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My indecisiveness discovered a new art style to add on to my pile

Insp by @/thatsallitchief nerdjo (accidentally. he was just so ingrained into my mind my nerdjo ended up being similar) Does this even count as nerdjo it’s lwk just Gojo with glasses… 😓

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His tits look squishy and I feel accomplished

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My indecisiveness discovered a new art style to add on to my pile

Insp by @/thatsallitchief nerdjo (accidentally. he was just so ingrained into my mind my nerdjo ended up being similar) Does this even count as nerdjo it’s lwk just Gojo with glasses… 😓

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I needa post this before I forget abt it and before my art style changes for no reason at all again

But secret agent hybrid Gojo from my fanfic 😋

I like how I rendered this piece but I’m thinking of changing up my artstyle again. I feel like an immortal being not being able to remember his past lover’s face so every time I try to draw Gojo he doesn’t look like I’m doing him any justice at all 💔💔🫩

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MY EMPLOYEES ARE SECRET AGENTS || EPISODE ZERO: PROLOGUE

TAGS ೃ⁀➷ Fem!Mouse!Reader , CAFE!au , HYBRID!au , No use of “Y/N” , themes of discrimination/Prejudice/Bigotry , cursing , backstory , minor Satoru cameo

SYNOPSIS ✧.* How you came to open a cafe as a Mouse Hybrid

MASTERLIST TO THIS SERIES ✧.* >> My Employees are Secret Agents!

W.C 2.9k

EPISODE ONE: Your New Employee >>

Why doesn’t she have ears and a tail like you do?

You always wondered the same thing with each new doll that was donated to the orphanage. Every month there would be a donation of new toys and you’d be the most excited one for them. You’d always be the first one to look into the box, many kids complained that you had an advantage because you were an animal. Ms. Ranai told you to pay no mind to them as you’d continue to be first and look at all the toy cars, building blocks, figurines, animal plushies, and dolls. Pretty plastic dolls. Like mini runway models of— humans, of course. Back then when you were younger you’d assume the ears and tail fell off of it and you’d search the box or boxes to see if you could find them. You never did. The caregivers suggested you the animal plushies instead but, was it really the same? You aren’t an animal; but you aren’t a human either. Oh, how complicated it was to be a hybrid child.

You remember hiding in the corner of the playroom, behind the toy box with a pair of scissors, glue, a mouse plush, and a pretty, perfect, plastic doll. You’d cut off the ears and tail of the plush and glue them onto the doll. The stuffing would get everywhere, but you slid them into the corner so that the caretakers wouldn’t notice them. You’d finally have a doll that looked like you. It had the ears and the tail, the hands and the feet, a pretty, hybrid, plastic doll.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the calling of your name. You peek your head from your hiding spot to see Ms. Ranai, one of the older caretakers, spotting you. “That’s where you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for—“ She notices what you have done to the toys, “What in the world did you… nevermind. Come on, girl, your friend is about to leave for his new family. You have to say goodbye,” she pulled you out from behind the toy box by your wrist and dragged you down the hall to the entrance. You don’t remember a friend though.

Outside was the boy sitting on the steps, a backpack in hand, stuffed full with all his stuff. He heard the click of the door opening and whipped his head around, his gaze meeting Ms. Ranai then down to you. He smiled brightly.

“You came!” He scrambled to stand up.

Ms. Ranai smiled at the cheery boy, then down to you. Tapping your back, making you respond, “Yeah.”

“She couldn’t let you go without seeing for one last time.” Ms. Ranai smiled for you. The boy knew better though. “Oh! It looks like your family is here to pick you up now.” You raise your head to see a car pulling up to the curb. You glance away as the parents step out of the car.

“Ah—“ he turned his attention back to you, “Thank you for seeing me before I go,” the boy pulled out a bracelet from his pocket. He lent out a hand for yours. Hesitantly, you took it. He brought your wrist up and tied the handmade bracelet around your wrist. It sparkled with every pretty bead he could find in the bead box. “There,” he took a step back, “it’s for you! A friendship bracelet and something to remember me by.” You stared down at the bracelet, seeing it sparkle in the sun.

“I don’t have anything for you,” you mumbled

“Oh! Don’t worry about it! I never expected anything back,” he reassured but it made you feel more bad. You gripped tightly onto the doll you forgot was still in your hand before holding it up to him.

“For you— to remember me by.” You looked at the boy’s surprised face. He smiled softly as he gently took it out of your hands.

“It looks like you.” His small finger stroked the ear, “Thank you, nothing in the world would make me forget you though!” He smiled. Ms. Ranai reluctantly stopped the moment between you two as it was time for him to go. Ms. Ranai and you waved him off. That was the last time you’ve seen him. The first gift you ever got and first friend. Everytime you remember this day you feel bad. You never remembered his name, let alone his face. Ms. Ranai would tell you he’d be the boy that played with you during play time. All those moments were lost to time now.

Once the car was finally out of view, your smile dropped slightly, “Ms. Ranai?” You began, “Why do parents always pick the humans?”

“They don’t always do. You just tend to not be what they’re looking for.”

You knew what that answer meant though. Parents come to adopt a kid, not a pet.

———

“Doesn’t she carry diseases and stuff?”

“I heard you’d get rabies if she bites you.”

“Wha?! That’s so scary!”

“I feel bad for Chisaki, she’s the one who always has to sit next to her.”

“Who are we whispering about?” Your presence startled the three girls. You peered down at them from the window.

“O-oh! We didn’t see you there..”

“We were talking about another girl from class 2-B.” Another made up an excuse. One girl whispered to the other two girls.

“We— have to get going now uh- see you,” the girls scampered away like they were scared. One looked like they could shriek like they saw a rat. No rodent in sight but you.

You remember Highschool being fuzzy memories as not much happened. It was uneventful at most, except the times people spoke about you behind your back. No one bothered saying it to your face or put their hands on you because they feared a disease from you. When you were younger, it was a stupid thought, but you sometimes hoped it’d be like in the movies and people would say nasty words to your face. Someone would finally say something to your face. At least you’d come home with something to talk about. It was such a stupid thought every time you looked back on it.

