#kanda x gn!reader

[keulixeutin]

Acquiescence

a/n: this is super old, now revamped.  i was just thinking about it and thought i’d clean it up and send it back out into the world.  i would absolutely not count on me to write any dgm right now; that requires an entire reread since it’s been a while lmaoo.

summary: kanda can’t sleep, so he opts for the back-up plan he swore he’d never use. kanda x gn!reader 

cw: light fluff if you squint lol, some skin touching skin. nightmares, comfort. gn!reader, gender neutral pronouns used.

wc: 955.

Kanda shoots up out of the bed.  Sweat clings to the back of his neck and edges of his forehead.  He sweeps his hair off to one side of his shoulder to try and dry his skin, and then he pulls his knee close and rests his head against it, catching his breath.  His heart is loud—embarrassingly so, considering it was just a nightmare.  His reality as an exorcist is worse than whatever his brain can conjure up in sleep.

Or maybe, his brain didn’t conjure up false images.  Perhaps, it was a memory.  It certainly felt…familiar.  Or maybe it’s just a reoccurring dream.  He doesn’t know.

Kanda sighs, groaning internally.  H knows from past experience that he’s either staying up all night, tossing and turning, or jerking away every time he falls too deep asleep.

A thought strikes him then—a voice.  Your voice.  

Plan B.

—No, fuck that.  He’s not doing that.  His pride is strong and it’s late in the night.  Plan B is simply out of the question, he tells himself.

He lays back down.  He’ll just have to tough it out, he thinks.

However, just as he expected, he spends the next thirty minutes shifting and twisting his body in various positions.  His body sinks into the sheets in exhaustion, but sleep feels so far out of reach.  He has just come back from a three-week long mission; the fatigue has been building, and this is supposed to be his first night where he gets more than four hours of sleep, and yet here he is, eye-bags burning in the dark.

When another minute ticks by without any sign of sleep, he rolls over to face the wall and growls irritably.

 Plan B, he hears you say again.

He doesn’t even know why it’s called Plan B.  It should be Plan Z, because the next step should be banging his head against the walls until unconsciousness. 

With a soft snarl at himself and the universe, Kanda swings his legs over the bed.  He grabs a thin shirt form the chair and slips it over his head.  The cool air hits him quickly when he opens the door and steps out.  The hallway is lit with candles and torches; large and ominous shadows dance along the stone beside him as he steps toward your room.  

When he hears a noise, he pauses, tense, but it’s just the machinery and loud groans from the Science Department.  Nothing else but the flickering flames moves in the halls, just the way he likes it—the last thing Kanda wants to do is explain why it is he’s outside his room in slippers and sleeping clothes.

He picks up speed, taking a left, then a right, and another left.  The memory is strong, even though he’s only been there once.

Soon, before he could talk himself out of it, he’s in front of your door, hand hovering over the wood in hesitation.  He tries the handle—it’s unlocked.  He doesn’t bothering knocking.

You aren’t awake, but the sound of your door opening, however soft it is, pulls you from your sleep.  You shift through sleepy sands, back to reality, and push up on your elbows.  Lit gently by the glow of faint flames, Kanda stands in your entrance, hair undone around him, sweat beads along his temple, and eyes glued to the wall right behind you.

“Plan B?” you ask, yawning.

He grunts.

You pull back the blanket and pat the spot beside you.  “Come on,” you say.

He should go back, he thinks.  He shouldn’t be here.  Over a nightmare?  A stupid dream?  A—

“Hurry up,” you say, interrupting his thoughts.

He swallows his pride and then closes the door behind him.  The first step is hard, but the second is easier.  Before he knows it, he’s at your beside and sipping in beside you.  Your body heat immediately greets him; he pulls his shirt off and throws it on your floor to balance the new warmth.  You turn your back to him and face the wall, eyes closing quickly.

He’s suddenly doubting his decision, feeling uncomfortable and unsure and embarrassed.  Plan B is stupid.  A terrible, awful, idiotic idea.  How is this going to help him get any sleep?  How are you going to keep the nightmares—the memories—away?

Suddenly, you reach behind yourself and grab his wrist.  You pull him closer and lay his arm around you, placing his hand on the peek of your skin below the hem of your shirt.

