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Ichiyo Higuchi (self-aware)

Self-Aware! Ichiyo Higuchi x GN! Reader

Warning: OOC. Yandere. English is my second language. Some slight spoilers. Higuchi feel conflicted about herself.

Becoming self-aware

🔫 Grief, sadness, anger... That emotions became quite familiar for Higuchi, after she became self-aware. But, a mix of two emotions were dominant. Anger and envy.

🔫 Higuchi was envious of boss, of Akutagawa-senpai, of Gin, of Chuuya-san... Because, they have past. Even Q and Kajii can remember something from their past. Higuchi didn't have anything. Not a past. Not a reason for joining Port Mafia. Nothing.

🔫 Don't get her wrong, she was loyal to Port Mafia. She wanted to be in Port Mafia. But Higuchi wanted to know WHY she wanted to be in Port Mafia. WHY she wanted to be loyal to Port Mafia?

🔫 Was she just a joke for Readers? Was she just a tool for an author for a comedy means? A crazy fan of Akutagawa-senpai?

🔫 She didn't have answers. Higuchi continue to follow Mori's orders, patrolling the city with Akutagawa. But her mind was far from focusing on patrol.

🔫 Should she leave? Go to ADA, to The Guild, Government, Rats, Hunting Dogs? Should she start hugging everyone, or paint Port Mafia building with pink paint? She wanted to do anything, she decided to do by herself! Something, that was unexpected from her! Something, that not dictated by an author. Higuchi just wanted to be sure. Be sure, that she also can have a free will. Despite not having a past. Despite not having a reason. To knew her reasons.

🔫And then, one day, she felt an entity's gaze on her.

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One can quickly add two and two together. That otherworldly thing in the air was one of the "Readers

Between patrols, Higuchi wondered why Reader were reading about their lives.

Out of boredom? For their amusement?

Who they were for the Reader? Who Higuchi was for Reader?

A joke... Or they see something in her? Or, they hated her?

Higuchi didn't know.

And she was afraid of knowing.

Higuchi shared her fears with Gin. Gin... spoke in riddles, and, tried to reassure her about Reader. Gin said, that "Higuchi, you might like the truth."

Higuchi still feel scared.

But one day, time reset.

And Higuchi was sitting in the Armed Detective Agency again.

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When they start feeling your presence

🔫 Meeting with ADA felt strange... Most of the Detectives looked strangely calm and happy. Especially Former Executive. Higuchi didn't meet him after they realized the truth, and before time reset, but she heard, how. Chuuya-san, Hirotsu-san and Akutagawa-sempai discussed him. His hate towards the Reader. So why...

Dazai grabbed Higuchi's hand, flirting with her.

And Higuchi heard the voice.

"She [||||||||||||] beautiful"

Suddenly, Dazai squeezed her hands.

"You have heard them, right? Precious Guiding Light?"

Higuchi didn't knew, what to say. She was extremely grateful, when Kunikida drag Dazai away.

🔫 Detective followed her. They knew, what is going to happen. But they followed after her. And Higuchi knew, that she herself can't change the outcome.

🔫Next few days were even crazier. Her fellow Mafioso were happy. They start to like Reader. Even Akutagawa-senpai stopped cursing Reader.

🔫And then, ADA and Port Mafia joined forces. To get to the real world. To a person, they called Guiding Light.

🔫 Their current world also changed. Force, that made them repeat their actions, despite knowing, at what it will lead.

🔫 Akutagawa-senpai wasn't injured during the fight with Kyouka and Weretiger.

🔫 Yet, Higuchi, after few "days" passed, went to the warehouse, where kidnappers were keeping him in a “previous” timeline.

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"I cannot do anything. But I can't just stand by and do nothing!"

In previous timeline, Higuchi said that words in a different place. Right now, she supposed to be on Port Mafia base, saying that words. She choosed to go to the warehouse and said that words. Decided by her own free will.

And then she heard a voice again. This time, it was clear.

Something warm and nice hugged her. Higuchi felt, like she just had the best rest in her entire life.

"brave" "strong" "loyal"

"Higuchi, I admire you. Your loyalty, your strength. It's okay to be hesitant. It makes you human. All humans are afraid of something. But, only brave ones will do, what is right."

Something soft pet Higuchi's cheeks.

[In reality, you pet manga panel with Higuchi.]

All her fear and insecurity disappeared.

Real person called her a human.

They think, she can be called human.

For that, Higuchi will always be grateful.

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🔫 Higuchi might not be as skilled as Akutagawa, or as strong as Atsushi, but she is capable.

🔫 She will become your assistant. Your guardian. Your protector.

🔫 She will show the world, how capable of a mafioso she can be.

And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.

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When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

🔫 Higuchi was glad, that you liked her cards.

"Higuchi's hat is so cute!"

"I love this card skill! And Higuchi's animation looks cool."

"Higuchi, let's clean this stage!"

🔫 Higuchi was so happy. When you said, that you enjoyed using her and Akutagawa's double card, Akutagawa-sempai himself offered her to create some more double cards.

🔫 Higuchi liked, that because of her cards, she now has many new outfits. It means, that to make things even, you two must have a shopping trip, to get you new outfits.

🔫 When BSD Cast get access to your phone, Higuchi will help you with sorting out your files. She will be careful, not to raise a suspicion.

🔫 She will search for information about your city. She wants to know as much as she can, so she can protect you.

🔫 She is waiting for the day she can see you in a flesh.

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You collected your rewards, when you got a note in your inbox.

This one was from Higuchi. She gave you dome scene cards.

"[Y/N], I want to invite you to go for a walk! When I came to your city, I want to visit every interesting place you knew about. Together, we will have a great time. We can invite Yosano, if you want. Thank you in advance. Ichiyo Higuchi."

You smiled and opened "Port Mafia Building" menu. You pet Higuchi's chibi in the Armory.

"It's a deal, Higuchi. I would like to show you around my city. We will have so much fun!"

You didn't notice, how chibi Higuchi blushed, looking directly at you.

