#nagumo fluff

[uzurakis]

nagumo had one hand on the wheel, fingers tapping lazily against it, while the other, warm and ever-present, rested on your thigh. casual, like it belonged there. like it always did. just the weight of his hand, warm and unmoving, like it had landed there absentmindedly. you had glanced at him at first, expecting him to move it, but nagumo had simply grinned, eyes still on the road, and left it right where it was.

minutes passed.

his fingers, previously still, began to shift ever so slightly. a slow, lazy drag of his thumb along the fabric covering your skin. nothing overt. nothing that could be called out without sounding ridiculous.

“nagumo.”

“mm?” his tone was light, almost distracted, but that damn grin was still there.

". . . both hands on the wheel.”

“i told you, i don’t need both hands,” the guy mused, tapping the steering wheel with two fingers. “i’m a professional.”

“professional menace, maybe.”

nagumo chuckled, and that was when his fingers dipped lower between your thighs.

he chuckled, tilting his head in that lazy, almost careless way. “i'm driving and keeping you in check. you get fidgety, you know?”

“maybe because your hand is in places it shouldn’t be,” you shot back.

“mm. . disagree.” his thumb absentmindedly traced a small circle against your leg. “i think it’s exactly where it should be.”

you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move his hand. not that you ever did. not that he’d let you.

[dollychou]

Haiiii could you write a biscuit! reader x nagumo from sakamoto days :))) how they interact in a professional setting vs how nagumo gets to see her in private. could be fluff or suggestive you pick!

it’s not much to go off of, but i love ur writing and i luv n*gumo so much 🤤

PRIVATE MOMENTS

𝓈ummary ᰔ you're a whole different person when alone with nagumo.

𝒸ontent ᰔ fluff! both of you compete with each other during missions. he's a bit of a tease but he adores you. reader is a bit of a tsundere.

𝓹airing ᰔ biscuit!reader x nagumo

✉️ ྀི . . i hope you like this! i just felt like biscuit!reader & him would have that friendly rivalry and that spurs them on when on work ^_^ also incase you don't know, this is the sweet i'm talking about! & thank u for ur support <3

nagumo smirks at you while wiping the blood off of his face. he sees you standing in front of your last poor victim, eyes narrowed at him and seething red. he comes over and pats your head, which just results in you swatting his hand away. he gives you a look of feigned hurt, clutching his heart over his shirt.

"oh sweetheart," he teases, poking your cheek. "don't be mad at the player, be mad at the game."

you huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest, rolling your eyes — a habit of yours he found oddly very attractive, especially when directed towards him. "that doesn't count! i... i arrived much later than you! so i couldn't kill as many as you did!"

he lets out an airy scoff, rolling his sleeves up his arms. "sweetheart, you're the one who proposed this little contest. and safe to say, i won." he could see your eyebrows furrowing more, the lines on your forehead growing deeper as your face turned a deep shade of red.

you twiddle with your fingers anxiously, eyes glancing around the room, filled with bloodshed and littered with bodies. your eyes turn wide, with an almost crazed look in them as you propose to him, "let's have a recount! maybe we—"

nagumo cuts you off, waving a hand in front of your face as he wears that shit-eating smile of his. "why can't you accept that you lost? fair and square." he bends down to meet you at eye level and despite your angered face, he sees a flicker of a smile stretch on your lips, just for a mere second.

the whole time you two were walking back to headquarters, you were arguing with him about how he didn't actually win and that you deserved a rematch. he countered that you were the one who presented the idea to see who would get the most wins, and that when you had arrived, he had only assassinated one person. you pursed your lips into a thin line, realising that you had no rebuttal and that only enraged you further.

while you agonised over this, he was just basking in the glory.

this had become routine every time you two were paired for missions. you'd come up with some sort of game — who could kill the fastest; who would find the laurels first — and every single time, he would win and you would squabble with him about how it hadn't been fair. he knew how competitive you got and to see you so worked up was something both amusing and rather charming to him.

you did not shut up till the moment the other members of the order showed up. one look at the both of you — your bitter expression and nagumo's pleased one — they know what's going on. osaragi saunters towards you and tells you it's okay and to calm down, in that placid yet eerie tone of hers. you sigh softly and feel your body relaxing, she being the only one to assuage you at such times.

after tending to other matters, you and nagumo are heading back to your homes, making a quick stop at the convenience store. he's waiting for you outside as you pick up the things you needed — just the essentials and basic amenities.

you come back outside, holding a bag full of snacks and treats. he grabs it out of your hand, rummaging through. you try to take it back, reaching your hands out but curse this man's height as he dangles the bag over your head.

he pulls out a box of meiji apollo strawberry chocolates — a sweet he knows that you do not like. he looks down at you, eyebrows raised before he asks, "why do you have this? you don't eat this."

your cheeks flush a deep pink as you avert your gaze to the ground, twirling your hair in between your fingers. he continues to leer at you, awaiting a response. you sigh, knowing he won't let this go, so you admit to him, "...i bought it for you. just as compensation."

a grin stretches across his face, your flustered demeanour a sight only he ever got to see. when you're working, you're so assiduous and scary, slashing everything and everyone that comes your way. yet when you're with him, alone and away from everybody, you become such a mess, he finds it so endearing.

"you bought this for me?," he muses, an amorous feeling blooming within his chest.

you let out a quiet grumble, your entire face turning pink from embarrassment. you were never good when it came to showing affection so the best you could do was gift people things they knew they liked — and even then, you would get so fuddled that you just turned to a puddle of a mess.

"yes, i bought it for you," you mutter, snatching the box from his hand and opening it up. you pick up a piece and bring it to his lips. his smile turns soft and loving, taking the chocolate into his mouth. he looks at you adoringly, his eyes glued to your face as he takes in your shy and adorable disposition — something he can never get enough of.

nagumo knows how aggressive and vying you get during missions and even during silly, little games. it's a trait of yours he's come to admire deeply and he loves how competitive he gets himself when he's around you. but what he adores the most are these fond, private moments — where only he gets to see how cute you are just with him.

© dollychou ⋮ do not copy, repost, or translate any works.

[strawberrymochin]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | ch 1 | ch 2 |

synopsis- Yoichi nagumo has always regarded the decision of sakamoto retiring from being an assassin— very blithe, he considered it was very indiscreet of him to leave all of a sudden for someone he claims he loved. After rion akao’s death and sakamoto’s retirement it was only him left in the JAA. Love? it’s humorous how he'd never understand sakamoto…..or this feeling of care and vulnerability. That's what he thought, until he met you.

series warnings- MDNI, extremely FLUFFY, nagumo gets HEADS over HEELS for reader, NAGUMO is so down in LOVE (wanna cry), baker!reader, ANGSTYYY, comfort, omg sakamoto and shin enjoy teasing nagumo, heisuke as our wingman, explicit SMUT, sloppy kisses, counter sex, unprotected p in v sex, nagumo's DICE, fingering, cunnilingus, wreaking orgasms, semi public(kinda), nagumo CRIES overwhelmed, reader ISN'T AWARE of nagumo’s profession, lots of lies, mentions of assassination exhibition arc, blood, nagumo is ready to tear the world apart for you, order members, omg so much more…. HAPPY ENDING.

w.c- ch 1- 2.7k | ch 2- ytc

trisha's mail- i am insufferable for characters who wear a baby face and kill mercilessly, thus I had to present my new man, my yoichi a fic, since tumblr doesn't has many, am I the only one who's hooked into sakadays?

🍡Ch 1🍡

Yoichi nagumo stood infront of the sakamoto stores, his back heavy with the compact case of his red tainted weapons. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his brown overcoat, surprisingly warm in contrast to his cold hands he scrubbed clean, washing away the splattered blood from his previous assassination.

His face held a smile. A smile so neat and so polite that it could only be defined as a boastful grin of a liar.

Shall he disguise himself? Maybe play a prank or two…he will be seeing one of his friends started out with, after so long— taro sakamoto.

Nagumo darted his eyes, taking full account of the store, which was small and surprisingly neat. It was a two storeyed building, nagumo criticized the open signboard hung in front of the glass entrance. He, then, scanned inside of the store, smile widening a bit when he found no human presence lingering around. How about he disguises as sakamoto himself, plus it'd be fun to see how his old friend reacts after his retirement.

Entering the store, disguised as sakamoto, he went behind the counter and took a seat he supposed sakamoto might take. Spread out on the counter was newspaper folded messily, a cranky cash register, and some small spreads of candy, snacks and other daily convenience necessities. He picked up on the newspaper pretending to read it as he picked up on the dull sound of approaching footsteps.

A guy with blonde hair, middle partition and some shaggy clothes entered, with a green apron and his name batch pinned over it. Shin was printed on it.

Nagumo noticed. ‘Shin asakura’ and he recognised. The esper guy Sakamoto worked with after leaving the order. He had also heard that Shin had too left being an assassin and joined being an assistant in this store. He searched for a red haired chinese girl, who is also said to have started here a few days ago.

Nagumo waited patiently, subsiding his giggles inside he darted his eyes again on the door seeing a girl enter lazily. Ahh lu shaotang— the other assistant, whose main job is to make pork buns.

He sat quietly pretending to read the newspaper.

It wasn't long until both of them started arguing, making Nagumo's dopamine rush through his veins. With a bang on the counter table, shin whined “sakamoto san, we have to fire this girl!” pointing an accusatory finger on his back over the girl with pink jacket, who didn't cared even a bit.

Nagumo contemplated a little what shall he say? Maybe behave a little out of it, it'd be fun to see both of their stupefied reactions.

“Now, now shin!” He said, “We don't say mean things like that here.” taking both of them by surprise, who aren't able to comprehend how come their boss all of a sudden became so chatty, and started questioning his sudden behaviour.

Its fun, nagumo thought. Why not enjoy it with more spice. “How rude.” He replied to their thread of questions. “I will kill you.”

And this was enough to gawk both of the assistants, enough to let their jaw wide open touching the floor, but before nagumo to have anymore of fun the door opened again and his friend entered, unphased by seeing his doppelganger infront of him.

Nagumo knew sakamoto realised it was him, but I'd be more fun to attack with a knife to shake up both of the assistants even more. But most of all he wanted to see, if sakamoto’s senses dulled over the span of 5 years.

Instantly he pulled out a knife and stuck it in the newspaper sakamoto picked up, which was disregarded by him a few minutes ago. Tearing the newspaper from the middle he saw sakamoto dodge the attack, before getting hold of a cutter, threatening his neck.

He was no less of a deal too, in a blink his gun stayed plastered to sakamoto's head, before sakamoto pulls back the cutter and draws the blade back in. “Long time no see, nagumo.” His glasses gleamed, as his face fat made his voice sound a little thicker than nagumo had heard years ago.

“I see you can still move, Sakamoto!” He said chirpy, before dismissing the disguise, shocking shin and lu. And it wasn't long for them to throw hands at him. Nagumo was right, sakamoto's senses haven't dulled but it has rusted a bit. He wondered how fast he would have thrown his body to the ground, back slammed on the floor and instead of a paper cutter, sakamoto's hand would have adorned his signature gun he never swapped out after graduating from JCC, if he had not retired already.

Who knew the legendary Hitman would chicken out of the game one day in the name of…..love?

And get this bulky. For once nagumo thought to slap his huge round belly to see if the fat ripples through.

