#mafuyu seba x reader

[jasminerva]

it's the thought that counts

various SakaDays dudes x gn!Reader SFW, clothing implied but never assumed Yumi (seikoo_11) sent me a very sweet message and idea! Gaku and Nagumo were all her, but I wanted to add all the other dudes on my mind because they all deserve love~! Banner img from some SAO game art thing. 🎄🎁 Happy SakaHoliDays to all~! ✨🎉

The holidays were a time for surprises, and you had cooked up the ultimate one for your SakaDays dude.

Decked out in ribbons, you struck a playful / seductive pose and announced, "Merry Christmas! I'm your gift!"

The twist? Hidden somewhere beneath the intricate bows and wrappings was an actual present, tailored just for them. The look on their face was priceless as they realized they'd have to unwrap their "gift" piece by piece to uncover the thotful treasure you'd prepared.

What better way to celebrate than with a little fun and a lot of love?

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Gaku: A game he'd been interested in playing (how did you even notice? he gave no tells.). He unwraps you with a mix of laziness and faux indifference. He teasingly asks if the gift came with any DLC and when you say "Yes" in that particular tone, things heat up.

Nagumo: A box of Pocky tucked just out of reach ("Hurry up~" you say, "it's gonna melt!"). Every ribbon undone feels like a playful battle, and by the end, the real gift was the fun of "unwrapping" you - plus, the promise of enjoying the real treat later.

Uzuki: An art instruction book. His cheeks flush as he delicately undoes each bow, mumbling how you're more beautiful than any masterpiece he's seen and could ever dream of illustrating. (You end up redder than he is.)

Shin: A manga volume he's missing. He hesitates, blushing furiously as he fumbles with the ribbons, only to stammer out a heartfelt thank-you after. You can't wait to spoil him some more later, so you decide against spoiling the extra surprises (let's just say it involves checking more things off his list - Shin knows cuz he can read your mind and your smug face).

Shishiba: A luxurious silk tie and tie clip to add to his collection (tell me he doesn't have one of those walk-in closets with lux items encased in glass that he rotates through). He takes his time unwrapping, quietly amused by your boldness, before thanking you with a soft smirk and puts the tie around you to see how you look (with just that on - nothing else).

Hyo: Metal/brass polish. He roars with laughter at the practicality and promises to "shine up" just for you. You tell him he's already dazzling and he glows from your compliment (+ the offer to spoon him afterwards).

Heisuke (+ Piisuke): Bird & boy-friendly snacks. His excitement is infectious, as he grins ear to ear, quickly tearing through the ribbons (somehow tangling you up further before Piisuke helps out) and hugs you like you're the best gift ever.

Natsuki: Spare lithium battery packs for his invisibility suit. He unwraps you with methodical precision, smirking as he asks if this counts as "charging up for later".

Mafuyu: A UV light wand. He's irked at first, carefully untying the ribbons, but the corners of his eyes crinkle and mask shifts slightly when he sees the thoughtful gift. Why's he using it on you--?!

Amane: A personalized activity booklet. His quiet curiosity grows as he unwraps you, and his soft smile is worth every ribbon as he eagerly flips through the pages, memorizing them all instantly. He wants to start ASAP but you remind him that things are closed for the holidays and he blushes ("no no it's okay" god he's adorable).

Kashima: A handwritten IOU on reindeer stationary for a karaoke session. He chortles when he reads it, pulling you close and saying, "I expect a duet." (This would be the perfect time to put the light up Rudolph nose on him.)

Kaji: Hi-fi earplugs and a new, festive trapper hat. He laughs softly, mumbling too quietly about how much he appreciates you and the gift. He doesn't think he could pull it off but you convince him that he'll be the talk of the town and deserves to feel special.

Apart: Instead of wrapping yourself, you take the ribbons and gently wind them around the two of you, pulling him close with a smile. "This way," you say softly, "we won't be apart this Christmas." He melts, flushes, and tightens the ribbons around your shared embrace to nuzzle against you and hide his face (can't even see anything under his messy bangs anyway).

Haruma: He holds onto one end of the ribbon and tells you to spin and unravel yourself. Not in a dominant way (kinda), but in a personal trainer way (sobbing the winter holidays is when we're allowed to potato!). No gift on you, except a signed affidavit witnessed by Uzuki (& Kashima in case it wasn't the right Uzuki) saying that you worked out earlier and deserve something sweet. (Protein-baked goodies aren't half bad tbh, but Haruma would treat you to whatever you love, even the bad macro stuff - you'll burn it off later anywho ;)

Sakamoto (platonic): You've ribbon-wrapped Sakamoto for Aoi, tying a big bow around his belly, slapping it for good measure, with a cheeky grin. "Merry Christmas to the family man!" you declare, shooing him away. You'll watch over the store during the holidays so he can spend time with Aoi and Hana-chan.

Merry Christmas & Eve~! Depending on where you're located~ Artists of all mediums give so much to you and me~ be sure to wish your beloved creators a Happy Holidays~! Want more? Check out my SakaDays Masterlist! 🍑 Comments, reblogs, tags appeachiated~! 🍑

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Extras under the mistletoe 🌿🍒:

Yumi's cutieful art of Nagumo in ribbons *fans self* that I requested. Do you think he'd let you wrap him up too? Oh def yes. THANK YUMI FOR SPARKING THIS POST & GIVE HER ALL THE LOVE + FOLLOW HER ON TWITTER PLEASE AND THANK YOU~!

Kaji's new hat. Call him cute and ask him for a ride~! ;3

I knew I could count on Korean TWT for red-nosed Kashima art. If you see more, please do share~! [adding as I happen upon them: sakori00, No_Eul_0, yant2k]

Also, LOOK AT HIM! PINKY ALL THE WAY UP KASHIMA!!! He prolly sings enka / operatic style. He's as refined as Shishiba but totes it loudly and proudly. (Thank you again, Yumi, for finding the extra!!!)

Tie clip + fancy tie was brought up by Lao (@herringstrait) in passing conversation. They even found this beauty!

¥13,200 for Mr. Fancypants. I bet it's functional too. Shishiba already has a hammerhead shark pin I'm sure he'd appreciate this!

[itsmerelliwellie]

Please Don't Be Scared Of Me | Sakamoto Days

How Sakamoto Days characters handle you being scared of them because of their job

Characters: Shin Asakura, Yoichi Nagumo, Seba Brothers, Gaku, Heisuke Mashimo

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A/N: Hope you like this one OwO

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~~Shin Asakura~~

When you pull away from him with that wide-eyed fear, it hits him like a ton of bricks. He hears it in your thoughts before you even speak it. “He's dangerous... what if he snaps?"

Shin freezes. His heart pounds, not because you’re wrong—he has killed people—but because you’re terrified of him, not what he’s done. That distinction shatters something inside.

“You think I’d ever hurt you?” he asks softly, voice cracking a little as he gently lowers his hand, like even touching you would confirm your fears.

He gives you space. Too much space. For days, he barely meets your gaze, too afraid of what he’ll hear in your mind again.

Eventually, he breaks, sitting outside your room like some kicked puppy. “I’ve done terrible things,” he admits. “But if I could hear just one thought from you where you trusted me again… I’d do anything for that.”

When you finally reach out, saying, “I just needed time to process,” he leans into your touch like a dying man given water. He whispers, “Then take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’ll never stop being protective—but he’s more careful now, more open. And when you finally kiss him, hands trembling, he doesn’t read your mind. He wants to feel your trust the human way.

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~~Yoichi Nagumo~~

He laughs it off at first. “You scared of me? Babe, I’m the guy who brings you takeout and clips your cat’s nails.”

But when you flinch at the sound of his knife clicking open, everything stops. His expression drops like a mask falling away.

“You know, I pretend a lot,” he says, almost too casually. “Happy-go-lucky, pretty-boy hitman. But pretending you’re not afraid of me? That one really hurt.”

He disappears for a day or two. Not because he’s angry, but because he needs to figure out if being in your life is actually hurting you more than helping.

When he comes back, it’s late. Rain clings to him. He crawls into your bed fully clothed, laying next to you with his back to yours. “I never wanted you to see that part of me,” he murmurs. “But if you’d rather see the truth than love a lie, I’ll show you everything.”

He opens up like never before. About his past, about how much of it he regrets, about how every time he holds a blade. He thinks of what he could lose.

And when you finally touch his face and say, “I trust you,” his smirk returns, slower this time. “Then I’ll treasure that trust because you have no idea how much it matters to me."

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~~Natsuki Seba~~

He gets quiet—scary quiet—when you recoil from his smile after hearing a story about one of his past missions.

“So it’s finally come to this, huh?” he says, pulling off his glasses and cleaning them slowly. “The moment when you realize I’m a monster.”

