#katou haru x you

[ddollfface]

𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝙆𝙞𝙮𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙪 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2.)

Warnings; yandere behavior, bad writing, stalking, creepy letters, misogyny, pushy behavior, me rambling, groping, touchy behavior, reader is a girl, not proofread, Tumblr's a bitch btw :/ If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I'm fully aware that nobody wanted this (I see all of you in my inbox, I'm getting to you, trust), but this little rat has been stuck in my mind. Ngl I have a love-hate relationship with Kiyosumi, but it's whatever. Enjoy :)

Okay, I don't like Kiyosumi. He's mean, brash, loud, arrogant, and doesn't think before he acts, overall there are no redeeming qualities to his personality. And I don't think he'd ever change for someone else, whether it be his master, Doppo, a lover, or a friend. He's stuck in his ways and doesn't want to see the world in any other way. And I just know that if I were to ever meet Kiyosumi (if he were real), we would absolutely loathe each other.

Everything about him genuinely pisses me off, and I can't imagine how anyone could enjoy his presence, so this is why I think Kiyosumi would be an absolute freak to have on your ass. There's no way any sane wo/man would ever consider being in a relationship with him unless they were being held hostage.

I believe that Kiyosumi would be a stalker, through and through. He doesn't have the charisma that Jun or Katsumi (though it's clumsy) have. He's rude and annoying, which is clear throughout the series, but this doesn't mean he doesn't have experience with women. He does, but he doesn't retain any of the information, his head is too stuck up his ass to recognize what works and what doesn't.

He doesn't know how to get a woman into his bed without paying her; he doesn't know how to get a girl to laugh, nor does he know how to get someone to like him. Even though he's an attractive man, he can't seem to get anyone to stay.

Kiyosumi is the butt of the joke, no matter who he's talking to. Everyone makes fun of him and sees him as a weak martial artist, leading him to use extreme measures to appease his own ego, seeing as no one else will. This is why he uses underhanded tactics while fighting, and I think this applies to his dating life. Now, this leads me to the type of girls Kiyosumi would pine after.

The first type is sweet, caring, and sensitive. She can't stand up for herself and flinches at the slight raise in tone. Overall, this type of girl is very insecure and usually sticks to herself or her very, very close circle (who she's likely known since she was a little girl).

If this matches you, then well aren't you lucky. Now you have Kiyosumi tracking your ass. He won't leave you alone, no matter how many times you whisper for him to back off, albeit politely. He takes every stutter, breaking off eye contact, and flushed cheeks as a sign that you're interested in him, not able to get it through his thick skull that you're uncomfortable.

With this type of reader, I see Kiyosumi being an abusive, manipulator who's taking advantage of someone who's smaller than him, both physically and mentally. Kiyosumi enjoys the control you give him, seeing as you don't demean him like everyone else. You're nice to him, though you shouldn't be. You're unnaturally giving, and at first, it makes him conscious, believing that you've got some trick up your sleeve.

Kiyosumi has genuinely never felt such kindness that he's developed major trust issues, which have formed into anger issues. He belives that he's being underappreciated in the martial arts, but you give him the recognition he's looking for. You don't say anything mean to him, if anything you're complimenting him (you're not)!

I feel horrible for this type of reader, far too much of a nervous wreck to say shit to Kiyosumi, letting his hands wander where they shouldn't be. You feel as if you're not in a place of power, in a high enough authority to say anything. Maybe if you just keep your mouth shut he'll leave you alone, right?

It's better to just ignore how his hand slowly creeps down, down, down, settling on your ass, cupping the fat, and squeezing; to ignore how his eyes linger on your cleavage, which you've covered as much as possible, not wanting any attention from Kiyosumi. Or how he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing his chest to your back, forcing you to feel ever muscle, the raw power they hold.

Though Kiyosumi is weak in the grand scheme of things; you don't know that, so he uses that to his advantage, forcing you into compromising situations. You're clearly not comfortable with his advantages, tugging on his hand when he caresses your waist, his sweaty hands practically leaving stains on your light sundress.

He chooses to ignore when you actively lean away from him, not wanting to catch a whiff of his alcohol-drenched breath, no gum can fix his rank breath. The grease colllecting in his onyx hair, made the gel shine a little too much.

Kiyosumi is just gross, and clearly not a ladies' man. Hell! You doubt that Kiyosumi has even interacted with a woman who isn't his mom! But you'd never tell him that, you don't think you'd survive the stare he'd give you seconds after. Living for others' approval has been your goal since you were a little girl, and seeing such a disapproving stare would break you.

