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dreamingkitsunewrites · 6 months ago

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Lu this was GREAT🥺😻🥺

The title gave me a lot of good vibes already (it reminds me of Blink 182, which I love😅)

And then... I really enjoyed the way you portray the fluffy moments of intimacy with Toji and Shiu's attitude...

The part of the pics simply melted my heart😭

What's My Age Again?

I can't allow his birthday to pass and post nothing. Happy Birthday to our husband, Toeji <3

Fluff, crack, suggestive but we are tame today!

“Birthday plans? You bent over the counter, ass covered in caramel and sprinkles.”

“For fucks sake, Fushiguro. Its Sunday.”

Toji smiled and kissed your cheek before rolling on top of you. “Even better. When you say ‘Oh God’, it won’t be in vain.” His hand traveled down to your waist as the rough pads of his fingers delicately traced your skin.

You laughed and it felt like heaven showed itself to him as your eyes closed and disappeared with every chuckle that left your lips. Your husbands birthday was coming up. What you thought was to be a special one. And it was only appropriate that you attempt to give him a sweet party with his favorite foods and favorite people.

“Baby. Be serious. Its a big deal. You’re turning 40. We’ve gotta do something to celebrate that.”

Raising his eyebrow and moving to sit up on his elbow, he mischievously smiled. “Babydoll, who told you I was turning 40?”

“Uhh well, Shiu told me that yo-”

“Shiu is playing with you and I am more so amazed that you don’t know how old I am without askin.”

Confused and honestly a little a perturbed, you sat yourself up, gathering the sheet to cover your bare chest. “Okay, lets be clear here. I asked Shiu 6 years ago at that party he had for his wife how old you were because you were being all elusive and shit about it.”

“And he told you 34?”

“Yes. he told me you were 34.”

“Sweet pea. I’ve got a 19 year old. That would’ve made me a teen dad.”

Even more confused now, you furrowed your brow. “No offense Fushiguro but if you were getting around the way you were in your 30s, I-”

The scar over his lip rose and he squinted “I’m going to pretend like you weren’t going to say that.”

Your giggle was almost immediately muffled by his attack of kisses. “You’ve got the hottest dilf this side of the Meguro river. That’s all that matters.” He spoke into your neck and wrapped his arms around you.

“I suppose so. But I want to have a little party for you. Something more than just a cake, a vacation and me bent over whatever surface you request for that year.”

“You’re saying this like it isn’t the best gift every single time.” Toji laid his head on your chest, kneading and almost settling into your bosom like a cat. “And every year we go through this where I sat its not a big deal and you say-”

“But it is a big deal!” you both spoke in unison as Toji raised the pitch oh his voice to tease you. You thumped his forehead and he squeezed you with a grin.

You could leave it alone. Let ignorance be the blissful heaven it was meant to be and pretend to be okay with not knowing his age.

Or you could let that nosey trait do its job and find the truth.

“You’re right. You can be 75 and I’ll still want to slide down your chest.” you winked and wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer.

“Atta girl.”

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The air in Shiu Kong’s office carried a faint whiff of leather and expensive cologne. It was the kind of place that screamed, “Don’t bother me unless someone’s dead.” You had only been here a handful of times, one to drag Toji’s ass out by his collar when he was attempting to get back into the business and the other when needing to drag Shiu’s ass out because his wife couldn’t find him. But today was different—you were here on a mission.

Shiu looked up from his desk as you entered, his eyebrow arching in mild surprise. “Well, well, if it isn’t my preferred half to Toji. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I need your help,” you said, plopping into the chair on the other side of his desk. “And by help, I mean information.”

Shiu smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Let me guess—Toji’s in trouble again? Or did he finally admit he lost that bet to me?”

“We’ll circle back to this betting nonsense,” you replied, folding your arms. “But I want to know how old he is.”

Shiu froze for a beat, then burst out laughing—a deep, throaty chuckle that made you regret walking through his door.

“I’m serious!” you insisted, leaning forward. “You gave me some dumb answer a few years back and you know him. He keeps dodging the question, and I know you know the answer.”

“Of course I do,” Shiu said, still grinning. “But what makes you think I’m going to tell you? This is gold. Why would I ruin the fun?”

“Because I’m desperate,” you admitted with a sigh. “He’s been deflecting all week—kissing me, telling me shit about our upcoming trip, changing the subject, the usual. I can’t let him win.”

Shiu tapped his chin thoughtfully, the smirk never leaving his face. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s in it for me?”

You narrowed your eyes. “The satisfaction of knowing you’ve driven me one step closer to sanity?”

“Tempting, but no.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Here’s the deal: I’ll give you a hint. Just one. But the rest? You’re on your own. And I want a pot of budae jjigae.”

“Fine,” you said, gripping the armrests of your chair. “It’s a deal. What’s the hint?”

Shiu grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “Let’s just say… Toji’s age is as elusive as his sense of responsibility. But if you really want to know, hes got this old duffel bag he’s had since I’ve known him.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t even considered that.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “That things like a treasure trove wherever he has it now. But I’ll warn you—whatever you find, you didn’t hear it from me.”

“Got it.” you said, standing up. “Thanks, Shiu. I’ll have your stew by the end of the week if this is at all helpful.”

“I like it spicy. And extra spam. Don’t forget!”

“You both eat like teenagers. No wonder your lady likes when we have potluck nights.”

Shiu shook his head, his laughter following you out of the office.

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Back at home, the closet was a mess. Toji’s version of “organized” could only be described as controlled chaos, with jackets tossed over boxes, stray weapons stashed in shoe racks and decade old pants flung on random shelves. You stood in the middle of it all, hands on your hips, staring at the heap of items you’d pulled out in your search for the infamous duffel bag.