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famwhy · 2 years

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Realisation

Yandere Dazai Osamu

Word Count: 3,176

Akutagawa despised you.

He hated everything about you. You, who was Dazai's other subordinate. You, who Dazai praised on the daily. You, who Dazai never let anyone in the Port Mafia lay a hand on.

It was unfair.

It was completely and utterly unfair.

Here he was, getting beaten bloody and blue for just a spec of approval from his mentor, while you stood there, just having to breathe to get the man to sing you praises.

You didn't even have an ability close to the potential his Rashomon had! How did you receive his mentor's approval without having to lift even the smallest finger?

What was worse, though, was the fact that you would always look at him with pity swirling in your eyes whenever Dazai would beat him into submission. Akutagawa hated that pity. He would despise you less if you gave him an arrogant smirk every time Dazai chose you over him. He didn't need your pity, he didn't want it.

How dare you have the audacity to pity him?!

Even now, he stood still, watching as Dazai smiled at you - cooing about how amazing you were as he held you with such a gentle touch, nothing like the rough way he would grab Akutagawa when he was needed for a mission.

And once more, there was that damn pity in your eyes. Disgusting.

♡

"You did perfect out there, Y/N-chan." Dazai praised you, arms wrapped securely around your waist and gaze half-lidded.

"Thank you, Dazai-senpai." You broke the gaze you held with Akutagawa to send Dazai a bashful smile.

"Come now, didn't I tell you to call me Osamu?"

"That would be highly inappropriate of me to do, Dazai-senpai."

"How so? We're both the same age here, Y/N-chan."

"But I am your subordinate."

"Yes you are, and as my subordinate, I order you to call me Osamu."

He had cornered you, ordering you to call him by his name, knowing you could not refuse an order.

"Okay, Osamu-senpai."

"Why not drop the honorific too?" The longer the conversation went on, the tighter his grip around your waist seemed to be. His arms felt like they were constricting you rather than embracing you, it was uncomfortable.

"Oh-okay," Upon witnessing his expectant eyes, you gulped down the lump built up in your throat. "Osamu."

You could say with confidence that a shiver of disgust ran down your spine when he groaned after your words, pulling you even closer to him.

You knew of Akutagawa's jealousy towards you, he was a kid looking for the approval of his teacher but always being denied it. Always being denied it because that approval would go to someone else - you. The poor boy was unable to gain any praise from Dazai because he was too busy entertaining his infatuation with you. And for that, Akutagawa hated you.

It was much like a scenario where a boy looked for his father's acknowledgment but always got casted to the side because of the new woman his father laid his eyes on. A scenario in which it was only natural for the boy to feel jealous.

You felt for him, you really did.

You felt so bad when you would stand to the side, watching as Dazai beat the boy for being 'too weak', only to then turn to you and place you on a pedestal - proclaiming about how he would never hurt you like he did Akutagawa, so blatantly showing his sick love for you.

Yes, that was what it was. A sick love.

You had realised it awhile back.

Dazai never treated you like his other subordinates, never dared being as rough with you as he was with them. He always said you were the best of all of them even though you knew that you could never compare to the strength of his other subordinates. Compared to them, you would describe yourself as average, nothing too powerful, nothing too weak. Just average.

You weren't flawless in missions - whenever you made a mistake, tears would flow down your eyes due to fear of what Dazai would do to you. He wouldn't do anything though, he never did. He would only cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears away before pulling you into a tight, protective embrace.

You once remembered being handed over to Chuuya for the day, although it was unwilling. Dazai would never hand you over to the man he despised, not in a billion years. It was through the big boss' orders that you were told to train with Chuuya that day, much to the chagrin of Dazai. You knew the leader was testing Dazai's limits, seeing how he would respond to you being put into the arms of another.

Dazai was clever, he knew too. He knew that Mori was testing his limits, though he didn't particularly care. And because he didn't care, he stuck by your side the whole day - greatly annoying the male who never seemed to take off his fedora.

To say Dazai was possessive would be a huge understatement.

"Come to my office, I think a reward is on offer."

A reward? Tch, you'd hardly give it that name.

"Y/N."

Upon closing the door, your were met with the orange curls that framed the handsome face of one of your superiors.

"Ah! Nakahara-senpai, is there something I can do for you?" You nervously glanced around, not wanting to meet the eyes of Chuuya.

"How many times do I gotta tell ya? Call me Chuuya."

"Sorry, Chuuya-senpai."

"You can drop the senpai too."

"Ah, okay Chuuya-san."

"You're persistent."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" You cleared your throat, wanting the conversation to be over with. You were right outside Dazai's office - if he chose to leave and saw you with Chuuya, all hell would break loose.

"Yeah, boss wants you to come with me on a mission."

"He wants me to go with you?"

"The hell's that supposed to mean?"

Careful Y/N, tread lightly. Chuuya's got a bit of a temper on him.

"Oh... uh... I just mean that.... well, I'm Dazai's subordinate so wouldn't it make more sense to send me on a mission with him?"

"You tellin' me you wanna be with that suicidal maniac?"

He had a point.

"I guess not..."

"C'mon then, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can eat." With those words, Chuuya took off in a different direction - with you stumbling over yourself before following not too long after.

"Ah, Chuuya-san-."

"Just. Chuuya."

"... Chuuya, what type of mission are we going on exactly?"

"Capture and secure the target."

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, almost causing you to crash straight into his back had you not stopped in time, before turning around with a piece of paper in his hands.

"This is the target?" You rose a brow before squinting and trying to take a second look.

"He may look like he ain't much but the guy's a sneaky little shit." He withdrew the page, turning around once more to continue walking.

"Does he have an ability?" Gaining confidence, you sped up your pace to match with Chuuya's own, eventually walking in step with your superior.

"Yeah."

"Oh, well, what is it?"

"Nothing I can't handle."

Your eye twitched.

"Okay... I didn't ask if you could handle it or not. I asked what it was."