But there’s no bite in his voice—just exhaustion. He’s used to being seen as a weapon, a tool, a successful test subject. But he thought you saw him as human.

He doesn’t beg. Doesn’t plead. Just... slowly starts building walls. Talking to you only when necessary, pulling all-nighters again, isolating himself in data and chemicals.

When you confront him, saying, “I was scared, not disgusted,” he doesn’t believe you. Not at first. “You wouldn’t be the first to lie to me,” he mutters.

You finally break through when you patch up a wound he didn’t even ask you to touch. “You’re still you,” you whisper. And he grabs your wrist—hard—not to stop you, but because he’s shaking.

That night, he kisses you like a dying man. Desperate, soft, and scared. “If I scare you again,” he says, forehead pressed to yours, “tell me. I’d rather break myself apart than lose you.”

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~~Mafuyu Seba~~

It’s a knife to the chest when you say, “I don’t know who you are anymore.” And Mafuyu just… smiles. Like he was expecting this.

“You were the one good thing I didn’t have to earn,” he says coldly. “Guess I got that wrong too.”

He shuts down completely. Barely sleep. Doesn’t text. You find his coat on your couch like he meant to come home but couldn’t.

The worst part? He wants to fix it. But he doesn’t know how. He was raised on logic and rules—emotions are messy, unpredictable. Dangerous. For the longest time, he never even had the guts for skin-to-skin contact. You were the first person to jump over the high walls.

So you break the silence first. You find him slumped over a desk, staring at a photo of you two. “Were you ever going to come back?”

“I was scared I’d break something that mattered,” he admits, looking up with raw eyes. “I don’t know how to be loved and feared at the same time.”

You hold him close and say, “Then let’s figure it out together.” His kiss is shaky, tender, and terrified. “I’ll make myself better,” he promises.

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~~Gaku~~

He’s not surprised when you back away. He saw the fear in your eyes the moment he told you the truth.

“You thought I was just some weird, messy guy with a sharp tongue,” he mutters. “Turns out I’m also a trained killer. Surprise.”

He doesn’t beg or apologize. He just leaves. Ghosts you. The type of silence that tastes like blood and old memories.

You find him again by accident, nursing a busted lip in an alley. “Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you ask.

“Because I knew you’d try to stop me,” he replies, not meeting your eyes. “And I couldn’t watch you look at me like that again.”

You walk up and cup his jaw, thumb brushing his bruise. “You scare me,” you admit. “But I still love you.” That’s when he breaks, he hides his face in your shoulder and just breathes, like it’s the first real breath he’s taken in days.

Later that night, his touch is rough but reverent. He kisses your scars and his own. “If you ever want out,” he says, “I’ll let you go. But until then—I’m yours, even if I don’t deserve it.”

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~~Heisuke Mashimo~~

He tries to joke it off. “I mean, who hasn’t accidentally blown something up, right?” But when you don’t laugh, he realizes this is serious.

His heart drops. “You think I’d hurt you?” he says, so softly it breaks your heart. “I’ve never even raised my voice at you.”

He spirals hard. Convinces himself you’re better off without him, that he’s too reckless, too unstable. He starts sleeping in his van again.

The guilt eats at him. You hear him muttering in his sleep—begging for forgiveness, apologizing to you, to the people he's failed.

You sat down next to him one night and said, “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here.” He just stares at you like you’re some miracle he doesn’t deserve.

He hugs you too tightly. Buries his face in your neck like you’re his only anchor. “Please don’t be scared of me,” he whispers. “I’d rather blow myself up than hurt you.”

That night, he’s surprisingly tender. Fumbling, awkward, but passionate. “I’m yours,” he says between kisses. “Just tell me what to fix and I’ll do it.”

[yvesssssssss]

HIIIII ! love your work could you please write something with natsuki having a cute gf but everytime he’s alone with her and they get freaky mafuyu interrupts

Unlucky in Love (Thanks to Mafuyu)

Thank you!! I hope you like it!!

Being Natsuki Seba’s girlfriend was an experience. He was cute, a little awkward, and way too serious about everything—especially when it came to you. And while he tried to act cool, it was obvious to anyone who paid attention that he was hopelessly in love.

Unfortunately, dating him came with one big, unavoidable problem.

Mafuyu Seba.

The little menace had an uncanny ability to appear at the worst possible times, usually when you and Natsuki were just about to get intimate.

And tonight was no different.

You were curled up on Natsuki’s lap in his dorm room, playing with the strands of his dark blue hair. He had been trying to help you study, but your “tutoring session” quickly derailed when you started kissing him.

At first, he tried to stay focused. “You have an exam soon,” he mumbled, his voice already breathless as you kissed down his jaw.

“I’ll pass if you give me good luck kisses,” you teased, batting your lashes at him.

His face turned pink. “You—” His voice hitched as your lips brushed over his throat.

That was all it took. Natsuki caved instantly, tilting his head so you could kiss him properly. His hands settled on your waist, fingers pressing just enough to keep you close.

And then—

BANG!

The door slammed open.

“Oi, Natsuki. Have you seen my—”

You yelped, nearly falling off his lap as Mafuyu strolled in like he owned the place.

Natsuki shot up, his face bright red. “GET OUT!”

Mafuyu blinked at the two of you. “Oh.” His eyes darted between your disheveled state and Natsuki’s flustered expression. Then he smirked. “Ohhh. My bad.”

“No, it’s not your bad—GET OUT!”

Mafuyu sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright, I’ll go. You guys are so sensitive.” He turned to leave but paused in the doorway. “By the way, the walls are kinda thin, so maybe keep it down next time?”

You buried your face in Natsuki’s shoulder in embarrassment.

Natsuki looked ready to commit murder.

The second attempt happened in the library.

You and Natsuki were sitting in a secluded corner, supposedly “studying.” But as usual, it didn’t take long before you were pressed against his chest, lips moving slowly against his.

His hand rested on your thigh, squeezing slightly as he deepened the kiss. You could feel his heart racing.

And then—

“Seriously? Here too?”

You froze.

Natsuki groaned, pulling away just enough to glare at the intruder. “Mafuyu.”

Mafuyu stood a few feet away, holding a book with a bored expression. “I don’t even try to catch you guys. It just keeps happening.”

You buried your face in your hands. Natsuki looked like he was about to explode.

Mafuyu sighed. “Well, don’t stop on my account.” He smirked. “Actually, yeah, do stop. Some of us actually use the library for studying.”

Natsuki threw an eraser at his head.

Third time’s the charm, right?

Wrong.

This time, Natsuki had taken you out on a late-night walk, hoping to avoid any interruptions. The air was crisp, the stars were bright, and you were tucked against his side, his arm around your shoulders.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smiled. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours—

“Bro, do you guys ever catch a break?”

Natsuki physically flinched.

You gasped and turned, finding Mafuyu standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking far too amused.

Natsuki groaned. “I swear to God—”

Mafuyu shrugged. “Don’t blame me. Maybe you should try getting freaky somewhere I’m not.”

“Maybe you should mind your business!”

Mafuyu just grinned. “Nah, this is way more fun.”

You grabbed Natsuki’s hand before he could actually chase his brother down the street.

Honestly? At this point, you were pretty sure Mafuyu had a sixth sense for blocking any and all of Natsuki’s romantic moments.

But one day, one day, you were going to get uninterrupted alone time with your boyfriend.

…Hopefully.

Bonus: Mafuyu’s POV

Mafuyu snickered as he walked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Did he technically have to interrupt them all the time? No.

Was it funny as hell? Absolutely.

[nanaosaki3940]

Feels Like A Family [Sakamoto Days]

I'm currently working on my next chapter and decided to share a small snippet of it... Please let me know if you liked it or not... 

Fanfic Name: Love In The Line Of Fire [Sakamoto Days]

Pairing: Yoichi Nagumo X OC

Nana's POV

I walked down the bustling street, my hand securely holding the small, warm hand of Hana, my cheerful five-year-old niece. The summer sun bathed us in a gentle, golden glow, casting long shadows as we made our way toward a popular dessert shop known for its delectable treats. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional bark from dogs being walked by their owners.

“So, Hana-chan, what kind of dessert are you in the mood for today? Ice cream? Cake?” I asked, glancing down at Hana with a warm smile.

Her wide, innocent eyes sparkled with excitement as she pondered the delicious options.

“Ice cream! I want strawberry with sprinkles!” Hana replied cheerfully, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Her excitement was infectious, and I found myself grinning in response.

"Of course. We'll get the biggest ice creams they have…" I promised, imagining the joy on her face when she would see the towering scoops of her favorite flavor.

As we continued our walk, Hana suddenly pointed excitedly at something ahead.