But that's what Kiyosumi likes about you. You're just so soft, so nice, and sweet. You'd never undervalue him like all the other women do, like Doppo does. No, you wouldn't do that to him, you're far too kind for that (he acts like he knows you better than you know yourself).

Kiyosumi will try to pressure you into advancing your "relationship" at a rapid pace. At one moment, he's following you around work, trying to get your number and the next he's sleeping in your bed, hogging the blanket like an ass.

It makes your head spin and knees quake. Your life has spun upside down, no longer looking the same as just a few months ago. Kiyosumi has weaseled his way into your life, securing himself in your home like a leech.

Now he can make sure that no other man is getting even close to you. No, no, no you cannot even speak to other men. Kiyosumi wants your eyes on him, and only him. He's not letting you go, not after he's found the jackpot, you. You're the only person who's "appreciated" him on this level; you're like his sweet, little honeypot, that only he has. He doesn't want to share his new toy with the other boys, not when you're so damn cute.

UGH! He's literally the definition of an ICK. I hate him so much because, c'mon angel face, don't you know we're in this together? All you have to do is trust me, and let me take the reins, yeah? Just let me be the man. Now, just sit your cute ass down, and shut your mouth.

[askew-d]

Can I ask, who are your top favorite romantic couples (can be canon or non canon) of all time from any media? Why you love them? Thx :D

here i go with another grand list that i was very happy to write! i’m in love with these asks, really. i’ll mention all of them, but at first i was in doubt if i could include one that isn’t ‘canon’, but rather rpf. either way, i added bonus couples for good reasoning! let’s go.

1. wangxian (lan wangji x wei wuxian), from mo dao zu shi — they are THE moment, they are THE couple, they are THE goals. who ever could have imagined someone would come up and write a troublemaker who falls into demonic arts and gets reincarnated to fight together with a sucker-for-rules expressionless man and make it work? they fit into any au as well, this fandom rocks. my lovely cultivators!

2. kagehina (kageyama tobio x hinata shouyou), from haikyuu!! — i dont even play volleyball. i dont even like sports! why do i love this anime and this duo specifically so much? they are so passionate about their hobbies, the rivalry and frenemy relationship? the POTENTIAL. the STORY they have. the "someone better will come and find you" promise. sheer beauty. they are silly and fresh and cute and i dont think i'll ever get tired of it.

3. yizhan (wang yibo x xiao zhan), from the untamed cast rpf — i know all the problematics about writing real person fiction. i KNOW, okay?? but people, let me like them and support them in peace?? 😔 i have so much love for these men, and its overall hella fun following their life unfold, even if they are not working together anymore. nonetheless, they are my dose of serotonin when i need it.

4. daiharu (kambe daisuke x katou haru), from fugou keiji: balance unlimited — i will not scream for a seson 2 here. i will scream for more FICS of them here! there ain't enough! its not even about the 'sugar daddy' appeal, its more about the 'partners in (solving) crime' appeal. oh and also the 'i hate you you arrogant prick but i WILL do anything for you' part. everything and every detail of this show.... seriously though: gold.

5. hilson (gregory house x james wilson), from house m.d — oh, my sweet stupid and repressed doctors, i would do unspeakable things for you. wilson has been through every hard moment of house's life. you can name them, he's been there. through every ridiculous situation of his too. it is overwhelming, honestly. the ending couldn't have been more reasonable and fitting for them, in my opinion.

6. hannigram (hannibal lecter x will graham), from hannibal — this gif alone of them with scratches and smiling conspiratorily to each other sums up their entire dynamic. they're toxic and no one's doing it like them. like, yeah, no shit, who would even dare, right? murder husbands can do anything and eat the rude as much as they want, i will be sipping on my drink and watching intently. (man truly looked at this detective he framed for murder and said he would remember their moment together forever??? just dont throw him in jail then???)

7. shiguang (lu guang x cheng xiaoshi), from link click — these pretty boys traveling through time invented the concept of yearning, and i will not explain more to not give season 2 spoilers. i fell in love with them as soon as i saw the first shot of the anime. it doesnt help that they have the same dynamic as wangxian, too. cheng xiaoshi, my beloved, you would never do anything to harm anyone (not purposefully) and i (as well as lu guang) worship you 🙏

8. renga (hasegawa langa x kyan reki), from sk8: the infinity — let's be true tho, can they never do a sports anime without pulling up homosexuals?? not that im complaining at all. please continue, in fact. every couple in this story is valid (adam does not exist), and i love this spirited, young concept of redescovering the beauty of a hobbie. lovely, all of them, but most specially my langa and his admiration for reki. their dynamic has no complications, its just so sweet.