"Oh?" The way he tilted his head back with a smirk resting upon his face made it very clear to you that he knew what he was doing. "Wasn't aware you had a backbone to ya, princess. You seemed like the submissive type whenever you were with that fucking freak."

"I- gh-!" To say you were caught off-guard by his lewd implications would be an understatement. "Yuh-you-! Just tell me already!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

"Why you-!"

Before you could sputter an insult out, your body collided with another, instantly cutting you off.

"Ah, sorry."

You intended to brush them away and continue after the short male, however, you were unable to do so when whoever bumped into you placed their hand on your shoulder - grip so tight and familiar.

"Where are you going?" The words were spat out with venom and you didn't even need to turn around to know it was Akutagawa.

"On a mission."

"On your own?"

"With Chuuya."

He clicked his tongue. "So disrespectful to your superiors, I don't understand how he likes you."

You jerked your shoulder, forcing his hand off of it without so much as a glance behind you - opting to say no more as you hastened your steps to catch up with the executive who was now quite ahead of you.

"Chuuya! Wait up!"

You made it out the doors, seeing the male just ahead of you and making your way towards him.

He was standing before a very cool-looking crimson motorcycle, smirking at it before throwing his body over it.

"Get on."

"Wha-? No helmet?"

He looked at you as though you were wearing socks and sandles. "Helmet? You kidding me? Does that dick baby you that much?"

"Baby me?! I'm just concerned for my safety! Every biker wears a helmet!"

"Yeah? Well not-fucking-this-one. Now, are you gonna get on or do you wanna walk the rest of the way, sweetheart?"

With a huff, you hopped on behind him - waiting for him to start the engine...

...only to receive no indication that he would be turning on the vehicle.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to hold on."

"I am holding on."

"To me, dipshit."

"Tuh-to you?!"

When you returned to your flustered state, Chuuya's smirk also returned to his face.

"Yeah, to me. I mean, unless you wanna go flying off then, by all means, be my guest."

Pushing through the embarrassment, you did as told, wrapping your arms loosely around Chuuya's torso.

"You're gonna wanna hold on tighter than that, sweetheart."

"This is as tight as I'll go."

"Suit yourself."

With a 'vroom', the bike sped off at speeds so alarmingly fast, you found your grip on Chuuya tightening out of pure fear for your life.

"AHHHHHH!"

"Told ya."

"OH SHUT UP!"

"So, is this where the target is going to be?" You tilted your head to the side as you asked the male sat across from you.

The two of you were currently situated in a small cafe within a small street that was quite obscure, at least enough so that you wouldn't notice it if you were in a hurry to get somewhere from the main street.

Chuuya had parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the cafe before entering and taking a seat, with you following diligently after.

That led you to now.

"Nope." He popped the 'p' to emphasise his point.

"Huh?! What do you mean 'nope'?!"

"I mean, no, the target is not going to be here." The smirk on his face grew, he was clearly enjoying teasing you.

"Then why are we here?!"

"Well, princess, I'm starving and I wanna eat something so here we are."

"You are unbelievable." You crossed your arms, sighing in a little too much exaggeration.

"Yeah? Well, believe it, sweetheart."

You chose not to speak after that, stubbornly crossing your arms and tossing your head to the side.

The rest of your little 'date' was spent in silence, apart from ordering food, neither of you spoke a word.

Your mind had wandered off, your thoughts drawing you to your mentor, Dazai. He was bound to find out where you were eventually. Just the thought of his reaction is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

No doubt he would drag you out and as far away as possible. He probably would mention something about how 'that disgusting midget' 'tainted' you - as though he, himself, had not done so already.

"Oi, are you listening?" When you finally came to, the snapping of Chuuya's fingers was suddenly both visible and audible to you. "You can't keep your head stuck in the clouds while we're on a mission, princess."

"Says the guy who stopped at a cafe to get a meal nowhere near the target we're meant to be capturing right now." You were quick to send a quip right back at him, addressing him as though he wasn't your superior (which clearly wasn't the case).

"Yeah? Well, that guy's also your superior which means he can do what he fucking wants." You glowered as Chuuya gave you the most smug look in the world, as if he couldn't get any more cocky. "Anyway, let's go. I've had my fill."

You scrambled up after him, severely annoyed but choosing not to run your mouth again lest you want to anger the midget.

Honestly, this guy had some audacity to be this careless on missions. Just because he had a powerful ability, with masterful martial art techniques to match, did not mean he could be this unbothered by the consequences of his actions. Seriously, his ego is as big as Dazai's-.

"That's him! That's the little shit!" Chuuya's words snapped you back to reality, causing you to raise your head in alarm. "Alright, princess, time to put that ability of yours to use."

"I thought you didn't need my help." You stubbornly crossed your arms.

"I don't. But I suppose you wanna explain to the boss how you were doing nothing while I did all the work?"

Almost immediately, metal chains appeared from blue ribbons with kanji written on them - all of which originated from your now-crouched-down form, hands balled into fists that made contact with the ground.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Your ability, 'Chains of Fate', allowed you to summon chains to restrain a target of your choice so long as they were within your line of sight. The perfect ability for capture missions; combat missions? Not so much.

Luckily, this mission was a capture mission.

Your chains wrapped around your targets wrists and ankles, pulling at them and rendering him immobile.

The 'crunch' of Chuuya's knuckles was very audible from beside you - as was the crack of his neck. He was getting ready to show off, wasn't he? Dazai told you a lot about Chuuya's tendency to go overboard with his ability due to his confidence in himself, 'an arrogant little shit' was the phrase he used when ranting to you about this specific trait of the handsome ginger.

Alright, time to see if he-.

"Y/N?"

Ah shit.

The sound of the familiar voice was enough to cause your concentration to falter and, in just that split window of time, the target was let loose of your chains - wasting no time to flee the scene.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Chuuya screamed, looking over at you, but by then, your wrist was already seized by your mentor.

"What. The. Fuck are you doing with this fucking midget." Dazai spat the words with such venom, you (and pretty much every person within your vicinity) flinched.

"The fuck did you just call me?!"