“Aunt Na-chan! Look at that big dog!” she exclaimed, her voice high with delight, her tiny finger was directed at a fluffy, golden retriever that was trotting happily beside its owner.

“Yes, Hana-chan, it’s a very big dog. Maybe we can say hi to it on our way back…” I suggested while chuckling at her excitement, picturing the scene of Hana petting the friendly dog and her face lighting up with pure joy.

The sidewalks were crowded with people enjoying the pleasant weather. Vendors lined the street, selling everything from fresh flowers to colorful trinkets. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from a nearby bakery, mingling with the aroma of street food being cooked at various stalls.

As we approached the dessert shop, the bustling crowd momentarily parted, revealing a familiar face striding towards us. It was Nagumo, easily recognizable in his signature brown trench coat, a printed shirt peeking out from beneath, and black pants. His long rectangular-shaped suitcase, undoubtedly filled with his assortment of weapons, was slung over his shoulder with a casual air.

“Yo-chan?” I called out, my voice tinged with surprise as I spotted him.

“Hey, Nana-chan! Fancy meeting you here!” Nagumo greeted, his trademark grin spreading across his face, radiating his usual infectious energy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyebrows raised in curiosity as we closed the distance between us.

“I was actually heading to your place to meet up with Sakamoto-kun. But since I ran into you, I’ll stick around and we can go back together…” Nagumo replied in an energetic tone, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Did you come here to talk about the Death Row Inmate assassins?” I questioned further, a hint of concern in my voice.

“Yeah…” Nagumo responded, nodding his head solemnly, though the gleam in his eyes remained.

Just then, Hana tugged gently on my hand, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Who is this, Aunt Na-chan?” she asked, her innocent voice breaking the moment.

“This is Yoichi Nagumo. He’s a friend of mine and your dad’s…” I explained with a smile, introducing her to Nagumo.

“And who might this lovely young lady be?” Nagumo asked, his grin widening as he crouched down to Hana’s level, making sure to look her in the eye.

“I’m Hana! I’m my Daddy’s daughter!” Hana giggled, introducing herself with a bright smile that could light up the room.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hana-chan!” Nagumo responded, extending a hand dramatically, his grin widening even further.

“Nice to meet you too, Uncle Yo-chan!” Hana grinned back and shook his hand, her small fingers wrapping around his with an endearing enthusiasm.

Immediately, Hana's cheerful demeanor meshed seamlessly with Nagumo's playful nature, and seeing that brought a smile to my face. Nagumo had always had a special talent for connecting with kids. His blend of cheerfulness, playful energy, and undeniable charm made him irresistible to children. They found him fun yet safe and harmless, a figure who could effortlessly bring joy to their day. Women, on the other hand, were naturally drawn to his magnetic personality, while men admired his effortless confidence and charm, often wishing they could emulate his captivating presence.

I understood that feeling all too well. My first encounter with Nagumo occurred when Taro first got into JCC. Back then I was only 8 years old while Taro and Nagumo were 14 years old; they were just 6 years older than me. At that time, Taro was just beginning his training to become a professional assassin, and through this journey, he formed a fast friendship with Nagumo. Through Taro, I came to know Nagumo, who quickly became a significant presence in my life. He was everything one could admire: charming, charismatic, funny, witty, incredibly handsome, and endearingly cute. His boundless optimism and ever-present smile created a magnetic aura that drew people in effortlessly.

Nagumo's friendly and approachable demeanor made him popular among his peers and endeared him to those younger than him. His quick wit and humor kept everyone entertained, and his genuine kindness won the hearts of many. It was no wonder that children adored him and women found him irresistible. His ability to make anyone laugh with a quick-witted comment or lighten the mood with his infectious smile had always captivated me. It was easy to see why people were naturally drawn to him.

As a child, I had admired him from a distance, and as I grew older, those feelings blossomed into a quiet, persistent longing. I had been infatuated with him, and over the years, that infatuation matured into a deeper, more profound love. Even now, standing next to him as he effortlessly bonded with Hana, I felt that familiar flutter in my heart. Despite the years that had passed, my feelings for Nagumo remained as strong as ever, a constant, unspoken presence in my life.

His charming presence reminded me of countless moments from our shared past. His ability to make anyone laugh with a quick-witted comment or lighten the mood with his infectious smile had always captivated me. Watching him now, I was transported back to those days when I first realized just how special he was. He was more than just a friend of Taro’s; he had become an indelible part of my life story, someone who had always been there, quietly shaping my dreams and hopes.

And now, here he was, effortlessly winning over Hana, just as he had won over everyone else in his life. It was a poignant reminder of why I had fallen for him in the first place, and why those feelings had never truly faded. His presence was a testament to the enduring nature of my love for him, a love that had stood the test of time and continued to thrive in the quiet corners of my heart.

Nagumo and Hana continued to chat animatedly as we made our way to the ice cream parlor, their laughter filling the air. Once inside, the shop owner greeted us with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with delight at the sight of us.

“Oh, what a cute family you are! You make such a lovely couple with your adorable daughter!” the shopkeeper remarked, looking between the three of us with a beam of approval.

My face turned crimson upon hearing the comment. I felt a rush of heat spread across my cheeks and quickly opened my mouth to correct her.

“O-Oh, we're not actually—” I began, my voice wavering slightly from the unexpected embarrassment.

But before I could finish, Nagumo, ever the opportunist, cut me off with a mischievous grin.

“Thank you! Yes, I'm quite lucky to have such a young wife and cute daughter!” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders with an easy familiarity before winking at me.

“Yeah! We're a happy family!” Hana giggled, catching on to the playful ruse as her eyes sparkled with delight at the game Nagumo was playing. “Daddy, can I have extra sprinkles on my ice cream?”

“Yes, anything for our dear Hana-chan! My sweet daughter!” Nagumo responded, his voice full of mock seriousness.

He tickled and hugged Hana gently, making her giggle louder, her laughter bouncing off the walls of the dessert shop. I stood there, flustered and at a loss for words. My mouth opened and closed a few times as I tried to find the right thing to say, but all I managed was a small, awkward smile. The shop owner's eyes were full of warmth and affection, completely convinced by Nagumo's and Hana's playful act.

As we ordered our desserts, I couldn't help but notice how natural Nagumo seemed in this role. He exuded a warmth and charm that made it easy for others to believe in the illusion he had created. His dark hair and eyes matched Hana's so well that it was no wonder the shop owner had mistaken them for father and daughter. With my presence completing the picture, it was easy to see why she had assumed we were a family.

“Here you go, a big strawberry ice cream with extra sprinkles for the little princess…” the shopkeeper said, handing Hana her treat with a fond smile.

“Thank you!” Hana exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement as she took her ice cream.

Nagumo and I both received our own desserts and coffee and he, in his usual generous manner, took care of the bill before we made our way to a cozy spot at a small table. Throughout the entire interaction, I could feel the amused glances of the other customers, and it only added to my flustered state. Sitting down, I couldn't help but glance at Nagumo, who seemed entirely unbothered by the whole situation.

“Enjoy your treat, everyone!” the shop owner called out as she returned to her work.

Hana, her face lighting up with delight, dove into her strawberry ice cream adorned with colorful sprinkles.

“This is so yummy!” Hana exclaimed between giggles, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

“I'm glad you like it, Hana-chan!” Nagumo replied warmly, casting a fond glance at her before turning his playful gaze toward me. “Nana-chan, you were positively adorable back there, all flustered and blushing.”

“Yo-chan, you really shouldn't have played along like that. It was embarrassing!” I chided, a slight frown betraying my lingering embarrassment as my cheeks retained their rosy hue.

“Oh, come on, Nana-chan. It was harmless fun!” Nagumo chuckled, tousling Hana's hair affectionately as she giggled along with us. “You should have seen your own expression! And besides, Hana-chan seemed to get a kick out of it.”

“Yeah, Aunt Na-chan! It was so funny!” Hana chimed in, her laughter bubbling with infectious joy.

“But you have to admit, we made quite a convincing family…” Nagumo teased with a mischievous smirk.

“Still, you didn't have to... to...” I huffed, crossing my arms and searching for the right words.

“To what? To acknowledge how lucky I am to have such a beautiful young wife and an adorable daughter?” Nagumo interjected playfully, his grin widening. 

“Stop teasing me, baka!” I scowled, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

“You two are funny! Just like a real mommy and daddy!” Hana added with a wide grin, clearly amused by our banter.

Despite my initial embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile at Hana's innocent comment. The warmth between us was palpable in that quaint confectionary shop. As Nagumo and Hana continued their playful interaction, a sense of contentment settled over me. For that brief and sweet afternoon, sitting together like this, we truly felt like a family.