After another thread of lies, he was bound on a chair by sakamoto's two assistants, it's not like he can't break apart the rope but he just didn't. “there’s a bounty on sakamoto's head. The reward is one billion yen.”

He explained, as his assistants refused to believe him, but their doubts were soon dispelled as soon as they took down the pizza assassin.

Nagumo only wanted to inform his friend about the bounty on his head. That's why he visited. Or that's what he was trying to tell himself. He didn't quite understand why he visited after so many years….after rion akao died, it was both of them. Nagumo thought since sakamoto is still there it'd be okay. But it wasn't long until he retired saying he fell in love. Sakamoto quitted the order, and eventually wiped his hands of assassination. Without even saying a goodbye. He married and had a child. And nagumo was left all alone. Though he never stopped smiling.

And after 5 years when he learned about the bounty on his friend’s head, he couldn't help but feel a bit odd. What an odd world of liars he lives in?

Akao said she would graduate with both of them. Yet, she didn't.

Sakamoto said he would be there till the end, yet he didn't.

“Why did both of you left me alone?” He wanted an answer, but he never asked. Knowing one isn't alive to answer and the other would just dismiss his question.

He disposed the body of the pizza assassin near the garbage disposal area. He smiled another gleeful smile, before taking out his fist from his coat pockets and rolled the small white dice on the road.

The dive stopped rolling. One dot. Nagumo chuckled. “I wouldn't consider it unlucky…” he said, before dismantling his compact of weapons as a curved blade of an arms length slipped right through his fingers, which ended up landing into the pizza assassin’s fourth and fifth rib.

A shriek of unpleasant screaming rose through the air, and intensified even more as nagumo twisted the blade with his index and thumb. Filthy red splattered over his silhouette, as if the strokes of a frizzy brush from someone who attempted to paint the crimson flowers of death. How sad he will have to pay for his laundry again.

After changing his clothes, which he always keeps a set of two at hand, he set out his foot towards home. He'd a call from the JAA headquarters, Tokyo to attend the next day. Ofcourse he wouldn't want to get any less of sleep.

He knew sakamoto won't kill anyone, and even though he wouldn't show it on his face, the reason sakamoto stopped killing cringes him. If anything love only brings in vulnerability, and loss of power.

And if anything he'd learned all these years being in assassination field, he knew that power is easy to gain than to hold on. He'd seen his friends gaining the very top before falling down from the peak. Except for sakamoto who chose to step down.

Nagumo’s smile lines faded a bit, expression grave, will he too oneday lose all of it? Nothing is certain in life, it flows and changes its direction like a river, ticks away with time and evolves into new colours with each season. However, ever since he joined the order his season of life has always been the same: the fall.

All the dried crinkly leaves fell off years ago, yet no tree has ever sprouted a lively green. The winter keeps snowing, covering the mud with its dusty white, but the spring never comes.

Nagumo kept walking without noticing where his feets were leading him, his head faced down and hands in his coat, eyes simply gazed over the red old tiles, the footpath, and the small black lines dividing each section. At moments of his trance, he felt someone bumping into him.

He would have normally walked away, without bothering to peer at the person, but for some reason he felt a tug on his right sleeve. The person was refusing to let go. A muscle ticked in his arm, ready on first instinct to throw a punch over the face, “excuse me?”

A girl's voice?

Nagumo's body soothed as he turned to take proper account of you. Your one hand was clasping over his coat’s fabric, whereas the other was fumbling the inside of her tote bag.

You take out a hello kitty bandaid and shove it towards him. Confused, Nagumo tilts his head, face has regained its merry rictus.

“Yes?”

“Your hand is bleeding…”

Nagumo's eyes widen a bit as he speculates his hand and then looks at the bright red stain on his coat. Another laundry. He looked at the cut between his fingers, which must have sliced through when he was pulling out the blades. “Is it?” He faked his astonishment.

“That seems to be deep…you should disinfect it right away. How did you get hurt?” You bat your innocent eyes at him, before taking a look at the compact case hanging on his back with the help of a strap looped over his body. Nagumo felt his mouth dry. Well umm how does he even phrase it properly…

“A technician? You carry tools in that?” Nagumo stared at you blankly, as his brain stopped processing his thoughts, “yes” a lie slipped off pretty easily from his mouth. It's easy and convenient to lie.

You bring Nagumo's hand gently, while applying the bandaid, looped perfectly over his cuts, when he doesn't make the move to accept the help. “You should take care of yourself.” You say frowning your brows a bit at him.

“Yeah I will. Thanks.”

You smile at him before turning and taking your leave. Whereas nagumo stayed glued to the spot, watching you disappear among crowds. He peered down his hand, the hello kitty doodles stared back at him. What just happened?

Ever since that incident nagumo has lost half a quarter of his sleep, astir for no reason. Could it be the pressure of the work and the mysterious massacre caused by slur— or could it be him drifting into a relentless void staring at the hello kitty band aid given by you which he, for some ridiculous reason, framed it.

Or it could be for the number of times he visited the same alley hoping to catch sight of your fuzzy white scarf and maybe a hello kitty bandaid to offer…

Why was he even doing that?

Has he gone crazy?

Well, probably he has.

Whatever he was, Nagumo had less time to criticize himself for his sleep schedule or find the reason of trigger to his insomnia. He was on a mission to execute— find the B-grade assassin, who is suspected to have hands knotted with slur— Edo Nakamura.

And surprisingly enough his last sightings were spotted in the same alley nagumo was granted to lay his eyes on your soft frame.

After collecting several pieces of information about Edo’s past from the mission handler, nagumo noted 3 facts about him.

Edo had a history with an illegal orphanage which was later burned down for certain unknown reasons.

His speciality was poisons. He was among the very few male students from the poison department of jcc. After graduation he joined the Tokyo quarters before vanishing into thin air right when the massacre started.

And lastly, he was said to have a sister.

And that specific sister runs her own bakery, which is also somewhere situated amidst the nooks and hooks of this alley.

Edo is suspected of treachery and might have caused the opening to the breaking of the Tokyo headquarters. And from what the papers suggests, it took less than a millisecond for nagumo to come to the conclusion that Edo might have visited his sister before his traces faded.

And that sister might lead to the advantage of revealing the pathway to slur’s so-called puppet ‘Edo’.

‘Little a lot’— was the name of the bakery….and it wasn't a hassle when just a few turns led to the vibrant blue of old summer sky drew him in.

Nagumo thought to himself, what'd this serene peace of blue would look like if he rather tainted it with splatters of chaotic blood.

What if the slow tendrils of this freshly baked bread had a hint of metallic, iron like pungency? His lips creaked as corners turn upwards in a gleaming smile. Shall he force edo’s sister to lure him in here and satisfy the itch of his palm?

‘Clang-dong'

A step echoed as he entered the bakery. It was quiet inside and the owner wasn't seen to be near.

Nagumo swallowed his chuckle. It'd be so fun to break this silent melody with wretched screams. Shall he hide? Oh it'd be very fine to kill them both wouldn't it? the brother and the sister, both? After all, they might feel lonely if one crossed the line of death but the other didn't. Wouldn't they?

‘Clang-dong’

“Oh, a customer! I'm sorry I wasn't around, what would you need si— hey aren't you the guy from the other day?”

“...huh?”

“Is your wound healed now?... don't you remember me? I'm the one who offered you a bandaid that day when—”

Nagumo interrupts, “are you the owner of this bakery?”

“Um yeah?...” You tilt your head in confusion at the black haired guy you met a few days ago. “Do you need something from here?”

“Uh…yeah anything baked you feel’d be the best.” Nagumo answers after a while. What was it supposed to mean? You were Edo’s…sister? The broad plan of executing double murders was long forgotten from his mind, replaced by a dull throb in his chest and ragged breaths.

You nodded your head slipping behind the counter and packing some of the freshly baked blueberry muffins from the oven into the takeout box. Your delicate fingers brushed back your strands of hair, before drawing out a paper bag to proceed with his order.

“That'd be 3,500 yen. I…uh.. packed you blueberry muffins.” You stated, a bit nervously as the huge man kept staring at you with blank eyes.

“...yeah. thanks.” Nagumo handed down the cash to the coin tray on the counter with one hand while the other took his unplanned pakage after shoving his wallet back to his pocket.

Your fingers brushed with his ever so slightly and the dull throb on his chest intensified. He felt delirious, dizzy and unorganised. What was wrong, wasn't he supposed to stop with his bullshit and rather execute his mission?

He didn't stop walking until he was out of the bakery. Or till the some sort of intensified throb on his chest calmed. Only then did he walk back in.

He'd straight go to work. Get the details about edo and—

“You forgot something, Sir?”

Silence.

“Uh…your name?” what the heck? Wasn't he about to ask about edo?

“Y/n. And yours?” You said, shades of faint red painting your cheeks. Your name was so beautiful, he thought.

“yoichi. Nagumo yoichi.”

Back on his way home, he repeated your name several times in several different tones and felt an unusual rush of fervor delight rushing through his veins, similar yet even more intense than when he kills on his missions.

Mission?

Wait? He didn't inquire anything about edo!!!

“What the heck is wrong with me?”

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[babachira]

an assassin and his healer

nagumo yoichi x doctor!reader

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+ having graduated with an assassination-medical major, a very small sub-department in the JCC where only the skilled in human science are found, you're technically a licensed doctor for any regular citizen who wants a simple check-up. you have a job in the clinic near sakamoto's store during the day, but during your assassination hours, you deal with injuries ranging from critical to a scratch. you took four years of apprenticeship under granny miya, so you tend to follow her ideology of 'the patient can be healed as long as they're not dead'.

+ your graduation was a special case. the JCC considered scrapping your department due to the lack of applications, but you excelled in combining the assets of poisons and weapons, making equipment like a portable bandaid or even discovering the smallest of pressure points that could enhance someone's strength, which floored their views. after witnessing a presentation of your projects, they decided to keep it up and running just to see what you were capable of, and thank god they did, otherwise, you would've had nowhere to go.

+ you met the famous trio during their prime when you were all 16, and you were fully aware of the fact that if they had no interest in someone, it would be drastically clear. you thought this was the case for you too since no one really appreciated your work because it wasn't 'strong' like the assassination majors, but when you received a personal congrats from them, it took you by surprse.

+ hell, when you saw them enter your lab without a word, you quirked your brows, pausing from pulling the trigger of your flamethrower. upon request from your weapons department friends, you were in the middle of melting a large batch of energy-fuelling pills. you slowly put the flamethrower down on your desk. "if i knew i was having such esteemed guests, i would've cleaned the place up a bit. to what do i owe the pleasure?"

+ but before they could answer, the three of them were hovering over your pile of books, empty beakers and box of surgical equipment. rion plucked a grey glass bottle from your top shelf, which you reserved for your most expensive creations, before popping the lid off.

+ she sniffed the top of it and gave a "hm!" of approval before taking a swig. "wow, this is actually pretty good," rion said, smacking her lips together and offering some to sakamoto, who only took the bottle from her hands, "what's this one for? my stomach feels like it's doing backflips."

+ you folded your arms. "that's because it's for serious internal bleeding. you're only really meant to take it when, you know, you're only puking an alarming amount of blood." rion nodded in acknowledgement and dangled the empty bottle with a grin. "ah, gotcha. no internal bleeding for me now!"