“How was school?” Ms. Ranai would ask you as you finished preparing coffee for her, right after preparing dinner for the other kids. Over the years her skin sagged lower and her gray hair thinned. You hated being part mouse. You could hear her heartbeat slow every day.

“The usual,” you replied bluntly, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. You take a seat across from her.

“You always say that but never elaborate,” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Go to school, class, lunch, class, go home. There’s not much to really talk about,” you yawned, watching Ms. Ranai places down her cup with a soft thud, “My grades are good if that’s what you’re wondering about,” you smiled subtly and reassuringly.

“Don’t you think you should be having some fun with friends right now and still not at this orphanage with this old lady?” Damn.

“Hey— you tryna say I’m a loser, Ms. Ranai?” You raised a brow at her with scoff.

“You’re already gonna graduate in a few months, you’re going to head off to college, I can’t be the only person you’ll still talk to by then. I’m not gonna get any younger,” She furrowed her brows at you. The cold reminder made you quiet. You leaned back into your chair with crossed arms.

“I don’t think I am going to college,” you responded quietly as you glanced away, expecting some scolding. Ms. Ranai’s expression turned neutral, leaning closer with interest.

“Then what are you going to do, girl?” Her voice was eerily calm.

“I don’t know.” You rolled your eyes, “probably work here,” you waved your tail, gesturing to this place.

“I’m not going to hire you just because I know you.”

You frowned, “Then I’ll find a job somewhere else. Retail or fast food.”

“Are you gonna be happy with that?”

“I’ll be lucky enough to find a retail job to take on a rodent hybrid as an employee. It’s already a luxury for hybrids to have a stable life,” you shot back, leaning onto the table as well. Ms. Ranai paused, taking a deep breath. The silence made you assume you won in this conversation. She looked down and swirled the liquid in her mug.

“Your coffee is good,” she commented.

Your tense shoulders relaxed, “Well I hope so. It’s the only thing I like doing, along with making some light meals,” you shrugged.

“You should do something with that. A cafe of some sort,” her voice softened.

You let out a small laugh in disbelief, “Yeah no, no one is going to eat the food from a hybrid let alone I somehow get enough money to even open a place.”

Ms. Randi shrugged with a soft and faint smile, “food connects us all in more ways you could imagine, girl. You should give it a shot one day.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll probably be taking of you when I graduate, Ms. Ranai,” her smile faltered and she sighed.

“You need to dream bigger, you stupid girl.”

You frowned at the disappointed sigh. Did she really expect you to take on that idea?

A cafe. How stupid.

———

“Scram! Ya’ damn rodent, before I call the cops!” The bar owner threw you out onto the hard and snow covered asphalt, before slamming the door on you.

“Jeez! Fuck. I heard you for the first time! jackass. Didn’t need to throw me onto the ground…” You muttered to yourself through clenched teeth. You got up, brushing the snow and dirt off of yourself. You picked up your beanie that was hiding your big mouse ears from the snow. You caught a glimpse of the “No Hybrids allowed” sign hooked onto the door.

You frowned at the sign, tearing your gaze away from it as you walked away with your hands shoved in your pocket. It’s not worth it.

You walk back, tearing the sign off the door, and tossing it into a nearby trash can. Now you begin walking home. You never even liked that bar anyway. It was just the closest one after a long day of working at a crummy gas station. The scent reeked in there, you’d remember. The whole city reeked. Maybe it was because of your heightened senses of being a hybrid it bothered you more than most. But cities are supposedly the most hybrid friendly places in the country, not many options for someone like you to go.

The city. You’d hear each step made on the cement. Each crunchy step made on the snow. Every whisper and laughter. Every shift of gears in each car passing through. The faint music playing in each restaurant. Each flap of a bird’s wings flying high. Sucks, no? And it’s only night. During the day it’s worse. That’s just being a hybrid though. Heightened senses. “Superhumans.” That’s what hybrids were created to be eighty years ago. Now you all roam the streets as other humans, suffering from what is supposed to deem you as “better.” It’s a joke to ask to be equal to a human. It was biologically and socially impossible.

You got back home sighing in relief from the quietness of Ms. Ranai’s apartment. You shut the door behind you, shuffling for your keys to lock it. “I’m home!” You called out and slipped out of your shoes and into house slippers, “The bar found out I was a hybrid and kicked me out. The owner was nasty about it though, the asshole dragged me out of there and threw me onto the pavement,” you hung up your jacket on the racket. It was quiet, eerily so, “Ms. Ranai?” You called out. A cold and tense feeling welled up in your chest. You ran down the hall to her room, “Ms. Ranai!—“

You hate being a hybrid. You hate how you had to watch every human make friends with one another and you’d get left out like some freak. You hate how all the boys and hybrid boys all crush on the human girls. You hate how you couldn’t even get a job at a fast food restaurant because of lack of experience but the next morning you saw a little high schooler work there instead. You hate how you can’t even get a drink at a run down bar with average tasting alcohol because of your ears and tail. You hated how you couldn’t hear Ms. Ranai’s heart beat anymore.

You remember Ms. Ranai’s funeral was on a beautiful morning of snowfall. You stared out the window, watching each flake slowly fall down onto the cement. You left the responsibility of what happens to her body to the other caregivers at the orphanage. It was something you wanted to do but wondered if it was the right thing. You could see all the kids from the orphanage were in the other room, crying, confused, or neutral. You saw yourself in all of them. You lost the only person who was close to you. You lost a caretaker. You lost someone who was just there for you because you never got adopted. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard your name get called out.

“Yes? That’s me,” you spoke softly, turning your head to see a woman approaching you.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you miss,” a woman bowed respectfully to you, “I am sorry for your loss. Are you already aware that Ms. Ranai has left everything to you in her will?”

“Yes, I’ve heard already.”

“Mhm, she also wanted me to deliver this to you as well,” the woman handed you an envelope.

