again. Your kisses are greedier, the hunger you both feel for one another seeping through as your tongues meld together. Then his hands are on yours as you slowly lower the waistband of your pants and undies until they rest just a bit under your ass, and you shiver as the crisp air hits your skin.

Your heart pounds as Ginoza drops to his knees and leans forward until his lips touch your stomach. He places languid kisses on it, and your entire body runs hot at the intimate gesture, full of both desire and devotion. His lips travel down, and you inhale sharply as his mouth lingers on your pelvis.

Goosebumps appear on your skin as his lips move south, and your body quivers softly when he reaches between your legs to give an experimental flick of his tongue against your clit. A breathy moan leaves your lips, and he begins sucking on your nub while he eases a slender finger and then two inside your wet slit. Your knees almost buckle, and you place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself while his tongue circles your clit. You gasp as he reaches that special spot inside you, and your hips arch as the stimulation has you clenching around his fingers.

Tears of pleasure roll down your cheek as you ride the shockwaves of your orgasm, and your heart skips a beat as Ginoza starts placing small kisses on your inner thighs. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your sex while you're still feeling the aftershocks of your climax, and he brings them to his mouth. The erotic sight has you gazing at him with half-lidded eyes, and he smirks softly at the dizzy look on your face.

He stands up to sit at the edge of the bed, all while his hands are holding your waist, keeping your body close to his. You bite your lip as you notice the bulge in his pants, and it's your turn to smirk as you see the flush creeping up his neck and face.

Then you're back between his legs, helping him peel off his suit pants and underwear. You lick your lips at the sight of his aroused cock, and you wrap your hands around it. Ginoza trembles at your touch, and he mumbles your name in a pleading tone before helping you straddle him.

His body shudders as his cock is swallowed by your pussy, and he rests his hands over your back while you wrap your hands around his neck. The two of you hold on tight to each other's bodies as you ride him, and Ginoza pounds his hips at a frantic speed while breathing heavily and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Your walls begin to flutter as his nimble fingers reach your nub, and shaky moans leave your lips as the tension snaps and you pulse around him. His hips stutter as he pants, and when you breathe out for him to come inside you, he gives one last erratic thrust before his cock pulses, spilling himself inside you.

Your bodies are coated in a gossamer sheen of sweat as you disentangle and he slips out of you. Ginoza presses a light kiss on your forehead before standing up and going to the bathroom to retrieve a couple of towels. When he returns to you, he's gentle and careful as he cleans up the combined arousal from your body before doing the same with himself.

You both shower and return to bed, enveloped in fluffy bathrobes. Ginoza lays on his back before taking you into his arms. You place one hand on his chest, nuzzling his neck with your face while your legs interlace, and you're basking in each other's presence anew.

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It's dawn when Kogami walks down the path toward your house. The soothing atmosphere of the Hokkaido village you live in quiets his thoughts, and he wallows in the fresh air. His boots leave footprints in the snow as he approaches the front door of your house, and once he reaches it, he types the code on the monitor next to the doorbell.

He's silent as he enters your space and walks stealthily until he stops at the edge of your bed. There's more than a hint of desire as he observes your figures sleeping soundly, and he lingers there for less than a minute before heading out.

"Shinya..."

His steps halt as he hears you calling out for him, and he slowly turns around. His eyes widen at the sight of you and Ginoza staring at him with a playful glint in your eyes, and his mouth goes dry the moment you extend your hand with your palm out in a gesture of invitation.

"Come join Gino and me in bed."

[baahsu]

— At Night —

kougino

2.1k words

teen & up

Ginoza had been working late and Kougami didn't have anything better to do other than to pay him a visit.

➝ AO3

[mctakahashi]

Ginoza x reader

Sick fic

You sit in the work space and read through the new Inspectors report. You find a few mistakes but read through it anyways. You feel someone tap your shoulder and you turn to see Akane. You smile and open your mouth to speak.

“Hi inspector... is there anything you need?”

Akane pulls her hand back.

“It’s getting late. You’ve done really well today. If you don’t mind I can treat you to some dinner.” She says softly.

“I’d love that.” You say and start to wrap things up. By this point you are already pushing your limits and quickly rush out. You see Akane with a car and normal closes on. You quickly change and rush out. She opened the door for you and you jump in quickly.

“Oh it’s gotten cold out these days” you say trying to warm up. Akane only chuckles. “So, Akane. Is it normal for newer people to have so many things to do?” You’ve been working your butt off for many days and it’s starting to ruin your sleep.

