#Jyushi Aimono Fanfiction

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3:43 PM ~ *Jyushi Aimono*

Summary: Since you’re studying botany, you visit your local flower shop every day. Much to the delight of a certain worker there...

Pairing: Jyushi Aimono X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 654

Warning: OOC maybe? It’s not my best work.

Masterlist

“Here you are ma’am. Thank you for stopping by! You picked some lovely flowers.” Jyushi smiled brightly at the old woman as he handed her her bouquet of flowers.

She smiled back at him. “Such a nice boy! Thank you for helping me!”

His smile never faltered as she left the flower shop and he gave a self-satisfied sigh when she was gone. As he started to wipe down the counter, his coworker slid up next to him.

“You’re such a nice boy, Jyushi!” Kuko cooed, pinching his cheek.

Jyushi pouted. “Kuko! Stop being so mean to me!”

“Leave him alone, Kuko.” Hitoya, their manager, yelled from the back room.

Kuko rolled his eyes. “You people are no fun.” Setting himself down on the stool behind the counter, he asked, “So, do you have today’s flowers all picked out and ready?”

Jyushi felt his cheeks burn hot at the mention of the special flowers he set aside once a week for a very special customer. Almost a year ago, you started coming into the flower shop with a giant encyclopedia. After a couple of weeks of trying to talk to you but being too shy, Jyushi managed to learn that you were studying botany, specifically flowers, and were taking notes on the different flowers the store had. So he took it upon himself to help you out. Every week since then, when you came in with your notes and dazzling smile, he would hand you a flower and spew out facts about it from the research he did during the week before your visit. It soon became his favorite part of the day, not that he would ever tell you that.

Nodding, he pointed to a wrapped bundle of white flowers. “Yep. I have magnolias already prepared for today.”

“Magnolias, huh?” Jyushi nearly jumped out of his skin, seeing you at the counter, your smile almost blinding him.

He nodded again, a bit more bashful, causing Kuko to snicker before leaving the two of you alone to talk. “Yeah. Magnolias. Did you know that the flowers bloom before the leaves appear on the plant?”

Your eyes widened and you quickly jotted the fact down. “I do now! Seriously, Jyushi, what would I do without you? With your help, I’ll be able to become a professional botanist and work with flowers everyday for the rest of my life.”

“That would be wonderful.” He couldn’t help but smile. You always get so passionate and excited about your future. Your optimism always wore off on him, not that he minded in the slightest.

Taking one of the flowers from the small bouquet, you held out your hand. “May I borrow the scissors, please?”

After Jyushi handed them to you, you cut the stem shorter and tucked the flower behind your ear. Little did you know, but the cheeks of the boy in front of you exploded in pink. Did you even know how cute you look right now? You looked like some floral goddess. His heart skipped a beat.

“You look so pretty.”

Both of you were speechless, but Jyushi was panicking. He didn’t really say that out loud now, did he? Please tell him he didn’t just embarrass himself in front of you! He would never be able to live this one down! His life was effectively over.

However, you laughed. It was a pretty sound that seemed to make the sun shine brighter and the flowers around you both began to glow. “Aw, thank you! You’re pretty handsome if I do say so myself.”

Again, his cheeks darkened. “Oh, ah, thank you.”

Jyushi’s heart jumped into his throat when you gently took his hand in yours. He looked at you confused, shocked, and desperate, while you just grinned softly. It was then he thought, perhaps your heart was beating just as fast as his at this exact moment.

“So, tell me more about these magnolias…”

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my first ever kuujyu fic! check it out:) its short, sweet, and fluffy!! very self indulgent

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Y’know, I was doing pretty well working through my backlog of WIPs. 

But then I decided to watch With from Mercury and now I’m stuck on the idea of Jyushi and Amanda as Suletta and Ariel with Dice as Miorine

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Title: Fukutoshin Line

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Pairing: Jiro/Jyushi

That day the only thing Jiro had wanted was a present for his brother, not his heart stolen by a beautiful stranger on the route to Shibuya.

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An Hour Till Showtime

Summary: There’s an hour until you see Jyushi perform for the first time. However, can he perform perfectly just for you? Or will he crack under pressure? Only time will tell.

Pairing: Jyushi Aimono X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 2428

Warning: Anxiety

Masterlist

One hour. All he had to do was wait one hour until he got to see you. Jyushi’s foot was tapping erratically and he knew he was probably stressing his hair stylist out with how often he was dragging his hands through his hair. But he couldn’t help himself.

