#usami on the other hand

[fslurusami]

usami in clothes i own and with a knife i own. i think he needs more tattoos but im almost out of ideas

[mononijikayu]

say so — nanami kento.

As you looked at him, you knew that he knew that. But he was only human. It wasn’t easy to not be swayed by human doubts and impulse. You never faulted him for that. If anything, it made you fall in love with him over and over again.  Because your Kento was both sides of the coin of human life. And you embrace it, more than you could ever imagine. Love is just that way. You knew that to be true. You stepped closer, your hands sliding up his arms to rest on his shoulders, grounding him. “Kento, I want you. Only you.” you said, your voice filled with the sincerity you hoped he could feel. “I want you more than anything. Because you’re my life. My oxygen. My everything.”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Post-Shibuya Arc, R-18, Smut, Fingering, P to V Sex, Passionate Sex, Pet Names (My Love, Baby), Romance, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Nanami, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Drama, Comfort, Falling In Love, Flirting, Jealousy, Teasing, Fix-It, Humor, Domesticity, Family Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Idiots In Love, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Pining, Nanami Being A Great Husband, Nanami Kento is FATHER™️;

WORDS: 9.5k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: nanami won my poll again!!! hurray!!! here's tmi about this - thiis was half way finished when i came back to write it, but then i got sick again and i started writing this more differently than my direction. i got frustrated so i stopped for a while then i forgot about it and then i wanted to finish it.

oh, also kento and you speak danish at home, because you both feel like a secret language between you and him. gojo is also retired — thats going to be in us and them!!! thank you so much for waiting!!! thank you for reading too!!! i love you all !!! see you in the gojo fic (second place) <3

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HE THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD ALWAYS BE NONCHALANT. Nanami Kento never thought he’d be the type to get jealous. After all, he prided himself on being calm and composed, grounded in logic.

But lately, things have changed. You had changed—or rather, something about you had. At least that’s what he noticed now that you’ve come back to Tokyo, so he could become a mentor to the kids with Gojo’s retirement. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Nanami Kento had finally left the endless grind of Jujutsu society, traded the blood and curses for a quiet life in Malaysia, far from the threat of battle.

But when he got that call, it felt like the past had come clawing back, unwilling to let him go. Itadori Yuji’s name on Gojo’s lips stirred something within him—something old, duty-bound, and unwilling to see an innocent youth, especially one with Yuji’s heart, left adrift.

Gojo Satoru's concern was about more than just Yuji, though. Nanami listened as the retired special grade sorcerer, sitting on a cruise across the globe, rattled off frustrations with the new leadership at Jujutsu High and Jujutsu society as a whole. All of it having formed with what he had known from his contacts back at hom.

At the center of it was Usami. That man, the strongest of all first class sorcerers, Usami, who never defied the higher-ups, who prioritized orders and tradition over compassion, whose unfeeling approach Gojo had seen all too often among those aligned with the elders.

Nanami Kento knew the type. They were the very people he’d worked so hard to avoid throughout his career, the type who saw Jujutsu sorcerers as tools more than as people, especially the students.

Now, with Gojo’s absence, Usami had stepped into a more central role at Jujutsu High, and Gojo wasn’t comfortable with it. Why would he? He’s still supporting the remaining conservative factions in Jujutsu High.

There was no other way to feel about it other than this, but concern. The return of a conservative faction, under Gakuganji, would stifle Gojo’s gambles these past few years. Gambles Kento had agreed with, even if not wholeheartedly. 

“I don’t want him making decisions for my students, you know? I’m sure you agree about that with me too.” Gojo said bluntly, his tone carrying the usual lazy confidence but undercut by a genuine concern. “They’ve been through enough. They deserve someone who understands them.” 

Kento could hear Gojo's frustration; it was an unusual tone in the voice of someone who otherwise seemed to brush off his troubles. And in that sentiment, Nanami found himself nodding in agreement. It didn’t sit well with him, either. But what could he do? He is retired now, isn't he? There was no need for this chatter.

Gojo, as though reading his hesitation, chuckled knowingly over the line. “Look, I’m technically retired too, Nanami. I know your feelings about this.” he said with that familiar cheek in his voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t meddle. Keeps me busy as I get old, you know? Gojo clan head is empty without any drama.” 

There was a pause, and Kento didn’t know what to say. Gojo Satoru, even in their younger years, used his status to continue to advocate for his interests. And Kento didn’t like it as much, he was someone who liked rules, after all.

Even if he agreed with them, he thinks about the context of propriety. But he knows the soul of Gojo’s argument. He agrees with that. Gojo’s voice softened on the other line.

“Don’t you ever want to keep busy too? I mean, especially when your wife’s at her job? You’re both still in the thick of it, in your own ways. Being a house husband doesn’t always satisfy the itch. Before you rebuttal, you know I’m not lying. ”

Nanami sighed. Gojo’s words struck a nerve. He’s not wrong. Genmei–san also works still, helping out at temples when she has the time. Most of the time, if they weren’t on holiday, it would be Gojo waiting at home and taking care of their children. For a moment, Nanami sat down to think about it properly. 

You were deeply invested in your work as a novelist. You adore it, you truly do. But often, it’s hard for you to deal with. You were just as much an independent person in your own right and that was your own mission, your own purpose.

He admired you for that, but there were times when he found himself wondering about his place. He adores taking care of you, he adores being by your side all the time. He adores being your house–husband. 

But he often questions, besides that, away from the frontline, away from Jujutsu, what was his purpose now? Was he truly content to let the world of sorcery continue without him, even if it meant leaving those like Yuji to struggle without guidance? Or the kids? What can he do for them? What can he do now?

“Fine, Gojo.” Nanami finally muttered. “I’ll look into it. Just… don’t get used to this.” He could practically hear Gojo’s grin over the line, a smug sort of satisfaction that Nanami knew all too well.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Gojo replied smoothly in response. “But I’ll admit, it’s good to have you back, even if just for a little while.”

And so, he tried to muster the courage to tell you about what he had agreed to. Dinner was a warm, familiar ritual together. And by the beachside in Kuantan, everything about it was a wonder to behold.

The sounds of clinking plates and gentle conversation filled the room, and the two of you settled into the ease of being home together, savoring the evening without the rush of tomorrow hanging over you. 

You were halfway through telling him about something small that had happened during your day at the market when he cleared his throat, a subtle shift in his usual, deliberate movements. His fingers, wrapped around his glass, seemed to tighten slightly. You looked at him a little bit confused. 

“There’s something I need to tell you, my love.” he began, meeting your gaze with a calm determination. "I’ve decided… to return to Tokyo." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before he continued. "Jujutsu High needs someone to look after the first years. With Gojo retired, things are… in flux."

You blinked, feeling a jolt of surprise, but before you could fully react, he was already explaining, his tone quickening just a touch, as if he’d anticipated your questions. It was rare for your husband to be this way, to ramble about and have his bright brown eyes shake as he looked at you with a shaken uncertainty. But you know when he becomes this way, it’s because of things he cares about.

“It’s not active service, don’t worry about that, my love.” he assured, almost hurriedly, his hand drifting toward yours in an unspoken promise. “I’m not heading back into the field. It’s only to mentor the kids, give them someone they can rely on. They deserve that, especially now.”

You saw his resolve deepen as he spoke of them, the younger students who’d become like family over the years. His voice softened, and you could tell this wasn’t just about filling Gojo’s shoes. 

"I can’t abandon Yuji, he’s already without someone. I can’t really do much more damage by leaving him without someone." he said with quiet conviction, his eyes searching yours as if to make sure you understood. 

“Kento—”

"I know how much he’s been through, and… I don’t want him facing it alone. Nobara, too—she’s so headstrong. She’ll need someone she can turn to, someone to help her channel all that fire. And Gojo’s bound to ask for updates on Fushiguro all the time. You know how he is with him. With them. I just….I just don’t want them to feel so alone about this at all. Usami is gaining some foothold and the conservatives are just….its complicated.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you listened, watching the familiar strength in his face, the quiet protector in him springing back to life. Passion was beautiful in your husband. Seeing even more alive with such caring passion makes you happy.

His gaze held yours, steady and honest, a reassurance that his heart was set on this, that he wasn’t leaving you behind but rather doing what he felt was right, the only thing that made sense.

You let the warmth you felt for him reflect in your smile, reaching for his hand as it rested between you. “Of course, Kento.” you replied softly, squeezing his fingers with encouragement. “They couldn’t have anyone better.”

A soft exhale escaped him, the tension leaving his shoulders as he squeezed your hand back. Relief and gratitude flickered across his face, the subtle shift of a man who didn’t often ask for things but knew he’d been understood completely. There was no need for grand gestures or lengthy explanations between the two of you; your silent agreement spoke volumes.

The conversation turned to lighter things, back to the warmth of dinner. But every so often, you caught his expression softening, a look of contentment and resolve, knowing he was about to embark on something meaningful, not just for him, but for those who needed him.

But of course, that also came with cons.

The move to Tokyo was a calm one.

But it was also a disastrous one, in his mind.

You were both too busy to spend time together.

The shift was subtle at first. Kento began to spend more and more hours at Jujutsu High, guiding the first years, sharing his experience, and quietly observing their progress. He’d come home later than usual, sometimes with papers under his arm and a faint weariness in his expression that he tried to mask with a smile. 

Meanwhile, you were pouring yourself into your new book, the words and ideas flowing freely under the careful guidance of your new editor. It was an exciting time, both for your work and for him. There was a renaissance in your paths to life blossoming in your efforts. But there was a toll, a quiet distance neither of you fully acknowledged.

One evening, you noticed the weight in his gaze as he joined you at the table. He seemed quieter, his usual calm presence tinged with something else; something like sadness. You set down your work, reaching across to hold his hand, catching the faint glimmer of surprise in his eyes.

“Things have been so busy lately, my love.” he murmured, his voice soft, almost reluctant to admit it aloud. “I miss being able to spend more time with you.”

Your heart softened at his honesty, and you squeezed his hand gently. “I miss it too, Kento.” you replied, meeting his gaze with reassurance. “But you know how this is… the busy season. Soon, I’ll be back to post-writing mode, and we’ll have more time to do things together. This won’t last forever.”

He nodded, his lips curling into a small, understanding smile. “You’re right. It’s just… different.” There was a flicker of relief in his eyes, but it was short-lived.

As the weeks went on, your new editor’s involvement became more intense, often stretching into late-night calls or spontaneous meetings that kept you occupied well beyond the hours you’d once spent with Kento.

He’d catch you on the phone, your voice animated in a way that was hard to miss, even as he stood in the doorway waiting for a chance to say goodnight. It was hard to deal with, day by day.

But he said nothing, keeping his feelings carefully hidden behind the same mask of calm he’d worn so well for years. But you could sense it, the slight slump of his shoulders, the way his gaze lingered on you just a little longer.

It was as if he was hoping you’d glance up, catch his eye, and read the unspoken questions there. In the quiet moments, he’d watch you, a silent longing in his gaze, feeling the bittersweet ache of being close but somehow… not close enough.

It was an unspoken tension, a soft thread pulled too tight between the two of you. And though he never voiced it, you began to sense how much he missed you—not just physically, but in all the little moments you once shared, now slipping through his fingers.

After all, you guys were all you truly had in all these times. He would always crave everything about you. About loving you, about being close to you. Just you. He missed you.

Nanam Kento was sure that he hadi tried to be patient. He reminded himself, over and over, that this was temporary, just a busy period that would eventually pass. He knew how much this book meant to you and understood how important it was to have an editor who could match your energy and vision. 

But despite all his quiet resolve, he couldn’t ignore the pang of envy that crept in every time he saw you light up, laughing or discussing something animatedly over the phone.

The way you and your editor connected; it was undeniable. The easy flow between you two, the synergy that seemed to bridge ideas without any need for words, stirred something unsettled in him.

He would come home from a long day at Jujutsu high, weary but hopeful to catch up with you. Instead, he’d often find you mid-call, your voice carrying hints of excitement he hadn’t heard in a while. You’d wave him a quick greeting, mouthing that you’d be off soon, but “soon” stretched, and his footsteps grew slower on his way to your side.

It wasn’t that he doubted you or the love between you two. He trusted you deeply. But the way you seemed to come alive with this editor… it stung in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He knew you and this person worked well together, that they understood your work and helped bring out your best ideas. 

He understood it logically, but logic did little to quell the feeling of being left on the sidelines. After all, it was a feeling he recognized too well—the familiar ache of watching from a distance, of caring deeply and yet holding his tongue.

Some nights, he’d sit across from you at dinner, glancing up occasionally, only to see you distracted, your mind clearly still on your work. Or you’d mention a new idea your editor had suggested, a change you hadn’t considered but were now eager to explore.

And though he nodded, offering his encouragement, he couldn’t shake the thought: When was the last time I could make her smile like that?

As the weeks went by, he felt it more keenly, this quiet envy of the time you spent together. It wasn’t that he begrudged you for the partnership, but he couldn’t help wishing that he could have more of that side of you for himself; the side that was vibrant and full of life, that spark of curiosity and joy he’d always adored.

Nanami Kento wasn’t one to give voice to his insecurities easily, and he knew how silly he might sound, envious over something so innocent. He was a secured man, in all the ways he knew he was. He knew that too well. Yet as much as he told himself it was foolish, the feeling lingered.

So he held back, watching you in those moments with a quiet ache, determined to keep his envy hidden. He’d stay later at the school, throw himself into lesson planning, sometimes even offer to cover additional duties, as though it might distract him. But each time he came home, seeing you lost in conversation or laughter, he couldn’t shake the feeling that, for now, a part of you belonged to someone else.

He told himself it was just work. You had deadlines; he understood that. But there was something else. Whenever your phone pinged with a message, you’d check it quickly, smile to yourself, then type out a reply, sometimes with a small laugh or a shake of your head. And every time, he’d feel a sharp pang of something foreign to him: jealousy.

Kento tried to reason with himself. You were his wife, and he trusted you implicitly. You had built a life together, one based on love, understanding, and mutual respect. But that didn’t stop the gnawing feeling in his chest whenever he saw you so absorbed in those messages or whenever he saw that spark of excitement in your eyes when you talked about the feedback your editor gave you.

He knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t shake the thought. When he saw you typing away late into the evening, smiling at the screen, a quiet worry settled in the back of his mind. What was this editor like? Why did their input seem to matter so much to you? And why did Kento, who usually approached everything in life with composure, find himself so deeply unsettled?

Tonight, though, he’d had enough. He stood in the doorway to your office, watching you as you leaned over your laptop, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, fully immersed in your work.

You looked beautiful, more beautiful than ever, but that same nagging feeling of jealousy coiled tighter in his chest. And before he could stop himself, something in him just snapped.

“So, my love.” he said, his voice calm yet edged with tension. “Another late night, huh?”

“Yeah, it would seem so!” You retort, noticing him. “You’ve just come home?”

“Just a while ago.” He says to you, watching you turn your head back to your computer. You were typing even faster. He was sure you were trying to finish it, now that he was home.

You looked up once again, a soft smile lighting up your face. “I didn’t even hear you come in. You came in as sly as a little cat!” You stretched, setting aside your laptop and glancing at him warmly. “I was just going over some notes. The editor had a few thoughts on the latest chapter.”

”Did he have any suggestions for this part?" he asked, casually trying to keep his tone even as he nodded toward your screen.

You looked up, clearly surprised. "Who, my editor?"

"Yeah, my love." he said, keeping his gaze fixed on you as he leaned against the doorframe. "It just seems like he's been really… involved in your work lately."

You tilted your head, noticing the unusual tension in his voice, the way his words held a heaviness that wasn’t like him. “Well, that’s what they’re paid to do, you know?” you replied gently, hoping to keep things light, maybe coax a smile out of him. 

But his expression didn’t shift. You could tell almost immediately. Instead, his eyes held a quiet, guarded intensity that stopped you in your tracks. Realizing this was more than a casual remark, you closed your laptop, giving him your full attention.

“Kento… Is something wrong?” you asked, voice soft, searching his face for a sign of what was going on inside him.

He crossed his arms, hesitating. For a moment, he almost looked as if he wanted to brush it off, to go back to his usual collected demeanor, but he stopped. Instead, he looked at you with an intensity that caught you off guard. 

“I know it’s irrational, and I know it’s probably nothing.” he said finally, his voice quiet, almost reluctant. “But… I don’t like seeing you so wrapped up in this person’s feedback. You’ve been smiling at your phone more than you do at me lately, and I’m… not exactly used to feeling like this.”

The vulnerability in his words, the admission from someone usually so calm and composed, made your heart soften instantly. You reached out, covering his hand with yours, feeling the tension there, the way his fingers reflexively squeezed back. 

“Kento, baby.” you said, voice warm. “You don’t have to feel that way. No editor or anyone else could ever mean as much to me as you do. None of them are you. There’s only one of you, you know?”

He relaxed just a little, his shoulders easing as he let your words sink in. But he didn’t let go of that guarded look, the one that still held a hint of uncertainty. “Then why does it feel like I’m… competing for your attention?” he asked, his gaze never leaving yours. It was a simple question, but the way he asked it, with a vulnerability that you knew he rarely revealed, struck you deeply.

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “I guess I didn’t realize how it looked.” you admitted, your thumb brushing lightly along his hand. “It’s just… I got excited about the project, and the new feedback’s been inspiring. But…I’m so sorry for not noticing or making you feel that way, baby.” 

You reached out, tracing a gentle hand down his arm, feeling the tension start to melt away as you looked into his eyes. “None of that compares to what I have with you. I hope you know that.  You’re the one I come home to, Kento. You’re the one who matters most. I love you. Only you.”

He seemed to exhale, his expression softening. You could see the quiet relief in his eyes, the way the tension finally started to lift, and it made you want to close whatever lingering distance was left between you. And then, his voice, low and almost hesitant, broke the silence.

“Tell me, my love.” he whispered, barely above a murmur. “Tell me that you want me. Just… say it.”

The raw vulnerability in his voice, that rare openness he was offering, made your heart ache in the best way. You don’t think you had ever felt like this before Kento. But every day since then, your heart has created more motions you could never understand. And you know, you just knew – it was because you loved him more than anything in life. 

As you looked at him, you knew that he knew that. But he was only human. It wasn’t easy to not be swayed by human doubts and impulse. You never faulted him for that. If anything, it made you fall in love with him over and over again. 

Because your Kento was both sides of the coin of human life. And you embrace it, more than you could ever imagine. Love is just that way. You knew that to be true. You stepped closer, your hands sliding up his arms to rest on his shoulders, grounding him.

“Kento, I want you. Only you.” you said, your voice filled with the sincerity you hoped he could feel. “I want you more than anything. Because you’re my life. My oxygen. My everything.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and before either of you could say another word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, firm embrace. The warmth you had come to hold onto in this life. 

You sank into his hold, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart beneath your ear. There was a familiar comfort there, a quiet strength in his embrace, that had always felt like home.

For a few moments, you both stayed that way, close and quiet, as if the world outside had faded and left only the two of you. He lifted his head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead/

Kento murmured into your hair, his voice gentle. “Promise me you’ll take a break from work. I’ll do it too. We’ll spend time together. Just us. No one else.”

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, a soft smile spreading across your lips. “Of course, my baby. I can postpone everything else. If it’s you, everything else can wait. My husband being happy is more important to me!” you whispered.

A quiet sense of relief washed over him, and he held you a little tighter, his own smile finally breaking through, his usual calm confidence restored. For Kento, there was no greater feeling than knowing you were his and that you were here, sharing this quiet, peaceful moment with him.

As he held you close, he felt a deep contentment, one he rarely allowed himself to savor. The jealousy that had once gripped him faded entirely, replaced by a quiet certainty. Of course there should be. Why wouldn't there be?

The certainty that your love, your life together, was the one thing in the world he could rely on. That he was sure. You love him, after all. And as he closed his eyes, resting his chin atop your head, he silently thanked the universe for you, for this love that was more real, more enduring, than any fleeting worry or passing jealousy.

This, he thought to himself, was where he belonged. 

Right here, in this moment, in your arms.

Nowhere else can compare to this.

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AND HAVE A PICNIC. The night before you had agreed that it would be nice to enjoy the Tokyo sun, and have a picnic at the park. You talked about a cat cafe nearby too. He talked about how the yakisoba dish was introduced at his favorite restaurant. There were new spots popping out in Tokyo for you both to check out.

That’s what you agreed on. Today was supposed to be simple, a peaceful day just to unwind and enjoy each other’s company. But the moment you woke up and felt his gaze linger a bit longer.

Slowly, smoothly, you could feel his hand finding the curve of your waist, you knew that quiet was about to turn into something much more intense. You knew your husband too well. When he’s hungry — he remains hungry.

He pulled you close, his grip both gentle and possessive as his eyes darkened. “Mine, only mine.” he murmured, the word almost a growl, his fingers tracing your skin like he wanted to memorize every part of you. 

The world around you melted away as he took his time, every kiss and touch filled with a need that made your heart race. You let him, giving himself over as he murmured softly against your skin, “My pretty wife… just for me.”

You could feel him stretching you out so perfectly with his fingers, causing you to moan loudly. Your husband was good, too good at everything he does. But when it comes to you, he was beyond excellent. Your eyes felt hazy as he looked at you with that predatory stare. You held him even closer, your moan getting louder. 

Your head turns awry with the high as you continue to ride his fingers as he kisses your neck, you're stuck against the wall occupied by him. No one, not even your previous lovers, those green boy boyfriends were able to make you feel this good.

No one could make you feel this way. Only him. Only your husband, your Kento. And every single time, he knew it. Even with his jealousy, he knew it. You were always going to fold when it’s him. Only him. 