"Shut up, Chuuya. I'm not talking to you." Dazai's tone had completely changed from his usual playful one. It was one of complete and utter loathing. He was seething.

"Why you little-!"

"He's getting away!" You pointed towards the capture target.

"Let him." Scoffed Dazai. "I couldn't give less of a damn."

Your worried gaze stayed trained onto the man dashing away at speeds you weren't capable of reaching.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, subordinate." Your hair was pulled harshly, causing your whole head to jerk to the side, an expression of hurt falling on your face.

"Yuh-yes, Dazai-senpai." You winced once more, feeling him tug on the roots of your hair again.

"What did I tell you to call me?"

"Osamu."

"So call me it."

"Yes, Osamu..."

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Chuuya finally snapped out of his little daze from witnessing the way Dazai handled you. "She was just following the boss' orders. What? Does your authority go above the boss' now?"

Dazai narrowed his eyes, finally letting go of your hair. "Mori."

"Explain to me again why that man is not within my grasp right now." The narrowed gaze of the Mafia boss sent shivers down your spine.

"This piece of shi-."

"How about you explain to me why you told my Y/N to partner with Chuuya for this mission?" Dazai cut off the shortest male in the room, narrowing his own gaze much more that Mori.

"I don't see why I should."

"She is my subordinate. If there is anyone she should be doing a mission with, it's me."

The way Dazai was acting was scaring you. A lot more than usual. He'd never once laid a hand on you, or well, with intentions to harm that is. This was the very first time he'd done so. You feared it wouldn't be the last.

"Her skillset is much unlike all of your other subordinates. In fact, I am thinking of sending her to work under Chuuya instead of you."

Slam.

"You will not be sending her to work with anyone but me."

With that, he seized your wrist in an extremely tight grasp and stormed right out of the office, leaving behind two dents in the table as traces of his fury.

As soon as you were a good distance away from the boss' office, you were tugged into an oh-so-familiar embrace.

"My Y/N, I'm so sorry for hurting you, but you must understand, I don't like you being around that disgusting midget." He stuffed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent and rendering you motionless.

"I'm sorry, Da- err, Osamu."

"That's a good girl. My good girl." He pulled away from the hug before gently grasping your chin with eyes filled to the brim with love and adoration. "Such a good girl deserves a reward, don't you think?"

His lips pressed against yours for the nth time that day, locking together with a one-sided love forced onto you through a very clear power dynamic.

Akutagawa may have despised you for the praise you got from Dazai but boy did you envy him for the lack of attention he got from the suicide freak.

No, Akutagawa does not have romantic feelings for Dazai. He looks up to him and only views him as a mentor. He just hates reader because she gets Dazai's praise effortlessly while he has never gotten any despite all the effort he has put into his job.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #mafia dazai #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #yandere dazai #female reader #x reader #yandere male x female reader #bsd chuuya #.realisation

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tachiharastanacc · 2 months

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The mafia needs an HR department solely for Mori alone bc imagine the sheer number of complaints it would get.

Mostly from Elise.

“Today the boss told me that I should impregnate Dazai because he wants grandkids. This is deeply overstepping his boundary as a boss.”

“Boss threatened to have a girl I like- I mean an assassin- kill me. Also, he was willing to let Akutagawa-senpai die.”

“Yeah so the boss asked me to go to his office alone and it was dark and he walked up from behind me and just kinda grabbed me? It was really creepy. Also he shot my brother. 2/10, still not the worst boss I’ve had.”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd mori #mori ougai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #skk #kinda #it’s implied #bsd higuchi #higuchi ichiyo #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou

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silverystarswanderer · 1 month

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Usagi Shima x Bungou Stray Dogs #5

Chapter 15 of Open My Eyes to Everything (There must be something more) by @zinder-fox

Congrats Atsushi for becoming Atsushi-SENPAI to Akutagawa 🎉🎉🎉

BunAku is 200% motivated to make his senpai proud!!!

Wait, does Dazai know he is number 2 now? 🤣

#bungou stray dogs #zinder's fics #my edit #omete(tmbsm)

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mitraoki · 4 months

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daze. (chuuya x reader)

note; @akutagawasbitch love u thank u for giving me inspo to write for bsd again TEEHEE🥺🤍 was obsessed with the idea of jealous chuuya so hopefully this fic did him justice AAAAAA-

cw; not really proofread, reader is a little more feminine (they wear a dress), reader is also not in any of the organizations, suggestive, drunk chuuya!!!

masterlist.

when they said it was supposed to be a party like always, chuuya definitely didn't expect to be met with hundreds of other faces he'd never seen.

he certainly did not expect for you to want to tag along, too. it wasn't like you haven't already - sometimes curiosity gets the best of you, and you couldn't resist your ravishing looking man in one of his best suits.

a suit that you'd picked out for him during one of your dates. wine red - just the way he likes it - traces amongst the silky black fabric. it was tough choosing between a bowtie or just a tie, but he preferred the tie; tucked underneath the vest that hugged his build perfectly. buttons glimmering gold under the chandeliers and a rose that he'd picked to match the one clipped on your hairdo.

you seemed to give chuuya motivation to go when he saw your outfit for the night. a dress that complimented his color palette, with the set of jewelry he'd bought for you one fine day. you felt really proud of how well you dressed (just for him, mostly.), so there you were, strutting down the steps of your shared home, an elegant twirl in the end to show him your completed look.

if you looked closely, you could've caught him drooling. he walked towards you, gloved hand loosely wrapped around your waist.

"i'm so in love with you."

"oh, you. i cannot take my eyes off of you either."

it felt so surreal that his boss decided to have a party out of nowhere, but you soon learnt the sole purpose being gaining new intel from a neighboring organization. this was just his way of thanking them. quite extravagant, but thrilling nonetheless.

"old man has so much time on his hands," chuuya grumbled, his arm entwined with yours. "or maybe it's because he wants us members to make up with 'em."

"hey," you slapped his shoulder playfully. "you gotta let it loose once in a while. i bet he even prepared your favorite drink tonight."

