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[quietwhispersofaffection]

Written by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Edited by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Date: 9/16/2022

Words: 547

Status: GREEN

Warnings: really none. There is slight mention of obsessive and unhealthy behavior in the synopsis and a little farther into the fic but nothing that is graphic or extreme.

Synopsis

Tendou Satori is the right hand man to Ushijima Wakatoshi, the powerful, yet relatively underground mafia lord. After seeing the head maid at work, caring, feeding, and schooling Ushijima’s children, he decides that he has to have her for himself, dark urges he suppressed his whole life becoming more and more evident the longer he lives without her. He is convinced he loves her, but can she feel the same way when his actions become stifling and intrusive? Probably not, but it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Prologue:

What A Mess

Satori Tendou

She was one of his favorite members that occupied the Shiratorizawa grounds. As the head maid, she took care of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s children, the children who had almost everything at their small fingertips. She was sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the woman that he saw laughing and spitting vulgar jokes with the rest of the staff that she was housed with. Tendou couldn’t lie, he was smitten for both of the sides that he witnessed every day, always attempting his best to get a glimpse of her before he had to do the important tasks set out for him. This maid had captured his soul, devouring it whole and leaving none for himself.

“Good afternoon Mr. Tendou,” a soft smile graced her lips, bowing respectfully to the man in front while readjusting her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. Oh how cute he found that nose to be. “How are you on this fine morning sir?”

“You can drop the formalities with me, darling,” Tendou smiled, positively basking in the shock that washed across her face when the name fell from his lips. “Just call me Satori.”

She squeaked a little in surprise, a slight blush dusting her sweet, plump cheeks. Tendou smirked watching her stutter over her words like a love struck idiot. “O-of course Mr.-”

Before she could finish, a pointed look was directed her way, his eyebrows rising yet his amusement written plain as day in his intriguing, yet rather peculiar, eyes. She chuckled lightly, glancing away from him for a moment. “Of course, Satori.”

“There we go,” Tendou grinned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Much better if ya ask me. Say, I see you round here a lot. You take care of Ushiwaka’s kids?” Tendou asked this as a formality as if he didn’t know what job she did on the grounds, where she lived, her sleeping habits and social security number. He couldn’t reveal all that, not yet.

“Ah, yes I do,” she smiled, nodding along as she spoke, staring up at him. “They are very well behaved kids. Stoic like their father. There’s hardly anything I need to do except keep them well educated and fed.”

“Mm yes, they are very well behaved,” Tendou agreed nonchalantly, mind wandering as he began to stare rather intensely into her eyes. Whilst doing so, the conversation seemed to fall flat, only reigniting when the tower clock chimed. Eight clear bells resonated through the grounds, knocking them out of their inner thoughts.

“That my que,” she laughed awkwardly, glancing away from him for a moment. “I should get back to the children. It was nice speaking with you Satori.”

Tendou smiled, feeling delirious that his name sounded so heavenly falling from her mouth. “Yea, it was great talking to you too. See you around!”

She smiled and nodded awkwardly, eyes roaming across the floor before walking away, the small blush he had caused earlier still evident on her face. Tendou watched her leave, his heart bursting in his chest when she looked back waving goodbye with a small giggle. She disappeared around the corner and Tendou turned, feigning pain as he clutched his chest with a goofy smile plastered across his face. She was so perfect it hurt him, and he was determined to have her.

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I do not own any of the characters created by the Mangaka of Haikyuu!! but I do not condone rewrites or copies of my work. Reblogs are fine as long as I receive the credit.

[quietwhispersofaffection]

This is not like any of the other pieces I have written before. This is a story that I hope to continue one day if time permits. For those who might have been wanting to read something anime related, this is not what you are looking for though I would appreciate it greatly if you decided to read anyway. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read my stories posted and have decided to follow me. I hope to post something within the week and next upcoming month before I take a two month trip out of the country.

Happy Reading <3

~His God~

God was supposed to be someone fair, someone worthy of holding the people’s dreams and giving them the lives they searched for if only they put the work in.