Kanda’s stiff, but he hears you say, “Relax.  Never know until you try.”

“Shut up,” he mutters.  He doesn’t need you to tell him that, he thinks irritably, but the annoyance is just hiding the frustration and fluster.

“Relax,” you whisper.  He thinks you’ve fallen asleep immediately after, and all he wants to do know is follow you in those peaceful shadows.

Kanda closes his eyes and forces his body to unwind and soften.  He tilts his head toward your smooth neck, breathing in your scent of soap and tea.  The hand at your stomach slips an inch under your shirt, pressing against your beauty marks and battle scars.  He hears you sigh serenely.  You reach back and tug on his hair gently; his dark locks spill around the two of you.

He sighs into your skin and finally—finally—falls asleep.

And he dreams.

He dreams of you; he’s sure of it, but he can’t quite remember.

In the morning, though, when you roll over and grin groggily at him, his hair twirled around your fingers like a question and his hand on your waist like the answer, he thinks maybe it was something like this.

[alienaiver]

Released

Howard Link x gn!reader

“I grieved you.” you let out, all your emotions clawing their way out of your body in strained convulsions and shaky breaths.

“I know.”

He repeats it, several times as he tries to comfort you with his touch. The hand by his chest is still clenched and it takes monumental effort to release the tension and spread out your fingers. You let them travel up past his collarbone, his throat – taking a pause by his pulse point. You need to feel it with more parts of your body – until it finally reaches his jaw, his cheek. His skin is still as soft as it’s always been, showing no signs of decay.

warnings: spoilers for chapter 247 of the manga, mentions of death and grieving wordcount: 1.6k content: angst turns fluff, sfw, hurt/comfort, happy ending, genderneutral reader, bodypositive and poc friendly reader, no use of y/n, canon compliant, not beta’d, ive put reader in as a links lover from before he “passed” and just learning that hes back and alive in the recent chapter so their reunion basically, links makes my brain go brrrr like my freezer after ive taken out an ice cream,

notes: I RUSHED TO WRITE THIS AFTER CHAPTER 247 HELLO?????? DID U SEE ALL LINKS BEAUTIFUL SMILES?!??!?! reader’s role isnt described as neither exorcist or science member or nurse so you choose, honestly i cant say much abt this work except that i just wanted to kiss link.,......... <3 and get this scenario out of my beautiful head bcos it has been ROTATING

When Kanda makes the announcement, you immediately latch onto his choice of words, following his eyes to where they’ve trailed to the window.

And there he shows up. The man you’ve been grieving for months now.

You freeze and air gets hard to breathe. It’s like there’s no oxygen around you as your throat constricts and lungs burn. What? How?

Allen reacts first, opening the door and looking at him. Howard Link’s pose is incredibly relaxed and a smile you rarely saw appear on his face is so casually planted there that you almost want to drag out your weapon to make sure this isn’t an Akuma or some kind of clever disguise puppeteered by Leverrier.

But Allen’s eye doesn’t react. He simply runs to him and you gasp when they almost fall off of the balcony.

You stay behind as they all converge closer to him, your hand still wrapped around the handle of the measly dagger that Tiedoll gave to you when you first joined him going rogue from the Order, “to protect yourself.” He’d said.

You help Tiedoll prepare the food, anything to not be close to him right now as you try to process that he’s there, alive. You’re not sure he saw you before you sneaked to the kitchen but knowing him and his skills, he’s most likely seen you before he even approached on Kanda’s behest.

You don’t look at him all through the food and the talk, staying focused on eating and listening to all the information that Allen is giving out. You flinch at the mention of Link being targeted and killed again, tensing up through your entire spine, swallowing your bite thickly and schooling your expression as best as you’re able.

At his confession you audibly gasp and can’t stop your eyes from looking directly at him before it’s too late. You’re overwhelmed by the radiant smile he gives off. It’s like your heart is beating again for the first time since it stopped beating the day he passed away. He catches your gaze immediately, as if waiting for your eyes to finally look at him. You feel heat in your cheeks as he holds it, though you can tell that he’s not looking at you anymore, but through you.