“Yes. It’s very normal. You’ll get used to having abnormal sleep schedules. Your on call practically all the time for your first month.” She drives smoothly and pulls the car to a small restaurant. You get out with Akane as she leads you inside.

You stay close to her not knowing the area well.

“Hey, know after big crimes such as yesterday the second day is usually a break. Well for newer people. It’s because you did all the crime solving and you need time to recover.” Akane waves at someone and walks to a seat sitting down. You sit down with her and see menus already there. You look though them.

“So do you know everyone?” Akane asks you out of the blue.

“I-I guess... There’s Kogami, You... that weird red haired guy named... Kagari, right?”

“Mhm.” She nods.

“The two chicks, Yayoi, and Shino. There’s... Masaoka, he always follows me around. Does he like me?!”

“Nono!” Akane says quickly. “He’s kinda like a mentor. He follows me still even after a long time of knowing him.”

You nod slightly not buying it. “And glasses.” You quickly catch yourself. “I mean! Ginoza... I call him glasses as a joke to myself.”

You shrug and Akane gives out a chuckle. Akane then orders some noodles for you and her to split. You smile and blush at how nice she is. You drink some water and eat the noodles.

You both chat about many things and just let yourself go on a lot about your home town and your brother and sisters. After dinner is done you pay her and she splits the bill. Which Akane tried to say that she could pay for it all but you insisted that she took some money. After she dropped you off at your apartment which you were quickly informed that Akane lives in the same apartment complex as you.

You lay on the bed and roll around for a bit before getting some sleep.

4 hours later and your wrist is buzzing off the hook you pick it up groaning.

“W-what?” You say and then you hear his voice.

“Inspector id like it if you came in and explain this report you’ve done on the case. It’s just... the work you submitted was written very badly.” Ginoza finished and you sprung up scared.

“What?! I wasn’t done editing that! I didn’t mean to submit i-“ you cut off grabbing your stomach. It felt like it had flip upside down. You rush to the bathroom and throw up. You choke and then almost killed yourself because Ginoza was still on the phone listening. “Fuck! I mean... crap..” you hung up and didn’t want to listen to what he had to say. You flush the toilet and get some bath water running. Your body had just completed turned on you.

Your stomach felt like it was trying to twist itself into knots. You gently strip of your clothes and try to take a warm bath. You can hear you wrist band buzzing and see it’s Ginoza but you know what it’s about so you leave it. You rest in the bath until your skin prunes and then you hear a knock at the door. You stood up and wrapped a towel around your body and go to the door opening just wide enough so you could see the person your heart drops to your stomach and you grip the door handle.

“What are you guys doing here!” You shout frustrated. You see Kougami, Masaoka, and Ginoza. You shut the door getting dressed then open it.

“Mmm... Thats no way to speak to us.” Masaoka says. You look at him then slouch a bit.

“A-sorry I’m just not feeling well.”

“So I’ve heard” he says. “Akane isn’t doing good either. We think food poisoning. I’m leaving one of these boys with you.” Masaoka pats Kogami’s and Ginoza’s back. You frown.

“I’ll just stay here. We all know Kogami loves Akane.” Ginoza pushes in and shuts the door. You’re completely shocked and then frown. You crouch on the floor trying to get your stomach to quit twisting. He walks over and touch’s your back. You flick his hand away and stand up and walk over to your bed. He watches you and then moves to the kitchen. You hear your cups being clicked together and a second later he bring you tea. He pulls a chair by the bed and sits in it. He offers the tea and you nod drinking it. Ginoza looks at you then around the room.

“Does your belly hurt?” He asks.

You choke on the tea from such a weird question.

“W-what?!”

“Is your stomach bothering you? I heard you threw up. If it is food poisoning then it’s best to get the infected food out of your system.” His expression doesn’t change. He pulls off his glasses and cleans then and then sets them on the desk.

“Y-yeah. It aches a bit.. I don’t feel the need to throw up so. I think I’m fine.” You kind of had a small attitude.

“Do you have a heating pad? Or something?”

You nod and point to the bottom of the desk. He gets up and gets it and walks over to you and turns it on and pulls up the covers. You freak out and grab the heating pad. He watches and sits down. You set the pad on your stomach and then look at him.

“Can you see?” You ask seeing him walk around without his glasses with out a problem.

“Yes. I can’t see well up close. That’s why I have these.” He motions to the glasses. He moved closer and sets a hand on top of the heating pad. “Good it’s warming up.” He stands up again and set he’s the cabinet for some sort of sleeping pill.

“What are you doing?” You turn your head.