+ "mmm, i prefer this flavour." your eyes flit over to nagumo yoichi, the insufferable student that had all the girls swooning in seconds, swiping four potions from your shelf and stuffing them in his pocket. "i'll come back again to try more!"

+ "wait, you just came here to take my stuff?" you asked, stopping the three in their tracks. sure, it's . . . fine that they stole your things without permission, but your lab was usually off-limits for those who didn't belong in your department. well, now that you think about it, when did these three ever follow rules?

+ rion waved her hand. "we'd love to talk, babes, but we gotta dash. will use these potions well, though!"

+ and nagumo added with a more enthusiastic wave, "keep a separate shelf just for me!"

+ and they left, leaving you to finish your work of delivering pills to the weapons department. they were a funny bunch, you always thought as you sometimes passed by them in the hallway. rion would always strike a conversation whenever you bumped into each other. she was always so sweet to you. sakamoto occasionally asked how your projects were going since it was a season of missions being carried out more often than ever, so you were ever-so-busy with surgeries. nagumo had the biggest grin on his face as he bombarded you with requests like a strawberry and lemon flavoured potion for his fatigue. they were strange but fun all the same.

+ since then, they made a common appearance, sometimes it was just rion who wanted to have a chat. you got along well, getting to know her likes and dislikes, laughing along when she verbally tore sakamoto and nagumo apart like they were shreds of paper. other times, it was nagumo alone and when it was just him, it was like a spitfire of insults after insults.

+ when nagumo is fiddling with one of your brain-relaxing equipments that you made just a week ago, he realises that you're a lot quieter when it's just him, when rion and sakamoto aren't present. "hm? why is it when akao and sakamoto are here, you have so much to say, but you're silent when it's me?" and honestly, it felt like a big slap to the face because wow, it was true.

+ ". . . shut up," you said, earning a chuckle from him. "the whole building will be able to hear you yapping."

+ today, a few years after their first intrusion in your lab, nagumo is taller and different at the age of 19. he wasn't more mature per se, but he definitely carried a more confident wittier aura that you didn't recognise from before. you, at 19 were renowned for your fantastic creations. one of your best moments was when you received a commission from an order member albeit a small one. your efforts were so well-recognised that applications for your department were growing much to your pleasure. rion congratulated you a lot, sakamoto actually used your creations and nagumo had never broken his streak of making sure to visit you almost everyday.

+ and you don't know when you started to feel this way, but whenever nagumo entered the room, time seemed to go painfully slower as though he was staying in your lab for longer than you thought. your equations for perfecting brain damage potions seemed harder than normal and you just couldn't seem to find that one blueprint that was always in its same place. even nagumo went, "it's this one, no? it was right under your hands" much to your embarrassment. your brain was scattered whenever he was near you and you really hated it.

+ and what was worse is that he noticed all this and was enjoying it.

+ "is my (name) . . . a little distracted?"

+ yes, yes. infuriatingly so, you think as you watch nagumo bounce over to where you stand in the far corner of your lab. he has that mischevious grin, the one that you want to melt off his annoyingly-handsome face. did it never occur to him that you couldn't work at your best whenever his talkative ass was in the room? is he really that stupid that you have to say, "nagumo, i need to do my work," then deal with those big eyes of his begging to stay? if he was a little less insufferable, maybe you would've─

+ you freeze. wait, he said 'my?'

+ and nagumo, his face creased with laughter, sees the cogs whir in your brain as you finally realise that he really just indirectly labelled you as his.

+ "don't tell me you've been ignoring me for that long."

+ and much to your dismay, it hits you that yeah, he's always been there. "wow! my (name) seems to like today's lunch! i don't see you here that often!" he once commented when you sat with him at the cafeteria. "the food's not always so great, but today seems ok."

+ or the other time when you had a first-year student schedule an appointment with you because he wanted advice for his weapons. nagumo saw him waiting outside your lab. "hmm, my (name) is a bit busy today! why don't you come back later?" he said while he was opening the door to waltz in, "ah! my (name) i've come to bother you!" he sang before slamming the door. you didn't manage to see the poor kid because nagumo took up your entire evening.

+ and you really did find yourself making a separate cabinet just for nagumo. even to this day, at the ripe age of 27, you made soothing creams for burns, motion sickness pills and gums for him to chew on for whenever osaragi would drive. his placement as an order member made him busier but never enough to keep him away from you. whenever you're at the clinic for your day-job, nagumo made frequent appearances. he'd lean on the front desk and request for his usual "lovely, lovely and beautifully perfected doctor," even when you're literally standing there, typing away at the computer. "yoichi, you're really doing this on my shift." it would never stop him. "i am your shift!"

+ he's surprisingly romantic for someone with little dating history. he's had a few girlfriends in the past but because of his occupation, they obviously don't last long. with you though? though not a fully-fledged assassin yourself, you're part of that world, his world, so you understand the burden and pressure that comes with it. just like nagumo is tasked with completing his missions with no mistakes, you're equally expected to never fail a surgery, always finish on time and come up with new ideas. it's a cycle where you both have each other backs.

+ like, as much as he jokes, he's very proud of your achievements. as an order member himself, he'd probably commission you a lot and if anyone needs surgical assistance or high-tech weapons, he'd be quick to mention your name. of course, he hesitates just a little because he doesn't want to share, but for the better of your work, he puts your name out there.

+ he doesn't get heavily injured because he's scarily skilled. his 'gold assassin's license' that he boasts about keeps him protected, but just to rile you up, he'd limp in through your clinic or house, crying for the kiss of the doctor that he's come to adore. if you're at the clinic, you need to appear more professional because you have people you see everyday watching you care for this grown ass man wailing his guts out. if you're at home, you're much more relaxed and honestly, so's nagumo as he leans into your delicate touch.

+ generally, he's so proud and whipped about the fact that you're a doctor and are so capable of doing what you do. he has extensive knowledge on poisons, so he tries to add his recommendations from time to time and he's grateful whenever you take it. on the rare case that you don't, he acts hurt, "oh . . . my (name) doesn't like my idea," and he'd jokingly mope until you kiss his ego better. anything can solve this man's problems if you silence him with a kiss.

+ sakamoto's like ". . . please tell me you did not get with nagumo," and nagumo finds this hilarious. he's like, "i have an idea! let's go on double dates with you, me, aoi and (name)!" to which sakamoto rejects. he doesn't mind the idea of you being friends with his wife, of course, but he doesn't want to take nagumo anywhere.

+ sometimes, he'd disguise himself as you and nonchalantly act as if he's doing chores in your house until you come back home. so when he sees you, he points and goes, "an imposter!" and at this point, you play along, "there's my doppelganger. can you give me back my boyfriend, please." and as soon as you say that, he transforms back and grabs you.

+ life with this mf is a wild ride, but honestly, you signed up for it, so good luck. once his eyes are set on someone, he goes all in and is not about to give it up. especially when he knows how serious you are about him and he is for you. a match made in heaven!

[ryzheling]

sfw, fluff, bicep biting, mention of suggestive themes, loosely based on this, kinda goofy don't take me seriously guys ( ~700 wc )

It’s sitting right there. Right in front of your face.

On any other day it would’ve been easier to hold back, as they’d always be covered and usually out of your sight. But during times like this – particularly in the mornings where the sun is up and high above your head, when no blood is to be spilled and the bed is meant to be occupied by two naked bodies tangled in the sheets together – your impulse is being tested like no other.

Alas, you’re just another human being with desires and itches meant to be scratched.

“Would it be weird if I say I’ve been wanting to bite your arm?”

Nagumo pauses. One of his hands hangs midair above the printed pages full of table lines and empty boxes, his eyes blinking curiously at the numbers as if trying to comprehend what you’d just said.

"Nope." He then turns to you with his head cutely tilted to the side, “Do you think it’d be weird?”

His reply doesn’t surprise you, to say the least, and if anything, you’d expected him to say that much. Though what you didn’t expect was for him to direct the question back to you, causing you to take a second too long to respond.

“Well, I mean…” your eyes drift back to his tattooed arm, cursing at the lack of clothes that he’s sporting. Nagumo’s leisurely sitting back against the headboard, the blankets that you have pulled up to your shoulders pooling around his waist and hiding all the lower part of his body, much to your dismay relief.

Then again, you can’t really blame him because last night was… something.

The little sudoku book is long forgotten on his lap, and the pencil is idly being twirled between his lithe fingers. His lips curve into a smile – always so keen to indulge you – then the next thing you know Nagumo’s already shoving his arm in your face with a low murmur, “Go on.”

(You’re exaggerating. He’s just holding it out closer towards you but what could you possibly do in that situation, really? Lay there and pretend to be normal about it?)

You wanted to do it. God, you really do want to do it. But he’s looking down at you, his big round eyes so soft yet so sharp in the way his gaze is solely focused on every reaction you’re about to offer.

Gritting your teeth, you reach out a hand to smack over his perusing eyes. “Stop looking! You’re the one making this weird now.”

His chipper laugh rolls over you like gentle waves on a morning tide, “Okay, okay! I won’t, I promise.”

(He’s lying, that menace. He’s going to take a peek out of the corner of his eye.)

It takes a few moments for you to eventually be convinced that his sight is directed somewhere else, and when you do, you’re all the more eager to get this over with.

Your hand loosely grips the side of his bicep (the sheer thickness of it sends you down into a little spiral, but you’re not gonna let him know that) before you finally bite down, teeth gently digging over the swirls of dark ink on the firm muscle.

“Ow, ow–”

You immediately pull away, guilty and maybe a little worried. “Shit, sorry! Did that hu–”

“Kidding! You bite like a little kitten, you know? It’s adorable!” Instead of a pained expression, his eye smile and grinning lips greet you.

Your jaw drops for a second before irritation comes over you, resulting in your fist punching him right on the spot where you’d bitten. “I thought you were really hurt, dumbass!”

Chuckling, Nagumo pulls you to lay on his chest and back into his arms like how you were sleeping the night before, like how you were meant to be. “All these muscles would’ve been useless if I couldn’t handle a little chomp from you, sweets. But look, you still managed to leave a mark! Ain’t that fancy, hm?”

“I’m seriously going to bite a chunk of your flesh off one of these days, I swear to god,” you grumble under your breath, nuzzling closer to the heat radiating off his bare chest.

“Yeah? One day for sure, but for now, it’s my turn!”

“What do you– OW, YOU LITTLE –!”

He goes straight for your neck.

©ryzheling. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else!

[esveon]

yoichi nagumo cares. he does. he just demonstrates it in unique ways. cw for alcohol usage, implied alcoholism. self indulgent bc i struggle with sobriety. almost one month clean !! soft nagumo. afab reader + feminine pet names used.

he’s quick to notice the bottle opener is missing from its usual spot in the kitchen, as well as the rusty corkscrew he once borrowed from sakamoto and never returned.

nagumo’s head perks up at the distant sound of a glass clinking, as well as muttered curses. he purses his lips as he beelines out the kitchen, straight to your room. when he opens the door, he’s met with what seems like a makeshift bar inside your room.

different bottles, big and small—some empty, piled up on your desk and bedside table, a glass filled with wine on your hand. you’re sitting on the floor, back leaning against your mattress.

you’ve already downed the whole bottle.

he gives you a smile, one so crabbed it would send shivers down your spine if you were sober. “i thought we were going out later tonight, but it seems you’ve brought the party here!”

you squirm, lowering your gaze to avoid his. you know better than to mess with your boyfriend yet here you are, body so intoxicated you could barely keep the glass inside your hand, ass currently glued to the floor in an attempt to stay still.