“Ah, thank you,” looking down at the envelope in your hands you open it slowly. You slip out a piece of paper, unfolding it to reveal a letter. You read through it quickly, letting out a chuckle. The amused sound caused the woman to tilt her head curiously, “that persistent old woman…” you mumble to yourself, “thank you miss, again,” your sorrow filled eyes replaced with a friendly gaze as you nodded at her while placing the letter back in the envelope.

“Yes, of course, miss.” The woman smiled back softly at you before making her leave.

You guess you could give it a shot.

———-

“Last night, two Highschool girls were reported to be missing from Ine, Kyoto, adding on to the overwhelming increased amount of missing persons cases from the beginning of last month—“

The News played from the small TV hung up in the corner as you stood from the counter, rubbing a glass clean with a cloth. The warm, orange rays of sun shined harshly through the windows, giving light to each empty booth. The glass gleamed with a glossy-like surface after you pulled the cloth away. You turned your attention fully on the TV as there were no customers to serve.

Another missing persons case? That’s the fifth one this month. At least it’s only from the town over.

“There were no signs of a break in but reports of hybrids found around the same area of the disappearances.”

The TV showed a low quality image of a blurry silhouette knocking over a trash bin. You clicked your tongue and frowned at the sight, placing the glass down with some force. Your tail flicked angrily as you muttered to yourself, “Now that’s just a lot of bull crap, that easily could’ve been some stray alley cat not a hybrid.”

“I know right?”

You shrieked as you jumped from the sudden other voice that was right next to you. You whipped your head around to see a buff and lean snow leopard hybrid sitting on one of your barstools. His hair was spiky and as white as the clouds. He wore near pitch black rectangular sunglasses and a smug smirk. He looked like a big guy, how in the world did you not hear him come in? Maybe you really do need to get a bell…

You muttered a curse to yourself as you held your chest, “I am so sorry sir— how long have you been there?”

“Not long so don’t worry,” he flipped out a flier, “I’m here to apply for the job!” He grinned widely as presented the near faded out print of the flier.

You never expected to hire someone at all, truthfully. Who would want a hybrid as their boss? You didn’t expect to even see another hybrid so far from Tokyo either. Let alone this weirdo that appears out of thin air waving your old flier you put out the first week you got here, looking for workers. Some people tore it right off the walls once they saw it. Not like you were surprised, but still offended. Hybrids are usually not welcome in towns in the countryside, but at least it was far quieter than the city. It’s why you went out here so far with the money Ms. Ranai left for you. A chance to give yourself time to find something to dream about.

You glanced up from the flier to him, his boyish smile made your eyes narrow skeptically. Looking back on it you don’t know why you eventually allowed such a man to be your first employee. But…

You don’t regret your decision.

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Art by me!

MY EMPLOYEES ARE SECRET AGENTS || EPISODE ZERO: PROLOGUE

TAGS ೃ⁀➷ Fem!Mouse!Reader , CAFE!au , HYBRID!au , No use of “Y/N” , themes of discrimination/Prejudice/Bigotry , cursing , backstory , minor Satoru cameo

SYNOPSIS ✧.* How you came to open a cafe as a Mouse Hybrid

MASTERLIST TO THIS SERIES ✧.* >> My Employees are Secret Agents!

W.C 2.9k

EPISODE ONE: Your New Employee >>

Why doesn’t she have ears and a tail like you do?

You always wondered the same thing with each new doll that was donated to the orphanage. Every month there would be a donation of new toys and you’d be the most excited one for them. You’d always be the first one to look into the box, many kids complained that you had an advantage because you were an animal. Ms. Ranai told you to pay no mind to them as you’d continue to be first and look at all the toy cars, building blocks, figurines, animal plushies, and dolls. Pretty plastic dolls. Like mini runway models of— humans, of course. Back then when you were younger you’d assume the ears and tail fell off of it and you’d search the box or boxes to see if you could find them. You never did. The caregivers suggested you the animal plushies instead but, was it really the same? You aren’t an animal; but you aren’t a human either. Oh, how complicated it was to be a hybrid child.

You remember hiding in the corner of the playroom, behind the toy box with a pair of scissors, glue, a mouse plush, and a pretty, perfect, plastic doll. You’d cut off the ears and tail of the plush and glue them onto the doll. The stuffing would get everywhere, but you slid them into the corner so that the caretakers wouldn’t notice them. You’d finally have a doll that looked like you. It had the ears and the tail, the hands and the feet, a pretty, hybrid, plastic doll.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the calling of your name. You peek your head from your hiding spot to see Ms. Ranai, one of the older caretakers, spotting you. “That’s where you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for—“ She notices what you have done to the toys, “What in the world did you… nevermind. Come on, girl, your friend is about to leave for his new family. You have to say goodbye,” she pulled you out from behind the toy box by your wrist and dragged you down the hall to the entrance. You don’t remember a friend though.

Outside was the boy sitting on the steps, a backpack in hand, stuffed full with all his stuff. He heard the click of the door opening and whipped his head around, his gaze meeting Ms. Ranai then down to you. He smiled brightly.

“You came!” He scrambled to stand up.

Ms. Ranai smiled at the cheery boy, then down to you. Tapping your back, making you respond, “Yeah.”

“She couldn’t let you go without seeing for one last time.” Ms. Ranai smiled for you. The boy knew better though. “Oh! It looks like your family is here to pick you up now.” You raise your head to see a car pulling up to the curb. You glance away as the parents step out of the car.

“Ah—“ he turned his attention back to you, “Thank you for seeing me before I go,” the boy pulled out a bracelet from his pocket. He lent out a hand for yours. Hesitantly, you took it. He brought your wrist up and tied the handmade bracelet around your wrist. It sparkled with every pretty bead he could find in the bead box. “There,” he took a step back, “it’s for you! A friendship bracelet and something to remember me by.” You stared down at the bracelet, seeing it sparkle in the sun.

“I don’t have anything for you,” you mumbled

“Oh! Don’t worry about it! I never expected anything back,” he reassured but it made you feel more bad. You gripped tightly onto the doll you forgot was still in your hand before holding it up to him.

“For you— to remember me by.” You looked at the boy’s surprised face. He smiled softly as he gently took it out of your hands.