"for real?"

"mhm."

he sighed. "i'm only doing this because i love you. oh - and i also wanted you to see me wear this," he raised his head, adjusting his fedora triumphantly.

***

it didn't take long for chuuya to be dragged away by one of his colleagues. the so called ice-breaking session was currently underway and he promised to be back with you the moment he was done. you giggled as you heard him curse under his breath, followed by a toothy smile when he was greeted by a new face.

you found a seat nearby to wait when you met higuchi, a familiar face you've come across every time you tagged along for small matters (at this point he might as well recruit you here, but you'll leave that decision to him).

"higuchi, right? gorgeous as ever. where's um...," you wiggled your finger around, trying to remember the pale-skinned man you always saw her with.

"y/n! you look lovely yourself," you watched her rosy cheeks turn red within seconds as she fanned them off before continuing. "you mean akutagawa senpai? i was told to wait for him here. he seemed to be in an okay mood tonight, so i didn't want to be the first to ruin it," she concluded, straightening the fabric of her dress.

the two of you continued chatting. you followed her around, being introduced to other members of the port mafia. many of them were familiar faces, so it was nice to call them acquaintances now.

it wasn't until you noticed the back of the hall serving a variety of drinks. your ears picked up that it was first come first served, so why would you miss the chance?

though, there's always one thing you always forgot when you attended parties.

the watchful eyes around you.

you and higuchi lost each other in the slowly growing crowd in the drinks corner, so your first mistake was to assume she was the one snaking an arm around your waist.

your second mistake was thinking that it was chuuya trying to pull you away from the crowd.

chills ran down your spine as you peeled yourself away from the foreign arm around you, eyes glaring up at the bigger figure.

"do i know you?"

his words were only drowning along with the background noise, which only infuriated you more.

how long has it been since i last saw chuuya, by the way? you thought to yourself. he promised he would be back soon-

you watched as a gloved fist landed its first hit on the man's face.

did it all happen in a flash? was it in slow motion? you didn't know, you couldn't tell - he continued jabbing more punches around his face, adding a few more to his chin, his jaw.

you finally realized it was your boyfriend when a wine bottle flew past your face. it was gravity he was manipulating - it was nakahara chuuya.

"chuuya! stop it!"

he froze. his once droopy eyes darted towards the now broken wine bottle, back to you, and the man now laying on the floor.

he let out a frustrated grunt, tossing the bottle to the side.

"hear that? yeah. 's my name she's calling," he drawled, squatting to get a better look at the man. with the position he was in, it was like he wasn't ready to show himself till chuuya left his sight.

"touch her again and you would see your grave next."

restless, you grabbed a hold of his arm, hoisting him up only to end up stumbling from his weight.

he's either going to regret this, or brag about it to me, you thought, you inner self shaking their head in defeat.

"we'll get this mess cleaned up; he's drunk. why don't you bring him home, my dear?"

***

you walked in, with him abruptly freeing himself from your hold.

"honey, you're gonna fall. come on."

being drunk was no biggie for chuuya's strength. despite the different world he was in, he seemed to have heard you loud and clear.

it didn't even take five seconds and he had you pinned against the wall, arms slamming against each side of the hard surface.

"what are you-,"

"i'm sorry."

"wha-,"

"i'm sorry, baby," he finally looked into your eyes, the same droopy look you saw in the event earlier. only this time, it was mixed with rage, confusion and regret.

"okay," you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. "chuuya, let's see if you're hurt anywhere, okay? then we'll talk-,"

he practically crash landed into your lips, causing his fedora to slip off of his hair, landing with a soft thud against the floorboard. you didn't realize until this very moment that it had been quite a while since you felt this sensation with him.

he forcefully pulled himself away from you, worried you might do so first.

"i.... i just... i need to kiss you."

his words were firm. his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back into your eyes once more, and you could tell they were pleading, begging for you to say yes.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his figure in close to yours. doing the honors, you closed the final bit of gap between the two of you, earning a satisfied grunt from his throat.

he pushed you back further against the wall, keeping you trapped within his embrace. his hands now gripped each side of your waist, fingers digging themselves into your fabric like they were trying to find your skin. he tasted like wine - you figured he actually found his favorite on display. his teeth was sinking into your bottom lip. it didn't hurt, but you could tell he was tugging at them.

chuuya let go but left long, luscious pecks on your lips, allowing you to catch your breaths in every interval. his breath was now hot and heavy, his tongue successfully finding its way through, and exploring your mouth like he had been craving for it all night.

that's how he'd always kissed you. he craved for them. and if it were a meal, he would take his time with it, relish it even.

but he also does this when he's jealous. obviously you could tell what he was feeling right now.

you could feel him smirking through the kiss as he heard a soft moan escape you. with that, he moved you away from the wall, gracefully landing you with a plop! onto the sofa.

"you're drunk," you whined breathlessly, finally pulling away. all he did was silently chuckle in response, removing the first two layers of his clothing. the tie made a loud whip sound when he loosened it, as if reminding you to get a grip of what he was about to do to you.

rolling your eyes in amusement, you helped him remove each button of his shirt, sitting up a little to help him slide it off of his body.

he wasn't done with you though. he leaned in closer to you, causing you to lay back down. his lips continued their journey towards your exposed collarbones, reaching at one of the straps of your delicate dress as he pushed it further down your shoulder.

"....i'm sorry i wasn't there when he touched you."

"god, chuuya. i don't think he's gonna dream of it after this," you giggled, fingers tracing his exposed skin. he breathed in sharply as he held your wrist tenderly, kissing it.

"i'm sorry for being so rough with you."

"you did not hurt me at all, chuuya. i promise."

you reached for the back of your dress, but your action was soon cut off by his hands once again.

"let me take care of you, baby. please."

