#SAKAMOTO DAYS

[unxpctedlygreat]

Natsuki you're gonna overheat.....

[tipanot]

The greatest assassins fear only one thing:

[kirby-de-aragon]

Siiiiii Sakamoto SAKAMOTOOOOOO

SAKAMOTO DAYS - Cour 2, second trailer!

[tabsters]

if I had a nickel every time there was an anime about a light-haired dude who kills (or used to kill) people for a living

with his black haired "wife" who's just as scary as him

and their purehearted daughter who deserves nothing but the best in the world:

and the show's about the adults trying to maintain their life of violence out of necessity while also trying to raise their new found family:

i would have 15 cents. watch all of these guys.

[penginius]

[elleskinner-justart]

Day 15 of Draw Everything June hosted by @adorkastock!

I loved this pose and all the shapes of it! It made me think of Lu Shaotang from Sakamoto Days since her fighting style is so acrobatic

[eriace]

spilled drinks ; nagumo yoichi

oneshot & fluff ↪  in which nagumo is used to teasing y/n for fun, but after a few drinks and one too many stolen glances, the truth slips. turns out, he flirts because he means it. and she’s been waiting for him to say it out loud. ↷ nagumo yoichi ; sakamoto days

↳ an order of americano from @riiin-n in the comeback cafe event !

IT STARTED LIKE every other late-night assignment wrap-up: a job well done, a few drinks to celebrate, and Nagumo being too relaxed for anyone's peace of mind.

Except this time, it was just the two of them.

Y/n’s legs dangled off the edge of the hotel balcony, a half-empty bottle of plum wine swaying from her fingertips. She was flushed, eyes bright, and her laughter danced into the warm night air.

Nagumo leaned against the railing beside her, sleeves rolled up, shirt untucked, hair messier than usual.

“Y’know,” she said, nudging his foot with hers, “for someone who jokes about love all the time, you never actually mean it.”

He arched a brow, amused. “Maybe I’m waiting for someone to take me seriously.”

“You? Serious?” She scoffed. “You flirt like it’s breathing.”

“Only with you.”

Silence.

She blinked, caught off guard. He didn’t look away, eyes soft and gold in the balcony light, voice quieter this time.

“You think I don’t mean it, but I do.”

Y/n tried to laugh, but it came out breathless. “You’re drunk.”

Nagumo grinned. “Exactly. That’s how you know I’m telling the truth.”

Her heart thumped hard. The air felt too warm.

“Say that again when you’re sober.”

He stepped closer, still casual, but the space between them vanished too quickly. His hand grazed her wrist—light, but lingering.

“You want me to wait?”

She swallowed.

“I want you to mean it.”

His thumb traced the edge of her knuckles.

“I’ve meant it since the day you kicked my ass during training and didn’t brag about it.”

“That’s a low bar.”

“Then let me raise it.” His voice dropped slightly. “I like the way you look at me when you think I’m not noticing. I like the way you always take the left side in a fight ‘cause you know it’s my blind spot. I like when you smile like you’re pretending not to.”

He leaned in. Close enough that her breath hitched. Close enough to smell the sweet wine on his lips.

“And if I kissed you right now?”

“I’d let you.”

“Would that ruin the joke?”

“No.” She smiled faintly. “It’d finally be the punchline.”

He kissed her. Soft, warm, unhurried—like a truth he’d been holding for too long. It didn’t taste like alcohol. It tasted like something sweeter, something real.

When they pulled back, their foreheads touched.

“You’re in trouble tomorrow,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“Because I’m holding you to everything you said.”

He laughed, low and genuine.

“Good. I’ll say it all again.”

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[mosebeey]

work in progress! a dad and his little toot 🫂

[gabbyp09]

[insanelyxiooo]

HEHSHAHAH I FINALLY FINISHED IT (Rion is so next)

[jb-lark]

Scars

NatsuShin fic | 1,100 words

There’s a scar along Shin’s left side, tucked between the seventh and eighth rib—a pale, jagged line, long since healed but fresh enough that it still carries a purplish tone. The wound dips unevenly at one end, a sharp, unnatural gouge where the blade had been shoved at the last second, severing muscle and defecting off bone instead of burying itself clean into his spleen. A deliberate choice, a desperate choice—one that had saved his life by a margin too thin to think about.