As I leisurely sipped my coffee, I observed Nagumo and Hana engrossed in lively conversation, their laughter and chatter creating a warm ambiance around our table. Nagumo, with his characteristic charm and animated gestures, was deep in conversation with Hana. He asked her about school life, her friends, and her hobbies, and in return, regaled her with amusing anecdotes about her father Taro Sakamoto during their days at JCC. Hana, wide-eyed and fully attentive, hung on every word, finding immense amusement in learning about her father's youthful antics.

Notorious for the intricate tattoos adorning his whole body, Nagumo even showcased a few to Hana which were on his arms and neck, sharing stories behind some of the designs. His playful side emerged as he performed magic tricks with his dice, deftly making them disappear into thin air, leaving Hana marveling with wonder.

Nagumo possessed a natural affinity for interacting with children, a skill that seemed effortless for him. Not everyone could engage with youngsters as effortlessly as he did. Beyond his knack for connecting with kids, Nagumo genuinely enjoyed their company. Whether it was indulging in sweets together, sharing stories, or simply engaging in playful banter, he thrived in their presence. It made me reflect on what kind of father he might one day become. I couldn't help but imagine him as the epitome of a cool, fun-loving dad—someone his children would undoubtedly adore. His inherent warmth and ability to create joyful moments would undoubtedly make him a cherished figure in his children's lives. It was a thought that filled me with a sense of certainty and warmth.

Contemplating Nagumo's future, I couldn't shake the question of whether he would ever find it within himself to settle down and create a family of his own. His career as a professional assassin, aligned with both JAA and the Order, presented formidable obstacles to such aspirations. I reflected on my cousin Taro's experience—he had made the difficult decision to exit the assassin world in order to build a family with Aoi. Their journey underscored the sacrifices and challenges inherent in balancing a life of danger with the desire for domesticity.

In contrast, my parents had boldly chosen to defy the odds, navigating the perilous waters of their profession while choosing to marry and eventually bring me into the world. Their decision to start a family despite the risks spoke volumes about their love and commitment. I had always felt their affection deeply, and their words of gratitude for having me in their lives were a testament to their unwavering devotion. I cherished the bond we shared and considered myself fortunate to call them my parents.

Turning my thoughts back to Nagumo, I couldn't help but ponder his stance on relationships and marriage. He was a different case altogether. From what I knew of him, he had never ventured into a serious romantic entanglement despite his charm and affable nature. While he had casually dated during his tenure at JCC, those interactions had never progressed beyond the superficial, likely due to the inherent risks of his profession. His profession as an assassin imposed significant barriers to forming lasting attachments, and I wondered if he harbored any desires for a more settled life.

The thought gnawed at me—did he envision a future that involved settling down and sharing his life with someone?

Presently, Nagumo remained single and unattached, with no apparent romantic interests or crushes on the horizon. If there was someone he fancied, I believed I would have been aware of it by now. And yet, despite the passing years, my own feelings for him had not waned. I still harbored a deep affection, nurtured from the innocence of childhood. Now, as a young woman, I found myself contemplating whether it was time to disclose my feelings to him.

I had grown since those innocent beginnings of admiration when I harbored a childish crush. My experiences had shaped me into a mature individual, and I knew Nagumo must see me differently now—a woman rather than the girl he had once known. If he didn't, then it was up to me to make him see me in a new light. I resolved to take the initiative in altering his perception. The thought emboldened me, stirring a resolve to confront my feelings and perhaps take a chance on love with Nagumo, despite the uncertainties that lay ahead.

The question lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper, echoing through the depths of my thoughts. If I were to muster the courage and convey my feelings to Nagumo, would he reciprocate? Could I dare to hope that he might accept me as more than a friend—a potential girlfriend, even?

It wasn't merely a matter of summoning bravery; it was about navigating the uncertainties that accompanied such a confession. Nagumo, entrenched in a perilous profession as an assassin, had forged a life defined by danger and unpredictability. His world was a stark contrast to the stability and security that traditional relationships often required. Would he be willing to venture into uncharted emotional territory, to explore the possibility of intimacy and commitment with me?

My heart fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I had known Nagumo for years, watching him navigate life with his characteristic charm and wit. Yet, beneath his affable demeanor lay a complexity that intrigued and, at times, perplexed me. Would he view my confession as an unexpected revelation, or had he perhaps sensed the undercurrent of affection that had lingered between us?

I replayed our interactions in my mind, searching for signs—subtle hints that might indicate his feelings toward me. Had there been moments when his gaze lingered a fraction longer, or his smile held a deeper warmth? Or had I been projecting my own desires onto our friendship, seeing what I wished to see rather than what was truly there?

These questions swirled within me, intertwining with memories of shared laughter, meaningful conversations, and the undeniable bond we had forged over the years. If I were to take the leap and confess my love, would it risk our friendship, or could it potentially blossom into something more profound—a partnership built on trust, mutual respect, and a shared journey through life's uncertainties?

The thought both excited and terrified me. Yet, as I contemplated the possibility of revealing my feelings to Nagumo, I knew that uncertainty was an inevitable part of love. Perhaps, in embracing vulnerability and expressing my truth, I would discover that our connection ran deeper than I had ever imagined—a bond resilient enough to weather the challenges that lay ahead.

"Nana-chan, my dear wife?" Nagumo's teasing voice interrupted my reverie, his smirk pulling me back from my thoughts. "Looks like you're lost in deep contemplation. What's brewing in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothing much…" I sighed softly, a smile tugging at my lips as I took another sip of coffee before glancing affectionately at Hana, who was immersed in her delight over the ice cream. "I was just thinking how much Hana-chan is enjoying herself here."

Noticing a smear of ice cream lingering at the corner of Hana's lips, I reached out instinctively, gently wiping it away with my finger before casually licking it off. Nagumo's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected gesture. In response, he theatrically smeared a bit of cream from his pastry near his lips, turning towards me expectantly.

"Honey, could you do me a favor and wipe this off?" Nagumo's request was playful, his pout exaggerated, eliciting an eye roll and a playful scoff from me.

"Handle it yourself, hubby…" I retorted playfully, tossing a few napkins in his direction.

"Aww, Hana-chan, see how mean Mommy is?" Nagumo exaggerated further, continuing the playful charade.

"Yeah! Mommy, stop being mean to Daddy!" Hana chimed in, giggling mischievously as she joined the game.

"Okay, you two, enough!" I laughed, pretending to scold them both, before reaching out to playfully pinch their cheeks simultaneously.

Our laughter filled the air around us, creating a warm, lively atmosphere in the cozy confectionery shop. As we bantered and teased each other, I couldn't help but revel in the joy of the moment. Despite the teasing and the playful dynamics, there was an underlying warmth and closeness between us. It felt almost like a glimpse into what a real family might feel like—filled with love, laughter, and genuine affection.

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over our little tableau. Hana's laughter echoed in the background, blending with Nagumo's teasing banter. In that moment, surrounded by sweetness and laughter, I couldn't deny the fondness that had grown for Nagumo over the years. He had become more than a childhood friend; he was someone who understood me deeply, someone who brought lightness and joy into my life.

As we enjoyed our treats and shared moments of lightheartedness, I couldn't shake the lingering thought—the possibility of what could be if I dared to express the feelings that had been quietly simmering within me. It was a daunting prospect, yet one that held the promise of something beautiful and profound.

But for now, I was content to bask in the warmth of our playful camaraderie, savoring the simple pleasures of being together in that cozy corner of the world, where laughter flowed freely and love lingered in the air.

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[gakukitty]

got an idea ! could u write something with natsuki getting intimate with his gf but everytime they try to, mafuyu interrupts them

— COCKBLOCK ? x natsuki seba

summary . mafuyu’s a sweet kid— but should probably learn to just stay in his room for a little while.

wc . 1.3k

cw . VERY SUGGESTIVE MDNI , ummmm mafuyu described as ‘little’ because he’s my son idk if that’s important , FEM! READER !!!!!! uhhhhh idk what else

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note : wrote this late at night again instead of doing work :p

natsuki has spent the last few days planning this— and it’s all going according to plan. his warm hands trail down your sides, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers sweet words and praises to you. he kisses the side of your neck softly, fingers slipping down to the edge of your pants.

he’s been wanting to do this for months now. you’re his girlfriend; of course he wants to get intimate! how can he not? you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world, and he really can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s with you. he shifts closer, lips curving into a slight grin.

“right here?” he muses, toying with the waistband of your pants. he presses another kiss to your neck, humming at the sound that escapes you. so cute.