When Jyushi first started visual kei, he would get nervous like this all the time. Sometimes it would get so bad, he’d throw up. But he learned to hide it behind overconfidence, bordering on arrogance. However, now he felt like a scared little kid once again. All he needed was a text, or better yet, he needed to see you again. But you weren’t responding to him. It was making his nerves go crazy.

He lifted his hand to run it through his hair again when he heard a strained sigh. His hair stylist was watching him. With an awkward half smile, he dropped his hand and his gaze. Jyushi then began to fiddle with his phone. Perhaps he should text you again, to make sure you were really coming. You said you’d be here. It would be the first time you’d see him perform in his band in person. As excited as he was to see you in the audience, he was also scared to death you weren’t going to come. He checked the time on his phone.

Fifty minutes. Time was going so slow. Perhaps he could send one more text, just a quick check-in to see where you were and if you were still coming. Sure, Jyushi had already sent over twenty unanswered texts already and he called at least five times, but one more little check couldn’t hurt. So he sent one, asking if you were still on your way.

As he waited for your response, he tapped his foot incessantly, like the rhythmic tapping of a drummer. Where were you? Usually you were so good at texting him back. Why weren’t you responding this time? Were you okay? Were you lying dead in a ditch somewhere? Did he need to come find you?

Or did you think that if you ignored him and pretended like tonight didn’t exist, you wouldn’t have to come? Did you think he forgot you were coming? No, you couldn’t be thinking that. He had tried to contact you for an hour already! He had hoped you would be here early so he could show you around, introduce you to the band, and talk so you could calm his worries.

But you weren’t here and it was really stressing him out!

Jyushi wanted to be angry with you. He wanted to call you and tell you how much he hated what you were doing to him. But he was more scared than anything. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his gut. He couldn’t help but think that this was your less-than subtle way of telling him you didn’t like him as much as he liked you. He thought you were friends! How could you do this to him! How could you break his heart like this!

He could feel tears well in his eyes and, in an effort to will them away, he glanced at the clock above the mirror before him.

Forty-five minutes. His phone vibrated, alerting him that someone texted.

It was from you.

‘I am so sorry I’m just now seeing your messages! I should have been paying more attention! Yes, I am on my way right now. I promise I’ll be there before you know it, so don’t you worry. See you soon!’

Jyushi had to read it over a couple of times before he finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief. It was real. You were coming. You were on your way in fact. He had nothing to worry about. You’d be here soon and everything would be okay. You would finally get to see him perform the first time in person.

A new wave of anxiety crashed over him. Wait, you were going to see him perform for the first time in person! What if he messed up? What if he tripped over his own feet? What if he sang the wrong part, his voice cracked, or he forgot to sing at all? Could he handle the humiliation that would come after it? As tears welled in his eyes, he shook his head and thought he couldn’t. Hearing you mock or even pity him for any mistake would be too much to bear. It would be like back in middle school, when everyone made fun of him. He couldn’t go back to that. He couldn’t hear it from you.

He started to dab at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket before he felt someone place a hand on his shoulder. It was his stylist. She was handing him a handkerchief. Though she looked slightly annoyed, she still had an encouraging smile on her face.

“Chin up, kid. You’re going to do great tonight.”

“Are you sure?” His voice wobbled.

She nodded. “I’ve heard you sing. You’re really good. I’m sure whoever you’re trying to impress tonight is going to be blown out of the water as soon as they hear you.”

Jyushi let a small smile break through as he finished collecting the stray tears with the handkerchief. “Thank you. I really needed to hear that.”

Taking the handkerchief back, she sighed. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes to touch up your makeup again. Try not to let it run too much, okay?”

He nodded. “I’ll try. Thank you again.”

As she left, he glanced back at the clock.

Thirty minutes. There was a knock at the door.

Jyushi practically sprinted to the door. You were here! Finally! He was so worried-

“Yo, Jyushi!”

He tried to not let his face fall upon seeing Kuko and Hitoya. He was glad they were here. But they weren’t you. The least he could do was be polite while they were here and not know how disappointed he was it wasn’t you.

Hitoya heavily clapped his hand on his shoulder. “You look good, kid. And I’m sure you’re going to sing just as good.”