“you know drinks can get expensive, yoichi” you slur, hands waving in disbelief as droplets of wine hit your bedroom floor. “a little pregame never hurt anyone.”

it hurts me, he thinks. nagumo, as shallow as he can be, can’t help but feel a sting of impotence when he sees you in this state. there’s a side of him that feels guilt, for even encouraging your behavior at the early days of your relationship.

“and you know you can use my card for drinks so money isn’t the problem, right?”

you lower your head from embarrassment, and in return, nagumo crouches down at your level, hand cradling your jaw so your eyes meet his.

“okay then!” he chirps, hands resting on his thighs. “pour me a glass, will ya?”

the creepy smile never leaves his face. it’s unsettling.

you giggle as you struggle to reach for the tequila bottle on your nightstand, and before you know it, the bottle is on nagumo’s hand. cursing his assassin reflexes, you watch as he takes the bottle and walks towards your bathroom. the sound of liquid pouring down your sink followed, with your eyes widening as you realize what your boyfriend was doing.

he returns and sits down at your side, cross legged. with a swift movement, he’s driving your glass towards his lips, nose scrunching from the stench.

the smell was putrid.

he takes a sip, only to spit it back into the glass. “dear, what exactly did you conjure up in this glass?”

“tequila and wine” you shrug, “’s a good mix once you’re out of it.

nagumo sets the glass down before standing up once more, his arms carefully settling behind your knees and on your back as he lifts you up and pulls you to his chest.

you hold onto his tie for dear life, “careful. don’t wanna cover you in puke.”

“i think you forget i always get carsick” he chuckles, slowly sitting you down on your bed.

he lifts your arms up, hands peeling your shirt off and tossing it to the side, leaving you only in your bra. your head tilts to the side, a small smirk plastered on your face. “perv. we’re supposed to go out.”

nagumo rolls his eyes as he turns to your dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a worn out, cotton nightdress. you push your arms through the holes as your boyfriend assists you through putting on your pajama. as the nightdress carefully pools on your bed, you feel a hand going up your back from inside the dress, swiftly unhooking your bra.

“i think we’ll be staying home, sweetheart” he smiles, “also—hurts that you think i only want you for sex.”

“didn’t we start off that way, ‘chi?”

it’s true. you and nagumo started off as friends with benefits, with you eventually craving more than just his body every few nights.

he pulls the bra straps through the arm holes of the dress and through your arms, finally pulling the bra from your dress and throwing it next to your shirt. you help him unbuckle your jeans and nagumo pulls them off, lifting you for a quick second to make sure the nightdress covers you whole.

“why are you not scolding me, yoichi?”

your tone is laced with fear, and nagumo furrows his brows. he’s unsure of how to handle this, seeing as deflection can only get him so far.

“we’ll talk about it in the morning, kay?” he smiles again, “i’m not mad, but you certainly owe me, princess.”

a quick trip to the bathroom later and nagumo returns with makeup remover and cotton pads. he sits down at your side again, soaking the cotton pads with makeup remover and rubbing them onto your face. nagumo does it with such delicacy, you wonder if he has ever done this on someone else. to him, you’re the most precious thing in the world, and it shows.

your head droops and falls onto his shoulder, “yoi, i don’t feel so good.”

his hand gently pats your head. “i’ll go get you some water, okay? then we’ll do skincare. only the gods know what’ll be of me if you wake up with your face dirty.”

“what if i throw up? don’t you think it would be ugly?”

nagumo laughs, “i think we both know i’ve seen way worse.”

“and if i throw up on you?”

“bread and butter, dear. i’ve had worse things spilled on me.”

you feel a little guilt once you lift your head to look at nagumo. “are you sure?”

he leans down to kiss your lips, “certainly.”

“i love you, ‘chi.”

“and i you, you troublemaker.”

[naomi-nana]

Hello! May I request a reader x nagumo ?? It can be about anything :))

✎ᝰ. who's speechless now?

it was just a small flirting attempt made by him, really. he didn't expect you'd make him speechless too.

featuring : nagumo yoichi

cw : gn!reader, fluff, blood, injuries, killings n assassins are of course mentioned(this is nagumo), not proofread 🙏

a/n : OHMYGOD thank u so much for the request!!!! i was actually a little confused on what to write at first, but then i finally stumbled upon the usual and cliche patching up session😼 i hope this is what u want anon!!

when nagumo entered your apartment with blood all over his clothes, you feel as if you're about to faint when you see him. it's not that you're not used to him suddenly barging into your apartment demanding you to patch him up, it's just that, you'll never be used at how carefree he is even if he looks like he's one second away from meeting the grim reaper.

"name, help me out, will you?" he smiles, stumbling over nothing as he tries to walk over to you. of course, as the good friend you are, you quickly run towards him to help him walk to the couch. "nagumo! you can't just enter my apartment and —" you grumbled, struggling to get the words out due to frustration.

"and what?"

"— and bleed all over my floor! besides, is there no medic in the JAA? at all??" you continued, finally reaching the couch with him before helping him sit down. he let out an exhale and a small thank you under his breath, before laughing at your question. "well, there is. but, your apartment is so much closer from my previous mission! and it's much comfy, too."

you narrowed your brows at him, sighing in frustration as you walk over to the bathroom to take your medkit from out of the shelves. "you're so kind to help me out! i thought you were gonna kick me out earlier." he leans his head on the head of the couch, looking over to you from the living room. you glance over at him, raising your eyebrows. "i'm not some kind of a maniac to just leave you outside."

"well, you look like one!"

"i'll kill you."

really, you keep saying that everytime he comes over, but you never stop patching him up. maybe it's because you're both too used to it, or maybe, you just care for him too much. he laughs at your retort, then gets silent when he looks at you again. was it something you wore today, or were you always so pretty? he hummed, pondering on the question himself.

though, with how long he looked at you, you're bound to notice. you walked out of the bathroom with the medkit in your hand, sitting besides him on the couch. "stop staring at me, nagumo." you muttered, putting the medkit on the table. he once again laughed at your words, smiling sheepishly after being caught.

"i can't help it. you look real pretty tonight, name!" he complimented you, which made your brain short circuited for a few seconds. you don't know how to take that compliment. you feel flustered, of course. yet at the same time, you're a little cautious with him. for all you know, he could just be messing with you to see how you'd react. so, your answer to that was:

"huh."

a simple hum, which makes him raise his brows. he leans closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder. "come on, i complimented you and that's all you replied with?" he pouted playfully, poking your cheeks to atleast get you to say something. "you could've said i looked real handsome too tonight. well, even if im covered in blood." he chuckled a little at the joke he made himself.

you can't lie, he does look handsome tonight. no, not tonight, but every other night. he's always been really good looking, and you can't help but gaze a little longer at his face whenever you're patching him up or simply talking to him. you shook your head at his words, letting out a tired exhale. "i do think you look real handsome too. all the time, actually."

now it's his turn to say, "huh."

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[tko-archives]

Unspoken Words

Word Count: 770

Summary: In a rare moment of downtime at the cafeteria, the usual dynamic between friends—Sakamoto's quiet calm, Rion's mischievous energy, and Nagumo's flirtatious charm—reveals unspoken tensions and subtle feelings between you and Nagumo, leaving you to grapple with emotions that neither of you seem ready to acknowledge

The cafeteria was bustling as usual, filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and trays clinking against the tables. You sat with Sakamoto and Rion, as always. It wasn’t the best meal in the world, but it was the routine you’d grown used to in the haze of long training sessions and late nights. It was rare to have downtime in the Poison Department, and you found solace in these moments of normalcy. The fact that you could actually sit with your friends without some crisis happening in the next room or an emergency mission calling you away felt like a small victory. Sakamoto was quietly eating his lunch as always. His stoic demeanor never wavered, and it was almost amusing to watch how the rest of the cafeteria seemed to shy away from his intense silence, despite his gentle nature.

Rion, on the other hand, was her usual energetic self. She didn’t sit still for more than a few seconds, constantly glancing around as she snatched a piece of your food or took a drink from your cup, always testing your patience just to see you get riled up. The two of you had a bond that was impossible to break, one that had been forged through long missions, ridiculous situations, and shared glances that said everything when words weren’t enough. “I swear, if you don’t stop stealing my fries, I’m going to—” You shot a playful but sharp look at Rion, whose grin only widened in response.

“Hey, you should share more, it’s the polite thing to do,” Rion teased, snatching another one and chewing it like she owned it. “Besides, you’ve got so many. It’s not like you’re going to miss one or two... or ten.” “I’m going to miss them when I’m starving, thanks to you,” you grumbled, taking a drink to calm your frustration. But Rion knew how to push your buttons, and you couldn’t help but let her get away with it. Sakamoto, ever the calm presence, took a long sip from his cup, not even bothering to look up from his plate as if he were too familiar with the dynamic to intervene. He did, however, shoot you a glance that conveyed everything: Don’t let her get to you. You shot him a small, grateful smile. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle Rion; it was that she had a way of getting under your skin, a skill you begrudgingly admired. Just as you were about to retaliate, a familiar voice interrupted.

“Well, well, what’s all this? Having fun without me?” Nagumo slid into the seat across from you, his signature grin plastered on his face.

He didn’t even ask, just made himself comfortable, flashing his usual charm to those around him. Even in a busy room full of people, Nagumo’s presence seemed to command attention without effort.

You tried not to roll your eyes. He was just... Nagumo. Always so carefree, always so annoyingly charming, with that perpetual smile. It made you want to throttle him sometimes, but at the same time, it was the reason everyone flocked to him. Girls, mostly. But you’d learned not to let that bother you—at least, that’s what you told yourself. “You’re late,” you said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. It was clear he’d been taking his sweet time flirting with someone — or several someones — before coming over.

“I’m never late, I just like to make an entrance.” His grin widened as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the attention. “And I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist stopping to talk to some fans.”

You shot him a mock glare. “Fans? Don’t tell me you still have people fawning over you.”

Nagumo gave you an exaggerated shrug. “What can I say? I’m just that irresistible.” Rion snorted, clearly enjoying the exchange. “You really are full of yourself.”

“Hey, confidence is key,” Nagumo shot back, his smirk never fading. “But, you know, enough about me. What’s going on here? I see you two are up to your usual antics.”

You huffed, not willing to back down. “Rion’s eating my food again.” “Oh? Well, I can’t blame her. It’s good stuff,” Nagumo said with a wink before turning back to you. “You know, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who’d mind her stealing food. Everyone else here’s just... too afraid to say something.” You raised an eyebrow. “Afraid? What are you, their spokesperson now?” Nagumo leaned closer, his face inches away, that mischievous glint in his eyes. “I just know how it is. They’re scared of getting on your bad side—can’t say I blame them.” You froze for a moment. Me? You hadn’t expected that, but the way he said it made something flutter in your chest. He was definitely teasing you, but you couldn’t deny the little pang of warmth that spread through you at his attention. Sakamoto, who had been quietly watching the interaction, shifted his gaze to you, then back to Nagumo. “Knock it off, you’re making them uncomfortable.”