“It’s better to sleep through the pain. Got anything?”

“Top left.”

After a second he bring you a single pill. You take it and he looks through your book shelf. He finds a book and picks it up walking and sitting by the bed. He cracks the book open and you see him reach for his glasses setting them on. You watch his eyes move through the words.

“Try and sleep.” He says. You stick out your tongue teasingly.

“How can I? I’m sweating from the heating pad but too cold to open a window..” you take the heating pad off and you feel the cold of the air. You close your eyes for a sec then turn down the heating pad setting it aside to cool off. Ginoza shakes his head.

“I lied.” Ginoza said softly. “I can see with and without my glasses I just. Heh... Have them for show. I don’t like how my face looks.”

You watch and don’t have the energy to say anything, then you feel your stomach twist and you lurch up and run to the bathroom throwing up again. You sit there and then go for another round. Ginoza is quick to his feet and rushed over grabbing your hair and pulling it out of your face. You look up at him wiping your mouth then felt tears at your eyes you lean back over the bowl and gag a bit before throwing up once more. You lean your head to the side feeling tears go down your face.

“I-I’m s-so sorry I’m sick. And y-you have to watch me...” You cry a bit. Ginoza shakes his head and grabbed a hair tie and pulling your hair up into a ponytail. He rubs your back and smiles.

“Don’t be sorry kiddo everyone gets sick. I got sick at work one time and now... Kougami doesn’t let me forget it.” He helps you to your feet and walks you back to the bed after finishing in the bathroom. He pulls the blankets around you and moves his hand to your stomach and gently rubs circles on it. You look at him wiping your eyes.

“W-what happened at the office?” You ask trying to get your mind off your belly ache.

“Well I hadn’t been doing well and I came into the office sat down then instantly ran out the second I knew I was going to vomit .... well. Let’s say our bathrooms are far away and I couldn’t... make it.” He chuckled. “Well there was also this one time kougami came to work and the whole day his pants had a hole on his butt. And this man had heart underwear on.” Ginoza smiled. He attempted to help you.

That was the first time you saw him smile. You touch his hand that had been rubbing your belly. You hear your stomach gurgle and blush a bit from embarrassment.

“Thanks Ginoza.” You move over and pat the bed. He crawls in knowing it would make you feel better. He rubs more circles on your stomach and cradles your closer.

“U-m. So need anything else?”

You shake your head and lean close and close your eyes. He looked down and closed his a bit and the next thing you know your alarm is going off at 9:30 in the morning.

You roll over and hear a slosh from your belly. You look around and see Ginoza with his suit shirt off and is laying next to you. You look at him and then fall back totally embarrassed.

“Oh my god...” you say. “I didn’t get sick. And he isn’t here....” You feel a hand on your belly. You look down and Ginoza had rolled over and placed his hand on you.

“N-no this didn’t happen.” Ginoza said and fell back asleep.

[jediofbooksandsnacks]

a trouble that can’t be named

Thanks, as always, to my beta readers @whatsyourcolor and @dragonsrainbows. You really helped a Gino newbie out!

This is for Whumptober 2021 prompt #27, passing out. @whumptober-archive

Also on AO3.

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Gino hit the ground as the gas bomb went off. Thick, dark smoke bellowed out and filled the barren industrial room and his wool suit jacket smelled mildly of Dime and mildly overdue for a dry cleaning when he used it to cover his nose. Meanwhile, the suspects beat their retreat through the wide double commercial doors, Tsunemori doing her best to stop them. But, she had been the one closest to the bomb, and thick smoke curled around her as she stumbled, coughing, halfway there. Though she pulled her suit jacket over her nose and mouth, it was clear that the smoke had already done its damage.

A wooden broom lodged its way through the large outside handles of the doors, trapping them inside. Gino inhaled thick gas as he moved towards the door, his throat growing dry. If he and Togane and Tsunemori put their full force behind breaking it—

His legs wavered as he took another step, weakness spiking through his body. If he could just--

He staggered again. Ok; no. Breaking out was not going to happen. Next: make sure his Inspector was safe.

Togane coughed from the other side of the room as Gino moved towards her, a cough already teasing his throat. The creeping weakness in his legs grew stronger as Tsunemori half-collapsed onto her knees, coughing and eyes watering over her jacket. Togane hacked non-stop into a handkerchief held over his mouth, his Dominator still clutched in his hand. Gino gave in to the tease as he tried to reach her and coughed full-on, his lungs now seizing into full-scale revolt.

