#this is exactly what went down when nanami met my mom

[princessoflalaland]

Fiancé Nanami

content: fluff and smut, some degradation, oral (m), doggy style (our second fave position), creampie (I told you I want his babies)

a/n: this is reminiscent of how i was raised by a single parent, so that’s why the dad is not involved. thx to @teddybeartoji for giving me the idea based off this post.

surprisingly, your family had only met Fiancé Nanami a handful of times, despite you two practically being joined at the hip. it was those seldom interactions that planted the seeds of doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to appease to your mother.

Fiancé Nanami who, while fussing with his favorite tie in the mirror as you two prepared to drive across town to have dinner with your mother, couldn't help but to grow frustrated when his clothes wouldn't cooperate. this caused you step in and fix it for him, trying to calm him down as you do.

"you really don't need to worry, honey. my mom will love you, I just know it." that cliché line managed to soothe the worst of his nerves. he held your hips and watched you earnestly as you tightened his tie.

"thank you, darling. I just...I don't want to disappoint anyone tonight, especially not the woman who raised my beautiful wife-to-be." his deep, silky voice and sentiments made your heart skip.

Fiancé Nanami who, despite your encouragement, still felt worry linger in the back of his mind. he was rigid the entire drive to your mom's place.

Fiancé Nanami who could barely keep his eyes off you as you two made your way up the stairs to your mom's cozy townhome. the way your dress hugged your body, the sweet perfume you wore temporarily distracted him from how his stomach had knotted itself too many times for his liking. you could practically feel his anxiety beneath his warm skin, so you gave his hand a squeeze and offer him a bit more reassurance.

"I need you to look at me," you demanded softly. you two were right in front of the door, crickets beginning their evening symphonies filled the air. your fiancé could feel his heavy pulse in his ears, but brought his attention to you anyway, finding comfort in your steady, gentle gaze.

"everything is going to be fine. even if she doesn't like you, which I doubt because you're the greatest, most respectable person i've ever known, that won't get in the way of our plans. i'm still going to marry you, I'm still going to be Mrs. Nanami and have all your kids." his heart swelled at your words, and he leaned down to kiss you.

Fiancé Nanami who kindly and gently shook your mother's hand when she opened the door. he was a tall individual, so your mother's head moved up and down as she gave him a once over. he swore his tie began to strangle him under her careful stare. after introductions, you two were lead inside to the dining room, his hand still secured in yours.

Fiancé Nanami's articulate speech and gentlemanly mannerisms won your mother over quickly. they engaged in deep conversation about his career as a successful CEO and your mother's career, as well as the current status of your relationship. he took this as his opportunity to gush about how enamored he is with you. your mother would glance over at you from time to time as if to telepathically say: "I don't know where you found him, but i'm glad you did. he's definitely a keeper."

as the night wore on, however, Fiancé Nanami was finding it hard to focus when your hand casually rested on his thigh under the table. what started off as a mere touch of endearment became much more. rubbing your palm up toward his crotch, letting it simultaneously slide inwards, your fiancé had to fight to keep up his respectable demeanor.

Fiancé Nanami who was finding it harder to focus on the topic of discussion because your hand had so callously wandered over his bulge, your manicured fingers tracing the outline. he cut a glance over to you find you completely unfazed; in fact, you looked invested in what your mother was saying. meanwhile, he was doing everything he could to keep his breath steady and the pink tint out of his cheeks.

Fiancé Nanami who looked both ecstatic and bewildered at your mother's offer for the two of you to stay the night. with the way you were teasing him, all he was able to think about was getting you home and ravishing you until dawn. your mother broke through his thoughts: "it's late, and I wouldn't want you two to worry about the drive home. please, stay, I insist." who could turn down that kind, motherly tone? certainly not the two of you.

Fiancé Nanami who only marveled at your girly childhood room and its keepsakes for so long before you threw yourself on him. he returned your deep, fervent kisses, tasting your mom's cooking on your tongue.

"darling, slow down," he huffed against your lips as you fumbled with his belt and he with your dress zipper. "we can't make too much noise..."

you responded with a simper, one that had him straining against his dress pants. "then you better keep quiet."

Fiancé Nanami who was reminded how pretty you looked with your painted lips wrapped around his cock. you left mauve lipstick marks on his thighs, his pelvis, his dick. it was almost like art to him, the way you painted his skin like it was the most lewd canvas. he covered his mouth with his palm, his eyes fading in and out of focus as you slurped him salaciously.

"m-my love," his muffled words managed to reach your ears over the sounds your mouth made on him and your soft moans. "this is so wrong, doing this to me i-in your mother's home. nngh, God- ease up, I-i'll cum..."