“K–Kento.” you moan out, your voice breathless as you rock against his fingers, the sensation overwhelming in the best way. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you can't help but lose yourself in the rhythm he creates. “You’re… you’re… oh—”

His eyes darken with desire, and a sly smile creeps onto his lips. “That’s it, my love.” he replies, his voice low and filled with warmth.

He peppered soft kisses along your neck, each one igniting a fire inside you that burned brighter with every passing second. His fingers pushed deeper, faster, and you felt so incredibly full, the exquisite stretch making your head spin.

“Come. Come for me.” he urged, his words wrapping around you like a spell, both a command and an invitation. The way he held you against the wall, the heat radiating from his body, only heightened the electric connection between you.

Every kiss he placed on your skin felt like a promise, an affirmation of the bond you shared. No one else had ever made you feel this way; so cherished and desired. With him, you were always ready to surrender completely, to give in to the overwhelming pleasure that built within you. Nothing else can compare with what you feel for your husband. Nothing. 

You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your body responding instinctively to his every touch. He was so good at remembering where to touch you next. After being together for this long, Kento knew your body even better than you. He knows how to make you cry, how to make you moan. He knows everything.

“Kento.” you gasped, the sound a mix of pleasure and longing, and as his fingers curled just right, that coil finally snapped. Your body shuddered, a wave of bliss crashing over you, leaving you breathless as you surrendered to the moment, lost in the magic of him.

You looked up at him, and his gaze was intense, filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger that sent a rush of warmth through you. Without a word, he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you with a fervor that reignited the fire within. 

His movements were slow at first, but as he pushed his fingers one by one, even deeper, your moans escaped you uncontrollably, pulling him closer as you urged him on, wanting nothing more than to feel every bit of him.

Somehow, you had been able to accommodate every tight, muscular finger in his hand. And you knew it felt good. He knew it felt good. Because he knew just what to do. No one else would. Only Kento would.

He responded with a low, pleased growl, the sound reverberating through his chest as his free hand tightened around your hip, holding you possessively against him.

There was an undeniable power in the way he claimed you, every inch of his touch a reminder of the connection you shared. You felt cherished and owned, completely his in this intimate moment.

Each thrust of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you, each stroke deliberate and filled with purpose. Your body responded eagerly, arching into him as you surrendered fully to the sensations, every moan escaping your lips urging him on.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only you, him, and the electric energy that wrapped around you both, binding you together in a rhythm that felt both primal and tender.

As the intensity of the moment deepened, you could feel the heat radiating from him, a tangible connection that anchored you both in a world of your own. His lips traveled down to your neck, trailing kisses that ignited your skin, leaving behind a trail of fire. You could feel the way he held you, his grip firm yet gentle, and it made you crave more, the need building inside you like a rising tide.

“Just like that, my love.” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and teasing. The sound of his voice sent a thrill through you, adding to the layers of pleasure that enveloped you.

He continued to move his fingers with a deliberate slowness, coaxing every last ounce of ecstasy from your body. Each time he pushed deeper, you gasped, the sensations pulling you closer to the edge once again.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could merge your bodies into one. Drool started to form from your lips as he thrusted even deeper, pleasure repetitive in your lips to his ears. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed making a mess of you way too much. 

“K–kento. Oh my….g—oddddd…..” you breathed, the urgency in your voice echoing your desire. You needed him, all of him, and you wanted to feel that connection intensify. He looked into your eyes, and in that moment, you saw the depth of his love mirrored in his gaze, a promise that went beyond the physical.

He quickened his pace slightly, and you felt every pulse of his fingers inside you, each thrust igniting a new wave of pleasure. You could sense the hunger in him, a deep-seated need to feel you unravel beneath him.

“You’re perfect, aren't you?” he said, the words reverberating through you as you lost yourself in the moment. His possessiveness only heightened your arousal, each stroke of his fingers an affirmation that you belonged to him, and he to you.

With every thrust, every kiss, you felt the world around you blur, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of passion. Your bodies moved together as if they were made to fit, every touch syncing perfectly. You surrendered completely, letting the waves of pleasure wash over you, pulling you under and lifting you higher.

“Come for me again, my love.” he urged, his voice a low growl filled with desire. You could feel the pressure building once more, and with a desperate need, you clung to him, riding the waves of sensation that coursed through you. 

The world outside faded entirely as you focused on the way he made you feel—alive, cherished, and utterly consumed by the moment. And as you finally tipped over the edge into bliss, you knew that this was where you belonged, wrapped in his arms, lost in your shared passion.

As the world outside faded into a distant hum, you and Kento found yourselves enveloped in an intimate cocoon, where it was just the two of you. His gaze held yours, deep and searching, as if he were reading the unspoken words that danced between you. The air was thick with anticipation, and your heart raced in sync with the pulse of the moment.

With a gentle touch, he caressed your cheek, his fingers trailing down to your neck, igniting sparks of warmth beneath his fingertips. The softness of his touch contrasted with the burning desire that simmered between you, creating a perfect tension that left you breathless. You leaned into him, craving the connection that felt both familiar and exhilarating.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and filled with warmth, laced with a hint of playful teasing that made your stomach flutter. You nodded, feeling a rush of trust and excitement wash over you. You knew he would take care of you, just as he always did.

As he shifted closer, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and safety. When he entered you, it was as if time stood still. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy that made you gasp softly. You could feel every inch of him, filling you completely, as he took his time, letting you adjust to the fullness.

Kento's eyes never left yours, and in that moment, you felt utterly cherished. Each movement was deliberate, as if he were savoring the connection between your bodies and the bond you shared. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as you both surrendered to the rhythm of your bodies.

“You’re so beautiful, my love.” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, and you could feel the sincerity in his words.

Those simple words sent a wave of warmth through you, making you feel both desired and loved. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him even closer, as if you could merge your souls together.

He held you firmly, as though afraid to let go, fingers pressing into your skin with a hunger that left no doubt of his intentions. His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, gripping you with an intensity that was both grounding and electric, each touch sparking a heat that made you shiver.

The way he held you was raw and consuming, as though he wanted to memorize the feeling of you beneath his hands, every curve, every softness. He knew everything like the back of his hand/

You could feel his breath, warm and steady, against your skin, each kiss he placed making you arch closer, melting into the strength of his hold. The roughness of his grip, his possessive energy, pulled you deeper.

It was like he was marking you as his, his touch heavy with a passion that left you breathless. He looked into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense, a silent promise of everything he wanted to give, everything he wanted to take.

The world seemed to narrow to just the two of you, his warmth surrounding you, his presence overwhelming in the best possible way. Every inch of you felt alive under his touch, every nerve alight with a need that only he could satisfy.

His hands continued to explore, leaving trails of warmth, his touch demanding yet tender, as if reassuring you that he was there, and you were his.

The heat between you intensified, his hands roaming slowly, leaving a trail of tingling warmth wherever they went. You trembled, feeling the power behind every touch, every possessive whisper.

You could feel him drinking in the sight of you, holding you close as if he didn’t want to let go. It wasn’t rushed; it was filled with a focused, possessive affection that only made you crave him more.

Time blurred as his movements became a mix of gentleness and intensity. His hands slid lower, holding you firmly, possessively, as he whispered your name.

His words washed over you, filled with longing and satisfaction as he whispered, “You’re mine. Only mine.” Each soft murmur made your breath catch, his voice rough with devotion.

Your husband had always had a way of grounding you, pulling you back to him in the moments you needed it most. He held you with a quiet strength, his touches both comforting and electric, each caress more deliberate than the last.

When the busy schedules and late nights began to take their toll, you’d find yourself in his arms, feeling the tension melt away as he made you his world.

He was possessive in the gentlest way, his lips tracing along your skin, his voice murmuring low, tender words that anchored you to the present.

"Mine, mine." he'd say, over and over, his voice a husky whisper as he pressed deeper, slow and unhurried, savoring each moment. "My beautiful wife, my one and only."

You let yourself unravel under his touch, feeling each surge of pleasure as he pulled you closer, his mouth finding yours in heated kisses, his hands firm as they held you against him. The world outside faded, and there was only him—each movement, each shudder of pleasure woven with his love and need for you.

And as your body trembled, giving in to the pleasure he offered, he’d whisper words that sent warmth spiraling through you: His only. His good girl. His good little wife.

With every pulse and every breath, he made you his, claiming you in the way only he could, and you felt yourself give in, letting him take what he needed, knowing that he was yours just as deeply.

In these moments, he was entirely yours, just as you were his, both of you wrapped up in a world where only the two of you existed. And as he held you close, that familiar need he had for you was clear in his eyes, you could feel the depth of his love; the way he wanted you, needed you—all pouring out with each possessive word and touch.

Every thrust was slow and measured, each movement deliberate and filled with purpose, as if Kento were painting a masterpiece with your bodies.

He took his time, carefully crafting a rhythm that drew you both closer to the edge of ecstasy, like the steady buildup of a powerful wave ready to crash upon the shore. Each moment felt like an eternity, stretched and molded by his touch, igniting every nerve ending with heat and longing.

Kento relished in the way you responded to him, the way your body quivered beneath him, your breaths coming in soft gasps that filled the space between you.

He liked making you wait, savoring the way your eyes widened in need and your body writhed, pleading for more. The way you mewled over and over again, lost in the depths of desire, was music to his ears, a siren call that drove him further into the depths of his own hunger for you.

“Please, Kento. More. More—” you begged, your voice trembling with desperation, the need pooling in the pit of your stomach. Each word was a plea, a yearning that echoed in the silence of the room, punctuated only by the soft sounds of skin meeting skin.

“P–please….pleaseeeee…..”

A teasing smile played on his lips as he leaned down, his breath warm against your neck. He bit gently into your flesh, a sweet sting that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, causing you to moan, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming sensations flooding your body. 

“Enjoy it, my love. Enjoy the slow burn.” he murmured, his voice low and husky, wrapping around you like a silken ribbon. “Let’s have fun, hm?”

His words were a command and a caress, urging you to embrace the intensity of the moment. The way he spoke your name, the way he held you, felt like a tether pulling you deeper into the shared experience. You were both caught in a delicate dance, a balance of power and surrender, where every pause and every gentle caress built anticipation.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you intertwined, lost in the growing tension between your bodies. Kento was in control, but you loved it. You loved the way he took his time, how each thrust felt like an exploration, a journey into the very essence of what it meant to be together.

He would withdraw slightly, teasing you with the promise of more, before plunging back into you with a slow, deliberate push that sent sparks of pleasure radiating from the core of your being.

Each pulse of his body against yours was a reminder of his possession, of the bond you shared that was both beautiful and intoxicating. The slow burn he created enveloped you, igniting your senses and drawing you closer to the precipice of your desires. You could feel the heat building within you, an insistent wave that throbbed and twisted, desperate for release.

“Just like that, my love.” he encouraged, his voice a soothing balm against the tumultuous storm of emotions swirling inside you. “Let it build. Let it consume you.”

You let his words command you, letting them wash over you as you melted into the sensations. Every tear that fell was a blessing of pleasure and the pain mingling together, a sweet agony that you welcomed wholeheartedly.

You could feel your heart racing, your breaths quickening, as you approached that sweet, familiar edge, caught between the bliss of the moment and the urgency of your need.

With every deep stroke, you felt a delicious tension building within you, a tightness that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Each time he filled you completely, it ignited a spark of pleasure that resonated deep in your core, drawing soft gasps from your lips. Your husband was a great lover. Perhaps the best there ever was. 

You surrendered to him fully, giving yourself over to the sensations that enveloped you. The outside world faded away, leaving nothing but the two of you entwined in this intimate dance. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way his breath mingled with yours, made every moment feel precious. 

You can only focus on him. Only him. He was what mattered. The way his eyes held yours, filled with an intensity that spoke volumes of his love and desire.

You could write as many beautiful works as you could ever want. But perhaps the most beautiful creation in your life was him. Loving Nanami Kento was your most beautiful creation.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the way he made you feel. It was a combination of love and raw passion, an electric current that flowed between you, binding you together in a way that felt profoundly intimate.

Every caress of his hands, every whispered word, heightened your awareness of him, igniting your senses and making you acutely aware of the depth of your connection.

You could feel his warmth enveloping you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe yet desired. The way he moved, the way he took his time to explore every inch of you, filled you with an overwhelming sense of affection and longing.

With each thrust, you could feel your bodies communicating in a language all your own, a silent exchange that deepened the bond between you.

As you both lost yourselves in each other, the outside world faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of you entwined in a universe of your own making.

The air around you thickened with anticipation, and every touch felt electric, as if the very essence of your connection pulsed between you. As if you truly belonged together.

You could sense the tension coiling tighter, each movement a languid dance that drew you deeper into an exquisite rhythm, a beautiful synergy that melded your souls together and ignited a fire within you that felt utterly intoxicating.

“Kento, I’m coming. I’m so close.” you gasped, the words spilling from your lips as desire swirled through your veins.

He trailed kisses along your jaw, his lips soft yet insistent, igniting a cascade of shivers that traveled down your spine. “Come for me, baby. Let go.” he urged, his voice low and rich with promise, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

That was when he shifted, his movements quickening, a sudden urgency that sent your heart racing. The delicious friction intensified, and with each thrust, the world outside vanished completely, leaving only the two of you in a haze of passion. 

Every kiss, every whisper, every pulse of his body against yours propelled you closer to that blissful edge, where pleasure and surrender intertwined, drawing you both into a beautiful climax that promised to sweep you away entirely.

As Kento quickened his pace, the urgency of his movements sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, building to a peak that felt both thrilling and inevitable.

The air around you crackled with electricity, every sensation heightened as he pressed deeper, claiming you in a way that made your heart race and your body ache for more. His breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling with the sound of skin against skin, each thrust driving you further into a euphoric haze.

“My love, I’m so close.” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “I’m….I’m gonna come.”

You could see the raw need in his gaze, the way he was completely lost in the moment, just as you were. It was intoxicating to know that you had this effect on him, that you could pull him into this blissful space where nothing else mattered but the two of you.

“I want you, baby.” you whispered, your voice trembling with urgency as you felt that familiar coil tightening within you. “I need you.”

“D’ you want me inside, hm? Where do you want me?”

You moan, thinking about how hot it was. How hotter it would be to have him inside of you. “I-inside me. Please. Please. Make me full.”

“Y’d like that? You want me to make you full of me, my love?”

“Yes, yes, o–oh, yes—”

With a low growl, Kento shifted his focus, pushing into you with a deep, purposeful thrust that sent stars dancing behind your eyelids. The world outside was a distant memory, all that existed was the heat building between you, a fire that consumed you both whole.

His movements were rhythmic yet fervent, each push coaxing you closer to the edge, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you. It felt so good. It felt way too good and you wanted it to last forever.

“Let go, my love.” he urged, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers coursing through your body. “I’m right there with you.”

And then, with a final, deep thrust, you felt him come inside you, warmth flooding you as he released with a low groan, his body pulsing against yours. The sensation was overwhelming—a rush of heat that spread through you, mingling with your own climax as pleasure washed over you in waves, leaving you breathless and trembling benea

th him.

You held on closer to him, taking in a new dawn’s breath.

You were so in love with this man, more than you know. 

And he was the same — he couldn’t get enough of loving you.

“You know, if I had known jealousy would make you like this…” you finally say, your voice still laced with breathlessness as you regain your composure.

The warmth of the moment lingers around you like a soft blanket, and you can feel the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your body. Kento’s kisses trail along your glistening skin, each gentle press of his lips a sweet reminder of the connection you’ve just shared.

His lips are soft against you, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake, and the scent of your mingled skin fills the air with a heady sweetness that is all-consuming.

“I would get you jealous often, baby.” you tease, a playful smile curving your lips as you look down at him.

Kento pauses, lifting his gaze to meet yours, his expression a mixture of amusement and mock seriousness. “Is that so?” he replies, his voice a low rumble that sends a delightful shiver through you. 

The intensity in his eyes is unmistakable, a mix of possessiveness and affection that makes your heart flutter.You can’t help but laugh softly, the sound echoing around you in the intimate space you’ve created together.

“Absolutely. You should see how cute you get when you’re all riled up, baby.” you say, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. “Fiesty and all.”

His lips curve into a smirk, and he leans closer, brushing his nose against yours. “You’re lucky I’m not the type to stay jealous for long, my love.” he murmurs, the warmth of his breath tickling your face. “But if it means I get to have you like this…” 

His voice trails off, and he plants a series of soft kisses down your neck, each one sending delightful tingles racing across your skin. You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment to relish the sensations he stirs within you. 

“You’re incorrigible sometimes, Kento.” you whisper, feeling the weight of his affection enveloping you. The playful banter only adds to the intimacy, making it all the more special, as if you were sharing a secret joke that only the two of you understood.

“Only for you, my love.” he replies, his voice sincere as he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes. “But really, seeing you light up like that—it’s worth it. Just know I’ll always come back to claim what’s mine.”

epilogue 

As the soft glow of the evening light filtered through the window, casting gentle shadows across the room, you and Kento found yourselves nestled comfortably together. You hadn’t left the bed much since this morning.

And your husband was incredibly happy about that. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Everything about the room smelt like sex and sweat, that was to be expected. Your husband’s insatiable when he gets into it. 

But the atmosphere was relaxed and intimate, the air filled with the kind of warmth that comes from deep affection. Everything about the aftermath was the passion of lovers who will always be in love.

And you couldn't help but admit that you felt blessed with that. This passion between you and Kento, it will never die. For bitter, for worse, for good and better — you will always have this. You will always be together like this.

After a playful exchange repeating over and over again, you both took breaks in between. For a while, you both watched some television. Kento seems to enjoy Love Island, so he wants to watch the whole series with you now. A little while later, the two of you talked a little bit about the little things you’ve seen and done lately.

Soon enough, you were sure you were hungry. Kento immediately kissed you and went to the kitchen, coming back with some bowls of favorite snacks and some refreshing drinks, on ice.

But of course, he urged you to drink the water most. With all the screaming he’s made you do, he’s a little bit more worried about your voice, 

You both conversed about silly things now, laughing at how Yuji seems to be as silly as ever before. About how Gakuganji seems to continue to be annoyed by Gojo Satoru’s phone calls.

But then he talked about Gojo Satoru expecting another child on the way, albeit accidental. In that moment, you realized it was that moment. So, you took a moment to shift the conversation to that.

“You know, baby…..” you began, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. “I know you’re still busy, I’ve been thinking maybe….just maybe…”

“You know surprises aren’t needed.” He laughs, lowering his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I know, I know.” You roll your eyes playfully but let out a small smile, leaning against his chest. “Don’t you think it’s time we consider having kids soon. I’m really happy to make that happen soon.”

Kento turned to you, his brow raising in playful skepticism, but a smile tugged at his lips. “Is that so? You’re ready to dive into the chaos of parenting, my love? You know it’s a lot of work, right?” He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting, filling the space between you.

You couldn’t help but grin back, your heart fluttering at the prospect. “Of course! But I think it would be so worth it. Just imagine our little ones running around, making messes and keeping us on our toes.”

He smiles at you fondly. “You think so?”

“Yeah, I know so.” You grinned at him. “I can also see you being the doting dad, teaching them all about fighting and how to protect themselves. Or you know, just making some bread from home! I do miss authentic rye bread from an expert in Danish baked goods. Imagine how our kids will feel when they eat it too!”

He laughed, a rich, hearty sound that echoed in the room and made you feel light with joy. “You think so? I suppose you’re right, my love. I can already picture myself getting wrapped around their little fingers. They’d have me wrapped around their hearts in no time.” 

The sincerity in his tone made your heart swell with happiness.

Everything about your husband makes you feel happy everyday.

If life were to teach what happiness looks like, it would be him.

“Exactly!” you exclaimed, your excitement bubbling over. “And they’d have your strength and my charm. Can you imagine how adorable they’d be?”

Kento’s expression softened, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “You know, I’ve always wanted that. A family with you. You make everything better.” His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting a sense of hope and love within you.

“So, you’re on board with the idea?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with anticipation.

“Absolutely, my love.” he replied, that playful smirk returning to his face. “But first, I think we need to indulge in another round of this.” 

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and captured your lips in a kiss that sent shivers down your spine. You melted against him, losing yourself in the moment, the kiss deepening as he pulled you closer.

It was intoxicating, filled with a mix of passion and love that made your heart race. Everything about Kento was just a pool you wanna drown in. Everything about him was worth drowning in. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you wrapped up in each other, a perfect blend of laughter, warmth, and desire.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, your cheeks flushed with warmth, Kento looked at you with that glint of mischief in his eyes that you adored.

“Okay, let’s talk about the details later, my love.” he said, grinning widely. “But for now, I think we have some important work to do to ensure that happens.”

With that, he pulled you back into another passionate kiss, laughter bubbling between you as you savored the moment. You felt the electric connection between you, the promise of a beautiful future hanging in the air, ripe with possibilities.

As you both continued to kiss, the playful banter resumed, filled with sweet nothings and playful teasing about the “practice” needed for the future family you envisioned. After all, practice makes perfect.

