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#sachiro x you
eightonenine · 3 days
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peripera ; hirugami s. x f!reader
synopsis: smooth sachirou strikes again genre/warnings: fluff, sfw, established relationship, college au, reader and sachirou call each other names (lovingly) wc: < 1k a/n: idk what this is heh
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“Stop staring.”
Hirugami’s teasing voice startles you out of your trance and in a futile attempt to cover your tracks, you noisily flip to the next page in your textbook, resting your chin on your knuckles like you were deep in thought about… the condensation reaction. 
“Wasn't staring.” He didn’t even look at you, how did he know?
He smirks, his eyes still on his laptop, fingers typing out his physiology lab report. “I know I'm pretty.”
And he is. You’d rather spend this study date studying him than for your upcoming organic chemistry midterm. From where you are on his bed, you have a perfect view of his side profile highlighted in all the right ways by the daylight spilling in through the window next to him, making him look even dreamier than he already is.
But pretty as he is, it’s not why you’ve been staring. 
You prop yourself up a little higher on your elbows, still laying on your stomach. “Am I pretty?” you ask sweetly, kicking your feet behind you.
“You're always the prettiest,” he says, again, without looking in your direction.
Despite how your cheeks flush, this isn't the response you want from him. “Then why aren't you staring at me?”
With one last tap on his keyboard, he pushes off his desk and rolls himself over to you on his desk chair, spinning around to face you. “Are you asking for a staring contest?”
“No,” you stammer, but he leans in close anyway with a wide silly grin. His nose almost touches yours but you will yourself not to back away, partly to indulge him but also so he can really look at you. At this proximity, there's no way he can't not notice —
“You blinked!” He sits back, throwing his hands in the air in celebration, waving to an invisible audience while you have to resist throwing your hands up in disbelief. “Rematch?”
“No!” you pout and he laughs at your poor sportsmanship. “Get back to work, doofus.”
He scoffs, taking a look at his watch before he raises his arms again, this time in a stretch towards the ceiling. “I think it's time for a break,” he announces, standing from his chair. “May I interest you in a snack as a consolation prize?”
You give him an unamused look before pushing yourself off your stomach to sit on his bed. “Fine.” 
“Strawberries or raspberries?”
You shrug. “Winner’s choice.”
Tapping his chin, he hums, dragging the noise on for too long considering the level of significance of the decision you're asking him to make. “I don't know. But how about…”
He trails off and you don't get to ask him to continue his train of thought because his lips are suddenly on yours for a quick kiss. Then a second. Then a third. 
“What —”
You squeak when he interrupts you with another kiss, this time slow, patient and earnest as he gently lays you onto his bed beneath him. Part of you wants to ask what's gotten into him, but the rest of you is happy to oblige; surprise displays of affection are always welcome. 
With a giggle, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer and he responds with a pleased noise, cupping your cheek tenderly as he continues kissing you. But before you can deepen the kiss, he pulls away quickly with a gasp. 
“Strawberries.”
A little dazed, you blink up at him. “What?”
He smirks before ducking down to give you a peck on the cheek. “I'll go get our snacks.”
Your hands fall away from him as he stands. “Sachirou!” you whine, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed to sit up. You're not even sure what you want to complain about — the abrupt end to your unexpected make-out session or the fact that he still hasn’t said anything about your new —
Strawberries.
The realization must be plain on your face by the way he licks his lips and smiles knowingly. “I’ll be back.” 
You aren't able to give him more of a response than a shallow nod before he saunters out to the kitchen. It doesn't take long for the initial shock to wear off, being replaced by delight at the fact that he did notice.
From the pocket of your hoodie, you fish out the little tube of lip tint and apply a fresh coat of strawberry nude, rubbing your lips together and smacking them with a satisfying pop, just in time for his return with a bowl of strawberries and three yogurt drinks in hand.
“That colour looks nice on you, by the way,” he winks, handing you one of the yogurt drinks. It's cool in your hands in contrast to the blooming warmth in your cheeks. 
You clear your throat to steady your voice. “So you noticed.”
“Of course.” He settles at his desk and unfolds a spare chair, beckoning you to join him. “How could I not when you look extra pretty today?”
You smooth out your hoodie as you stand, trying to hide how flustered you look. “You weren't staring at me though.”
“Cuz, silly,” he clicks his tongue, “that would get me in trouble. I'd forget that I have this paper to write.”
“You could have at least said something,” you mumble half-heartedly, realizing how unfair your reply is after you hear yourself; after all, he did tell you, in a better way than with words.
And he knows he did well. “Get over here,” he smiles. “Eat your strawberries, loser.” 
You comply with an eye roll but instead of sitting in the empty chair, you plop onto his lap. And before he can react, you throw your arms around him and silence him with a kiss. Then a second one. And a third.
His eyes open slowly as you pull away with a hum, smiling as you appraise your work. 
“Stop staring,” he breathes.
“Can’t,” you grin. “This colour looks good on you too.”
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lunamochii · 1 month
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sachiro.hirugami x f!reader
cw; make out session,
"Oh c'mon! We already paid plus we'll go by groups!"
You refuse to let go on grabbing a tight hold on the railings of your school while your friends are doing the best they can, to get you off
"I rather jump down than go inside!"
It's your school's festival and your annoying friends manage to trick you on accompanying them to the second floor, where the class activities are happening. Your class decided to do a photobooth for the activity, not that much people are visiting so your class was place at the third floor.
The class that chose to do activities that got a lot of people visiting were place on second floor. For examples, cafe theme, horror booth and many more.
"You guys know I'm bad at any horror related!"
"We'll go hand in hand!"
"Nah-uh! You guys also said that last year but I was left inside."
Well, it was more likely of you running away from them since you got so scared that you let go of their hand.
"Hey guys! We all can hear you downstairs, what's up?"
"Umi-kun!"
Your friends let go of you and you sigh in relief and fixes your uniform.
"Honeybunch!"
You mentally gag and glared at your boyfriend, Sachiro, he knows how much you hate being called that but he loves to see your annoyed face.
"Oh hello sugarplum."
You smirk seeing his twisted look, if he knows what to tease you. You also know how to tease him back, two can play that game.
"Hirugami-san can you please, please, please drag your beautiful girlfriend inside the horror booth? We don't wanna waste our money y'know!"
"Hmmm horror booth huh.."
Sachiro looks at your way and you gulp seeing that nasty smirk he has on his face, before you can even run away he already have a tight grip on your hands and drag you. Hell, you can't even get yourself free from him.
"You can pay right after you get out!"
You heard the student who's assign on the entrance then you saw your friends laughing along with Korai and Gao, you wish they'll slip on to something once they are inside.
The inside is reaaaaally cold if you must say plus it's pitch black on the entrance, there's a faint light of red, green and blue. Plus, the eerie sounds they are playing. You found yourself sticking to your boyfriend's body like a leech.
"It's okay baby, I'm here."
If he said that in a normal setting where his just reading one of your mangas on your room then maybe, maybe you'll be feeling butterflies from your stomach.
"Walk faster, Hiro!"
"I am? Relax, I-"
You froze when you felt something cold touch your feet, you slowly look down and your eyes met with a bloodshot eyes and a gaping mouth of a 'ghost'
"AAAAAAHAUWOOWSNSHSUSBS!"
You scream and push him away as you ran off. Sachiro was left there standing dumbfounded, he look down and saw what scared his girlfriend and smiled. He even crouch down and pat them on the head before running after you. He couldn't care less to the people who pops out from the sides.
When he got out, he paid for his own fee and tried to look for you but you are no way in sight. Soon after Korai, Gao and together with your friends came out looking all spook out but they are only laughing.
"Guys! Did you see her inside?" Sachiro ask
"No? I thought you guys were together?"
Korai said and Sachiro felt nervous as much he wants to tease you, the thought of you crying alone makes him feel bad.
"Can I go back in? My girlfriend hasn't come out yet."
The shopkeeper nodded but just when he was about to enter, he bump into someone. Sachiro was about to say sorry when the person he bump into hug him.
"Don't leave me..."
It was you. His girlfriend, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Kissing the crown of your head, he can feel the trembling of your body and he just hugs you tighter.
"Hey hey it's okay.."
He guided you on the side and wipe your cheeks with your tears, you pouted and cried more making Sachiro chuckle and kiss on the cheeks.
"Bubs u okay? We're sorry..."
Your friends approach you and you just nodded. When you ran off, you were fast to find the exit but someone appeared making you turn to your right and you ended up getting lost. It was like a maze inside.
"Is fine.. but don't you ever, EVER drag me there again."
You huff and cross your arms, your friends chuckles and promise they won't do it again.
"Guys we'll go on a date. See ya!"
Sachiro held your hand and drag you away from the group, he didn't even let you say your goodbyes to them.
"Hey! This is your second time dragging me away."
"Sorry"
He didn't look back at you but his hand squeeze yours and you just let him be, you found yourself standing inside a empty room. You were about to ask him what is going on, he hug you, tight.
"Can I kiss you? I'm dying to kiss you."
"What? You drag me all the way here for that?"
He pulled away but his hands are still on your waist, his light brown eyes staring right at you.
"F-Fine.. I mean, okay. You can ki- mmff!"
Your back being press against the wall while his hands travels up and down, his tongue licking at your lips begging for an entrance. The moment you part your lips, he lets out a moan that made your legs wobble.
Normally, Sachiro doesn't act this way, his usually on his tame side everyday. You just don't know on why he is aggressive today.
"Sorry.. it's just you were so cute when you were crying.."
He said when he pulled away for a bit and before you can even answer him, his kissing you again. Your moans and his mixes together, your fingers tangling on his hair, pressing your body towards him.
"Wait- fuck.."
He pulled away and finally, you got a chance to breathe. He went to the nearest table and sat on it, his legs spread out. He held his hand towards you which you gladly took and now you're trap between his legs and resume your make-out session.
Sachiro admitted later that maybe, maybe not he got turn on seeing you on that vulnerable state and how cute you were crying. You told him that you'd rather hide when you cry than to face his less tame side.
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bonus part.☆
"Wanna go in?"
You immediately shook your head and tried to drag away your husband, away from the horror booth you guys stumbled upon inside the mall
"Sugarplum please! You wouldn't want your honeybunch to suffer right?"
His brow twitches on the choice of endearment you use, you swear to god that you saw how his lips form into a nasty smirk. Intertwining his fingers to yours, he successfully drag you inside the booth.
Needless to say, you got fuck dumb by him later at night. Is what you get for pissing him off by using those cringey words and crying when you guys got out from the booth.
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ohtokki · 1 year
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let sleeping dog treats lie
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pairing: hirugami sachiro x gn!reader
synopsis: sachiro's sweet tooth and wandering hands get the best of him when he finds homemade cookies in the break room.
genre: fluff
wc: 1.1k
notes: this happened to me a few years ago and my old coworkers still clown me about it. dedicated to my darling nana!​
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on slow days at the vet clinic, hirugami sachiro enjoys the solitude of his lunch break. 
he seats himself at one of the circular tables in the break room, gently lifting the chair to avoid the harsh scrape against the linoleum floors. 
his empty bento box is set aside as he props his phone along the worn spine of his exam prep book, tongue peeking out in concentration. the motion catches the faint hint of saltiness from the shumai he had for lunch. 
leaning forward, he adjusts his headphones before highlights from last night's game between the adlers and the jackals flicker onto his screen. 
yesterday hoshiumi practically begged him on the phone, still basking in the post-game adrenaline, to watch his game-winning line shot. with a resigned sigh, he can't help but oblige his best friend. he'd never hear the end of it if he didn't at least watch the timestamp at exactly, and he quotes, 16:04 in 1080p. 
aside from muted cheering and the announcer's voice coming from his headphones, it's mostly quiet in the break room. ambient sounds of the fridges hum along the wall behind him and he can hear snippets of conversation coming from the reception desk.
as his lunch break winds down, hirugami decides to make some coffee to help him stave off the post-lunch sleepiness. 
while he waits for his coffee, smelling a hint of hazelnut, he notices a clear container in the middle of the table. it's filled to the brim with simple homemade cookies shaped like trees and snowmen. 
there's no note written anywhere on the container, but someone must have brought them in to share, right?
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hirugami has a penchant for sweets and thinks that a cookie would go perfectly with his coffee. 
generally, he's conscious of his diet, having played volleyball in high school and the occasional intramural game in college, to stay in good shape. but he couldn't help but indulge himself once he got into vet school. 
all those late nights studying and long hours working as a vet tech in his clinical rotations took a toll and now he's on a see food diet. if he sees food, he eats it and today he thinks he deserves a sweet treat.  
so he plucks a tree-shaped one out of the tupperware container. it's light brown and he brings it to his nose, sniffing lightly, wondering if it's a sugar cookie or something more seasonal like a ginger snap.
he takes a small bite. 
CRACK. 
hirugami lets out a choked sound and brings a hand to his mouth in surprise. this cookie is hard like rock-solid put a chip in your tooth hard.  
he brings his fingers to his mouth, swiping along the bottom of his front teeth, nearly certain that he's chipped one of them from how loud the crunch was. 
the small cookie is still in his mouth, barely dissolving, but he is not impressed. 
he doesn't have the heart to spit the cookie out so he chews quickly and reaches for his fresh cup of coffee to wash the offending taste out of his mouth. 
not only was the cookie hard, but dry with no discernible taste other than cardboard-like. he grimaces as he reaches for the stack of paper towels to wrap the rest of the cookie discreetly.  
who baked these? 
he can't quite get the stale, cardboard taste out of his mouth as he walks back into the clinic. 