He tried to say: What the hell? And he tried to say: Hang on. But his voice wouldn’t work. When he met Tsunemori’s watery eyes, he had a strong suspicion that neither did hers.

Knees weak and elbows like jelly, Gino gave in and fell to the ground. His Dominator clattered to the floor. There was a thump as he heard Togane go down. Tsunemori slumped over, and landed, unmoving, and Gino could not manage to crawl to her side, no matter how hard he tried. Gino felt his vision go blurry as he slumped down, everything seeming to double and triple and quadruple in his sight.

It was strange, but he swore that for just a moment he saw his own father among the smoke, staring down at him. Was the expression on his face disappointment or understanding? Gino wanted to ask him, but the floor seemed so cool against his face, and anyway, why would he . . . ask. . ..

~

When he opened his eyes, he spent a good minute or two bringing into focus the doubled tile in front of his face. No one needed to know that for him it was all a blurry white grey mash-up on his first attempt. And second. So instead of battling to get things into focus, he decided to give that a pass for the moment and closed his eyes. He would start with the facts.

One: his mouth tasted like burnt old feet. Two: there was a strange dry twinge every time he tried to breathe in through his nose. Three: someone, maybe Tsunemori, moved off to his right. Four: there was a strange tingling in his right hand and legs. Five: swallowing made his throat itch, but he did it anyway, and coughed as a result. Blinking his eyes open now showed the tile, clear in his vision. A cough or two lingered in his throat as he sat up, and ohshit six: vague nausea became real as it crept up his throat. He sat up slowly and swallowed once. Then he did it again, when he was upright.

Tsunemori was lying still nearby. Uninjured, but still unconscious. So, the movement to his right hadn’t been her, which meant Togane. Instead of glancing towards him and dealing with too much motion, maybe a little too soon, he slid towards Tsunemori. Then stopped halfway when vague nausea became real. He fought a battle against his almost-vomit and rethought all of his life choices.

The tile was cool under his single hand as he took slow, deep breaths.

“You could escape, you know.”

Gino dropped back on his butt as he swallowed bile, wiping his face, and tried to connect that to this. He failed. Voice croaking, Gino said, “What the hell?”

Togane sat against a wall, looking bleary, with a cigarette burning in his hand. Ginoza wondered if he knew that Kogami had been a smoker, too, and wondered if he was using it to get in Tsunemori’s good graces. A part of him rankled at that; a part of him just didn’t fucking care.

“Should I repeat myself?” Togane took a draw. “You’re smarter than that, Ginoza.”

That rankled him, too. Tsunemori was injured, Tsunemori needed him; that was all he needed to know. Togane could sit there and pontificate until he turned blue for all he cared, but Gino had a job to do. “The Inspector is hurt.”

“Ah, yes. Duty to the end.” The eyes that focused on Gino held a kind of perverse calculation. “No matter who it hurts.”

Gino knew that tactic all too well. His mouth twisted in the grip of memory as he tried, and failed, to hold in a cough. “I’m going to imagine you read that in my file.”

Togane took a pull from his smoke, his eyes watching Ginoza. He did not answer, which was answer enough.

“Are you,” Gino said this between coughs, “going to sit there and smoke, or help me?”

“One benefit of smoking is that it is keeping me from puking my guts out.” The cigarette went to his mouth. He took a long, satisfying draw. “Tsunemori will understand.”

“Right.” Kogami had never mentioned anything even vaguely like that, but then again, what did Gino know about smoking? He could identify a plant, make a dog heel, or evaluate a rare coin, a life lived without actually living when he was free. That image of his father came back, and was gone, in a flash.

Gino sighed around a hint of nausea in his throat. It was likely a bullshit excuse so he could keep smoking, but it was Togane’s bullshit excuse. Tsunemori could talk to him about it later.

Standing still wasn’t in the cards, so he slid again towards Tsunemori. Her face was slack and pale when he rolled her to her back, and her body was limp. The brown hair worn in her weird mushroom style bob fell away from her face, revealing that for once, the lines from living an Inspector’s life were erased from her countenance. The push of her pulse was strong against the fingers of his right hand. “Tsunemori.” A small shake of her shoulder did nothing. He shifted to a gentle slap against her cheeks with the backs of his fingers. “Tsunemori.”

“She breathed in more of the gas than we did,” Togane said. “It will probably take her longer to awaken.”

“Yeah.” Gino exhaled, a tinge of bile haunting the back of his throat. Like he’d said before, standing was a no go. Waiting was the only option, at least until they could both stand and put some force behind that shove to break that broom. Gino sat back, his left hand rubbing over his face.