Fiancé Nanami who quickly disregarded the risk of getting caught and possibly receiving a tongue-lashing great enough to make God cry, as you bent over your old bed, ass perked up for him. all he could think of now was how wet you must be at this point, how you've probably been thinking of this since y'all left home. hot puffs air condensed around his lips as he rubbed his tip against your slick folds.

"so wet. this what you wanted, love? to be fucked senseless in your old room, your mom just outside?" his husky, carnal voice only made you wetter. "am I really making a woman so slutty my wife?"

Fiancé Nanami who had to fight himself and you to keep you two covert. a big calloused hand was clamped harshly over your mouth that couldn't seem to contain its wanton vocalizations. his thrusts weren't as powerful as they usually are, the sound of slapping skin usually enough to let your neighbors know what you two got up to in the late hours of the night. his deep, slow strokes still had the same effect of making you want to remind those beyond your room walls who you belonged to.

"told me to me to keep it down..now look at you, fuckin cryin on my dick." you loved when he got vulgar, it made you clench around those inches of him inside you. "I know you want it deeper, honey, you want it harder, I know. we can't, c-cant make too much noise though." "but you'll still be a good girl for me right? you'll cum all over me like the good slut you are..." how could anyone resist that gravelly voice in their ear when he's balls deep in you?

Fiancé Nanami who lets go with a shudder and guttural groan, filling you to the brim with his cum, as your tight walls spasmed around his length. you cried behind his palm, eyes rolling back, toes curling. he littered kisses all over your neck and back, not daring to leave marks anywhere visible. with each heavy breath he released, he made it known how much he adored you.

"...love you..y'always so good to me, always make me feel like no one else has...I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife..."

Fiancé Nanami who made sure you two took proper precautions before going to bed. he made you go pee while he bashfully sought out your mother, in his hastily put-on clothes, to see if she had clothes for you to sleep in. when he returned with one your mother's nightgowns, he'd heard the shower running.

"I got you some clothes from your mother, they're on the counter." he informed you before approaching the steamy translucent curtains. "can I join you?"

Fiancé Nanami who held you close after you both have washed up and have dressed as best as you can for sleep. he planted kisses over the crown of your hair, your temple, the corner of your lips. the feel of your fiancé's smooth lips on your skin helped you drift off faster. his low, silky voice was the last thing you registered before you were nestled comfortably in the embrace of sleep.

"sleep well, my love. thank you for tonight and all the wonderful nights to come."

[dejwritesarchived]

DEBT, CHAPTER FOUR

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi,

➣ chapter summary: y/n goes grocery shopping with geto & gojo revealing more and more about toji's branch.

➣ tags: @ihateliyah @galaxness @ceeriusly-dumb @stephanythedramaqueen @maydayaisha @littlemochi @babe-im-bi @todo7roki @thicksimpx @whatdidhesayyyy @hellavile @protectpancakes @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrll @justtoblivious2u @aasouthteranoswife

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YOU FIDDLED WITH THE ENDS OF YOUR DRESS as you were sitting outside the office door, Toji was in a meeting with the other members discussing your father. You didn't want to be a burden than you already were, so you didn't understand the sudden meeting to discuss your father. Perhaps it was the fact that another yakuza got a hold of your father. Maybe your father owed them money also. It wouldn't shock you. You just felt a knot twist inside your stomach due to the fact that you wondered what exactly was your dad doing with this money? He no longer was providing funds for your life so why was he asking people in the yakuza for money.

Your head leaned back to be met with the wall, your eyes closing as you let your breath go back to normal. You found yourself holding your breath in to avoid having a panic attack or freaking out. A perfect day of shopping turned shitty because of your father's crimes. As the door was pushed open, you saw the men exit one by one and last was Toji. He stared at you, "I'm off to this meeting, please don't leave the house." Toji said to you.

"Wait, what about my father?" You asked as you followed behind him.

"I'll be sure to bring him up at the meeting to see if any of the other yakuza branches have him. But, if another yakuza have him he must owe them money also." Toji explained as you walked by his side. "Which means if they can't get the money out of him, they're coming for you next. We don't even know if that small conversation you had with him could have helped whoever has him track you," Toji explained as he let out a sigh.

His dark-colored eyes staring down at you. "Just don't leave the house. I'm leaving Gojo and Geto here with you and Megumi okay?" He says staring at you.

"Okay." You simply said as you watch him walk by you with Nanami and some other men and sooner leave the house.

You would let out a sigh before your feet were guiding you to the living room after hearing the bickering between Geto and Gojo. When you walked into the living room, Geto was holding Megumi and trying to move away from Gojo. "He likes me better so please let us be." He said as he finally plopped down on the couch.

"He likes me better, do I need to remind you I was the one-"

"Who transported his mother to the hospital so she could have him. You don't let us fucking forget." Geto uttered as his large hands covered Megumi's tiny ears muffling him out from hearing him cuss as if Megumi could even understand him.