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bokutizer · 1 year

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➵ NANAMI KENTO

summary : Nanami earns a kiss from his senpai. tags : fluff, fem!reader, first-year!Nanami & second-year!reader a/n: I'll probably write a separate bonus part for the dye in shampoo part. We all want Gojo with baby pink hair. PART 1 PART 2

It's quiet in Nanami's room. Hell, the entire Jujutsu Tech estate is probably quiet with Gojo and Geto being away on a mission. It's quiet in his room except for the sound of rustling leaves on the trees outside as a light breeze enters through the slightly ajar window, and the sound of his bouncing leg hitting against the inner side of his desk.

Yes. Oh-so-composed Nanami Kento is nervous- no, not nervous. Excited? No, that's too much of a strong emotion. Delighted? Nah, that's a synonym... Okay, you know what, maybe he is nervous. But it's a good kind of nervous. And he can't help but groan and let his head fall face first onto the pages of a book Geto has lent him. He's sure he can feel Murakami's words being imprinted on his forehead.

He's being ridiculous, he thinks. It's not like you're coming to his room to spend some quality time with him. You're going to knock on his door, greet him with your sweet signature smile, give him his manga back, and leave. That's it. As simple as that.

So why can't he help but feel- (he's looking for the right word again) -happy to see you? And it's not like he hasn't seen you in a while, because it was only this morning when you met him in the hallway that you told him you would come by later and give him the Naruto manga back he had lent you a few days ago.

Nanami lifts his head from the book, rubbing his forehead and unconsciously looking down at his hand just to make sure that there's no Murakami left on his forehead. And then he feels his eyes soften. His thoughts drift to the interaction he recently had with you when he was lounging outside on a bench, reading a book when you coincidentally passed by.

"Oh, Kento-kun! What ya' doing?" your gentle voice pulled his attention away from the book in his hands, his gaze falling on your bright face as you leaned over the back of the bench.

You must know that if there is one thing that Nanami has noticed about you, then it is how bubbly and talk-active you can sometimes get when you seem to be in a good mood.

That day was obviously one of those days, because as much as he enjoyed your presence and listening to you- He had days when he could clearly tell why you and that white haired menace got along so well. That's why Nanami was quick to fish the newest volume of Naruto out of his backpack, instead of giving you an entire biography of Akutagawa.

("Is he still alive?" "Senpai, he was born in the 19th century." "Oh. When did he die? And why?" "I don't know, and suicide if I remember correctly." "Oh. What happened? Was he married? Did he have kids? Is that your favourite book of his? What other books does he have?" Sigh.)

And as he watched you sit cross-legged beside him, engrossed in the black and white panels, your questions that resembled those of a curious child were already completely forgotten. Nanami realised that it was funny how you were actually the older one out of the two of you.

A bunch of successive knocks pull him out of his thoughts and he immediately jumps out of his chair, unconsciously combing through his hair and straightening his shirt. Nanami takes a deep breath and opens the door, however before he even gets a chance to great you, you force the manga into his hands.

"'M sorry, Kento-kun!" You sound breathless as you already start backing away from his door and hurrying further down the hallway. Did you run to his room? "Shoko wants to buy hair dye and put it in Satoru's shampoo while he's away! Need to hurry up before the drugstore closes!"

And just like that, you're gone.

Nanami blinks a few times and stares at the spot where you have been standing a few seconds ago before he trudges back into his room, and looks down at the manga in his hand. This time he doesn't have to ponder too long over what feeling you have just ignited in him. Disappointment.

But he's not blaming you. That would be naive. He has simply been looking forward to talking to you. He had hoped that he could listen to you talking about your fav parts of the manga, or that you would tell him about your day, or ask him whether he has finished his book and if he liked it.

He sighs and is about to sit back down on his desk chair when someone knocks on his door again. Probably Yuu, he thinks. The homework Yaga-sensei gave them was harder than-

Nanami's eyebrows furrow in confusion when he catches sight of you, not any less breathless than before. This time Shoko's standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall and obviously waiting for you- Wait, why are you here?

Yet, before he can even open his mouth, there's a whiff of that familiar scent of yours. He feels one of your hands on his right shoulder, and he can't tell how you managed to come so close so quickly. Then his eyes widen.

Your pillowy lips collide with the pale skin of his cheek. He feels his body tingle, something in his stomach flutters, and his knees weaken a tiniest bit. The peck is sweet. Soft. A little wet. And unfortunately quick and short. But it's enough for him.

"Forgot to, uh, thank you. For lending me the- you know." you smile bashfully as he witnesses you leave, your hand lightly lifting to wave at him a last time. Talk, Kento, talk. Do you remember how to talk? No? No, okay. Motoric skills? Are they functioning?

All Nanami can do is stare at you blankly and wave back. Okay, motoric skills: check.

Flirting skills: Meh.

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kyouka-supremacy · 7 months

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It's soooo weird to see Higuchi call Akutagawa senpai when she's infinitely more competent than him

#ichiyō higuchi #ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #q.#12/01/23 #“more competent” I mean‚ I guess it's just that they solve different jobs? Neither of them can replace the other #But still like... At least Higuchi is a somehow functioning human being...#Maybe the post just wanted to say “It's so weird to see Higuchi go after Akutagawa when she's infinitely better than him”#I guess I just think Higuchi deserves better...

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I swear no one does Higuchi justice like c’mon I’m BEGGING to be her cute wife that cooks for her whenever she comes from the Mafia. The chokehold she has on me is just *mwah* she’d be so sweet

also love your tachihara fanfiction it’s my dinner everyday <3

"housewife"

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higuchi ichiyo x wife! reader

warnings: i attempt fluff again ; this is so short idk why, apologies my liege ; this is fiction bc there's no way i could cook smth and not poison my wife/ burn the house down in the process ,,, ; tw bath!! (/j it's all just fluff) ; l e s b i a n s ; love language is phys touch deal with it ; itty bitty cursing ; lowercase intended ; NOT proofread

you knew not to panic in such situations. waking up to disheveled sheets that had turned frigid, indicating that ichiyo had been gone too long. you allowed yourself to sleep in, given that you had the day off and decided you'd just lounge around, take a break and plan something nice for your lover in the meantime.

a stress-free period, but all you felt was anxiety when you dialed her number and got sent straight to voicemail repeatedly. this time, you decided you might as well actually leave a message when the line rang for too long.