He's only pulled back when Allen pinches his nose. You can’t help but laugh – their antics back to what they used to be. When food is finished, you make Kanda help you clean up. He huffs and puffs but relents in the end, stacking plates and leftovers expertly in his arms. In the kitchen he grunts at you, “I won’t get involved.” He states and you look at him with question marks in your eyes, head tilted. He pouts at your obliviousness with furrowed brows, “talk to the fuckin’ dog.”

Then he leaves you to dry the last dishes he finished washing, the door closing behind him and leaving you alone for the first time since finding out that Link is very much alive and well.

Your hand clenches around the plate in your hands. You’ve seen four new expressions on his face you’d never been graced with before in the span of an hour. Your eyes can tell that it’s him but your heart wavers. You fear you don’t know the man outside with the face of the man you love.

  When you reemerge back in the living room, a hush falls over them all. It’s so obvious that it’s painful and you feel like you’re suffocating. Maybe you are.

 Link then gets up from his seat on the floor, dusting off his pants before he clears his throat. He then gathers his courage and looks at you and says your name for the first time. your breath hitches and you can only manage a meekly nod when he nods towards one of the rooms to the sides, his eyes begging for you to go with him and talk.

Allen says something that you don’t catch as you walk in through the door, your hand tracing the door frame before Link closes the door behind you.

None of you say anything for longer than you can count. Your eyes are locked on his chest and how it rises up and down with each breath he takes. They’re leveled and controlled, but they confirm that he’s alive. He’s really here with oxygen in his lungs and a beating heart. Your hands clench into fists by your side.

His breathing pattern changes, telling you he’s about to say something. You bite your underlip and raise your gaze to look directly at him – he flinches but remains posed. Out of your peripheral vision you see his fist clench and unclench, reaching out towards you before retracting again. He then wills himself to relax and smile at you.

This is the fifth expression you’ve never seen on his face. It suits him, but that’s not what you’re focusing on, your eyes locked to the way his lips move, tasting his words before he lets them out in the open.

You can’t take this. Your heart is beating rapidly, your hands and your back is sweaty from the strain of all your emotions and the way you clench your jaw is starting to hurt. In frustration you lift your fist to punch him and as it stands high in the air, you catch his gaze – his smile widens. That stupid, handsome smile. Your hand collides with his chest in a much slower and gentler pace than what you first intended and you instantly feel his body heat traveling to you and you sigh, biting the inner part of your cheek before your head follows your hand towards him and rests on his chest. A sob is threatening to leave you but you inhale deeply instead.

Not many moments pass before he wraps his arms around you, his head resting on the crown of your head. Without embarrassment he noses your head and breathes in your scent, hugging you tighter to him. He seems to relax much more now that you’re touching him.

You’re not. Your spine is locked and you’re rigid in his embrace, refusing to take in the scent of him, the feel of him. He died.

The sob that’s been lodged in your throat since you saw him on the balcony finally breaks free and all the muscles that you’d tensed up spasm before they relax. He coos at you and rubs gentle circles into the small of your back.

You move your head from his chest and towards his neck, your lips ghosting over his pulse point. You’re so close that you can feel it beating against your lips and the first tear roll down your cheek, wetting your lips. If he feels the wetness on his skin, he doesn’t say anything.

You whimper softly before you finally push yourself closer to him, your lips pressing into his skin, arms wrapping around him, clenching his shirt as if your life depended on it.

“I grieved you.” you let out, all your emotions clawing their way out of your body in strained convulsions and shaky breaths.

“I know.”

He repeats it, several times as he tries to comfort you with his touch. The hand by his chest is still clenched and it takes monumental effort to release the tension and spread out your fingers. You let them travel up past his collarbone, his throat – taking a pause by his pulse point. You need to feel it with more parts of your body – until it finally reaches his jaw, his cheek. His skin is still as soft as it’s always been, showing no signs of decay. They’re warm, like the rest of him. He’s always been a furnace. He pulls his head away from the top of yours and finally, finally locks his lips with yours.

Your breath hitches at the moment of contact and you stand frozen, eyes still open to be sure he’s real and doing this. His own eyes are closed and his brow is relaxed. The kiss is featherlight, like he’s unsure if he’s allowed this touch. You close your eyes and relax as much as you’re able. It’s only when you push further into him that he redoubles his efforts and pulls you impossibly closer, a whine escaping his throat as he continues to kiss you.