You let out a chuckle at the sight as you finally joined them in the living room. When Megumi saw you, his little arms reached out for you. "Well, looks like he likes her better than both of us." Gojo pointed out as he sat down flipping through the channels on the flat screen tv that was mounted on the wall.

"That's only because she has boobs." Geto kissed his teeth playfully rolling his eyes at you as you collected Megumi from his arms.

You held Megumi close to your chest as you were rocking him. His head instantly lay on your chest before Geto pointed at you and laughed. "I told you," he said before his eyes went to texting on his phone.

"Megumi's mom, what happened to her?" You questioned as you wiggled your way in between the two men on the couch. They instantly grew quiet before Gojo cleared his throat to talk.

"She passed away giving birth to the little guy in your arms," He answered. "But don't tell Toji, we told you. He doesn't really talk about it like that," Gojo explained.

"We? I didn't tell her. You did." Geto pointed out, his finger pointing at Gojo who rolled his eyes. "No one ever brings it up," He soon adds. "It's kinda an unspoken rule to not bring it up. Toji told her she died and kept it at that, didn't he?" He asked.

You would only nod as you were holding Megumi. "Kept it short and changed the subject," You responded as you looked at the two guys.

"And let's change the subject now, I'm starving. Suguru, go out and get us food!" He whined as he grabbed the television remote to turn on the tv.

"No, we can't leave the house. Go eat something that's in the kitchen." Geto responded.

"There's nothing there, you know Toji always orders out or eats at some fancy restaurant," Gojo sighed.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you stood up. You held Megumi on your waist, feeling the little baby kicking his feet and babbling your ear off with the most adorable baby noises. You didn't even fully see the house you were currently living in. Other than your room and the living room, you should have given yourself a tour. When you entered the kitchen, you were completely breathless. It felt like one of those nicely built kitchens on those home improvement shows. The stainless steel fridge with a touch screen on it to the dual fuel stainless steel stove. However, it felt so empty. Like no one bothered to step inside it for months. You walked further into the kitchen instantly going to the fridge to open it. It wasn't much in the fridge other stuff that obviously was meant for Megumi. "When was the last time he's been grocery shopping?" You asked as your eyes looked at Megumi who would only let out another baby noise.

"As I said, he's always ordering out or going out to eat. He only gets stuff for Megumi." Gojo answered as he joined you in the kitchen. He hutches over the kitchen island that was in the center of the kitchen.

"Let's go grocery shopping." You said as you looked at him. "I can't be living here and not have food in the fridge," You said.

"He specifically told us to not leave the house," Geto said as he entered the kitchen. "What's not clicking in both of your heads?" He asked as he tapped at his own head.

"He won't know we left the house unless you guys tell," You explained. "Megumi and I will be keeping our mouths shut," You add.

Gojo face lit up in excitement as he would look at you. "I'll get my car keys, you grab Megumi's jacket and car seat."

"Got it!" You simply said as you would leave the kitchen. You stopped at Geto who was pinching at the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Are you coming with us?" You asked.

"I don't really have a choice, just give me Megumi and go get his stuff," Geto says as he extended his arms to hold Megumi.

You gave him a smile and Megumi before skipping out of the kitchen to not only change into something more comfortable other than the dress you had on, but also Megumi's stuff. You had grabbed his jacket, diaper bag, and car seat. When you came back downstairs, the trio was waiting for you. You stepped into the living room with the things you needed, handing Megumi's jacket to Geto to put on him. As you walked towards the door, you grabbed the spare key out of the jar near the door and the three of you left.

"If he gets upset, I will take the blame." You said out loud as you walked towards Gojo's car.

"No, we can't have that," Geto said. "We'll take the blame." He said.

"No, it was my idea. I'll take the blame. Plus, as I said; I can't live in a home with no food and not be able to cook home cook meals," You said as you watched Geto securely put Megumi in the backseat of Gojo's car.

The car ride to the nearest grocery store was short and subtle. You knew Toji was a busy man, but you didn't understand why it seemed like the kitchen has been untouched for months. It made you question, just how did he cope with the loss of Megumi's mom. When you three entered the grocery store, Geto was pushing around the cart while Gojo was holding a curious Megumi who was taking in his newer surroundings. You would begin to put fruits and vegetables in the cart, glancing down at your iPhone at the little list you made on your way here.

"How long have you two worked with Toji?" You asked as you leaned over looking at the different variations of meat before eventually choosing different ones.

"For a while. It's a couple of us that's been working with him and just worked our way up," Geto answered as he was pushing the cart.

"I can tell. He seems to put all his trust into you guys." You answered. "Especially considering he's much older than you guys," You responded.

"I guess, you could say that. He gave us a chance." Geto answered. "We all started somewhere and Toji was there to give us a chance," He explained.