It’s one mark in a vast collection.

A lifetime carved into Shin’s skin, cruel and careless, and deceptively long. More marks than Natsuki can count, and he’s tried once or twice in the pale hours of a lazy morning, passively cataloging them under a careful touch.

More, even, than Natsuki himself bears—which is saying something, considering how early he'd been thrown into the proverbial fire. Trained as a weapon under his father’s hand, a hand that never pulled punches, never offered mercy. His own body carries those memories, but seeing Shin’s…

The comparison turns his stomach.

When he lets himself think about it too long, it feels like his heart drops straight through his chest, sinks heavy and cold into the pit of his gut, where it stays.

Shin rarely talks about any of them, and Natsuki rarely asks.

Still, sometimes, when the light hits just right and Shin shifts in a way that pulls the old wounds taut across his ribs, Natsuki’s gaze catches there, on that once jagged line, and he feels it again—

The weight of the knife in his hand, the way it had slid through flesh, the sickening grind as the steel deflected off bone instead of sinking deeper. His knife. His hand. His mark carved into Shin’s skin.

He doesn't always feel bad about it. Not enough to lose sleep, not enough to keep him tossing in bed at night, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. Back then, Shin had been a job like any other, a clean solution to someone else's problem. Natsuki hadn't even known who he was, hadn't looked closely enough to see anything worth hesitating for.

And Shin understands that, has never even held it against him.

Not even later, when it would have been easy, when it would have made sense. He had accepted it with a sort of dismissively maddening grace, like it was just another tally in a life already stitched together by violence. Sure, he makes jokes about it, teases Natsuki about it, but he’d never really cared, not truly. Like it didn’t matter at all.

Natsuki tells himself that should make it easier.

It doesn’t.

Not in the quiet moments like this where they’re laying together, no weight of expectation on their shoulders, some mindless B-movie playing half in the background. Or at least, it’s in the background to Natsuki, who spends half of the movie looking at the side of Shin’s face, watching the way the TV light bounces off the tops of his cheekbones.

His hand moves without thinking, drawing slow, idle circles wherever there’s bare skin to find—Shin’s forearm, the stretch of his ribs where his shirt’s ridden up, the delicate jut of his hip bone. He isn't asking for anything. He isn't searching. He's just...feeling. Grounding himself.

And then, his thumb grazes it.

That familiar scar between Shin’s seventh and eighth rib. He freezes for a moment, the weight of the memory pushing at him, before he pushes it back down, continuing his lazy trail across Shin’s skin. The TV continues to play, the moment settles again, and then-

“It’s not your fault,” Shin says, voice soft in the quiet, as if to not break the moment.

He doesn’t move much—just shifts enough to tilt his face upward, resting his chin lightly against Natsuki's shoulder. His eyes catch Natsuki’s, pale lashes blinking slowly like he already knows exactly what he’ll find there.

“What?” Natsuki says before he realizes what Shin is talking about. He hadn’t realized his thoughts had been so loud.

"It was a year ago last week," Shin says simply, as if he’s been waiting for Natsuki to catch up. "That’s why you’ve been thinking about it more."

“Oh,” the sound slips out of Natsuki’s mouth. He hadn’t realized that at all. He hadn't let himself count the days.

Shin’s hand finds his forearm, warm and steady, grounding him in a way he can't manage on his own.

"It’s not your fault," Shin repeats, softer this time. He says it like a truth so absolute it doesn't need proof. Like he believes it enough for both of them. "So stop thinking that, invisible bastard."

"I know it’s not," Natsuki answers, though the words taste awkward and foreign in his mouth.

“No, you don’t,” Shin replies. It should sound like an argument, but it doesn’t. He says it as if it’s a statement of fact, as obvious as telling him that the sky is blue and grass is green. “But I’m just going to keep telling you until you do.”

Natsuki doesn’t know what to say. The words stick in his throat, trapped by the sudden, unshakable realization that—at least right now—Shin understands him better than he understands himself. It’s a raw, disorienting truth, the kind that should leave him feeling vulnerable, as if someone had split his skull open and laid his most private thoughts bare.