“Ah, thanks Hitoya.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Kuko stated, all matter-of-fact like as he casually walked around the green room. “I’ve never seen you sing visual kei live. I’ll be the one to judge if you’re really as good as Hitoya says you are.”

Right. Kuko had never seen him live either. But he didn’t think it was a big deal, as he had heard him rap on stage as a member of Bad Ass Temple. So it didn’t matter that he was here. You’ve never heard him sing or rap before. That’s why he cared so much about your opinion about the concert.

“Where’s your little friend?” Hitoya asked. “Didn’t you say they would be here?”

“They’re running a little late.”

He nodded though he made a face. “You know, there are two things I don’t appreciate in life. One, clothes that don’t fit properly and two, lateness. Have you tried talking to them?”

“Yeah. They’re on their way. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He tried to assure him.

“It doesn’t look fine.” Kuko called out, flopping onto one of the couches in the green room. “Or is your makeup supposed to look that runny?”

Jyushi’s hands flew to his face. His stylist did mention his makeup was smudged, but he didn’t think it was that big of a deal! Did he really look that bad? One look in the mirror confirmed his makeup was more ruined than he anticipated.

“Oh.”

Hitoya shook his head before smacking Kuko upside the head. “It’s not that bad. Your stylist can fix it I’m sure. But you do seem worried.”

He tried to appear nonchalant like Kuko. “It’s nothing. It’s just, this is their first time seeing me perform live. I don’t want to mess up.”

“I understand. But you’re good at what you do. I wouldn’t have encouraged you to pursue this dream if I didn’t think you could do it. All you have to do is show them how much music means to you. Sing from the bottom of your heart and they’ll understand. Does that make sense?”

With the way Hitoya was talking about things, Jyushi supposed it was that easy. Still, the nervous butterflies swarming in his stomach wouldn’t cease. He was scared to death of failing in front of you. He didn’t want to ruin his already fragile reputation in front of you.

Hitoya seemed to pick up on the fact that there was more to the situation than he was letting on because he asked. “What are you really afraid of?”

As he tried to avoid eye contact, he looked at the clock.

Twenty minutes. He told them everything. How he really, really, really liked you and how his intense feelings scared him. How he wanted tonight to be perfect because then maybe you’d like him as much as he liked you. How if all went well, he’d be more confident to ask you out in the future.

Kuko laughed and Hitoya smacked him upside the head again for it. He then said, “Look, kid, you’re putting too much pressure on this concert. They’re going to like you know matter what you do. You’re pretty special, you know? So just do your best.”

“Yeah, it’s not like you can screw up so bad that they hate you forever.” Kuko added, earning a cold glare from Hitoya.

“But what if-”

He shook his head. “Don’t even entertain the what ifs. Just go out there and shine like fourteen moons.”

A dusting of pink colored his pale cheeks. “You really think I can do this? I won’t ruin everything with a bad show?”

“Not at all. It’ll take more than just one flop concert for someone to stop liking you, I promise.” To seal his words, he crossed his heart.

Jyushi gave a small smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” Standing up, Hitoya clapped his hands together. “Well, we’ll let you get ready for your show. C’mon Kuko. We gotta go.”

“Aww, c’mon old timer! I just got comfortable.” He nestled deeper into the couch cushions and Jyushi had to stifle a giggle.

Hitoya rolled his eyes and grabbed him by the ear. “We’re going, now.”

“Ow, ow, ow! Okay! Jeez!” Before leaving, he said, “See ya out there Jyushi.”

“Bye.” He mumbled, watching them leave and the door clicking shut behind them. He let out a sigh.

Even though he was grateful to speak to them before the concert, he was still worried. What if they were wrong? What if you didn’t even show up? What if he did mess up and you never wanted to see him again? He knew he shouldn’t be getting hung up on the what ifs, but he couldn’t help himself. It was just like him to worry over the smallest of things.

The door opened again and in walked his stylist. She had all her makeup with her, prompting him to get back in the makeup chair. As she set up, she told him how much time until the concert.

Fifteen minutes.

“I saw your friends were here earlier.” She said as she set up. “I hope they gave you some words of encouragement.”

Jyushi shrugged. “They tried.”

She sighed. “Look, kid, you’re going to be just fine. I’ve heard you sing. You’re really good. Just don’t get too into your head and let it all out on the stage, okay? Everything will all work out in the end.”