“What is that prosthetic called?” Togane motioned to Gino’s arm, “The M12 series?”

“Yeah.” Gino said. The hand used hidden gears to clench his fingers as it fell into his lap. “It’s not exactly top-notch technology, but it works well enough.”

A long draw from his smoke. “It must have been difficult to get used to.”

Father dead, arm gone, demoted to an institutional room with only three walls. The cybernetic arm had been adjusted for his own body and his strength. “Just like your normal arm!" He could no longer swim. “But you’ll be back to yourself in no time!”

(That overly calm voice they had used still haunted his nightmares.)

The touch sensors could not substitute goosebumps, or shivers on a cold day, or the tight sharp feeling of Ayonagi’s fingers resting against his forearm when she cracked up at something too-serious he’d tried to say. He would stare at the cybernetic arm at night, laying on his bed. Stare at it as it reached above him, interconnected wires and pylons and clasping finger grips, and his hand seemed to be reaching upwards, towards the ceiling; towards what he didn’t know.

Instead of telling him any of this, Gino mainly remembered being only at ends, adrift in the current. His jaw tightened. The only thing he could say was, “It was fine.”

“There must be more to it than that.” The butt of Togane’s cigarette was burnt down to its almost-end.

Of all things, Gino would in no circumstances give him this. Face neutral, he said, “There is.”

Togane waited for a beat, and then he huffed a dark laugh. He took a last pull and put the smoke out against the floor. “All right. I understand. You don’t know me well, do you?”

“Think what you would like,” Gino said. “It makes no difference to me.”

It really did make no difference to him; he took a measure of comfort from that.

Meanwhile, Gino could feel his body coming back to itself; his arms, his legs, his stomach. Standing would be fine, and he refused to think of anything else. When he clenched his right hand, Gino could feel the strength returning in his arm. His stomach was another matter, but then again, he’d live.

“But you can rely on it to help you out,” Togane said, “like, for example, carrying Inspector Tsunemori to safety.”

There was no doubt about it: he’d managed to somehow read their files. Tsunemori had told him, at night and with no one else there, how Kogami had laid her down on the tarmac, how he had taken that damned gun. How he had followed his own selfish desires and hunted down his prey to kill him on the mountain side. How she had begged and begged him to come back.

It was one of the things he would lay at Kogami’s feet, if they ever met again.

“Help me open this door.” The coldness seeped into his voice.

Gino stood, his knees sending a complaint to management, and he stumbled over to the doors. They were white, edged in metal, and had a narrow window opening up onto the rest of the abandoned lab. Togane paused, and then stood with the help of the wall. He hunched over, as though biting back vomit the whole time.

So much, Gino thought, for smoking.

(And then he felt bad for entertaining that thought.)

Together, he and Togane made their way to the door, pushed against it. The broom was a poor man’s lock, bracing loosely in the doorway. Gino counted down, and they both put their full force into a strong, almost desperate, push. The broom, old and wooden, snapped on the second try. They both fell forward as the door opened, Gino grabbing one door while Togane grabbed the other, and both of them spat bile when it welled up in their throats.

Gino looked at Togane, who looked back. Togane leaned back against one of the doors, holding it open, and looked towards Tsunemori. Then, with an eyebrow raised, he looked back.

The overwhelming urge to tell him to fuck off was stifled in Gino’s throat.

Besides, who would want to add to the bile?

Gino went over to Tsunemori, checked her again. No motion, no sign that she was going to be waking up any time soon. He gathered her in his arms and took his time to stand, his M12 series living up to its billing. Was it difficult for Masaoka to hide so well and affably behind his professional veneer? To smile when his fist tightened with violence? For a second, he thought he could hear an echo of his father in the low and subtle wind of the gears as he settled her against his body.

With Tsunemori held snug against him, he made his careful way to the doors. Togane watched him like a viper, his eyes unblinking and distantly cold. Ginoza passed him, ignored him. Togane’s footsteps followed Gino, the released door falling back with a heavy boom. They both continued down the hallway to find an exit door, their footsteps echoing in the silence.

[psycho-pass-saiko]

[Some time after their lunch date, Kogami pays a visit to his former superior for a small training session]

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Kogami, entered the semi-abandoned base as she called “home” these days. The electric was on but was only enlightining the training place, which was placed in the center of the large room. Containing of a large tatami floor. Except the rink, there werent much furniture in this broad room. It felt as if he was in an aircraft shed.