“It looks like you.” His small finger stroked the ear, “Thank you, nothing in the world would make me forget you though!” He smiled. Ms. Ranai reluctantly stopped the moment between you two as it was time for him to go. Ms. Ranai and you waved him off. That was the last time you’ve seen him. The first gift you ever got and first friend. Everytime you remember this day you feel bad. You never remembered his name, let alone his face. Ms. Ranai would tell you he’d be the boy that played with you during play time. All those moments were lost to time now.

Once the car was finally out of view, your smile dropped slightly, “Ms. Ranai?” You began, “Why do parents always pick the humans?”

“They don’t always do. You just tend to not be what they’re looking for.”

You knew what that answer meant though. Parents come to adopt a kid, not a pet.

———

“Doesn’t she carry diseases and stuff?”

“I heard you’d get rabies if she bites you.”

“Wha?! That’s so scary!”

“I feel bad for Chisaki, she’s the one who always has to sit next to her.”

“Who are we whispering about?” Your presence startled the three girls. You peered down at them from the window.

“O-oh! We didn’t see you there..”

“We were talking about another girl from class 2-B.” Another made up an excuse. One girl whispered to the other two girls.

“We— have to get going now uh- see you,” the girls scampered away like they were scared. One looked like they could shriek like they saw a rat. No rodent in sight but you.

You remember Highschool being fuzzy memories as not much happened. It was uneventful at most, except the times people spoke about you behind your back. No one bothered saying it to your face or put their hands on you because they feared a disease from you. When you were younger, it was a stupid thought, but you sometimes hoped it’d be like in the movies and people would say nasty words to your face. Someone would finally say something to your face. At least you’d come home with something to talk about. It was such a stupid thought every time you looked back on it.

“How was school?” Ms. Ranai would ask you as you finished preparing coffee for her, right after preparing dinner for the other kids. Over the years her skin sagged lower and her gray hair thinned. You hated being part mouse. You could hear her heartbeat slow every day.

“The usual,” you replied bluntly, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. You take a seat across from her.

“You always say that but never elaborate,” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Go to school, class, lunch, class, go home. There’s not much to really talk about,” you yawned, watching Ms. Ranai places down her cup with a soft thud, “My grades are good if that’s what you’re wondering about,” you smiled subtly and reassuringly.

“Don’t you think you should be having some fun with friends right now and still not at this orphanage with this old lady?” Damn.

“Hey— you tryna say I’m a loser, Ms. Ranai?” You raised a brow at her with scoff.

“You’re already gonna graduate in a few months, you’re going to head off to college, I can’t be the only person you’ll still talk to by then. I’m not gonna get any younger,” She furrowed her brows at you. The cold reminder made you quiet. You leaned back into your chair with crossed arms.

“I don’t think I am going to college,” you responded quietly as you glanced away, expecting some scolding. Ms. Ranai’s expression turned neutral, leaning closer with interest.

“Then what are you going to do, girl?” Her voice was eerily calm.

“I don’t know.” You rolled your eyes, “probably work here,” you waved your tail, gesturing to this place.

“I’m not going to hire you just because I know you.”

You frowned, “Then I’ll find a job somewhere else. Retail or fast food.”

“Are you gonna be happy with that?”

“I’ll be lucky enough to find a retail job to take on a rodent hybrid as an employee. It’s already a luxury for hybrids to have a stable life,” you shot back, leaning onto the table as well. Ms. Ranai paused, taking a deep breath. The silence made you assume you won in this conversation. She looked down and swirled the liquid in her mug.

“Your coffee is good,” she commented.

Your tense shoulders relaxed, “Well I hope so. It’s the only thing I like doing, along with making some light meals,” you shrugged.

“You should do something with that. A cafe of some sort,” her voice softened.

You let out a small laugh in disbelief, “Yeah no, no one is going to eat the food from a hybrid let alone I somehow get enough money to even open a place.”

Ms. Randi shrugged with a soft and faint smile, “food connects us all in more ways you could imagine, girl. You should give it a shot one day.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll probably be taking of you when I graduate, Ms. Ranai,” her smile faltered and she sighed.

“You need to dream bigger, you stupid girl.”

You frowned at the disappointed sigh. Did she really expect you to take on that idea?

A cafe. How stupid.

———

“Scram! Ya’ damn rodent, before I call the cops!” The bar owner threw you out onto the hard and snow covered asphalt, before slamming the door on you.

“Jeez! Fuck. I heard you for the first time! jackass. Didn’t need to throw me onto the ground…” You muttered to yourself through clenched teeth. You got up, brushing the snow and dirt off of yourself. You picked up your beanie that was hiding your big mouse ears from the snow. You caught a glimpse of the “No Hybrids allowed” sign hooked onto the door.

You frowned at the sign, tearing your gaze away from it as you walked away with your hands shoved in your pocket. It’s not worth it.

You walk back, tearing the sign off the door, and tossing it into a nearby trash can. Now you begin walking home. You never even liked that bar anyway. It was just the closest one after a long day of working at a crummy gas station. The scent reeked in there, you’d remember. The whole city reeked. Maybe it was because of your heightened senses of being a hybrid it bothered you more than most. But cities are supposedly the most hybrid friendly places in the country, not many options for someone like you to go.

The city. You’d hear each step made on the cement. Each crunchy step made on the snow. Every whisper and laughter. Every shift of gears in each car passing through. The faint music playing in each restaurant. Each flap of a bird’s wings flying high. Sucks, no? And it’s only night. During the day it’s worse. That’s just being a hybrid though. Heightened senses. “Superhumans.” That’s what hybrids were created to be eighty years ago. Now you all roam the streets as other humans, suffering from what is supposed to deem you as “better.” It’s a joke to ask to be equal to a human. It was biologically and socially impossible.