[drtenebrisxii]

Pokemon - Saved By The Bell

After their first and rather unsual encounter, Gea the flygon and Felyx the delphox had been hanging out more often, having good times together and getting closer and closer… one day, though, Felyx, like a good psychic type, had a strange feel and decided to pick up Gea at her office instead of waiting for her near the vending machine, their "usual spot". He arrived just when the athletic flygon was being flirted by her boss, a lopunny, and not just any loppuny: a beautiful, alfa and shiny one that was also the CEO and majoritiy owner of one of Orre's largest corporations: Helena Usamis… Gea couldn't be happier to see Felyx and the feel was mutual, he even commented how stunning she look with her current outfit, the two quickly beginning to talk about what were they going to do today. Helena, on the other hand, is not used to this strange feel of being pretty muched ignored…

Hope you like this :p

[tewwor]

some spicy things minsoo & usami graciously revealed ☝🏼😮‍💨

MINSOO .

remember those nipple piercings? yeah, he’s got a few matching chains for both aesthetics and to tug on.

definitely a masochist. so, please, go buck wild with him. bite too hard, scratch the shit out of him — break skin, it’s fine, he’ll moan and thank you for it.

he’s got a breeding kink ( to breed or be bred, doesn’t matter ) 👍🏻

will also keep fucking through an orgasm ( himself — he tends to stay hard after with enough stimulation & partner ). especially when it comes to his partner — hearing them be over sensitive and ramp up to another orgasm so quickly really gets to him.

probably into cock warming, but hasn’t tried it before. don’t let his thoughts just be thoughts :)

knows how to take tasteful nudes and likes to take inspiration from what his partner(s) are into.

he’s more than okay with being tit fucked 😜

also, minsoo is …. packing. definitely proportional to all 6’8’’ of him

USAMI .

has a thing for necks. just thinks they’re very attractive and oftentimes finds himself glancing / taking note whenever the back of someone’s neck is exposed. he will mark the hell out of it when things get heated.

does like to edge others, but isn’t fond of being edged. actually, he gets a little prickly if anyone tries to edge him and not … in a good way.

tussling is a good way to warm things up ( ask minsoo — he’s gotten all 6’8’’ of himself handed to him and they still ended up fucking like rabbits ). any bruises obtained from said tussling will … probably be pressed on, albeit gently with his mouth unless his partner’s into a bit more pain.

reminder that during usami’s binding vow / imbedded tracker/trigger days, he prioritizes himself and chases his own pleasure. it isn’t until the higher ups are dead & he’s free from servitude, does he start to focus on his partner(s) first.

the above is also a pipeline into how softer, more tender sex will dismantle him in record time once he allows it. it’s always been something he craves, but had to distance himself with for the longest time.

snake curse / uwabami specific — he does, in fact, have two cocks 👍🏻👍🏻

will critique nudes mid-fuck 😐

doesn’t like to be restrained and will most likely end up snapping and swinging 😐😐

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Female Reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven

Details: Takes place during the killing game, timeline switched around, creative license taken to imply everyone is alive and has known each other for at least a few weeks and has had time to get to know each other. The threat of the killing game is still looming though. It’s also implied that the reader has a crush on the boy in each section however whether or not the boy is oblivious to that fact or feels the same varies.

Word Count: 5K Words

Warnings: SFW - fluff, probably mild angst, possible SDR2 spoilers

Intro:

Everyone needed a distraction. It was getting pretty hard for the group’s self-proclaimed leader, Byakuya, to keep their minds off of the threat of a potential killing game, and he wasn’t the most creative when it came to having fun. Unfortunately for him, having fun was probably the only thing that would help a gaggle of anxious, on-edge teens relax right about now. It’d been weeks without incident since that malicious-looking monochrome bear appeared and told them he expected them to kill each other for sport in order to go home, but nobody seemed to feel safe despite that fact. There was no cold hard evidence to prove this wasn’t some long, elaborate prank or social experiment, and two facts made them believe Monokuma’s words, made them believe they were in danger: first of all, they’d seen those “Monobeasts” blast their innocent, adorable self-proclaimed teacher Usami to pieces, and secondly, nobody from their lives back home had even attempted to contact or rescue them. With each day that passed, they trusted each other less, and the bags under their eyes grew darker. Yes, they needed to have fun.

A game was suggested. It was something simple, well-known to most of the group, even if they hadn’t played it since middle school or really at all. It would pass the time, and maybe create some romance or drama. Any feeling was better than impending doom and the fear of death.

Seven Minutes in Heaven: a game where two people go into a small room or cramped closet alone and have seven minutes to do anything they want to each other. Usually, the goal was the get handsy, to kiss or hug, to confess to someone, to make each other nervous, or to engage in casual romantic activities. It was supposed to be steamy and awkward, to put pressure on the two people. They would all randomly pick straws, and the two people who got the shortest straws would have to go in together while everyone else sat outside and timed their seven minutes. Knowing your peers were mere feet away outside the door only added to the tension.

The location was set: a small, cramped closet in the old building next to the hotel. It was dimly lit by an ancient yellow overhead lightbulb hanging on by a thread and had just enough room for two people once the abandoned supplies, tools, and cobwebs were scooted to the edges.

And so, the game began.

Teruteru Hanamura:

   You were standing in the back of the dark closet, having been the first one chosen to play the game. Figures it would be you. Out of 17 students you picked the first short straw, and now waited patiently for whoever you'd be matched up with. It could be a girl, a guy, someone you hung out with often, or a weirdo you actively avoided. It was nerve-wracking knowing that if you embarrassed yourself, 15 people would be listening right outside the door, but on the bright side, at least no one could get away with killing you when classmates waited within earshot. One scream for help and your attacker would be caught, right?

It didn't take long for your partner to make themselves known, as the closet door busted open before you and was closed in a flash, barely giving you time to process what was happening and certainly no time to see who entered.

You were swarmed in an instant. A warm, soft body clung to your own and engulfed you in a flurry of hands. You were being poked and prodded and the excited mutterings and giggles gave away who this was immediately. You knew those salacious squeaks very well.

"Teruteru?" You grappled with him, grasping out in the dark for his hands to settle them.

"Ohoho~ yes, my queen?" The flirtatious chef snickered, fighting off your attempts to calm him. Queen? Given your little secret crush on the Ultimate Cook, you would've blushed if you didn't have the knowledge that he spoke to everyone like this.

"N-now just hold on a second! Wait!" You squealed, ticklish in odd places and your heart racing at your luck. You often spent time with Teruteru as he seemed harmless, and he made you laugh with his antics. You never meant to develop feelings for him, and sometimes you swore it was just infatuation because he gave you attention and could be quite charming, but regardless here you were, feeling this way. "Don't you wanna slow down, take our time a-and make the most of our seven minutes?" You sputtered, trying to appeal to a sense of reasoning you didn't really know Teruteru to have.

"Huh...?" To your surprise, he halted all movement, seemingly confused by your words. You were just as shocked to get through to him at all. Soon the closet was quiet, filled with just the sound of two souls breathing.

"What's wrong?" You gulped.

"Well... I entered fully expecting to be kicked out expeditiously... either that or you would make a break for it, so I figured I would try to rush in and at least get something out of this experience," he spoke candidly. It was true that he was someone used to rejection, to being an object of repulsion. He probably expected you to be like everyone else.

"But, Teru... I mean… you and I hang out all the time. Do I ever treat you like that?" You posed the question, a bit hurt that he thought of you the same way as everyone else after you’d put what you thought was a lot of time and attention into building a friendship with him.

"Hmmm... I suppose not... but this is something different altogether. I - wait a second! Are you saying you want to do this with me?" He sounded astonished, incredulous. His hands trailed down your arms to take your own in a gentle grasp.

You felt your face heat up, your pulse in your throat, like maybe you'd been too frank, too honest. Maybe your little crush was being worn too plainly on your sleeve.

"Umm... I mean, well..." you chuckled nervously. You could almost feel his smirk, the little devilish rosiness creeping up his cheeks.

"Well, well, well, it looks like my little sous-chef has been hiding something from me. All this time, I never would've guessed~ I thought you were just tolerating me," he teased. You squirmed as he ran his hands up your arms then down the sides of your waist. "Looks like I need to give you some private, one-on-one cooking lessons more often~"

Byakuya Twogami

Cramped even further into the already tight closet by his rather robust figure, you stood there looking up at Byakuya, feeling rather small and exposed, vulnerable. He looked down at you with his arms crossed confidently over his chest. This was a condescending look and stance that he often displayed. It made you feel even more inferior this close up.

"Let's be very clear here. I volunteered to go first for one reason and one reason only: as the leader of you braindead group of cretins, it is my duty to keep up morale so you don't all completely lose it. A true leader," he sneers, "leads by example. I'm tired of seeing you lot run around depressed and terrified so here I am, to save the day as usual. If this silly game makes you all stop whining, I’m willing to lower myself to your level for the night." He rolls his eyes, an expression you can only just barely make out in the dim warm lighting.

"Oh... yeah, I know-" you are promptly interrupted as he continues, blonde hair moved casually out of his face and properly back into place.

"This is beneath me and my breeding: this musty, disgusting closet, this silly child's game, this island, but I know you'd all fall apart without me so here I am. I don't intend to participate in any activities beneath me in this closet here today, however. I simply refuse."

"Yeah... I suspected as much," you twiddled your fingers nervously, looking down at the ground, attempting to get the sentence out once more. "I figured you volunteered for those reasons, and not because you saw it was me coming in here first... that would be too good to be true," you spoke shyly, voice breaking. You really admired Byakuya and the immense pride and status that he carried with him. You found him attractive even though he was extremely intimidating.

A shade of pink dusts over his cheeks at the implication behind your words, his eyes widening under his spectacles for just a beat before he took on that nonchalant, confident expression once again. He couldn't let the facade fall, not for anything or anyone.

"Well then," he cleared his throat, a little too awkwardly for someone of his usual poise, "I'll allow you to admire me. It's not like I'm unused to praise and reverence... envy even..." His voice trails off and he holds one large hand out to you as if you were a peasant expected to kiss a king's ring before being allowed an audience.

For a second you didn’t know what to do, heart racing wildly in your chest. You felt like no matter what you did, you'd mess up, earning a scolding from him, an insult perhaps... but why did even the idea of that excite you so much?

Body shaking, you leaned down, took one of his hands in both of yours and kissed his knuckles. He tried to hide any and all instinctual responses but you felt him stiffen up, his knuckles flexing at the touch. The skin there was unexpectedly rough... not the pampered, soft hands of Togami nobility you'd anticipated. You didn't linger on the thought though, too anxious to see his reaction. Pathetically, you kissed him now on his wrist, agonizingly slow. It was more out of embarrassment then trying to be a tease, however, he was getting impatient all the same. He felt himself sweating over a certain emotion for the first time in forever.

"Oh for the love of-" he scoffs, ripping his hand out of your grasp, "You're embarrassing yourself." He spoke curtly. Roughly, he grabbed onto your shoulders firmly with both hands, pulling you into his chest. With a fervor that frightened you, he took control, crushing his lips skillfully onto yours.

Gundham Tanaka

When Gundham Tanaka burst into the closet with zeal and anything other than an expression of displeasure on his face, you immediately knew he was there under false pretenses. He was the last one who would want to rush into this game, to want to have anything to do with it, so the fact that he was clearly entering by choice told you everything you needed to know. This man was clearly confused. You couldn't help but chuckle as he slammed the door closed behind him, leaving you two alone with a little privacy.

"I see I got here not a moment too soon! The imp Hiyoko Saionji let slip that this unassuming closet in fact contains a portal to the Nether and revealed you'd gotten yourself trapped in here with no way to escape! Of course, only I, Gundham Tanaka, can resist the energetic pull of a Netherworld rift! Fear not, foolish mortal, I am here to save you!" You let him rant, shaking your head at the theatrics. You found his outbursts so entertaining, his personality cuter than even his soft hamsters.

"Gundham... I fear you've been tricked," you sigh, taking a step back to give him some space. "This is a game, there is no portal... but unfortunately, it looks like neither of us will be having any fun." You spoke dejectedly, seeing as you truly would've loved indulging in this game with someone as attractive as Gundham. He was dark and mysterious, with a sexy deep voice and amazing hair. He was kind to animals and such a unique character. Truly one of a kind. How could you not fall for him? "I refuse to play now, knowing that you didn't consent to this. I'm sorry they roped you into thi-" Your words were halted as another thought crashed into the previous one impulsively like a train off its rails. "Wait a second... why would you come save me? You came in here... to rescue me from danger?" You smiled, a big, cheeky grin.

"Think nothing of it, fiend. I would've done the same for any mortal here!" He blushed and stuttered, hiding his face in his purple scarf. "Do not look at me like that! I feel accursed by your gaze alone!"

"No... no you wouldn't," you giggle. "You actively avoid us all. You've been a loner since day one." You step closer, emboldened by his response, by the words you were reading from in between the lines.

"You... you're less insufferable than the others. Nothing more, nothing less." He crosses his arms, a violent red covering his normally corpse-toned face. With a gasp, you look down in surprise when you feel the skittering of claws and fur brushing up your arm. One of the Dark Devas, small and swift, clung to your sleeve and made its way up to your shoulder, buying its master time and a distraction. It presses its little lips to the side of your cheek as if to mimic a kiss as best as it could, rubbing its tiny claws into your skin playfully. It looks up at its master with shiny, telling eyes. He knows exactly what it means to convey, a savant of animal behavior. "It seems you've earned the blessing of one of the most powerful beings to walk this plane of reality. Rejoice and feel blessed that he approves, for the opposite reaction is far more common and fatal!" He was back to his performance again it seemed.

"And..." you feel more confident than before, knowing Gunhdam took the opinions of his hamsters extremely seriously, "what about you? Do you approve?" You took his cold, bandaged hand into yours gently, looking for his consent, for him to let his walls down just enough to allow you to do more. You wanted more.

Nekomaru Nidai

This closet was tiny, criminally so when you considered its newest occupant. You found yourself crushed between a dusty wooden wall and the largest, firmest pectorals you'd ever seen. You were sweating profusely, a nervous mess. Most people slowly got to know their crush, observed from afar, had lunch and chit-chat maybe, and here you were, suddenly pressed flush up against the steel-like muscles of the object of your desires.

"Why do you look so... worked up, (Y/N)?" Nekomaru grins genuinely down at you, oblivious of both your crush on him and how uncomfortably you felt about this forced skin-to-skin moment (probably because the man had never felt shame in his life).

"I- I'm not!" You squeal a little too defensively. You try to shuffle past him, closer to the wall, anything. It only serves to chafe, to make him readjust as well until you're even stickier and smushed than before.

"Anyways..." he continues heedlessly, "I don't really get the rules of this game or whatever." He stretches his arms upwards carelessly, easily hitting the ceiling. Your eyes can't help but rake over his flexing arms and lumbering frame.

"Well if you don't understand, then you can leave... I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you state sympathetically, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your crush.

"Nah, everyone wanted me to play so I'll play!" He beamed. "I'm no killjoy. You just go first, maybe I'll pick it up and understand along the way!" He was so authentic, so sweet, and positive. You wanted to melt under his gaze.

"Are you sure?" You rubbed your forearms restlessly. He nodded enthusiastically. "Well... I've always liked the idea of being carried by a big, strong man... to feel dainty and.... small and... ohh!-" Before you could finish your thought you were swept off of your feet and scooped into a pair of secure, firm arms. You felt safe, impossibly tiny and protected.

"Like this?" He questions, obviously eager to please. Now level with his eyes this high off the ground, face-to-face with him, you were stunned into silence. His strong features, so unbelievably masculine and striking, hypnotized you.

"Yes..." You felt breathless, lost in a trance. You couldn't stop staring at his lips, at his intense eyes. "Just like that..." It's silent for a long while, and he tightens his grip on you almost instinctively. He feels the need to be your shield, to keep you to himself, and finds himself staring right back.

"I think I'm starting to understand... so, it's only fair that it's my turn now?" He speaks plainly, some glimmer of want in his eye.

Nagito Komaeda

You feel like a complete oaf, heart nearly bursting out of your chest. You were an agitated, sweaty mess, staring across the mere feet of space in the tiny closet into the eyes of a boy who had you cornered like a fox with a rabbit. You felt like prey, as his eyes, always mysteriously unreadable to predator-like, combed over you shamelessly. He was always up to something, and everyone knew it.

This had to be planned. Of all people, it had to be Nagito. Someone did this on purpose... they knew you had a huge crush on him and made sure he picked the second short straw. Someone wanted to see you squirm and suffer. Everyone here knew you weren't the type to be bold or romantic enough for this game. This wasn't for your benefit, to gently help you shoot your shot. This was rigged.

"It's like your thoughts are written all over your face, (Y/N)... They might as well be," he teases, backing up until you are cornered, crushed against the wall with only his slender frame to brace you. "I know you like me, (Y/N). There's no denying it." He knows using your name, hearing your name spill from his lips will drive you wild. The little shit. "You're a wreck right now," he chuckles fiendishly, feeding off of your energy and positively basking in it. "Just my luck, to be chosen at random to come in here with you~" He grins devilishly. "Well... drawing straws is child's play for my 'talent.' Oh well! You should probably make the best of it." He shrugs dismissively.

"So... you wanted this? You did this on purpose?" You were trying to glean the meaning behind his words, his true intentions, anything to make this situation less vexing. You tried to read his pale, beautiful features, begged him with glistening doe eyes to give you space or mercy. At the same time, you wanted him closer, to feel his touch. It was unbearable.

"Why are you fighting your feelings?" He spoke so casually, as if asking what time it was. How did he seem to know everything, all the time? "Are you embarrassed to like someone like me, for the others to find out?" He snorts, exhaling dangerously close to your face. He places one hand on the wall behind you, the other on your waist. "I can understand why. I would be embarrassed as well. I'm a nobody here. Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo and my talent is useless. However, seeing you flustered, riled up for someone like me... it fills me with a sense of hope."

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

"Get off of me! I'll fuckin' kill you!" You are startled into the back corner of the closet as the second participant of the game stumbles clumsily in. Obviously having his small frame pushed forward none too gently, he's pissed off (not that this was a rare occurrence for him) and determined to give your classmates a piece of his mind. He screams threats of violence at the giggling teens who pushed him one last time before the door is slammed in his face. "I already said I'd play, you dipshits! You didn't need to fuckin’ shove! Next time you put your hands on me I'll cut them off!" He huffs, face red as a tomato.

"Um..." You're at a loss of what to say, and how to begin. It's not starting off well. He was in a foul mood, and it seemed you'd never get to indulge in the fun of this game with him. Upon hearing your voice, he is brought back into the moment and finally turns to face you.

"Oh great, it's you," he scoffs, determined to make someone, anyone hurt the way he was hurting. If he had to feel embarrassed and have his night ruined, so did you. A shiver of sadness ran down your spine. It was like a surge of palpable hurt. Why would he say that? Why did he feel the need to hurt you? You felt nothing but admiration and attraction toward him. You'd never judged him or pitied him for his height and baby face, never annoyed him on purpose or brought up the topics that others used to rile him up. In fact, you enjoyed your conversations with him and found him exceedingly handsome. It made it hurt twice as much, that he would so casually insult you. When he sees that flash of insecurity, of pain across your face, he instantly regrets his words. He blanches, mouth dropping open for just a second before he begins to backtrack in remorse. "Hey... don't look at me like that." He forces an airy snort. "I guess you're not so bad... I mean, you're way more normal than the rest of these weirdos we're stuck with." We? "Actually, after that story you told me in the market that one day about your dad, I'm starting to think we aren't so different..." He crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. You perked up at that.

"You remember that? I didn't even think you were listening..." Your heart beats, and flutters with hope.

"Of course, I was listening. I'm not deaf, am I?” He rolls his eyes. “And like I said, you're not like these freaks. I don't mind spending time around you..." He sounded like he was fighting his own words, pouting. When he sees you start to grin sheepishly, he frowns. "Don't go getting a big head now just because I tolerate you!" He points at you in a warning way.

"Sorry! I'm sorry..." You cover your smile with your hands as you are unable to relax the muscles of your mouth.

"So what, are we supposed to make out now or whatever? Is that how I win?" He speaks as if this were some competition, yet another thing in his life where he must excel or be looked down upon, or bring shame to his family name. "I'm not letting any of these losers upstage me at a stupid child's game!" He huffs.

"Well, you don't have to do anything really..." You shrink into yourself, feeling silly and really exposed all of a sudden now that the actual game was supposed to begin.

"Nah, nobody is gonna call me a pussy," he snarls, marching two steps toward you with purpose until you have nowhere to go. You gasped in surprise as you were pulled into a fiery, forceful kiss that set your skin alight and left you dazed.

Kazuichi Souda

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" The magenta-haired boy across from you was riled up, revving like an engine. He was practically drooling, shaking with anticipation and excitement in the low lighting of the dimly lit closet.

"Kazuichi, may I ask why you're so hyped up?" You couldn't help but giggle at the display before you. He licked his lips and sharpened teeth, restless and full of vigor like a male bird doing a mating dance to attract a female. He was so adorable when he was in good spirits like this, so hyper and oozing energy like the engines he tinkered with.

"Huh, what do you mean?" He smirks mischievously, but there is a hint of genuine, innocent confusion in his tone.

"Well, I'm only wondering why you're so excited. It's just a silly game, and it's just me," you scoffed playfully. You'd had a crush on the skillful and eccentric mechanic for a while now, but you'd never dreamed he would be this excited to show his feelings for you in return. Maybe he would be satisfied with any female classmate showing up in that closet that night, especially someone as regal as Sonia or perhaps someone who played hard to get like Peko, but you weren't used to boys giving you this type of attention and wanted to bask in it.

"Whaaa?" He sounded incredulous. "Just you? You're super hot, why wouldn't I be pumped? It's not every day I get to spend time alone with a hot chick, and you're super chill! I've always liked you! I think you're a ton of fun. Such a unique talent, too." He sticks his tongue out teasingly, almost daring you to play with him.

"Are you serious?" You can hardly believe his words. "Well... I really like you, too, Kazuichi... I think you're... 'hot' as well." You chuckle, cheeks warming up. His bravado fizzles a bit at that. He was certainly not used to that reaction to his advances. He suddenly feels quite sheepish, overly flattered, and it makes him want you even more than before. Your words are not the kind he hears often.

He was a flustered mess.

"C-can I... would you mind if I kissed you?" He stuttered, sweat beading on his forehead. You eagerly, enthusiastically nodded, wanting that and much more from him.