Yet to him, this was not accurate. To him, there was no god because if there was, he would have been pulled from this torment far longer ago. This god that stood before him was one that only desired bloodshed and lust, nothing more and nothing less. This god did not wish for real devotion and passion, it only wished to seize it from him. It wanted to destroy his being, break him until there was nothing left but a fragile husk of who he had, at one time, been.

And as he lay there, staring up into the abyss that was the god’s eyes, slowly losing consciousness, he could no longer find it within himself to despise it. He no longer coddled the hatred that had festered within him because as he watched its pupils expand as they met his gaze, he felt as if he could no longer run from it, and he no longer wanted to try.

It had devoured his soul whole, and he didn’t do anything to stop it.

It had been dim on that night, and he knew he should have never left the house. Idiotic Riley, how had he let that stupid asshole convince him in the first place that clubbing would be an acceptable idea? Perhaps if Riley had put forth the idea when he was younger, he would have pondered it. He would have agreed wholeheartedly, wanting to drown his sorrows in the drinks and flashing lights that were bound to give someone a stroke. At one time, it had been a perfect distraction from the fact that his father had died and his mother had left in the twilight. But he was older, and he could understand why his mother did it, and why she condemned him for it.

He just wished Riley hadn’t asked, especially since he knew how much he detested nightclubs. They crawled with the souls that could no longer stand the lives they lived in. The ones who craved the rush that could only be felt when they downed a shot, eventually falling shitfaced to the ground. The ones who, if they weren’t prudent, could find themselves in a life that was far more ominous than the one they were trying to flee from.

He couldn’t accept that he used to be someone like that, and he hated himself for it. He wished that he could take away the miserable memories of the times laughing with only alcohol and not blood in his veins. Yet he was forced to live with his errors.

Shutting and locking his door, he lifted his head to peer at the house before him, making sure that all the windows were closed and shutters pulled tight. He couldn’t deal with his roommate screaming in his face again if he forgot to close the windows. It was almost as if he could hear the echoes of her vociferous voice piercing his eardrums again if he thought hard enough. That was the first time he had ever seen her furious, and he did not desire to pull that from her a second time.

As he began to walk down the street, he was already acutely aware of eyes peeking at him through their windows, shutters being closed with clunks whenever he passed them by. He had never lived in an exceptionally well-off neighborhood, and the actuality that he was a poor university student didn't make it any easier. He had no money for a car, nor the shuttle or bus, and mysteriously every single shop in town was devoid of a working bike. His part-time job was the only thing keeping him alive and safe in a warm bed. His roommate had been forgiving enough to not force him to pay rent and live as a freeloader as long as he bought the groceries. Which was something he was far from opposed to.

So he was forced to walk everywhere, and though it was good for his health, it had become problematic in all facets of his life.

Riley had told him that they would be meeting at a club about five blocks away from his residence, a strange place he had thought because he had never seen anything even resembling a club on his thousands of walks down the neighborhood. Although he had wanted to ask why this place had been chosen, he didn’t have the intrepidity to even remotely go against Riley’s wishes. He had seemed so enthusiastic over the phone when he had invited him to go, and if he pulled out now, he didn’t think he could live with himself when faced with Riley’s disappointed face.

As he walked, he became so lost in thought, unaware of the sounds and the people moving around him. He never noticed the person slinking in the shadows paces behind him, holding their breath and avoiding large chunks of gravel and dirt that could alert him to their presence. He supposed no one could have noticed them unless they had been incredibly acute and susceptible to the presence of others.

Which he, painfully, was not. And that had been the start of the living hell that he found himself in years after.

He couldn’t ever make sense of the efforts being put into trying to kill him, he had been such a gentle person that he couldn’t fathom ever trying to end someone else’s life.

He remembered it hurt like hell and the only thing he could feel along the intact parts of his skin was warmth like none other. He would have been soothed by the feeling in an ordinary circumstance, but he knew this was not one, and he knew that heat was coming from his own body.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, feeling his throat go hoarse from the pressure being applied to his vocal cords. He remembered that scream had been the loudest he had ever let out, yet that was the only thing he could do before he began to see white and to feel as if he was plunging into something soft, like in a sick dream.