He saw two figures under the lamp, moving back and forward. As he got closer to the figures, the one next the brunette was someone quite familiar.

‘’ Is that… me?’’

‘’Huh-..argh!’’ with a confused yelping, Akane lost her balance as the training robot kicked her legs from the ground, forcing her to fall hard on her chest.

Kogami, made a move forward to help the laying woman but Akane quickly recovered from her earlier state with a back roll, now was on her knees. She pushed a button of her watch on her left wrist, stoping the combat robot. Akane, slowly stood up while his gaze quickly checked her, if there were any injuries or such. She snorted, analyzing his look.

‘’ I am not a piece of glass, Kogami-san.’’

‘’Oh I am well aware of that,’’ He narrowed his eyes but now was more relaxed not seeing any visible injuries. ‘’just fine.’’

Kogami was next to a bench near the tatami she and her robot were on. He threw his backpack as if it was a piece of cloth. Bag fell into the floor after crushing the wood but he didnt care and sat on the bench.

He once again checked her from head to top. She was wearing a cotton pink tights and short sleeved t-shirt, some places were darker from the sweat of her efforts before his arrival. Her leg muscles were making their appearance through the thin fabric. When he saw her bending forward his eyes found hers.

“Is there something on my face, Kogami-san?” She said with a subtle grin on her lips. Kogami shrugged as she grabbed the water bottle just over the tatami, gulping down one or two sips. Kogami, leaned back putting his hands next to his body. He gestured the combat robot with a swing of his chin.

“What about it?”

Akane pulled the bottle from her lips, following his gesture. She cleared her throat before speaking.

“Oh, its just a hologram. You know to get better experince for the field.“ She walked towards the robot, which was designed as Kogami’s body with gym clothes, and tapped the head of the robot making a metalic clank sound . Kogami gave her a coy smile.

“I know its just a hologram. But why me?”

Akane didnt answered as quickly as she wanted. She sighed and combed her short damp hair with her fingers. “It keeps me on focus.” After her short sentence she touched to her watch again to make the hologram disappear. Now it was a plain robot standing in front of her.

“You mean, i keep you on focus?” Kogami continued on his flirty attitude to draw her in the corner. But the Akane he knew, the innocent girl who would blush about anything, was now nowhere to be seen. Instead Akane turned to him with a faint smile and answered honestly. “Yes. Yes you do.”

Kogami, a bit unready for this serious expression, stood up slowly on his legs. He reached to zip of his hoodie, pulling it down while he responded. “You could have said it earlier.”

He stepped on the tatami with his bare feet now his hoodie on his hand. He threw the hoodie like his bag to the bench earlier and turned right to face her fully.

Akane’s gaze wondered over him. He was wearing a black short sleeved t-shirt wrapping around his quite visible biceps, a grey sport pants a bit tight on his thighs. Her eye stopped a bit longer on his torso though. His cheeky voice guided her honey colored eyes to his own grey clouded ones. “One word and you could get the real one here. Also, i have the voice upgrade as well comparing to that mute useless metal garbage.”

Akane, not being able to contain her giggle, hide her lips behind her hand. “ Kogami-san, those combat robots are really useful.”

Kogami raised one of his eyebrows. “ You say so? I can crack open three of them, lets say, under 30 seconds.”

Now it was Akane’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “You say?”

Kogami, put his hands on his waist, leaning on his left leg. “Are you doubting me, Inspector?”

“Ex-Inspector.” She corrected him with that subtle smile again. Kogami wanted to face palm himself but he held back. Akane sipped one more time from her bottle only to throw it next to the bench Kogami’s stuff were. She turned to face him.

“Are you offering me a match, now, Kogami-san?”

Kogami shrugged, moving a bit closer to her. Now he was in front of her, half an arm lenght away. He could see the sweat drops on her neck slowly sliding down to her chest. He fixed his eyes on hers. “If it is what you desire.”

Akane, secretly gulped down, to drown the weird feelings came to her chest. The wild gaze of his grey shiny irises gave shivers to the back of her neck. She muffled an “idiot” beneath her breathe, making sure he didnt hear it. She was successful.

Akane turned to her left, opening her feet about a shoulder gap, taking her defensive standing. “So you want a rematch, if i remember correctly, i was the one who won over our small encounter years ago.”

As he also stood yet a bit bended forward, legs opened, hands in fists, Kogami looked at her. “ What? You didnt win that one-“

She is fast.

Before finishing his sentence about the fight they had years ago, in that abandoned building seconds before an explosion he protected her from, she attacked him gliding on the tatami.