He endearingly, awkwardly pulls you in by your waist, slotting himself in so your bodies meld together comfortably. When his jittery lips press against yours they are a bit chapped, as were most body parts on a blue-collar tradesman. It was expected, but not unpleasant. It was what made him, him. He parted his lips and you mirrored him, deepening the kiss. You let your hand wander, playing with his hair until his beanie slipped off and onto the floor.

Hajime Hinata

Hinata was closed off, arms crossed, expression uninterested, dull, and neutral. It was no surprise to you. Hajime could certainly come off as the "Tsundere" type you'd read about in manga comics and see on TV shows. He never struck you as romantically inclined, more interested in practical things like trying to get off this island, or platonic conversations. He seemed to love making friends and all of your classmates liked and trusted him. He was the true neutral, often a moderator. People seemed to open up to him, but not romantically. He could be quite sarcastic or cynical at times but was reliable and kind. That's what you found alluring about him. He was handsome, with a wide chest and broad shoulders, a good height, and an attractive voice, but in a less shallow vein, he was also an ear to listen, an intelligent mind, and an excellent friend.

"They pressured me into playing. I assume they did for you, too. We don't have to do anything..." He shrugs and grumbles. His eyes seem to quickly dart between you and the wall. His Adam's apple bobbles once, twice. Little gestures betray his heart and mind. Maybe he wasn't as cool and collected as he seemed.

"What if we want to...?" You counter, unable to look him in the eyes for fear of rejection.

"...Well, do you?" He retorts, just as sharp-witted as always. He was terribly good at deduction, reasoning, and reading between the lines.

"I don't know... I played this game in middle school once but I guess since we are older, we know more... we do more? I don't know the exact rules."

"I don't think there are any rules." He takes a step closer to you, a glint of curiosity and interest in his eyes. "...Do more? How much are we talking?" You see something like intrigue arise in him, more awake than before. It seems like he wants to play... that he wants to play with you, but Hinata was not promiscuous, he was not one to chase skirts or flirt casually like Kazuichi and Teruteru. He wasn't one to engage in anything sensual or even mildly suggestive with a girl unless he truly had feelings in the first place. You started to wonder if maybe, after weeks of spending time exploring the island with him, getting to know him, your crush was mutual... "Well... we don't have much time." He looks you up and down, not so innocently. He bites the corner of his lip, thinking of what to do with such little time. He was effortlessly seducing you and he didn't even know it. He lowers down to the ground, sitting with his knees bent up.\

"Hajime?" You nearly whisper, puzzled by his actions.

"Sit." He doesn't need to ask twice. You sit beside him on the dusty floor of the cramped closet. You inhale sharply in surprise when his arms, much stronger than they appear, encircle your waist and pull you effortlessly onto his lap until you straddle him. Your face is inches from his, your warm thighs hugging his hips. "Is this fine to start?" He speaks in a new octave, lower than you've ever heard from him. A shiver runs down your spine.

"Of course..." Your eyelids feel begin to feel heavy, your head dizzy. Was this really happening?

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙼𝙴

➛ yandere!nagito k. x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 714┆warnings: none┆a/n: not thoroughly proofread btw. the prologue can be skipped if you do not want to read it. I only wrote it for context reasons !

❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ❞

╰⋯➤ saccharine — jazmin bean

PROLOGUE ━ SCHOOL TRIP ?

⤷ 𝖄𝖔𝖚

were completely shocked by the information just dumped onto you and the 16 other students.

For context reasons, I have to explain what has happened in the last few hours.

Today was supposed to be your first day of School at Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate High-school level Digital Artist.

But to everyone's dismay, some pink stuffed bunny named "Usami," who proclaimed to be your teacher, explained that you and a bunch of high schoolers you've never met are forced to go an a "heart-throbbing school trip" in this strange tropical paradise.

After she finished explaining that you all needed to collect hope fragments and get along, everyone just went their separate ways, you included.

You were about to go into the lobby of the hotel when a hand suddenly rested on your shoulder. You let out a sigh before turning around.

There were two taller males standing in front of you. One was skinner with pale, almost white skin. He had white hair and tips that faded into a pale brown.

The other had tanner skin, green eyes and spiky short hair. He was the last person to enter the classroom earlier.

"U- uh... hi...?" You asked awkwardly, not really wanting to indulge in conversation at the moment.

The white haired male smiled, "Sorry to bother you... L/n, is it?"

How did he-

"I'm Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student. I know, a worthless talent, huh? I won't blame you if you ever forgot it"

His brown haired companion awkwardly broke the weird tension Nagito had put in the atmosphere.

"I'm Hajime Hinata, nice to meet you." He cleared his throat, "And I don't really... remeber my talent..." he trailed off.

"It's okay if you don't remember it, a lot has happened in the past hour." You smiled reassuringly, making Hajime smile back.

But Nagito smiled even bigger, "I should've known you'd say something like that! As expected from such a hopeful Ultimate as yourself!"

"Uh... thanks? I’m Y/n L/n, the Ultimate Digital Artist.”

After that... odd... conversation with the two, Usami suddenly came onto the nearest monitor and announced to everyone that they needed to go to the beach.

"Are you going, L/n?" Hajime asked after glancing over at Nagito.

"Do we really have a choice?" You responded.

Once the bathing suits were distributed and your classmates started to get in the water, you stood by Hajime, who also didn't want to join the others.

"You're not going with them?" You asked curiously.

He shook his head, "No, I don't want to..."

That was until he heard Usami's "encouraging" words and ran to go get a swimsuit.

Then, you were alone.

"Maybe I should—" before you could finish your thought, the sky grew grey with dark storm clouds. And the monitors blinked on and a strange, laidback, high-pitched voice rang out.

"Mic check... mic check... can you hear me?" Everyone froze at the strange change of atmosphere.

"Now then, sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. Let's leave all this worthless entertainment behind...

It's time for the main attraction! You guys better hustle over to Jabberwock Park!"

And that's what you all did, despite their oddly playful voice, it has a very threatening undertone that sent a shiver down your spine.

Once at said park, a half-white half-black stuffed bear appeared out of the blue and became know as "Monokuma" in a rather... extravagant way.

Next, the stuffed bear quite literally violated Usami and transformed her into Monomi, his "younger sister."

Then finally, he explained to you all that one must get away with murder to leave the island.

When he began listing the many ways to end a person's life, you froze in fear and shock.

'M- murder...?' you thought, no, there's no way this is real...

Noticing your unease, Nagito made his way over to you and rested his hand onto your shoulder. He gave you a smile that was supposed to calm your nerves but it only did the opposite.

“Don’t touch me, please.”

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[theamityelf]

Instead of the beach, they meet at the hotel, to avoid losing their kouhais in the ocean or sand. It wouldn't hurt to have lunch, anyway.

"A four-inch-tall Olympic swimmer gorging herself on a quarter of a donut," Teruteru marvels. He's at a table with Akane, Sonia, and Mahiru– and of course, all of the miniature Ultimates they're caring for.

Akane lowers her head to hear her kouhai's chittering voice, then lifts it again to say, "She wants you to stop starin'. Where's yours, anyway? You lose him?"

"Oh, he hid under my hat while I was cooking; he didn't like the smoke. I think he fell asleep up there."

"Aren'tcha worried he'll run out of air or somethin'?"

Teruteru lifts his hat to take a slumbering Yasuhiro and place him on the tabletop. The movement appears to startle him awake. (And who can blame him.)

"Hifumi," Mahiru chides, picking up her kouhai and turning him around. "She said to stop staring!"

At another table, Hajime sits with Nagito, Kazuichi, and Nekomaru.

"Aww. Are you making friends?" Nagito says.

His little brown-haired kouhai, Makoto, has been especially social with the others. Based on the tentatively positive reaction of Kazuichi's sheepish kouhai, Makoto seems to be a nice guy. He even pries a bit of conversation out of Kyoko, who Hajime has observed to be pretty unforthcoming.

"This is weird, right?" Hajime says, pulling Nagito's gaze away from fondly watching the tiny Ultimates interact. "I feel like we've moved past how weird this is pretty quickly."

"Check this out," Kazuichi says, taking out a little gadget he's been working on. "This motor is going to power the door to Chihiro's terrarium."

"Her terrarium is going to have an electric door?"

"Amazing!" Nagito says. "It's going to be so cool to see what everyone comes up with."

"This is weird," Hajime murmurs again.

Chiaki sits with Peko, Hiyoko, and Ibuki.

"What do you mean you don't want candy?" Hiyoko protests.

Tiny Sakura points to the chicken on Peko's plate.

"Hey, I'm in charge! I set the menu around here."

Sakura walks closer and says something that Hiyoko bends down to hear.

"Ugh! Fine." Hiyoko gets up to grab Sakura some real food.

"We have a runaway!" Ibuki warns, pointing at Celeste, who is strolling away while Chiaki is focused on a game she's playing.

"Hey hey," Chiaki says mildly, picking Celeste up and holding her close to her ear. "Where are you going?" A short pause, listening. "Oh. You don't like watching me game? That might be a problem for our co-op compatibility..."

"There. Happy?" Hiyoko demands, sitting back down with a new plate.

Sakura says something back.

"You're welcome." Hiyoko is trying to pout, but she's blushing a lot.

"Byakuya" sits with Gundham and Mikan, and Fuyuhiko stands off to the side.

Gundham has been having a harder time managing his kouhai than most, since there aren't a lot of spots on his person that he can safely keep a small person that aren't already inhabited by hamsters. He's been settling for letting her stand on the palm of his hand at all times, though a brief moment where he had to set her on his shoulder so he could bring his food to the table with both hands resulted in her sneezing from the hamster hair, and that was a weird couple of minutes before she sneezed again and seemed to calm down.

(They're all given information on their kouhais, so Gundham actually knows what happened there, but he doesn't explain it to anyone else.)

Now, Toko is chittering at Imposter's kouhai, and it does not seem to be a nice conversation. Mikan's kouhai intervenes, and he speaks loudly enough that most of his chitters are decipherable without bending down; he says something about "inappropriate language".

"He's standing up for his friend," Mikan says, smiling delightedly. "I'm so proud. Is this what it's like...?"

"What what's like?" Fuyuhiko asks, from his corner.

Before she can answer, their pleasant lunch is interrupted by a sudden appearance from Usami. She tells them again that their job is to have fun and make friends on this school trip and help their kouhais do the same, and-

Ding dong, bing bong.

Usami looks immediately panicked, as an unfamiliar sound fills the room.

(Mini THH AU Masterlist)

[kusakabesimp]

In Defense of Kusakabe - Ch 253 and Analysis

We respect Kusakabe Atsuya in this house.  I've seen a lot of back-and-forth on this chapter, and I need to defend my King. So, let's get into it!!  Author's note: I intended this as a short post, but now it's a 1600-word dissertation, and I'm not even sorry. >_>

The chapter opens with a flashback with the narrator asking jujutsu sorcerers who is the strongest Grade 1. I take everyone at their word here: Mei Mei has praised Kusakabe's skill on multiple occasions, Nanami is known for his strong situational awareness, and Gojo is always brutally honest. They say he's the strongest Grade 1; I believe them.

Kusakabe has a reputation for downplaying his skills. We know he's confident; we've seen him hype himself up during fights, but he's not the type to brag about it. It's worth noting that he uses the masculine and assertive pronoun "ore" when referring to himself, in contrast to Gojo's softer "boku" and Nanami's ultra-polite "watashi." He has the confidence, but he keeps it subtle.

(Also, it's unclear who Usami is, but Atsuya probably knows this sorcerer well since he doesn't use an honorific when he mentions them.)

So, why defend Kusakabe?

There's a lot we don't know about Kusakabe's abilities, and what we do see isn't fully explained.  

He blocks Kenjaku's Maximum Uzumaki using a technique from New Shadow Style; however, the technique itself isn't named, and its actual execution isn't shown. Uzumaki caused massive destruction, leaving a wide zone of wreckage and a crater on par with Hollow Purple. Kenjaku wasn't holding back, so blocking his attack would have required a huge amount of strength and cursed energy.

And speaking of Kenjaku, he goes so far as to compliment Kusakabe on his technical skill, saying, "It's nice to face someone with a little know-how." This is a rare moment of praise from someone who considers all sorcerers garbage. This alone speaks volumes.

Simple Domain and the fight with Sukuna: there is a lot to unpack here. Simple Domain has different rules and applications depending on who is casting it and who or what is affected by it. The primary purpose is to neutralize the one-hit effect of Domain Expansions, but Kusakabe isn't using it as a debuff for Malevolent Shrine. Instead, he uses it because he knows Sukuna's Cleave/Dismantle can work outside his DE as a standard Cursed Technique. Kusakabe's Simple Domain is designed to cancel or at least lessen the effects of cursed techniques, making this a perfect application in a hand-to-hand fight to minimize damage or protect an ally. Kusakabe later confirms that getting hit by Cleave or Dismantle at point-blank range is a guaranteed fatality. Yet he didn't die. Even with the protection of Simple Domain, there's something else in play beyond what we're seeing. And considering the versatility of Simple Domain, it's almost guaranteed that Kusakabe can use it in several other ways we don't know about.

Kenjutsu: I've heard people describe Kusakabe as a modern-day samurai, and that's an accurate comparison. Kusakabe is highly skilled in New Shadow Style sword techniques, the style itself based on an actual kenjutsu style known as Shinkage-ryū. So far, we've seen only one of these techniques, Battō. This is an iai sword drawing technique where the katana is coated with additional cursed energy, allowing it to be unsheathed and wielded with lightning-fast speed. I say 'additional' because Kusakabe's blade is always imbued with his energy, but this technique has an extra push. We see the beginning of another iai technique called Yūzuki (Evening Moon), but he's interrupted before he can draw. He seemed excited to use the technique, whatever it was. It's worth noting that both of these techniques parallel the Shinkage-ryū school emphasis on using low stances to protect the body while simultaneously using the legs to increase speed and power. The goal is to respond to a situation as quickly and efficiently as possible, the philosophy of 'the sword cuts only once.'  Killing or cutting with one strike takes extreme precision and skill. Given that he's a master of New Shadow Style, there are definitely other iai techniques we haven't seen yet.

We know he's incredibly fast. In Chapter 246, after Higuruma's Deadly Sentencing fails, Sukuna returns to using Cleave and Dismantle. Despite being on the opposite side of the battlefield, Kusakabe managed to shield Higuruma from the attack. He was already moving in that direction before Sukuna used his cursed technique, but it's still impressive that he outran the fastest attack in JJK while simultaneously expanding the radius of his Simple Domain to include Higuruma.  

Soul Exchange CT: In Chapter 222, Yuji and Kusakabe switch bodies/souls. The switch is confirmed both in the dojo and in an aside where Kusakabe expresses his enjoyment of being in a younger body; outside of that, we don't know anything about this technique. It never reappears in the manga, and Gege doesn't explain how it works. Like with Simple Domain, each sorcerer has their own specific rules for how the body and soul interact and how their cursed technique ties into one, the other, or both. It isn't clear if Yuji inherited this technique or learned it, but there's no doubt that he mastered it under Kusakabe's guidance. It's worth considering the possibility he may have even learned it from Kusakabe himself. Gege left this scene intentionally vague and confusing, along with the many times New Shadow Style techniques are described only as "forbidden for outsiders." There are too many unknowns to rule it out.    

Other things that work in Kusakabe's favor:

The man KNOWS sorcery. He has extensive knowledge of cursed techniques, domains, and the uses and effects of cursed energy. This was made abundantly clear in the Sukuna vs Gojo fight, where he helped explain what was going on (because, let's be honest, even we weren't sure what was happening). Kusakabe's working knowledge is invaluable, which is one of the reasons he's a great teacher. Gojo is also an exceptional teacher, but he's on another level altogether and doesn't know the more practical aspects of sorcery that Kusakabe excels in.   

He's an excellent tactician. He played a crucial role in pre-planning for the Sukuna fight, creating backup plans for the backup plans. When things went sideways after Gojo's battle, he stepped up, and the other sorcerers followed his lead. He's a valuable source of guidance on and off the battlefield, identifying an opening, hitting strategic cues, and re-directing resources to support allies. He's also demonstrated an exceptional ability to adapt plans and strategies on the fly.  

So that brings us to the last panel -- where he's staring down at The King of Curses, asking himself if he's willing to fight. A lot of people say no, he won't, and brand Kusakabe as a coward, but I don't follow that train of thought. There is no doubt that he will risk his own life for those he loves, and he has proven that time and time again.  

He frees Panda from the isolation cell, and though he claims it's a way to repay Yaga for helping his sister and nephew, it's evident from other moments in the series that he holds a deep affection for Panda that extends beyond mere obligation.

A man who refused to enter platform BF5 for fear of encountering a special-grade curse later jumps in front of a special-grade technique cast by a special-grade sorcerer to protect Miwa.  

On multiple occasions, he tells Higuruma that he will do everything in his power to protect him, even if it means giving up his own life. He doesn't hesitate to jump in when he sees Higuruma struggling to keep up with Sukuna in hand-to-hand combat, shielding him with Simple Domain. He also sends Yuji to support Higuruma when he cannot do so himself.

Everyone seems to be forgetting that Kusakabe chose to be there; he's already been fighting, and he's still there. He made it clear that only those with RCT, those who wanted to die or didn't mind dying, should be the only ones going to confront Sukuna. Some sorcerers didn't go, but Kusakabe did. When he isn't supporting others on the battlefield, he's leading the teams on the sidelines, adjusting strategies and coordinating the next round of attacks. He wants to be there; otherwise, he would have left long before things reached this point.

There is no way of knowing if Kusakabe will win; I've given up trying to figure out how Gege's mind works. But I know he will fight.  

Need further proof? Let's zoom in on that last panel.  

When drawing a katana, the sheath is positioned at an angle across the body, and the tsuba (handguard) is aligned with the center of the body. The sword is released from the sheath by pushing up on the tsuba with the non-draw hand and pulling it up and out with the draw hand. The index finger is relaxed until the sword reaches a point where it can be rotated for the cut.  

Even as Kusakabe thinks, "Is this really happening?" he's already decided to fight and is drawing his blade.

Whatever happens, we respect Kusakabe Atsuya in this house.

[hoodietypinggg]

Hybrid! Usami Tokishige x reader

A/N: Nothing solid, just a thought stuck in the empty echo-y space of my mind like a ball of wet toilet paper roll thrown up and stuck on the ceiling of your elementary school bathroom.

And I can't be the only clown who appreciates this cake endowed (Noda certified) hammer freak, hopefully this spreads to whichever GK fan who needs it.

Enjoy.

Tw: hints of yandere(???)/unhingedness but otherwise pretty fluff/nothing major

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Usami Tokishige but he's a hare(?) hybrid, red eyes and two long black ears atop his head, standing at the edge of your backyard. Feral and looking like he just rolled around the forest grounds with all the twig snags and mud stains on his cheeks. But he doesn't move, unnerving stare fixed on you, the little human sitting in that little lawn chair of yours.

You with your hand still stuck in a little jar filled with nuts, feet slowly shrinking back to curl your knees up and make yourself more compact. Mouth slightly agape from shock, his nose twitches slightly as if senting the air like a dog. You frown. He's not a hound though?

Usami's clearly not what you've been anticipating, the tension in your posture displaying the confusion and blaring alarms sounding havoc in your mind. The tree shades keep him hidden quite well, you get a vague feeling of his stature, but with the breeze blowing through the branches and the glaring afternoon sun it's hard to get the full picture. Just those red eyes peeking at you. Squirrels whom you've prepared the nuts for dont have red pupils. Squirrels who regularly visit you aren't this tall. More importantly, squirrels from the forest behind your yard aren't hybrids.

Since the last crunch of his dirt crusted work boots, nobody has attempted to speak whatsoever. You aren't sure if he's predator or prey anymore, the unflinching stare he's got you locked in feels like the one of a hunter despite his hare features.

"... Haven't seen you around here before," his left ear visibly flinches at the sound of your voice.

Despite the initial reaction, he seems to take your announcement as a sign of peace offering and relaxes a bit, slowly lowering his arms to rest next to his sides. Usami also steps out from the tree lines, now standing next to the trio of gnomes that guard the edge of your yard. Pupils soften slightly. You unconsciously follow his blink with one of your own, only then acknowledging how dry your eyes have gone from keeping him in your field of vision.

The raised arms were not what made him big, you realize, Usami's built physique still peaked through his clothes even in the relaxed stance. Broad shoulders and a thick middle fill the shirt well, his cargo pants tucked into his boots but tight around his thighs. The muscles seem to be from physical labor, the kind that is less seen in hybrid physique competitions and more in the construction industry. Perhaps even in the wood industry, which is very possible considering the lush green forests expanding beyond mountains around you. It is unusual though for typically smaller hybrids to get assigned such work, but then again nothing about him aligned with the norm.

You can't determine what else is caked on the damaged dark shirt and cargo pants, but there's definitely something else on there, something that dries dark and not light shades like mud does. For the sake of your nerves right now though you choose to not think more and simply get up from your seat at a natural speed. He follows with his eyes, head tilting slightly.

"Wh- uh, why don't you come in and clean up while I go get the phone for you? Maybe contact someone you know, who uh, might be able to help you?" Usami easily spies the tremble of uncertainty in your hand as you loosely gesture at your back door.

He lets the silence linger for a little moment more, a small rumbly feeling in his chest forming with the way awkwardness creeps into your posture at his unresponsiveness.

Your other limp hand reaches for the hem of your shirt, fingers curling around the fabric as you fidget.

He's finding your reactions fun.