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"did you have a nice lunch?" you swivel around in your chair as he rounds the corner to the front of the clinic. he makes a noncommittal sound as he leans against the counter. 
"it was nice of sato-san to bring in her homemade dog treats," you rummage through the drawers for a moment, missing the look of horror dawning on hirugami's face. "let me find a doggy bag so we can take some home for our pup!"
oh. 
he grimaces at your word choice. 
oh. 
he's made a horrible mistake. 
is this a nightmare? because he's ready to wake up in the comfort of his own bed now. hirugami wants to pinch himself, but he focuses on gripping the edge of the counter with his hands to ground himself instead. it's better if he keeps his mouth shut. 
who puts unmarked dog treats in a human break room? he wants to ask, to demand answers, but that would give him away. his coworkers would be none the wiser, but you? you know him too well. 
"sachiro...?" 
you stop digging through the drawers to look up at his uncharacteristic silence. but the realization dawns on you when you look at his face putting two and two together. 
you swallow thickly as you think of the number of times you've had to wrangle sweets away from hirugami. just one more, he would beg ever so sweetly. he knew you were weak to those damn puppy dog eyes. 
"sachiro," you say slowly. "please tell me you didn't eat one of the dog treats."
he won't look at you. you suddenly feel like you're scolding your pup at home when they're being naughty and getting into something they're not supposed to. 
"sachiro." you repeat flatly, a warning. 
he scratches his cheek. "uh, i definitely didn't eat a dog treat from the unmarked container in the break room." he admits but the guilty look on his face says enough. 
you can’t help but give him a sympathetic smile. he wouldn't have known about the yearly tradition because he started his rotation at the clinic a few months ago. 
you didn't think to warn him because they... well, they were dog treats. that seemed self-explanatory enough but didn't you know he'd actually go for it. you try to stifle a laugh. poor sachiro and his weakness to sweets. 
you glance around the empty clinic for a moment before pushing back from the desk. pressing a chaste kiss to his head, you drop your voice to a whisper and say, "i heard the vet ate one too. you're not the only one." he can hear the laughter barely contained in your voice. "so don't look so glum!"
hirugami tosses his head back with a whine, "it's not funny! that cookie was so gross." 
"it's kind of funny, sachiro." you say with a wry smile, moving your hands to rest over his. 
"maybe that'll teach you to keep your grubby hands out of the sweets container for a while, mister." you tease, making a mental note to bake him some regular human cookies tonight. 
at the end of the day, he begrudgingly agrees to grab some dog treats before the two of you head home. as he watches you gently shake the treats into the plastic bag, he finally notices them. 
there are bone-shaped cookies in the container. 
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noosayog · 1 year
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[7:28 AM] Hirugami Sachiro - you're not prepared for a puppy. your vet convinces you otherwise.
wc: 900
warmings/content: fluff
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You thought you knew what you were getting into when you adopted a puppy and you knew puppies were a lot of work. But this is beyond your imagination. 
You didn’t know that puppies have to pee every 2 hours. This means you wake up at 1 AM, 3 AM, 5 AM, and 7 AM throughout the night. And half the time, your puppy is too cold, too scared, or too anxious to pee outside, so you stand outside in the wee hours of the morning, waiting on your puppy to pee, only to give up 15 minutes later. With what seems like spiteful intentions, she pees instantly upon setting paws on your hardwood floors.
You didn’t know they are too excited to sleep. With some help from the internet, you read that puppies are supposed to sleep at least 18 hours a day. Not yours. Breathe a bit too loud, and she is instantly up and zooming to your side in hopes of some excitement. 
You didn’t know that they only know how to play by biting. Her little puppy teeth are sharp and have already punctured every corner of your couch and chewed off bits of paint on every chair and table leg. She has even chewed through the stitches of her stuffie and would try to swallow its poor cotton guts. 
Lastly, you didn’t know they needed to see the vet so often. So here you are sitting in the vet’s office at 7 AM, smelling of half-digested puppy food- 
Oh, that? On the drive here, your puppy threw up on you, your passenger seat, and all over the center console. You also didn’t know that puppies apparently get carsick, so add that to your list. 
So again, here you are, sitting in the waiting room of the clinic, smelling of half-digested puppy food, and dark circles worse than finals week of undergrad. You’re stressed and exhausted. So much so that you admit you had spent the hours of 5 AM and 6 AM reading up on how to return an adopted puppy. 
The door of the waiting room opens and a man in blue scrubs calls out your puppy’s name. You stand up and follow him into an examination room, puppy wiggling in your arms. 
“Good morning! I’m Hirugami Sachiro and I’ll be checking up on your pet today. How are you?” the vet introduces. 
“Honestly, I’m terrible. Thanks for asking.” 
He nods knowingly and offers to take your puppy. He handles her easily, despite her squirming in excitement at the prospect of some attention. “First time dog owner?” 
You nod, too ashamed to admit that you were not prepared for the responsibility of owning a dog. 
He looks up from your puppy, and gives you a gentle, knowing smile. “It’ll get better, I promise. I’m sure you’re a wonderful pet parent.” 
Suddenly, you’re bursting into tears. You bring the paws of your hoodie up to rub at your eyes. “I’m just not confident that I can take good care of her. She’s so sweet and cute but she doesn’t seem happy with me and I’m just so stressed and I haven’t slept for more than 2 hours at a time in the past 3 days,” you wail. 
With your puppy in his arms, he sits in the chair next to yours. “For sleep, try not to stress about her too much. Dogs adapt well to schedules and if you leave her in her crate to sleep for the night, she’ll get used to it much sooner than you would think. And well, for her happiness, I promise you that your puppy is happy and loves you.” He holds your puppy up by her front paws and gives you a little wave with the left paw. “This is definitely the look of a happy pup, expert’s opinion.” 
Your puppy gives a little yip, like she’s in agreement. 
You let out a choked giggle at the silly sight and sweet gesture. “Thank you, it’s just been so rough and I’ve never done this before.” 
“A lot of first time dog owners deal with puppy blues. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing great.” 
A bit calmer now, you begin to feel embarrassed. “Sorry for venting and melting down in front of you. You were just trying to do your job and you had to be my therapist too.” 
He laughs and sends your puppy off with a healthy diagnosis and a treat, and you with a lighter heart. 
Two months and five vet visits later, you’ve built a manageable lifestyle around your puppy and developed a steady friendship with Hirugami. On your pup’s most recent visit, Hirugami gives her her final rounds of vaccinations. To you, Hirugami gives the sweetest smile and the gentlest pat on the shoulders like he’s proud of you. Casual touches have been more frequent in your visits; they come in the form of patting your head when you’ve shared a puppy milestone, brushing your fingers when he plucks your puppy from your arms, and shoulder-to-shoulder bumping when he leans in to explain information pamphlets. You ignore the erratic beating of your heart, rationalizing that he probably treats all his patient’s owners with this level of care. 
On your way out, you hear Hirugami shout your name and you turn around to see him jogging after you. 
“I was thinking. Now that your dog has all her shots, would you like to go on a walk with me and my dog? So she can socialize with other dogs?” 
Your heart is beating quickly again but you do your best to stamp down your hopes. He’s just being polite. He treats all his clients this way. He’s just a nice person by nature. 
He grins like he knows what you’re thinking. “I’m asking you on a date, by the way.” 
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beekyuu · 2 years
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SHIRABU,suna,SAKUSA,ushijima, KYOUTANI,osamu,HIRUGAMI
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armin-ocean-eyes · 1 year
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Lady and the Tramp
A Hirugami Sachiro drabble
Not proofread
Pronouns used - she/her
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Hirugami's pov
Everyday once I get back from my classes I walk my dog. We follow the same path ever walk and a couple blocks down we pass a house with a wonderful garden in the front and a nice fence around it. What makes this house really special is that my dog has to stop by it everyday. Everyday when we walk past the house, a beautiful cocker spaniel is out in the yard relaxing. And everyday my mutt, and I say that affectionately stops by, pokes his snout through the fence and gives her a kiss.
Who would have thought by dog would get a girlfriend before me.
The cocker spaniel is very pretty. Very well cared for and groomed. Wearing a pretty pink collar. Sometimes we would see her wearing a cute jacket made for dogs or little boots made for dogs. For someone studying to be a veterinarian my dog looked very shabby compared to whoever owns the pretty cocker spaniel. Obviously my dog is very well cared for. But he looks like I don't give him baths ever week, which I do! He has also gotten all the collars I ever got him muddy and torn from playing.
As we walked the same path we always walked, I prepared to make the stop at the house for my dog to see his girlfriend. As we approach the house I notice something new.
The owner of the cocker spaniel is outside this time with the dog. She's wearing a pretty sun dress while working on her garden. And she looked familiar?
Before I could stop, my dog pulled me towards the fence to see his girlfriend. I was too distracted to try and stop him. The cocker spaniel came trotted over to my dog and gave him a kiss through the fence. That's when the owner finally noticed.
"Oh hello"
"Uh hi, sorry we didn't mean to disturb you. But uh everytime I walk my dog he has to say hi to yours while walking pass your house. I think she's his girlfriend haha"
"Really! How adorable! Oh I wished I notice sooner. Hey! You look familiar, oh I know! we're in some of the same classes as each other!"
"Yeah! yeah we are" that's why she looks so familiar. I been meaning to say 'hi' to her in class, I never got the time. I quickly took out a ripped and torn piece of paper I had in my wallet and wrote down my number. "Here call me or text me sometime, you know to set up a playdate for our dogs. Plus we're in some of the same clases, it can't hurt to get to know each other"
The girl smiled brightly
"That's such a great idea! And I would love to get to know you better too!"
As I walked off we waved bye to each other. Before I got too far I heard her shout as she was leaning over the fence
"By the way, my name is (Y/n)!"
(Y/n) what a pretty name.
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ushisrever · 2 years
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Fur Parent
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Pair: Hirugami Sachiro x gn!reader
Genre: Fluff, Comfort
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: When a fur parent needs a new veterinarian for their new puppies.
A/n: It’s been so long since I ever wrote something :((. I’ve been so busy with academics.  It’s only now that I managed to comfortably write without worrying about any upcoming deadlines. Though, I’m not even sure if this is anything good. It just kinda looks plain, but then recently I’ve been missing the idea of taking care of puppies, so here I am putting a little self-indulgent. This is for @justanawolf and @ara-mitsue​ men in uniform collab. 
Taglist: @sunarent @sunarinnie @moontxz @crystal-lilac @bakugossanity @amarinthe @kenmakozumeswifey 
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"...this is just ridiculous," your friend, Daichi, said with a little chuckle at the end.  Well, it truly is just ridiculous in many ways.  Though, this is a funny situation that a part of you wouldn't mind.  
Well, who wouldn't exactly mind this when in a week your house brightens up with four puppies.  Different breeds at that.
"How did this happen again?" Daichi said as he carried the adorable 3 months old pembroke corgi.  
"Uhh…well…honestly…I have no idea.  All I know is that I was at a work party three weeks ago with my film crew.  Then, it happens to be that weirdo ex-friend is there.  He tried to talk to me and all that, but I ignored him.  Then, for this whole week, he sent me these puppies in my office," you said.  Well, that's mostly it.  It's basically your ex-friend asking for forgiveness to something you can never ever forget at all.  Though, it happens to be that this person is crazy rich and he can easily buy you a puppy.  
"Did you talk to him about this?" Daichi asked
"I did, but he wouldn't take the puppies back and I also don't trust him in taking care of them.  I..also feel bad bringing them back to where they came from.  I mean..look at them," you and your friend look at the playpen where a three months old pembroke corgi, a two months old choco shih tzu, and a three months old black and tan dachshund, and a three months old Akita (you got for yourself a month ago) are sleeping comfortably.  
"I get that.  Though, will you be able to take care of them?" He asked
"Of course.  I've had a dog as a pet since I was a kid.  I know how this works.  Besides, I don't have any film projects as of the moment," you explained.  He simply nods.
"Well, if you need some kind of help, I can help you with it.  I just can't keep them as a pet," he said, to which then you nod m as a reply.  
"Well, good thing I have Haru to help me with this," you chuckled as you pet your two years old Golden Retriever you got two years ago.  
"I'm assuming you need to bring them to the vet," Daichi sighs.
"Yeah.  I'll just take them to where I usually take Haru," you smiled.  This sure is an unexpected turn of events in your life, but you believe it'll be something different.
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"Do I have more clients coming today?" Hirugami asked at the front desk of the vet clinic.
"Um…none.  Are you out for lunch?" His co-worker by the front desk asked.  
"Yeah, but I'll be going back to my apartment to get something.  Just ring me up if I'm needed," he said.  His co-worker simply nods her head before Hirugami takes his leave.
It doesn't take long before he arrives in his apartment.  It's only a few blocks away from the clinic he works in.  It's only been two months since he moved into a new apartment.  Some kind of like a new apartment, new me kind of thing. So far, he's doing good in the new neighborhood.  Too good to the point that he's beginning to feel rather bored.  His friends have been too busy for him to be able to hang out with, so he's stuck with focusing on work and any possible hobby he could think of.  
He arrives in his apartment seeing that his apartment door is slightly open.  He immediately enters his apartment to find no unusual things around.  Probably he just forgot the door.  At that, he goes to his kitchen to get a quick lunch to microwave.  
It doesn't take long before he hears some sniffing on his feet.  He looks down and finds his six years old Siberian husky.
"Hello, Napoleon.  We'll go on a walk la-" he stops midway when he finds a two months old choco shih tzu ks sniffing around the kitchen.
"Ho-how did this little guy get here?" He asked himself as he picked the puppy up.  He looks back at his dog.  He then walks out of his apartment looking in both hallways to see if someone is possibly looking for a puppy.  Though, Napoleon -his dog- slips past the door and walks down two doors down the hallways and stands in front of a door.  