"'chiyo, honey, call me back when you get this. just wanna make sure everything's okay, alright? I miss you already, love y-"

"who the hell is this?"

you'd been anticipating the automated voice so much that it barely registered that you didn't actually hear it this time, and a quick glance at the screen confirmed that you really were on call with someone on the other end of the line. the voice was raspy, definitely not hers, so you echoed back the question.

"um, who are you?" you challenged with a hand on your hip that they couldn't see.

except, instead of a response, you heard some distant voices on the other line, one rather hyper as it babbled something you interpreted as 'akutagawa-senpai!'. a few noises ensued along a brief chaos you couldn't see, and suddenly the phone was put back to someone's ear as they panted. you could recognize that heavy breathing anywhere.

"hey, hey, 'chiyo, what's going on?" you spoke softly, hoping she was alright and not trying to scare her.

she stuttered nervously. "sorry, I'm so sorry, I must've dropped my phone somewhere and akutagawa-senpai picked it up and-"

"woah, was that the akutagawa you're always talking about?" you couldn't believe it; after being with her for so long, you'd only ever heard stories about the people with whom she worked. you agreed that the kind of place where she operated was dangerous and it was better not to get yourself involved, so she kept you separated from everything she did. you appreciated the thought, but sometimes you felt a little frustrated that you couldn't meet the people in her life— you didn't even think they were aware ichiyo was married.

a tired sigh confirmed your theory. "look, [_____], I'll call you back when-"

"higuchi, who is that?"

akutagawa seemed to be speaking again, and quite frankly you didn't like his tone. if you were on speaker, you'd set him straight but for now you just listened to ichiyo ramble a response while not actually answering the question. he sounded tired of the bullshit and eventually the line was cut off harshly. something told you that you won't be able to call this number anymore.

music played on the speaker as you hummed, tray of baked goods getting pulled out of the oven by your gloved mitten. the smell filled out the rather small place you shared with both your wife and sister-in-law, but the latter was out for the week on some kind of trip and left you all alone. you'd gotten used to ichiyo's erratic lifestyle, sometimes disappearing during the day and barely making it home at night. she sounded exhausted when she did arrive, so you didn't mind taking care of the little things.

proud of yourself, you put the assorted goods in various plates and left them on the table, waiting for her to come home. you couldn't call her, obviously, since it appears her boss had pulverized the device out of rage. you'd be worried if not for the fact that, based on her stories, it seemed this was a regular occurrence and she didn't mind it. you'd feel jealous of the man if it weren't for the fact that she fawned over you much harder in all the days you'd known her. she knows what she wants and does everything to get it, you'll give her that. by nature, ichiyo was incredibly caring and it was difficult to hold that against her

something was in your hands as you lounged on the couch, passing the time: a book, your phone, anything to keep your mind occupied. the sun had set and you were getting impatient, as nighttime meant she was going to be out until the early hours and might even come home with a particular scent on her clothing that resembled blood and death. how a person so sweet, so feeling could get into this kind of business was beyond you, much less how she could last thing long. she once told you that the only reason she could keep her mind this long was coming home to your soft kisses and pampering.

a clicking of the front lock and the creaking that ensued signaled that you were about to do that once more, and you strolled over to the entrance with an excited smile.

"welcome home, 'chiyo, how wa-" you caught yourself off when you saw a splatter of crimson along her cheek. your lips tugged downwards into a frown as a reflex, and you sighed gently once you saw her expression. she seemed so conflicted, not about whatever crime she'd done but about making you worry so quickly. "hey, hey, it's okay, c'mere."

with that, you pulled her into your embrace and set a kiss on her hair. it still smelled like that shampoo you'd bought her, a subtle vanilla and chamomile that reminded you of her. her entire body slumped into your strong arms, and she let you drag her across the house, shedding her shoes, meticulously pulling the elastic out of her hair to let her messy bun fall into a bob, then helping her out of her unbuttoned jacket. you pulled her body into yours as you laid down on the couch again, but this time with her head shoved into your chest, which was one of her favourite things to do.

"wanna talk about it?" you asked, dumbly, one of your regular antics. of course she wanted to talk about it; she did an awful job keeping things to herself anyways.

so, you listened carefully while she recounted stories with fake names to keep you protected and vague details in certain places, specific in others. she didn't seem hungry, so you just skipped the food for now and dragged her to your bedroom. you were about to throw her pajamas and get her to change so you could just lay down in bed for the evening, but the burgundy was darkening on patches on her arm and you couldn't help but stare at it.

"—so akutawaga-senpai showed up and I felt a little stupid but he-" you interrupted her by grabbing her shoulders and giving her a little shake.

"honey, can we clean off... that..." you danced around the topic, but she knew exactly what you meant when your eyes kept darting to certain areas of her skin. she nodded and you gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'll run the bath and we can scrub it off. keep going, I'm listening."

she continued speaking as you did exactly that and eventually both of you were stripped and laying down in the tub. she was sitting in between your legs, with her back resting on your chest and head leaning back to rest on your shoulder. you traced her body, rubbing into certain patches until her skin was back to its beautiful glow. the warmth of both her and the water was too comforting, and you stayed longer than needed, your fingertips turning raisin-like in protest. despite this, you leaned down to kiss her up and down her neck while you gently massaged her flesh from her thighs to her hips, her stomach to her breasts. if she wasn't so tired that she eventually ran out of steam and stopped talking just to revel in your embrace, you might've handled her a little differently. yet, at this moment the only desire you had was to pamper her.