You two walked side by side down the aisle where baby food was at. You went to go place some baby food in the cart, but Geto stopped you. You noticed that his arm brushed against yours as he's grabbing a different one. "Megumi hates that one," he commented at the one that was in your hand.

Your lips formed a perfect 'o' shape before putting back what you had. You had picked up some baby snacks that Megumi would eat and placed them in the cart. "What do you mean about he gave you guys a chance?" You asked. Now it was your time to push the cart.

"Well, Gojo actually is next in line to run his family branch—" You interrupted Geto's words.

"Really?" You questioned in disbelief.

"Yes. His family has a lot of influence business-wise. His mother just doesn't think he's ready just yet, so here he is working for Toji who reports to his mother about his improvement and such." Geto answered.

You were taken back by this before you glanced around. You were so into talking with Geto, that you didn't even notice Gojo or Megumi was nowhere in your sight. You knew Megumi was safe with Gojo, but your heart still quickened at the sight that Megumi wasn't near you. "Where did he go with Megumi?"

Geto let out a sigh before he's grabbing the end of the cart and dragged it to another aisle. You weren't too far behind Geto who turned into the aisle filled with snacks and sweets. You could hear Megumi's joyful noises as Gojo was holding him as he was looking at different snacks. "Y/N, could you get me these?" He yelled loudly as ever.

"You're the gangsta here, I should be asking you to get the groceries for me." You responded as you walked towards him. He didn't even wait for your response before dropping it in the cart. "I think we have everything for now."

"Yeah, let's go. We need to get back home before Toji does," Geto reminded as he looked at his watch for the time.

"To check out we go!" Gojo exclaimed as he would pick up another thing and throw it in the cart.

When you were done grocery shopping, you made your way back to Toji's house. While Geto and Gojo grabbed the grocery bags, you grabbed Megumi's car seat and was carrying him to the house. You went through your purse searching for the key, but the front door tugged open with a quickness. The look from Toji was filled with relief, but you could tell he was upset.

"Before you get down their throats, just letting you know that it was my idea. I saw your fridge was pretty empty—" Your words were cut off quickly by Toji.

"I told you to stay here. This could have waited." Toji said as you followed him into the house. "What if somebody was waiting outside the gate for you three?" He asked. His eyes then went to Geto and Gojo who were avoiding even glancing in Toji's direction.

"And you two should know better than to let her influence your decision," Toji firmly stated as he's taking Megumi's car seat out of your head and walked away without another word.

You watched as he disappeared upstairs and you turned to look at the two men behind you with an apologetic look. "We'll put the stuff away and head out," Geto said. "Just give the man his space." He stared at you noticing the look of interest on your face. "You're about to go talk to him aren't you?"

"Yes." You said as you twirled around to follow behind Toji. "He can't stay mad at me forever," You added.

"We'll lock up before we leave. We won't see you until next week though," Gojo reminded.

"Next week? Where are you guys going?" You stopped in your tracks and turned back around to look between the two.

"It's a secret. We just have to handle some business for Toji," Geto answered. He noticed the look on your face before walking towards the kitchen with the groceries. "Do not pester us anymore about it." He said.

Your lips parted to interject, but nothing came out as you admitted to defeat. You turned around to climb the stairs to find Toji, and when you made it to the second level of the luxury home you could hear the sound of the bathtub running in one of the bathrooms. When you walked towards the bathroom, the door was slightly cracked.

The thing is, you were an extremely confident woman. You held your head up high in a workplace filled with snakes every night when you had to work. You let words of passion sting your tongue just to get extra money from the men who would gladly be your footstool. But here you were swooning over Toji's words as you were eavesdropping.

"Did you at least have fun with the three stooges tonight?" He cooed at Megumi.

Your heart softened at the sound of Megumi's faint laugh before you're eventually knocking on the door and coming into the bathroom. You saw Toji kneeled down in front of the bathtub with the little baby bathing seat in it while he was giving Megumi a bath. You joined Toji, kneeling next to the tub as Megumi was enjoying the bits of bubbles that were in the small baby tub.

"What if you guys got hurt?" Toji asked as he glanced over at you. You still could sense that he was upset by his body language and when your eyes met his, you could see the disappointment.

"I'm sorry," You said as leaned against the tub. Your eyes stared at Megumi who was kicking his little feet enjoying the small bits of water that were in the pastel-colored baby tub. "I noticed it wasn't any food in your fridge and then Gojo and Geto explained that you hardly use the kitchen."

Toji's eyes that once were looking at you closely quickly drifted away to continue the task of washing up Megumi. "I'm hardly home, so it's no point." He uttered before he was back washing Megumi.

"But I'm living here now," You pointed out.

On some evenings when you worked—the one thing about your apartment was that it felt like a home. You found yourself swinging around a shiny silver pole every night, but other than the number of yen bills you collected, you adored coming to the comfort of your own home. Even though Toji's mansion was huge enough to house not only house a couple of his men, it still didn't feel like home. Perhaps, it did before the despairing death of Megumi's mom.