Even though he hadn’t remembered much, there was one aspect of his death that he did remember, one that was so brutally etched into his brain that he could never forget it and it had left him pondering his existence within death’s clutches.

“Tell it that I sent you. It told me that if I sent it your heart, it would reward me!”

“Who are you, little one?” A gentle voice called out to him from the sea of white light. “How has a human stumbled within my realm?”

He whimpered, feeling the blood continuing to gush from his stomach, though trying to speak but finding he was incapable. Where was he? Who was he?

“Oh my, oh dear, you are a fragile little one I see,” the gentle voice cooed to him, words becoming distorted in low mumbles and whispers. “Let me help you.”

As the blood flowed, it slowly ceased into small drips, too little to make him bleed out and die. Die.

“You must be wondering where you are, you cute little human,” the voice echoed with a melting chuckle. “Do not fret, my domain is one of quiet, though since you seemed to have arrived I must spruce up the place.”

He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice around him that reverberated through his bones and head. What was speaking to him, was it a god?

“I am no god, though to you small creatures I am sure that I would be considered one. I hold more power than one could imagine, yet I have no use for it anymore.” The hum within its words began to vibrate within his soul, forcing his eyes to feel heaving with sleep. Where was he?

“Oh my,” it cooed again, a giggle echoing within the space of this reality. “Are you sleepy, do not hold back. I will look after you, I bring no harm to such a cute thing.”

This did nothing to quell the fear within him, but he slowly began to slump to the ground. Perhaps the blood that he had lost drained him more than he knew. Why was he bleeding in the first place? He couldn’t remember a thing.

“I’m sure you have many questions, and I do apologize my dear that you can not voice them. I’m afraid if you even tried, your vocal cords would explode,” it giggled, rambling on. “You took a nasty fall from what I saw, falling from Earth's realm to mine own is taxing on the body though I have never seen it happen before you. I promise to make your life relaxing and happy. You’ll let me won’t you?”

‘But I have to know where I am,’ he whispered.

“Oh don’t worry sweet one,” the voice murmured eerily. “I'll tell you when you awake from your slumber. I will make it the best one you have ever witnessed.”

He felt his eyes flutter shut yet the voice began to hum a gentle tune, feeling it rumbling through his whole body. The pain in his body began to melt away and he sank into the clouds under his feet, feeling a sensation he had never felt before, nor feel again.

“You will come to love this place, and me, I’m sure of it.”

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I do not condone copies or rewrites of my work. Reblogs are greatly appreciated and allowed, with credit of course. I own all the characters within this piece as they were created by myself.

© Whispers of Affection

[quietwhispersofaffection]

HELLO!

Hi, there everyone! I’m Quiet Whispers of Affection (but you can just call me Abby!) At the moment I am new to Tumblr but I have been reading fanfiction off of it for some time now. I have always wanted to create my little corner where people can pop in and have a nice time reading without any huge form of commitment or difficulty. I mostly write fanfiction about anime and manga characters (if you haven’t noticed that already heh heh) but I am also open to writing for fandoms like Marvel.

A little about me!

I am someone who loves writing and reading, as well as gaming. MBTI is ISTP and mm STRONG is ARC. I have raging ADHD but I am not a hyper individual. If I’m not in lectures or at work I often am playing Assassin’s Creed or Genshin Impact (I know I can hear the groans from here haha). I am an English Major with a minor in Japanese Studies and one day I hope to live in Japan and become an English teacher for children in primary school. I hope that I can be a positive role model and help guide children to their desired dreams. I am non-binary and thus my pronouns are they/them. I am also pansexual but these aspects of my life do not entirely matter to you all, it is just purely informative. I often enjoy writing dark romance or fluffy stories, there is often no in-between. It often takes me a long time to come up with a story so I will spend a lot of time brainstorming and going through multiple drafts. I am always someone looking to improve every day so constructive criticism is something I take very seriously.

My mindset is, “I want poeple to absolutely tear into my work and tell me everything that can be improved or things I did wrong.”

I am not someone who will be able to keep up steady uploads of my work here, unfortunately. I am a very busy individual but I will try to upload at least every month with the pieces of writing I think are the best. (I have many stories that I have made over the years so I will never run out of something to upload).