9. moshang (mobei jun x shang qinghua), from the scum villain self-saving system — i will not share a pic of moshang official art because i find shang qinghua appearence too much childlike and annoying, meanwhile i find him much more interesting in the book and fanarts. in any case, i love this couple more than the main couple simply because our airplane-bro can make everything so hilarious. there are fics of them out there which are peak entertainment (check this one!). mobei's tsundere attitude and shang qinghua's shamelessness are a great combo.

10. hualing (hua cheng x xie lian), from heaven official’s blessing — the longing is unbearable. hua cheng loves this man so much, for real. waiting 800 fucking years?? being his most devoted believer? can you believe the audacity?? my man, though he has low self-steem, does anything to protect his god. he doesnt care about any realm. he only cares for xie lian, his dear god. they are the cutest couple.

bonus: aziracrow, johnlock, tododeku, victuuri, blackbonnet, mafuyama, redblue (from this is how you lose the time war).

these are my favorite ships ever! they are what i scream about alternatively, and when i say so, i'm not joking. one week i'm freaking out over new link click content and in the other one i'm reviewing house m.d episodes. my life's a circle with my favorite ships in it and i ain't regretting anything.

thank you for asking, by the way! big hugs! 🤍

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Fugou Keiji: Balance Unlimited fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

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Daisuke Kanbe

fluff / having a nightmare

angst fluff / jealous

fluff / dating

Katou Haru

fluff / mission: stovetop

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Updated:24-October-2022

[vera-deville]

Fugou Keiji Fans

So, ever since the first season ended, the fandom has kind of died out a bit. Eventually, it reached a point where there was no new fanfics for Daisuke Kambe that I knew of.

This could mean one of two things:

1.) There are fanfics and stuff that I haven't come across.

OR

2.) People have moved on from the fandom (whom @sillyroyalty pointed out to me)

Which, if it's the first one, I'm glad because at least there are still people in the fandom doing stuff, you know?

BUT.

If it's the second one, I am very sad as the series is indeed great, but people can only write so many fics without making everything (such as personality traits) seem excessively repetitive). @sillyroyalty also pointed this out for me, so thank you for that!

Don't take this post too seriously. I'm just drowning in the sorrow that there's no new season and that there aren't many (if at all any) new fanfics-

[majycka]

Here I go again with matching sunset icons 👀

[kuroopaisen]

07:42 pm || haru kato

➵ haru finds intimacy in the most mundane of actions.

wc: 916

warnings: gn!reader, nudity

a/n: fandoms-on-main, this one’s for you! i saw your little comments on the preview for this fic and they warmed my heart. thank you for your support (i see you in my notes all the time) – i really appreciate it :( i hope you enjoy!

Haru never expected to find a partner so young.

Sure, he’s twenty-nine, but he expected to give it at least five more years before the prospect of actually settling down became a reality. Or maybe it’d take ten. However long it would be for his job to become less risky. Of course, he’d planned to get married at some point in his life – lest his mother have a tantrum – but he never thought it’d be like this.

Or with you.

The two of you stand in the shower, huddled close to each other as the steam curls up around you. There’s not a lot of space, given that Haru’s apartment is nothing to brag about, but you’re determined to make the two of you fit.

You smile up at him, your chest pressed against his.

Haru can’t tell if his cheeks are hot from the heat or from his embarrassment.

Being naked together isn’t new or rare, but the intimacy of it still surprises him. He’s known you for well over ten years, but romance is still something he needs to acclimatise to. 

He’d always taken himself as the kind of guy who’d be ‘married to his job’ – at least, until he had enough of a career to speak for itself. And he’s well-aware that what he does has a strong element of danger. Strong enough to litter marks across his body, at least.

“What’s this from?” You murmur, running a gentle thumb over a bruise on his shoulder. It’s yellowing already, and it stopped aching a few days ago.

“Uh…” He glances at it, his brow furrowing. “I don’t remember.” He’s genuinely not sure where it’s from; probably a chase or something. Or maybe just a collision with a wall. To him, it’s just another part of his job.

You tsk, shaking your head. Water droplets flick from your hair, and Haru smiles.