Maybe this is the feeling that Ogata was telling him about, predator watching the prey's cornered, nervous responses. It's hard to come by, what with him being typically surrounded by predator hybrids. And the fact that he is also technically considered prey type. Usami feels the corner of his mouth twitch up and pupils slightly dilate. He covers it by fully smiling, changing it for a friendlier smile and steps forward to follow you. It sends a dart of shiver down your back though, and something in the back of your mind is screaming.

You swallow the pinprick feeling of unease down your throat and turn to guide him. Too late to back out, you now have a guest to entertain.

He only followed his beloved boss Tsurumi into these backwoods because what Tsurumi says is what Usami does, not exactly in distaste like Koito but not beaming at the change like Tanigaki. However, it seems that the little wood mouse he's found today will be veering their stay in this area towards something a bit more memorable.

[xaniyuu]

Thought I'd share my Golden Kamuy OC here!

Private Fukuoka Yuuzou, a new recruit that joined post Russo-Japanese War, 1907, when Golden Kamuy starts. His role does not matter much to the main plot point, in fact he was made for me to ship with Koito (more to explain below).

Yuuzou's hometown is left unknown, but he used to travel on foot since he was 12y.o for 2 years until him and his parents ended up in Kagoshima. He struggled to blend in and make friends because of their differences and his tendency to steal from people for the fun of it.

Yuuzou's first interaction with Koito would be somewhere when Koito first met with Tsurumi, except Yuuzou (16) never had the courage to walk up or even speak to Koito (14) until now. Ever since then Yuuzou would bother Koito with every chances he got, Yuuzou began viewing what they had as friendship. On the other hand Koito never liked Yuuzou from the start, the rumors of him stealing things from people turned out to be true; because he would often steal Koito's belongings and hide them for Koito to find, like a hide and seek.

Years has passed and Koito (18) went for the Military Academy without Yuuzou's knowledge, he waited for one full year until he heard the neighbors talk about Koito following his father's steps. From that moment on, Yuuzou's entire life goal is to follow Koito's path and to find him wherever he is.

Yuuzou (21) spent about a full year traveling by himself from Kagoshima to Tokyo, where Koito (19) is currently trained for the military (Only God knows how he managed to get there). Unfortunately though by the time he arrives, Koito would probably still be trained in there with very low chances of Yuuzou seeing him. And so, Yuuzou took an alternative.

He'll join the military! That way, he can see Koito for sure this time right?

Shaved: Yuuzou (23) freshly joined the military in 1907.

Undercut, man bun, and hair down: Yuuzou (25) waiting for Koito to come back from his missions.

Yuuzou spent 2 years at the training camp, why? Because he failed the first test which caused him to go over from the very beginning. (For this part I'm still unsure how long it takes for one to go through the training camp, but the main point I want to highlight is the fact that Yuuzou failed his test either once or multiple times but insisted to try again).

*(UPDATE: I just found out that apparently once you fail you get expelled? I'm not sure if this is accurate but it's definitely not gonna stop Yuuzou from trying again LOL. I'll think of a way!)

(How Yuuzou got his scar is still a huge draft of mine, but my initial idea was that it's related to Usami. In this unfinished comic especially, shows their dynamic and how Yuuzou talks back to Usami far more often compared to the other superiors.)

Yuuzou doesn't get along very well with Usami from the very beginning because he tends to talk back to his superiors. Nothing crazy, he's just a kid full of questions. Most of the time the superiors would answer him with a stern look on their faces, and Yuuzou wouldn't mind a little harsh treatment. When it comes to Usami, however, something about him makes Yuuzou uneasy.

From here on out, everything between Yuuzou (23) and Koito (21) is gonna be 8 years worth of slow burn, with Yuuzou watching over Koito from afar most of the time and trying to get Koito's attention in the most inconvenient way as possible like bumping into him or spilling his drink.

Their ship name goes by KoiFuku/FukuKoi! This is the first ever sketch I've drawn of them.

If you've read this far all the way down, thank you very much 💜 They're just another silly little hyperfixation of mine, hopefully I get to draw enough of them before my interest runs out lol

[ogatas-beloved]

Knock Knock

Description: A rash of suspicious disembodied knocking has spread throughout the school and Tsukishima is trying to find who's behind it. Written for JanAUary Prompt #8 - College Setting: College AU Ships: Morgan x Tsukishima Warnings: Slightly suggestive, Usami Dividers

This whole thing had started about a week ago. Morgan had been invited over to Usami's dorm on a Friday night for one of their fairly regular meet ups. When it got there, it had let itself in, as it usually did, and made itself comfortable on the couch. It could hear Usami messing around with something in his bedroom, things clattering to the floor and bumps against the wall. He emerged shortly after from the bedroom, carrying a stack of DVDs and grinning like a mad man.

"Every time I come over for girl's night, you tell me 'oooh this movie's supposed to be soooooo scary'-" Morgan poorly mocked Usami's voice, "If one of these stupid movies doesn't make me piss my pants tonight, I'm actually killing you this time."

He snickered and sat the DVDs down on the wooden coffee table in front of Morgan, "Ohhh, trust me, Morgan. These ones are something special. I had to go through a lot of trouble to even get my hands on them."

Morgan grimaced, "This better not be red room footage or some freak shit like that."

"Ooooh that would be something-" He sighed dejectedly as if disappointed that he hadn't managed to get his hands on real footage of murder, "But no. Just banned horror movies."

Morgan crossed it's arms over its chest and leaned into the plush back of the couch, "Well, maybe one of them will be worth while."

Usami took one of the DVDs out of the case and slid it into the player, but before he could even make it back to the couch, there was a loud pounding at his door. He stopped and cut his eyes at it angrily, stomping over to the door and yanking it open, ready to yell at whoever was there for interrupting their movie night.

When it didn't hear any screaming from Usami, Morgan turned around to see what was going on. He was half leaned out the door, craning his neck down the hallway, looking side to side at rapid speeds.

"What the hell are you doing?" It questioned.

"There's no one here!" He pulled his head back in and slammed the door, "The bastard ding-dong-ditched me!"

"Ugh, that's one of the dumb ass pranks in the book," Morgan rolled its eyes, "Whatever, man, let's just get back to the movies."

Usami huffed and pouted but agreed, he returned to the couch and the two began watching the first movie- but not more than a few minutes into it- the same thing happened again. A furious, aggressive knocking at the door, so hard it was rattling the entire door.

"OH, YOU'RE BACK, HUH?!" Usami shot up and investigated the sound again only to be met with an empty hallway once again.

Morgan quirked an eyebrow as it leaned over the back of the couch to watch him, "Damn, how are they getting away so fast?"

"I don't know, but I'm gonna catch 'em if they do it again!" He turned back to Morgan, he was grinning but a vein was also popping out on his forehead. He was pissed off, no doubt, but he also seemed excited about the prospect of confronting the prankster.

Unfortunately for Usami, he never did get the chance to do that. Throughout the night it happened several more times, each time he would be at the door within seconds- by the end of it he was even waiting by the door for them each time- and yet he still found no one. Usami was getting more and more angry, but Morgan was feeling a bit more anxious about the situation. It couldn't understand how someone was doing this and managing to get away so quickly. Usami's dorm was all the way down at the end of the hall and there weren't any other occupied rooms close by enough that someone should be able to slip off into one.

That night had only been the start. This mysterious, disembodied knocking spread like a plague throughout the campus. Each night multiple different people would report the knocking at their door. It hit all over, dorms in completely opposite sides of the campus reported hearing the knocking at the same time- and no one ever found a culprit when they opened the door.

Which brought them to today, Morgan, Sugimoto, Koito, and Usami were sat together at a table near one of the on campus restaurants, eating their lunch and discussing the rumors that were floating around the college.

"I heard it's a big group of people who coordinated this thing," Sugimoto said, crumbs falling out of his mouth from the sandwich he was currently chewing.

"A bunch of little fucks and when I get my hands on them, I swear," Usami's eye was twitching and he was gripping the table like he wanted to break it in half, "I'm gonna have fun bashing their heads in for this."

"You mean you guys believe its people? You don't think its… a ghost?" Morgan asked.

"No, because that's ridiculous," Morgan looked up when it heard the exhausted sounding voice at its side, Tsukishima was now standing at the end of the table looking somehow more tired than he usually did, "It's just a bunch of punks messing with people."

Morgan pouted and crossed it's arms, "Oh, yeah? How come nobody's seen anything then, huh?"

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, "There's plenty of places they could slip off to after knocking."

"Not by Usami's dorm!" Morgan defended, "His is the only one in use down that hallway, the rest are locked up!"

Tsukishima exhaled through his nose and groaned, "So, they might've broken into one, Morgan."

"Why would they do all that just for some stupid prank?" Koito piped up.

"We're working under an assumption the 'prank' is a distraction from something, maybe theft." Tsukishima offered, "Look, if you guys notice anything out of the ordinary- and I DON'T mean ghostly, report it to me immediately."

"Hmm… Hey, has there been any sort of pattern to the knocking?" Sugimoto asked.

"Pattern? Hmm… No, as far as I know it's been random."

"You have a list of the dorms that have reported it, don't you?" Koito asked, "Can we take a look?"

Tsukishima groaned and rubbed his temples, "Can you all stay out of this? I'm the RA, I'LL handle it. I don't want you three pulling some stupid crap on me."

"You're not handling it quick enough!" Usami cried, "You should let us take over for you, I bet we could find the criminal."

"I don't want YOU doing any investigative work," A look of utter disgust crossed Tsukishima's features, "Not after last time…"

"Awww, but Tsukishima, we just wanna help…" Morgan pouted and looked up at him with the biggest, saddest eyes it could manage.

He sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded up piece of paper and throwing it onto the table, "Fine. Here's a list of reports including times and dorm numbers. Maybe you can figure out if there's a pattern or not."

Sugimoto took the paper and unfurled it, laying it out on the table between them. The three of them all hunched over the paper, inspecting each report carefully. Morgan gasped as it noticed something about the room numbers, Koito seemed to have picked up on it too, but Sugimoto and Usami still seemed lost.

"Did you see something?" Usami asked.

"Yeah! Tsukishima, look there is a pattern!" Morgan cried.

"It's right. Look, they're hitting corresponding numbers on each sides of the building, skipping a number for the next day, and then going back to that number the following day." Koito pointed.

Tsukishima investigated the numbers himself, he squinted at the paper, "Oh… wow, you're right. That is what they're doing."

"Right! So, if we follow this pattern the next dorm numbers to be hit should be…" Morgan calculated in its head which number would be targetted on each side and then frowned, "Oh… my dorm and Sugimoto's dorm."

Tsukishima nodded, "That's good then, now we have an angle to try to attack it from. I'll need both of you to keep an eye out tonight."

Sugimoto saluted, but Morgan whined pathetically and wrapped itself around Tsukishima's arm, "You can't be seriouuuusss!! By myself??"

"Wh- Yes, why not?!" He tried to wiggle out of Morgan's grasp but its grip was just too tight.

"Tsukishimaaaaaaa, you gotta help meeeee!! Can't you come over tonight?! What if it really is a ghost, I'm scared!!" Morgan sobbed, nuzzling its face into his side.

"I- f-fine! Fine, I'll be there!" Tsukishima agreed, "Now… let go."

"Oop! Sorry!" Morgan released his arm and smiled at him, his face was beat red and he refused to make eye contact, looking off elsewhere in the cafeteria, "Thank you, Tsukishima, you're so sweet."

"Yeah, yeah." He waved Morgan off and grabbed the paper up from the table, "I've… gotta go now. I've got other things to take care of. I'll see you tonight, Morgan."

He gave a quick wave and made his way out, the moment he was gone, Usami was immediately pouncing on his opportunity to get involved too. He grabbed Sugimoto by the shoulders and shook him roughly.

"Well, if Morgan's got Tsukishima, you need a partner too, don't you?! Don't you, Sugimoto?!"

Sugimoto pushed back away from the table and grimaced, "Uh- I don't know about that-"

"Of course you do! I'll be there at 7!"

Morgan sighed and shook its head, "Well, I've got to get to my next class, I'll see you guys later."

"Oh, goodbye, Morgan!"

"Don't leave me here with him-"

Sugimoto's protests fell on deaf ears as Morgan stood up from the table and waved, Usami continued pushing in his direction and insisting on 'helping him' when the pranker came to his door. Morgan frowned as it stepped out of the cafeteria and head toward its class. It was NOT ready for tonight.

At around 7:30 that night, as Morgan was in the kitchen making itself a sandwich, it heard a knock at the door. It panicked and froze up- until it heard the voice on the other side.

"Hey, Morgan, you in there?"

Tsukishima. Morgan had forgotten he was coming tonight. It breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door for him. Immediately it threw its arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug, smashing his clipboard into his chest as it did.

"Thank you sooooo much, Tsukishima, I would be so scared staying here by myself tonight!"

Tsukishima awkwardly patted Morgan's back and maneuvered himself out of the hug, "It's… no problem."

"Well, make yourself at home!" Morgan stepped aside and gestured into the room.

Tsukishima nodded and slid past Morgan into the living room and took a seat on the couch, Morgan shut the door and joined him, standing behind the couch and peering over at what he was doing. He was intently focused on a page on his clipboard.

"What's that?" Morgan asked.

"Just reviewing the information about the prankster."

"Or possible ghost."

Tsukishima sighed, but smiled softly, "Or possible ghost."

Morgan grinned and leaned further down, practically laying on Tsukishima's shoulder at this point, "So, when I was at Usami's the knock happened around 8 and then it kept happening for about an hour."

"Yeah, I'm seeing a lot of reports of it happening at those times around the school too." Tsukishima confirmed.

Morgan leaned in further, its cheek brushed against Tsukishima's, its breasts pressed against his shoulder, "Uh… Morgan…"

"Hmm?" It looked over at him, immediately noticing how close it was now, "Oh! I'm sorry!" It shot up and walked around the couch, sitting comfortably beside him instead.

Tsukishima's face was bright red, he didn't make eye contact, just continued to look at his clipboard, "It's… okay." He coughed and decided to change the subject, hoping to aleviate some of the tension in the room, "So, Morgan, do you… really think it's a ghost?"

Morgan smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of its neck, "Uh, well I dunno. I mean, I don't think I… fully believe in that stuff. But… sometimes my paranoia gets to me, ya know?"

"Oh, I… I'm sorry. That must be tough. I'm sorry if I… was rude about it." Well, looks like his attempt to clear some of the tension had backfired.

Morgan shook its head, "No, it's okay. I get it. It is… silly. I just… you know, my brain was having a hard time grasping how quickly they got away from Usami's door the other night."

"Well, that is odd," Tsukishima agreed, "I… don't know if it'll help to hear this, but we did find evidence this morning that someone had broken into the empty dorm across from him."

Morgan sighed, "It does help, a bit… and you agreeing to come here and sit with me even though you thought it was silly helps too, Tsukishima."

Morgan gently rested its hand over his and smiled at him sweetly. His face flushed and without even realizing it, he began leaning it toward Morgan. It matched his movements, their faces inching closer. Tsukishima pressed his lips chastly against Morgan's, it quickly threw its arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. Morgan laid back onto the couch, pulling Tsukishima along with it. His hands traveled up its side, pushing underneath its shirt.

He broke away from the kiss and looked down at Morgan, "Is this okay?"

Before it could answer, a loud banging sounded from across the room- the door. Morgan yelped and clung to Tsukishima in fear. He sat up, Morgan coming along with him- he gently rubbed Morgan's back and eased its arms off of him.

"It's okay, it's fine. I'll go check it out."

Tsukishima stood from the couch and slipped over to the door, he peered through the peephole but saw nothing. Morgan followed, huddling up against his side for protection.

"There's no one out there. They must have run already."

Morgan nodded, "They do it fast. But they'll be back, they did it a lot the other night."

Tsukishima and Morgan waited by the door in silence for the second round of knocking, and when it came, Tsukishima was quick to throw the door open, hoping to confront the pranker. But… once again there was no one. He stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways. The nearest dorm was much too far for them to have gotten inside already- but there was a maintenance closet on the other wall adjacent to Morgan's door. They'd have to be very quick, but it was possible they had slipped into the closet.

Tsukishima approached the closet, Morgan peaking its head out of its own door and watching him. He grabbed the door knob- it was unlocked, that was definitely suspicious. He yanked the door open and found- no one. He stood there in shock and confusion, how was it possible? Where had they gone?

"Well?" Morgan called.

He turned to it and shook its head, "There's… no one in there…"

Morgan slid out of their dorm, and over to Tsukishima's side. They both whipped around at the sound of footsteps speeding down the other side of the hallway- Sugimoto and Usami, with two other boys they didn't recognize in tow. One of the boys was bruised and bloody with a swollen eyes, the other was trembling in fear as Sugimoto dragged him along.

"We caught them!!" Usami was grinned madly as he skidded to a stop in front of Morgan and Tsukishima, presenting the pranksters.

Tsukishima stepped in front of Morgan, glaring at the boys, "Names. Now."

The two boys shakily told Tsukishima their names, he took them down on a notepad and nodded. "Who else is working with you?"

The boys looked confused, the one beside Sugimoto spoke up, "What do you mean who else? It's just us two."

Usami whipped around and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back, "Don't lie to us!!"

"Ah!! I- I swear I'm not lying! It's only us!" He cried.

"Let him go, Usami." Tsukishima ordered, "If there is someone else, we'll find out later. I've got to talk to administration about this anyway."

Tsukishima turned back to Morgan to find it trembling like an Italian greyhound and tears welling in its eyes, it grabbed his arm and hugged it tightly.

"It really was a ghost, Tsukishima!!"

Tsukishima patted Morgan's head gently and instructed Sugimoto and Usami on what to do with the two pranksters they'd caught. After the four of them were gone, he carefully guided Morgan back into its dorm and sat it down on its couch.

"Tsukishima…"

"Yeah, I… don't know what to tell you about that."

He thought about the knocking, the empty hallway, and the closet. The two boys had been caught at Sugimoto's dorm, which meant they were on the other side of the campus. It was still possible they were lying about there being another prankster, trying to protect their friend, but...

"Will you… stay here tonight?" Morgan asked, "I- I don't wanna be alone…"

Tsukishima nodded and made himself comfortable beside Morgan on the couch. It cuddled into his side and hid its face in his coat. Well, they might be haunted, but that wasn't so bad if it meant he could spend more time here with Morgan. And if anything else were to happen tonight, he'd be here to make sure Morgan felt safe and protected.

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Chapter Two: Take Out The Gunman

Everything feels so surreal.

It’s weird. It’s like you can feel everything and nothing at the same time.

After getting off the phone, Kento and Suguru started making a list of everyone you knew. It included all family and friends along with their phone numbers and addresses. They even included a few people who may be harboring a grudge due to Satoru’s line of work. You never considered the possibility of him being a prosecutor coming back to bite him in the ass, but they said it’s better to be safe than sorry.

To say that you’re stressed would be an understatement. Yesterday you were just a wife celebrating her pregnancy with her husband. Today, you’re bracing yourself to be questioned by law enforcement about your missing husband. People make jokes about others saying, “everything was fine, until it wasn’t.” But that’s exactly what happens and it happens when you least expect it.

Around twenty minutes after making the call, you hear your doorbell start to ring. As much as you want to break down and let all of your emotions flow, you know that you can’t. If there’s one thing you’ve learned after watching so many true crime docuseries, it’s that the first forty-eight hours are the most important. If you want to fall apart, it’ll have to wait until after then.

Kento heads over to the front door to let them in as you decide to mentally rehearse the conversation that’s about to take place. He walks back over with two men, they’re both about his height dressed in dark colored suits except one is also wearing a brown trench coat. But what’s really crazy is that one of them looks just like him! He literally looks like Kento, just with dark hair. They both even have that ‘tired of everyone’s shit’ look in their eyes. You know that’s not what you should be focusing on right now, but you’re definitely going to catalogue it and use it for jokes later.

The one in the brown trench coat approaches you and extends his arm to introduce himself. “I’m Detective Kusakabe, I’m one of the detectives who will be working on your husband’s case.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself as well.

Then Kento’s evil twin comes over to shake your hand and introduce himself to you. “I’m Detective Usami and I’ll be the other detective working with you on your husband’s case.” You don’t know why you expected them to come in here super aggressive and accusatory, but you’re glad to be proven wrong, for now.

They sit down to join you at the kitchen table and both pull out notebooks and recorders. Kento comes over to sit down next to you and starts organizing his notes he’d been taking since getting off the phone.

Detective Usami Nanami as you’re calling him in your head speaks up first, “let’s start with the easy stuff. Can we get your husband’s full name, physical description including anything that would make him stand out? I also need to know where he works and the last time he was seen.”

Damn, right into it then. You take a deep breath and start listing off information. “His name is Satoru Gojo,” and before you continue, you notice the surprised look in their eyes. “He’s 6’3, has blue eyes, and white hair. He’s the definition of stands out in a crowd. We also have matching tattoos. We have each other’s names on our ring finger and the outline of a heart on our hip bone.”

Before you can continue, Detective Kusakabe asks, “is your husband prosecutor Satoru Gojo?”

“Yes, do you know him?” That’d be ideal to have someone who knows him personally working on the case.

“I don’t. But he’s prosecuted cases a few of my colleagues have worked on. From what I’ve heard, he gets the job done. That’s a good thing, unless you’re on the opposing side” Kusakabe explains. You’re really hoping that the suspect pool didn’t just quadruple in size. “Anyway, this is good. When we start scanning CCTV footage, this will make it easier to identify him. Can you tell us everywhere that he went today?”

You tell them the exact store he went to, what time he left, and show them the timestamps of the phone call you received from him and the text message after. You never thought your obsessive nature with each other would be so beneficial, but it’s helping you provide a pretty solid timeline. So, at least there’s that.

“Now, I hate to ask this, but it’s my job, I have to,” Kusakabe starts to say and you immediately get nervous. “Is it possible that there was an extra marital affair?”