I can say with confidence that I was not expecting people to like my posts so much within a week or two. That came as a surprise to me but not one that was ill-received. I can not thank you all enough for liking my posts and following me, I have so much gratitude for all of you. This has been a secret dream of mine for so long and seeing it flourish before my eyes has brightned my days.

Mayhaps as I continue here, I will make monthly check-ins on how the page is going and thanking everyone for their support because I very much mean it when I say I am grateful.

Anyways, I hope you all continue to love my work, and if you are new here, I entend a warm welcome. I want this to be a safe place where everyone can enjoy fanfiction in peace. (I apologize for this being so long. Another thing about me: I word vomit!!)

HEH THANK YOU LOVELIES<3

[quietwhispersofaffection]

Written by: Whispers of Affection

Edited by: Whispers of Affection

Date: 2/2/23

Word Count: 550

Status: YELLOW (?)

Warnings: …not sure. ends sweet(?)

Synopsis

I was feeling a little bit angsty but you guys should know how I hate sad endings so everything turns out okay(?). Enjoy this short one with our dumbest Todoroki, lovelies!

Accidents

Todoroki Shoto

He felt his whole world crumbling before his eyes. He hadn’t meant to do it. He didn’t even know how it had happened. One minute they were both fighting, not able to recall what the real reason for the fight was anymore, and the next, his whole left arm burst into flames. She had a look of terror written all over her face as she watched, unable to move. She almost looked like she was in shock, and he fumbled to extinguish the flames crawling up his arm and shirt, feeling sick to his stomach.

The moment he glanced up to try to explain to her it wasn’t what it looked like, that he would never threaten her with his quirk, she was gone. He felt white hot fear like no other course through his veins as he ran to their shared bedroom, only to fumble with the locked door. Hot, salty tears streamed down his face, falling to his knees, hearing her sobs from deep inside the room.

“Love, baby I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh god, please forgive me. It was an accident. I don't know what happened! Please baby let me in,” he called desperately, self-hate in his eyes. Was this his life’s legacy, to end up just like his bastard father, hurting everyone he loves? He felt bile rise up his throat and he rushed to grip it, pushing it down. If he didn’t open this door he thought he might scream. “Honey please!”

It felt like he had broken his own heart in the span of a few short seconds and he had taken her’s with him. His voice cracked and strained and his pleads turned into muffled sobs, slumping against the door in unannounced defeat. He heard her cries of anguish and weaved his fingers through his hair, pulling slighting as if to punish himself for ever putting a ghost of fear into her mind. This was never supposed to happen, no one was ever supposed to hurt their lover in any way, but here he was, crying because he knew he had hurt her.

“Honey,” he choked out, trying to talk between his whimpering. The usually calm and stoic Shouto finally spiraled into something dark and deep. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so, so sorry. What should I do? Please tell me what I can do better! I’ll leave, I’ll leave. I never wanted to hurt you. Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.”

He never noticed that her crying had ceased, reduced to sniffles, and neglected to see the door open from his hunched position. His hands were still woven into his hair, pulling harshly, and his forehead resting against the floor mats. He didn’t feel her presence until warm arms wrapped around him, holding him as close as possible. He cried out, moving to sit up and wrap his arms tightly around her, sobbing into the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he kept whispering, voice breaking and slowly dying in his throat as he rocked her back and forth, tears still in her eyes. She had never seen him so...broken.

“It's okay, Shouto,” she whispered, voice dying in her throat as she gently stroked his knotted hair. “It's okay.”

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© Whispers of Affection

I do not own any of the characters created by the mangaka of My Hero Academia but I do not condone rewrites or copies of my work. Reblogs are fine as long as I receive credit.

[quietwhispersofaffection]

Written by: Whispers of Affection

Edited by: Whispers of Affection

Date: 2/3/23

Word Count: 1,785 (Itsa big boy)

Status: GREEN

Warnings: None

Pirate Gojou??? I hate this man but this idea was stifling the rest of my creativity, it needed to be written down. Was this inspired by Harry Styles's song…… dEfiAnTlY nOt.