She was a petite woman but as the years passed she learnt to use this to her advantage. She always knew her opponents wont be in her league mostly. So she trained herself with bigger and heavier rivals everytime.

Akane lowered herself more on her knees, dashed to his left side, to his less defensed part. Or she thought.

Akane caught Kogami with her well balanced level change and speed. She threw a punch to under his left arm directly into his chest. Her fist brushed over his shirt as Kogami also slided on the tatami to the front, blocking her attack. Akane without even taking a breath, she turned around her right leg to give a high kick to her opponent.

Kogami saw Akane’s leg before hitting his face. He swayed a bit on his legs, shaked himself to gain the balance and the sight back.

But Akane wasnt planning to give him the chance.

As soon as her left leg touched the ground, she attacked forward again. Her right punch blocked with his left hand, her left with his right. He was now full focused. He leaned a bit forward, still blocking her forceful fists with his forearms. “You could have been a bit kinder towards me. This will leave a bruise, i dont have a metalic face.”

Akane chuckled for a second, looking at his cheek already getting red. She stayed silent, grabbed his left wrist with her left hand pulled him towards herself and twisted his palm to ceiling, her right hand was also pushing his elbow downwards. This made Kogami grunt, as he was facing the floor on his half bending knees now.

Very well, she wanted this.

He threw his body forward into a tumble to release himself from her grabbing. He saved his aching arm from her ,now was behind her. As she was turning to her back, he grabbed her opened arm quicker than before. He raised it upwards, rising on his left knee to create a room for his right leg to kick the back of hers. His heavy leg found its target, making her to fall on her back. Still holding her left arm Kogami stood up. He gently twirled her palm to an unnatural state.

She grunted with pain and had to turn facedown on the tatami, to not get her shoulder dislocated. Kogami, standing over her, took a short breath before releasing her from his grip.

“You improved yourself fairly, Tsunemori.” he complimented her. And he was serious about every word. He knew she could fight and protect herself, but feeling it directly made a difference. Nothing came from her as a response so Kogami got worried if he went hard on her too much.

“Tsune- ugh?!”

To his confusion, Akane rolled over to her right side, mirroring his attack, she kicked him behind his knees. When his body lowered to ground she grabbed his left arm, raised her torso lifting up her waist and legs. She instantly caged his neck and head between her calfs, locking her feet with a twist. Kogami with a thud fell on the floor, eyes widened with shock. Akane hugged to his left arm, now he was in her steel like leg lock.

She arched her back, making the grip tighter. Kogami, growled in his chest, he grabbed her ankles with his free hand tried to open the lock. But it was, no wonder , in vain.

Before his vision got dark, he hit the tatami floor a few times, declaring his defeat.

Akane grunted as she losen up her grip around him. She pulled her legs back to herself, still layed down next to him trying to recover her breathing.

Seconds of silence past. Until both of them started giggling at the same time.

“ 30 seconds you were saying?”scorned him.

“ I might have been underestimated you a bit.” said Kogami now leaning on his arm, looking at her from up.

Akane turned her head to left to encounter with his soft gaze. “Biggest mistake of yours, i assume.”

Kogami, snorted looking at the ceiling as if praying to god. “ Thats for sure. Should i start counting the times you sent me to hospital room, Tsunemori?”

A rush of blood went to Akane’s cheeks. “ You were not obeying to my orders that time Kogami-san! I apologized a lot.” She stood up on both of her elbows, now same level with his face. Seeing a cheeky yet quite relaxed expression of him caught her off of guard.

“Yeah, you did apologize a lot. Should have been me who did all of it though.” His right hand reached over, slightly brushing away the hair that was hiding her eyes. With the sudden move, Akane held her breath for a time she felt like a year. Not changing his caring expression a couple more seconds, he watched her face in a dreamy look, just before standing up.

He placed his hands on the floor, taking a boost from it, stood up. He hold out his hand to her. Akane, grabbed his hand, realizing the size difference between them once more. Her cheeks got a bit more pinkier.

“You can kick a full grown-ass man from floor to floor, but a small act of chivalry makes you blush.” He chuckled with his hoarse voice. “ You are one of a kind, Akane Tsunemori.”

Akane, not knowing if she should pull her hand back, shrugged. “ Well, at least, i am the first statutory enforcer in the history.”

This stole a full laughter from his lips.

“ I didnt mean about that specific kind.” His smile reached to his eyes. Akane gave him an equal smile, as bright as the stars.

“So, what are we getting tonight?” She realized neither he or she released each other from their hand hold.