Nagumo sat back in his chair, flashing Sakamoto a look of mock indignation. “What? I was just talking, man.” You didn’t respond to Nagumo immediately, trying to shake off the rush of emotions that had taken over. You focused instead on Rion, who was grinning like a cat who’d just gotten the cream.

“You know, it’s funny,” she said, her tone suddenly serious in a way that made you look up at her. “You two are way more obvious than you think.” Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately turned to her, trying to keep your expression neutral. “What do you mean?” Rion’s grin widened even further, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Nagumo might act like he’s the center of attention everywhere he goes, but he’s always glancing at you. And you, you’ve been a little distracted today, haven’t you?” You felt your face heat up, and before you could respond, Nagumo leaned in, his voice light and teasing. “You two are way too observant. Maybe you should get a hobby.”

But his words weren’t as playful as they usually were. There was something softer in them, something you didn’t quite understand. You glanced up at him, your heart racing, but he was already looking away, as if nothing had happened.

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[uzurakis]

Yess so glad to see more Sakamoto days fans 😏 may I request some Nagumo headcanons with him being in a relationship, kinda curious about how’d he be like in an argument with s/o

ೀ ׅ ۫ . YOICHI NAGUMO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ?

SFW and NSFW under the cut!

n. i just recycled and elaborate the sfw ones from the asked i got from my 🎲 anon, added other things also. i love writing my stinky rascal . . hope u enjoy ^3^

the dynamic in a relationship with nagumo will be natural & playful so it allows the relationship to develop organically. your relationship with him is built on a foundation of mutual understanding and subtle communication. instead of a formal confession, his consistent flirting and genuine expressions of affection serve as his way of showing his feelings.

his love languages would be heavy on physical touch, means that he expresses and receives love most profoundly through physical closeness and touch. accepts pda; in fact, he prefers to take the lead. never let him take his hands off of you, somehow. pulls you by the waist and gives you a nosy kiss. he enjoys spending quality time, although his profession occasionally prevents him from doing so. however, he will make the most of his time with you while it is available.

really clingy in private. won’t let you get out off the bed by hugging you from behind. he’s also the big spoon most of the time.

he talks in his sleep when he’s comfortable with you, murmuring about how much you mean to him and lazy smooches here and there. likes to pretend to be asleep as well so you continue to caress him in bed when he’s ‘asleep’.

traps you in a hug every single time. nagumo just comes out of nowhere to hug you, not letting you go, and says “caught youu” and carries you in bridal style around the house.

if you love his tattoos, he definitely walks around naked in the house. also, the sign that he truly trusts you with all his life is when he tells you the meaning of each tattoo he has.

put your belongings at the topmost shelf so you need to call him for help or hides your stuffs in the most random places ever.

you guys have board and card games around the house. monopoly? uno? guess who? snakes & ladders? just name it.

i’ve seen so many times others saying he loves to play pranks, i definitely agree. intentionally getting you on your nerves just for him to apologize with another set of pranks. he’s just silly like that.

contrarily to beliefs, he likes to mull over after you guys argue and gives you space as he rethinks and reflects his actions. when he apologizes after a big fight, he takes both of your hands and swings them left and right as he explains, still teases but with a nervous smile this time.

a flirt, teaser, prankster, drama queen, what else?

he MATCHES YOUR FREAK, did i tell you he’s a nasty in bed? one hell of an experimentalist, doesn’t mind doing anything with you. his rage is huge, i’ll tell you that. vanilla? roleplay? waxplay? pegging? all down, just name it.

quickies at inconvenient times. you guys have a meeting in 10 minutes? 4 minutes is enough to do your thing in the public bathroom together.

likes to steal glances to your tits when you guys talk. i believe he’s a tit guy rather than ass. though, in public, his hands tends to uncontrollably go down to your ass when he circles you by the waist.

too good at nipple play.

nagumo likes you make you squirt, his personal favorite. however, for him, he likes it when you give him a handjob.

talks & coos to your pussy likes its you!

in bed, he likes it when you go rough, i think it’s really going to turn him on. just ride him i swear. might be one of his best times in life.

crack jokes during it, he’s quite humorous doing sex. compliments you in a funny way and says hilarious things also. expect your sex won’t be too serious and just all laughs & giggles.

doesn’t give a fuck about bounds, so semi public and publix sex are often.

@uzurakis

[ilylmwwifys]

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING FOR NAGUMO ON VALENTINES DAY PLEASE WRITE MOREEEE!!!! Like if you don't mind the request.. I was thinking like in the future... like the aftermath of the whole fake girlfriend thing and nagumo and Y/n a retired assassin meet again at sakamotos store! :DDD she could be like Hana's teacher or smth idk trying to live a normal life lol

—𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

⏳,, angst & fluff , one-shot , slight suggestive

. 🕰 You thought you left that world behind—cold missions, whispered secrets, and a certain infuriating assassin, but fate had other plans.

previous - next

After Sakamoto retired to focus on his life, you soon followed suit, especially after hearing that your dear friend was going to be a father. You had left the world of assassins behind, choosing to live a quiet, normal life as Hana’s teacher.

To be honest, becoming a teacher had never been in your plans. But you had your reasons.

First, you wanted to protect Hana. If anyone ever placed a bounty on Sakamoto’s head, his daughter could be caught in the crossfire. Second, kids were just too damn adorable.

This was what you called paradise, surrounded by cheerful children, including Hana, whose laughter brightened even your darkest days.

Shrugging, you picked out your outfit for the day, settling on something casual. Today, you were going to spend time with Hana, maybe tutor her a little.

Maybe I should get her a toy… you mused. It wasn’t a special occasion, but you simply enjoyed spoiling her. You made sure, of course, that your favoritism didn’t become too obvious in class.

With your bag packed, you headed out, making your way to Sakamoto’s convenience store.

Humming softly, you watched the town come to life around you. Children ran past, laughing as they played. A man stepped out of a shop, adjusting the bag in his arms. In the distance, a couple sat at a restaurant, talking in hushed voices, hands brushing over the table.

The sight tugged at something in your memory.

A mission.

A night.

Yoichi Nagumo.

"I’m sorry, sir and ma’am, but we can’t let you enter unless you’re a couple," the staff member said, their tone firm yet apologetic.

You clenched your jaw, irritation prickling at your skin.

"I already told you—we are a couple." Your grip on Nagumo’s hand tightened, a subtle warning. Nagumo, ever the observer, noticed your irritation but simply smiled at the staff, letting you do the talking.

The two of you stood in the lobby of an exclusive couples-only nightclub. The entire concept was ridiculous, but unfortunately, your target—one of the club's founders—frequented this place. The original plan had been simple, pretend to be a couple to gain access. But neither of you had anticipated just how strict the entry requirements would be.

You had no intention of holding hands, and you were sure Nagumo didn't either—at least, that was until the staff eyed the both of you suspiciously. Without hesitation, Nagumo had laced his fingers through yours, his grip firm, silent reassurance hidden beneath his usual amusement.

You had been caught off guard, embarrassed, even. You had tried pulling away, only for him to squeeze tighter, his message clear: Play along. It’s for the mission.

And so, there you stood, hands entwined, shoulders brushing as you faced the skeptical staff. "If you have proof that you’re a couple, then you may go in," the staff said.

A nerve twitched in your temple. Proof? Proof of what? That you were together? That you were in love?

"Such as?" you asked, voice clipped. "Well, for instance…" The staff hesitated, struggling for an example. You exhaled sharply, patience thinning. You were about to speak when suddenly-

Nagumo tugged you closer.

You barely had time to process the movement before his face was mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, dark eyes staring into yours with something unreadable.

Your nose brushed against his, and then—Soft. Warm.

Nagumo kissed you.

Your world stilled.

Your mind scrambled for logic, reason, anything, but all you could register was the heat of his lips, the way his fingers tightened around yours, how effortlessly he melted into the role.

When he pulled away, he turned to the staff with his signature closed-eye smile. "Like this?" His voice was smooth, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just stolen something from you.

Your first kiss.

You stood frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Your cheeks burned, the heat unbearable.

The staff gawked, clearly not expecting that as proof. Nagumo chuckled at their stunned silence. "What? Do you want us to fuc—"

"NAGUMO!" You shouted his name, mortified, and immediately bowed to the staff.

"I’m sorry for his behavior," you said through gritted teeth.

The staff, still flustered, waved their hands. "I-It’s fine… Sorry for doubting you both. You may go in. "You shot Nagumo a glare as you yanked your hand from his grip the moment you were out of the staff’s sight.

"You stole my first kiss."

"Stole?" he echoed, his smirk widening. "I was meant to be your first kiss."

That night, you felt something shift. Your heart betrayed you, drawn to his warmth.

And yet, that was also the night you vanished from his life.

Completely.

You shook off the memory, stomach twisting at the thought.

You had buried that part of your life—him— long ago. Yet, even now, your chest tightened at the mere memories. Sighing, you quickened your pace, spotting the convenience store up ahead.

Sakamoto had recently hired a new employee, a girl. You had been curious about her and decided today was the perfect chance to surprise both her and Sakamoto.

Aoi had texted earlier, saying she’d be out with Hana, which meant more free time for you. You stepped toward the entrance, completely unaware of what awaited you inside.

The automatic doors slid open.

You froze.

Sakamoto stood behind the counter, as usual, but beside him sat a girl munching on pizza, completely unfazed. Shin, his blond hair disheveled, looked utterly bewildered.

But the real shock?

A man, tall and lean, dressed in a red-patterned polo, was choking a pizza delivery guy with just his arm, his grip like iron. The delivery guy wheezed, struggling.

"See? Just like I told you," the black-haired man said, smiling as if he weren’t seconds away from snapping the poor guy’s neck.

"I don’t like lies." His voice was light, playful even, but laced with unmistakable menace as he gave the blonde one of his infamous closed-eye smile.

Shin tensed, raising his guard as the man’s grip tightened. "Nagumo, wait." Sakamoto’s voice was calm but firm while an unfinished pizza laid on his hands.

At his words, Nagumo immediately let go, letting the delivery guy collapse to the ground without so much as a glance.

He turned to Sakamoto. "Don’t tell me you’re going to try to get through this without killing—"

"Chi…?"

The name left your lips before you could stop it.

Nagumo’s entire body stiffened. His head snapped toward you, eyes widening.

For the first time in years, you locked eyes with him.

And in the next heartbeat-

Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace. You didn’t know what was happening. Heck, even Nagumo didn’t know why he was acting like this.

The only thing he knew was that his soul ached for you, craved you, missed you.

Every part of him did.

His grip on your clothes tightened, his body pressing closer as if afraid you’d slip through his fingers again. You had once again appeared in his life. This time, he wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

The same day the mission was completed, you had vanished without a word.

And that was the day he had been waiting for, the day he was finally ready to take you seriously.

But he had lost his chance.

And now, fate had handed him another one.

This time, he wasn’t letting you go.

"Huh—" You barely got the sound out before he held you even tighter, silently telling you not to say anything.

"I missed you," he murmured, voice low, raw.

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t sure what shocked you more—his words or the way your heart clenched at them.

Your breath hitched, hands hovering in the air, unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He was warm.

Too warm.

And it scared you.

You had spent years convincing yourself that what happened that night meant nothing, that Nagumo was nothing but a fleeting part of your past. But here he was, holding you as if you were something precious, as if you belonged in his arms.