"And?" Toji questioned as he would glance over at you.

It took you a while to notice that he was staring past you at the baby towel behind you which you grabbed to give to him. "I can't live in a home that doesn't feel like home." You shrugged your shoulders carelessly. "As corny as it sound, but I like to cook warm meals on my nights off  and just enjoy the space I live in. I don't know, I guess you can say that my old place was like my comfort zone. I forget all about my occupation when I'm home."

"I want to be able to do that here considering the tasks you'll be giving me and the fact that my father could be held hostage by someone dangerous." You sighed. "But I'm sorry, I should have came to you first. I could have gotten Megumi hurt and that's something I do not want to do."

You watched as Toji's lips parted to speak, but he soon closed them before collecting Megumi from the baby bathtub and leaving the bathroom. You stood up off your knees to follow behind him. "It's okay," Toji said as he waltz into Megumi's room.

For some reason, you felt like it wasn't okay. You sense that he was building up a wall around himself. "Why do I feel like it's not?"

You watched as he gently placed Megumi down on the changing table. You never noticed that Toji did everything pertaining to Megumi in such a routine manner. Despite running one of the largest crime organizations, he still remembered the routine of bathing and dressing his son. From using a specific lotion for Megumi's skin to only putting him in a cute grey-colored onesie just in case the little guy got hot. He was a wonderful father even though his duties as the head of a yakuza was slowly tugging him away.

"Nevermind, let's just leave it at that. I'm going to go shower," You sighed as you walked out the room.

Toji didn't say anything. Megumi's room grew quiet with only the sound of Megumi's babbles bouncing off the walls. You were forced to walk towards your room with your own thoughts, most of them involving the man you were in debt to. Toji Fushiguro.

You spent two hours in your room buying attire for work. You had showered and changed into a black and white-colored silk pajama set. Even when the hot water clashed against your smooth skin, you still couldn't stop thinking about Toji. Behind your closed door, you could hear shuffling back and forth, assuming he was on his way to bed but Megumi woke up. You clicked on the television that was mounted on the wall, thinking your favorite guilty pleasure reality tv show would ease your mind. Which it was a poor attempt to not think about Toji until you could hear your stomach growl in hunger.

You looked at the time on your phone, you didn't even notice how late it got after taking your shower and taking comfort in your room. Toji and Megumi were probably sleeping. If you wanted to make a safe trip to the kitchen—you would have to be quiet as ever. Swinging your legs over the edge of the queen-sized bed and sliding your feet into the soft pastel purple slippers. You opened your door slowly before making your way down the hall, being sure to tip toe as light as a feather to prevent any unnecessary noise.

When you finally made it downstairs, you walked into the kitchen and nearly jumped seeing Toji's big stature sitting on one of the stools that were aligned to the miniature bar top connected to the kitchen island. Chopsticks in hand as he was eating a bowl of Ramen. A pack of ramen you had just brought from the grocery store earlier. Your stomach screamed for you to eat something before you're going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and you reached in the cabinets to the best of your ability to grab a granola bar. You still could feel some form of tension between yourself and Toji and you decided to just give him his space.

"I don't want to get attached to you, you know?"

You turned around slowly to look at him. Your back is pressed against the counter before you're walking toward him. You hopped on the counter near him waiting for him to say more considering the words he just said left you speechless. Tearing the wrapper of the granola bar open and taking a bite from it. You couldn't figure out if the knots forming in your stomach were due to hunger or you being nervous. The lingering thought of Gojo and Geto talking about his past wife ran in your mind like a professional track star.

"I already have the horrendous thought of possibly leaving Megumi in this world without both his mother and father in my mind constantly. I don't think I can handle leaving you alone too." He admitted.

Your throat went dry. Your mind went blank. Your words were trapped in your throat. "Then we shouldn't get attached to each other. After all, I'm just paying off my debt." You said.

You watched as Toji's expression changed before he's letting a rough chuckle escape his mouth. He's sliding the bowl of ramen towards you, "Then you eat up because you have another task tomorrow." He took the granola out of your hand and took a bite of it and stood up off the stool.

As you grabbed the chopsticks, your eyes watched Toji walk towards the exit of the kitchen. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger on his broad shoulders. Or the way his pecs were nicely noticeable in the white wife-beater he had on. Your teeth bit at your lip watching it, now regretting the words you told him two minutes away. How could you not get attached to the Toji Fushiguro? He was rich, an amazing father, caring, the way he looked at you, and you could go on (without mentioning the rich & nice body part more than once).

Your devious thoughts were interrupted when Toji turned around to look at you. The granola bar that once was in your hand in between his teeth as he let his fingers glide through his hair. Even such a small task like this caused his muscles to pulse. He swallowed the bite of the granola bar he took and begin to speak.