He’s here, he’s alive and he’s kissing you like it’s the only thing he’s been thinking of since he came back from the dead. You chance a look at him again and see how his brows has furrowed. He’s frustrated he can’t be closer to you than this right now and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles from deep within you, a place you’d thought had withered and rotted. Happiness blooms in you as his hands travel up to caress your cheeks.

This is the Howard Link that you knew, you know this now.

It’s just Howard Link without the chains binding him, the one able to express his wants more clearly than when he was shackled and controlled by another will than his own. This is the man that you love, finally able to do what he wants, to love who he wants without the heavy weight of guilt looming over every kiss, every chance meeting at the library, every cake secretly baked with you in mind.

Howard Link feels freer to make his own choices than he’s ever been, and he’s choosing to side with you. You smile into his lips before you run your hand through his hair, messing with his braid. He pulls away and with a breathless chuckle says your name. You hands travel to his nape with a warm smile, "welcome back."

[pinkisthenewangst]

°`🍨: D.Gray-Man x GN! Reader

°`🍨: You realize that Kanda never loved you

After three years in the Black Order, you should feel at home. After all, they were like a family, but something didn’t feel right for a long time now. If you look around, you’ll notice how glances lingered on you but they weren‘t glances you would give a family member.

At the moment, you were sitting at a table in the cafeteria to enjoy your breakfast, but today you couldn’t get a bite down. There was a knot in your throat and your stomach turned. You bite your lower lip while you brought your tray back to Jerry. You’re apologetic. As you leave the cafeteria, you notice those looks that burned themself in your back. You weren’t as strong as Kanda, Lavi, Allen or Lenalee, but you’re trying your best. No one really saw how hard you work to become stronger to protect the people of the Black Order and, of course, the innocent people threatened by the Earl.

You shaked your head and lifted your head. You still had to talk to Komui about the next mission. With both hands, you hit both cheeks before making your way to Komui’s office. This mission is not meant to be a long one, nor a difficult one, which is why you should do it on your own. Although you would like to have the company of another exorcist, you will survive the time on your own. After all, there is also a finder with you, which is why you hope that he will have conversations with you.

As you walk to the office, you grab the bracelet around your right wrist. You got this one from Kanda. Although he handed it over with a serious face, you could remember exactly how red his cheeks were. That memory brought a smile to your face. You looked out the window and stopped. Right now, Kanda was on a mission with the others, which is why you won’t see him again until after your mission. It was exhausting not seeing him for a long time, but you knew what you were getting into when you confessed your love to him. No one knows how you managed to get him to return your love, but you don’t want to question it. You’re happy with the current situation.

You stood in front of the office door and raised your hand to knock but what you could hear made you tilt your head in confusion. “Are you pretty sure we should do this?”, you heard Reever’s voice. Slowly, you took a step closer to the door and lied your on ear on the door to be able to follow the conversation better. You could hear a loud sigh and someone getting up from their chair. You assumed it was Komui. He then started talking: “It’s a tough decision, but it would really be best to let her go.” “But at the moment we need every person that can fight against the Earl”, Reever replied. Once again, all you hear is a loud sigh. “I know that’s why the decision is so hard but Y/N would only hurt us more.”

Your breath stopped. You could hear your heart ringing loudly in your ears as you stared shocked at the door. You knew you weren’t the strongest person in the Black Order, but you didn’t know what a burden you were after all. Your hand was shaking, but now there was no turning back. Inside, you hope you heard the wrong name, but the same words kept ringing in your head. You took deep breaths to calm down. Slowly, you knocked on the door and walked in. Inside, you put on a smile while holding your other hand behind your back with one hand. They shouldn’t know you’ve been overhearing them.

After the conversation, you were almost running through the hallways. Your heart started beating faster again. It rang in your ears, but also the world turned before your eyes. Your eyes started to sting and in your room you had to take deep breaths. You leaned against the wooden door and slowly slided down. It all seemed like a terrible nightmare, but you knew how real this moment was. Desperately, you put your head on your knees. How much you longed for Kanda’s closeness. Alone in the quiet, too many thoughts are rushing through your head. But slowly it dawned on you. Those cold glances came because of your weakness. They must have been wondering all the time how Komui still allowed such a weak exorcist to roam the Black Order. Your thoughts went to Kanda. What if he felt the same way ? Was that really love he feels for you or is it pity ? You looked up when you heard someone knocking on the door. You breathed sharply the air in, hoping no one would hear you, even if you could swear that everyone nearby could hear your loud heartbeat.