And the worst part?

A part of you wanted to stay there.

"Nagumo," you finally muttered, your voice unsteady.

At the sound of his name, he exhaled sharply against your neck, his grip on you tightening for just a moment before he finally pulled away, but not too far.

His hands remained firm on your waist, his dark eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory. There was something unreadable in his gaze—something raw, something unspoken. You swallowed hard.

"You’re acting like I was the one who disappeared," you forced a scoff, trying to ease the tension, but your voice betrayed you, quieter than you intended.

Nagumo didn’t smile.

For the first time in a long time, the usual teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something real.

"You were," he murmured.

Your heart lurched. Before you could say anything, Shin’s voice cut through the moment.

"Wait, what the hell is going on here?!"

You flinched, suddenly aware of your surroundings again. Shin looked absolutely dumbfounded, glancing between you and Nagumo like he had just witnessed something illegal. The girl beside Sakamoto continued eating her pizza, watching the scene unfold like it was a drama playing out in real-time, but she too was confused. Sakamoto, who knew everything simply let out a small sigh.

Nagumo finally smirked, his usual playfulness returning as he turned to Shin. "What? Didn’t I tell you? She’s my little runaway."

Your brows furrowed. "I am not your—"

"And now that I’ve found her again," he interrupted, shooting you a knowing look, "I’m never letting her go."

Your stomach twisted.

The weight of his words settled in your chest, a dangerous promise laced with something even heavier—something terrifying.

Because for all your years of running, all your years of trying to forget… You knew.

Nagumo never made empty promises.

. [📜] This is my first time writing a request so I apologize if I wrote something not to your liking. I wanted to integrate some angst to it... But anyway, I'm glad you liked my nagumo fic! :) p.s the header I used from the start is what I imagine you and nagumo's date will be. (Sorry if I published this late since my tumblr has been acting up and it's annoying)

ˏ 「🗝」 Mission: Heartstrings = Missions are usually about strategy and precision, but this one? It’s about emotions—specifically, the unbreakable bond between the you and Yoichi.

The "Heartstrings" part adds a soft, romantic touch, showing that despite all the danger and the years apart, their hearts are still connected. It’s like saying, "Oops, this mission wasn’t just about work… feelings got involved!" It perfectly captures how Nagumo and the reader are tied together, whether they like it or not

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You know how in anime nagumo receive a bunch of chocolate during valentine? What if nagumo had a daughter and during valentine she gave a handmade chocolate to another boy secretly (of course he would find out anyway) . That's not all. She didn't even consider to give anything to her father. Just like how the mother didn't give any to nagumo until they are officially in relationship. Just imagine the drama that would unfold.

The Sweetest Betrayal

Hope you like it!! If it isn't quite what you had in mind, feel free to send another request—i'm always down to write more!

The morning of February 14th began as quietly as any other.

Nagumo Yoichi—top-tier assassin, chaos incarnate, and dad—stood in the kitchen flipping pancakes with one hand and a butterfly knife with the other. He wore a loose T-shirt, low-hanging joggers, and the smug grin of a man who knew he was the favorite parent.

He glanced at the clock. 7:48 a.m.

Right on cue, rina shuffled into the room.

“Yo,” he said casually, flipping a pancake over his shoulder without looking. It landed perfectly on the plate. “Happy Valentine's Day, princess.”

Rina glanced at him sleepily, yawned, and dropped into a chair at the table. “Morning.”

He waited.

And waited.

No shy smile. No box behind her back. No glittery card with To Dad scrawled in her messy cursive. Just her, drinking orange juice like it wasn’t a day of emotional significance.

His eye twitched.

“Whatcha got planned today?” he asked, still playing it cool.

“Just school stuff,” she mumbled. “Nothing big.”

No mention of chocolate. None. His own daughter. Nothing.

“Y’know,” he said, sliding her pancake onto the plate and leaning on the counter, “when I was your age, I used to get a whole backpack full of chocolate on Valentine’s Day. Had to hire someone just to carry it all home.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And your mom? She never gave me any until we were official. Said I didn’t deserve it.”

Rina blinked. “That sounds like Mom.”

“Mm.” He sipped his tea, eyes narrowing. “So... I was thinking maybe you’d break the cycle this year.”

Rina froze for a split second—barely noticeable.

But Nagumo noticed.

She stood up a little too quickly. “Gotta go! I’ll be late!”

And just like that, she was gone. Door shut. Silence.

Nagumo stared after her.

Then smiled.

“Ohhh, I see how it is.”

He trailed her that afternoon.

Call it instinct. Call it habit. Call it being a deeply petty assassin father with a talent for blending into shadows and a deeply bruised ego.

He followed Rina as she left her school, ducked behind a corner, and pulled a small box from her bag.

Heart-shaped. Wrapped with careful hands. There was a card, too. A little folded one with a doodle of some dumb anime character on it.

Nagumo watched from the rooftop, crouched low.

Then a boy walked up. Tall-ish. Polite. Too clean.

Nagumo’s eye twitched again.

They talked—briefly. Rina thrust the box at him with both hands, face red like she was running a fever. He looked shocked, then stupidly happy.

The kind of happy that made Nagumo want to step on his face.

Rina giggled. Giggled. Then waved, turned on her heel, and started walking home.

Nagumo melted into the shadows behind her.

She opened the front door and walked into the house, humming softly.

The lights were off. Quiet. Too quiet.

She stepped inside.

The living room lights flicked on.

Nagumo sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by boxes of chocolate. Knife spinning lazily in his fingers. Expression unreadable.

Rina froze mid-step. “...Dad?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, tone chipper. “Good day at school?”

She gulped. “Y-Yeah.”

“That’s good. I had a good day too.” He gestured to the pile of sweets beside him. “Broke last year’s record. Forty-eight boxes. Mostly poison-laced, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Rina nodded slowly. “Cool...”

“Though,” he continued, “somehow, among all these… I didn’t find one from my beloved daughter.”

She stiffened.

“Oh no. It’s fine,” he said, waving it off. “I’m not upset. I just assumed maybe the daughter who used to make me chocolate with crushed cereal and glitter glue wouldn’t leave me out to dry.”

Rina groaned and flopped face-down onto the couch. “Daaaaad…”

Nagumo leaned over the armrest to loom above her. “Was it store-bought or handmade?”

She stayed face-down. “...Handmade.”

He sighed dramatically. “She didn’t just betray me. She leveled up her betrayal.”

A muffled, “I was gonna give you some later…”

“Uh-huh. That why you left the house with only one box?”

Silence.

Nagumo tilted his head. “So who’s the lucky brat?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Was he blushing?”

“DAD.”

“Did you at least make him sign a contract agreeing not to break your heart or I get to dismember him?”

She peeked up, horrified. “That’s not a real thing!”

“Could be. Wanna help me draft one?”

“Stop being weird!”

He flopped beside her with a satisfied sigh. “So. He’s not your boyfriend. Yet.”

She turned bright red. “...Not officially.”

He snorted. “Just like your mom. History repeats.”

Rina covered her face. “Can we please pretend none of this happened.”

“Nope. This is going in the memory vault. Oh, and I’m texting your mom. Bet she’ll love this.”

“DAD NO—”

Nagumo was already typing.

A second later, his phone buzzed. My beautiful amazing wife: Tell that boy if he breaks her heart, I’ll break his spine.

He grinned. “See? We’re both terrifying.”

Rina buried herself deeper into the cushions. “I’m never giving anyone chocolate again.”

Nagumo leaned back, hands behind his head, smiling at the ceiling.

“Now that’s the spirit.”

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— YOU'RE A... CAT?! | Sakamoto Days

🐾 SUMMARY — After an experiment gone wrong, you've magically transformed into a cat! How does your partner react..?

🐾 CHARACTERS — Shin Asakura, Nagumo Yoichi, Uzuki Kei, Gaku, Heisuke Mashimo, Natsuki Seba, Osaragi [separate]

CONTENT & NOTES — Established relationships, probably OOC characters, comedy and fluff, very very mild depictions of fighting [just in case !]. This is my first fic ever on tumblr, and my first official fanfic I ever shared online. I don't write often so keep that in mind before interacting or judging! I'm so nervous posting this. Any advice is appreciated 🥺

WC — 2.2k total. 200-300 per character.

SHIN ASAKURA —

Shin is not used to the change at all. His first thought is prioritizing getting you back. But looking at you now, sleeping in the sun, he starts to wonder if that’s what you really want. Your thoughts are stranger now, harder to read. Sometimes they only appear as images, and the voice in your mind is much quieter. 

Lu is not alarmed at the change at all. In fact, she takes the opportunity to chase you around, trying to pet you or hold you. Shin chastises her to be more careful. She doesn’t offer any good advice on how to turn you back, either, and tries to get you to drink alcohol. Good thing you're still a human inside, or else that could have gone badly. He finds Sakamoto next, but he’s just as useless, only patting your head in silence.

While he’s at the counter focused on thinking, you jump next to him. He looks at your eyes. They’re the exact same colour as when you’re a human. He has to admit you turned into a very cute cat. He looks at you.

”Meow.”

He doesn’t get what you want, but he eventually reaches forward to pet you. 

You leave fur all over him when you lie on his lap. He misses talking to you on breaks, but you still accompany him, tail swaying leisurely and letting Hana pet you, or playing with Piisuke when Heisuke comes by. You seem completely.. unbothered, at least for the time being. He takes a deep breath and tells himself to relax. 

Admittedly he gets worried when he loses sight of you for the first time. He knows typical cats need their sleep and alone time, but he frets that perhaps some assassin took you. Why would an assassin take a cat in the first place, he doesn’t know, but he can’t help but worry anyway. He gets so relieved when he just finds you sleeping or hiding somewhere in the shop or returning from a walk with the Sakamotos. 

Rating: 8/10. He plays with you and gets you back to human form quickly, and you get lots of attention from the employees of the store. 

YOICHI NAGUMO —

He finds the temporary change so cute! You could be stressing out about it and he wouldn’t even care. Loves randomly picking you up and taking you along his merry way or assaulting you with pets. You know the videos where the owner pets their cats more aggressively each time? That’d 100% be him. He just likes teasing you too much!

He buys you all types of cat toys to see if you’re interested in them. Maybe some feline instinct. He waves it in front of you while you’re trying to nap. You don’t seem to be reacting. In fact, you’re rather annoyed at him. But your hissing doesn’t seem to drive him off. But as he places the plastic mouse closer to you, that’s when you strike! You promptly severe the string and fruitlessly throw the mouse at him. Alright, no toys it is. 

Canonically rich. Buys you a lot of luxury cat food. You seem hesitant eating it, so he buys you food both humans and cats can ingest and handfeeds you. Even if he’s a menace, he still wants to make sure you’re healthy and have a full belly to sleep with. 

He knows he eventually has to find a way to revert you to human form again. He busies himself with that when you’re sleeping. For the time being, when you’re awake, he wants to enjoy the time harassing his cute cat partner. 

He certainly doesn’t trust giving you to any of the Order members. Nor does he think any of them would agree to catsit in the first place. If he’s too busy, he opts to drop you off at Sakamoto’s Store, where Hana is more than elated to give you pets. Returns and sneaks up on you [if even he can surpass your now heightened cat senses] and picks you up, ignoring your irritated meows. The best way to get back at him is to scratch his clothing. 

