#toji fusjihuro

[tojisun]

no thoughts just bodyguard!toji

thats so hottt omgg!! sorry it took too long, but here’s a 1.3k words drabble of bodyguard toji in a yakuza au because the brainrot goes hardd

also, this certainly ended up very differently than what i started with but i hope you’ll like it <333

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A smirk slides on your lips, curling your indifferent mask into something so conniving. Something so manipulative, it had Naoya’s hackles rising.

But just as quick as the surprise came, it sizzled back into a blank slate. You cannot help but commend him for how quick he was able to school his expression as he forced his tensed shoulders to sag, feigning callousness and detachment. Your eyes slide to his clenched fists where his nails dig into his silk hakama — silent in his anger, controlling the output. Really, he deserves the praise. But you hold your tongue, eyes narrowing in interest.

You wait, unwilling to be the one to break the stand-off. You have never liked the silence, having always needed any white noise to filter your thoughts to deprive them from spiralling. But in this choking room with Naoya? You can wait in silence for eons long.

You have never met the heir of the Zenin clan, but rumours speak louder and they go around faster. From the south, whispered by the plush lips of the Inumakis, they spoke of Zenin Naoya’s impatience; how his sharp mind is overshadowed by his tenuous humility. From the east, rumbled from the archaic drawl of the Kamos was the brat’s brashness; how, while some of his actions are backed by his successes, he has more faults. Why, from the north, exclaimed by the supreme Gojos themselves are Naoya’s countless defeats; how, despite the admiration that he is showered with by the Zenins, he could never come close to the Gojo Satoru. 

And now, it seems, he’s finally found his way to you. Uninvited. Unprompted. Unwanted.

So you wait, unwilling to bow down before the brat.

Naoya breaks.

“Why’s he here?!” He asks, voice rising into a wavering hiss, almost like he is overwhelmed by his anger. Befitting his reputation, the brat stands and points a finger to the man hovering behind you.

You do not even need to look to know who Naoya is talking about. After all, you made sure that he would be present during your meetup with the Zenin heir. 

You hum, leaning forward to pluck your yunomi from the table. The tea has long gone cold, but you raise a dismissing hand toward the maid who stepped forward to replace your cup for a warmer one, after all, you are only drinking to consume time. She bowed before sliding back into the shadows, her green kimono meshing well with the fusuma. 

Naoya is shaking in his anger as he watches you take a leisure sip, a quiet hum purring from your throat in exaggerated delight. You place your cup back down, still smiling even as sharp brown eyes track your movements.

Then, as if taking your free mouth as a signal to go on, Naoya asks once again. “What’s Toji-kun doing here, with you?”

“Well now, that’s just rude,” you tut. “I’m an amazing company. Just ask him.” You smile, this one downright mean, as you tip your head towards Toji. 

Naoya starts, fury melting into nervousness and anticipation and respect, mixing together seamlessly and leaving the Zenin heir to look too young and too naive. You bark out a laugh, shaking your head incredulously.

“Are you serious?” 

Naoya blinks at the sudden rage in your voice. You have only been patronizing, if not outright malicious, as though he was not worth your wrath. But this tone, this one that had Toji straightening behind you, made Naoya nervous. 

It made him feel weak.

“You kicked out Toji from your clan because you felt threatened by him–”

“I didn’t–”

“Don’t interrupt me, boy,” you spat out, levelling Naoya with a hard glare, your eyes glinting under the pale lights. 

Naoya sews his lips shut, teeth gritting and jaw locking. The familiar coiling of shame bursts in his stomach, licking up along his veins until he is flushed.

“You’re too spoiled, is what you are. Satoru already warned you about your loose tongue, and yet here you are, forgetting your place again.” You sigh, shaking your head. 

“You had Toji removed from the clan when you noticed that he was gaining independence, in fear that he could very well overthrow your ‘right.’ I just so happen to pick up the pieces.”