What you heard now not only broke your heart but destroyed your world even more. "She doesn't seem to be there, luckily," you recognised Lavi's voice. At first you wondered why he was there again but you couldn't help biting your lower lip as you repeated his sentence again in your head. You could now hear Kanda's voice: "I hate to agree with you but that's the way it is". You could clearly hear relief in his voice. "I'm tired of pretending to feel something for this person because of the Black Order," every word he spoke stung your heart like he was throwing knives at it. You could hear the footsteps moving away and you threw your body onto your bed. You pressed your face into the pillow until it was soaked with your tears.

The next day you were back at the same table as the day before. This time you held only a glass of water in your hands. You stared silently at the wall while your eyes felt heavy. The whole night you couldn't sleep because you had to process what you had heard the day before. You were clearly not wanted in this family. With a heavy heart you got up, took all your luggage and left the building early in the morning without saying goodbye. All you did was looking at the building one last time before heading to the station. Without knowing it, Kanda and the others were standing outside your room. They had asked where you were last night. When Komui said that you hadn't left the Black Order yet, they searched the whole building for you. Hoping to find you now, they opened your door after knocking, but your room was pitch black. "Oh man, the room looks abandoned, someone should turn on the lights!" said Lenalee as she looked over the shoulders of the boys. Allen turned on the light and all four of them stopped moving on the spot. The room was really empty.

You looked out of the window on the train. Hot tears fell on your lap. You took one last deep breath before the train derailed and took you your life. That same day, Komui arrived with Kanda, Lenalee, Allen and Lavi at the town where the bodies of the victims of the derailment were brought. With permission, they looked at each body to make sure you were not one of them. Relieved, the young men exhaled when they couldn't find you, but beside them Lenalee collapsed. She was on her knees sobbing loudly and shaking her head. At that moment, two men came into the room with another stretcher. There was an arm hanging out, wearing exactly the same bracelet you and Kanda have.

°`🍨: My first D.Gray-man story ! I hope you liked it :D !

°`🍨: REQUESTS ARE OPEN !

[katsukeen]

novae, she/her, 28, asian-american. lover of fake men. follows from keuli-xeutin.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.

✗━━━━ ❛ i reach a new level of hag status every day; NOT SPOILER FREE. they’re barely tagged as spoilers, too.i mostly write fluff, but will reblog smut and dark content!

triggers are tagged as trigger tw, and my own personal tags are:

╰【 FILED UNDER … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ 18+ 」

╰【 FILED UNDER … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ dark content 」

MASTERLIST. TAGGING SYSTEM. ABOUT. REQUEST INFO.

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝;

✗━━━━ ❛ multilingual has been posted, a bakugou x reader drabble request.

✗━━━━ ❛ acquiescence has been posted, a kanda x reader drabble. ✗━━━━ ❛ signal fire has been posted, a dabi x reader oneshot.

𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬.

✗━━━━ ❛ knockout, bakugou x f!reader.

✗━━━━ ❛ devil that i know, dabi x f!reader

✗━━━━ ❛ snapshot series, bnha x gn!reader.

✗━━━━ ❛ untitled, hiei x f!reader.

✗━━━━ ❛ & a bajillion others knocking around in my head.

[keulixeutin]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.

organized alphabetically by fandom, character, title. nsfw, suggestive content, and dark content are marked. all characters 21+ unless otherwise noted, including reader. stories with titles stricken-through are discontinued.