You got back home sighing in relief from the quietness of Ms. Ranai’s apartment. You shut the door behind you, shuffling for your keys to lock it. “I’m home!” You called out and slipped out of your shoes and into house slippers, “The bar found out I was a hybrid and kicked me out. The owner was nasty about it though, the asshole dragged me out of there and threw me onto the pavement,” you hung up your jacket on the racket. It was quiet, eerily so, “Ms. Ranai?” You called out. A cold and tense feeling welled up in your chest. You ran down the hall to her room, “Ms. Ranai!—“

You hate being a hybrid. You hate how you had to watch every human make friends with one another and you’d get left out like some freak. You hate how all the boys and hybrid boys all crush on the human girls. You hate how you couldn’t even get a job at a fast food restaurant because of lack of experience but the next morning you saw a little high schooler work there instead. You hate how you can’t even get a drink at a run down bar with average tasting alcohol because of your ears and tail. You hated how you couldn’t hear Ms. Ranai’s heart beat anymore.

You remember Ms. Ranai’s funeral was on a beautiful morning of snowfall. You stared out the window, watching each flake slowly fall down onto the cement. You left the responsibility of what happens to her body to the other caregivers at the orphanage. It was something you wanted to do but wondered if it was the right thing. You could see all the kids from the orphanage were in the other room, crying, confused, or neutral. You saw yourself in all of them. You lost the only person who was close to you. You lost a caretaker. You lost someone who was just there for you because you never got adopted. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard your name get called out.

“Yes? That’s me,” you spoke softly, turning your head to see a woman approaching you.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you miss,” a woman bowed respectfully to you, “I am sorry for your loss. Are you already aware that Ms. Ranai has left everything to you in her will?”

“Yes, I’ve heard already.”

“Mhm, she also wanted me to deliver this to you as well,” the woman handed you an envelope.

“Ah, thank you,” looking down at the envelope in your hands you open it slowly. You slip out a piece of paper, unfolding it to reveal a letter. You read through it quickly, letting out a chuckle. The amused sound caused the woman to tilt her head curiously, “that persistent old woman…” you mumble to yourself, “thank you miss, again,” your sorrow filled eyes replaced with a friendly gaze as you nodded at her while placing the letter back in the envelope.

“Yes, of course, miss.” The woman smiled back softly at you before making her leave.

You guess you could give it a shot.

———-

“Last night, two Highschool girls were reported to be missing from Ine, Kyoto, adding on to the overwhelming increased amount of missing persons cases from the beginning of last month—“

The News played from the small TV hung up in the corner as you stood from the counter, rubbing a glass clean with a cloth. The warm, orange rays of sun shined harshly through the windows, giving light to each empty booth. The glass gleamed with a glossy-like surface after you pulled the cloth away. You turned your attention fully on the TV as there were no customers to serve.

Another missing persons case? That’s the fifth one this month. At least it’s only from the town over.

“There were no signs of a break in but reports of hybrids found around the same area of the disappearances.”

The TV showed a low quality image of a blurry silhouette knocking over a trash bin. You clicked your tongue and frowned at the sight, placing the glass down with some force. Your tail flicked angrily as you muttered to yourself, “Now that’s just a lot of bull crap, that easily could’ve been some stray alley cat not a hybrid.”

“I know right?”

You shrieked as you jumped from the sudden other voice that was right next to you. You whipped your head around to see a buff and lean snow leopard hybrid sitting on one of your barstools. His hair was spiky and as white as the clouds. He wore near pitch black rectangular sunglasses and a smug smirk. He looked like a big guy, how in the world did you not hear him come in? Maybe you really do need to get a bell…

You muttered a curse to yourself as you held your chest, “I am so sorry sir— how long have you been there?”

“Not long so don’t worry,” he flipped out a flier, “I’m here to apply for the job!” He grinned widely as presented the near faded out print of the flier.

You never expected to hire someone at all, truthfully. Who would want a hybrid as their boss? You didn’t expect to even see another hybrid so far from Tokyo either. Let alone this weirdo that appears out of thin air waving your old flier you put out the first week you got here, looking for workers. Some people tore it right off the walls once they saw it. Not like you were surprised, but still offended. Hybrids are usually not welcome in towns in the countryside, but at least it was far quieter than the city. It’s why you went out here so far with the money Ms. Ranai left for you. A chance to give yourself time to find something to dream about.

You glanced up from the flier to him, his boyish smile made your eyes narrow skeptically. Looking back on it you don’t know why you eventually allowed such a man to be your first employee. But…

You don’t regret your decision.

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girl i just saw your my employees are secret agents or smth (i lwk forgot what it’s called) and then i saw the art and then saw it was YOUR art and i was like HOLY SHIT GIRL THIS IS TEA so i just had to lyk that! i’m now gonna look through your whole blog because that really hooked me. i’m also excited for this new series! much love 😙😙

AW SHUCKS TYSMMMM 🩷🩷🩷

I hope my blog didn’t feel too underwhelming to you cuz I JUST got here 😭

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Art is by me!

MY EMPLOYEES ARE SECRET AGENTS [MASTERLIST] ✧.* Hybrid!JJKmen

SYNOPSIS ✧.* You are a mouse hybrid that opened a cafe in the middle of a town predominately of humans. The town never welcomed your presence but you’d get by with the small amount of customers you’d make. You never expected to make big profits your first few weeks of being open, let alone hire anyone in such a town in the countryside. But one evening a tall, buff, Snow leopard hybrid with snowy hair and odd rectangular sunglasses came up to your doorstep looking for a place to stay and a job. You let him in, of course, he was overqualified to even work as your employee after reading his resume. In what situation would you need for his mastery of martial arts and marksmanship? Unaware of his true reason mission for coming to this town. Along with the string of more hybrid men that’ll follow looking for job and a place to stay just like him.

TAGS ೃ⁀➷ Fem!Mouse!Reader , CAFE!au , SPY!au , HYBRID!au , fluff , crack , romcom , reverse harem , action , mystery , Shojo anime insp. , Ohshc insp. , No use of “Y/N” , WARNING! BODY HORROR! , slightly suggestive , OOC? , Boss!Reader , Employees!JJKmen , SecretAgents!JJKmen , violence , Contains themes of discrimination/Prejudice/Bigotry , No smut . . . Yet.

Pairings! Gojo x Reader!! + Nanami x Reader + Geto x Reader + Sukuna x Reader + Toji x Reader + Choso x Reader

OTHER! ೃ⁀➷ Side Story! , Gallery , Headcanons

EPISODE ZERO: Prologue

EPISODE ONE: Your New Employee [COMING SOON!]