“or maybe—“ natsuki’s voice is cut off by the sound of a door opening. he grunts as you shove him away, feet lifting to kick at him in both embarrassment and mild annoyance at being disrupted. he clicks his tongue, a hand reaching to grab your ankle as he turns his head to the door— ready to glare at whoever had the nerve to ruin his opportunity to finally get in his girlfriend’s pants.

natsuki’s just a little surprised to find his brother— who has most definitely not announced himself before visiting—standing there, hand clutching onto the door handle and if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you’re sure his jaw would be dropped.

“you disgust me.” mafuyu scoffs under his breath, eyes narrowing. he’s not dumb, but he almost wishes he was after walking in on.. whatever this is.

you stare back at the younger boy, and you are absolutely 100 percent sure that you just want to melt into a puddle on the spot. natsuki just rubs your ankle gently— a poor attempt at soothing you. it has the opposite effect, instead making you flinch away from him and get off of the bed. poor natsuki just sighs in defeat as you practically rush out of the bedroom.

“you guys, uh.. could have continued..?” mafuyu trails off, glancing back at you. though, his words do little to soothe the embarrassment slapping your face repeatedly and ringing through your ears like some sort of annoying alarm. natsuki looks back at his brother, raising a questioning eyebrow at the younger boy.

“what is it?” he asks, sitting up straight. he hopes that this is something important—

“can i have some money?”

“get out.”

after that incident, it seems that you’ve become a little more shy than before. natsuki has to be very careful with his approach, he needs to set the right mood and definitely has to make sure that he’s gentle.

so, here you two are— cuddled up on the couch and watching some sort of horror movie. he’s not exactly interested, but he does smile slightly at the little sounds that escape your lips at a particularly scary scene.

natsuki presses his nose gently against the side of your neck, kissing the skin there softly. his hand slowly moves to your thigh, lightly squeezing the flesh.

you glance over to your boyfriend, who’s acting completley oblivious. you’re a little nervous— how can you not be with the way he’s touching you right now? even with the warmth growing on your cheeks, you move with a slight shift, getting a little closer to the man beside you. he lets out a quiet hum, his teeth grazing over the skin of your neck. at this point, the movie you both had been watching is just background noise.

and natsuki wouldn’t have it any other day. you’re all his for tonight— little mafuyu is probably out somehwere else— and he’s got all the time in the world to finally reach second base with you. he moves a little closer, taking care to be gentle. he knows that you’re still just a little shaken up by before— he’d say that he feels the same, but it honestly didn’t affect him that much. it was just one time— mafuyu will forget about it, right?

“what’re you watching?” a voice causes natsuki to pause his movements— and elicits a slight yelp to leave you. your boyfriend just kisses your cheek softly, a sigh escaping his lips as he turns to face, you guessed it, young mafuyu.

“the first scream movie.” natsuki answers, hand caressing your thigh gently. you just give the younger brother a small smile, your heart beating a million times per second. this is so embarrassing— the second time you’ve been interrupted! maybe it’s just not meant to happen.

“nice.” he hums, sitting down on the couch beside his brother.

and with that, the three of you spend the rest of your night watching movies. while it wasn’t really how you had expected for things to go— you can’t complain. mafuyu’s a good kid.

the next time, natsuki is determined. he’s got locks and chains on hand, ready to keep the door shut so no younger brothers can just waltz in and cockblock him.

natsuki’s got you under him, just like he’s been practically dreaming of. his hand gently cups your cheek, gaze meeting with yours. perfect. this is all so perfect. maybe the chains are a little out of place, though.

but he pays no mind to them when he leans down, kissing your lips sweetly. his hand trails down to the neckline of your shirt, gently tugging it down a little. with how close the both of you are, he’s sure you can feel the way he stiffens in his pants.

he pulls away after a moment to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your jaw.. until he’s eventually trailing kisses down to your chest. his hand slips under the fabric, fingers moving up and ready to unclasp your bra. this is exactly how he’s wanted it to be— even if he feels like he’s being a little bit more demanding. he can’t help it! natsuki has been trying to have this moment for so long now!

that’s why he thinks he’s about to pop a vein when his phone rings. with a quiet sigh, he reaches out to grab the offending object. mafuyu— of course. he gives you an apologetic look, moving to lay beside you as he answers the call. what type of brother would he be if he were to decline it? even with the absolute need he feels for you, he can’t just ignore his younger brother.

“yes?” natsuki hums, lifting a free hand to lightly tousle your hair.

after a week of these stupid incidents happening, natsuki thinks that he’s going to go insane. his cock is terribly hard, and he’s just slightly on edge. he wants nothing more than to just have his way with you, finally, after all this time.

so, it’s safe to say that the man is more than delighted when he can finally catch you alone. mafuyu is with some girl— hopefully she’s enough to entertain him for an hour. or two. or three— just how much time is natsuki going to take with this? he doesn’t know, but he’s already looking forward to it.

“(name),” his voice is as nice as ever when he calls out for you. he walks over to your form— you’re sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through your phone. “sweetheart.” natsuki hums, getting into bed beside you. his hand trails down your arm, eventually reaching your free hand where he intertwines your fingers. he almost feels bad for being so direct.

but honestly; he really can’t hold himself back anymore now that he’s finally got his chance ! goodbye, self-restraint— and hello, feral bf! seba.

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[yvesssssssss]

omg plz plz plz could you write baker natsuki with his gf who’s helping him bc they both quit the JCC to have a quiet life and they are acting like parents with mafuyu !! and natsukis gf is really kind and sweet and she’s an extrovert but kind of an airhead

Sweet Escapes

(Baker!Natsuki Seba x Reader + Mafuyu Seba)

I hope you like it!!(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Natsuki Seba never thought he'd trade the sound of gunfire for the quiet hum of a bakery oven, but here he was—flour dusted on his apron, meticulously piping whipped cream onto a shortcake, and glaring at a batch of croissants that weren't perfect enough.

And here you were—twirling around in your own flour-covered apron, holding a tray of cookies like it was a priceless treasure, and chattering away about absolutely nothing.

“I think the pigeons outside are planning something,” you mused, carefully placing the cookies in the display case. “Every time I leave crumbs, they just stare at me instead of eating. Do you think they have, like, a pigeon mafia?”

Natsuki let out a slow breath, glancing at you from where he was delicately arranging strawberries on a tart. “They’re just pigeons.”

“But what if they’re not?” You gasped, eyes wide. “What if they’re secretly assassins from the JCC sent to make sure we don’t talk?”

Mafuyu, who had been sitting on a stool in the corner peeling an orange, made a disgusted noise. “Why do I have to listen to this nonsense while I’m trying to eat?”

“Because,” you said, spinning on your heel and poking his cheek, “you love us.”

Mafuyu scowled and swatted your hand away, but you caught the tiny, reluctant smile he tried to hide behind his orange slices.

The three of you had somehow settled into this odd little dynamic ever since you and Natsuki quit the JCC. You were supposed to have a quiet life—Natsuki was supposed to bake, you were supposed to handle customers (because he was hopeless at it), and Mafuyu was supposed to go back to being a normal kid.

Instead, it felt like you and Natsuki had adopted a particularly grumpy teenage son.

MORNING CHAOS

“Oi.” Mafuyu leaned against the counter, watching Natsuki aggressively knead dough. “You stayed up all night again, didn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“You definitely stayed up all night.”

You peeked over Natsuki’s shoulder, gasping. “Oh no, did you do the thing where you obsess over getting the dough exactly right again?”

“I had to,” Natsuki muttered. “The consistency was off.”

“It tasted fine,” you pointed out.

“It could be better.”

Mafuyu sighed. “And then you wonder why you pass out mid-sentence.”

You patted Natsuki’s head, flour sticking to his hair. “You should take a nap after this batch.”

“I don’t need—”

“Mafuyu, back me up.”

Mafuyu raised an eyebrow. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll make you an extra batch of those chocolate scones you like!” you chirped.

Mafuyu shrugged. “Yeah, Natsuki, go take a nap.”

Natsuki shot him a glare, but you and Mafuyu simply stared at him expectantly. He groaned, finally giving in.

“Fine. After this batch.”

Mafuyu smirked. “Whatever you say, Dad.”

Natsuki nearly dropped the dough.

You clapped your hands. “Ooh! Does that make me the mom?”

Mafuyu looked between you and Natsuki, then snorted. “Yeah, sure. I mean, one of you actually acts like a responsible adult.”

“That’s definitely me,” you declared proudly.

Mafuyu and Natsuki both stared at you.

You blinked. “Wait. Is it not?”

CUSTOMER SERVICE DISASTER

Natsuki wasn’t bad at talking to people. He just... didn’t like it.

Which is why you handled all customer interactions. You were a natural—always smiling, always chatting, and somehow making regulars feel like they’d walked into a warm hug.

Except for today.

Because today, someone was blatantly flirting with you.