"Because I need you to seduce my cousin for me."

[gojology]

Teddybears and Shitty Cards.

back to homepage pairing : yuuji x gender neutral reader warnings : minor cursing, fluff wordcount : 1529 a/n : i hope i did u yuuji stans justice .. probably not but this is rlly good for my characterization :) also i thought that gojo wasn’t as well loved as megumi/yuuji/nanami etc but holy shit i thought wrong. my megumi and nanami fics got little to no attraction, or maybe i write them horribly, idk. is gojo satoru the best husbando in jjk? (the answer is yes.) also uh.. i didnt proof read this ████████████████  100% Complete. Enjoy your game.

     “Itadori!” you yell, panting, cupping your hands together around your mouth to amplify your voice. He had asked you prior to meet with you for Valentines in this particular park, most likely because it was Valentines day.        You had to admit, his selection in nice places was clearly defined. The views from the hill you and him sat upon was spectacular, you could see the city in it’s whole. This was amplified with the setting of the sun, a hazy beautiful orangey-yellow gradient was all the eye could see from up here.       It was definitely worth the walk up the steep hill, and you took a much needed seat and breather on the painted wooden bench, pulling out your water bottle you take a long swig, wiping the sweat off your brow as you did so.       You took a quick sneak peek at Yuuji, who was humming a tune, earbuds in. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you leaned closer into his shoulder. His thumbs were fumbling with something, which you now realized was a Nintendo Switch.       “Watcha playing?” you ask, breathing in his scent. Remnants of candy and baked goods filled your nose.        Yuuji didn’t say anything back, instead continuing to hum and mumble a few lyrics, lost in his own world.       It was only until you impatiently tapped at his broad shoulders to pay attention to you. He jolted up, looking left and right before finally realizing you were sitting next to him. Taking a deep breath in, he cheerfully smiled before taking one of his earbuds out.       “Hey! You came early~ are you excited to see me?” he questioned, setting his Nintendo Switch into his backpack before picking up what seemed to be a bag right next to him.      “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be, baby?” you reply back, grinning, deciding to pay no mind towards this bag. Yuuji was quite popular, especially revolving sports or something along the lines of that. Many famous coaches had said that he possessed super-human strength, and he had been showered in contracts with sport teams not long after those few words.       In return, this caused Yuuji to be insanely busy with many interviews and pelted with multiple adult-y stuff to do, which had hurt you exceptionally. It greatly hindered the relationship between you two. Weekly visits turned into monthly, and you couldn’t bare to see him drown in all his work. He was a busy guy, but yet always so carefree, and you didn’t want that carefree childish aspect of him to disappear. After all, that was something you loved about Yuuji.       He looked up at you with a reassuring beam, and you felt yourself melt under those warm eyes. “Aww, that makes me happy, (Y/N). Scratch that, you make me happy!” facing you, he gave you a quick peck on your cheek. Your heart bursts, it had been too long since you felt that specific thing, and you give him a gentle kiss back, running a hand through his fluffy hair.       “I missed you. It’s been too long since I’ve talked to you, lovebug. Schedule is jampacked. But I met some nice friends along the way, and my coach is super nice!” he rambled on, fumbling with the handles of this mysterious bag.       “Oh? How so?” trying to make conversation, you want to appear as interested as he talked about his coach, but you were focused on his outfit and how he looked in general.        He had gotten way more stronger, you noted. He was much more scrawnier when you two first started dating, and you wondered how his cuddles might feel like. Something that didn’t change though, was his horrible fashion sense. Wearing a turquoise t-shirt with a lemon yellow jacket over it, you almost winced. Yuuji dressed like a 6th grader who had their mom pick out clothes for them.        “...And he annoys the absolute shit out of his co-worker, Utahime. It’s funny! I also met this guy named Nanami and I have no idea how my coach and Nanami are friends. Nanami always looks like he’s on the verge of murdering him whenever he opens his mouth to speak! Oh and also me and my coach made Valentine cards together and I worked really hard on it and I just know you’ll like it! Also-”       “Alright, alright. That’s a mouthful.” you sang sarcastically, Yuuji awkwardly laughed and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, looking at you like you had caught him stealing a cookie out of a jar at 12 AM.       “Sorry. I get carried away a lot.” he says, peering into the bottomless pit inside the bag. You couldn’t quite see what was inside of it.       “No, no. I think it’s cute, Yuuji-san! I didn’t forget how you acted in the span of 1 month, why would I be dating you if I thought you were annoying?” hoping this’ll knock some sense into him, you closely examine his body language for any changes, hoping that went through his mind.       You had to make sure, the guy was dumb when it came to social cues.       “Ohh, really?” he looked up, pointer finger on his chin, a confused expression covering his features. “I didn’t know, I’ll act more annoying for you then!”       Smacking your forehead, you studied your shoes, too giggly to look at him eye-to-eye. “That’s not what I meant, idiot.”       “...What did you mean then?” Yuuji quizzed, tilting his head to the side. You really couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, you’d think that all sport players would be brutes and be masculine and perhaps... Not stupid? But here you were.       “No bother.” waving your hand as a dismissal of the conversation, you instead lean towards the bag he was holding, fluttering your eyelashes. “What’s this?”       “It’s a surprise~” he responded, obviously giddy. You felt yourself soften once more, how could someone be so cute just answering a question?        “Hey, come on!” tugging on his arm, you try to yank the bag away, curiosity killing you. His grasp was firm, and he laughed as you did so, it felt good to hear him laugh like that again.         “Okay, okay! Fine. Here, go at it.” handing you the bag, you practically ripped the handles off, ecstatic to see what could possibly be waiting to be discovered.          Inside was an incredibly large teddy bear, soft. The color was almost exactly the same shade of Yuuji’s, and you squeal, hugging the plush.          “Awww! This is so cute! I woulda never believed you’re smart enough to get a good gift for me!” you joked, he caught the sarcasm this time, giving you a confident grin. He liked the compliments.          “It’s supposed to be me.” placing a hand onto his chest dramatically. “I don’t know if you realized though.”          Scoffing, you put the teddybear to the side. “Of course I’d realize! I’m not dumb, Yuuji-san!”          “Why not? We could be dumb together! Also, there’s something extra at the very bottom that I think you’d like.”          Blinking, you realized that you had completely forgotten about the bag between your legs. Looking back down and rummaging for what possibly could be there, you pull out a card.          On the front, there’s a tacky lopsided heart, made with glitter glue. It seems there are also many failed attempts of starting this large heart at the sides of it. At the top, there’s a large, “Happy Valentines Day!” in red marker that was also uneven. Underneath the heart? A stick figure drawing of you and Yuuji, which was also... Pretty horrible.         Stifling a giggle, you open the card, eyes scanning the left for anything, you turn to face the right as soon as you deem it clear. That’s where the writing is.         Dear Y/N,          I love you very much and I know I do not spend that much time with you anymore but you still make me very happy. My coach was very nice and gave me Valentines day off because he felt bad.      I had to run to the nearest drugstore to get you this teddybear, but me and Mr. Coach decorated this together! He says he’s a very good drawer and I agree. I think the drawing is very detailed. He also helped me with the heart (we picked out the color together) and we had a lot of fun decorating. He says my handwriting looks really bad (is that true?) can you please help me fix it later? :(                                                                           With a lot of love,                                                                              Your Boyfriend and Gojo Satoru (his cool coach that helped him write this, thank me later. I have no idea how you handle this guy, but God is he such an amazing kid.)      Looking back up from the card, you look at Yuuji, who is looking at you back, squeamish. Without another thought, you kiss him, soft and light ones on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere on his face. When you finally pull away, both of you are staring at each other fondly.        “Yes, I’ll help you fix your handwriting, dummy.”         Yuuji gave you a toothy smile that he only saved for the special ones in his life.