“No,” you hear Kento say in a stern tone that you rarely hear from him. Even the detectives look a little taken aback. “I know you have to ask, but that’s simply not possible. His world revolves around her and just last night they were celebrating her pregnancy, something they’ve wanted for a while now. There’s no one else.”

You always laugh at Kento’s “you can leave anytime” jokes, but hearing him say how much your husband loves you makes you feel really good.

“Okay. But does he ever just randomly take time to himself? Turn his phone off and go somewhere alone? It could anywhere from a park to a bar.” Fuck, you know they have to ask but this feels like such a waste of valuable time.

“Neither of us drink, and no to your other question. We keep in touch constantly. He texts me everyday when he gets to work, goes on his lunch break, gets off work, and when he’s in the parking lot before coming upstairs. It’s rare that we do anything else separately, whether it’s grocery shopping, or running errands. And the few times we do, we always keep in contact during the times we’re apart, and if we change plans and need to go somewhere else, we always call or text to let the other person know. We’re really strict when it comes to things like that due to all the documentaries I watch. He would never just disappear without telling me, especially when he was going to go get food to cook for his pregnant wife and our vow renewal ceremony is tomorrow.”

You’re out of breath from saying all of that, but you had to. You know how this goes for a lot of people, cops show up, insinuate that someone left of their own volition, and by the time they take the case seriously, surveillance footage has already been written over and evidence has been destroyed. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself, and your baby, if you didn’t fight for him as hard as you could, and it seems like that helped.

This time, the one that looks like Kento’s evil twin speaks up, “Okay, that’s good to know. We’re going to start canvassing the area and looking for any CCTV footage we can find. We’ll be in touch if anything comes up or if we need more information.”

Both detectives stand up, shake your hand, and Kento leads them out of the apartment. You take a deep breath and try to get your thoughts in order. Being able to feel everything and nothing at the same time is a weird phenomenon.

“Everything is going to be okay. You said Satoru was going to get groceries, that means you haven’t eaten, what do you want? I’ll order something.”

“I’m not hungry, Suguru. But, thank you.” You know that you should eat, but nothing sounds appetizing right now.

“Satoru is going to be upset when he gets back and finds out that you starved his baby.” You can’t help but giggle a little bit when he says that. It’s so dramatic.

“Low blow, Suguru Geto. Low blow.”

He’s laughing now too. “Maybe, but you know I’m right. I’ll pick something to get. We’re probably still going to have a long night. Shoko is finally out of surgery so I told her what’s going on.”

Shit, you just realized that you have to tell everyone in your shared lives that this awful thing is going on. Fuuuckkkkkk.

You know this isn’t really the time, but you have to bring it up. “Doesn’t that one detective look like–”

“Kento’s evil twin? Yeah.” You’re full on laughing now. You were thinking it was just you, but it’s not. They even have similar mannerisms, it was wild.

Kento comes back into the dining room and Suguru can’t help himself, “did you show your brother and his friend the way out?” Oh my goodness.

“What are you talking about?” He looks genuinely confused.

“If you replace his black hair with your blonde, you could be twins. I think I’ll call you Good Kento and him Bad Kento.” You’re trying not to laugh but you can’t help it.

Just as Kento’s about to respond, he takes a look at you and lets it go. He lets out a chuckle and sits next to you, but he does have one comment, “you have to surround yourself around people who are actually funny. You’re 0-2 right now.”

“It’s 0-3 if we include you Kento.” These fucking guys and their bickering. You love it. It’s everything you needed today.

While you’re waiting for food to arrive, your friends start showing up to figure out what’s going on and come up with a plan.

Utahime shows up first and she looks completely devastated for you. It’s surprising because you could have sworn she hated him, but she’s incredibly supportive and stayed by your side. You didn’t think your friend working from home would come in handy but you’re grateful she does. Really makes you think of switching careers.

Yu shows up next and decides to take charge of things computer / media related. He works as a graphic designer so he decided to start making missing person posters. You’re happy that he chose to take that burden upon himself, but when he asked you for approval on the look, it hit you. Everything thus far has been shocking, and speaking to detectives was definitely a gut punch. But having to approve of your husband’s missing persons posters? It’s almost like that’s what cemented the shock within you.

The last person to show up for the day is Choso, your childhood best friend. He and Suguru work at the same tattoo shop so they decided to adjust their schedules so that someone is always with you. Choso was a favorite at the shop because he was willing to take clients late at night and most artists don’t. But they shifted things so that he could make sure you’re not alone at night.

Everyone is concerned about leaving you alone right now which leads to what sounds like loose custody discussions. Nobody is actually afraid that you’ll intentionally hurt yourself, but they’re more concerned that due to the stress, you’ll let important things slide. They’re concerned about you falling into a depression resulting in you not eating and forgetting basic hygiene routines. And with the baby on the way, they want to make sure you’re completely healthy and taken care of, which you do appreciate.

You can’t believe how much has happened in one day. It feels like someone packed a decade of despair in the last ten hours and it’s really starting to take its toll. Before you realize, you’re starting to drift off mid conversation on your sofa. You hate to leave your guests, but it’s getting late and this day has sucked the life out of you.

You thank all your friends for coming over to support you and apologize for needing to head to your room to rest. Nobody is upset, obviously. But you still felt the need to let them know you’re grateful and that they’re welcome to stay as long as they want. With that, you go to your bedroom and start getting ready for bed.

You’re so drained that you don’t even feel like taking a shower, you don’t trust yourself in there with the heat, steam, and exhaustion. Since you still have your pajamas on, you just crawl back into bed.

After some time, you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

“It’s me,” comes Choso’s deep voice from the other side of the door.

“Come in!”

He slowly opens the door and enters your bedroom. “I was just about to go to bed, do you need anything first?”

You look down and just fidget with your hands because you honestly don’t know what you need right now other than comfort. “Will you just hang out for a little while? Until I fall asleep?”

He nods and climbs into the other side of the bed. It’s been a long time since any of your friends have spent the night. The last time was actually with Choso where he and Satoru made a giant fort that took up the entire room. It was awesome.

You put something random on the tv for some low background noise, and then try to get comfortable in bed. This is one hell of a task that you never thought would feel so daunting. Excluding middle of the day naps, you can’t remember the last time that you went to bed without your husband. The two of you have practically been glued at the hip since you started dating. Even that two year period where the only thing the two of you shared were mutual friends, you still felt like he was always there.

He went from annoying pain in the ass, to love of your life, to gone. Just, gone. Even thinking about how annoying he was in high school doesn't cushion the blow of today. He’s all you can think about and it’s sucking out all of your energy. Before you know it, you’re asleep.

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*The Next Day*

You wake up once again to an empty bed. You assume that you must have just overslept and that the day started without you. You decide to get out of bed and start your morning routine. You use the bathroom, brush your teeth, and take a quick shower. You accidentally reach for and use Satoru’s conditioner which you know is probably going to result in some teasing, but oh well. He uses your fruity and floral body wash so you’re even. Once you get out of the shower, you put your hair up in a towel, and lay an additional one across the bed so that you can lay down and air dry.

After a few minutes of air drying and playing around on your phone, you decide that it’s time to get up and get dressed. You still have some time off from work so you reach for just a pair of panties and one of Satoru’s favorite sweaters that goes all the way down to your knees. The positive thing about being on the shorter side and your husband being on the taller side is that if he has oversized items, they’re even bigger and cosier on you. You finally let your hair down and head out of your bedroom.

Once you get to the kitchen, you see Choso cooking, and it hits you. For about a half hour, you forgot about everything and thought it was normal. You thought you were just a woman who woke up alone because her husband was already on his way out the door for work. But no. He’s gone and everything comes crashing back at once giving you mental whiplash and it fucking sucks.

What. The. Fuck.

You’ve heard about stuff like this in television and movies but you didn’t think it really happened. You always wondered how someone could be in such a crazy situation and wake up completely forgetting about it and honestly, you thought it was bullshit. But, it happened to you so you have to eat those words.

Before you realize what’s happening, you feel tears streaming down your face.

Choso starts plating food and when he turns around to walk it over to the kitchen table, he immediately freezes.

He puts the plates back down and walks over to you. He stands still for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest. You’re not typically an emotional person so this makes you cry even more. You know shit is really serious when it causes other people to act out of character. Choso has always been supportive, but he’s not the ‘cuddly’ friend in your group.

“Everything felt so normal when I first woke up. Nothing was out of place and I completely forgot what happened until I came out here. This fucking sucks,” you say, deciding to start your day with a little rant.

You move away from him and go to sit down at the bar and rest your face in your hands.

“Eat,” Choso says as he places a plate in front of you.

You look up and see that he packed the hell out of that plate. You’re grateful he cooked, but damn.

“Excuse me, Mr. Kamo. I’m truly happy that you cooked, but you know I’m a petite little thing who eats in basically baby portions throughout the day, right?” You can’t help but ask him because this is enough food for Satoru.

“I know, but you’re carrying one of his freakishly long kids in there so they’re going to need the nourishment.” Fair. You definitely won’t be hungry for the rest of the day though.

He slides the plate in front of you and it’s a little bit of all of your breakfast faves. You kind of want to put your hands on your face and do the Stefan voice. ‘It has everything; eggs, bacon, pancakes, fried potatoes, waffles, sausage, fruit etc’ but you’ll save your shenanigans for another day.

When you’re about halfway through your plate, it hits you, “fuck! It’s Saturday!”

“Relax. Before he left last night, Kento called the venue, the caterers, and whoever else to properly cancel everything. You shouldn’t get calls from any angry hosts, everyone was pretty sympathetic.” That took a load off. The last thing you needed was some angry chef screaming at you for canceling at the last minute. You truly have the best friends.

“Today is my five year anniversary.” It’s like, one by one, more things to send you in a downward spiral keep piling up.

“I know, sweetheart. And I know I’m not him, but I’m here, at least I’m here for the next forty five minutes.”

You let out a soft laugh when he says that. “Forty five minutes? That’s so specific.”

“I’ll be leaving around noon, but Utahime is going to come over and stay with you. I’ll be back tonight in time for dinner.” Great, you have babysitters.

“You know, you guys don’t have to do all that. Watch me in shifts, I mean. I’ll be fine.”

“I know. But you’ve got a lot going on and we just want to be there for you, especially with an investigation and everything. It’s not like this is an everyday occurrence.” He’s right, ugh. “Finish eating. You have to feed the six foot baby that’s growing inside of you.”

“They better not come out that tall,” you respond with a laugh.

“No offense, but I have a feeling his genes are probably going to overpower yours. They’re gonna come out six feet tall and already obsessing over cavity inducing sweets.” He’s probably not wrong.

“If you guys keep making jokes, this kid is going to come out looking exactly like him, but only be as tall as Ariana Grande.” He just chuckles and starts clearing the plates and doing the dishes.

You finish breakfast and decide to return to your bedroom. You’re completely at a loss for what you’re supposed to do with yourself. Your husband is missing and you can’t even busy yourself with work as a distraction tactic because you took the week off for your trip. You can’t remember the last time your days felt this empty and it’s daunting. You always have a list of shows and movies that you want to check out, but now that you have the time, you can force yourself to be interested.

The panic comes in waves. For a little while, you’ll feel like everything will be okay. But then out of nowhere, it’s like a wave of paranoia and despair that’s all consuming. What the hell are you supposed to do? Just sit around with your thoughts? That doesn’t sound healthy. You just wish there was something you could do, besides sitting around and going through the seven stages of grief every hour.

It’s as if the universe hears your cries because your phone rings, but you don’t know who it is. You’re hoping that it’s good news, but with your luck lately, you doubt it.

“Hello?” You ask, nervously.

“Is this Mrs. Gojo?” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This feels like one of those calls.

“Uhhh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“This is detective Usami,” oh, the twin. “I know you’ve got a lot going on, but I’d like you to come down to the station. We just want you to look over a few things that will aid us in our investigation.”

“Okay. Are you asking me to look at—?”

He cuts you off then. “We haven’t recovered him if that’s what you’re asking. It’s just a few other things that might help us out.” Thank fuck.

“Okay, I’m on the way.” You end the call and just sit there. What could they need your help with? Guess it’s time to find out.

Choso enters your room and he can instantly tell that something is off. “Is everything alright?”

“The detective just called, he needs me to come down to the station, look over a few things. I was just waiting for the energy to get up and get dressed.”

He doesn’t say anything, at first, he just goes over to your closet and pulls out clothes for you. “I’ll call the shop and reschedule my clients so I can drive you.” He’s so sweet.

“I don’t want you to miss any more work for me. You already said you’d be back tonight. I can have someone else take me.”

He tries to argue back, but you’re not having any of it. Everyone in your life can’t take off work indefinitely because of your situation. Since he’ll be here tonight, you’ll have someone else go with you today. Utahime is supposed to come over today, but typically the two of you rely on rideshares. That’s definitely not something you want to be bothered with today so you’re going to have to push back her arrival until you return home. Time to call Kento.

Just as you’re reaching for your phone, it goes off, again. Well, speak of the devil

Good Twin: I’m on my way.

“Why is Kento coming over?”

“I texted him while you were lost in thought,” Choso replies as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Was I that out of it?” You’re starting to understand why someone always wants to watch you. This is not good behavior for a pregnant woman. You might accidentally forget to eat for like four days.

“Just for a minute or two, it’s okay. We got you covered.” Having such an incredible support system definitely makes you want to switch careers to becoming a victim’s advocate for people who don’t have this. You’d still be frozen in the kitchen if it wasn’t for this incredible man who’s willing to literally rearrange his life around you and what you need.

Thinking about this causes a few emotions to spill and you can’t help it. But you try to reel them in before it becomes too noticeable. But Choso sits down and takes your hand in his so you clearly didn’t move fast enough.

“I’m sorry. It’s just….. a lot.”

“Stop apologizing. Nobody is annoyed or upset with you. There’s no rulebook on how to get through something like this, you just have to go through it. But you have a support system, so lean on us, and quit feeling as if you’re burdening us, you’re not,” Choso says without skipping a beat.

You really needed to hear that because even though you’re the one with the missing spouse, you want to constantly ask if you’re being annoying by crying about it. You really can’t put a price on having people in your life who allow you to work through your emotions.

“Now get up, get dressed, and go downtown to see what they want from you. You never know, this could be something positive. Maybe they have a lead already and they need some help from the spouse to push them in the right direction.” Choso is handing out pep talks today like he’s getting paid for it, and it’s barely 11:00 in the morning.

“Wear comfortable shoes, you never know how long you’re going to be down there.” Damn, Drill Sergeant Kamo.

“Yes dad!”

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You’re standing at the bottom of the stairs that leads to the entrance of the police station when you finally start to feel a little overwhelmed. Kento arrived shortly after eleven but before Choso had to leave, so the three of you just made small talk for a little while, basically just updating each other on the different sides of the situation. During that time, you felt fine. Even in the car ride on the way over here, you felt fine. But it’s like arriving at the actual building through you completely out of whack.

Before you go inside, you take a minute to steady yourself. No matter how much people try to convince you to calm down, you just feel the paranoia growing, and it’s been a fucking day. What the hell are you going to do if this goes on for weeks, months, years? You hate jumping to the worst case scenario, but how can you not? It’s like everything is living up to make you miserable and how do you climb out of that? It feels impossible.

“Can we sit down for a minute? I just need to, I don’t know. I just need a minute.” Kento nods and the two of you go to sit down on a nearby bench. It’s times like this that you wished you smoked because you could really go for a cigarette right now.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, just wanting to bask in the chill in the air. You feel something hit your face and you’ve got to be one of the only people who has their mood drastically improved by what just happened.

“Did you feel that?”

“Mmmmm. It’s going to rain soon,” he says in response. “We should get something warm on the way back home. Hot chocolate, ramen, or whatever you want.”

He’s not typically a fan of the rain so it makes you feel really good and appreciated that he’s letting you enjoy this.

“That sounds nice. If you have some time afterwards, maybe you can hang out and we can watch something. Utahime should be over later so we can make it a little group date.”

“Sounds good. Let’s pick something with a lot of jump scares to drive her crazy.” Category is: Devious Kento. You love it.

“I’m ready to go inside now.”

He stands up and extends his hand out for you to take. You grab it and the two of you start to walk the stairs and enter the station. It’s not very inviting, but you have to be realistic and acknowledge that it’s probably not supposed to be. It’s a sea of beiges and greys on the wall with a bunch of scuff marks on the floor. It just feels so serious, dry, and clinical. You really hope you don’t end up here for hours on end.

You walk over to the receptionist and give her your name along with telling her who you’re here to see. She directs you over to a bench to wait while she tracks down the detective who summoned you here.

After only a couple minutes of waiting, Detective Evil Twin comes over to greet you. “Thank you for coming down, I understand that this is a stressful situation.”

“It’s fine. You gotta do what you gotta do, right?” You’re trying to sound as cool, calm; and collected as you can but you know it’s not effective as you reheard in your head.

“If you could just look over a few things for us, we can have you out of here pretty quickly.” He leads you and Kento throughout the station and into his office before closing the door. He walks over to a shelf and grabs a pair of latex gloves, putting them on before bringing over another box and sitting it on his desk. You. Are. Panicking. What the fuck does he need gloves for?

He opens the box and pulls out a plastic bag, sitting it on the desk, and your heart stops. “Does this look familiar to you?”

“Where did you find it?” You know what it was, immediately. It was Satoru’s phone. The screen was cracked and it was dirty, but there was no denying that it was his phone. You know for a fact because you got him the case and it was custom made.

“We found it on the side of the road, about 12 miles from your home. Someone probably didn’t want to run the risk of it being traced back to them and ditched it. Can you confirm that it belongs to your husband?”

“Yes, it’s his.” This is bad.

“I’m sorry, I understand that this is a lot. But, I need you to look over one more thing.” He seems more serious about this than the phone and that worries you. It’s hard as fuck to trace people once they’re separated from their devices so what could be more serious than that?

“What is it?” Kento asks. You almost forgot he was here.

“We have some CCTV footage we’d like you to review. We’ve collected some videos from the businesses surrounding the area where your husband was last seen and we just want you to help us make an identification. It can help us in determining what the next steps are to take.”

“Okay.” You don’t know what else to say.

Detective Usami puts the phone back in the box and returns it to the shelf. He sits back down at his desk and starts to work on his computer. There’s a lot of clicking and typing and with every sound that you hear, it starts to set your nerves on edge. After about a minute, he turns his monitor around to allow you to see what’s on the screen.

You recognize the location, it’s the parking lot of the grocery store that you and your husband frequent. You recognize the car in the footage as the one belonging to Satoru, he’s even parked in the same spot he always parks in when you go together. But so far, nothing is happening. It’s just parked cars but you have to admit it’s pretty good quality for security cameras. After about a minute, you see it. There’s a head of white hair and sunglasses on what looks like a pretty tall man and you immediately know that it’s your husband.

You don’t know what happens next, it just feels as if everything in the world has frozen all at once. You can’t hear anything, your vision feels foggy, and it’s starting to feel like it’s getting harder to breathe. You feel like you’re completely zoning out and don’t know how to pull yourself back in.

You start to hear someone calling your name and when you come to, everything isn’t what it was. You look up to see Kento with more worry across his features than you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s only then that you realize you’re no longer in the office, you’re outside in the rain.

“What’s my name?” You hear him asking you.

“Huh?”

“What’s my name?” That’s a weird question.

“Kento Nanami.”

“How’d we meet?” What’s with 21 questions?

“Middle school. I kicked a boy in the balls for harassing me and you helped me clean my Mary Janes. What the hell Kento? What’s with all the questions?”

“You went completely silent in there and walked back outside in the rain while stuck in some kind of daze. I wanted to make sure you know what’s going on and that you’re getting back to yourself.” Oh, that makes sense. “Do you remember what just happened in there?”

“Security footage stressed me out, so I left. I’m guessing that’s the long and short of it.” He nods. “Did I miss anything?”

“I don’t know, I followed you out here as soon as you started to leave.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Didn’t Choso tell you not to apologize?” Damn, are they giving each other briefings as well?

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t say anything this time, he just raises an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry. I mean, damn it!” You can’t help but put your head in your hands and laugh, this is so fucking absurd.

“It’s okay, we’ll work those ‘sorrys’ out of you.”

“That sounded kind of kinky Kento.”

His cheeks turn red as soon as those words leave your lips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just–”

“It’s okay.” You wanted to let him panic a little bit more but you can’t do that to him. It was cute though. “Now what?”

“What do you mean?” He seems genuinely confused.

“What am I supposed to do? Everything is falling apart.” You don’t know what to say, it just feels like you’re working on a 500 piece puzzle with 1000 pieces and somehow you have to make everything fit.

“Well put it back together.” He’s a saint. “Are you feeling a little bit better?”

“Define ‘better.’” Because absolutely not.

“Just good enough to go back in and review the footage. He said there’s something else in there he needs you to look over.” Fuck. That means it’s going to get worse. “We should probably also let him know that you’ve come to, we have been out here for a little while.”

“How long?” You thought that you walked out and then just came to your senses. How long were you out of it?

“Uhhh, about twenty minutes.” Your eyes widen and your brows shoot up. That’s terrifying. After this incident, you’ll never complain again about being given a babysitter. Maybe you do need one.

“I can go back in. If they need help, I don’t want to sabotage my husband by making a scene.” You have to remember why you’re here, and you want to do whatever you can. Crying won’t solve the problem and you have to remind yourself of that.

“Whenever you start to feel overwhelmed, just remember that you always have someone with you. You’ll never be alone.” Seriously, how the hell is Kento Nanami single? Panties should be hitting the floor in record speed every time he walks by. He should take some time off work and do that ‘hoe years” thing everyone says college students do.