BNHA 。

【 AIZAWA 】 ╰  ❝ all i know are love songs 。[ suggestive ] 。gn!reader 。 ( aizawa apologizes for missing the release of your first album. ) ╰  ❝ good things come to those who wait 。[ nsfw ] 。she/her 。 ( both yours and aizawa’s schedule finally align. ) ╰  ❝ in defense of lightning 。gift  。she/her 。 ( aizawa has never wanted to find the other half of his soul marking. ) ╰  ❝ snapshot series: some days 。she/her 。 ( the days aizawa comes home to you. ) ╰  ❝ tender 。she/her 。  ( joke stumbles upon eraserhead at the mall. )

【 BAKUGOU 】  ╰  ❝ a soft october night 。she/her 。 ( after receiving a heartbreaking rejection, you find comfort in the arms of someone you least expected. ) ╰  ❝ beckoned 。gn!reader 。 ( bakugou stumbles on you crying on the front steps. ) ╰  ❝ birthday wishes 。gift 。gn!reader 。 ( bakugou and friends surprise you on your birthday. ) ╰  ❝ breathless 。she/her 。 ( a stranger helps ground you when you feel trapped on a plane. ) ╰  ❝ hard, harder, hardest 。[ suggestive ] 。gn!reader 。 ( during a hero panel, bakugou thinks about how he can’t help but orbit you and obey. ) ╰  ❝ knockout! 。she/her 。〖 i , ii , iii 〗。 ( bakugou is smitten with the two-time kickboxing champion. ) ╰  ❝ lovelorn & laughable 。gn!reader 。 ( it’s laughable that your friends think that bakugou, of all people, is dangerous to you. ) ╰  ❝ multilingual 。requested 。gn!reader 。 ( you weren’t always so confident in your understanding of bakugou’s love language.  a companion piece to lovelorn & laughable. ) ╰  ❝ snapshot series: movie night 。gn!reader 。 ( a snapshot of you and bakugou watching a movie on the couch. )

【 DABI 】 ╰  ❝ signal fire 。[ dark content ] 。gn!reader 。 ( two intruders force their way into your house—but it’s unfortunate for them, not you. )

【 KIRISHIMA 】 ╰  ❝ snapshot series: in sickness and in health 。gn!reader 。 ( a snapshot of kirishima taking care of you when you’re sick. )

【 MIDORIYA 】 ╰  ❝ a late night chat 。[ suggestive ] 。gn!reader 。 ( uraraka eavesdrop on midoriya’s phone call. ) ╰  ❝ snapshot series: a heated nest 。[ suggestive ] 。no pronouns used 。 ( a snapshot of you taking care of the man who takes care of japan. )

【 SHIGARAKI 】 ╰  ❝ snapshot series: soft 。gn!reader 。 ( sometimes shigaraki whispers to you in his half-sleep. ) ╰  ❝ tempered 。no pronouns used 。 ( tomura’s reaction to a nail technician—accidentally—nicking skin. )

【 SHINSOU 】 ╰  ❝ a little bit of this (& a little bit of that) 。[ nsfw ] 。she/her 。 ( you find your own little adventure after losing your group in the club. )

D. GRAY-MAN 。

【 KANDA 】 ╰  ❝ acquiescence 。gn!reader 。 ( kanda can’t sleep so he opts for the back-up plan he swore he’d never use. )

MYSME 。

【 SAERAN 】  ╰  ❝ day 4 - breakpoint 。she/her 。 ( day 4, when v tries to convince you to leave with him. )

NARUTO 。

【 NARUTO 】  ╰  ❝ wildflowers 。she/her 。〖 i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii, ix, x, xi, xii, xiii, xiv, xv 〗。 ( a boy with wild hair has just transferred to your school. )

 【 SASUKE 】  ╰  ❝ shades 。she/her 。〖 i, ii, iii, iv, v 〗。 ( sasuke meets someone new in a full cafe. )

THE STRAIN 。

 【 QUINLAN 】  ╰  ❝ aching 。she/her 。 ( quinlan deliberates on a familiar aching in his chest. ) ╰  ❝ inexplicable 。she/her 。 ( fet can’t explain what he saw. ) ╰  ❝ the morning after 。[ suggestive ] 。she/her 。 ( you and quinlan one morning. ) ╰  ❝ territorial 。she/her 。 ( fet, charlotte, and you try to appeal to a group of men in s4 ep1. ) ╰  ❝ touch 。gn!reader 。 ( in quiet moments, quinlan touches you gently. )

YYH 。

 【 HIEI 】 ╰  ❝ five moments during the dark tournament 。gn!reader 。 ( you and hiei, five moments during the tournament. ) ╰  ❝ humdrum 。gn!reader 。 ( you get baseball tickets from your company to the newly built shochiku dome and decide to bring your favorite fire demon out to a ball game. )