[xfangheartx]

Inuvember- Ichiro and Tsukihime

For @inuvember​! Since today’s a free day, I decided to showcase the relationship between my two OCs, Ichiro and Tsukihime!

 Ichiro sighed as he sat on the porch with his head resting in the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on one knee as he stared out at the horizon. His expression was...somewhat solemn as he watched some larks flitter about in the sky, playfully tweeting and chirping as they flew off together. As he watched them fly off, Kagome came from around the corner, carrying a basket of roots and herbs from the garden.

 "Ichi, can you come help me with lunch?" she asked as she prepared to head inside...but Ichiro didn't answer her, causing her to glance back at him. "Ichi? Sweetie, did you hear me?"

 "...Wha...?" Ichiro muttered as he noticed his mother. "Oh...hey, Mom. When did you get here?"

 "Sweetie, are you okay?" Kagome asked as she put the basket down and sat beside her oldest son. "You've been staring out into space like that for a while, now."

 "Oh, it's...it's nothing," Ichiro said as he looked back up at the sky. "Nothing at all."

 "I heard that before," Kagome quipped as she put her hand on Ichiro's shoulder, causing him to give her a side glance. "Ichi, what's wrong? You wanna tell me about it? You might feel a bit better if you do."

 Ichiro drew his lower lip into his mouth, biting his lip in contemplation. Then he looked back at his mother, who gave her that reassuring smile that she always made to let him know that he could trust her. With a sigh, the teenage quarter-demon turned to her and said...

 "How do you know when you're in love, Mom?"

 Kagome's eyes went wide while Ichiro looked at her with these almost pleading eyes...like he was really expecting some sort of answer.