"ichiyo..." you breathed out slowly, lips grazing her ear while you kissed her again and spread out your fingers over her stomach. "mmmmn... 'missed you... i love you s'much..."

god, you would break her if you kept this up. so long together that you finally managed to put a ring on it yet she still fangirled over you like you were her high school crush. even as you pulled yourselves out of the sanctuary of steam and warmth in order to actually eat, she blushed every time you left a quick peck on her cheek or rubbed noses while chuckling softly.

she fell asleep in your arms, with her leg on top of you pulling you close like her very own plushie. it was hard not to smile at her once she began snoring and murmuring something about akutagawa during her slumber.

hand in hand, you snuggled up in big jackets in the middle of the night to fend off the frigid breeze. holding onto your fingers wasn't enough, and ichiyo was fully clinging onto your bicep as you walked with her in the empty streets of yokohoma.

"this s-sounded so m-much more fun when w-we were inside... warm... by the f-fireplace.." her teeth chattered and she pulled herself closer into you.

"you were the one who suggested getting something from the café," you retorted with a chuckle, opposite hand brought up to tuck her hair behind her ear that was starting to turn pink from the cold. you rubbed your thumb along her cheek which was going through something similar, then sighed with a cloud of hot breath. "alright, honey we'll head in. i think there's another one on this street, we can just stay there and warm up before we go back, mkay?"

she would feel a bit ashamed about being so demanding if you hadn't pulled her in tighter and looked at her so lovingly. she had such an impossible time never believing she was capable enough at the mafia, and that discomfort disappeared as soon as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear and made her feel like everything was alright.

you turned your bodies together, door jingling as you stepped inside and the air blowing down from the heater hitting you. you realized that she was right, it was too damn cold outside, as soon as you felt the contrast of the inside. you turned towards your lover with a quick look to see if her body was as relieved as yours, but she was staring at something intensely on the horizon, like she'd seen a ghost.

you followed her gaze, and it fell on a man with tuffs of white in his hair standing next to a woman, slightly shorter but with noticeably long stands of black veiling the sides of her face.

"do you know them?" you whispered, and she jumped a little. part of her wanted to drag you outside, but she couldn't lie to you or keep things no matter how much her common sense told her to.

"that's... they're..." she was struggling to say something, anything, but you noticed she was letting herself get flustered. in these kinds of situations, you liked to interrupt her with a kiss to bring her back to earth from her constantly overreacting mind.

she pulled away before your lips could touch.

she'd never done that before.

you knew better, that this was probably a question of her not wanting the pda right now or maybe it had something to do with the duo standing over there waiting for their drinks, but it hurt nonetheless when you saw her squint her eyes shut and shake her head.

"that's akutagawa," she whispered as an explanation, and you felt simultaneously irritated and relieved, the former due to the fact that it confirmed that she hadn't told her boss that she was in a relationship, much less married. you understood why but it didn't sting any less.

"who's the girl?" you followed up, trying not to think about it too deeply. "is that.. uh... gin?"

she nodded meekly, and it was impossible to stay mad for long when she was so cute. you slid your hand around her waist, turning her around so that her back was to the pair and they wouldn't recognize her while she spoke to you. your voice dropped so low she could barely hear it. "should we get out of here so they don't see us? I'm not that cold, I can wait outside if it makes you more comfortable, honey."

how could she ask you to do something like that when your words were so caring, so honest? she took a deep breath and shook her head once more. in one impossibly fast motion you found yourself on the other end of the shop, standing in front of the man.

"akutagawa-senpai!" ichiyo exclaimed just a bit too loudly for this time of the day and the serenity of the empty café. she bowed her head down, speaking incredibly quickly. "I don't mean to interrupt your evening but it's come to my attention that you don't know that I'm married and this is my wife her name is [_____] and she's wonderful and-"

"'chiyo, he won't be able to understand what you're saying," you laughed softly, cutting her off as you placed your hand on her back reassuringly before addressing her boss with a respectful nod. "it's nice to finally meet you, akutagawa-san. I've heard a lot about you."

he barely bothered to acknowledge you, but the slight twitch in the spot that should've housed his eyebrows signaled that he was shocked. your smile grew wider when you looked to his sister who was sporting the same look. you pulled ichiyo against you from her hip as if to prove that she was indeed yours, and spoke slowly to explain snippets of the current situation. gin listened carefully without a word while the man tried his very best to seem completely uninterested.

as much as you wanted to learn everything there was to know about ichiyo's other side, eventually his drink was ready and he barely excused himself as he walked out. you watched him do so, and gin nodded to you and said something about how nice it was to make your acquaintance in a meek voice before quickly following him out. you waved, and noticed akutagawa watching you do so warmly before burying his face in his coat and scampering off.

"well," you giggled, turning back towards ichiyo, "that wasn't so bad. she's cute and he's an ass, but I trust your judgement in people."

you could practically see stars in her eyes; she rambled to you the entire walk home - during which she didn't complain about the cold a single time and was nearly bouncing off the sidewalk - about how much he clearly loved you based on his expression (apparently the fact that he didn't try to kill you on the spot was a sure sign of his support). she was so excited she even suggested bringing you with her to the port mafia tomorrow, but you stopped her and told her to slow down for just one second. you loved that she was so passionate about her emotions, but you wanted to talk and think this through before you did anything.

for tonight, though, you let her radiate with happiness as she jumped on top of you, making the mattress creak while she climbed up to sit on your lap and curl her fingers around the fabric of your shirt. your hands on her hips, she sat down with her knees bent on either side of you like a frog and leaned so you were chest-to-chest. she tickled your skin to draw out soft giggles while she peppered you with kisses, littering you with her best efforts to repay just a fraction of what you did for her. you rubbed her thighs in long, loving motions and brought her up so she was sitting on your hips instead. you wanted her closer, and she was happy to oblige as she kissed your lips.

"[_____]," she said, smiling into you, "I'm so lucky..."

you cut her off with a press upwards and a firm grip. "shhh, don't say anything. I love you, you love me and that's all we need."

she murmured your name that night in her sleep instead of akutagawa's.

#so funny writing this after prev ask but wtv i can let myself be domesticated for her #higuchi bsd #higuchi ichiyo #bsd higuchi #bsd x reader #bsd x reader fluff #higuchi x reader #higuchi ichiyo x reader #ichiyo higuchi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #im unwell for them

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