Natsuki stood behind the counter, gripping a piping bag way too tightly, watching as some guy leaned against the glass display case, smirking.

“You must be the sweetest thing in this bakery,” the guy said.

“Oh!” You beamed. “That’s so nice! But actually, the strawberry shortcake is the sweetest. Natsuki perfected the recipe after five all-nighters—he’s super dedicated!”

Natsuki fought the urge to groan. You weren’t even aware that you were being hit on.

The guy chuckled. “I was actually talking about you.”

“Ohhh.” You blinked, tilting your head. “That’s nice! Do you want a sample?”

Mafuyu, standing beside Natsuki, let out a wheeze. “She’s so oblivious it’s painful.”

Natsuki exhaled sharply, finally stepping forward. “We’re closed.”

The guy frowned. “Uh, the sign says open.”

Natsuki grabbed the sign, flipped it, and deadpanned, “Closed.”

The guy muttered something under his breath before finally walking out.

Mafuyu smirked. “You gonna admit you were jealous, or—”

“I’ll make your scones burnt next time.”

Mafuyu held his hands up in surrender.

You, meanwhile, just patted Natsuki’s arm. “That was kind of rude, Natsu.”

He sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “I know.”

“You should at least let him try a sample before kicking him out.”

Mafuyu doubled over laughing.

Natsuki wondered if retiring from the JCC was actually the hardest mission of his life.

FAMILY DINNER (SORT OF)

At the end of the day, the three of you sat at the small table in the back of the bakery, eating dinner together.

You had made the food (because Natsuki refused to cook anything that wasn’t dessert), and Mafuyu was leaning back in his chair, complaining about his school assignments.

Somehow, despite the flour fights, the exhaustion, and the occasional near-fights with weird customers, this was... nice.

“You guys are weird,” Mafuyu muttered, poking at his food.

You grinned. “You love us.”

Mafuyu rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

Natsuki watched as you excitedly launched into a new theory about the ‘pigeon mafia,’ and despite himself, he smiled.

Maybe this quiet life wasn’t so bad after all.

[nanaosaki3940]

Sakamoto Days Fanfic

Just published my first Sakamoto Days fanfic called - Love In The Line Of Fire [Sakamoto Days] 🥰🥰🥰

Please check out the story on Quotev and Wattpad 🥺🥺🥺 -

[yvesssssssss]

i just found your fics and I love them they're sooo cute!! if i may make a request, do you think you can write some sakadays x readers au of them with regulat jobs? like the jobs Suzuki suggested in the fan book (actor nagumo, writer uzuki, pro wrestler gaku, etc.)? i haven't seen anyone write about it so far lol.

thank you for all your beautiful writing!! keep up the great work :)

Thank you so much!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)I love this idea! Nagumo being a smug actor, Uzuki getting way too serious about his writing, and Gaku causing absolute mayhem in the ring just fits too well.

Natsuki as a baker is so good—imagine him running a bakery with Mafuyu, constantly bickering

Shin as a veterinarian? Perfect. He’d be so good with animals, but also constantly stressed when they don’t listen to him.

And Shishiba? Yeah, he’d 100% have that exhausted Nanami from JJK energy, just done with everyone’s nonsense but still scarily competent.

Hope you like this one ! !(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Nagumo Yoichi (Actor) x You (Makeup Artist)

"Hold still, Nagumo." You press a brush against his face, trying to even out his foundation, but he keeps making exaggerated expressions in the mirror.

"But how else will the world appreciate my range?" he teases, smirking.

You sigh, stepping back to cross your arms. "If you keep moving, you're going to look ridiculous in HD."

Nagumo grins, tilting his head at you. "Even if I look ridiculous, you'll still think I'm handsome, right?"

You shove a powder puff against his cheek. "That's it. Extra setting powder for you."

He laughs, clearly enjoying your attention, but when you step back to admire your work, you catch a rare moment of stillness in him. His golden eyes soften. "You’re good at this," he murmurs. "Makes me want to mess up just so you’ll touch me again."

You roll your eyes, but your heart flutters.

Uzuki Kei (Writer) x You (Editor/Proofreader)

"Uzuki, you can't just kill off half the cast in chapter two."

Uzuki looks at you, completely unfazed. "Why not?"

"Because it’s a romance novel," you stress, pushing the manuscript back toward him. "The readers want emotional development, not mass casualties."

Uzuki leans back, rubbing his temples. "I suppose I could let them survive until chapter five..."

You groan, but he suddenly chuckles, amused by your frustration. "Fine," he says. "I’ll rewrite it." He picks up his pen but then pauses. "You always take this so seriously. You must really care about my work."

You huff, but you can’t deny it. "Of course I do. Someone has to keep you from writing a bloodbath."

A small, rare smile tugs at his lips. "Then I’ll make sure my next story is one you’ll love."

Your breath catches. You wonder if he realizes what he just implied.

Gaku (Pro Wrestler) x You (Physical Therapist)

Gaku groans as you press your hands against his sore shoulder, his muscles tensing under your touch. "Tch. I can take a punch, but this? This is torture."

"You literally threw a guy out of the ring yesterday," you deadpan, pressing a bit harder.

"Yeah, but that was fun," he grumbles.

You shake your head, amused. "If you don't take care of your body, you won’t last in the ring."

Gaku peeks at you from under messy strands of hair. "You worried about me?"

You scoff. "I’m worried about my job security. If you get injured, I’m out of work."

He grins, sharp and teasing. "So you do care."

You don’t answer, focusing on kneading out the knots in his muscles, but his smirk stays.

Natsuki Seba (Baker) x You (Frequent Customer)

The smell of fresh pastries fills the air as you step into the small bakery. Behind the counter, Natsuki glances up, brushing flour off his apron. "You again? That’s the third time this week."

You shrug. "Maybe I just like the food."

He narrows his eyes, skeptical. "Or maybe you just like the baker."

Your face warms as you grab a croissant to avoid his gaze. "Don't flatter yourself."

But when you reach for your wallet, he waves you off. "On the house," he says, sliding a neatly wrapped treat toward you.

"You’re playing favorites," you point out.

"Maybe," he admits. "But I don’t do this for just anyone."

Your heart skips a beat. Maybe this bakery visit will turn into a daily habit after all.

Shin Asakura (Veterinarian) x You (Pet Owner)

"Okay, okay, calm down—!" Shin struggles to hold your squirming cat as it lets out an angry hiss. He winces when it swipes at him, barely dodging the claws. "Man, your cat really hates me."

You sigh, watching your pet thrash. "He doesn’t hate you. He just hates shots."

Shin frowns, rubbing the new scratch on his arm. "Doesn’t make me feel any better."

You reach over, gently stroking your cat’s head. The animal immediately relaxes, and Shin stares in disbelief. "Seriously? That’s all it takes?"

You grin. "Guess I have the magic touch."

Shin huffs, shaking his head. "Wish I had that kind of luck with you."

You blink. "Huh?"

His face flushes, and he suddenly turns away, pretending to focus on preparing the vaccine. "Nothing! Just—hold your cat still this time!"

You try to hide your smile as you gently restrain your pet. Maybe you'll have to bring your cat in for checkups more often.

Shishiba (9-to-5 Salaryman) x You (Café Worker)

The bell above the café door chimes as Shishiba walks in, looking like he just escaped from a business meeting. His tie is slightly loosened, and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he orders his usual.

"Long day?" you ask, sliding him his coffee.

He exhales. "You have no idea. Office politics are worse than actual fights."

You chuckle, watching as he stirs his drink lazily. "And yet you come here every day. You must really like our coffee."

Shishiba takes a sip, then looks at you over the rim of his cup. "It’s not just the coffee."

Your breath catches slightly, but before you can react, he leans back with a smirk. "Also, the coffee’s only decent at best."

You narrow your eyes. "You just lost your regular discount."

Shishiba chuckles, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Worth it."

Hyo (Gym Trainer) x You (New Gym Member)

"Alright, show me what you got," Hyo says, arms crossed as he watches you struggle to lift the barbell.

You grit your teeth. "I… got nothing."

Hyo snorts, kneeling beside you. "Yeah, no kidding. You’ve got the strength of a wet noodle."

You groan, letting the bar rest. "Why am I paying you to insult me?"

He grins, tapping your shoulder. "Because I get results. Now, try again—this time, engage your core."

You sigh but follow his instructions. Hyo watches closely, his usual teasing demeanor softening. "There you go. See? Not bad."

You blink at him. "You… actually sound proud."

Hyo shrugs, smirking. "Well, I am the best trainer here." Then he leans in slightly, his voice dropping. "And you’re my favorite client."

Your face warms. "I’m your only client right now."

He laughs. "Still counts."