“It looks nasty,” you pout, looking up at his face.

“It’s fine,” he smiles, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

You tilt and press a gentle kiss to his palm. His eyes widen in surprise – though maybe he shouldn’t be so taken aback.

You treat him with such tenderness that it almost overwhelms him, but you never treat him like he’s fragile. You just treat him with care, kissing all his cuts and bruises, running your hands over his aching muscles, reminding him to take care of himself.

You remind him constantly that you care about him. That you love him.

Really, it was easy to fall for you. Far too easy, given how reticent he’d been to date during his days in the field.

Falling in love means potentially leaving someone behind.

But you’ve been such a constant force in his life, long since the two of you graduated. And Haru doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

For the longest time, it was only catch-ups on a Saturday evening, soaked through with sake and laughter, until one night, he kissed you.

He still doesn’t know why he did it, but he’s sure it had something to do with just how pretty you are when you laugh.

One thing led to another, and one stuttered love confession later the two of you found yourselves in some semblance of a romantic relationship. Some part of him wanted to push you away, to reject this.

But he just couldn’t. Not when you brought him so much stability.

You tap his neck gently with one hand – a sign you want him to lower his head.

He complies, hanging his head forward into the spluttering stream of water.

You lean up and give him a peck on the nose. Haru smiles at the gesture, bringing a hand up to squeeze your hip.  

You giggle, taking a moment to bend down and grab some shampoo. 

You hop back up to full height, shampoo in your cupped hand and a smile on your face.

He leans forward again, this time out of the stream of water.

You lather up his hair and Haru’s eyes flutter shut on instinct. He loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair, no matter the context. Something about it is so soothing, so grounding. It’s such a little gesture, but it’s one that reminds him that he’s cherished. You always give him such a good head massage; no matter how tired you are, you never skimp on it.

He watches you with unrelenting fondness; each and every act of love you make is so purposeful, so full of intention.

Every long night when he can’t sleep, every time he feels too exhausted to take care of himself, every time his past haunts him… You’re there to bring him a little warmth, a little light.

Your fingers are so gentle as they work the shampoo through his hair, and Haru prays that this moment can last a little longer.

It’s not always easy. He knows he’s difficult sometimes. He knows that he must be difficult to care about, given his line of work. And you can’t chase away every nightmare, every regret.

But none of that matters to you. You offer what you can – a hand to hold, a safe place to land. And you understand your limits, what you can and can’t achieve. You encourage him, support him, cherish him.

You may have stumbled your way into a relationship with him, but every moment you stayed was your choice. Your wish.               

And that, perhaps, is the most precious thing. 

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Just a reminder that Daisuke tried to have dinner with Haru the first time he went to the Kambe mansion...

Then looked bummed as hell when he left without eating...

Which sent Suzue went into ✨best girl✨ mode like “don’t be sad, I made you some new weapons!”

his expression reads “bummed as hell” 99.9% of the time but for the sake of science let’s just consider the possibility—

[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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[aluna-hime]

I literally laugh at the fangirls who say that just because they like Haru Kato more than Daisuke Kambe (no offense I like him more than Daisuke too) that they're lucky because then they have less competition.

B*tch what are you talking about? DAISUKE KAMBE IS YOUR COMPETITION.

[pluto-writes]

Drunken Confessions| Haru Kato

A/n: I needed a drunk, blushing Haru in my life, say thank you to episode four everyone. Also, I just realized my birthday lands on the same day ep 5 comes out (〃^∇^)ﾉ very happy about that. (I know I said requests are closed but;;; if any Haru fans wanna... you can.) Not proof read, I’m tired and just wanted this done.

Words: 3k

It has officially been two years since you’ve joined the Modern Crime division, and to celebrate your accomplishment, your colleagues decided to have a small gathering for you.

Everyone was congratulating you, and praising you for your service and dedication for the past couple years. It warmed your heart knowing how much everybody cared about you. Mahoro even brought you some of your favorites candies as well, and it definitely made your night so much better.

It all ended too soon for your liking, but it was getting late and everyone still had to go to work early the next morning. The only person who hasn’t left yet was Kato Haru, a fellow co-worker of yours who started working in the same division not that long before you. You guys had that in common, and naturally drifted towards each other.

Now that you think about it, you hadn’t seen much of him tonight. You didn’t realize that earlier since you were too busy being surrounded by people.

“You’re not leaving, (L/n)-san?” 