Hirugami, out of instinct, walks to where his dog is.  Just in time, the door immediately opens and stands you in front of them with a pale look.  You are also taken by surprise to see him in front of you.  Though, as you look down to find your puppy you are immediately showered with relief.
"Thank goodness," you said, almost crying at the idea of losing your puppy.
"Is this your puppy?" Hirugami asked.
"Yes," your voice cracked. Hirugami gives you the puppy.  He then watches you look at your puppy straight in the eye and talk to your puppy like a parent lightly scolding her kid.  He's seen many pet owners who talk to their pets like they can talk (he does it sometimes too), but this is the only time he finds himself feeling a little faster heartbeat against his chest.  You're cute. He thought.
"Thank you so much.  You have no idea how much I almost cried," you said as you looked at him.  He is cut off from his trance.
"No problem.  Good thing I left my door open.  He must have found my dog inside and followed in instead of going somewhere else," he shyly smiled.
"Glad you did," you mirror his expression. "I'm Y/n, by the way," you stretch your hand for a handshake.
"Hirugami Sachiro," he shakes your hand. For a moment, he felt a little tingling electricity the moment he held your hand.
You then look down on the Siberian Husky sniffing on your shoes. "You have such a handsome husky," you let the dog sniff your hand.  
"His name is Napoleon," he said.
"Napoleon.  I love it," you pat his dog's head.
For a moment, Hirugami looks over your shoulder and finds a playpen of puppies. "Are you babysitting puppies or-?"
"Oh…um…they're all mine.  It's a long story why I ended up with five puppies," you chuckled.  Hirugami nods.
"Anyway, um…I really appreciate you bringing back my puppy.  I am kind of in a rush since I need to bring them to another veterinary clinic.  The one I go to is closed," you said as you looked at your watch.  
"Are you taking all of them?" He asked.
"Yeah.  I'm actually still figuring out how to go about bringing all of them,"  you chuckled awkwardly.  Hirugami for a moment contemplates on what to say next.  He is sure that a part of him kind of just wants to take you out for coffee, but it seems it's not yet a good time.  Though…unless-
"I'm a veterinarian in the vet in a clinic two blocks down.  I was just about to go back to the clinic.  If you want, I can help you carry them," he said.  He doesn't know if you notice the little blush on his cheeks.  He's just being a kind neighbour.  
"Oh, that explains the scrub uniform," you said with a smile.  You hear Haru bark and dashes to smell Hirugami's dog.
"Uh…yeah," he rubs the back of his head.
"That is a really good offer and I would really take it, but…I have five puppies to bring," you replied.
"Oh…um…well, I have an idea," he smiled.
After fifteen minutes of preparing, you and Hirugami are on the sidewalk with you pushing a stroller with five puppies inside.  You two walk side by side down the two blocks to the clinic.
"I never thought that I would find pet strollers useful," you said with a laugh. "Thank you," you turn to look at him.  He smiles with a blush.
You two eventually engage in a conversation throughout the walk to the clinic.  As the two of you arrive in the clinic, he starts his work.  He records their weight, and checks their booklets to see what vaccines the puppies already got.  Though, the two of you seem to just talk to each other as he does a check up on each of the puppies.  It’s odd for you that you manage to just engage in a very comfortable conversation with a person you just met.  Well, either way, you are liking the company.
It doesn’t take long before all your puppies are finished with their check ups.  
“Oh, I forgot to ask for their names,” he said as he wrote down on the puppy booklet of each of the dogs.
“Oh, right…names,” the whole week has been quite something for you especially with the new puppies just kept coming to your life.  You haven’t even figured out giving them a name yet except for the Akita, Hiro,  puppy you got a month ago.
“I haven’t exactly named them yet,” you awkwardly smiled.
“Oh, that’s totally fine,” he said as he gave you back the booklets.  A little silence passes between the two of you as if you two do not want to leave each other’s company just yet.  Knowing for sure that Hirugami sure wants to know more about you, he knows he will regret not even getting the chance to ask you out. Therefore, he takes a deep breath and does it.
“If…if you want, I can help you think of their names while we go for some coffee,” he scratches the back of his neck in shyness.
A smile immediately appears on your face. “I…would love that.  Who knows…maybe coffee drink related names might be cute,” you chuckled.
At that, you two have your little coffee date with the puppies inside a stroller.  Nothing too romantic went on the date, but the fact that you are on a coffee date with a guy you found cute, charming and nice while you two look after the puppies inside stroller (with your Akita on a leash instead of being in a stroller) is the best date you can ever think of.  You wouldn’t mind having more coffee with puppies.
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vagabond-umlaut · 10 months
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every rose and its 'twin prickles'
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Or: you and the two fearsome monsters, your knightly husband must wage a war against everyday, for the sake of a glimpse of you.
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▸ dad!gojo satoru x mom!reader; 1.45 wc; fluff, fluff, gallons and gallons of fluff; a pair of cute, possessive and too-wise-for-their-age babies who love their mama wayyy too much; poor miserable deprived 'toru; sprinkles of humor too added in there; implied no curses!au
▸ i dump the blame of this on @afortoru's shoulders. A, look what you made me do ▸ writing this genre for the 1st time! characters, image or divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️
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Do you know what’s the best thing about work? 
Every evening it ends early. 
Do you know what’s the best thing about home? 
Every evening you’re there.   
Walking into the barely-lit flat, a soft smile lights up the expanse of Satoru’s face as the quiet sounds of snoring float over from the bedroom. Dumping the bag on the sofa and shrugging off the coat, the man moves silently further into the apartment – weary mind conjuring images of you in an oversized black tee [of his], curled into yourself in the king-sized bed, the cutest little pout on your lips as you babble in your sleep – then pauses, a hand on the doorknob.  
Two pairs of blue eyes sparkle at him from the almost-darkness of the room.  
Satoru closes the door behind and slumps against it.  
Two matching grins aim at his heart from the human blanket over your form. 
Sharp. Shrewd. Cruel. 
You wrap an arm round each of those two monkeys – the latter back here from their grandparents', two days before schedule.  
Ten years ago, were anyone to tell Satoru there would be a day in the future when he would have to fight for you, only to taste defeat, again and again and again, the man would have emptied his glass of champagne on their clothes, then kicked them out of the reception party. 
Yet, now... as he trudges closer to the door and extends a hand to brush a few wily wisps of hair away from your forehead – only to have it slapped away harshly by a little palm – he can’t help but wonder what sin he committed in his previous birth, to have received an angel like you as his wife, but two demons like them for his children.  
Sachiko, the older of the twins, glares up at her father. “Papa, no!! Mama’s sleeping,” She whisper-yells, eyes darting from him to you than back to him, lips tugged down in a scowl, the likes of which he has only seen in a mirror. On your other side, a mop of white hair nods, albeit not without a tiny yawn – Sachiro’s definitely inherited your sleepiness in a rainy weather.  
Satoru lifts an eyebrow in return. “I can see that, you two. Now go, play with your toys or something. I wanna cuddle with my wife.” 
“But we too wanna cuddle with Mama,” Sachiko retorts as she slips out from under your arm and sits up on the bed. The tiny ponytail on her white head stays in a complete disarray; your husband watches your daughter tug at it a couple of times, frowning, before she gives up, returning her glower to him as she continues, “So, you can’t cuddle with her. Mama is ours now.” 
Your son again gives a small “yes” at her words, followed by a yawn – a reaction which Sachiko doesn’t deem to be enough, apparently, given how she throws a glare his way next. “Hey, whose team are you on, dumbo? Mine or Papa’s?” 
The answer arrives in an instant, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible from a five-year-old. “Yours, obviously. I don’t want Papa to steal Mama away. She’s ours.” 
The smug grin directed his way next makes Satoru want to flick two foreheads pretty hard – but he doesn’t. Any rash or impulsive action can only do him more harm now, driving him further away from his goal.  
So, cogs whirring in his brain, he crouches down to his kids’ eye level and smiles.  
“What do you think of a compromise, kids? Why don’t you make a deal with me?”  
Two pairs of blue clash with the original pair of blue for a while, suspicion in one, suspicious curiosity in the other, while challenge swirls in the last; before a huff breaks the staring contest and your daughter folds her arms across her chest. Exchanging a glance and a nod with her, your son too sits up and announces, “Okay, we’re interested. What’s the deal?” 
Your husband lets out an internal whoop of victory. 
“Belgian chocolates in exchange for a cuddling session with my wife.” 
“Bleh!” Sachiko makes a disgusted face – something which takes him back to his younger days when Suguru and Shoko used to imitate his expressions – and whines, “They are so bitter, yuck! Suggest something better.” 
“A doll house for you and a car for Sachiro, if that’s the case.” 
The latter is the one to turn down this time. Tone brimmed with disappointment – something he can only ever learn from you – he says, “But you just bought us one last month, Papa! Mama always asks you to save money... why don’t you ever listen to her?” 
A knife of guilt lodges itself into his heart and twists. Satoru sighs. “I do... I try to, always, but you two make it so difficult for me to! Why are you like this? Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her? She is as much my wife as much she’s your mom.” 
“We know,” The addressed two answer in unison with sage little nods of their head. The girl continues with a grave expression matching her brother’s, “But we can also ask you the same, Papa. She is as much our mom as she’s your wife. Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?”  
“Besides, you spent five extra years with her, before we were born. We just want to make up for the time lost,” Sachiro chimes in with a pout. “Tell us, Papa,” The two again speak in a heart-wrenching chorus, “Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?” 
“The kids are right, y’know?” A mumble pops the gravity of the situation at hand, and Satoru looks down to find you awake, cracking an amused smile at them. He huffs, rising from the floor and plopping on the bed next to you, arms folded against chest.
“Can’t believe I am so unloved and unwanted in this world. My kids don’t love me. They don’t listen to me. My wife too doesn’t love me. She never supports me. Welp, got to be the unluckiest to be in my shoes right now, I guess.” 
Your husband pauses, giving a small break for the words to sink into everyone, before you let out a long exhale and send him a minor twitch of your lips. Sachiko moves to pat his head, the same moment Sachiro reaches over to clasp his small arms around his neck. You too rise and embrace him from behind, placing a small kiss in between his shoulder blades.  
“Y’know, it’s not like that,” You say, placing your ear on his back, “Just ’cause the kids love me more doesn’t mean they don’t love you. And it’s not even your fault – my personality is so awesome, everyone can’t help but adore me the moment they see me – isn't that right, babies?” 
“Right, Mama,” A pair of wonderstruck voices ring out in reply to your jocular question – you continue in the same note, with another kiss, this time on the nape of his neck.
“And because your awesome Mama’s asking you now, will you two be good babies and let Papa too sleep here with us? Look at him: he’s so tired and sad. You don’t want your dearest Papa to be sad and tired, right? You will let him cuddle with us, won't you?” 
Satoru watches the twins look at each other for a second, then the younger acquiesce, “Papa can cuddle with us. That’s okay, maybe.” The two then proceed to shoot a particularly sharp look at him; one he responds to with a cheeky smirk, which disappears into a soft smile when he feels you manoeuvre his face towards yourself, a light grasp on his chin.  
“See, the kids agreed. Now, are you feeling loved and wanted?” 
“Infinitely more,” He replies with a peck on your lips – however, before he can deepen the kiss a tad more, you bring him into a sleeping posture beside you, the kids immediately piling on top of the two of you. You offer him something between a cute pout and a sorry smile, which earns a wink from your husband. 
Turning to one side, Satoru drags you, Sachiko lying on top of you and Sachiro lying in between him and you, into himself, letting him be lulled to sleep by the melody of your laughs and your kids’ half-hearted harrumphs.
  
Do you know what’s the best thing about life? 
Every tiniest bit of it he gets to spend beside you, the light of his life, and the two imps, your and his love brought into this world – even if he knows he’s going to get kicked out of bed the very microsecond you fall asleep again. 
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saetyrn9 · 7 months
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staycation
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hirugami sachiro x cisfem!reader
summary: it’s the first day of your staycation with your fiancee, and Sachiro is ready to start things off right.
WC: 2.2k
tags: NSFW, MDNI, pwp, playful teasing, oral (reader receiving), Sachirou eats it from the back uwu, lots of biting, ass worship (no anal or anal play), sex in the kitchen, vaginal fingering
A/N: a piece for @mydiluc! thank you gray for commissioning me so long ago, and i’m sorry for the wait! your patience did wonders for my anxiety, you’re literally the sweetest person on the planet and i hope you really enjoy this piece!
mdni banner by @/cafekitsune
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Bumping the door open with your hip, a grocery bag in each hand and purse swinging precariously on your shoulder, you’re pleasantly surprised to nearly trip over Sachiro’s big tennis shoes where they’re lined cleanly next to your house slippers in the tiny genkan of your shared apartment.
Normally, you would have grumbled over how huge his feet are while kicking off your own shoes, but knowing he’s home earlier than usual on the day that marks the first of your planned couple’s stay-cation has you rushing quickly into the apartment, gleeful that he’ll be home for dinner instead of staying late at work.
You can hear the shower running down the hall, so he must have gotten home not long before you. You heft your bags onto the counter and set about beginning dinner, a sudden renewed energy in your step even after your long, hot walk from the store.
You’re so engrossed in your preparation that you don’t quite notice the sound of the shower turning off, or the creak of the floor under Sachiro’s steps as he comes strolling down the hall from the bedroom. You’re too busy whisking a bowl loudly by hand and bending over your phone to read through one of the recipes you’ve chosen for dinner to notice, and Sachiro is never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
You squeak in surprise when strong arms wind around your waist, shower-warmed face nuzzling down into your neck. Damp towel and hair, cooled from the AC blowing through the apartment, sends a pleasant shock down your spine along with the smiling, open-mouthed kiss your fiance presses against your neck.