EPISODE TWO: Pretty Boy Incentives

EPISODE THREE: Overtime

EPISODE FOUR: I’m not a rat!

EPISODE FIVE: Familiar Faces

EPISODE SIX: Cat Fight

EPISODE SEVEN: The Tiger and the Mouse

EPISODE EIGHT: The King of Cooking

EPISODE NINE: Running Errands!

EPISODE TEN: Midnight Visitor

Stay tuned for more! <3

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FISH TANK ✧.* SNOWLEOPARD!SATORU GOJO

Art in header by me!

Mini Story! ✧.* mostly my test concept of my fic!

TAGS ೃ⁀➷ Fem!Mouse!Reader , CAFE!au , SPY!au , HYBRID!au , fluff , Shojo insp. , Ohshc insp. , No use of “Y/N” , WARNING! BODY HORROR! , violent scenes , slightly OOC? , short story!

SYNOPSIS ✧.* Snowleopard!Gojo, who you think is just your employee but is really a secret agent investigating the criminal organization behind the sudden kidnappings of humans. You notice him after work one day, exhausted and not exactly himself…

Pairings ೃ⁀➷ Gojo x Reader + [Minor] Nanami x Reader

MASTERLIST TO THIS SERIES ✧.* >> “My Employees are Secret Agents!”

W.C. 3k.

NOT PROOFREAD YET!

“I’ve never seen such unappetizing sushi,”

Gojo squatted down, pushing his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, his eyes examining the corpse. Not even human nor hybrid. The jaw was impossibly opened wide, Its flesh was stretched open from the inner mouth to cover its once human skin. Orange fish scales unevenly protruding—no, growing out of the pinkish-red flesh and skin like teeth, moist with water mixed with blood. One eye was hanging out of the socket, grown wide as a dishplate, more similar to the eye of a fish. The other eye probably couldn't handle growing that wide. Its ribs penetrated out of the body, poking out of the sides. The arms were bent impossibly and in places it shouldn’t bend, bent in a way to compress itself as close as possible to the torso. The finger’s elongated bones tore out of its fingertips. Its hands split in half in the middle, thin flesh webbed the two halves to stay together. Fins? The legs’ skin was ripped and stretched into a familiar shape of a fish tail. There were snapped apart threads between the legs, perhaps the skin of the two legs were once sewn together but snapped as each leg grew into an individual fish-like tail. “Yuck.”

Gojo stood back up, his attention steering to the broken open glass test tube. Broken during the entire shoot out that happened minutes before. He stepped over a body, his boots stepping into the blood pooling out of the gun shot wound from the body’s head. Gojo took a closer look at the tank, the liquid preserving that corpse, spilled everywhere onto the floor. He leaned down to read: “EXPERIMENT K#1098” a small text under in red said: “FAILURE” Gojo let out an intrigued hum, he moved on to investigate what else this large warehouse held. He went on from crate to crate, finding nothing but dead animals or severed body parts held in preservation jars and tubes.

He walked further down into the back of the warehouse, occasionally stepping over a corpse. A large test tube towered over his frame. It was the same test tube holding that monstrosity earlier but much larger and held nothing, “That doesn’t seem good,” He muttered, his hand holding his chin as he craned his neck back for his gaze to reach the top. There were words that said: “EXPERIMENT K#6054” he was quick to notice that there was no red text under it. Gojo’s fluffy ear flicked, turning his head and he saw another body. Unlike the others, he was still breathing but unconscious.

Dragging the body along by the arm, Gojo drags it out of the warehouse, meeting the cold air of the night. The salty waves crashed against the sides of the concrete docks, the cold scent filling his nose as the moonlight shed light onto the blood stains on his frame. Never his own blood.

“Find anything?” A voice asked him though his earpiece, killing the quietness of the waves.

“Nothing new— same dead animals, severed body parts, test tubes, the usual stuff,” Gojo’s gaze flickered down to the unconscious man he was dragging, “I found someone who survived though, maybe he’ll be useful to interrogate. Did the others find anything, Nanami?” He turned his gaze up to bushes on the cliff near the docks.

Up in the bushes and trees on the far off cliff, Nanami leaned back on to the trunk of a tree, his sniper rifle hung to his shoulder, “Sukuna and Toji found the same as you at the docks at the warehouse near Kamakura,” Nanami replied with a tired sigh, “Choso and Geto haven't reported in yet. I’ll call HQ to send a clean up team and close the docks— get out of the open before anyone sees you and before our only lead wakes up and tries to kill himself like the others.”

Gojo pushes his sunglasses back up with his index finger, feigning an expression of hurt at the underestimation, “C’mon Nanami, do you really think that little of me?”

In a blur, something large leaped out of the water, lunging at Gojo. Gojo’s fast reflexes allowed him to jump out of the way, tucking his head into a roll, softening the landing. Stopping the roll with his knee, his foot and palm stamp onto the concrete to slow the momentum. His claws leave marks on the pavement. He shot his head back up to see the shadowy figure dive back into the water with a huge splash.

“What was that?”

“Nothing…“

“Is our lead okay?”

Gojo looked back down to his hand, he was still holding the man’s arm, but it was only the arm, “Uhh— yeah,” Gojo saw the gleam of something shining in the bushes up at the cliff in the corner of his eye.

“What the hell happened?”

“Someone was hungry,” Gojo responded with the corners of lips quirked up, amusing himself. He tossed the severed arm back into the water, the water rippled and shifted where the arm fell, “Do you have eyes on it?” His eyes glazed onto the restless waves, unable to see what’s swimming under the dark obscurity of them.

Nanami’s scope glides over the surface of the water surrounding Gojo, only catching faint glimpses of a large shadowy silhouette powering through the water, “it’s fast— It’ll be difficult to track it, but I’ll keep its focus on you. He shoots blindly, watching how it would react, “Don’t worry about it swimming towards the town,” Nanami shoots another bullet, piercing through the air and plunging into the water. It missed, but got the job done. With a roar the shadowy silhouette turns away from where the bullet dived in and rushes straight back towards Gojo once again. Gojo didn’t move an inch as his icy gaze was glaring at the incoming creature. It then jumped up from the water, a large shark-like jaw was opened gaping wide, trying to swallow the Satoru Gojo whole.