[nanaosaki3940]

Happy Birthday, Nacchan!!! 😍🤩🥰🥳💕

Feels Like A Family [Sakamoto Days]

I'm currently working on my next chapter and decided to share a small snippet of it... Please let me know if you liked it or not... 

Fanfic Name: Love In The Line Of Fire [Sakamoto Days]

Pairing: Yoichi Nagumo X OC

Nana's POV

I walked down the bustling street, my hand securely holding the small, warm hand of Hana, my cheerful five-year-old niece. The summer sun bathed us in a gentle, golden glow, casting long shadows as we made our way toward a popular dessert shop known for its delectable treats. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional bark from dogs being walked by their owners.

“So, Hana-chan, what kind of dessert are you in the mood for today? Ice cream? Cake?” I asked, glancing down at Hana with a warm smile.

Her wide, innocent eyes sparkled with excitement as she pondered the delicious options.

“Ice cream! I want strawberry with sprinkles!” Hana replied cheerfully, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Her excitement was infectious, and I found myself grinning in response.

"Of course. We'll get the biggest ice creams they have…" I promised, imagining the joy on her face when she would see the towering scoops of her favorite flavor.

As we continued our walk, Hana suddenly pointed excitedly at something ahead.

“Aunt Na-chan! Look at that big dog!” she exclaimed, her voice high with delight, her tiny finger was directed at a fluffy, golden retriever that was trotting happily beside its owner.

“Yes, Hana-chan, it’s a very big dog. Maybe we can say hi to it on our way back…” I suggested while chuckling at her excitement, picturing the scene of Hana petting the friendly dog and her face lighting up with pure joy.

The sidewalks were crowded with people enjoying the pleasant weather. Vendors lined the street, selling everything from fresh flowers to colorful trinkets. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from a nearby bakery, mingling with the aroma of street food being cooked at various stalls.

As we approached the dessert shop, the bustling crowd momentarily parted, revealing a familiar face striding towards us. It was Nagumo, easily recognizable in his signature brown trench coat, a printed shirt peeking out from beneath, and black pants. His long rectangular-shaped suitcase, undoubtedly filled with his assortment of weapons, was slung over his shoulder with a casual air.

“Yo-chan?” I called out, my voice tinged with surprise as I spotted him.

“Hey, Nana-chan! Fancy meeting you here!” Nagumo greeted, his trademark grin spreading across his face, radiating his usual infectious energy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyebrows raised in curiosity as we closed the distance between us.

“I was actually heading to your place to meet up with Sakamoto-kun. But since I ran into you, I’ll stick around and we can go back together…” Nagumo replied in an energetic tone, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Did you come here to talk about the Death Row Inmate assassins?” I questioned further, a hint of concern in my voice.

“Yeah…” Nagumo responded, nodding his head solemnly, though the gleam in his eyes remained.

Just then, Hana tugged gently on my hand, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Who is this, Aunt Na-chan?” she asked, her innocent voice breaking the moment.

“This is Yoichi Nagumo. He’s a friend of mine and your dad’s…” I explained with a smile, introducing her to Nagumo.

“And who might this lovely young lady be?” Nagumo asked, his grin widening as he crouched down to Hana’s level, making sure to look her in the eye.

“I’m Hana! I’m my Daddy’s daughter!” Hana giggled, introducing herself with a bright smile that could light up the room.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hana-chan!” Nagumo responded, extending a hand dramatically, his grin widening even further.

“Nice to meet you too, Uncle Yo-chan!” Hana grinned back and shook his hand, her small fingers wrapping around his with an endearing enthusiasm.

Immediately, Hana's cheerful demeanor meshed seamlessly with Nagumo's playful nature, and seeing that brought a smile to my face. Nagumo had always had a special talent for connecting with kids. His blend of cheerfulness, playful energy, and undeniable charm made him irresistible to children. They found him fun yet safe and harmless, a figure who could effortlessly bring joy to their day. Women, on the other hand, were naturally drawn to his magnetic personality, while men admired his effortless confidence and charm, often wishing they could emulate his captivating presence.

I understood that feeling all too well. My first encounter with Nagumo occurred when Taro first got into JCC. Back then I was only 8 years old while Taro and Nagumo were 14 years old; they were just 6 years older than me. At that time, Taro was just beginning his training to become a professional assassin, and through this journey, he formed a fast friendship with Nagumo. Through Taro, I came to know Nagumo, who quickly became a significant presence in my life. He was everything one could admire: charming, charismatic, funny, witty, incredibly handsome, and endearingly cute. His boundless optimism and ever-present smile created a magnetic aura that drew people in effortlessly.

Nagumo's friendly and approachable demeanor made him popular among his peers and endeared him to those younger than him. His quick wit and humor kept everyone entertained, and his genuine kindness won the hearts of many. It was no wonder that children adored him and women found him irresistible. His ability to make anyone laugh with a quick-witted comment or lighten the mood with his infectious smile had always captivated me. It was easy to see why people were naturally drawn to him.

As a child, I had admired him from a distance, and as I grew older, those feelings blossomed into a quiet, persistent longing. I had been infatuated with him, and over the years, that infatuation matured into a deeper, more profound love. Even now, standing next to him as he effortlessly bonded with Hana, I felt that familiar flutter in my heart. Despite the years that had passed, my feelings for Nagumo remained as strong as ever, a constant, unspoken presence in my life.

His charming presence reminded me of countless moments from our shared past. His ability to make anyone laugh with a quick-witted comment or lighten the mood with his infectious smile had always captivated me. Watching him now, I was transported back to those days when I first realized just how special he was. He was more than just a friend of Taro’s; he had become an indelible part of my life story, someone who had always been there, quietly shaping my dreams and hopes.

And now, here he was, effortlessly winning over Hana, just as he had won over everyone else in his life. It was a poignant reminder of why I had fallen for him in the first place, and why those feelings had never truly faded. His presence was a testament to the enduring nature of my love for him, a love that had stood the test of time and continued to thrive in the quiet corners of my heart.

Nagumo and Hana continued to chat animatedly as we made our way to the ice cream parlor, their laughter filling the air. Once inside, the shop owner greeted us with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with delight at the sight of us.

“Oh, what a cute family you are! You make such a lovely couple with your adorable daughter!” the shopkeeper remarked, looking between the three of us with a beam of approval.

My face turned crimson upon hearing the comment. I felt a rush of heat spread across my cheeks and quickly opened my mouth to correct her.

“O-Oh, we're not actually—” I began, my voice wavering slightly from the unexpected embarrassment.

But before I could finish, Nagumo, ever the opportunist, cut me off with a mischievous grin.

“Thank you! Yes, I'm quite lucky to have such a young wife and cute daughter!” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders with an easy familiarity before winking at me.

“Yeah! We're a happy family!” Hana giggled, catching on to the playful ruse as her eyes sparkled with delight at the game Nagumo was playing. “Daddy, can I have extra sprinkles on my ice cream?”

“Yes, anything for our dear Hana-chan! My sweet daughter!” Nagumo responded, his voice full of mock seriousness.

He tickled and hugged Hana gently, making her giggle louder, her laughter bouncing off the walls of the dessert shop. I stood there, flustered and at a loss for words. My mouth opened and closed a few times as I tried to find the right thing to say, but all I managed was a small, awkward smile. The shop owner's eyes were full of warmth and affection, completely convinced by Nagumo's and Hana's playful act.

As we ordered our desserts, I couldn't help but notice how natural Nagumo seemed in this role. He exuded a warmth and charm that made it easy for others to believe in the illusion he had created. His dark hair and eyes matched Hana's so well that it was no wonder the shop owner had mistaken them for father and daughter. With my presence completing the picture, it was easy to see why she had assumed we were a family.

“Here you go, a big strawberry ice cream with extra sprinkles for the little princess…” the shopkeeper said, handing Hana her treat with a fond smile.

“Thank you!” Hana exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement as she took her ice cream.

Nagumo and I both received our own desserts and coffee and he, in his usual generous manner, took care of the bill before we made our way to a cozy spot at a small table. Throughout the entire interaction, I could feel the amused glances of the other customers, and it only added to my flustered state. Sitting down, I couldn't help but glance at Nagumo, who seemed entirely unbothered by the whole situation.

“Enjoy your treat, everyone!” the shop owner called out as she returned to her work.

Hana, her face lighting up with delight, dove into her strawberry ice cream adorned with colorful sprinkles.

“This is so yummy!” Hana exclaimed between giggles, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

“I'm glad you like it, Hana-chan!” Nagumo replied warmly, casting a fond glance at her before turning his playful gaze toward me. “Nana-chan, you were positively adorable back there, all flustered and blushing.”