“No,” you answered, walking around the room collecting the leftover trash left laying about, “I’m gonna hang back and clean up. It’s the least I can do since everyone was kind enough to host a party for me.” 

“Then I’ll help you too,” you heard the sound of wood clattering. You looked over to where you heard it and saw Kato grabbing a broom and dust pan.

Dumping the empty cans and used napkins into the garbage, you went over to him and attempted to take the supplies from him, “It’s fine, Kato-san. Really. I can do this myself.”

“It’s no problem,” he shook his head at you. “Plus, I can’t ignore someone in need of help!” He flashed you a pure smile as he continued to sweep the floor. You can’t believe how generous he was sometimes. 

He always made a point of helping others, even when it wasn’t necessary, or didn’t benefit him in any way. Maybe that’s why you fell for him so hard.

Taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart, you responded with a simple, “Thank you.” And continued with your cleaning. You tried your best to not invade his personal space, being alone with him and doing something so domestic as cleaning reminded you of things old married couples would do together. 

After a couple minutes, the room was back in its original state. You had to admit, if Kato didn’t help you, it would've taken you longer to finish.

“You did a good job cleaning,” you commented. He was both fast and efficient, it wasn’t a half assed job.

His face grew red from the compliment, “It’s nothing. Just something I learned since I live alone,” he rubbed the nape of his neck nervously. 

“I see…” The atmosphere grew slightly awkward since you couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Well, I’ll be going now, Kato-san. Thank you for all your hard work.”

“Actually…” He called out right before you left, “I was wondering if you’d want to come to my place.” You stared back at him, confused as to why he would suddenly invite you to his apartment. Unless he meant- “N-not in tha-that way, o-of course! It’s just that…” He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I have a bottle of soju for you and I left it home.”

“Is that all? Then you can just give it to me tomorrow, there’s no need to trouble yourself.”

“It won’t be any trouble at all. Besides, it’s for you to celebrate this occasion. Wouldn’t be much of a gift if I don’t give it to you the day of.”

Knowing how stubborn he was, and how he won’t let this go, you agreed with him and followed him back home. The walk there was peaceful, and conversation seemed to flow more easily now that you were out of work.

There were a few times where you caught yourself walking too close to him that you felt his hands graze past yours, you had the urge to hold his hand and keep walking like nothing happened. But you refrained yourself from doing so, he was a co-worker, and it would be unprofessional to do so. 

The two of you finally made it to his apartment, you trailed behind him as you walked up the stairs. It was a normal apartment complex, rightfully sized for someone who lived alone. 

Once you reached the door, Kato unlocked it and stepped inside. “You can wait here, it’s too cold to wait outside.” He started to take off his shoes, and placed them on the floor, then ventured further into his apartment. 

You listened and waited for him at the entrance hall. This was your first time at his place despite knowing him for two years, it had just never come up. You took everything in, it was a tad messy but you knew that just meant it was well lived in. 

Looking around more you saw some magazines laying on the table, and all his pots and pans hanging on the kitchen wall. ‘That’s right… he can cook too. I wonder if I’ll be able to try it one day.’

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” his voice broke you out from your thoughts. “Here you go.” He handed the bottle of soju in a bag over to you with a smile. You smiled back at him.

“Thank you, Kato-san.” You peered into the bag, and saw how much he had actually given you. The bottle was huge! You thought it would be those 12-ounce bottles.

Your shock must have been visible since he asked you, “Do you not like the flavor I picked out?”

“No, no. That’s not it all. It’s just a lot of alcohol. Especially considering that I don’t think I’ll be able to drink all of this by myself.”

“Let’s open the bottle now then! It’ll be a lot less lonely if we drink it together. And I can see your reaction when you try it too!” He got himself excited thinking about it. “You can leave your shoes here, and wait for me at the table. I’ll bring some shot glasses and something to snack on as well.” He walked off towards his kitchen.

You checked the time on your phone, ‘Just one drink won’t hurt, would it?’ You thought as you bent down to take off your shoes, and left them neatly against the wall.

You walked to the table and sat down on the floor. Curious, you opened the bottle and took a whiff. It didn’t smell strongly of alcohol, it smelled more like something fruity. But you knew that was deceiving and wouldn’t want to drink too much of it.

Turning the bottle around, it revealed the sticker on the front that showed a picture of a strawberry. “So it’s strawberry flavored… hm…”

“Yeah,” Kato came back, placing a plate filled with snacks on the table, then put a shot glass in front of you and one in front of him. “Have you tried it before?”