For some reason, her words lifted a little more of the weight on his chest. Maybe that’s all he needed: the bluntness of a third party. Sure Kuko could be to the point and a little aggressive, but he was still a friend that Jyushi cared about. And he did care about his stylist, but she didn’t know him as well as Hitoya and Kuko did. Her words carried a different kind of weight. And he appreciated it.

“Well, you look better now.” She mused. “And it’s not just because I’m redoing your makeup for the third time tonight. You’re sitting straighter and there’s less worry clouding your eyes. So that’s good to see.”

Looking deep into the mirror, he could see she was right. He didn’t look as anxious as he did before. He was still worried like crazy, but it seemed he was slipping into his confident persona without noticing. It made him smile a little. At least he could protect his heart this way. No matter what happened tonight, his friends and his stylist believed in him. He would be just fine, even if you didn’t like what you saw or heard.

A snap of an eyeshadow case jolted him out of his thoughts. “You look perfect now. So don’t mess it up, got it?”

Her scolding held a teasing lilt which made him chuckle. “I’ll be okay now.”

“Good.” She nodded before adding, “Would you like me to tell the rest of your band you are ready?”

“Yes please.”

Before she left, she said, “Really, it’s going to be a great night tonight. I can feel it.”

That made one of them. But he didn’t let it show. He was fully absorbed into the confident and arrogant Jyushi now. Nothing could bring him down until after the show.

He stood up and adjusted his outfit. After doing one last check in the mirror to make sure he looked as perfect as his stylist said, he nodded. He was ready. He glanced at the clock before heading out.

Five minutes.

Backstage, he saw the other members of ArgoξOrchestra waiting for him. They smiled when they saw him and he returned it.

“You ready?” Genichi asked.

He nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good. This is one of our biggest crowds yet so everyone needs to try their best tonight, okay?”

Everyone nodded and put their hands into the center of the circle. Jyushi’s hand was on top. He smiled, ready to take the stage.

“Let’s give it our all and rock the place down!” Genichi shouted. “Let’s do this thing!”

“ArgoξOrchestra, standby!” The stage director called as everyone got to their places. Jyushi was front and center. He took a deep breath to calm the last of his nerves.

One minute.

He peeked through the curtain. There you were. Right in the front. He let out a breath of relief.

“Let’s do this.”

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Hypnosis Mic Recommendations ~ Jyushi Aimono

6:08 PM by @hypmicdaydreams

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Bad Ass Temple as Gods

Summary: Bad Ass Temple as Gods

Pairing: N/A

Genre: Fluffy Bullet Points

Word Count: 695

Warning: One swear word

Masterlist

A/N: think my choice of Gods were a bit on the nose but it matches!

Kuko Harai

He is the God of Chaos

You can’t change my mind

He’s a small ball of chaos and you can’t stop him

Of course it bothers the shit out of everyone

But he doesn’t care

He enjoys creating havoc everywhere he goes

Likes to tease Jyushi

And he also enjoys annoying Hitoya

They are two sides of the same coin

But when it counts, he can be serious

He doesn’t like it

Kuko loves being crazy and off the wall and happy

But if he needs to be in Serious God Mode, he will

He’s not one of those higher up Gods

Kuko is on the lower side of power

But that doesn’t stop him from creating all kinds of chaos

If there’s ever an incident anywhere

Everyone’s first thought is “Kuko?”

Nine times out of ten they’re correct

It’s in his nature to be a little shit

So don’t hold it against him

With all this chaos and energy he has

The Gods ask themselves what could control him?

Being a mentor to Jyushi has only made him worse

Hitoya can only keep him out of trouble for so long

What could be the secret to keeping him calm?

Perhaps it’s a human who gets too curious about the Gods…

Jyushi Aimono

One of the youngest of the Gods

He’s the God of Darkness

And like there are other God’s that can basically do his job

So he doesn’t do much

That doesn’t stop him from flaunting his status every so often

Until of course the higher-ups hear about him slacking off

They get Hitoya to help him out

And now he’s expected to do stuff

HE CAN’T DO STUFF

Many a tears are shed

He’s just a young God

You can’t expect him to actually do his job

So Hitoya begrudgingly helps him out and teaches him what he needs to know

And because Kuko has been causing trouble

When does he not?