“Man, is it satisfying to see my pretty wife making dinner for me,” he sighs, lovesick into your ear.
You feel yourself tingle and burn with his profession, legs kicking a little when he suddenly picks you up off the floor, strong arms cinched under your bust.
Desperately holding onto the bowl in your hand, you can’t help giggling wildly when he sways you back and forth, pressing kisses across your cheek with abandon. “I’m not your wife yet, Sachi. I am your fiance.”
He scoffs, teeth pressed against your ear from grinning. “You may as well be my wife. This is all just a formality.”
You gasp, pretending to be affronted. Kicking your legs a little harder, you huff and demand he put you down. “Just a formality? I’m here slaving away over your dinner, and our engagement is just a formality to you? I should break it off right now.”
Sachiro laughs, bare chest and tummy against your back jumping with his amusement. “It’s a formality because I would marry you now if you would let me!”
Your cheeks hurt from grinning when he finally lets you down. Tilting your head back, you greet his pretty smile with your own and a delightful puckering smooch, his hands wandering over your belly and hips reverently even when you return your attention to the countertop.
The back of your skirt hikes up his front, caught on the shorts he pulled on after his shower. You bite your lip to suppress any sound that might escape when his hands immediately find the suggestion of exposed skin high on your thighs, his body twisting with yours when you shuffle along the length of the kitchen island.
Pretending not to feel his appreciative gropes to the cheeks of your ass, you set the bowl down and grip the edge of the counter. “Now, if you please, I’d like to get back to making you that dinner you said you were so excited about.” You tell yourself your voice isn’t as breathy as it sounds.
He hums, strong, warm fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks, making you choke off a squeak in your throat. You rub your thighs together, stomach bumping into the edge of the island from his strength. “What if I said I’m excited for some of the other things we planned for our staycation, too?”Even after all this time, you feel flirty, giggly, and a little nervous from his attention and earnestness. He’s so lovely that it’s hard to believe he’s yours, and has been yours for years and will be yours forever.
You’re so distracted by this thought, leaning into his kisses along your neck and massaging between your warm legs, shivering when his fingers dance along the edges of your panties, that you’re surprised to find yourself lifted once more. Your heart skips a beat, crawling your palms across the island when he guides your knees up onto the edge.
“Sachi!” You peer over your shoulder, trying to catch his eye. He’s too busy pulling the zipper on the back of your skirt down, revealing your panties to the cool kitchen, the loosened fabric tangling with your feet. “Wait! I’m still sweaty from going out!”
He bites his lip, fingers hooking in your panties and peeling them down to join your pooled skirt at your knees. Blue eyes filled with glittering love and desire nearly knocks you over the other end of the counter, his big hands groping your ass cheeks so tight that fat bulges between his fingers, your elbows wobbling from how good it feels.
“Even better,” Sachiro teases with a wink, a grin on his lips that’s edged with a smirk around white teeth and his delightfully sharp canines. You whine and drop to your forearms when he spreads your still sweaty and warm cheeks apart, hiding your face in your arms when he zones back into the spot between your thighs.
He groans, making your back arch, your hips wiggle. You pant into the counter, fingers curling around the far edge at the first feeling of his breath fluttering across your naked skin. You whimper, turning your head to look back at him, mouth opening in one last weak attempt to convince him that you’re not clean, only to watch him take a mouthful of one cheek, sucking a stinging bite into your skin, his eyes open to peer back at you through messy, damp hair.
It hurts, in the best of ways.
It’s easy to be manhandled by Sachi. Over six feet tall and a man who still works out on a regular basis, Sachiro can just about toss you around and fold you in half as he sees fit. It’s a fact of your relationship that you quite enjoy, which makes it even harder to resist his sudden show of desire for you.
When his teeth bruise your skin, your words are lost to a surprised cry of pleasure, a sharp oh fuck! escaping you. Your toes curl, brushing the hot skin of his abdomen. Sachiro huffs a laugh against your stinging skin, eyes crinkling with amusement. And then he closes them, big hands squeezing your rear to plump up the fat and taking another bite at your other cheek.
His tongue and lips and teeth worship across your skin while his hands massage you open. Thumbs brush up across your slick, warm cunt and peel you open. You jump at the touch, hiccuping at the rumble his groan vibrates through your lips and clit when his tongue licks down across your holes.
“Oh, Sachi!” You arch, tits squishing against the countertop and hands gripping the edge. You press your ass back into his face, and he tugs you even tighter against him, his mouth suctioning against your clit and lips. The ache in your knees suddenly disintegrates under the pleasure that rushes to the surface between your thighs at his attention. The wet sounds of him flicking his tongue over those throbbing nerves and him sucking down the wetness that begins to flow from you, and the embarrassment you feel from everything building up only adds to your enjoyment of it all.
“God, you taste good,” he rumbles hot against your pussy, pulling away to take a deep breath. His teeth nip next to the crack of your ass, sucking a bruise there, growling in response to your yip of surprise. “I can’t wait to make up for all the time I’ve missed getting to love on this pussy the way you deserve.” He licks over your clenching hole while thumbing your clit in a circle, and you rock back against him with a needy sob.
The sting of each bite over your plush rear makes your thighs jump, your breath gasp, and the whole time Sachiro massages your cunt. His big, warm palm cupped against your clit, fingers spread up towards your tummy and leaving indents. His thumb, now drenched in your slick, fully inside your tight hole, teasing you with slow, barely there thrusts.
The pleasure-pain he gives you with his teeth tingles up your back and down your thighs, your clit aching against his warm hand and the attention he gives to it. He gives long, eager licks across your cunt, thumb stroking more and more slick out of you, thumb pinching softly at your clit.
“Have you missed this?” Sachiro asks against your hip, having dragged kisses and nips and hickies across an ass cheek, down the outside of your thigh with a ragged groan against the goosebumps on your skin. “Like I have?”
You nod into the crook of your elbow, eyes shut so tight you see rainbow lights behind your lids. Your hips are rocking side to side, back and forth into his massaging fingers at your clit, only to jolt and squeak when he lands a wet, sudden smack against your throbbing nerves, his teeth digging into a stinging spot at the fattest part of your ass.
“Sachiro!” You tremble, holding desperately to the edge of the island counter. You feel so incredibly sensitive all over. From the stroking light touches over teeth marks that spread tingles and stings across your nerves, to the wet sound of your pussy humping across his palm and the warmth it brings to your clit.
“Say it,” he says, his voice so sweet and patient despite the way he drags his tongue over the marks he’s left to make them ache more, and how his drenched fingers are now taking the place of his teasing thumb to spear slow and deep into your clenching insides.
You gasp, back curling, knees slipping wider, the tiles beneath your mouth fogged with condensation from your open-mouth panting. “Yes! I’ve mi-missed you so bad!”
He moans, the sound edged with a smile, and suddenly muffled when he presses his face deep against your pussy again, tongue swirling and long fingers taking the place of his thumb, digging deep and finding that swollen spot inside you that he knows so well. Two fingers prod at it, your lungs filling with a gasp and your back curling in on itself so hard you almost bonk your forehead on the countertop.
It doesn’t take much longer after that. He doesn’t care about the ache in his neck or the way his nose presses into your cheek while he sucks on your clit sloppily, his fingers thrusting wet and noisy into you. You squeal, toes curling and feet kicking against his thighs as your whole body curls in on itself, the pleasure he so eagerly gives you, growls against you, grows and flows over at his calling.
“Haah!” Your cries come through a gaping mouth, your chest heaving with desperate breaths as your body thrums. You wiggle and rock your ass against his face, a big and strong hand gripping you by the thigh painfully tight to keep you from falling head over the other end of the counter, sinking into the fat of your trembling leg with reverence.
Sachiro hums as he pops off your clit with a hard suck, and you whimper at the shock it sends through you, pouting into the sweaty crook of your elbow.
You’re twitching, cunt throbbing, your back relaxing into an even further arch as the afterglow settles over your form. The tile of the countertop feels wonderfully cool on your cheek despite how it digs into your knees, and a little moan of satiated delight leaves you. Sachiro presses wet, loving kisses over your hips and the small of your back, warm hands stroking up under your shirt and over your shoulders.
From behind you, Sachiro tenderly rubs over your abused ass cheeks with a breathy little laugh across the small of your back. “C’mon, let's just go to bed for a little while. Catch up on things.” The way he says things has your toes curling against his sides, bare pussy twitching with a needy throb right in front of his face.
You finally get up the energy to peer over your shoulder at him. His eyes are crinkled in amusement, brows arched up while he sticks his glistening thumb in his mouth to suck it clean. His cheek is smushed against the rise of your butt, somehow so cute despite the way your slick is coating his cheeks and chin.
“What about dinner?” Your voice is a weak mewling mess, cheek squished against the counter emphasizing your pout even more, pushing your bottom lip out even more prominently.
Sachiro chuckles, easily scooping you up off your sore knees, your skirt tangling up in his arm under your knees. It drops, forgotten, to the floor.
A wet kiss is pressed to your cheek, your legs swaying with your fiance's gait. “Darling, I love your cooking, but you have an entire week to cook for me. Let me spend the entire week eating your pussy, too.”
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itsyoursunshinebabe · 11 months
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Falling in love - Fukuro Hirugami X Reader
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pic is from haikyuu wiki
“But she is my sister’s best friend, she is like family.” He concluded, trying to convince himself yet again, but the image of them cuddling on the couch, kissing her lips, celebrating all their success together and lifting each other up during hard  times never left his mind. “She is like family...maybe she can be a true family member?”
“But if we break up, it would be a disaster.”
“What if we don’t break up and have kids and a nice house and a lot of dogs?”
TW: grammar mistakes, female reader, a bit suggestive so mdni
WC: 4237
AN: It took me a lot of time so you better read it!! 😤 Anyway, I thought why not try an almost unknown character. I mean we don't get to know too much about Fukuro, so this is how I imagined him.
Enjoy~
It was a breezy summer day when he first met L/n Y/n from the neighbourhood. It’s not like he hasn’t seen her before, because the little girl with the outrageous bright pink bicycle kind of attracted everyone’s attention, but that was it. Though today the girl with the pink bike, and her mother has joined them for a garden party- that was not unusual in the Hirugami household: his parents were also friendly people and liked by everyone around them.
Fukuro, the oldest one, curiously watched as his little siblings interact with the girl whose toothless smile matched theirs. He was already ten years old, almost a teenager and he had no time to play with those kids, so he’d rather joined the adults’ conversations, occasionally added some “smart” things, earning a polite smile from the grown ups. Sometimes he glanced towards his younger siblings, and much to his horror Shoko took out her dolls, dragging poor Sachiro with her, to show them to Y/n, who also nagged her mother to bring her dolls with her so that she and the only Hirugami girl could have a tea party.
-Kids...-He sighed knowingly, while his parents almost couldn’t suppress their laughter as their oldest was acting like an adult; or so he thought.
His attention turned to Y/n’s mother, who just went through a long divorce and became a single mom of a six year old little girl. She seemed like a serious, strict but kind woman and carried a teacher like aura with her, but the young boy found out she was actually an event planner.
-Thank you for having us. Y/n’s been quite lonely lately. We can’t bring her to my ex husband’s friends anymore, it would be too awkward, plus she’s going through a “wild phase”, constantly arguing and picking fights. –She sighed- It’s nice to see her playing normally with your children; she was excited to meet them.
-Oh it’s a pleasure, Shoko is a bit boyish, so the girls usually avoid her, and the boys are scared of her, so the only ones playing with her right now are her siblings. –She motioned towards Sachiro- But our youngest is just three years old and Fukuro here is ten. It’s not the same as a real friend.
Fukuro got bored of this conversation; luckily his dad saw his expression and spared him by throwing in his favourite topic: volleyball.
-Talking about children, ours really like playing sports, especially volleyball, Fukuro is a genious and Shoko is promising as well. Sachiro is too young to decide yet, but will be just as good as his siblings, I’m sure about that. It’d be good for little Y/n to try out something if she has so much energy, no?
-I’ve never really thought about that. –The woman replied, clearly liking this idea.
Fukuro watched as the two outcasts were playing with their dolls, laughing candidly, Sachiro was in the verge of tears as Shoko took away his turtle plushie; that’s when Fukuro decided to join them and protect his precious little brother from the noisy girls.
-Watch out Shoko, -He warned- Sachiro wants to play with his animal plushies, you can’t force him to attend at your stupid tea party.
-But Sachiro wants to, right?
-N-No.
Five minutes later all the kids were screeching, yelling, crying.
Sachiro only wanted to join the girls so that he wouldn’t be alone, and was already tired of the nonsense girls’ play; Shoko and Y/n wanted to have a sophisticated tea party, but neither of them was sophisticated and Fukuro just wanted everyone to shut up.
The Hirugami parents were very much used to the scene in front of them and decided not to intervene, but Y/n’s mother was mortified as her precious little girl spilled orange juice on Fukuro, whose stern gaze didn’t scare the six years old at all. Sachiro was basically bathing in different kind of juices and Shoko was having the time of her life.
-Should we...?
-No, let them figure it out. –Replied the Hirugami matriarch.
Fukuro, being the oldest and wisest amongst them decided to end this by bringing out his favourite volleyball, asking if the others want to join and all the kids excitedly said yes.
-Y/n, you’ve never played volleyball, right? Feel it. –He handed the girl the volleyball; the sensation was new, it was much different than the balls she liked to play with.