She.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She.

She was always in his dreams, laughing and smiling, a smile as bright as the sun that washed the sea in sparkling colors and sunny skies.

Eyes as dark as emerald pools filled with shimmering stones that held every emotion in its soft waves.

But he didn’t know who she was.

She.

He loved her more than the sea itself. He would do anything for the woman in his dreams.

“Satoru!” She called from the water alongside his boat, that bright smile blinding him. “The water feels amazing! You should come in!”

“Ah, but Darling,” he smirked, looking down and lifting his blindfold to stare at her with his shining eyes, the eyes he knew she loved so much. “I have to watch my crew. You know those men are trouble.”

“They won’t cause trouble!” she laughed, holding up her arms for him, a gentle call for his presence. “Come in with me!”

“You tempt me too much, my love. Get ready I’ll be down!”

She was a piece of heaven that he never deserved.

She.

He loved her so much, the woman from his dreams.

If only he knew who she was.

＿

Satoru opened his eyes to see the ceiling of his captain’s cabin, like every other morning he woke up from that paradise that was his dream. He blinked a few times, thick white eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and eyes sparkling in the dim light the window from the wall provided. He closed them, remembering fondly of his recent visit with her, trying to grasp the thread of a memory that felt like it might slip away.

“Satoru?”

“Yes darling,” he asked, holding her in his arms, staring out at the sea that they both called their home. The waves crashed upon the bluff violently and created a sound like no other, placing them both into a state of pleasant comfort within each other’s embrace. “What’s bothering you?”

“I don’t quite understand.”

“Understand what?” Satoru did not comprehend the vague statement, trying to relax her further with touches as soft as morning rain.

“Why did you go through what you did for me? You traveled the world for me,” she answered, fiddling with his long slender fingers. “You didn’t have to help me, yet you did. And you loved me when I put you through hell.”

Satoru smiled, looking down at her and gently turning her head to face him, feeling her presence even though he could not see her. “I knew from the moment I saw you, that you were the woman of my dreams. My dear, I would cross oceans for you and do it over and over again just to call you mine. I would travel through hell and face Satan himself if just to see you content, our love knows no bounds, darling. ”

Opening his eyes again, he inhaled deeply, face devoid of emotion. Why did she have to be in his dreams, why couldn’t she be real? That thought alone was the entire bane of his existence. She haunted him with that smile every day to the point where his crew thought he might be falling into delusion. She twisted his mind into a state of compliance and left him a lonely man who realized how meaningless his life was without her.

Satoru blinked once more, wondering why she would ever think he wouldn’t love her, or wouldn’t die just to see that smile one last time. Her emotions as of late had been different in his dreams. She was sadder, more insecure, and constantly needed reassurance that he was still there by her side. Normally, Satoru would not find this quality bearable in a woman, he had no time to pick pieces of broken lovers and he was not usually one to pick women who did not match him in power and skill.

But he would pick up her pieces just to try to make her happy. Even though she blatantly did not have any reserves of cursed energy like him, no way to openly defend herself with something as trivial as magic, he would protect her forever. He would die for her if that’s what it took.

“What did she do to me?” Satoru sighed, throwing an arm over his eyes with a wry smile.

His mingled thoughts were interrupted when a brisk knock was put upon his door and someone cleared their throat. Satoru didn’t need to sense the cursed energy to know that it was Nanami, the disgruntled huff was enough.

“Gojo, we are nearing the harbor. Do you want Fushiguro to bring her in?”

“Yes,” Satoru answered after a quick thought, sitting up and tossing his legs over the bed. “He’ll do fine. I've taught him well. Were we followed by Mahito and his band of bitches?”

There was a pause, making Gojo raise an eyebrow. Was his blatant foul mouth too much for his first mate or was there something else? “Nanami, were we followed?”

“No,” he sighed from the other side of the door. “We lost them last night just before we reached these waters. There will be no doubt that they will try to find us but we have a bit of time.”

“Ah good,” he smiled, very pleased by that answer, standing up and going to his drawer filled with clothes. “I would hate to kill them all. Their ship is not designed to keep up with the Infinity so I’m sure they are kicking themselves for losing us. They’re all whale blubber with hair for brains. You can leave now Nanami, I’ll be up in a bit.”