You follow Kento back into the station and into the detective's office. You sit down and take a deep breath before you start talking. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior, I —“ he cuts you off before you can finish.

“You have nothing to apologize for, least of all to me. I speak with family members in tragic circumstances all the time and I promise you, you’re doing just fine.” You thank him for his kindness and he speaks up again. “Now, I have to warn you. What I have to show you next is shocking. But before we continue, I need you to confirm for me that this is your husband.” You look at the footage again and give him the confirmation he needs. He’s tall, lanky, and that white hair sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s the definition of stands out in a crowd.

“I apologize for what you’re about to see, but any information you can provide is crucial.” He hits play on the footage again and at first it’s very normal. You see Satoru walking to his car, grocery bags in hand, and you can tell he’s in a good mood by his upbeat walk.

As the footage continues to play, Satoru puts the bags of groceries in the backseat of the car before getting back in to drive away. “The rest of the footage we picked up from cameras outside of other businesses. But so far, does this seem normal to you?”

“Yes. He puts bags in the backseat because I don’t like not being able to see him from inside the car when the trunk is open. And that jaunty little walk is all him.” You smile a bit thinking about it. After getting back in the car, he starts to drive out of the parking lot.

“Does this look like his usual route home?” He just drove out of the lot but it is in the usual direction.

“Yes, that’s the way we take when we go together.” He nods and starts playing another video.

He plays footage from another video and that’s when things start to feel off. Footage from another businesses camera shows him making an unusual turn, that’s concerning. He turns into what looks like an alleyway and parks the car. He sits for about ten seconds before getting out and opening the back door. He opens the door and then closes it again before turning around to get back in the front seat.

But that’s not what happens. When he starts to turn back around, he’s hit by something. All you can see is an arm, a blurry shot of the object, and a tiny bit of the person's face. Just when it looks like the perpetrator is coming out, the camera shifts to another area.

“What the fuck just happened?!” You’re irate. Why would it just cut off like that?

“This business in particular has what I like to call, a ‘pain in the ass’ feature on their security cameras. They only record in each direction for about two minutes before they cut to another camera surrounding the area. Due to that, we’re unable to see the rest of that altercation.”

“Are there any other cameras that face that direction?” You’re concerned, but you’re also just fucking mad.

“Unfortunately, this block is taken up by a strip mall and this particular store takes up this entire section and there’s nothing else that would reach this alleyway.” Fuck. “By the time the camera comes back around, his car is gone. I’m sorry you had to see that, but I have to ask you, did the attacker look familiar to you?” You honestly don’t want to think, you just want to break shit, but nothing is close by.

“Uhhhh, I don’t know, it’s hard to tell. The footage was so fast and blurry that it’s hard to really see them. Kento, what about–?” you look over to him and see nothing but pure rage.

“Do you have anything else of these assholes,” he says through gritted teeth. You’ve never seen him like this and it surprises you. With his monotone and ‘over the bullshit’ attitude he has when it comes to Satoru, you started to wonder if he liked him at all. But now you can see that he truly cares and he’s just been putting on a brave face for you, he’s amazing.

“We have footage from a few other cameras outside of businesses. Were able to catch his car and perpetrators for a few more blocks before they disappeared completely.” Detective Usami plays more videos back to back to try and see if you can catch a glimpse of the driver. The windows are so tinted that it makes it difficult, all you know is that it’s not Satoru.

“I don’t know who that guy is and it’s hard to get a clear picture. Is that all you have?” He nods.

“As of right now, we’re still trying to locate surveillance cameras located in the direction the car was driving to, but it looks like it may have ended up on the freeway. With the exits, that makes it hard to pinpoint anything.” They’ve done more in a day than you expected them to and you’re grateful for that at least.

“Did you check the GPS on the car?” You ask him.

“Your husband's car has GPS tracking on it?”

“Yes. I don’t really drive but he made sure the car had tracking in case I ever wanted to. It even tells you what doors are opened at what time, seatbelt logs, all that good stuff.”

His eyes light up like you just handed him the golden ticket. You give him all the details you have on your Satoru’s vehicle along with the password to his phone, email, social media, everything. After making a note of all of it, he tells you that you’re free to go home for the day and that he’ll call you if anything else comes up. Kento stands up and leads you out of the station with his hand on your back.

Once you get outside, you let out a deep breath, this whole day has been terribly overwhelming. You turn to Kento and ask, “do you have a cigarette?”

He chuckles before he responds, “no, but I kind of want one myself. But you can’t have one, you’re growing a big headed white haired baby in there.”

“Damn, do any of you think this kid is going to look like me?” You ask as you start laughing.

“No,” he responds in his signature stoic manner and starts to lead you back to his car.

Once you’re both seated inside, you ask, “what now?” You feel like you can’t even figure out basic things anymore.

“I’m going to take you home and cook you dinner. Then you’re going to relax to try to destress after what happened.”

“I’m sorry Kento.” People told you not to apologize but you can’t help it.

“For what? You haven’t done anything.”

“Choso has rearranged and missed work. Suguru has rearranged and missed work. I don’t want you to also be disrupted.” Is anyone going to be able to pay their bills by the time this is over?

“Don’t feel bad. I don’t have a lot of things lined up anyway. But even if I did, this takes priority. Please don’t guilt trip yourself, none of this is your fault.”

“Okay.” You reply with a soft voice, barely a whisper.

“You aren’t crying. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want you to feel that way. But I thought after that footage, that you’d be crying.” He seems nervous saying that like he’s expecting a bitchy response.

“I’m too angry to cry, Kento. I just want to find the fuckers who did this and ruin their lives.” You don’t care nor want to hide your vitriol towards these losers.

“Then that’s what we’re going to do. But tonight, we’re feeding your daughter.”

“Why do you say ‘daughter’?” You haven’t given that much thought yourself.

“I just feel like there’s going to be some daddy’s girl onesies coming around. It’s just a feeling.” Daddy’s girl huh? That doesn’t sound half bad.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ You’ve arrived back home and Kento decided to stay and cook dinner. One of Choso’s clients canceled on him at the last minute so he was able to skip out of work early and return home sooner. Utahime also decided to still come over assuming that you’d need some support after having to go down to the police station, and she was right. So the four of you just decided to enjoy a quiet night in together.

You tell them everything that you saw today. From your husband peacefully walking to his car, to him being attacked and then disappearing. If you thought you were upset about that camera cutting off, it paled in comparison to how upset they were. ‘Why the fuck do businesses even have cameras if they’re ineffective due to stupid fucking features’ was what Utahime said and she’s not wrong. Even though she works from home, she still has a complete security system because you can never be too safe.

After relaying the events of the day, you decide to pull out a couple fluffy blankets and pillows and bring them over to the living room. Choso and Kento start to bring plates of food over while you and Utahime make the place feel more ‘homey’ and pick something to watch. With everything going on, all of you just want something light that doesn’t require a lot of attention. That resulted in you putting on Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. It’s colorful, campy, and even Kento is getting into it which surprises you because he works so much that it almost feels like there’s no room for anything else. You decide to pull out your phone and take a photo of your group along with the tv because you know Satoru won’t believe this without evidence.

After finishing dinner and watching another movie, the events of the day start to catch up to you and decide that it’s time for you to start getting ready for bed. Choso insists on the cleaning so Kento and Utahime decide to head out as well so that he can give her a ride home.

If there’s one thing you’re trying to remember to do, it’s take care of yourself and keep up whatever morning / bedtime routines that you have. You set up a playlist on your phone and take a shower. You even do one of your longer hair care routines and take the time to just enjoy the steam and wash off the stress of the day. Once you get out, you do your full skin care routine, which you struggle to finish on a regular day, and then head to bed.

By the time that you step out of the bathroom, you see that Choso has already been there and set it up for you. He put out your heating pad, one of the squishmallows that Satoru got you, and one of your softest blankets. He’s always been really great to you, but he’s definitely going above and beyond for you right now and you’re incredibly appreciative.

“I hope it’s not too much, I just didn’t want you to have to do too much,” he says sheepishly.

“I love it, thank you. Will you stay with me, again, tonight?”

“Of course. I even brought over those Dr. Seuss pajamas you act like you don’t love.” This fucking guy. For Christmas one year, Satoru got Choso these fucking glow in the dark Grinch pajamas. To be fair, they are kind of awesome. Until you’re about to go to bed and he’s still shining up the room once you turn the lights off.

“I love Dr. Seuss. I just want to see a little more Wacky Wednesday and a little less Grinch sometimes, that’s all. Variety is the spice of life.”

“The ‘spice of life’ quote? You’re definitely tired. I’ll take a shower and then I’ll come join you.”

You get into bed with your notebook and you gel pens and decide to take this time to write a letter for Satoru. When he returns, you don’t want him to feel like he missed too much so you decided that you’re just going to include everything. It might get boring, but who cares. You miss him so much and it really hits you once you start writing everything down. You miss everything from him drowning his breakfast in syrup to the point that it’s inedible, to him shaking his hair around like a wet dog once he gets out of the shower. People weren’t kidding when they said it’s the ‘little things’ that you miss the most. You also include a bit in there about how everyone thinks the baby is going to look exactly like him instead of you.

Once you start thinking about the baby again, it reminds you that you have a doctor’s appointment coming up soon. He always said that he’d be there for every doctors appointment, all your cravings, everything. You’re disappointed, but more for him, that he may not be here to see it. With everything going on, you’re wondering if you should reschedule it. Then again, since there’s no end date on this shitsuation, you should probably just go for it.

You must be lost in thought because you don’t even notice that Choso enters the room until he starts talking. “You okay?”

“Yeah….. no. I was just thinking about the fact that I have a doctor's appointment in a little over a week and he may not be here for that.”

“Hmmm. Let me know the exact date and time. I’ll make sure I’m available, just in case.” You don’t even know what to say so you just reach your arms out for a hug.

He gets into the opposite side of the bed and the two of you fall asleep to one of those shitty Tubi original movies.

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It happens every time you wake up.

For the first few minutes, you go through your morning routine and feel normal. But once you walk into the rest of your home, you realize it’s anything but. It’s not like your furniture is out of place or Satoru left it incredibly messy, but it just doesn’t feel like your home anymore. A part of you wants to leave and go stay somewhere else, but you also want to be here if he comes back. Well, when he comes back.

You wish you were more of a glass half full type of person, but you can’t help but think the worst. You don’t know what you’d do if you were constantly alone. You even gave Suguru and Choso your office so that they can still get work done while they’re here and not feel like they need to completely hover over you.

A routine has started to build where Suguru is here during the day and Choso is here at night. You never thought them working at the same studio would benefit you so much. Kento calls a couple of times a day to check up, and Utahime stops by on her way home from work everyday. You’ve seen Shoko a few times, but being a doctor must take its toll.

Yu has been active on social media trying to raise awareness for your husband's case and he’s been successful in raising attention to it. A few days ago his case appeared on the news and you fainted when you saw it, you fucking fainted, that’s never happened before. The broadcast resulted in a flood of tips, but so far they’ve all been worthless.

Well, all except for one.

It’s almost been a month since you went to the station and spoke with Detective Usami and you hadn’t heard anything back until last night. The report that aired earlier that day resulted in one tip that didn’t turn out to be a dead end.

Detective Usami called you to let you know that Satoru’s car had been found. At first you think, great. But when they tell you that it’s been set on fire, that dashed any semblance of hope that you had. Your biggest fear was that he was in it, but he wasn’t.

What. The. Fuck.

This took place in an isolated area so unfortunately there aren’t any cameras that could have captured anything. The one positive; they said, was that there was evidence found inside. They found blood, although they haven’t determined who it belongs to yet. And they found a few strands of hair that obviously don't belong to either of you so there’s that. But you’ve been told that it can take months to get results back on tests like that so basically, don’t hold your breath.

On top of everything, your pregnancy symptoms are hitting you hard. The nausea and the fatigue have really been doing a number on you. You asked Shoko about it and she said it’s probably just the stress making everything you feel ten times worse. You’ve had a couple checkups and things seem to be progressing well, it seems you just need to keep yourself calm.

His baby. Fuck. Why didn’t you insist on going with him? Was this your fault for being lazy?

“Stop overthinking, it’s not your fault.” Damn. Come through psychic Suguru.

“I can’t help it. How do I cope with the guilt?”

“You have to accept the fact that you’re a petite, pregnant little thing and if he couldn’t fight them off, you probably couldn’t. Stop blaming yourself. I’m making lunch, what do you want?”

“Damn. What a transition.” It feels like he just said that your husband might be dead but eat a sandwich. Oh my.

“Sitting around with your thoughts isn’t doing you any good. Come cut some potatoes.” Yes dad.

“Potatoes for lunch? What are you making?”

“I was planning on a shrimp scampi. I don’t really need the potatoes, I just wanted to give you something to do.” That’s fair.

You two spend some time in the kitchen completing his list of tasks for lunch. He was right, it was good to give you something to do. Maybe you’ll go back to work. You pushed most of it off to your assistants, but sitting around stressing isn’t bringing your husband home sooner. If your appointment goes well tomorrow, maybe you’ll try to get something back to normal after that.

But there’s one thing that’s been on your mind the past day or two. You haven’t asked anyone because you’ve been afraid of their answer, but you’re curious to know.

“Suguru, what do you think happened?” He freezes. He’s pretty chill so that reaction catches you off guard.

He looks at you, a more serious face than you’ve seen on him in quite some time before speaking. “Honestly, I think he’s out there, alive. We just have to find him.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“To make you feel better? No. I truly do believe that.” You smile in response, that definitely gives you more hope. “What do you think?” Shit. You didn’t think he’d ask you, but it is fair.

“I’m more hoping for the best but expecting the worst kind of person. My opinion changes throughout the day. I believe in him, so I believe he’ll come back. But I know the statistics and that causes me to feel nothing but dread. I’ll never stop looking though. I just hope what you believe comes true soon.” He nods and goes back to preparing lunch.

Once he’s done cooking, you both head to the dining room table and decide to eat together.

“Distract me, how’s work,” you say to him.

“A customer came in and said he wanted to tattoo a portrait of his naked girlfriend on his thigh in front of a battlefield.” Damn, what an idea.

“Are you gonna do it?” You ask with way too much enthusiasm.

“That’s what I was working on earlier. He was upset when I said I had to shave his leg to do it though.”

“What, why?! Are you supposed to tattoo over hair?”

“He said his girlfriend liked the hair. But not everyone who comes in makes no sense. Another guy said he wants a cartoon version of the cat from Hausu playing the piano.” That actually sounds really cute.

“That one sounds really cool, be sure to take a picture.” He hums in response.

This is nice. But you miss your husband throwing food at you across the table.

After you finish eating, it’s about time for Suguru to clock out of babysitting duty and time for Choso to clock in.

You decided to go back to your bedroom and just watch tv. This has been an everyday occurrence now that you have nothing better to do to fill your time. Your day is basically just movies, Candy Crush, and writing letters for Satoru. You even got a cute little box with a ribbon to keep them in.

Choso comes into your room and takes a seat at the foot of your bed. “Do you wanna do something tonight?” Usually when he comes over, he works, you guys eat, and then sleep. You haven’t been super fun like when you guys would go out and do stuff so you do feel kinda bad. It must be boring sitting around with a sulking person all the time, but you genuinely don’t know what to do with yourself.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so boring lately, but I think I’m just gonna sit here.”

“Hmmmm. Then come sit with me while I work. It’s not good to sit around in the dark by yourself all day.”

You nod in agreement and follow him to the other room. He brings another chair over to the desk so that you can sit with him while he works on sketches. Occasionally he’ll ask you questions about what he’s doing, whether it’s if he should alter certain details, play with coloring, or even start over. It’s nice that he’s trying to include you even though he’s the expert.

“You’re not boring” he says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“You’re not boring. You’re going through a lot. I don’t expect you to want to go to bars or do crazy bullshit. I just don’t want you by yourself all the time. It’s not good for you. I don’t expect you to be the funny friend in the room right now, I just want you to get through this and it starts with the small things.” Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “This is just a bump in the road and things will be better when Satoru gets home.”

“Do you really believe that or is that something both you and Suguru came up with at work to make me feel better.”

He turns to you and looks you straight in the eyes, “I believe that.” Then he goes back to sketching.

Maybe it’s time to start having the faith the people around you seem to have.

“Will it distract you if I play stuff on my phone?” you ask him. He nods so you start browsing through your streaming services. You don’t want anything that requires you to pay too much attention and then you come across the perfect show.

“Ink Master? Of all the shows you could have picked?” He asks and you laugh.

“Why not? You’re a tattoo artist. Maybe you’ll learn something.”

He scoffs before saying, “maybe they’ll learn from me.”

He’s not wrong. He is one of the most requested artists in the shop. But you think it’s mostly because of the fanbase of young ladies trying to get his attention. You witnessed it firsthand when you and Satoru went to get your matching tattoos and you saw a few girls glaring at you and the silly memory makes you laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m just thinking about how jealous those girls were when they saw me getting tattooed by you.”

“Oh, and how they looked twice as angry once they saw you start walking out with Satoru?”

“I forgot about that part. It’s basically a normal occurrence.” You got used to the stares in school.

“I bet they wouldn’t be so jealous if they knew that his jokes weren’t funny and he really likes lollipops.” You slap his arm then.

“His jokes are funny!” You always have to defend your husband's sense of humor.

“They’re not. You’re just biased because you love him. He also gives way too many movie spoilers and wears too much blue.” Damn. It feels like he’s been holding that in for quiet some time.

“Anything else you wanna add to the list?” You can barely say through the laughs. “Gonna blame him for world events while you’re at it?”

“I think he’s been dying his hair white this entire time and nobody has caught him and that means that he’s committed over ten years of lies. He probably has naturally black hair.”

He said that. He said it with a straight face. He said it with a straight face and you’re laughing so much tears are building up. What a dick. You love him.

After a couple of episodes, your phone is starting to die so you take that as a sign to go to bed. You leave Choso to his work since you distracted him for a while and return to your bedroom. You go through your closet and decide to sleep in one of Satoru’s giant shirts tonight.

You tumble into bed and fall asleep hoping that tomorrow will bring better news.

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Last night you were hoping that today would bring better news and it seems that that’s the case.

Well, maybe.

This morning you woke up to see three missed calls from Detective Usami and a voicemail and it immediately set you on edge. You wanted to listen to it, but you were terrified to do it alone. Choso already left for work and Suguru had an appointment that he couldn’t get out of which left you by yourself for the first time in weeks.

You didn’t know what to do, so you called Kento to come over. He was also the one who went with you to the station so it makes sense that he’s here for this. You also really wanted him to be here just in case you got bad news over the phone. After he arrived and you listened to the voicemail, you realized it was actually pretty vague. Just the usual, “Mrs. Gojo, would you please come down to the station and answer a few questions for us? We also have something we’d like you to review.”

Now you’re rummaging through your closet trying to find something to wear. You’ve been lounging around the house in pajamas so much you almost forgot that you had anything else. You throw on a pair of jeans, one of Satoru’s sweaters, a pair of Chuck’s, and grab your purse before you and Kento head out the door.

You practically run to his car and realize that you didn’t exert enough energy panicking because you’re still super jittery during the ride.

Once he starts driving down the road, you can’t help but blurt out, “I’m fucking nervous, Kento!”

“Relax.” Nice, now you are. Except, you’re not.

“But what if they wanted me to come down and identi–?”

He cuts you off before you have a chance to finish that question. “That’s not the type of voicemail they’d leave if they expected you to come down and identify his body. So, relax. There’s probably just more surveillance footage or something.”

He’s probably right.

He must sense that you’re nor calming down because he does a complete subject change. “I haven’t seen you in awhile. How are you, how’s the baby?”

“The doctor says everything looks normal. Shoko has been checking on me a lot as well.”

“Satoru will be happy to hear that.” Him too?

“Why do you say that?” You’re really starting to wonder if this is a story everyone came up with to calm you down in times of panic.

“I think you’re annoying fuck of a husband is out there somewhere and we just need to find him.” Okay, make a note to add ‘annoying fuck’ to his next birthday card.

“Really? I asked Suguru and Choso the same thing and that’s the answer I got. I’m starting to think you guys just don’t want me to fall apart.”

“We don’t. But I don’t say things I don’t mean. Your husband is a martial arts expert and hard headed as hell, I think it’ll take more than a couple of hits to the head to keep him down for good. He’s out there waiting to annoy me again, we just have to keep looking,” he says without missing a beat. “You also need to keep it together for the baby. I don’t want to bring you down, but, if something did happen to where he’s not coming back, do you want to lose the last part of him you have left? That’s why I want you to remain as calm and stress free as possible. Stop apologizing for people being there for you. Lean on us, that’s why we’re here.”

Ugh, he’s right. So far most people have been pretty vague about what they think his fate is, but it’s nice to know that the people you spend the most time with have so much faith.

Just as you’re wrapping up your conversation, he pulls up outside the police station and it feels like your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“Before we go in, can I just have a minute?” You ask him.

“Of course.”

You just need a minute to let out the crazy possibilities to run through your head so you can then talk yourself down.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

He gets out of the car and walks over to open your door for you. You step out and are immediately hit with a wave of nausea. You don’t know if it’s the situation or the pregnancy, but you’re over it. He holds out an arm for you and helps you up the steps. You have to admit, you’re going to miss people babying you when you’re no longer pregnant. Once you get to the door, he stops to ask you if you’re ready to go in. You nod and he leads you to the reception desk where one of the detectives on your case is already waiting.

“Mrs. Gojo.”

”Detective Kusakabe.”

He narrows his eyes at you and Kento like he’s seeing something that you’re supposed to keep hidden. It probably doesn’t look good showing up with the same man multiple times, arms locked while your husband is missing. You just hope nobody starts to think you have something to do with it because of this.