-It’s heavier.
-Yes, so be careful with it. You position yourself like so. –The boy showed her how to stand. –And you do this. –He lifted her arms. –You can hit the ball now.
The theory was easy, however the ball still fell on Y/n’s head, much to Fukuro’s amusement.
-I don’t like it. –She complained, but still tried her best. Sachiro and Shoko clapped everytime she could hit the ball, and Fukuro laughed when she couldn’t.
~
Time flew by, however Shoko’s and Y/n’s friendship only became stronger. Soon Shoko could join the girls’ volleyball team and gained recognition by her teammates, while Y/n ditched volleyball and settled for art instead. Despite their differences the girls remained best friends, having sleepovers, talking about crushes; Y/n was like the fourth Hirugami.
-...And he kissed me! –Squealed a very delighted Shoko, Y/n followed her reaction and let out her own high pitched scream along with a laughter, and the combination of a screaming laughing squealing voice made the oldest Hirugami scrunch his face in annoyment.
-I’ve never been kissed before, how was it? How do you do it?- Asked Y/n when Fukuro finally had enough. He was trying to study in the living room but the girls- who promised to be quiet and wouldn’t disturb the teenager- were way too loud.
-You’re only eleven, you don’t have to know what a kiss feels like, and Shoko, do you want me to tell mom you need to listen to the “birds and bees” again?
-Eww, stop it. Come on Y/n, let’s go to my room. Big bro is mean again. I bet he never had his first kiss. –She added quietly, but Fukuro could still hear it.
He was not being mean, it’s just he was very nervous lately as he was filling the high school application form. Kamomedai seemed nice...he might try to get in.
Months later the Hirugami family was celebrating again as Fukuro was accepted in his chosen highschool where he could continue doing what he loves the most: playing volleyball. Everyone was proud of him and the boy felt accomplished, yet excited.
While he was just slightly above average academically, his excellent abilities in volleyball ensured that all the teachers liked him. Fukuro Hirugami paved tha path to success and his sister was eager to follow him; leaving a struggling Sachiro behind, who had to find his own voice.
~
When he became a young adult, everything was  much different however.
Things were constantly changing around him, that the young man didn’t really welcomed with pleasure all the time: came the sudden fame, the constant exhaustion, the fact that he hasn’t seen his family for months. It all took a toll on him and seeked for just a short period of time when he could escape from all of this.
He was barely 22, and was already a middle blocker for Schweiden Adlers, doing his utmost best during games, but he was missing a sense of belonging: his sister just graduated highschool and joined a women’s volleyball club; Sachiro had just started highschool and Y/n went to college. His parents were busy with their career as well... Fukuro has never felt lonelier than at that moment. But being a problem solver he was, he suggested that they all go to the beach for a short vacation. After all, it’s been ages since the whole family could attend.
Everyone welcomed this idea and Shoko even invited Y/n, Sachiro brought Kourai and Fukuro attended alone, but was glad to see his loved ones and meet Hoshiumi, who was just as promising at volleyball as his brother. So naturally upon arriving the youngsters decided to play beach volleyball...that’s when the first slap came....
Y/n...the little girl with the obnoxious pink bike, the girl who didn’t have her first kiss till she was 14, the annoying teenager was already 18, looking like a goddess with her face that lacked of baby fat, with curves that were so gorgeous and all in a bite sized bikini??
Something feral awakened in the brown haired man as he was staring at the miracle in front of him; his neither region felt heavy, his eyes wandered on Y/n’s body. She looked so innocent yet so hot at the same time and he was sure others would1ve noticed it as well. As he looked away he saw that a few boys glanced towards them, resting their eyes on the young woman for a bit longer. His thoughts were primal: nobody can look at her like that! He must protect Y/n.
-You absolutely can not wear that.
-Huh? But I just bought it for the trip. Why can’t I wear them?
-It’s too revealing.
-It’s the same as your sister’s but in different colour. What’s wrong with you Fukuro?
Yeah...what’s wrong with him? Y/n is like a sister, so why did he notice her curves at all? Why does he thinks she is the most beautiful woman on Earth? I mean, yeah she has always been a nice looking kid, but...when did she become an absolutely magnificent young woman? He must stop thinking about it before the whole situation gets awkward.
-I just don’t want those stupid teenagers to drool on you. –He pointed at the previously staring teenager boys that were also playing beach volleyball.-  After all, you are like my little sister.
Smooth.
-But I only have the one I’m wearing and the same one in a different colour. –She pouted, clearly feeling embarrassed. Fukuro didn’t want her to be ashamed, it’s just he has so much work to do on his communication style.
Sometimes he seems more strict and serious than he aims to be and unfortunately this attitude might scare people, especially when he himself is confused. The sudden jealousy, the almost drooling, the fact that there was this beautiful young woman in front of him the whole time and he hasn’t notice her that way... these all seemed too much.
“I just have to get used to it, it’s fine, she’s just Y/n.” was his mantra for the day, but when she joined his “team” he couldn’t ignore this stomach tightening feeling.
-Y/n, you go to Fukuro, he’s the best among us, it’s only fair to be paired with the worst. –Shoko’s cheeky remark made Y/n stick out her tongue but joined the young man nevertheless.
-Let’s show them Fukuro. –She playfully patted the tall man’s shoulder.
Even her touch was mesmerizing.
-Yeah, let’s.
Y/n was really the worst, though at least she tried her best; but sometimes the ball hit her head, fell on her, she couldn’t aim to save her life, it was a disaster and while Fukuro would’ve been angry, he was more concerned for Y/n’s wellbeing, doing his best to hit the ball before it falls on the woman again.
-Big bro, you’re really the best! –Exclaimed Sachiro with a bright smile. Things have been tough for him nowadays, but seeing his honest smile melted his older brother’s heart.
Y/n also looked at him with adoration in her eyes and Fukuro felt the-now- familiar- hotness creeping up on his face.
-Thank you for your good work, without you I’d be dead by now. –She laughed – I mean your sibglings really aim for my head, don’t they?
The man didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was standing in the way of the ball, and she should actually do something with it instead of just staring till it hits her head, but oh well. Her soft eyes and bright smile shook all the words from his brain and only a silent smile remained that he showed immediately.
The rest of the evening was uneventful, the Hirugamis and their guests sat outside and enjoyed the pleasant sea breeze, talking about how their life was going. The parents returned to the house earlier, but the youngsters remained outside, eating sweets and drinking crazy amount of soda.
-So, Y/n, you’re an artist? –Asked Hoshiumi, who was a new addition of the ever growing Hirugami “family”.
-No, at least not yet. I’m working on it. –She smiled sheepishly- But my main goal is to combine writing and painting, so maybe when I have enough knowledge...then I, well, I would like to create books for children. A-And for adults too, maybe I’d write a fantasy novel or something.
-Nice.
-And how about you, Korai kun? What’s the big plan? –Asked Shoko, but Fukuro lost it again. He heard something like “being a professional volleyball player” and “going to nationals” but his mind fixated on what Y/n said.
Truth be told, he never really thought about how intelligent and creative Y/n was, after all, he could only see her as another noisy girl, who talks about crushes, school, and other seemingly insignificant things with Shoko. But as he started to remember, yeah, they were talking about how Y/n was in the top 5 best students of the school and how she went to competitions and such. It’s just never really clicked him. However upon describing how she was going to write a book, learning to do her own illustrations to give the best she could, Fukuro realized that Y/n’s work etchic is very similar to his own.
As more and more stars appeared on the night sky everybody agreed that they should rest. Shoko and Y/n slept in one room, Sachiro and Korai in another one and Fukuro stayed in the living room. It was around 2 am when he heard footsteps, then saw the light coming from the kitchen. Normally, he would be unbothered; anyone can get thirsty in the middle of the night, but upon hearing mild curses, he immediately recognized that voice and rushed to see what happened.
-Shoko, what happened?
-I just poured stupid water on my pj.
The oldest Hirugami smiled at his younger sister’s pout; it reminded him how the young woman was when she was just a little girl. Yeah, time flies and he failed to notice how his adorable Shoko became a young adult. Sachiro was 15 too. While he was busy following his path, he didn’t see the changes his family went through.
-Anyway, so what was that look you gave Y/n?
-Huh? What look?
-The “I’m gonna eat you alive” look. It was disgusting.- She even scrunched her face.
“If she could see it then...”
-She is clueless.
-What are you talking about? Seriously, stop making assumptions about me! I didn’t look at her that way.
Shoko completely ignored what he said and continued embarrassing the oldest Hirugami.
-Also, she is innocent. I know you’re wooed by many girls, so unless you take it seriously, don’t look at her like that.
She didn’t even wait for an answer, leaving a very embarrassed Fukuro in the kitchen; the lights illuminated his tan skin, brown eyes filled with worry, confusion, and so many other unexplainable feelings. Maybe he should listen to Shoko and leave Y/n alone. That’s what she implied, no?
His eyes felt really heavy but his mind just didn’t want to stop working; however soon his tiredness won and the brown haired man fell asleep.
~
Five years has passed so fast, Fukuro just blinked once and suddenly he became the captain of Schweiden Adlers, gaining even more recognition. People stop him to ask for his signature or selfies; he is on posters; years of hard work paid off finally. Those years were enough for him to get two girlfriends, realize they’re not the ones, leaving them for good and hoping that maybe he could get rid of Y/n’s image that seemed to stuck in his mind.
She moved to Tokyo to work as a mangaka, but was seeing her mother and the Hirugami family every month, but due to his busy schedule, Fukuro could only see her maybe twice a year. Perhaps he wanted to avoid those beautiful orbs that are full of wonder, that kissable lips, and soft smile. Yeah, his original crush turned much deeper as the years passed. As his personality matured he could finally see: Y/n was a hidden gem all along!
Fukuro, who was a strict, serious boy, turned into a more chill, easygoing person with great advocating and leadership skills; but his emotions were still confusing to him, and while avoiding Y/n somewhat helped the situation, the longing remained.
“But she is my sister’s best friend, she is like family.” He concluded, trying to convince himself yet again, but the image of them cuddling on the couch, kissing her lips, celebrating all their success together and lifting each other up during hard  times never left his mind. “She is like family...maybe she can be a true family member?”
“But if we break up, it would be a disaster.”
“What if we don’t break up and have kids and a nice house and a lot of dogs?”
“What if she doesn’t want that?”
The oldest Hirugami sat down after pacing in his house for a few minutes. He wanted to call someone, who’d help him solve this problem, but no one knew about his situation. At least that’s what he thought.
The annual family meeting on Christmas was just one week away, and he knew he must attend; last year the team had a game just a day after the Holidays and Fukuro decided to stay at his own home; his family was really sad, but understanding, and visited him in January.
He’s free this year, and can not neglect his family, just because he is head over heels in love. Is he in love? Is it love? It can be...
~
Unbeknownst to him, said woman has also developed some feelings towards the oldest Hirugami; his ambitious nature, the fact that she always felt safe everytime he accompanied them, and of course his warm brown eyes all had an impact of the now 23 years old woman. Of course she was not immune to the Hirugami charm, and Fukuro really had it all: the looks, the good nature, the stability and something unexplainable. They were not similar at all; him being a sportman, and she was basically an artist of some kind; he was patience, she was panic. However their ideas on life matched almost perfectly. Both of them were ambitious in their respective fields, they were family oriented and trustworthy.
And then there was that unknown force that pushed them together, no matter how hard the both of them tried to escape. It was like magic, or destiny, red string...whatever this was called, its presence couldn’t be ignored.
But while Fukuro purposefully tried to avoid Y/n, the woman seeked for his company, so she visited more frequently than she ever planned. Tokyo was not far from her original home and visiting monthly would’ve been an easy task, but by doing this, she was completely neglecting her rests and was pushing herself more and more. Her job was demanding and she had to do extra works to rearrange her whole life.
Y/n wanted to achieve more, she didn’t want to stay as an employee for long time; working for others was not fun, but she lacked both the money and the experience to be self employed. That dream...being a childbook writer/illustrator still beat in her heart but she enjoyed her job as a mangaka as well. But the fact that she had to do things as the company wants really killed all her creativity and has been struggling lately. Hence the overworking. It was not unusual for the young woman to work till midnight and start her day at 7 am, resulting in a very unhealthy sleeping schedule and thus very bad eating habits.
That’s why she was at the pharmacy at 10 pm, buying antiacid medicine.
It was a week before Christmas, the demand was huge, and Y/n was really stressed and started to munch on sweets, pastries and a lot of unhealthy stuffs and ditched cooked meal for trash.
How easier it was when she lived with her mother in Nagano: she always made sure to eat healthy cooked meal. How she managed that, that’s a mystery, since she was also a busy woman, but guess time management skills are gifts that not everyone could receive.
In just a week she’d be at home, eating something homemade, visiting the Hirugamis, hopefully Fukuro would be there too; last year’s holiday was very strange without him. She was curious of how Sachiro is managing the vet school, also, Shoko’s company was greatly missed too.
As the woman was walking out of the pharmacy, she thought why not check on her recent favourite pastry shop, that closes at 11 pm. The walk was not long, maybe 5 minutes from the pharmacy and she wasn’t in a rush. Her sleeping schedule is already messed up, so she took her time to enjoy the chilly winter air. The stars were not visible in the big city, but she kept staring at the night sky anyway, hoping she’d see something else than airplanes; the sounds of the streets were becoming more in tune with the night, and less people were walking around. As she was staring at the sky, feeling a bit lost, she was stopped by a wide chest...
~
Fukuro was restless that night; that was not unusual, however chamomile tea usually helped him to relax, but not this time, so he went for a walk, to clear his mind and stop thinking about Y/n, who’s been occupying every free space next to volleyball. But just as he began to enjoy the chilly December air, someone bumped into him.