“Hmm, what are you in the mood for?” He asked walking together with her to the bench.

“Noodles!”

Kogami, smirked while grabbing his stuff with his free hand. His fingers entwined with her delicate ones.

“Noodles, it is.”

...

[I hope you guys like it, it is my first time writing a ficlet for Shinkane, just a cozy time for them]

and i am sorry for the mistakes that i made dont mind my typos love youuu

[auriond]

This is an old ficlet I wrote, after the PP movie and before the events of Season 3. I'm on mobile right now so I can't put it under a cut.

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Hue

It had been three months after they returned from Shambala. The reports had been filed, the usual changes requested, Sybil safely back in its seat of power. Life was back to normal, or what passed for normal at the MWPSB.

Yet, there would be times when he still caught her looking pensive, gazing off into the middle distance, her fingers twitching as though they longed to hold a cigarette. She never actually came in to work smelling of cigarette smoke anymore, but he knew she still had the habit.

Perhaps, in the past, he would have admonished her. In the past, he would have told her bluntly that she was ruining her health, and that none of it would help her. If anything, all this moping about could have adverse long term effects on her hue.

But he was no longer who he was then, and he held his tongue and did his job, and watched her, worrying, from a distance.

Their current case was trivial, really: a woman whose hue fluctuated alarmingly, setting off the scanners. Her behaviour was strange enough to alarm the public, but when they went to her little cramped apartment to arrest her, she had gone quietly, and while in custody her crime coefficient had actually dropped, and remained low for a couple of days now. It was nothing very troubling; in fact, rather encouraging, because the Chief had agreed to allow the woman to go free if her Hue remained clear for a week. It was a little unusual - the Chief often preferred to err on the side of caution in cases like these - but it was not his place to question her decisions.

Tsunemori, however, seemed very much affected by the case, often staying long nights in the office. She appeared to be obsessively researching something. On nights like these, he tried to find excuses to work overtime as well. It was not uncommon for the two of them to work long into the wee hours of the morning, not speaking, but each grateful for the other's presence.

On one such night, Tsunemori looked up from her monitor, the light from the screen bringing the dark circles around her eyes into harsh relief.

"Ginoza-san," she said, "do you think that one's Hue could actually be cleared without the help of drugs?"

So that was what was troubling her. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, gave a smile lightly tinged with bitterness. "Don't you think I'm the wrong person to ask about this?" he asked.

"Perhaps," she responded gravely, "but I also think that you're the one person in Division 1 who has thought the most about this."

She wasn't wrong about that. Maybe she knew him better than he had thought. He sighed again, deeply. "I have," he said slowly, "but I haven't done any actual research on it. I think it's better not to know."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "The woman we brought in - her crime coefficient has been under 100 for four days now. Maybe... if crime coefficients can be raised by being in certain circumstances... then taking them out of those circumstances might lower it too."

Maybe, he thought, but there are some circumstances that one can never be brought out of. But he didn't voice it out. Instead he said, "You're thinking that he could come back."

She flushed slightly. "Your detective instincts are not as bad as you think they are, Ginoza-san."

There wasn't much he could say to that.

"I know it's probably not possible," she carried on in a rush, "but one's Psycho-Pass is generally known to be something that's not fixed. It's stable over time, but it fluctuates slightly from day to day. Therapy can keep one's Hue clear."

"With the help of medication," he pointed out.

"Yes, but I've also personally been able to lower the crime coefficient of a target by trying to change the way he thinks."

"Tsunemori," he said as diplomatically as he could, "Kogami's crime coefficient was already high when he was working here. I doubt having him come back would change anything. And you already know what I think about this. The more you worry about it, the more risk you're running of clouding your own Hue. Just forget about this. Forget about all of it. He's not coming back, and you're not doing yourself any good."

She gave him a small smile. "Lecturing me like you always do, Ginoza-san?"

So much for diplomacy. "What I'm saying is, let it be. He's chosen his own path to follow. You have your own path. Let him follow his, and you focus on your own, or you'll get lost."

She didn't answer immediately. Her eyes were such a mystery. He couldn't help feeling that she held more than she was telling him. He wished that she would let it all out, but he knew better than to ask. He held his silence, and waited.

"Thank you, Ginoza-san," she said finally.

He knew that she would always wander.

"Please be safe," he said, under his breath, inaudible.

[rennarenofao3]

Relating to my other post about Gino having learned to fly a plane by the events of First Inspector, ...here’s a fic idea for anyone that wants to write it

Sugo teaching Gino how to pilot the plane they used in the movie.