Another sigh. “Alright.”

Satoru stood in silence, waiting for Nanami to go above deck, his footfalls getting farther and higher while he climbed the stairs to get to the outside air. He turned, opened the drawer, and grabbed a fresh pair of trousers and a shirt, putting them on and buttoning up the silver buttons only about halfway, leaving some of his chest exposed. He grabbed his blindfold, slipping it over his head while he leaned back, letting the covering go over his crystalline eyes unhindered by his soft white hair.

He exhaled a tired breath, turned around, and walked out of his quarters. Above deck, he basked in the way the wind hit his face just right. He inhaled the salty air he had grown up around and surveyed his crew, who were starting to hustle to prepare everything.

“Captain on deck!” Todou yelled from his spot refilling the canons with powder, his voice traveling in the wind. “Look alive you rapscallions!”

Gojou chuckled, shaking his head, and walked along the planks of his beautiful ship towards the wheel, waving at Megumi, who adorned a rather disgusted look on his face upon seeing Gojou. “Good morning Megumi! And how are you doing? Taking care of my ship in my stead?”

“Mhm,” he murmured, trying to concentrate on something other than Satoru’s face. “Why did you make me do this?”

Satoru’s smile widened like a Cheshire Cat and Megumi rolled his eyes, deciding it was not worth it to hear his captain's answer. He turned back to the wheel, hoping that Gojou would get bored and walk away to bother another who had more free time on their hands.

“The real reason I’m having you steer the Infinity is that I’ve noticed she has been doing better under your hand,” Satoru answered, face resuming one of a more serious tone. “Since she is technically a weapon imbued with cursed energy, she can feel yours. I think for right now, you have the most potential to become something bigger. You have the upper hand over Itadori and Kugisaki since I am training you three. Use it, sometimes being selfish isn’t all that bad.”

Gojou nodded, turning and walking away from the wheel, leaving Fushiguro to do the job he was getting proficient at.

“Satoru,” she whispered, poking him and turning over in their plush bed, pulling the blankets further up her body. “Satoru I’m cold.”

“Is that so darling,” his voice laced with sleep, eyes slowly opening and staring directly into hers. “And what do you want me to do? Don’t you live in the sea? You should be accustomed to the cold, am I wrong?”

“You know that’s not the same thing,” she practically whined, making him crack a smile at her adorable antics. “Can you please hold me? You're so warm.”

“So, are you saying that you would only be in my arms to be warm and not-”

“Gojou Satoru hold me right now I swear to the gods!”

Satoru laughed, quickly grabbing her by her cute plump stomach and pulling her flush to his chest. He buried his head into the back of her neck and placed a soft kiss there, feeling her relax into what she claimed was his warmth.

“I love you,” he murmured against her skin, gently caressing the now prominent hips that showed when she lay beside him.

“I love you too,” she whispered, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together, bringing their connected hands to her chest. “So much.”

“Gojou?”

“Let’s stay here forever my love.”

“Gojou?!”

Satoru inhaled sharply, turning to Itadori, who was waving a hand in front of his face frantically. “Gojou what happened? Are you ok? You never space out like that?”

Satoru frowned, trying to understand why he was just remembering that now, of all times. That hadn’t been in his dreams had it? No, he would have remembered that.

Then it hit him.

“Don’t you live in the sea?”

“What?” Itadori frowned, starting to feel worried for his captain. “No- no I don’t live in the sea. Are you ok?”

“Yes,” Satoru paused, not truly paying attention to the young man, more preoccupied with the fact that the woman of his dreams did not live on land like the rest of humanity. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Tell me when we are nearing the harbor. I’ll.. be in my quarters.”

“Sure thing! But, why are we going to the harbor? We don’t need to right now. We gathered all of our supplies a few months ago and we don’t need to restock. Plus, we got a whole lot more when we raided that other ship.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to Yūji,” Gojou called, walking away, expression never changing, making Itadori frown.

The fact was.

Gojou didn’t know why they were going to the harbor either, but he had this very strange gut feeling that it had to happen. And his gut instincts were never something to be ignored.