“Yo-chan, you really shouldn't have played along like that. It was embarrassing!” I chided, a slight frown betraying my lingering embarrassment as my cheeks retained their rosy hue.

“Oh, come on, Nana-chan. It was harmless fun!” Nagumo chuckled, tousling Hana's hair affectionately as she giggled along with us. “You should have seen your own expression! And besides, Hana-chan seemed to get a kick out of it.”

“Yeah, Aunt Na-chan! It was so funny!” Hana chimed in, her laughter bubbling with infectious joy.

“But you have to admit, we made quite a convincing family…” Nagumo teased with a mischievous smirk.

“Still, you didn't have to... to...” I huffed, crossing my arms and searching for the right words.

“To what? To acknowledge how lucky I am to have such a beautiful young wife and an adorable daughter?” Nagumo interjected playfully, his grin widening. 

“Stop teasing me, baka!” I scowled, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

“You two are funny! Just like a real mommy and daddy!” Hana added with a wide grin, clearly amused by our banter.

Despite my initial embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile at Hana's innocent comment. The warmth between us was palpable in that quaint confectionary shop. As Nagumo and Hana continued their playful interaction, a sense of contentment settled over me. For that brief and sweet afternoon, sitting together like this, we truly felt like a family.

As I leisurely sipped my coffee, I observed Nagumo and Hana engrossed in lively conversation, their laughter and chatter creating a warm ambiance around our table. Nagumo, with his characteristic charm and animated gestures, was deep in conversation with Hana. He asked her about school life, her friends, and her hobbies, and in return, regaled her with amusing anecdotes about her father Taro Sakamoto during their days at JCC. Hana, wide-eyed and fully attentive, hung on every word, finding immense amusement in learning about her father's youthful antics.

Notorious for the intricate tattoos adorning his whole body, Nagumo even showcased a few to Hana which were on his arms and neck, sharing stories behind some of the designs. His playful side emerged as he performed magic tricks with his dice, deftly making them disappear into thin air, leaving Hana marveling with wonder.

Nagumo possessed a natural affinity for interacting with children, a skill that seemed effortless for him. Not everyone could engage with youngsters as effortlessly as he did. Beyond his knack for connecting with kids, Nagumo genuinely enjoyed their company. Whether it was indulging in sweets together, sharing stories, or simply engaging in playful banter, he thrived in their presence. It made me reflect on what kind of father he might one day become. I couldn't help but imagine him as the epitome of a cool, fun-loving dad—someone his children would undoubtedly adore. His inherent warmth and ability to create joyful moments would undoubtedly make him a cherished figure in his children's lives. It was a thought that filled me with a sense of certainty and warmth.

Contemplating Nagumo's future, I couldn't shake the question of whether he would ever find it within himself to settle down and create a family of his own. His career as a professional assassin, aligned with both JAA and the Order, presented formidable obstacles to such aspirations. I reflected on my cousin Taro's experience—he had made the difficult decision to exit the assassin world in order to build a family with Aoi. Their journey underscored the sacrifices and challenges inherent in balancing a life of danger with the desire for domesticity.

In contrast, my parents had boldly chosen to defy the odds, navigating the perilous waters of their profession while choosing to marry and eventually bring me into the world. Their decision to start a family despite the risks spoke volumes about their love and commitment. I had always felt their affection deeply, and their words of gratitude for having me in their lives were a testament to their unwavering devotion. I cherished the bond we shared and considered myself fortunate to call them my parents.

Turning my thoughts back to Nagumo, I couldn't help but ponder his stance on relationships and marriage. He was a different case altogether. From what I knew of him, he had never ventured into a serious romantic entanglement despite his charm and affable nature. While he had casually dated during his tenure at JCC, those interactions had never progressed beyond the superficial, likely due to the inherent risks of his profession. His profession as an assassin imposed significant barriers to forming lasting attachments, and I wondered if he harbored any desires for a more settled life.

The thought gnawed at me—did he envision a future that involved settling down and sharing his life with someone?

Presently, Nagumo remained single and unattached, with no apparent romantic interests or crushes on the horizon. If there was someone he fancied, I believed I would have been aware of it by now. And yet, despite the passing years, my own feelings for him had not waned. I still harbored a deep affection, nurtured from the innocence of childhood. Now, as a young woman, I found myself contemplating whether it was time to disclose my feelings to him.

I had grown since those innocent beginnings of admiration when I harbored a childish crush. My experiences had shaped me into a mature individual, and I knew Nagumo must see me differently now—a woman rather than the girl he had once known. If he didn't, then it was up to me to make him see me in a new light. I resolved to take the initiative in altering his perception. The thought emboldened me, stirring a resolve to confront my feelings and perhaps take a chance on love with Nagumo, despite the uncertainties that lay ahead.

The question lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper, echoing through the depths of my thoughts. If I were to muster the courage and convey my feelings to Nagumo, would he reciprocate? Could I dare to hope that he might accept me as more than a friend—a potential girlfriend, even?

It wasn't merely a matter of summoning bravery; it was about navigating the uncertainties that accompanied such a confession. Nagumo, entrenched in a perilous profession as an assassin, had forged a life defined by danger and unpredictability. His world was a stark contrast to the stability and security that traditional relationships often required. Would he be willing to venture into uncharted emotional territory, to explore the possibility of intimacy and commitment with me?

My heart fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I had known Nagumo for years, watching him navigate life with his characteristic charm and wit. Yet, beneath his affable demeanor lay a complexity that intrigued and, at times, perplexed me. Would he view my confession as an unexpected revelation, or had he perhaps sensed the undercurrent of affection that had lingered between us?

I replayed our interactions in my mind, searching for signs—subtle hints that might indicate his feelings toward me. Had there been moments when his gaze lingered a fraction longer, or his smile held a deeper warmth? Or had I been projecting my own desires onto our friendship, seeing what I wished to see rather than what was truly there?

These questions swirled within me, intertwining with memories of shared laughter, meaningful conversations, and the undeniable bond we had forged over the years. If I were to take the leap and confess my love, would it risk our friendship, or could it potentially blossom into something more profound—a partnership built on trust, mutual respect, and a shared journey through life's uncertainties?

The thought both excited and terrified me. Yet, as I contemplated the possibility of revealing my feelings to Nagumo, I knew that uncertainty was an inevitable part of love. Perhaps, in embracing vulnerability and expressing my truth, I would discover that our connection ran deeper than I had ever imagined—a bond resilient enough to weather the challenges that lay ahead.

"Nana-chan, my dear wife?" Nagumo's teasing voice interrupted my reverie, his smirk pulling me back from my thoughts. "Looks like you're lost in deep contemplation. What's brewing in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothing much…" I sighed softly, a smile tugging at my lips as I took another sip of coffee before glancing affectionately at Hana, who was immersed in her delight over the ice cream. "I was just thinking how much Hana-chan is enjoying herself here."

Noticing a smear of ice cream lingering at the corner of Hana's lips, I reached out instinctively, gently wiping it away with my finger before casually licking it off. Nagumo's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected gesture. In response, he theatrically smeared a bit of cream from his pastry near his lips, turning towards me expectantly.

"Honey, could you do me a favor and wipe this off?" Nagumo's request was playful, his pout exaggerated, eliciting an eye roll and a playful scoff from me.

"Handle it yourself, hubby…" I retorted playfully, tossing a few napkins in his direction.

"Aww, Hana-chan, see how mean Mommy is?" Nagumo exaggerated further, continuing the playful charade.

"Yeah! Mommy, stop being mean to Daddy!" Hana chimed in, giggling mischievously as she joined the game.

"Okay, you two, enough!" I laughed, pretending to scold them both, before reaching out to playfully pinch their cheeks simultaneously.

Our laughter filled the air around us, creating a warm, lively atmosphere in the cozy confectionery shop. As we bantered and teased each other, I couldn't help but revel in the joy of the moment. Despite the teasing and the playful dynamics, there was an underlying warmth and closeness between us. It felt almost like a glimpse into what a real family might feel like—filled with love, laughter, and genuine affection.

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over our little tableau. Hana's laughter echoed in the background, blending with Nagumo's teasing banter. In that moment, surrounded by sweetness and laughter, I couldn't deny the fondness that had grown for Nagumo over the years. He had become more than a childhood friend; he was someone who understood me deeply, someone who brought lightness and joy into my life.

As we enjoyed our treats and shared moments of lightheartedness, I couldn't shake the lingering thought—the possibility of what could be if I dared to express the feelings that had been quietly simmering within me. It was a daunting prospect, yet one that held the promise of something beautiful and profound.

But for now, I was content to bask in the warmth of our playful camaraderie, savoring the simple pleasures of being together in that cozy corner of the world, where laughter flowed freely and love lingered in the air.

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