-I’m so sorry. –A familiar voice broke the stillness around him, and when he looked down, Fukuro saw the woman who he wanted to avoid so much.
“Is this a joke or something?”
Upon opening her eyes, Y/n met deep brown orbs staring at her in shock; lips slightly opened.
-Fukuro? Oh my, it’s you. Are you okay?
“No”
-Y/n, what a surprise! Yes I’m okay. –He had to chuckle at the panicking woman. She really thought that her fragile body can cause any harm to his?
“So much for not thinking about Y/n; she literally bumped into me. Maybe it’s meant to be? What should I do now?”
-If you are not busy, would you like to go to this absolutely amazing pastry shop with me? So we can catch up. You know...it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. –Maybe because of the cold winter breeze or the embarrassement, but her cheeks was definitely a bit more rosy as two minutes ago.
“Problem solved” He thought and with that he held out his arm so Y/n could grab onto it.
-It’s so weird that we live in the same city, yet we never met. –She noted- I mean, yeah Tokyo is big, but I swear I’ve seen like ten of my highschool classmates in different parts of the city.
-Yeah it’s strange. But now we’re here; maybe we just meant to meet now.
-You think so?
He smiled; a weird sensation was wandering through his body, occasionally warming up certain body parts of his, painting those flawless cheeks beet red. She was so close, so freaking close, and while the man was in awestruck, he failed to realize that Y/n was also sheepishly lowering her eyelids as if her boots were that interesting.
-I know so.
~
The night was long and exciting, Y/n and Fukuro have been in the pastry shop till it closed, and then Fukuro invited Y/n to his house which was very close actually, so they could talk for a bit longer than intended, sharing things they didn’t meant to, and found comfort in each others’ presence.
-Remember how you dragged me and Shoko out of that party seven years ago? –She laughed so much, completely forgetting about her troubled stomach.
-I had to, you were minors and it was dangerous with so many predators and who knows what else.
-You’ve always taken care of us so well, paying attention to all our needs, even treating me as if I was part of your family.
-You know you are.
“You will be”
~
At the ripe age of 29 volleyball sensation, captain of Schweiden Adlers Hirugami Fukuro and L/n Y/n, famous children’s book author and mangaka got married after dating for a year and being engaged for another one. It might have seemed rushed to many, but Y/n and Fukuro knew it was due. The wedding was simple, elegant and only the closest friends and family were invited.
-Did you know that this dumbass has been in love with you for so many years? He never told me, but seriously, the way he looked at you...it was obviiii-
-Quit it Shoko, you are drunk.
-And you are in love. –She chuckled as she left the couple alone.
-Well of course I’m in love. –Fukuro grumbled- I a married man for a reason.
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Fate - Chapter Nine
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Plot Description: What would happen if someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities; writer has DID themselves) got a god of death as another personality? Follows the plot of the anime and manga mixed including dialogue directly from the anime where appropriate. Character x cast of death note
Very minor self insert/OC that I've made into a vague reader insert that involves the reader being concerningly intertwined with Kira and his happenings against their will and seemingly against fate.
Fandom: Death Note
Gender: Female
Warnings: Dark and triggering content regarding death, suicide, mental illness and mentions of rape (character history - no rape in the story). Making out is described. Will add more as I progress the story.
Notes: Uploading early bitches! <3
Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading!
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- January 5 -
“That was footage from surveillance cameras at the station. The death of one of the FBI agents is captured on here.” Aizawa groaned gently, hand going to the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. 
“Let's see the following scenes again:” L began, seemingly unaware of the exhaustion in the room, “Raye Penber passing the ticket gate on his way in, then him boarding the train, then finally the part where he dies on the platform.” before taking a bite of his ice cream
“Okay…” Aizawa noted, sifting through a bunch of tapes stacked on one of the tables, “Let’s see…”
“I think it’s next to that.” Matsuda spoke up, catching Aizawa’s attention.
“Oh, here it is.” Matsuda looked closer towards the paper in his hands, sleepily.
“Um, so based on the records I have here,” he noted, “Raye Penber comes through the west entrance of Shinjuku Station at 3:11 PM.” Sachiro closed his eyes, listening intently to his subordinate, only looking up sharply when some of his words caught his attention whilst Watari began to scoop ice cream onto a cone, “Then at 3:13 he boards a train on the Yamanote Line. But even if he was following someone at that time, I think it's going to be very difficult for us to draw any real conclusions from the blurry video. Then at exactly 4:42 P.M. a-” Matsuda paused, blinking at the ice cream cone that Watari offered one of the ice cream cones to him, which he took with a warm smile, “Nnn? Oh, thank you, Watari.
“Uuuumm, and at 4:42 P.M. he exits the train at Tokyo station and dies on the platform.” Matsuda finished as Watari passed around the room, offering more ice cream cones to first Sachiro and then Aizawa, who watched intently as Sachiro took his before he readily took his own, cheerfully.
“It's quite strange, don’t you think?”
“Hah…” Aizawa muttered at the ice cream when Sachiro took over the conversation.
“I'm sorry. What do you find strange?” Matsuda immediately spoke up, curiosity peaked.
“Yeah, what is it? Did you notice something?” L took a big bite of his ice cream casually, before humming.
“Mmm…” he swallowed, his eyes never left the screen as he spoke up, “We know that Raye Penber got on the train and then an hour and a half later he got off and died on the platform, the woman, (Y/N), doing the same. But the Yamanote Line only takes an hour to complete its circuit. And more importantly, there's the envelope.” Aizawa blinked.
“Uh, whaddya mean?” he leaned in as L effortlessly reversed the footage with the remote seemingly already in his hand, the video regaining their attention as he hit play as it showed Raye, specifically, as well as other members of the public passing through the ticket gates.
“He's holding what looks like an envelope when he passes through the ticket gate.” Aizawa gasped, a sweat forming on his forehead.
“You're right! It's there, under his arm!” he immediately looked over towards the other screen, “But in the footage right before his death, it's gone!” he noted, incredibly, “I can't believe you actually caught that!” Sachiro grabbed and looked over some papers with a frown.
“Well, I don't see an envelope on this list of his personal effects.”
“Could (Y/N) have the envelope?” Matsuda begged, rubbing his eyed gently as Aizawa spoke up, shaking his head.
“No chance without a bag.”
“Which means,” L regained everyone’s attention, including Sachiro, who turned to his left to look at L as he spoke, “Which means it was left on the train.
“And if you watch closely, at the very end here…” he paused as he pressed for the remote to fast forward to Raye’s death after leaning forward, “it seems like he's straining to look inside the train before the doors close. You can see right here.” the trio gasped.
“(Y/N) appears to be looking up at something, too.”
“If that’s the case, do you think it could mean something?” Sachiro begged, paper still in hand, causing L to look behind at him with his eyes as he spoke theoretically for a moment.
“Wouldn’t it be interesting if Kira was on that train?” immediately Sachiro baulked.
“That’s impossible!” L looked back at the screen casually.
“I admit, I find it hard to believe as well.” he noted, everyone’s attention with various expressions of disbelief and attention playing on each of their faces as he spoke, “There's no reason for Kira to come to the scene of his own crime when he can kill from a distance.” L took a breath, pausing gently as his eyes remained glued to the screen, “Well... maybe he was counting on us to make that assumption, and figured he could get away with such a bold move.” before casually going back to nibbling on his ice cream with a hum. Watari himself looked back from the group to his own laptop screen as he, too, took a bite of his ice cream, listening but not otherwise bothered by the conversation.
“Do we have the recording of where (Y/N) ran to?”
“Uh yeah it’s here…” Aizawa muttered, grabbing the correct tape and placing it into the third VCR, “She runs towards a PCSO.” he noted before pointing towards the video, “They leave together; turns out it was the end of his shift.”
“Have we identified the PCSO?”
“Uhh…” Matsuda muttered, sifting through some papers, “Yeah here!” Once he found the one he was looking for he was about to read the details, however L held out his hand, causing Matsuda to pause before passing the details to L, who skimmed over it as everyone finished their ice cream. 
“Maximus Charles. PCSO, PC in training.” L muttered aloud, “Lives at the same residence as (Y/N), next door to one another.” 
“I recognise that girl.” Sachiro spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention, “Can I see her paperwork?” Matsuda ‘huhed’ before doing as asked, passing the paper his way with a better photograph of the girl attached. Sachiro gasped gently, keeping everyone on edge as he confirmed, muttering, “Yeah that’s her."
"You recognise her chief?" Aizawa begged with a raised brow. Sachiro grunted with a slight nod.
"Yeah we met briefly.” he noted, clarifying, “She came to the station as I was leaving. She kindly gave me her umbrella while it was raining heavily. Said she’d be there for a while, for whatever reason.” As if triggering a memory, Matsuda himself shot up.
“Wait, I know who you’re talking about!” this caught everyones’ attention, each looking sharply back at Matsuda, “She sat there for two hours before rushing off after I spoke to her! It was like she'd been sleeping with her eyes open; completely out of it.”
“Any clue why?” Sachiro begged, though L spoke up.
"Anxiety and dissociation, most likely. Catatonia.” L noted, adding, “(Y/N) has quite an extensive mental health history.” he looked back forward, thumb coming to his mouth.
“I recognise her from somewhere else…” Matsuda spoke up again, adding, “I've thought about it since I spoke to her.” he noted, rubbing his temples slightly, “It’s something big…”
“... Have you looked her up?” L begged, earning a sweat.
“Uh…”
“Here.” Aizawa spoke up, turning the screen, “She’s a YouTuber.”
“That’s it!” Matsuda exclaimed, hand out in realisation, “I’ve heard her music!” 
Before more could be said, the phone started to ring, causing L to stand, walking around gently before he paused at the ringtone.
“Yes?” Watari begged, “Yes, would you please hold for a moment?” he begged before turning towards L, using his alias, “Ryuzaki, it's Ukita at the NPA. He says he's on the phone with someone from the tip-line who has information for us.” L didn’t miss a beat with his response.
“Right. Then give Ukita the number for line five and ask him to have the informant call that line instead. It'll be safer that way. Mr. Matsuda, it's okay for you to turn your cellphone on now. Actually, please turn it on right away.”
“Uh, sure…!”
Matsuda did as requested, the phone instantly ringing. Before he could respond, L pinched the phone and answered it, turning away from Matsuda who looked back at him with a sweat and slight glare.
“Yes, this is Suzuki, head of Kira investigation Public Information Division.” L began, using a fake voice. However he immediately paused, his normal voice returning as he spoke aloud the information for Watari to work on, his eyes widening, “Raye Penber's fiancée? 
“Naomi Misora…” Watari nodded gently, already pencilling the name into their computer database.
“I've heard that name before…” Watari immediately turned the laptop for L to see, the woman’s information and photograph clearly visible on the screen. Ryuzaki gasped.
‘So it's her. She's from the Los Angeles BB Murder Case. That's right! She was working under me. I guess she must have come to Japan with her fiancé…’ L frowned gently before hanging up the phone and passing it back to Matsuda, walking by as his hands casually went back to his pockets.
“Well, apparently she's been missing since the day after her fiancé died.” L noted, walking past both Matsuda and Aizawa.
“I'm sure that anyone in her situation would be pretty depressed.” Matsuda noted, solemnly, “Was it...?”
“Suicide.” Aizawa finished for him.
“No…” L noted quietly, adding, “The Naomi Misora I knew was strong. Not to mention she was also an excellent FBI agent. If anything, it's more likely that she'd be trying to catch Kira.” The three watched as L paused his walking, “It appears she came to Japan with Penber, it's possible that she may have found a lead…” L’s thumb went to his lips as he thought.
‘If that's the case, did Kira manage to get to her first?’ 
“Everyone.” L’s hand dropped back to his pocket, “At this point, I'd like to focus our investigation on only those people who Raye Penber was tailing, this woman (Y/N) as well as the PCSO Maximus that she’s familiar with.” he announced, adding, “In particular, he was assigned to two police officers and those closest to them.” Sachiro wasted no time in asking, “Very well. Who are these two individuals he was investigating?” causing L to turn slightly to look over his shoulder at the three men.
“Deputy Director Kitamura, along with Detective Superintendent Yagami and their families.” Immediately everyone gasped, though L continued undeterred, turning around to meet the three, “At this stage, I'd like to place wiretaps and surveillance cameras in both households.”
“Surveillance cameras? Ryuzaki!” Matsuda immediately protested, Aizawa also joining in after him.
“I don't see how you could even consider this. If this got out, we'd have a civil rights scandal on our hands! We'd all lose our jobs.” L looked up at Aizawa sharply with his eyes, head raising slightly.
“You told me you'd be willing to risk your lives for this investigation. But you wouldn't risk your jobs?”
“Uh, uh…” Matsuda stammered as Sachiro took over quickly.
“Ryuzaki, what are the odds that Kira is in one of those households.” L looked up, thinking for a moment.
“Maybe ten percent. No, it's closer to five percent.” Matsuda blinked.
“Seriously? I'm sorry, but it's not worth the risk-”
“No.” the group gasped, turning back to Sachiro, who spoke solidly, albeit with a sweat, “Of all the people we've investigated so far, not one of them seemed even the least bit suspicious. Even if there's only a one percent chance, we simply can't afford to ignore it.”
“Chief?” Matsuda begged quietly, though once again Sachiro spoke up, ignoring him.
“I don't have to tell you how offended I am to learn my family is under suspicion. Having said that, just go ahead with it.” The pair gasped behind the man once again, “And make sure you install them everywhere. I don't want blind spots in the house, and that includes the bathroom.”