Almost instantly, a yunomi shatters as Naoya slams his hands on the table, mop of dyed hair creating shadows over his bright eyes. “Bullshit! What makes you think that I’ll believe you, huh? For all I know, you made this happen! Maybe you were the one who’s been funding his–”

A resonating slap echoes in the room, cutting off Naoya’s tangent. His trembling hand comes up to feel his swollen cheek, eyes wide in shock as he looks at you with a swarm of emotions bypassing the rings of his irises. You pull your hand back to your being, ignoring the faint stinging of your palm.

“How dare you,” Naoya seethes. His men draw closer, pulling out their guns and pointing them at you. You watch, calm even with the heightened tension, before raising a hand and dismissing the cocked out guns of your own men. There was a moment of silent protests, but ultimately, they holster them back. 

“Naoya,” you begin, sitting back down. “What makes you think I owe you any more explanation?”

He sputters. 

“Toji-kun’s one of us! What else do you need?!”

“This conversation’s going nowhere.” You chuckle, shaking your head in fake amusement. “I’ve already told you that I picked him up when he was disowned, so tell me, is he still really a Zenin?”

Naoya grows silent, not willing to say the answer that is already out in the open. Nevertheless, you no longer have any interest in hearing more from him. You rise from your seat, intent on leaving and walking away.

But things happened too fast, too messily.

Upon seeing your back turned to him, the Zenin brat lunges at you. There is an onslaught of shouts before warning shots are fired as bodies rush to pull you away from Naoya’s claws. You struggled, heady from being pinned to the tatami floors, before turning and seeing a body slam into Naoya, sending him onto the space beside you.

You are pulled from the chaos, the flurry of serving maids and lower-ranked guards forming a circle around you as the others push the fusuma apart to create an exit. 

Blinking bleary eyes, you turn to see Toji pinning the smaller body of Naoya on the tatami, rough palm pushing at the boy’s nape and the other trapping the boy’s thin arms in a grip. Naoya’s legs continue to flounder, but Toji continues to press him down, silently forcing the boy to heel. You turn to Naoya’s men only to see them subdued and tied down by yours, and pride blooms in you.

Finally, Naoya stops wiggling, ending up as a heaving mess whose sharp eyes find yours. They shoot you a glare, and you level him with an unimpressed look.

“A brat’s still a brat, huh, Nao-kun?” Toji asks, voice gruff. You turn to him and Naoya’s attention zips back to Toji. “Your old man knows you goin’ around bein’ a scumbag to clan heads?”

Naoya stills. Toji clicks his tongue.

“Thought so.” Then, he bends down, lips hovering over Naoya’s pierced ears. “Leave before you create more conflict. Need I remind you that an heir has no place here. Not with my lady, and especially not with me here to protect her.” Toji looks at you as he says this, scarred lips pressed together, eyes shining as they convey the depths of his words.

Your lungs burn at seeing his reverence.

. . . . . . . .

(Naoya’s little temper tantrum spreads and, two days later, with the backing of multiple anonymous powers, the old Zenin family crumbles.

From the ashes, Maki Zenin rises.)

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yunomi - teacup with no handles

fusuma - sliding panels that are used as walls/doors

tatami floors - mat floors traditionally made of rice straw

[tojisun]

for the most recent part of hwb can we get something from megumi’s pov on seeing reader’s new family? maybe he feels lonely seeing reader’s kids together & thinks back on when him & his brother used to be close.

i’m really in love with this series like all the different routes & endings are just😭💔💔

AAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING!! i hope you enjoy this one!

⇾ hwb with pregnant reader

⇾ reader and toji’s son’s introduction

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when he came home from yuuji’s house, megumi expected the usual: his parents cuddling while watching some sitcom his mom’s into with aiko doing homework in his room, avoiding them again.

ever since aiko’s grown older, he started distancing himself from them. not like megumi doesn’t understand. he knows how awkward (or more, if he’s being honest) it is to sit in front of the people who’s caused you, his mom, so much grief.

it never really crossed megumi’s mind then. he was just excited to have his mom back after being abandoned. he just wanted things to go back to how they used to. but how could they when aiko’s there? when megumi has a brother, but not from his mother?