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© Whispers of Affection

I do not own any of the characters created by the mangaka of Jujutsu Kaisen but I do not condone rewrites or copies of my work. Reblogs are fine as long as I receive the credit.

[quietwhispersofaffection]

Edited by: Whispers of Affection

Written by: Whispers of Affection

Date: 9/17/22

Words: 515

Status: GREEN

Warnings: None

Synopsis

This was just a cute idea I came up with. Some soft snuggles with Dabi, our favorite Todoroki.

Tired Times

Todoroki Toya [Dabi]

I sighed, staring blankly at the monochrome textured ceiling above, tossing the blankets off me and shuffling dramatically finding a comfortable position. In my frenzy, I woke the man beside me in the process, letting out a disgruntled groan.

“What’s wrong baby,” he slurred sleep lacing his voice as he repositioned himself closer to me. “Can’t sleep?”

“No,” I mumbled, shaking my head defeated. “I’ve been trying for the past two hours now. You're just too hot, I swear I can feel myself melting.”

“Eh?” Dabi snickered, wrapping an around my waist and pulling me flush against his chest. “Well it's not my fault you can’t handle all this man.”

“No Dabi!” I laughed, smacking his hand leaning farther into him. “That is not what I meant.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, gently nuzzling his head into my hair, inhaling deeply. I smiled, feeling his breath fan across the back of my neck as he let out a content sight. I basked in this familiar feeling tingle that spread across my body whenever I was near him. It was something that I had never felt before and would never feel again if it was not with him.

As we lay there, I jumped in his grip, falling into a fit of laughter when his breath came close to my ear, making my body jerk. “You're so sensitive,” he chuckled, purposely breathing closer and closer to me while I giggled, head falling into his chest. “It’s adorable.”

“Not really,” my voice broke through his soft laughter, straining as to not jerk again. “You tease me too much with it.”

“Cause you know you love it doll,” he whispered stilling next to me, a small yawn escaping. “And you can’t convince me otherwise. I'll always use it against you and that's a promise.”

We both settled, lying there while I concentrated on Dabi’s breathing as it slowly went back to a steady rhythm telling me he was getting closer and closer to sleep. Despite his past, whenever we were together, he seemed to sleep relatively quietly and quickly, something I was thankful for. He deserved it.

“Dabi?” I whispered, feeling my eyelids start to droop the longer I listened to his breathing. “Can I lay on your chest?”

He opened his arms, a silent affirmation and I turned in his embrace, gently resting my arm and head atop him. I nuzzled into his shirt as his arms wrapped around me once again but tighter this time around. The tingle I felt never left my body yet this time it was a gentle thrum. I would never hate this feeling I was sure, and being in his arms was a place I never wanted to leave. He was so warm and he was so safe and he always promised to protect me. I knew he loved me, and he knew I loved him. I would do anything for him.

Anything.

“I love you,” I murmured into his chest, gently tracing a heart with my finger. “So much.”

“I love you too,” he whispered against my hair. “Always will.”

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© Quiet Murmurs of Affection

I do not own the characters created by the mangaka of My Hero Academia but I do not condone rewrites or copies of my works. Reblogs are fine but I must be given credit.

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Written by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Edited by: Quiet Whispers of Affection

Date: 11/24/22

Words: 963

Status: GREEN

Warning: None

Synopsis:

Giyu Tomioka is a man of few words, unable to form social bonds and interactions like others around him. Oftentimes, his efforts go unnoticed purely because he is someone who does not make himself known. But what happens when these skills he lacks begin to set him back when trying to find a lover?

Just a clueless Tomioka unaware that the woman he fancies is oblivious to his moves.

The Water Pillar

Giyu Tomioka

She never thought of herself as someone exceptional, if not someone worthy enough of gaining a Hashira’s attention.

She thought of herself as someone quite… ordinary. Different actually, if she were to have been completely honest.

But when Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corp started to approach her with a minuscule amount of enthusiasm, something she was not used to.

She wasn’t entirely sure what to do and she was oblivious to every advance that the swordsman attempted to make. Though, in her defense, they had been pitiful at best and effective at worst.