Raising his arm, his hand hooked onto the top of its mouth, his claws digging into the flesh for grip. With a large might he swung the creature and threw it down the long docks, it crashing into crates, slowing its momentum. Now with a better look of what exactly is attacking him, it looked equally as disgusting at that human-fish corpse he found earlier. Just larger— and land-shark-ish. It got back up again, shaking off the pain before it shrieked while charging back at him on its fours at full speed. Gojo shot a few bullets at its helm only for them to deflect off of it. He leaped high over the charging beast before it could ram into him. It followed his movement to the second, the jaw opening wide. There were no fleshy insides of a mouth though, instead there was more skin with a eyeless and thin human-like entity in the center where a tongue should’ve been. Opening its jaw as well. The shark jaw snapped shut, hiding what he saw inside, and missing him by a few meters.

“These experiments are getting out of hand,” Nanami gruffly mumbled through the ear piece.

“Yeah.” Gojo responded in a lower voice than his usual playful tone. His gaze narrowed at the creature preparing to charge at him again. Bending his knees slightly, staying low, reloading his gun, “You can start packing up Nanami, this whole thing is basically wrapped up already.”

“I already am.”

It charged again at Gojo and Gojo charged back. The creature jumped at him, jaw wide again. Gojo slid on his knees, the barrel aimed directly at the head of the human-like entity. With a bang of a gunshot it was already finished.

“Whew— close one, no?” Gojo wiped off an imaginary drop of sweat off his brow, observing the corpse, “These things are getting both tougher as they are uglier.”

“Yeah.” Nanami responded bluntly, “It’s getting late and the clean up crew is already on its way, so hurry up so we can head back home before you get caught up in this mission and you worry the boss again.” Nanami swung the rifle’s case over his shoulder and began making his way down the cliffs.

“Yaga got nothing to worry about, I give him my weekly reports—eventually.” Gojo pried open the jaw, investigating what he shot or who he shot

“You know I’m not talking about Yaga, Gojo.”

Gojo paused momentarily, “Yeah. I know.” ‘Boss.’ You. All of his relentless work and investigations the past month, all for you and your safety. Getting torn away from his thoughts, he noticed the human-like entity having a shining earring despite it being nearly engulfed in its own flesh. The earring was shining a familiar purple, like he’s seen it somewhere before…

Oh… right!

This missing Highschool girl a few weeks ago. He remembers the shiny purple earrings in the photos of the girl. But it was odd, if this thing really is the girl that went missing then this creature was unusually far away from where the missing report happened. These missing people that get turned into these half-human abominations are usually spotted within the same area. Why is this one so far away?

“You’ve gotten quiet.” Nanami’s voice snapped Gojo out of his mind.

“Ah— right, sorry, the boss has nothing to worry about, I’ll be home soon. Just you go ahead yeah? There’s something I need to double check.” Gojo tapped the ear piece, turning it off.

———

You sighed as you turned the “Open” sign to “Closed.” The orange sun rays lit up the now empty cafe, lighting up all the places that needed cleaning. You look towards Nanami’s way as he was wiping down the counter with rolled up sleeves, “Hey have you seen Gojo? He’s supposed to be cleaning up too right now,” you glanced around as you rolled up your sleeves.

“He might still think he’s on break,” he glanced up at you, “It’s not everyday we close early.” Nanami raised a brow at you, leaning over the counter as he expected an answer out of you.

“Think of it as a gift from me to you guys,” You glanced back at Nanami, his usual combed hairstyle now messily done as strands were sticking out now. His gaze looked more narrow now, sagging as bags were starting to appear on his eyes along with the others, “You all have been looking more tired every day y’know and especially Gojo. I don’t see his eyes much during the day but when I do get glances he looks exhausted.” You recall that one time when he was serving a group of girls once. He’d usually show them his eyes if they asked but he refused this time. He usually never refuses a little bit of fan service. You held your chin as you pondered, “Am I overworking you guys? Be honest with me.”

Nanami shook his head and responded firmly, “You’re a great boss to us, better than most. You always show you care and work around our limits. It’s incredibly difficult for a hybrid to find a place to live or even a job in this society, we truly are grateful for you.” He reassured, “Though, are we really closing early because of Gojo? You seem more worried about him than usual,” his voice softened along with his gaze.

“Wha— no! It’s for all of you, don’t be silly, Nanami,” you furrowed your brows at the assumption of favoritism, “I care about all of you equally, I’m just looking for Gojo since he’s been looking the worst out of all of you.” You smiled as you reached over the counter and reassuringly stroked the back of his soft cheetah ear. His eyes widened at the touch before the corners of his lips turned up slightly as he exhaled. His hand softly grasped your wrist, reluctantly pulling your hand away. He cleared his throat as he straightened his back. Hoping you weren’t seeing how his tail flicked back and forth at the moment. Was he blushing?

“You were looking for Gojo, correct? Check the break room, he likes looking at the fishes in the fish tank there.” He paused as he hesitantly let go of your wrist, “He’d appreciate your company, he’s been overworking himself lately.”

It took you a moment to respond but you then nodded, “Yeah… thank you Nanami,” you glanced away shyly before you walked away.

———

In the break room, Gojo sat on a stool as he laid his head down on the table. Sun bathing in the sunlight. You couldn’t tell if he was sleeping or not. His tail was still. Sleeping? You approached quietly, peeking over his shoulder to see— he was awake. “So you’re gonna be awake and not say anything?” You furrowed your brows at him as he snorted.

“I wanted to see if you were gonna try to shake me awake or yell at me to wake up,” he sat more up, still remaining in a slump as he propped himself up by his elbows. You sat on the stool next to him.

“I stopped yelling at you because I know you probably get off from it,” You rolled your eyes

“Guess we’ll never know for sure— unless..?”

You scoffed, “Keep on dreaming because never in your nine lives, princess.”