Rating: 6/10. He gets you good food and makes sure you’re alright, but his relentless petting and teasing will drive you up the wall. 

UZUKI KEI —

The predicament is awkward for him. Kashima might know a way to get you back to human form, he thinks, and tries to prioritize that first.

He doesn’t want you to follow him around on his organization business. Sure, the chances of an enemy targeting a cat is slim to none, but there’s a chance for falling debris, or an accidental slash—… and the sight of him with a cute cat following him really diminishes the cold, calculating killer thing he has going on. 

For the time being, he leaves you with Haruma or Kumanomi, who is equally puzzled at the predicament but more than happy to follow his orders or have a cat companion for the day. Gaku seems like the type of person to forget you were there and abandon you, so she’s the only one to trust in this situation. 

He’s not even used to receiving or giving affection while you’re human, so he’s not sure how to approach it when you’re.. well.. a cat. You’ll have to approach him and somehow get it through that you want pets. Meow a lot or lean against his legs, and he eventually hesitantly rubs your head and chin. 

If you really want to follow him while he does his dirty work, he’ll make sure you follow closely. It’s a comical sight to see for the renowned Slur to have a cat following him like a lost lamb, but why does it matter when all the people who witnessed it are dead anyway?

After a bit, he tolerates it and gets used to the predicament. He doesn’t mind giving you a few pats if you approach him. He still wants the entire thing to be over as quickly as possible. He finds out that as cute as you are as a cat, he prefers you as a human much more. 

Rating: 7/10. Given time to at least adjust, he gets you what you need and gives nice pets.. he’s just mostly unsure what to do. 

GAKU —

The situation doesn’t bother him that much. Eventually, someone would find a way to return you to human form. For the time being, the largest loss suffered is someone to play video games with. 

Lets you sit on his shoulder like a Pikachu or on his lap to watch him play games instead. You fall asleep quite easily, and your claws dig into his skin when you try to get a closer look. He doesn’t care that much. You leave cat fur all over him by the time he’s returning to the others. Kumanomi scolds him, so he opts to play shirtless instead when you’re with him. In the end, Kumanomi is still annoyed, but now you have two things to look at when he games, so what is there to complain about?

He doesn’t discourage you following him around for his job. You just have to be careful. Stand too close while he’s fighting and someone’s body soars through the air and almost smashes you into a wall. 

The fright was huge, but at least he comforts you with some snacks. He’s not sure what to feed you. You don’t seem happy with the idea of cat food— you were still a human in there, after all. He settles for sharing some of his chips with you. 

He’s not very protective over you when you’re a cat. He lets you go for walks or leave the area to explore. So long you return by nightfall he’s content with being alone for the day. Internally he does find that the lack of your company feels strange, and quietly makes sure you’re nearby when you return. 

Rating: 8/10. A surprisingly good cat owner. Lets you do what you want or spend time with him. Just try to avoid tripping him up if you must follow him to a fight. 

HEISUKE MASHIMO —

He finds you so cute! He’s good with animals since he has Piisuke. 

He has trouble finding you stuff to eat. He goes to Sakamoto’s Store and shares a bun between the three of you. His friends from the store are certainly puzzled over the predicament, but it’s good that he has companions he can entrust with you. 

For the most part, he wants to keep you close to him. He carries Piisuke on one shoulder and tries to carry you on his other. However, carrying a bird on your shoulder is much easier than carrying a cat. When he gets excited or sprints somewhere, you have to dig your claws into his shoulder so you don’t fall. He only notices a few minutes later and apologizes with lots of head pats. 

The first day or so he gets you, he’s very worried about you and wants you to be with him at all times. Maybe it’s just something about your smaller, cuter form that he frets you’ll get lost somewhere. He’s no better, but at least he has Piisuke to help him, which you don’t!

You probably strayed off to explore or fell asleep under a thick bush and after an hour or so he’s panicking and bawling his guts out thinking you must have got hit by a car or taken by a stranger thinking you were a stray. Piisuke finds you rather quickly and you have to accompany him until he can finally tell himself that you’ll be fine and you need your own alone time too. 

His excitement is admittedly endearing. He’d want to show off to everyone how cute his partner was as a cat!

Rating: 8.5/10. Fun to be around, not too stressed out about the situation and good with pets. His enthusiasm with you can be a bit overwhelming. 

NATSUKI SEBA —

Treats you pretty well, actually.

When he first learns about your predicament, he’s just like “Oh, damn.” He’d work to find a way to revert whatever happened.. but isn’t against the idea of having you as a cat for a day or two. 

For the time being, he doesn’t mind having you beside him while he works on his projects at the JCC. So long he’s not doing too much heavy work, he enjoys the quiet company.

Gives you a few pets from time to time and is smart enough to consider what foods you’d want to and can eat. 

He doesn’t even mind if you leave too much fur on his clothing, whether it be from sleeping on his sweaters or on his lap. He thinks he can just brush it off afterwards. Turns out cat fur has a knack for getting stuck on everything possible. It takes a thorough wash just to get it off. 

Mafuyu judges him when he sees him with too many strands of thin cat fur all over him. While Natsuki’s not that bothered by the idea of being covered in fur, Mafuyu, who is cleaner, does, and at first avoids you like the plague. Your fur is left everywhere, and it ends up getting on him anyway, so he reluctantly gives in and pets you too. 

It can be pretty boring when he’s busy, so he doesn’t mind taking you to the weapons research laboratories too. If the school happens to have anything against pets, he tucks you into his suit and turns you invisible. Easy. So long nobody moves the suit off the ground or questions why there’s a lump on his chest. 

Rating: 9/10. He’s not a bad cat owner and has no qualms with you leaving for a few hours to explore or you getting fur on him. 

OSARAGI —

Thinks you’re too adorable internally! 

She quietly picks you up and goes about her job. She didn’t think you’d have too many problems with her job. Unfortunately, the crashing of stone and the quick movements she makes when fighting are much more startling with your heightened senses. Everything scrapes at your ears and nose. 

Once she finishes with one of her jobs, she looks over only to notice you sitting at the side, looking traumatized. She only stares blankly, wondering what could have gotten you like this. 

Osaragi decides the best way to calm you down is to buy you lots of snacks. She makes a pit stop at a convenience store and presents you an array of food to choose from. It’s rare for Osaragi to share her food without her own terms, so you should be grateful, even if you can only stomach one or two bites. 

Probably unintentionally babies you with a blank expression. It is canon that she’s rather childish at heart. Takes you everywhere like a little furry companion. Eventually, it does hit her that she’ll need you to return to human form sooner or later. She likes you as a human too, so she has nothing against the idea. 

Although I think she’d typically want you by her side, she does let you off her radar throughout the day so you can nap or have some time to yourself. 

Rating: 7.5/10. Treats you pretty well, but she should be more considerate of your cat senses or how terrifying it must feel to be carried while in a high stakes fight, debris and blood everywhere. 

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[ryzheling]

sfw, fluff, non sexual nudity, suggestive at the end, fittsy is hunting for me and my sanity (like always.) ~580 wc

"come on, i don't bite."

the deadpan in your expression is instant, and you throw him exactly that over your shoulder. "doubtful," you mutter, causing him to snicker behind you.

nagumo sits in the tub – your bathtub, to be specific, back against one end and his arms sprawled over the rim as he lets his legs sink beneath the water surface.

how he managed to fit all those long limbs under the water is beyond you, but then again despite your humble abode being meant for one, your bathtub is big enough to fit two people... for some reason.

the towel you're holding against your chest is not even wrapped all the way around your body. it's just there, like a pathetic attempt at protecting your bare naked self from his eyes.

(a pair of which has already seen all and beyond, everything that is to see about you mapped into his mind like distinguished constellations.)

nonetheless, it takes everything in you to not fall prey to his stare as you step into the warm water, lowering yourself and putting away the towel when you’re confident enough that anything below your shoulders is hidden.

the raven-head sitting across from you pouts, “you’re so far away.”

“you’ll survive,” you bite back, knees pulled to your chest as you shiver at the feel of his legs on either side of your hips.

your ears then start straining for sounds other than the sloshing fragrant water, the both of you sitting comfortably in the silence that falls. warmth creeps up your skin from the heat and steam, and warmer do you get when you glance up to lock eyes with nagumo.

he tilts his head and smiles softly. "come here." he holds a hand out, inviting you closer.

it takes you a second too long to move, but you do it regardless. the space between you decreases as you scoot over to him, pulse quickening and belly fluttering when he gently places his hands on your waist under the water.

chest brushing against his as you settle on his lap, the air around you crackles with something along the lines of a burning tension and longing ache.

your heart drums in your chest, so quick and loud you fear he might've heard it. maybe he could, and maybe that's why he's pulling you closer so that your chest is completely smushed against him, soft and all the more inviting.

the corners of his eyes crinkle at your sharp intake of air, your hands bracing on his broad shoulders to ground yourself.

"nervous?" he murmurs in the shared breath you're sharing, his palms slippery from the bath products moving to splay over the curve of your back.

you huff, avoiding his eyes to stare at the wet inked spiral on his neck, "should i not be? you're here after all."

steam rises, another blanket of stillness falls, and the implication is not lost on him. nagumo pauses as his own heart picks up its pace, breathing out an incredulous laugh before burying his nose into the crook of your neck to hide the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"ahh, you drive me crazy, you know that?" he whines, and your expression shifts, "huh? what are you talking about –"

you feel it then, the unmistakably solid weight twitching and pressing against your thigh. fully aware of it now, you couldn't help but to send a splash of bath water to his chortling face.

"NOT the time, you pervert!"

his face isn’t the only place his blood rushed to apparently

©ryzheling. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else!

[sleepynoons]

nagumo yoichi x gn!reader, sfw, not beta read

cw: slight suggestive content, explicit language

notes: wait if you catch several typos/grammar mistakes, that's not on me, that's on ellipsus for constantly glitching out today and preventing me from making edits. this is a drabble, too, and i don't proofread those oops. anyway, i thought it'd be funny if nagumo also got into a relationship the same way sakamoto and aoi got together. i also think it's hilarious that the npcs in this series don't give a fuck lol. nagumo also comes off as weird af at first LMAO wait this was kinda meant to satisfy my belief that nagumo has a sleeper build iykwim - wait i'm realizing there are several references + tidbits in this piece so it'd be funny if y'all catch anything hehe

"WELCOME!"

greeting customers is arguably the least rewarding thing about your job. most people who walk in ignore you, some even look annoyed, and you hate public speaking in the first place. you think you lose five minutes of your life every single time you raise your voice, and those five minutes have probably accumulated to years by now.

you sigh. it can't be helped. another part-timer recently quit, and you can't possibly let the manager of this convenience store, an elderly man in his 60s, take on additional night shifts when he's already handling the early mornings.

besides, there are some pros. since the store is located near a university and a residential area, there are familiar faces. there's a group of computer science students that often drop by, and they play the occasional harmless prank on you. there's also that mother-daughter pair that buys frozen taiyakis every saturday as a reward for the daughter for finishing her weekly violin lesson. and perhaps the most intriguing of them all is a man that pops by every three days around midnight.

he wears the same tan trench coat, along with a loose patterned button-up and black pants. before winter set in, he always went straight to the freezer to fish out a popsicle, bar already in his mouth as he walked over to pay, but in the past two weeks, he's been opting for a cup of hot coffee and small packets of candy instead.

it seems he's craving sour gummies today. with a swift swipe of your arm, you grab and scan the barcode on the back of the plastic bag, and type in the amount for his drink.