But it doesn’t.

Because there’s no criticism in Shin’s eyes, no retribution in his touch where those fingers are still pressing absentmindedly into his forearm. No sharpness in his voice, no undercurrent of disapproval waiting to catch him off guard. Shin offers him something much softer than judgment—something more gentle, something safer.

Because to be loved, truly, is to be known—and to still be welcomed afterward.

“Alright,”Natsuki says at last, the word slipping out almost without thought, because what else is there to say? Nothing else is needed. And just like that, Shin’s attention drifts easily back to the movie, squinting through a particularly dramatic spurt of cherry-red blood on the screen and muttering a half-hearted complaint about how Natsuki distracted him.

Later, the next time Natsuki’s fingers brush that familiar scar between Shin’s seventh and eighth rib, that little spark of guilt still flickers to life in the back of his mind, but it's smaller this time, muted.

And in the dim, flickering light of the TV, he just barely catches it — the small, almost imperceptible smile that tugs at the corner of Shin’s mouth. It’s a quiet thing, easily missed if he hadn’t been looking. But he sees it.

And he knows.

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[0samu4]

「 BED KICKS 」

Late night thoughts...... basically sakamoto days characters and their "what if"s situation with you kicking them off the bed by accident?

Characters: Nagumo, Shishiba, Tanabata.

Tw(s): Possible ooc, you kicking these men off the bed, this is literally made while my brain cells are gone so um yeah

I'm willing to do part 2 of this with any characters yall might want. Just request.

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WHAT IF...

Nagumo Yoichi

What if YOU pushed Nagumo off the bed by accident? This man is ruthless in both his assassin work AND as your boyfriend/husband. The moment you push Nagumo off, he immediately wakes up and stares at your sleeping body on the bed with an amused look. He's sulking, pouting, staring at you with those boba eyes that seem to have an endless void. Nagumo devises a plan to tickle you in the morning, specifically once you wake up. Or, maybe a few minutes after you wake up. He does want to admire you for a while longer. Once you are tickled, Nagumo kisses your ticklish spots as a way to tease you. You cannot keep up with this menance istg. Rest assured, Nagumo will stop the tickle punishment if you geninuely don't want to be tickled. Anyways, if you were to keep pushing Nagumo off, Nagumo sighs dramatically and now sleeps with his pocky plushie. (He cuddles you once he confirms you're asleep or if you geninuely want him to cuddle you)

Shishiba

What if YOU accidentally pushed Shishiba off the bed? First, Shishiba probably wasn't asleep yet but did not expect your mighty kick while you were asleep. Shishiba isn't mad or anything! He just gets back onto the bed and cuddles you. Probably puts a bolster or an extra pillow in between so you don't kick his body by accident again... Shishiba probably searched on Google what causes someone to kick someone while in their sleep. If he doesn't get a definite answer, he just sighs and gets up early to prepare breakfast for you. Once you wake up, he does question you on what you were dreaming. If you don't remember, that's quite alright. Shishiba will try to, however, stop you from kicking him randomly in the middle of the night if you are prone to continuous kicking whilst asleep. (This just meaning that Shishiba puts another bolster between you and him so you don't kick him that harshly)

Tanabata

What if YOU pushed Tanabata off the bed by accident? First, Tanabata will either get annoyed and wake you up just to rant and lecture you about your oh so disruption OR Tanabata groans quietly and decides that it's way too late for him to lecture you and gets back on the bed to cuddle you. Now, this obviously just ended up with Tanabata deciding that he shall compose and write a song based on this experience. Unfortunately, Tanabata does end up not talking to you for a while during this period while you're not even aware of what you did! (If he went with the option of not lecturing you) Don't worry too much, Tanabata does give you affection after he's done composing. The said affection being the mere drumming he does with his fingers against a body part of yours. Oh, and if you were to keep pushing him off the bed, Tanabata WILL wake you up just to lecture. He 400% does this now instead of being quiet.

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Bro im so sleepy i need to stop staying up late ajjaksk

[sakamoto-days]

New Sakamoto Days illustration!

[yakierno]

seba mafuyu from that one official art