truthfully, it took a lot from megumi to not distance himself from aiko. he still loved aiko—loves aiko—but why was loving him at the expense of the happiness of megumi’s mother?

at a young age, all he knew was to push those that would hurt his mom. and who could blame him for thinking that aiko was going to break them apart?

gradually, of course, he begins to let go of the fear. and yet he is still distant to aiko.

aiko learns to give him space too. megumi doesn’t know if he’s happy or not, but he doesn’t chase after aiko’s love anymore. there’s too much that’s happened and megumi no longer knows how to mend his relationship with his brother.

he knocks on aiko’s door, opening it slightly to check on his brother. he expected aiko to be on his phone or at his desk doing homework or on a call with either his friends or his family, but megumi’s not prepared to see aiko packing his things.

“aiko?” he begins, stepping into his room, “what’s going on?”

aiko looks up from where he’s sat beside his luggage and boxes, looking sincerely surprised as though it’s megumi who’s leaving.

“megumi!” aiko gasps, “you’re home early!”

“yeah, yuuji’s uncle visited. but, um, what’s this?”

“oh,” aiko says, body easing back and megumi joins him on the floor, “we’re moving!”

he said it so excitedly, beaming up at megumi. megumi smiles back at him before the words finally sank.

moving–

“you’re leaving?”

aiko nods, humming a bit as he starts putting his clothes inside the luggage. “mom’s giving birth to my sister soon so dad’s decided to buy a bigger place somewhere else.”

mom’s giving birth–

you are?

megumi doesn’t even know what’s going on in your life anymore. sure he was there when satoru married you—he and aiko were ring bearers—but he didn’t know anything past that. and aiko’s going to leave? just like that?

“will i,” megumi pauses, afraid to ask but desperate to know aiko’s answer, “see you ever again?”

“i don’t know,” aiko answers. “maybe yes, maybe no? i don’t know how far shibuya is, to be honest.”

enough. shibuya is far enough. megumi can’t even go visit him for casual hanging out or to see aiko’s new sister or to come check up on you.

fuck. his baby brother’s leaving and megumi doesn’t know if he will ever see him again. he thinks that he needs to say something, anything at all. but nothing is forming.

megumi’s finally realized that their time together has run out.

“can i help you with anything?” is all what megumi can conjure. aiko nods absentmindedly and megumi wishes that they have more than this few hours.

megumi talks to aiko during those two hours, filling up the silence and hoping aiko’s last memory of him is more than being a distant brother.

and yet, as he looks at aiko’s happiness, megumi realizes that that’s a happiness that megumi is no longer a part of.

when satoru picks aiko up after two hours, megumi hugs him tight. when he says goodbye, this time he knows it is for real.

“bye megumi!”

he just wished that aiko could call him big brother once again.

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a month later, you give birth to a girl. aiko posts a picture and megumi saves it and the many, many others that follow.

he watches as aiko grows into this amazing brother that megumi never was. and a part of him is so, so proud but the other half of him feels quite jealous.

he’s always wanted a family, a sibling, and yet he never did quite get both.

when aiko dyes his hair white, posting a picture beside his white haired sister with a caption that goes “finally matching,” megumi realizes that maybe he’s lost his brother for good.

[tojisun]

Everything would have been easier if Toji realized he had two hands 🙄

Jk jk, I love your series! Although it actually makes me sad. There is this feeling of longing from Toji towards the reader, even when he is supposed to be happy with his first wife :'C

HELPSIPD??? I AM IN TEARS OH MYHFSDPF [x]

ok but toji/reader/mamaguro poly 👀

yn getting the best of both fushiguro parents and getting twice the love as they should!!

who knows? maybe that dynamic would have less angst and more stability

btw thank you so much!!! and aaahhhhhh yeah i see what you meannn like

half of me wants toji to long for you every breathing moment that he has, realizing that leaving you was a grave mistake that he can no longer correct. and the other half of me wants toji’s rerun of relationship with his wife to be successful and beautiful because i think she is toji’s true soulmate.