"your total's ¥600."

"no discounts for your most loyal customer?"

startled, you freeze, determined to avoid eye contact. you've had conversations with other customers before, but never with him. he's always left as quickly as he came, so you're caught off-guard by this unexpected interaction.

"u-uh, not this time, sorry. i can ask the manager if we have a loyalty program, if you want."

the man hums as he nods happily and hands you two ¥500 coins. his unbothered smile unnerves you a bit, so you count the difference and return the loose change in personal record time.

but he doesn't leave, and instead, asks, "any thoughts on getting hitched?"

your spit-take's almost comical, but the absurdity of the situation takes precedent. "w-what now?"

"one of my co-workers recently got married to a convenience store worker, so i'd thought i'd give it a try, too!"

you're practically shaking from how anxious and overwhelmed this person's making you feel. it doesn't help that he's clearly not disturbed at all, which almost makes you doubt your own ethics and gut instincts. but, the more you think about it, the more you're sure there's something wrong with this man and not you.

"i-i, uh, well, i'm not interested in-in getting married right now."

"oh, that's a shame! guess i'll try again tomorrow!”

–

you wake up with a jolt, almost knocking the crown of your head into nagumo's chin. though, of course, there's no actual need to worry about that.

"hm, what's wrong?"

with a workbook on bayesian statistics in one hand, a pen resting on his ear, and his other arm folded behind his head, he looks down at you curiously. despite having just woken up, your head's never been clearer, and you sit up between his legs before looking behind your shoulder and shooting a glare at him.

you ask, "can i punch your face?"

nagumo laughs, probably already imagining your futile attempts. "sure! but can i ask why?"

"i dreamt about our first conversation, and it reminded me that you're kinda fucked up."

your boyfriend chuckles more, amused by your moral qualms. "you could say that."

the thought that your relationship is weird has never left you. you're (still) a simple convenience store cashier, and nagumo gets filthy rich by murdering people. you were never that interested in the world around you, having been too busy paying back student loans and applying to other jobs throughout your early adolescent years to care about other things, so when he told you about the JAA and the establishment of the assassin industry as a whole, you were shocked. but that's always as far down into the rabbit hole as you let yourself go.

from this view, with nagumo spread out before you, he doesn't look dangerous at all. if anything, he resembles a nerdy graduate student, thanks to his obvious passions for mathematics and reading. moreover, his short-sleeved t-shirt exposes his tattoo-riddled arms, and the bottom of it has ridden up, giving you a pleasurable view of his hip bones and happy trail. in fact, when the two of you got into bed together for the first time (don't ask how he succeeded in seducing you), you were surprised by his physique. his outside clothes certainly don't do his abs or biceps justice.

anyway, the point is, he looks like your fantasy of a dreamy, hot, geeky boyfriend, not your local professional hitman-for-hire.

you sigh. you're not going to punch his stupidly attractive face. you lie back down onto his chest, burrowing your nose into the crook of his neck. you do let yourself get away with a pinch to his cheek.

then, you mutter, "don't hurt me."

"i won't," he chirps.

nagumo presses the knuckles of his free hand into the knots around your shoulder blades and flips his book back open.

he knows you mean more than in the literal sense.

[m0reighn4]

Hey, I saw that your requests are open! I was wondering if I could request a fic where the reader pranks Shin, Nagumo, Natsuki Seba, Gaku, Uzuki, and Shishiba by moaning someone else’s name during an intimate moment to see how they react, but of course, it backfires and things go hilariously wrong. How does each of them react to the prank? 😊

Shin

He has you pressed into the mattress, a hand locked in yours with his face buried in your neck. It's slow, passionate and tender — a clear reflection of his love and devotion. Shin doesn't like to read your mind during intimate acts. You've figured out that much— and he even admitted it himself— so this is the only way it could possibly work.

So when your voice hits his ear, hot and heavy against his ear, he is already prepared to sink even deeper into you. Then, he actually hears you.

He stops. Mid-thrust, balls-deep inside you and pulls his face from your neck. His eyes meet yours with a mixture of hurt and surprise. For a short while, he doesn't say anything.

"Who..." he can't even bring himself to finish the sentence. And while you're staring right back at him, trying not to crack up, he decides to break his one rule. He reads your mind...

And he is not impressed when he finds out. His hurtful expression pulls into a frown— very close to a pout. "Haha. Very funny, [Y/n]." He pulls out of you and stands up while you finally burst out laughing.

Safe to say, you don't continue. He simply can't find it in himself. True to himself, he does take care of you before taking care of himself. Never during any of it, does he look even the slightest bit amused.

That night is quiet. For the first time in ages, he sleeps with his back turned to you. Even though he knows it was a prank, he can't bring himself to calm down. It rattles in his mind more than he'd ever care to admit. But he pretends to be okay.

(He's not. He's sulking. Please reassure him that he's the only one!)

Nagumo Yoichi

For Nagumo, you've actually gotta put in more work to fool him. He's a prank master, so you have to pull out some top tier acting to pull it off.

So after one of Nagumo's lengthy work trips, he takes you out for dinner. One thing leads to another and now you're in his lap, making out and lazily grinding on him. And as a heavy whisper, he hears you, clear as day.

But with the way he continues like nothing is wrong, you wouldn't think he heard it! All he does is lift you by the thighs and place you on the couch. His lips are on your neck, attacking your skin in his usual, playful manner.

"Good. Now, I don't feel bad about the girl from the mission!" he chirps, sounding just as carefree as usual. Now, you feel shocked. Your hands are now on his shoulders, pushing him back.

"Yoichi, what?" you spit out, not even knowing how to feel. He simply offers you a boyish grin, "I hooked up with a chick on my mission. Didnt know how to tell you. But since you've got [H/n], I don't see the issue!"

Your jaw falls open. You don't don't know where to begin! The fact that he admitted it? And so openly at that?! Who? How?

"It was only a harmless prank!" you gape, staring at him. And then, he laughs— full on, from the soul. "I know! Mine is too! Just wanted to see your face!"

"You're fucking serious."

"On my soul, honey-pie."

With a heavy sigh, you bury your face into your hands, all while Nagumo has a field day with your dissatisfaction as how the tables were turned against you.

(You still get it on. Both because he missed you and because he's not letting go of an opportunity to tap that.)

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki has you on his desk, in his workshop, legs spread with him between them as he hastily presses his lips to yours. His hands are firm on your waist as the only sound the room the otherwise empty room is the smacking of lips.

Right when the heat begins to reach its peak, he heard it. It takes him a hot second to even catch it. But when he does, he just pauses and pulls away, staring at you with a blank expression. Despite that, there's an unknown emotion in his eyes.

"What?" That's all he can manage. He manages a few puzzled blinks. "[Y/n], who...?" If anything, he's not sure whether to be more confused or upset. Just seeing his puzzled expression, you can't help but crack a smile— which soon turns into a fit of giggles.

"Huh?" Is all he can manage. Through your laughter, you barely manage an explanation. And when it hits him, Natsuki pouts, pulling away from you to go back to work.

"'Suki, wait!" you call out, reaching a hand to him as you hold your stomach. He straight up ignores you, going back to work.

(It literally takes him about a day before he can even look at you. And all he does is pull you into a hug. No words. Nothing.)

Gaku

It all started with an off day. The two of you were meant to be taking a break from work and simply enjoying each other. Then, things trip and now you're straddling his lap. His wrapped hand slides down your side to the hem of his shirt, slipping beneath it to find the edge of your panties. And you saw your opportunity.

With a soft gasp, you breathe out the name. Gaku pauses, staring up at you with a blank expression. No words are passed between you two. But it's as they always say, 'Actions speak louder than words!' Without even a word, he simply slips a finger inside you, causing you to gasp.

He's quick to begin thrusting his fingers in and out in quick succession. That day and night, he's brutal. He's somehow even rougher than usual, fucking every last thought out of your head until all that rattles up in the there is him.

By the end of it, you're boneless on the bed, head empty. You've already forgotten what got you caught here and Gaku is more than pleased with that! Pressing a soft kiss to your temple, he murmurs, "See, you don't need anyone else."

This definitely gave him a heart attack of sorts. But it's fine! If you even begin to look elsewhere for pleasure, love or comfort, he simply has to bring your attention back to where you can find it.

(And we're gonna ignore how you figured out the cheat code for a good fuck with Gaku♡)

Uzuki Ken

It all starts when he quietly slips into the front door, returning from work. His footsteps are light as the find you in the kitchen, making dinner. Before he can even think about it, his arms are already snaked around your waist and his face is buried in your neck. With a heavy sigh, you can feel the tension being released from his body.

It's silent for a while. That's the case before Uzuki tightens his hold on you before slowly pressing soft kisses along the column of your neck. His lips are soft, gentle and bring even softer giggles from between your lips. However, being the manage you are, you won't let this peace last long... Between 2 of them, he picks up on something unfamiliar.

He pauses. "[Y/n]? Did you say something?" he speaks, voice low, but carrying a certain weight to it. His finger lightly dig into your hips. Not even to hurt, but definitely enough for you to tell the difference. The air thickens, not with the kind of tension that gets you excited, but the the kind that makes your hair stand on end.

"Nope!" you squeak, going back to stirring the pot. Uzuki simply hums, nuzzling his face into your neck again. The rest of the evening is quiet, just as he needs it. Does that mean that he'd forgotten? Of course not! But does that mean that he won't have the issue quickly resolved? Also no!

(He's definitely keeps a closer eye on you from then onwards. He can't have you escaping him, can he?)

Shishiba

Slow, but straight to the point. You're being guided into your shared bedroom as his lips are felt everywhere. Your lips, your face, jaw and neck. And then, you do it— a low whisper that you knew her pick up.

Shishiba stiffens, his eyes snapping to meet yours. Thinly veiled anger radiates from him. What bothers him instead the fact that you'd said the name of another man— though it is an issue of its own— it's that you said the exact way you'd usually say his name. The loved-filled, airy whisper that makes his heart throb. So hearing that tone— his tone— used for the sake of someone sets him off.

He immediately grabs your shoulders and stares straight at you. "[Y/n], who is [H/n]?" he questions.

"Nobody important," you chirp, not being able to meet his eyes— not when he's staring at you with such intensity. He releases your arms and sighs. Even though he looks calm, there's this underlying rage that forces you to blurt out.

"It's a prank! Just a prank!"

A pause. A long one...

And then all the tension releases from his body. "Good. Almost did something drastic there," he huffs out, running a hand through his hair.

"'Shiba, what were you about to do?" you question, eyes going wide. He only presses a kiss to your forehead and grins, "Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

(There is no way in hell that he was going to tell you that he was fully prepared to track down this alleged [H/n] and... dispose of him...)

a/n: Honestly, this is such a silly request. I low-key struggled a little, but it was fun! It's been been while since I've made any posts like this, so it was a fun little break from my usual lengthy fic posts. :3

Uzuki's actually killed me. I didn't even know where to begin!😭😭😭😭😨 Can you tell who the favourite is? I'll give you one chance! :3

Tell me why this was so hard for me though? Like, I actually had to go relearn their character traits?

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