“Ah, good afternoon Mr. Tomioka,” she greeted with her usual polite smile, watching him enter from her position beside some of the finer silk kimono fabrics. Her business-forward attitude was something that always, without a fail, made him falter. She never once seemed genuine in her greetings. “How may I be of service to you today? I must say, it is delightful to see a familiar face, today has been quite dull.”

“I was wondering if I could get your advice on something.”

“Of course!” Her smile never faltered but her voice took on a more earnest tone. “What is it that you are searching for today?”

“A gift,” he glanced away from her eyes, a habit he was never truly able to break. “I’m looking for a certain fabric, one with dark colors and lovely designs.”

She listened intently, humming while her eyes wandered the small shop. She glanced here and there, taking in his request and mulling it in her mind. “What type of fabric do you request?”

“Silk. Something delicate and gentle,” he murmured, following her gaze now and then.

She nodded, abandoning him at his spot beside her to gently file through the silks she had on display along the crafted wooden tables. A small smile graced his face while he watched her, admiring every small gesture she made. His eyes followed her hands, watching her fingers interact with the fine threads with practiced care, something that made him yearn for the gentle feel of those hands against him.

“How is this Mr. Tomioka?” she turned, presenting a bundle of silk for his judgment, an awaiting expression upon her face. “Now I will caution you, this fabric is of the finer make so it is more expensive. Not that I am saying you are short of money! That was not what I was intending-!”

He nodded, cutting off her startling words and staring deeply at the fabric, carefully examining every movement and design it held. She had been astutely correct, this was for the higher society. The navy hue was elegant in his eyes and he felt that she honored his request in full. He eyed the raindrops that scattered its bodice, pooling at the hem like a gentle pond. A soft smile spread across his lips and he looked up at her, swiftly nodding again. “I will take it all, it's perfect for her.”

He only saw the momentary flash of sadness cascade through her eyes before he disappeared, leaving her to frown with worry. “Now are you sure? I don’t want you buying a fabric you will not want-”

“Yes I am aware,” he held up a hand to stop her from deterring him further. “It is no problem, I can afford it and I will not regret it.”

She nodded, hesitantly turning around and gathering the silk in her soft arms, walking around him to the desk at the back of the shop. Usually, she would make light-hearted conversation, albeit one-sided because he just enjoyed hearing her voice for a little longer. Something he treasured.

But today, she didn’t speak a word, silently organizing the fabrics in the decorative box she provided all of her regular customers. He knew that she spent almost all of her daily income on these boxes due to their high quality, the intricate metal designs, something you could not find in the city. He knew she had to travel to get them, and that made him more appreciative of her than ever before.

“I do not mean to pry into your personal life Mr. Tomioka,” he looked up at her, glancing away for a moment due to the slumbering intensity of her gaze. “And do stop me when you please but, who is receiving this beautiful gift?”

Giyuu sighed, he had been suspecting that this was what had been plaguing her, but he hadn't been sure. He wondered if she knew it was her, he had thought the signs all pointed in the same direction.

Judging by her face, she didn’t have a clue.

“I do not want to share at the moment,” he looked away, briefly noticing the polite smile return to tug at her lips.

“Of course Mr. Tomioka, thank you for entertaining me.”

Concluding that exchange, no more words were said, save her naming the price he needed to pay. The air was tense when he left the shop, entering the busy street whilst trying not to glance back. Eventually, when temptation took hold of him, he stopped, hiking the box further into his arms. When his eyes landed on her shop, he didn’t find her watching like she normally did, and instead, closed doors.

“She closed,” he murmured, eyebrows knitting in confusion. Had what he said really had that effect on her? This was something he had not prepared for and that was made all too clear to him. He was already lucky she had not been chosen to marry, but unless he wanted her as his own, he would have to redraw his plans.

“I’ll have to hurry,” he sighed, turning back to start his trek home. “If I am not careful, I’ll lose her before the first snowfall.

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© Quiet Murmurs of Affection

I do not own the characters created by the mangaka of Demon Slayer but I do not condone rewrites or copies of my works. Reblogs are fine but I must be given credit.