“This man,” you muttered under your breath, tossing a rolled-up hoodie to the side. “How can he be so good at avoiding questions but so bad at cleaning?”

After moving a pile of shirts that hadn’t seen daylight in years you were sure, you finally spotted it—an old, worn duffel bag shoved into the back corner. Its faded black fabric looked like it had seen better days, and the zipper was barely holding on.

“There you are,” you whispered triumphantly, dragging it out and sitting in the center of the closet.

As you observed the bag to see where to start, something slipped out from the side pocket—a small stack of photographs, edges slightly bent with age. You picked them up, curious, and settled onto the floor to take a closer look.

The first photo caught you off guard. It was a black-and-white image of a young boy, maybe five or six, standing stiffly in front of a grand but cold-looking building. The Zenin compound, you realized. His clothes were neat but clearly hand-me-downs, and there was a wary look in his dark eyes, as if he didn’t trust the person behind the camera. Next to him stood another boy maybe a few years older and an older gentleman clearly smiling with a hint of inebriation under his cheeky grin.

Your chest tightened. He’s told you about most of his chidlhood. From bits and pieces about his mother to the rougher experiences living with power hungry nut jobs. You knew enough to know it hadn’t been easy. But seeing it—this quiet, vulnerable moment frozen in time—hit differently.

You flipped to the next photo. This one was brighter, taken outdoors. Toji looked a little older, maybe eight or nine, holding a wooden practice sword. He stood in a training yard, surrounded by other kids who all looked sharp and polished. Toji, on the other hand, now had the cut on his mouth and dirt smudged on his shirt. But what struck you was the determination in his expression—like he was daring the world to knock him down again.

“Oh, Toji,” you murmured, your fingers brushing over the edge of the photo.

The next image was the one that stopped you in your tracks.

It was Toji as a young adult, maybe twenty, twenty-one. He was sitting on a low wall, the setting sun casting warm light over his face. And he was smiling—not the smug, cocky grin you were used to, but a real, genuine smile. His hair was messy, and his posture was relaxed, almost carefree. For a moment, it felt like you were seeing a version of him untouched by the weight of the world.

Your heart swelled. You couldn’t help but smile back, as if the photo was alive and he could see you.

“What are you doing, snooping around?”

The sudden voice startled you, and you almost dropped the photos. Spinning around, you found Toji leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“I, uh…” You scrambled for an excuse, but your words died as you held up the picture of young Toji. “Is this you?”

His smirk faltered. For a moment, his expression softened as his gaze flicked to the photo in your hand. “Yeah. That was a long time ago.”

“You look… happy,” you said softly.

He didn’t respond right away, stepping into the room and crouching beside you. He plucked the photo from your hand, his thumb brushing over the surface as if remembering the moment it was taken.

“I guess I was, for a little while,” he said quietly. “The compound was quiet as my father had left to tend to business which meant my cousin was off being a nightmare in someone else’s life for a few hours. I’d say I was feeling pretty good.”

You didn’t push him for more. Instead, you reached out and placed a hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You deserved more of that.”

Toji glanced at you, his smirk returning—but this time, it was gentler, less guarded. “You getting all sentimental on me now?”

“Maybe,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

Toji placed the photo back onto the stack, his hand lingering as if reluctant to let it go. “Y’know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “I don’t keep these around to get all nostalgic. Just… sometimes it’s good to remember where you came from, even if it wasn’t great.”

You nodded, sensing the gravity in his words. “Makes sense. But seeing these, seeing you… it’s a reminder that you’ve come so far.”

Toji snorted lightly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t go writing me a Hallmark card now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Fine, no sappy speeches. But I mean it. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still here, still fighting. That says something.”

He gave you a sideways glance, a flicker of vulnerability passing through his eyes before he masked it with his usual smirk. “Guess I have my reasons for sticking around,” he said, his gaze lingering on you just a little too long.

Your cheeks warmed, but you weren’t about to let him derail the moment. “Speaking of sticking around,” you said, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin, “are you ever going to tell me how long you’ve been around? Y’know, your age?”

Toji smiled and went from a squat to sitting next to you. “You really don’t let up, do you? You really wanna know my age?”

“I’d sell a kidney ro know.”

He leaned back, groaning dramatically. “I mean, if you’re serious, I know a guy who would give you a great deal for one.”

You lighlty punched his arm before leaning your head onto him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, fine. But don’t go telling everyone, got it?”

“Swear on my life,” you said, clasping your hands together in mock solemnity.

Toji shook his head, leaning in closer. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered his age, his voice low and deliberate.

Your eyes widened as you pulled back to look at him. “Wait, really?!”

He shrugged, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Told you it wasn’t that interesting.”

“Not interesting? Baby, you basically just told me a state secret,” you said, still processing the number. “You’re not getting away with that so easily. We’re revisiting this conversation later.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, standing up and ruffling your hair as if to dismiss the subject entirely. “Now, c’mon. If you’re done snooping, I’m starving.”

You huffed, but couldn’t help smiling as he headed toward the kitchen. “This isn’t over, Toji!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he called over his shoulder, his tone teasing but light. “Keep dreaming.”

You couldn’t help but think about that smile in the picture—the one you’d just seen mirrored, if only for a moment.

“Wait for me old man! I don’t want your hip to slip or you forget where the onions are!.” You yelled as you made your way out of the bedroom!”

“When I have you asking me to stop, I’m going to show you whose old, sweet pea.”

You couldn’t help but think about that smile in the picture—the one you’d just seen mirrored, if only for a moment. “i’ll have you begging for a life alert, big boy.”

Your man. Your baby. You Toji.

(I’m saying he’s 45 currently, final answer huehuehue)

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