“I’m aware my partner called you this morning, I’ll take you to his office.“ When you arrive, he knocks on the door before stepping away to return to his other duties. Not the best when it comes to bedside manners apparently.

“Mrs. Gojo and Mr. Nanami, thank you for coming on such short notice,” Detective Usami says as he greets the both of you. “I apologize for my partner, a few more cases have been handed to us and sometimes he doesn’t manage the stress as well.”

“It’s fine.” You lie. “Your job can’t be easy, but I appreciate all that you’re trying to do for us.”

“I’m glad you feel that way because I’m hoping that you can help me. We’ve come across some new surveillance footage and I was wondering if you could take a look and tell me if anything looks familiar.”

“Of course, anything I can do to help.” You feel like you’re going to pass out.

He turns his computer monitor around so that you can get a good look at the screen. You sneak a peek at Kento and he’s staring intently. It almost makes you wonder if he’s seeing something that you’re missing. You look back at the screen, but nothing stands out. You continue to look at the time at the bottom of the video and notice that two minutes have gone by and you’ve seen nothing.

But then you see it.

It’s him. Your fucking husband.

He’s walking down the street in a red tee shirt and jeans.

You already know something is off about him though because in the ten years you’ve known Satoru, he’s never worn red. He fucking hates it actually. Well, on himself. But you can still tell that it’s him. He’s tall, towering over everyone actually. White hair and when it switches to another camera angle, you get a clear shot of his face, it’s him.

You immediately start crying. You try to speak, but you can’t. Thankfully, Kento does it for you.

“When was this filmed?” He asks.

“A week ago.”

[gumbaigumbai]

Ramblings on Modern AU Ogata

Modern AU Ogata has so much potential when it comes to the different ways his mental instability could be displayed, along with his living situation as well.. so I'll write down some thoughts I've had/collected below (& I'm well aware Noda mentioned he'd be a dentist but I wanna explore other possibilities)

^ to preface I've read a couple works on ao3 abt this as well so some ideas are heavily inspired

Work: I think a job as a photographer would translate over his sniper skills very well, links such as steady hands and a good eye, staying still in a required position, "shooting", and freelance of course.. Though I don't think this would pay well enough for him to maintain a decent living, so he would primarily work as a morgue attendant for a couple reasons; respect given when needed, no customer interactions (or if so, very few), most talking is between co-workers which I don't imagine there's plenty of, he wouldn't be opposed to being in the space w. all the corpses, it could worsen his mental state (🤤), to an extent links back to his "canon" modern job via medical field

As for the home life; small apartment, can't imagine him caring about upkeeping the place or getting "fashionable" furniture so most items inside are just necessities. while he was only doing photography he used to sleep on a mattress but after the attendant job he upgraded to a simple bed. Definitely has a computer setup that he saved up for, used for editing/organizing his pictures and doom scrolling. I like to think he has some interest that he researches in his spare time, could be really into the history & different types of guns, or if we want to be less on-the-nose he'd enjoy deep sea creatures - just reading up on them or watching videos, maybe those informational documentaries. Also has a small amount of fondness towards Hello Kitty (bc ofc I have to add this), though it's something he's embarrassed to admit (Usami found this out & never let him hear the end of it)

Relationship w. ppl

I think he'd be pretty good at coming off as collected while working (outside of home) but when he's not required to talk with others he's contrived in public, says the bare minimum and leaves. He'd keep in touch with Usami and Tsukishima - they always have to reach out first but in his better moods sometimes he starts talking w. Usami. He used to have some sort of relationship with Tsurumi (relationship not used in a romantic sense here) but they fell out and he doesn't have contact with him anymore. Yuusaku has his # and tries inviting him over for the holidays but he declines most of the time, another instance where you must catch him while he's prone to social gatherings..

Mental state 😻

Okay this is where I take a lot of liberty so I apologize if ppl don't like this… I think he would definitely be depressed to some extent, falling into episodes where he's more of an active suicide risk, but it's not often enough to become debilitating to carry on normally. He wouldn't reach out for help, and would over time get much worse before he ever gets better (I'd like to think in the modern world he'd have a real chance at reformation though). Usami would unintentionally worsen Ogata's mental state by affirming his negative thoughts, though as an avid Usao shipper I have to give myself a treat and pretend Usami would take care of him during his worst times… And wouldn't make fun of his attempt at getting better if he ever enters therapy (delusion works in mysterious ways). Ogata would engage in self-destructive behavior; taking light drugs at a younger age but as he got older he resorted to sh. The first step towards rehab however would be a holiday dinner with Yuu where he actually showed up, and they entered a genuine conversation over his issues after Yuu grilled him enough about his worries.

Anyway, sorry this was so long & I didn't include many other characters, & if you just don't really see this as plausible for him - I like to play with him like a Lalaloopsy in my head

[tewwor]

general wishlist & interaction kickoff .

* will be adding / rbing this as i go — yes, i know this is an extensive list ( thank you for taking the time to glance over it! ) likes will be taken as interest for me to jingle my way over and yap about what specific point(s) interest you!

MINSOO .

more undercover plots and/or situations where he has to actively work with someone ( he may not initially like ) to achieve a common goal.

hey, someone talk to him about why he's so into folks that are mean. maybe even ... break through his constant observation of another's intentions and have him trust fully — idk i just think it'd be good for him maybe.

instances where he intercepts and takes a devastating blow that should've been for your muse. he shouldn't transmute himself anymore to heal either, so ...

situationships / one night stands that turn into something more :o)

alternatively, enemies to friends and/or lovers :o) he can be narsty when he wants to be

NANA .

someone take care of him. be it when he's sick or anytime post-canon where he has a long road of recovery ahead of him.

more threads in his villain verse. i know i'm a bit slower with these, but i promise the plots will be juicy.

i also need more threads in his vampire verse. if you want some tension — look no further. also all of my vampires default to a numbing / paralytic venom / able to be out in the sun / has magical attributes that align with their main canon power(s) / has both top and bottom fangs .

run normal, every day errands with him. go grocery shopping. cook with him. sort laundry. pick out new plants for him to buy and care for.

get him to retire post-canon. he's going to try and continue to work as a sorcerer. while it is possible for him to reach the same level of efficiency as before, the learning curve is steep and who knows if he'll be able to get the hang of things before being met with another untimely demise. also, he'd do very well as an assistant manager or teacher.

threads that revolve around him dabbling in being a food content creator. while he debates what path to go in life, he starts to make cooking videos — mostly to help keep his mind off of things. his face is never shown and he doesn't talk, but his videos gain a lot of traction. the option to go full time that way is also present.

SUHYEON .

detectives / private eyes: could be one of the few that were involved in his murder. it's been closed for a few years, but maybe it left an impact with how harrowing the details were. could be interesting if suhyeon learned about their involvement and see how he reacts.

crime aligned muses: supernatural themes or not, there's a very real possibility that your muse might know / still be in contact with suhyeon's brother, kyong ( who now leads the byun jopok ). this could even open up some avenues pre-death where suhyeon was aligned to inherit everything instead of kyong. also, it's important to note that suhyeon does not harbor any ill will towards his brother despite knowing how his murder had been orchestrated by him. so revenge plots aren't his schtick unless someone else he cares about is involved.

aslan vc 'ride me' except it's 'wield me'. someone form a contract with this goober so he can shut up and quit eating other blades out of spite.

USAMI .

requesting someone stubborn enough to stick around despite how god awful he is during the binding vow or implanted tracker/trigger days. doesn't even have to be an active thing either. just knowing / occasionally interacting with him to then contrast how he acts once the higher ups are killed ... i just need folks to understand the burden of his suffering and maybe offer a hand when he's convinced he needs to shoulder everything himself.

more mission threads. doesn't matter the timeline, i love writing action and the nuances of his technique.

more threads in his uwabami verse. he's just a giant snake yokai that likes to eat ( and gets wrongfully pinned for causing so much chaos when it's really not his fault ). totally cool and normal and fine — you get to interact with a lil' snake?

crime muses: haven't written anything in this verse yet! there's a lot of potential for usami to work against other orgs, though. perhaps even work together under a strained alliance.

more interactions in his curse verse. either as someone that actually helps him grow past being a curse womb ( just a tiny snake that eats a bunch of people ), or general interactions of seeing a once sorcerer & potentially hearing his truth for once.

[mars-ipan]

looks at you . realllyyyyy hard.............. hey................ can u tell me more about sinner hajime bearding w. chiaki and his shame over it im thinking about it and how it affects him real bad.. r they dating married.. r they just a random fling i need to know the deets i need the DEETS!!!!!!!!! sits down

OK SO. i have NOT spent a lot of time on this so bear with me bc i’m mostly figuring this part out as i go. it’s going under a cut tho bc i know myself

ok. to start with. chiaki is one of the first people hajime meets when he moves in— they’re neighbors and in true midwestern fashion she brings him a casserole as a welcome gift. from there they become fast friends! i think, like most people in town, chiaki goes to church on sundays, but she isn’t there often outside of that. she’ll show up to events and volunteer from time to time, though! maybe she occasionally helps at sunday school. maybe it’s her that gets hajime thinking about trying to confess in the first place! she’d never pressure him into going or imply that he had any particular sins to confess, but i think hearing someone he trusts speak highly of the priest there would get him thinking.

anywho. chiaki ends up introducing hajime to a few of her friends, though he doesn’t really connect with them too deeply. they all get along nicely though, and while hajime does have his Guilt following him at all times he feels a bit better after he hangs out with her and her friends— takes his mind off of things for a bit. she has a rabbit named usami, too! she reminds hajime of some of the animals he helped raise on the farm back home. but hajime and chiaki end up basically being besties not long after hajime’s moved in. chiaki eventually develops feelings for hajime, and since she trusts him to be kind regardless of whether he reciprocates, she tells him almost right away. hajime is ecstatic— this is an opportunity! a girl, a nice girl who likes him. if there was any girl that hajime could fall in love with, it’d be her. and if he loves her, then he won’t have any of these other thoughts! he won’t be wondering what his priest looks like under the robes if he has a girlfriend— it’s perfect! so he says yes, and they begin to date.

hajime tells Father Komaeda basically immediately— he’s excited! look, Father, your teachings are working! i’m in a heterosexual relationship, this is what God wants! except…. komaeda isn’t as enthusiastic as hajime expects. supportive, absolutely, his smile as bright as ever, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. he doesn’t celebrate. he tells hajime he’s happy for him— chiaki’s a lovely girl, after all— but reminds him that resisting temptation is not a one and done battle. going out with chiaki is a step in the right direction, absolutely. however, he warns, hajime shouldn’t be too surprised if he finds himself struggling to shake away his impure thoughts. these things don’t disappear overnight. in fact, they should continue their lessons to help make sure that hajime can stay on this path to the light. hajime agrees immediately, thanking komaeda for his wisdom. still, though, he feels positive about this! having someone else to focus on will make leaving behind these unwanted lusts much easier.

except… hajime can’t make himself want her, not in that way. he tries. god, he tries. he loves chiaki, truly he does, but he doesn’t feel as fuzzy as he thinks he should when he holds her hand. kissing her feels like kissing a wall. he freezes up uncomfortably every time she tries to initiate anything further, and, saint that she is, she backs off every time without any hard feelings. he enjoys spending time with her, and holding her, but he’s not… he can’t get himself to desire her. not to mention, the impure desires haven’t gone away, not at all. they’re just as bad as they were before— in fact, they seem to slowly be getting worse. he doesn’t know what to do. hajime cares about chiaki, so much, and he doesn’t want to hurt her. she’s his best friend, and the last thing he wants to do is break her heart. plus, if he breaks up with her, then isn’t that like admitting defeat to his sins? like saying he can’t overcome them? and if he breaks up with her, what does he even say? that he can’t bring himself to be attracted to her? that he’s never been able to think of her in that way, only with… no. there’s no way he can tell her that, she’ll be disgusted. but he hates the idea of lying to her and stringing her along. his only option is to keep trying. he’ll be a better boyfriend, he’ll fall in love, he has to. she deserves someone who loves her, and maybe he can be that someone, if he just keeps trying.

hajime confesses all of this to Father Komaeda, of course, who hears all of it and simply nods. while he agrees that hajime should keep the true nature of his thoughts from her, he also subtly suggests that hajime break off the relationship if he’s not in love with her— lying is a sin, too, and true, holy love cannot be forced into being. perhaps they’re simply better off as friends?

hajime thinks about that advice, but he can’t bring himself to do it. he doesn’t want to hurt her, and he especially doesn’t want to lose her.

here’s the thing. chiaki is observant. she’s just that kind of person, she’s a good judge of emotion. she can tell that hajime seems uncomfortable showing affection to her, even if he’s trying. at first, she chalks it up to nerves, but when it doesn’t go away and almost seems to get worse, she starts to wonder what’s wrong, why he doesn’t seem to be that into her. so she looks a little closer. she notices that hajime prays a lot more often now than when he first moved in. she hears him mumble to himself when he thinks she isn’t listening, things about being wrong and having to try harder, having to be better. she knew from the start that hajime has some deep insecurities— he’s not very good at hiding it— but it’s worse than she thought. hajime’s been going to church near-daily now, and when she goes with him to mass on sundays she sees the way he watches the sermon, almost enraptured. she knows he gets along well with Father Komaeda— in fact, she’d consider them close friends. eventually, she notices things— hajime blushes with his whole face… when Father Komaeda is close to him. he sings the Father’s praises regularly, often thanking chiaki for telling him about the church so he could find his faith again. in moments of vulnerability, hajime has told her that he confesses somewhat frequently— what about, he never told her, but he assured her that he hadn’t hurt anybody so she never pressed him about it. the pieces click into place, and oh… oh, hajime.

unlike hajime, chiaki has nothing against homosexuality. she believes that god’s love comes in many forms, and so long as the people in a relationship truly love each other, then it doesn’t really matter what gender they are, does it? at first, she’s a bit hurt that hajime didn’t tell her, but she quickly reminds herself that hajime seems to deeply resent this part of himself— chances are, he’s yet to even accept it. she hurts for him, i think. she doesn’t like seeing her best friend be so cruel to himself over how he loves. she keeps up the relationship for a couple weeks, to give him the chance to tell her. when it’s clear that he doesn’t plan on telling anyone anytime soon, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

when chiaki approaches hajime and tells him she thinks they’d be better off as friends, he panics. he practically begs her to stay together, asks what he did wrong, promises he’ll do whatever it takes to keep this relationship alive, anything. chiaki looks at him softly, takes his hands in hers, and tells him that it’s okay, he hasn’t done anything wrong. she knows how much he cares about her, but there’s nothing either of them can do if they simply aren’t romantically compatible. “you can’t help who you love,” she tells him. hajime’s breath seems to stutter at that, and he pulls her into a tight hug, apologizing and sobbing gently into her shoulder. it’s a bit awkward physically, since chiaki’s pretty short in comparison to hajime, but she holds him as best she can. when he eventually pulls back, she tells him that they’ll always be best friends, okay? hajime sniffles, smiles, apologizes for breaking down like that, and agrees. best friends. he still doesn’t tell her. she doesn’t ask him to. he’ll tell her when he’s ready.

hajime tells komaeda about the breakup less than 24 hours after it happens. komaeda offers him a kind, gentle smile, clearly meant to reassure him. it reaches his eyes. “i’m sorry things didn’t work out, but i’m grateful you were able to maintain your friendship,” he says. he promises hajime that being single won’t doom him, and that he can still be freed of his sin even if he doesn’t have a nice girl to settle down with at the moment. they will continue their guidance, and one day hajime will be purified. hajime thanks his priest for all he’s done for him. Father Komaeda says he’d do anything to help someone dear see the glory of God.

[watori-fics]

Draw More, Hyuse!

Characters: Tamakoma members (Hyuse | Youtarou | Konami | Chika | Osamu | Yuma) Summary: Hyuse is amazingly good at drawing, which excites Youtarou and the gang at Tamakoma. Moments that makes Youtarou become Hyuse’s biggest fan, and every once in a while, someone casually hands Hyuse a sketchbook just to see what he'll come up with. Note: come on, the official databook says so, and it’s so cute to imagine him scribbling with Youtarou……….

One lazy afternoon at Tamakoma Branch, Youtarou is sprawled across the lounge table, furiously doodling on a large sheet of paper. His drawings—messy blobs with wonky proportions—seem to represent… well, something only Youtarou himself could decipher. He hums to himself, completely immersed in his "masterpiece."

Hyuse, on his way to the kitchen for some tea, passes by and glances at the paper. He pauses, frowning. "What is that supposed to be?"

Youtarou grins, holding up the drawing proudly. "It’s Raijinmaru fighting a Neighbour!"

Hyuse squints at the child’s shaky doodle of what might be a capybara with several legs. “That’s Raijinmaru?”

“Yeah! Isn’t it cool?” Youtarou beams up at him.

Hyuse sighs and rolls up his sleeves. “Move over, kid. Let me show you how it’s done.” He picks up the pencil and, with quick, precise strokes, starts sketching. Within minutes, a sharp, detailed drawing of Raijinmaru, perfectly poised in a dramatic action scene, takes shape on the paper. The proportions are flawless, and the shading makes it look almost 3D.

Youtarou's eyes go wide. "Whoa! Hyuse, you’re amazing at this!"

At that moment, Usami happens to walk in with a tray of snacks, sees the drawing, and nearly drops the tray. "Wait, Hyuse, you can draw?!"

Hyuse shrugs, acting nonchalant. "It’s just basic skill. Nothing special."

But before he knows it, the rest of Tamakoma starts gathering around. Chika comes over with curious eyes, and even Osamu peeks over Yuma's shoulder.

"That’s incredible!" Chika exclaims, staring in awe at the sketch. "You should draw more!"

Osamu, as usual, looks impressed but hesitant to comment. Yuma, on the other hand, grins and elbows him. “Looks like you’re not the only one with hidden talents, Osamu.”

Before Hyuse can slip away, Konami barges into the room. She spots the drawing and freezes. "Hyuse! I had no idea you could do that! You’re officially on art duty for all our future strategy maps!"

Hyuse scowls but, deep down, he’s slightly pleased with the recognition. "Tch. I’m not drawing maps," he grumbles, though he knows there's no escaping it now.

And thus, Hyuse’s secret talent is out. Tamakoma never lets him hear the end of it, and Youtarou proudly displays Hyuse’s drawings all over the base.

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As the days go by, Hyuse's drawing talent spreads across Tamakoma like wildfire. Youtarou can be seen running around the base, showing off Hyuse's sketches to anyone who will listen. He’s especially proud of the detailed Raijinmaru illustration hanging up in the lounge.

One day, while Chika and Yuma are at the Tamakoma kitchen table doing some paperwork, Osamu steps into the room holding a crumpled piece of paper. His expression is a mix of confusion and amusement. “Uh… Hyuse, do you know anything about this?”

Hyuse glances up from his book, raising an eyebrow. “What now?”

Osamu unfolds the paper to reveal a meticulously drawn and colored version of Osamu himself—only this version of Osamu looks like a heroic warrior straight out of a fantasy novel, equipped with an oversized sword and armor, all while still wearing his glasses.

“Youtarou found this in the recycling bin. It's pretty… uh… detailed?” Osamu holds it up as Chika and Yuma lean over to see.

Yuma’s eyes light up. “Whoa! Osamu, you look cool in this!”

Chika giggles. “He made you look like a knight!”

Osamu scratches the back of his neck, clearly unsure of how to react. "I didn’t expect to be... drawn like this."

Hyuse glances at the drawing, his expression stoic. "Tch. Youtarou wouldn’t stop pestering me about drawing everyone at Tamakoma as heroes, so I just did it to get him to leave me alone."

Yuma snickers. "So you’ve been secretly drawing all of us, huh?"

Chika claps her hands excitedly. "I want to see mine!"

Hyuse rolls his eyes, but Youtarou comes barreling in from the hall, holding another bundle of papers. “I got them right here! Hyuse did everyone!”

He spreads the drawings across the table: there’s Yuma, depicted as a nimble and agile rogue, Chika as a fierce mage with a massive trion cannon, and even Konami, looking as strong and mighty as she usually does but with a huge battle axe.

Chika blushes, delighted. “This is so cool, Hyuse!”

Yuma grins ear to ear. “Man, you’ve got talent! Look at this detail!”

Osamu is about to compliment him, but before he can say anything, Konami storms into the room. She takes one look at her drawing, her eyes wide with excitement. "Hyuse, you drew me with an axe?! This is awesome! You really captured my strength!”

Hyuse sighs, brushing off the attention. “I just drew what was fitting.”

Konami slaps him on the back with a laugh. "You're coming with me next time to help plan out battle strategies with visuals like this!"

Hyuse winces but stays quiet, knowing that Konami would drag him along no matter what he said.

Meanwhile, Yuma nudges Osamu with a playful grin. “Looks like Hyuse found another way to be useful, huh?”

Osamu smiles softly, pushing up his glasses. “Yeah… and it’s good to see everyone enjoying his work.”

Later that night, Hyuse is back in the common room, trying to enjoy some quiet time, when Youtarou crawls up onto the couch beside him with a fresh sheet of paper. “Hey, Hyuse! Can you draw me fighting a Neighbour again? But this time, make it super cool!”

Hyuse sighs deeply, but as Youtarou flashes him those big, hopeful eyes, he gives in. “Fine, just this once.”

Of course, it’s never just once.

By the end of the week, Tamakoma is full of Hyuse’s artistic creations—whether he likes it or not.

And now, Tamakoma members always have a little fun teasing Hyuse about his "secret" talent. Even though Hyuse pretends not to care, there’s a certain satisfaction in knowing that his art brings joy to the team—even if Yuma and Osamu sometimes compete to see who can get more “epic” drawings from him.