“No. I don’t drink that much, so this will be my first time drinking soju too.” You gave the bottle to Kato, and allowed him to pour some into your cup. Once it was filled, you took the cup and waited for him to fill his own. 

“Then I’m honored to share your first drink of soju. This stuff is really good.” After his cup was filled, he lifted the glass towards you, “For two years!” 

“For two years!” You cheered after him and clicked your glasses together. You drank the liquid, and felt it run down your throat. It didn’t give you a burning sensation as other drinks do, and tasted pleasant. You could totally see yourself drinking more, but you knew that if you did you’d regret it the next day. “This tastes really good!”

“Right!?” He began to pour himself a second cup, “I usually don’t get this one for myself, but I figured you’d like it.” You were still on your first cup, you wanted to take it slow and savor it. You could always drink more another day. You could feel yourself start to loosen up with the alcohol in your system. 

You continued talking with Kato, and saw him slowly start to lose his filter. You were right to not drink too much, he seemed like the type to handle his alcohol, but his face got flushed with each couple sips and his words began to slur together. 

It was cute seeing his composer dissolve, since he’s always professional at work and took his job seriously. Getting to see this side of him was worth

“Ugh.. And don’t get me started on Kambe… He’s insufferable.” He mumbled into his glass as he drank more, “Thinks money is the answer to everything.” You guys somehow got onto the topic of your colleagues, giving your opinions on them and retelling stories about them that made both of you laugh. 

Before he could rant more about Kambe, you interrupted him. “Can I ask you something, Kato-san?”

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve been thinking, we’ve worked together for a while. And we’re somewhat close, right?” He nodded along to what you were saying. “Can I call you by your first name?” He froze as you said that, and covered his face with his hand. 

“Ah! Uhm…” His face grew hotter. 

“I understand if that’s too much! It’s just that, the Chief calls you by your given name. You can call me by my first name too!”

He averted his eyes, “D-don’t… Don’t tease me like that…”

“What do you mean?”

“When you say stuff like that... It gives me hope.” He laid his head on the table, his cheek resting against the cool wood. “It makes me think that I’m not reading anything wrong… That you might like me back…”

“You like me!?” You asked, shocked. “I’m sure there are other people who are much better than me.”

“Tha-that’s not true! Not one… one bit! You are an amazing person!” He sat up in his seat, and used his hands to prop himself on the table. “You make me want to improve myself.. And do right by you…”

He leaned over the table, his face closing in on yours, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of alcohol from his breath. “There are too many reasons to list…”  With him directly in front of you, you could see how clouded he eyes looked from the liquor. 

He brought his face in front of yours, and closed the remaining distance between your lips. His lips locked onto yours, and he pressed deeper into the kiss. Stunned by the abrupt kiss, your mind didn’t register what was happening until a couple seconds later. 

“Wa-wait!” You shoved him off of you. He whined at the loss of contact, and breathed heavily as he regained his breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this! You’re drunk right now! I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

“Ah…” He touched his lips, “Your lips felt so soft…” The blush on his face intensified. Deciding that enough was enough, and that you wanted to stop anything further from happening, you stood up and went to his side.

“Haru.” You said sternly, your eyes strict, clearly showing you meant business.

“Y-yes!?”

“I think it’s time you went to bed.”

“Bed!?” His eyes widened. “(L/n)-san! Don’t you think this is going too fast!?”

“Not us. Just you. You’ll thank me later when you’re more sober.” You picked him up from under his arm and guided him to his bed, and gently laid him there. “Go to sleep.”

“Huh? But I’m … I’m not tired…” Knowing that was bullshit with the amount he drank, you humored him until he eventually fell into a drunken stupor. 

You pulled out your phone and looked at the time, “It’s way too late to leave now…” You said to yourself. “I guess I can fix things up around here.” You checked on Kato again to make sure he was sleeping before you cleaned up the table and carefully stashed the strawberry soju, just in case he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to drink more.

Once you finished clearing the table, you headed towards the kitchen. “Pardon the intrusion.” You looked in the cabinets to find a cup and to hopefully find a cloth of some sorts. After you found a cup, you filled it up with water and placed it on the table next to his bed. 

“I still need to find something to put on his head…” You whispered to yourself, “The bathroom maybe? And I could probably find some painkillers as well.”