“Thank you very much. That was my intention.” L relaxed at this slightly.
“Come on, Chief, you don't have to agree to this!” Aizawa protested, Matsuda agreeing whole heartedly.
“Yes, he's right! Think about your family! You have a wife and daughter at home, don't you?” Matsuda threw his arm out in emphasis, causing Sachiro to spin around to meet the pair in anger.
“Yes, I'm well aware of that fact!” he threw his arms out, “But there is no point of doing this if we can't be thorough! Now I suggest you keep quiet!” The pair were silent for a moment, though Matsuda eventually muttered out an apology. By this point Sachiro had composed himself, turning back away from the pair, hand to face.
“No, it's okay. Excuse me.”
Unbothered by the tense atmosphere, L walked back to the sofa, taking a seat, before speaking up and regaining the room’s attention.
“As a courtesy to the chief and his family, only he and I will conduct surveillance of their home.” he noted before turning to look at Watari slightly, “Watari, how long will it take to prepare the wiretaps and cameras we need?” said man wasted no time in revealing the answer.
“Well, starting tomorrow, I can set them up at any time, provided we know when both houses will be empty.”
Though the room remained tense, L hummed as he looked over the tape once more, reversing it with the remote before pressing play. 
"Curiouser and curiouser…" L mumbled into his thumb as he eyed the security footage of Raye Penbar's death for the thousandth time within the last few hours alone. Only once the clip ended did his fingers twitch, anticipating the end, before quickly hitting the replay button. Carefully his eyes danced around all of the grainy details of the footage before him taking in the same thing over and over again without any real changes. Despite this there, of course, were no changes, his actions regaining everyone’s attention.
Having already expertly cross examined all of the footage of the FBI deaths long ago, L found himself stuck on Raye Penbar's death in particular. As he watched the (H/C)-haired girl he hummed to himself, tapping his thumb against his bottom lip as he rewatched the footage once again. 
'A potential lead…' he acknowledged, just as he had every time since he'd seen it the very first time.
"Miss (L/N) (F/N) - or Ai, as you've been going by. Kedakai Ai…" He noted aloud with a slight head tilt.
“Did you see something else?” Aizawa begged, coming back towards his previous seat. L hummed, hand falling as he reversed and played a particular part of the scene again for the group to notice.
“Do you hear that?” L muttered, earning baffled looks.
“She’s crying…” Matsuda offered. L ignored him and continued.
“She yells his name.” L revealed, “Which means that she’s the only other pedestrian to know Raye's identity besides his wife- well," He corrected, "besides Kira…"
And that differentiation was important. Because it was clear as day that Ai herself was unrelated to Kira.
'No that was never questioned.' L figured, 'The true question is: how did you know him and his operation…?' L made a small noise in his throat as his eyes danced over tea Watari placed in front of him on the table, the sugar cubes intriguing him as he plopped a few in his tea, using the others to feed his stacking stim. 
“Ryuzaki…!” Matsuda noted aloud as he looked over a statement from one of the desk clerk at the Police Station, “Naomi and (Y/N) are thought to have spoken on January the 1st!” Aizawa gasped at this, the newfound information catching L’s attention as he looked over sharply.
“Interesting…” he noted, leaning in, eyes wide, focused and seemingly unblinking.
"So she has seemingly zero ties to the Penbar family, being from the UK, and yet-" L frowns gently, "-she saw both of them before their independent fate’s…” he noted as he paused the video, focused specifically onto the picture that shows Ai’s face. L made a noise in his throat.
‘Finding you wasn't nearly as hard as this little puzzle of yours, mind.’ He hummed boredly as he brought the spoon to his mouth and took a lick, salvaging the sweet tea taste before picking up the cup and taking a long sip. Only once he'd placed it back down onto the saucer did he speak again, once again hitting repeat, "Flat 7 and Flat 8, 5-2-1 Koibuchi, Kasama, Ibaraki 452-1788, Kānto Japan, Watari, for (Y/N) and Maximus’.”
“Hey, Ryuzaki!” Aizawa noted, looking over to him with shock, “Do you really suspect her of being Kira?” L hummed.
“Only about 2 percent likely.” he noted, tapping on his lip before elaborating, “With that in mind, and with such an emotional response to another person's death, she hardly fits the profile akin to that of Kira." He noted curiously as he eyed the open file to his right with eager eyes before they flicked back straight to the screen, as if talking to her directly, "Clearly caring and interested in helping others. And yet clearly bored with the world. 
"Could that be why," he licked his dry lip before taking a sugar cube between them and sucking gently, finishing in a mumble with his mouth full, "you're getting yourself so involved with this investigation…?"
“What do you mean?” L immediately turned.
“Why else would she be in the police station, speaking to Naomi, if not related to the Kira investigation. Not to mention,” he revealed, Eyes flickering right back to the pages on his right, L grabbed and flicked through the papers meticulously, looking for something in particular and smiling once he'd found it, "Medical records show a recent hospitalisation. Several bullet wounds and cuts all of which occurred on the same day as the bus hijacking from Osoreda Kiichiro… It's as though she were there- No. 
"She was there." He concluded, earning gasps as he nodded gently to himself as his eyes trailed over the medical report for, once again, more times than he could count. 
It was simply a waste of time and energy to keep a tally of something so simple. And yet-
'-152 times.' he acknowledged, going over the paper once again, '153, now.'
“How could someone be that unfortunate?” Matsuda begged.
“Exactly.” Aizawa realised aloud, “That’s why we’re putting her under surveillance, right, Ryuzaki?” L hummed in agreement. Relatively content with the writing, he dropped the page and had another skim through the other pages in the file, pausing when he looked back up at the screen with a thought playing on his mind as he watched Ai begin the chest compressions, his thumb going back to his lip as he gently played with it, “That must be what’s gotten her so curious about the investigation.
“Watari.” the man looked up as the others listened intently, “We should send someone to confirm identities. Something to see how she behaves afterwards. We will need someone to watch over the pair until we can put in the camera’s and wires.” Watari nodded.
“I’ll do that now.” With a noise in his throat, L leaned forward, drinking more tea as he muttered to himself.
"Time to see your response…"
“Whooo!” I cheered as I sang along to the song playing on my speaker. Scrubbing at my skull as I washed away the dye with pep in my step.
‘Silver all the way, boiii!’ I chimed as I sat up and rung the water out of my hair and looked at the colour of the water with a bright grin.
Grabbing the shampoo I quickly began to lather my hair as I continued to hum along to the tune, eyeing my arms as I did with a small smile.
‘The wounds are closed and healing. All the stitches have gone now - disintegrated or removed the other day.’ I noted as I put my head back under the shower head and rinsed out the shampoo, ‘So now I’m finally able to do this without any problems!’
“My new glasses also came in the post today.” I squealed as I got the conditioner ready, “So my new look is almost complete!”
‘Not to mention it’ll make it harder for Kira to identify me…’ I deadpanned dryly, turning my mood slightly sour.
*Ding dong*!
“Eh?!” I squeaked as my head shot up, causing water to trickle over my face, “... Mono?” 
Frowning I quickly shot up and stumbled about, flailing in a blind (literally - I had no glasses) panic as I searched for a towel.
Rushing I quickly wrapped my hair up in the closest towel I could find - which, honestly, was far too big for just my hair but woe is me - and rushed towards the front door, stumbling as I almost slammed into it in my haste.
“Hold on!” I yelled through the door as I fumbled with the lock, taking a peak out through the hole, only to pause in confusion as I saw someone with a flyer. I cursed.
‘I should’ve just ignored it…’ I sighed as I realised it was a door to door salesman. 
Face wrinkled in regret and disdain I quickly put on a bright smile as I opened the door, desperate to get this thing over with. 
“Hi!” I beamed before giving an apologetic smile, “Sorry I’m dying my hair and had to find a towel!” the man chuckled, nodding, giving a smile as he attempted to make small talk.
“What colour was it before?” I smiled.
“(H/C).” I laughed as his eyes widened, “I’ve had quite a bit of work to get it to the silver colours I have now.” I grinned as I towel dried my hair, letting the white/silver show.
“Looks great!” he chimed, adding, “(H/C) sounds interesting! I’m starting to see bright colours more these days, especially with teens!” I laughed and nodded in agreement.
“It’s a fun form of expression!” I grinned, “Even my mama dyes her hair a kinda dark red!” He looked stunned at this.
“Oh wow that’s different!” he laughed, “I’d love to see my mother dye her hair a wild colour.” the man leaned forward slightly, pretending to look around as he put his hand to his mouth, “Don’t tell her I said that. Older generation, you know?” I couldn’t help but laugh, my cheeks hurting slightly as I swore myself to secrecy.
“My lips are sealed!” I grinned. However when the flyers caught my eyes I paused the pleasantries and got straight to the point, “How can I help, by the way?” Immediately the guy gave a small gasp before looking into the flat vaguely.
“Are your parents home?” he begged with a kind smile. I paused at this as I played mental chess as to whether or not I wanted him to know my age or not. 
‘In a world with Kira, although I don’t want to suspect everyone whenever a stranger speaks to me, I need to be cautious with them.’
“Uh no, sorry not right now!” I apologised with an apologetic smile, “Just me and a bunch of mates.” I added with a half shrug.
‘I don’t want him to think I’m alone, just in case…’
The guy nodded in understanding.
“Oh okay!” he nodded with a small smile, “I was just wondering if you were interested in a cleaning service?” I shook my head.
“Nah that’s not something they’ll want I don’t think.” I shrunk behind the door slightly, trying to get him to leave, “Have a nice day!”
“Oh wait!” I paused closing the door at his words, tilting my head slightly, peaking back at him with a raised brow as he directed to something by my door, “By the way, you have a package on your doorstep?” I blinked, looking down before thanking him as I questioned what, when and where this thing came from.
“Huh…” I blanked, “I wonder why I didn’t hear anything…” I mused, picking it up as I looked over the package, “Thanks!” 
“It’s fine! Have a nice day!” I nodded, giving a small bow.
“You too!” I chimed, closing the door behind me with a small butt smack, only satisfied once I heard it click, before impetuously locking it after me without a second thought.
“I haven't ordered anything…” I noted with a raised brow as a reminder smacked me in the face, “But I need to order a new umbrella…” I muttered bitterly at myself for forgetting. However I looked back at the door as the previous interaction played on my mind. 
‘Huh. That was strange.’ I noted slowly, ‘I’ve not had one of those here before…’ I paused, shrugging it off as I messaged Mono telling him what just happened as I dumped the package on my desk, taking a seat as I dumped my towel on the frame of my bed. 
Mono: What was he selling?
Mono: You sure it was a salesman?
I shrugged to myself before typing back.
Me: Yeah. Window washing apparently. 
Me: He had flyers but didn’t give me any since I said no.
It took a moment for Mono to reply. But when he did I froze at his words.
Mono: That’s illegal in Japan
Mono: Door to door sales, that is. 
I frowned, immediately looking up what he said - not because I didn’t believe him-
‘-He’s a freaking officer, after all-’
-but because I was so surprised. However, when I didn’t reply he immediately called me.
“Who was he?” he begged as soon as I answered, skipping the greetings. I scratched the back of my head.
“Dunno. Said he was a window washer.”
“That’s strange. Really strange.” Mono paused before immediately asking, “You didn’t tell him anything about you did you?” I shook my head to myself.
“Nah. Just asking about hair - small talk, since it’s wet and I’m dying it.” I scratched my cheek, “In fact he asked for my parents. I just said they weren’t in at the moment but that I’m with a group of friends.” Mono made a noise in his throat.
“How’d he respond?” I blinked, shrugging slightly.
“Just asked if I was sure my parents wouldn’t want his services. Said nah and he left. Although there was a package at my door that he pointed out.” I eyed the thing beside me with scrutiny, “I haven’t opened it yet but I never heard the door go or anything like that.”
“I don’t like that.” he stated immediately before adding, “Don’t open it until I get home. I doubt it’s anything, but just in case I’d rather make sure it’s all okay when you’re not alone, yeah?” I nodded to myself again.
“Sure thing.” I hummed before adding, “Speaking of which, when are you getting back?”
“Late. Might need to stay till at least 2am since it’s a Sunday.” I groaned.
“Fine. I’ll just dump this package in the corner until then.” Mono nodded.
“Sure thing.” he immediately began to reassure me, “Look I doubt it’s anything suspicious; I just prefer to be cautious.” I nodded.
“To be honest,” I noted as I felt the thing, “It feels like a book.” Mono frowned at this.
“Did you order any textbooks?” I blinked, frowning in thought as I tried to recall.
“No…” I paused again, “But I might’ve ordered some writing books.” Mono sighed.
“If it doesn’t seem that sus you’re welcome to open it now, but stay on the phone with me, okay?” I gave a confirmation as I tore open the package. Blinking, I noted a single, thick book with a title written in English. I hummed.
“Well it is a writing book.” I noted, Mono sighing in relief as I flicked through the empty, lined pages with a raised brow, “But I don’t remember ordering it.” I inspected the inside of the packaging once again, “There’s no note or anything so I don’t know if maybe my mum or one of my siblings got it for me and forgot to tell me?”
“Possibly.” Mono noted, “All that matters is it doesn't sound dangerous.” he joked, partially, earning a snort as I dumped the book back on the desk, eyeing them for a moment.
“Yeah.” I agreed, adding, “Though it has a weird title.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. It's black. Has the title of ‘Death note’.” I snorted, “Sounds like something mum would buy me, knowing me.” Mono laughed at this.
“Yeah. Sounds like something I’d buy you.” I grinned.
“Hey I can get behind this.” I shrugged, “Definitely different.” I made a noise of agreement before sighing.