He has him help out as well

As sort of an atonement for making the other God’s clean up his messes

It’s because of inexperienced Jyushi that the three become a rag-tag trio

He starts out making a lot of mistakes and crying too much

But ever so slowly he starts to get the hang of being a God of Darkness

He can perform some basic magic

Nothing too fancy but he still excited every time it works

One thing he’ll never get used to is offerings

He doesn’t think he’s special enough for presents

Kuko usually steals them and Hitoya makes him give them back

Now that  he has an idea of what’s expected of him

He can start actually being a God

That’s not to say he doesn’t need help

He’s going to need all the help he can get

Especially if he catches the eye of one of the higher up’s demigods…

Hitoya Amaguni

It should be no surprise he’s the God of Order

He’s also one of the higher up Gods

Hitoya is pretty important

So he’s tasked with keeping some of the lower Gods in line

Two of them are Jyushi and Kuko

And he’s got his work cut out for him

For starters, Kuko can’t be tamed

Not yet anyways

And Jyushi…

Jyushi is a child compared to the other lower Gods he takes care of

He doesn’t have time to be some kind of babysitter

But it’s one of his duties as a higher God

So he does it with as much grace and humility as he can muster

And he won’t admit it but Kuko and Jyushi make him laugh

He’s always giving them advice and pieces of wisdom he thinks will help

Jyushi at least listens to him

Kuko will never listen no matter what he tries

He also shows them simple magic that’ll make their jobs easier

And after all the trials and tribulations they put him through

It’s only fair he gets some kind of recognition right?

Something or someone to tell him he’s doing a good job trying to control these demons

Well…

At least the God he’s taken a liking to seems to think so…

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Masterlist

Series = 🎆 / Reaction = 🛍 / Drabble = 🎀 / AU = 🧞‍♀️ / Song = 🍧 / Prompt = 🍭 / Word = 🍬 / Fluff = 💝 / Angst = 💓 / Suggestive = 🐙 / Unusual = 🐷 / Favorite = 🪷

Buster Bros!!!:

Ichiro Yamada:

Older Sister Yamada 🎀💝🪷

I’m Not Afraid of You 💝💓🪷

Jiro Yamada:

How to Give a First Kiss 💝

Saburo Yamada:

Bake a Cake 🎀💝

Just Besties 🎀💝

Mad Trigger Crew:

Samatoki Aohitsugi:

Only Soft for You 🎀💝🪷

Babysitting Bad Boy 🎀💝🪷

Jyuto Iruma:

Beach Vacation 🎀💝🪷

Rio Mason Busujima:

Radar Love 🍧💝

Fling Posse:

Ramuda Amemura:

Making Out with Ramuda Amemura 🎀💝🪷

Gentaro Yumeno:

Dice Arisugawa:

Crash 🎀🍬💝💓

11:01 PM 💝🐙🪷

Matenrou:

Jakurai Jinguji:

A Kind of Sick 🎀💝

2:33 PM 💝

Having Tea with Jakurai Jinguji 🎀💝

Making Out with Jakurai Jinguji 🎀💝🐙

Hifumi Izanami:

5:59 AM 💝

Doppo Kannonzaka:

Admired From Afar 💝

Bad Ass Temple:

Bad Ass Temple as Gods 💐🛍🎀🧞‍♀️💝

Kuko Harai:

Chaos God Kuko 🎆🧞‍♀️💝💓🪷

Temple Kitten 🎀💝🪷

Lake Day 💝

Jyushi Aimono:

An Hour Till Showtime 🎆💝🪷

3:43 PM 🧞‍♀️💝

Hitoya Amaguni:

Dotsuitare Hompo:

Sasara Nurude:

Bad Comedy 🎀💝🐷

Rosho Tsutsujimori:

First Night Drunk 💝🐙🪷

Party of Words:

Ichijiku Kadenokoji:

Nemu Aohitsugi:

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Requests are OPEN! ~ Rules

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Recommendation Masterlist

Hypnosis Mic

Ichiro Yamada

Jiro Yamada

Saburo Yamada

Samatoki Aohitsugi

Jyuto Iruma

Rio Mason Busujima

Ramuda Amemura

Gentaro Yumeno

Dice Arisugawa

Jakurai Jinguji

Hifumi Izanami

Doppo Kannonzaka

Kuko Harai

Jyushi Aimono

Hitoya Amaguni

Sasara Nurude

Rosho Tsutsujimori

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Pro fic writing strat: Don’t make Gentaro and Jyushi converse with each other. Or just don’t write Gentaro period.