You opened the door to his bathroom, then opened the mirror cabinet that was above the sink. You ended up finding a bottle of Advils. ‘Jackpot.’ Twisting the cap open with a satisfying pop, you took out two gel pills. As you were putting everything back in its place, you caught sight of a hand towel laying on top of the rim of the bathtub.

You grabbed the towel too, so that you can use it to cool him down. Now back at his side again, you placed the two pills next to the glass of water, so when he woke up he’ll see it and take them. 

With a sigh, you walked back into the kitchen and ran the hand towel under cold water. You yawned as you made it back to Kato, and gently sat the cool towel on his forehead. He was still knocked out, and lightly snored with every exhale. 

Tired from everything that had happened today, you became drowsy, and watched as his chest rises and falls as he breathes. You eventually fell asleep, your head resting on his mattress. 

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Sunlight shined past the curtains and hit Kato directly in the face, “Ugh..” He groaned as he sat up. “My head is killing me…” He rubbed his face, trying to collect his thoughts from last night. His eyes then landed on you, your body was splayed across the floor next to his bed. “(L/n)-san...?” 

He got out of his bed too fast, causing his blood to rush to his head and face plant onto the floor next to you. The thud of his body woke you up from your slumber. “Mmh…? You up yet, Kato-san?”

“You can say that…” He sat up straight on the floor, “My head hurts even more now…”

“Oh,” you peeled yourself off the floor and picked up the water and pills, “here.”

“Thank you,” he quickly popped the pills into his mouth and drank the water. 

“You probably won’t feel better for another hour or so... “

“It’s fine…” 

You shuffled in your spot, feeling awkward by what had taken place the night before. “Uhm… Kato-san, can I borrow your kitchen? I can make you something to help with your hangover.” 

“Hangover…? That’s right, we drank together didn’t we?” 

“Mhm,” you agreed. “You more so than me though.” You stood up and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what you could make.

“What do you mean?”

Choosing to at least spare him of the embarrassment, you left some of the truth out. “You got really drunk, and started ranting about our co-workers.” 

“I- I didn’t say anything weird, did I?” He asked you worriedly. 

You pretended to think about it, “Hm...No. I don’t think so.” You took out a few ingredients before you spoke again. “You can go take a bath while I cook. You wouldn’t want to show up to work smelling like alcohol.”

“Right… I’ll go wash up.”

He left his spot and headed towards the bathroom. After he left, you let out a deep breath. “Ahhh!” You covered your face with your hands, “How am I supposed to face Kato-san now!?” You graced your bottom lip with your finger, “His lips… were soft too… But I can’t tell him about that! I’d die due to humiliation!”

While you were contemplating on what to do, you failed to notice the footsteps closing in on you. “(L/n)-san?” 

Startled by his voice, you jumped. “K-kato-san! What are you doing?”

“Oh, I forgot to take my clothes with me,” he gestured by shaking them in his hand, “and I wanted to make sure you were able to find what you needed.”

“Yeah, I found what I needed. Thank you for checking in on me.” He went back into the bathroom, and you heard the sound of the water running follow after. “I can’t make it obvious, or he’ll catch on. He’s really good at reading people. All I can do now is finish cooking breakfast, head to work, and throw myself into the void, to never be seen again.”

A few minutes later, Kato came out of the bath with a towel around his neck, his hair was still dripping. “You were right, (L/n)-san. I did thank you later.” 

You glanced over to him, “See, I told you so.” You arranged the food neatly on the plate and placed it on the table. 

He put his hands together, “Thanks for the food!”

You repeated after him, “Thanks for the food.”

Kato took a few bites of the food and smiled at the taste, “This is really good! You really are an amazing person.” You dropped your food as he said that. ‘Shit, he knew. He had to have known.’

“Umm… Kato-san… I-”

“I hope you know I really meant it, even if I was drunk. And what happened about calling me Haru,” he smirked at you, “(Y/n).”

“H-haru…” You tested his name out, still nervous about everything that’s happening. “I think you’re an amazing person too…”

“Glad we’re on the same page now. Let’s finish the food before it gets too cold, I wouldn’t want to put your cooking to waste.”

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lost princess.

synopsis: They are tasked with finding the lost daughter of the Emperor of Japan.

# tags: scenarios; strangers/?; drama; but also a lil bit of fluff & comedy; sfw

includes: female reader ft. daisuke kambe & haru katou {fkbu}

— DAISUKE

“... HEUSC, give me a preview of cameras all over Tokyo. She can’t be too far away.” The man touched the small, black earring on his ear, and his butler quickly realized the request, showing dozens of camera recordings from different parts of the city on a large, bright screen. “Compare the face of the Emperor’s daughter with all the faces from cameras of the last twenty hours, and if you find anything, give me the exact time of her last whereabouts.”