 "This has been on your mind for a while, hasn't it?" Kagome asked.

 "Yeah," Ichiro replied as he cast his eyes to the ground. "A really long while."

 "...Ichi?" Kagome asked. "Is this...about Tsukihime, by any chance?"

"Well...I mean...not necessarily," Ichiro replied...his cheeks turning pink. "Is...is it really that obvious?"

 "Well, I'd be surprised if it was anyone else," Kagome said. "I mean, you two have been friends since you were little."

 "Yeah, I know," Ichiro said. "I mean...I never really felt weird about her in any way. We'd hang out, laugh about a few things, maybe roughhouse a little bit, but...lately...I've been seeing Tsukihime a little differently, now...and it makes me feel a little weird. It's like...my heart won't stop skipping beats and...I just can't get her outta my head and...!" He groaned as he ran his hands through his silvery-gray hair. "It's so damn frustrating!"

 Kagome's eyes softened at her son...and for a moment, she could have sworn that she saw a young girl in his place, sitting on a bench, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

 "Ichiro," she said, causing Ichiro to glance at her. "Believe me when I say that I know exactly what you're going through."

 "Really?" Ichiro asked.

 "Yeah," Kagome replied as she looked up at the sky. "You see, Ichiro, I didn't think I'd ever fall in love, either...but then I met your father and suddenly, everything just seem to click for me. I tried to say to myself 'Oh, it's just some silly crush, I'll probably be over him'...but I couldn't. No matter how much I tried, I could never get your father out of my mind. I didn't know your father for very long, but it sure felt like I knew him for my entire life." She then sighed with a fond smile as she looked down at the ground. "Before I knew it, I started to think about how our future would be...and now, look at us. I'm here and I'm married to him...and he and I...we have 5 beautiful children with another one on the way."

 Ichiro smiled slightly at his mother, then glanced down at her stomach: still flat, but he knew something was growing in there. It was still a bit hard to believe, but then again, with his parents, he wasn't surprised.

 "So, Ichiro," Kagome said. "Have you ever thought about what a future between you and Tsukihime might be like?"

 Ichiro folded his ears back and furrowed his brow in deep thought, then he closed his eyes.

 "Well," he began, "I...I see myself in maybe...ten years, I guess...and I still live in the village, but I have a house of my own, now."

 "Oh, I see," Kagome smiled. "What else?"

 "...Tsuki's there with me," said Ichiro, "and...we have a dog...and some farm animals."

 "...Any kids?" Kagome inquired.

 "...Yeah," Ichiro replied. "Uh...2...two daughters, born 2 years apart. One has...Tsuki's hair color, my eyes, and my ears...and the other has my hair color, Tsuki's eyes...oh! And they both have tails!"

 "...What are their names?" Kagome smiled, imagining herself with two grandaughters.

 "Our first daughter is called Nanami," said Ichiro, "and our second one is called Botan. Sometimes, they argue, but I can see them getting along." He then smiled warmly. "We're all happy and smiling...and we're sitting out on the porch, watching the sunset...and it's so beautiful...and Tsuki and I...we...we look at each other and...then we kiss."

 Kagome smiled lovingly at her oldest son before she pulled him into a tight side-hug, causing him to open his eyes as he looked at her.

 "That's beautiful, Ichiro," she said.

 "...You really think so?" Ichiro asked.

 "Yes, I do," Kagome replied. "I can tell you really do love Tsukihime."

 Ichiro smiled...but instantly, that smile disappeared as a look of worry appeared on his face.

 "...Should I...should I tell her?" Ichiro asked. "Or...is it too soon?"

 "Well, Ichi," Kagome began, "I can't really give you a straight answer on that one...but I will give you some advice." She gave him a knowing smile. "When the time is right...you'll know."

 Ichiro blinked at his mother, who gave him an impish little wink...and that made him smile, once again.

 "Hey, Ichi!"

 Ichiro turned to see Tsukihime waving at him from a distance.

 "Come on!" she called. "We're going to Haruyama Falls today!"

 "I'm coming!" Ichiro replied as he prepared to leave, but not without giving Kagome a quick hug. "Thanks, Mom...I love you."

 "I love you, too, honey," Kagome replied as she hugged her son back. "Now go have fun."

 With that, Ichiro turned and ran off to join Tsukihime, who smiled as they walked away together...but as they did, the former reached out and gently grabbed the latter's hand, causing her to glance at him...and yet, she didn't pull away. She just kept walking alongside him, her tail wagging left and right behind her.

 As they walked away, Kagome felt an arm wrap around her shoulder, causing her to glance back and see her husband grinning at her as he sat at her side.

 "He's only 13 and he's already talking about having kids," quipped Inuyasha.

 "Never hurts to think ahead," Kagome replied, causing a chuckle to rumble in his throat before he pulled her close to him...and pressed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss, which she lovingly returned.