“Oh I’ll dream for sure.”

“You’re disgusting and inappropriate.”

“Only for you, my one and only amazing boss in the entire world” He grinned as he exaggerated his tone.

You giggle softly and briefly. He noticed. “How much have you slept?” You asked, changing the subject and diving straight into the point.

“Aw, are you worried about little ol’ me?” He cooed teasingly, “You don’t gotta worry about me boss, you can always rely on your number one employee to take care of himself always,” he placed his hand on his chest daringly. You could see his nose elongating with each word like Pinocchio. You snatched off his sunglasses, leaning in close to see his eyes.

“So we’re lying now?” Your tone turned sharp as you saw the bags under his once bright blue eyes. He swiped back the sunglasses quickly.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” He acted dumb as his voice turned dismissive after he placed his sunglasses on.

“Don’t act dumb with me, Gojo. Why are you not getting enough sleep?” Your body was turned towards him now, you tail swishing harshly

“Just… working hard— for you, of course.” He paused as he rested his chin on his palm, seeing your puzzled face, “to protect you.” He mumbled softly, gazing into the features of your face.

You sigh, your voice and tensed body relaxing, “Gojo, I don’t need you to be worrying about my safety and I don’t need you to be overworking yourself for me.” You stopped your next words by tightening your lips together. Keeping yourself relaxed, “Is it the kidnappings around this area? I told you I’ll be fine.” You gently place your hand on his shoulder, “Only humans are getting kidnapped. People don’t even want to bother with a hybrid, probably thinking we’d give them an infection or rabies.” You muttered harshly at the reality of the thought. Gojo glanced at you then glanced away, letting your words sink in. He remembered the people who got kidnapped. They were all turned into half animal and half human. Not like hybrids but like monsters. He knows because he killed them all. Every night. To think about what if one day you were one of the people who got kidnapped. Would he be able to find you before you get turned into one of those things? Would he have to kill you? Could he kill you?

He grit his teeth at the thought, his hand reaching down to your stool, pulling you close to him as he turned his body to you. The maneuver was sudden so you weren’t really able to process it until the moment he rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you protectively. “Gojo?—“

“I know, I know this is inappropriate or whatever you say as my boss.” He spoke roughly, “but… just as your friend here, I don’t want to wake up one day to find out you’re gone or something horrible happened to you,” His mind flashes to the monstrosities he fought on that dock last night, “It’s hard to sleep at night because of it. I’m supposed to be strong but if I can’t protect someone I care so much about again—“ He stopped himself before saying anything more that would give away his mission, “Don’t ever tell me to stop worrying about you, I will never stop no matter how much you’ll scream or hate me.” You felt his arms tighten slightly around you. A part of you wanted to scold him for god knows what but another part of you softened at his voice. You’ve never heard it so… vulnerable. You reached to gently embrace him, your hand sliding up to pet the back of his head slowly.

“Alright… I won’t,” You responded softly before letting the calming silence surround you two. You felt his long fluffy tail curl around yours. You’ve never seen him like this. He never let you. . How much has his own thoughts burdened him like this? You let out a breath before speaking up again, “Can you promise me this? Get some rest tonight?… please.” You mumbled, “You’re worrying me too.”

“…maybe.”

Maybe?

“Maybe?” You raised a brow at him.

He raised his head with that shitty grin of his, his face now inches away from yours as his sunglasses were down to the tip of his nose, “maybe with a goodnight’s kiss?” His voice now in a teasing purr

“No.” You pushed his face away by cupping your hand over his eyes, “Moment is over. Get back to work Gojo.” You ordered, as you got off the stool. Covering his eyes from your flustered face.

“Hey- c’mon, I was just playing!” He laughed.

“Whatever Gojo, just buss the tables before dinner,” You pulled your hand away as you turned your back at him, “Sukuna made some sushi for us to eat tonight.” You then heard a retch behind you. You turned your head back with knitted brows to see Gojo’s playful demeanor gone. “I thought you like sushi?”

“Sorry just— not anymore…”

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Bro while I’m writing one fic I get ideas for more Gojo x reader fics like hear me out on mean/tsundere nerdjo x delinquent reader w/ a fat crush on nerdjo or a smutty fic of sugarbaby bottom fratjo x sugarmommy top nerd reader

Like do you see the vision

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A sketch of Gojo I did on my sketchbook, I put it into a few filters to make it black and white just in case I want to render it digitally :]

[gojostit]

It's been a bit since I last posted ngl

I drew Gojo again and using gradient mapping for the first time in this one turned out okay. This is also a small teaser of an upcoming Side Story for the concept of my snow leopard Gojo x mouse reader fic.

It's a Cafe!AU, Spy!AU and obviously a Hybrid!AU, it's insp by Ouran Highschool Host Club a little bit so it contains various jjk men x reader but Gojo is the male lead, so if you're interested still Imk to tag you when the Side Story comes out! (Drew him with his ears on top of his head this time it might look better like that idk)

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Bro doing writing headcanons would be so fun ngl. Imma do headcanons before posting the Side Story I think

That’d be fun

[gojostit]

It's been a bit since I last posted ngl

I drew Gojo again and using gradient mapping for the first time in this one turned out okay. This is also a small teaser of an upcoming Side Story for the concept of my snow leopard Gojo x mouse reader fic.

It's a Cafe!AU, Spy!AU and obviously a Hybrid!AU, it's insp by Ouran Highschool Host Club a little bit so it contains various jjk men x reader but Gojo is the male lead, so if you're interested still Imk to tag you when the Side Story comes out! (Drew him with his ears on top of his head this time it might look better like that idk)

[gojostit]

One of my ideas for a Gojo x reader fic is smth cute/shojo like fic with a snow leopard Gojo x Mouse reader. So I ended up drawing snow leopard Gojo while practicing my art with references after a while. I’ve been thinking like a hybrid au that explores the world of hybrids more but like also just to try something I don’t see much when it comes to the hybrid aus

I hope to like make a pilot of my idea soon just to get it out of my system but i got assignments to do 💔

This is a wip so it might look rough when zoomed in 😭

Reference pic v