“... Princess Y/N was last seen at the grocery store, here’s the coordinates.” The butler answered truthfully and sending the details to the detective’s phone. “It was less than three minutes ago, so the Princess is still inside the store.”

Daisuke got up from his chair and walked towards the door, telling his butler to inform him of your changing whereabouts all the time.

It took the millionaire less than six minutes to get to you (of course HEUSC changed the traffic lights all over town for him, lmao). Then he parked in front of the building and got out of the expensive car. After a few seconds, he went inside, asking HEUSC which shopping aisle you are in.

It turned out that you were choosing a few unhealthy snacks at this point and an iced tea that you unfortunately couldn’t reach due to your height. Happily, Daisuke reached it and handed it to you, at which you smiled gently.

“Thank you.”

“The Princess should be in the palace now, not in the store, shopping.” He replied and looking at you, which you sighed and turned towards the white shelf, trying to not pay attention to the black-haired man standing behind your person. You just choosing something for tonight’s dinner, humming a song played through the speakers. “Are you listening to me, Princess?”

“Don’t call me that, please. Just let me pass my time like a normal human being. I’m tired of living in a palace like a pretty toy. I just wanted to... rest.” You grunted, turning to him again. “It’s nice that my family is worried about me and sending you to me, but it would be much more nice if they finally let me live with my own way. I’m too old to watch over me.”

“I understand, but my job was to bring you home, so let’s go.”

“Four hours.” You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes. “Give me four more hours so I can feel normal.” You said softly, squeezing the colorful tea bottle. “Please.”

“Provided that I accompany you.”

“Okay, I don’t mind. Would you like something to eat too? Chips, chocolate or maybe... ramen?” You asked with another huge smile and the detective breathed out loud.

You were even adorable in his eyes.

— HARU

Haru yawned softly as he pushed the heavy door and entered the McDonald’s restaurant. He quickly went to the checkout, ordered the selected products, and when those were ready, he picked up the red tray, walked forward. There was one empty seat on the couch next to the huge window, so he headed over there. However, when he got much closer, he noticed that a young woman wearing an oversized gray sweatshirt and black pants sitting on it.

“... Hello. Sorry, it’s a free seat?” He asked pleasantly, and you nodded, inviting him. The detective smiled gratefully and sat down in front of you.

“Hard day at work?” You asked shyly, starting a conversation and scanning his tired face at the same time. The man merely nodded, biting on a warm beef burger.

“You don’t even know how much. The last time I slept was probably two days ago or maybe three...? I don’t know.” He laughed sadly, and you frowned.

“So why don’t you rest a bit?”

“The detective never rests. Especially during a difficult mission.” He replied honestly, and you nodded once again, understanding his words. You two talked for a short while, until at one point you pushed the coffee you hadn’t even started in his direction. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and you smiled.

“Since you’re still working, maybe this will get you back on your feet. At least I hope so.”

He was silent for a moment, watching you more closely. He noticed some special marks on your face, scanned your warm smile and deep eyes, sighing to himself.

“... I guess, I’m done with my work right now, Princess, but thank you.” He chuckled softly and you tense all your muscles. “We’ll finish the food and we’ll go back to your house. Relax, you’ll be fine, it’s just that your whole family is very worried about you.”

“Can we... go back tomorrow? I wanted to go to the arcade, try the alcohol from the store, eat the ramen from the peper cup and…” You started to stutter, and Haru laughed much louder, seeing your embarrassed expression and pleading gaze.

“All right, Princess. According to your wishes.”

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It's 2:40 am, and I miss my boys… 🥺

[supremekingofsalvation]

Daisuke Falls™ for Haru first

I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

[teinmei]

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

bonus first division haru and hoshino!

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can u imagine,, Suzue and Saeki...?

the first time meeting Daisuke’s colleagues and Suzue sees Saeki, she just blue-screens and gets thrown off at how adorable and feminine Saeki is. the pink darling- bless her- tries to feed Suzue snacks and get so excited because there isnt many girls in her department.

,,just.. the Kanbes being head over heels over two adorable detectives that just so happen to be in their 30s and want nothing but to make em happy with their money

[kiirosenpai]

Look at this bastard dramatically stand there while his enemy writhes in pain.