“Anyway I’m gonna go finish my hair. See you later.” Mono also made a noise in his throat.
“Yeah I need to go anyway. Try to stay safe for once, yeah?" I mock-gasped.
“I have no clue what you could possibly be insinuating, my good man!” Mono laughed.
“Yeah sure you don’t.” he chuckled, “But yeah see you either early in the morning or the next day.” I nodded, making a ‘yup’ noise before we hung up.
I eyed the book for a bit with suspicion and intrigue. However, with a shake of my head I pushed them aside and went back to what I was doing before, not even giving them another look as I entered my bathroom and left my bedroom.
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tetsuromybeloved · 2 years
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can I pet your dog?
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♡ Hirugami Sachirō x gn!reader
♡ fluff
♡ request from @oikawascutie for 100 followers event -> i’m sorry for taking so long :(((, hope you’ll like it 🫶🏻
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Music was playing from your earbuds and the wind was moving your hair; you were at the park, enjoying summer break. Finally you were able to slow down from your studies and finish to read those books that you started time before.
You looked around when you noticed a tall figure with brown hair coming towards you; you recognised it was Sachiro, your crush from university. You two didn’t talk that much because you had many different classes, but ever since you met at a school party, you would wave at each other when you met in the hallways.
He lowered his gaze on you and smiled when he recognised you, “hi!” he waved at you. You blushed a little while smiling and waving back, “hi” you murmured. You cursed yourself internally for being embarrassing, then cleared your voice removing your ear buds.
He stopped when he was in front of you, “how are you?” he asked and you thought that he couldn’t be more cute. “Fine, thanks! You?” you said back, trying your best to not let the conversation die. He giggled “I can’t complain” he answered and you giggled. You looked at the dog that was with Sachiro; it was tiny and was looking at you while swinging his tail from one side to the other.
“Can I… pet your dog?” you said smiling at the fluffy creature and Sachiro nodded, “of course”. He got closer to you and kneeled in front of you, slightly pulling the leash to make the dog come closer, “his name is Coco”.
You cooed the moment you touched the fluffy brown coat, “he is so cute!” you exclaimed and Sachiro chuckled. He touched the dog then glanced at you. You looked up at him and, the moment you saw he was already looking at you, you blushed and looked away. The dog barked at you the moment you stopped caressing him, and you slightly chuckled starting again to touch behind his ears.
“Is he yours?” you asked, trying to forget the embarrassment. Sachiro was still looking at you with a smirk on his face, “yes, I got him a few month ago” he answered and you glanced at him again. He is handsome, was the thought that was clouding your mind.
There was a moment of silence between you two until he spoke again, “I’m happy I met you here”. Your eyes widened at his words, “w-why is that so?” you asked and he laughed throwing his head back.
He looked again at you and you could see his gentle gaze the moment your eyes met, “because every time I see you around campus you always seem to avoid me…” he stated and you averted your eyes; you didn’t want to avoid him, you just didn’t want him to see your red cheeks every time you would occasionally see him. “I never wanted to avoid you, it-it’s just that I’m always sooo busy” you said and he chuckled again.
Sachiro sat down and Coco went to stay between his legs, “okay, I get it” he said rolling his eyes, and you giggled waving your hands in front of you “no, I’m saying the truth!” you said back trying to suppress you laugh. He looked back at you with a smirk on his face, “you’re cute” he stated out of blue and you chocked on your own saliva.
You tried to breath but air wasn’t arriving in your lungs, and the only thing you could think inside of you was, how embarrassing. “ oh my god, y/n” Sachiro exclaimed alarmed, and came closer to you putting an hand on your back while taking your face with the other one.
His hands were big and you felt like melting with him so near you; you waved a hand at him trying to tell him you were okay but it was still difficult to talk. “Here, take this” he said offering you a water bottle he took from his backpack.
You drank a little then looked up at him, feeling your face burning, “sorry”. He shook his head smiling and you realised he still had his hand on your face when he caressed your cheek, “don’t worry, I’m sorry my words had this effect on you”. You rolled your eyes and looked down to hide your blush but he slightly pulled your chin to make your gazes meet again, “are you okay?” he asked and you nodded.
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You were observing each other’s faces when your gaze fell on his lips. You were centimetres away, “can I?” Sachiro whispered looking at your mouth. You were going to answer him when Coco barked.
Sachiro pulled away from you clearing his voice, “uhm…” you looked at the dog and giggled. “Well…” you started but Sachiro interrupted you, “would you like to go on a date…”, you immediately looked at him, “with me?” he continued, looking at you with hope all around his face.
You couldn’t speak, too shocked by the sudden question. “I-…yes, I would love that” you answered with a smile all over your face; you were convinced that you were going to have an heart attack because of him sooner or later, but you believed that it was worth it.
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𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲
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summary: the balcony might be the best part of a royal ball.
paring: Hirugami Sachiro x Reader
genre: royal au!, love at first sight, princess!reader, fluffy.
word count: 1112.
note: remastered fic, decided to try something new with our sweet Hiru 💕
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The click of your cristal heels echoes on the ceramic floor, the toebox squeezing your fingers so tightly that you’re almost able to see stars on the painted ceiling above. However, this pain is bearable compared to Lady Rei’s gossip you had to endure, the one you are currently escaping from.
You just wish for a break. The holiday’s festivities always have crowded balls, and this one isn’t an exception, full of nobles from every land of the kingdom, aiming to gain allies and suitors for the future.
A princess should be used to these occasions, being a member of the royal family and possibly a future ruler. But you, the fourth daughter of five siblings, won’t ever get comfortable around all of this decorum, courtesies, and stupid etiquette at the dinner table.
Like, why are there fifteen types of forks for each meal? What’s the problem with eating fish with the same fork you ate salad?
You’re not drawn to any of these, however here you are, dolled up to the brim with your mother’s favorite blue gown, wearing those tight shoes that you wish you could throw to the walls and burn inside the kitchen’s oven.
You walk forward to a nearby balcony, hoping no one hasn’t found one of your favorite spots to stay. The view there is breathtaking, you can see the beautiful landscape of the castle’s entrance and ahead, the greenish woods, and the sky filled with stars on every side of the waning moon that illuminated the night.
If only you could enjoy that by yourself. But as you enter the small room, you spot someone else fascinated with the same view.
You don’t record seeing him before. He’s much taller than the average man on the court, with neatly parted brownish hair and fine clothes, evidencing his probably high position. But what catches your attention, is the softness in his eyes, so innocently glowing with the moonlight, gazing at you surprised.
“Princess ______.” He’s quick to bow, trying to maintain his posture when warmth grows around his skin face. “It’s an honor to meet your grace in person. I hope I’m not intruding in one of your personal spaces, I can leave if you wish to.”
“There’s no need, sir…” You ask for his name, not only for formalities. There’s something on him that makes you want to hear everything he might ramble.
“Hirugami Sachiro, from Kamomedai District. I’m the youngest son of Lord Haiba, your grace.” He presents himself, extending his long arm and offering his palm open for yours to take it. You follow decorum, letting him place a small, soft kiss on the back of your hand, not averting his eyes off you as he does so.
You suddenly don’t mind sharing the balcony with someone else.
“Please, enjoy your visit properly. You chose a very nice place for the evening.” You walk back to the balcony, turning yourself to rest your forearms on the handrail, as usual. He follows you suitably, standing beside you but putting a small distance in respect.
“Was I right then? Is this a special spot for your grace?”
You’re not used to opening up to strangers, but you make an exception for Sachiro. Out of politeness or fondness, you don’t know yet. “I’ve known this place since my childhood. The sunsets here are the best to observe. Especially in spring, when the flowers blossom along with the weather.” You recall, taking a breath of the fresh grass scent.
He hums in response. “With all the respect, I find your grace very fortunate, for having such a stunning view at your disposal. The only thing I can spot on my balcony are dogs rolling in the mud, with a gentle touch of high-pitched gurgles and dirty feathers filling the brownish grass.” He gazes at you in amusement. “Pleasant, don’t you think?”
You can’t control the giggles coming out of your mouth, the reaction he was aiming for. You cover your mouth with your hand, not meaning to sound rude, even if he said it in a playful tone. “Pardon me, sir.” You apologize, clearing your throat to cover your embarrassment. “Consider this balcony part of your accommodations, if that brings you enjoyment.”
“Your grace, your compassion is beyond admirable. My gratitude, for indulging a poor soul and giving him the chance of a clean balcony, once in a lifetime.”
You giggle again, and that’s not the last time he makes you laugh. The conversation is so delightful, that you start to cherish this moment with him, not having found such a good company like this ever. He keeps telling you about his homeland, and all the funny encounters he had experienced through the years, making your eyes shine in curiosity and ears crave for more.
For the first time in the world, you’re not the center of attention. You’re simply a person, talking and hearing about another one’s lives, and receiving light honest questions in return. No political interest, no cheekiness, no fakeness. Only a genuine talk, with a genuine person.
You both hear the sound of the grand piano, signaling the beginning of the traditional waltz. You know, as a princess, you must join at least the first waltz, but you dread this moment with all of your beings, having to dance with strangers most of the past balls.
So you take your chances now.
“Sir Sachiro, may I have your hand in a waltz?”
You notice he’s taken aback by your unexpected and unusual invite, as he should be the one inviting you, according to the decorum. But who cares about who asked who, right?
He smiles at you, leaning down and offering his hand. You sigh in relief, cordially placing your hand on his and letting him lead you to the dance room, enjoying the gentle way he holds you.
You feel numerous pairs of eyes staring at you, but Sachiro’s able to draw your attention back to his eyes, soothing you with a small squeeze as he holds your waist. The melody begins, and step by step, you waltz, the most comfortable waltz you had since the days your brother used to lead you.
But it feels different with him. It feels magical, like the fairytales your mother used to read you before sleep, the happy ever after that ended each tale. You feel that, in his arms, chest to chest, eye to eye, smile to smile.
Hirugami Sachiro. You don’t know why he came into your life, but you don’t wish him to leave now.
“Your grace,” He calls you softly. “I don’t mean to impose, but, I’m honestly having a grateful time in your company. Would you give me the honor of a walk in your gardens? Perhaps, tomorrow afternoon?”
And fortunately, he doesn’t wish to leave you either.
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saintobio · 2 years
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wrote this in my notes app last month🫶🏼
hiii, thank you so much for another chapter. your asks are turned off rn so i’m writing this in my notes so i can submit it when they’re turned back on.
this is just my personal take on what’s going on right now, although it’s evident y/n has moved on from satoru, i feel like another reason why she wanted satoru to move on was bc she was afraid she’d fall for him again.
she knows she’ll be tied to satoru for the rest of her life with sachiro, so there’s still a slim chance of her falling for satoru. she wants him to move on while she can say she’s still moved on from him.
it’s still satoru x y/n so that’s why i’m not fully convinced she won’t be moved on from him entirely.
though y/n is open and honest to herself about her feelings, she still doesn’t speak up about EVERYTHING that may bother her. but bc of the traumatic experience her and satoru had, she doesn’t want to admit to herself that there is that possibility of still holding feelings for him.
like love never really dies if you get me.
also she spent 3 years away from him just so she could get back on her feet as well as move on from him, if she ends up going back to him she’ll feel weak like she did before in the relationship.
even tho she owns and embraces(?) her flaws, including acknowledging the good and bad in her relationship with satoru. i feel like going through such a traumatic experience like their relationship, she’ll refuse and hold back on her feelings for satoru.
both of them have grown so much, shes acknowledged how satoru changed but still lives with the fear of being treated how the old satoru treated her.
also her relationship with toji is something that she needs rather than wants, im not ynji (?) anti but imo they don’t have the same chemistry as they used to in SN (maybe it’s just bc i’m a gemini venus idk).
i feel like she’s trying to convince herself that tojis the better option bc logically he is, but for love you’ve to separate head from heart. toji was like a safety net for y/n, she has that stability that she didn’t have with satoru.
and with how highly y/n thinks of toji, she fears she’ll hurt him since she’s been hurt before, as well as his wife’s death. she wants to be there for toji just as much as he’s there for her.
i’m trying not to mean this in a ‘negative’ way but sometimes it feels like y/n is with toji sort of like a repayment for everything he’s done for her.
this is just my own interpretation, im excited to see what you’ll do w the rest of the story ^_^
that makes a lot of sense !! and your thoughts are very well put together <3 considering yn’s nature, these are very realistic and human of her, plus there’s so much conflict between her internal and external feelings which is why she’s having a hard time coming to terms with what she really wants vs what she needs. in that same sense, it makes her kinda predictable but also unpredictable, iykwim?
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kouvrse · 1 year
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໑ — rules ... ♡
☆ characters i don't write for.
&&. terushima , ukai , takeda , kiyoko , yachi, kyoutani, mattsun, makki,
☆ characters i write for.
&&. karasuno members , oikawa , iwaizumi , kuroo , kenma , lev , kenji , aone , kuroo , kenma , lev , tendou , ushijima , shirabu , semi , goshiki , sakusa , hoshiumi , sachiro , kita , miya twins , suna , ojiro, bokuto , akaashi , akinori , yamamoto , yaku.
☆ genre's i write for.
fluff , angst , platonic , charac x charac ( as long as it's not weird or anything. and can be platonic / romantic ) , age gap that is 1 , 2 or 3 years apart only.
☆ genre's i don't write for.
yandere , nsfw , dark themes , disturbing themes , self - harm , large age gap, vape / smoking.
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note : please keep in mind that i do not hate characters that are in the ' i don't write for ' list! i just don't know how to write / characterize them. i noted this so that there won't be any misunderstandings. thank you!
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