do i jump out of my comfort zone and make my band au some kind of reader insert... i feel more people would respond to that but i am very bad at writing romance
Welcome to Sixth restaurant, where you can find all of your favourite JJK characters working to give you a fantastic meal experience. Satoru accidentally sends a message to the millennial groupchat, leading them all to discuss what player they would all be.
ft sous chef utahime, manager kento, bartender suguru, owner satoru, chef de partie shoko, chef de partie choso
Welcome to Sixth restaurant, where you can find all of your favourite JJK characters working to give you a fantastic meal experience. Satoru accidentally sends a message to the millennial groupchat, leading them all to discuss what player they would all be.
ft sous chef utahime, manager kento, bartender suguru, owner satoru, chef de partie shoko, chef de partie choso
wc approx 2k
cw swearing and violence ment kinda
New pastry chef Sukuna has made his entrance, and he has a few things to say.
crack, chef!au, slightly angsty but not really
Toji, Utahime, and Satoru stood around the restaurant door pretending as if they weren’t counting the seconds until Sukuna’s arrival. Kento’s job was arguably to stand around the front door greeting customers, but he had been banished to the bar for the time being, with Satoru stood behind his precious booth, practicing his smile. Toji was glaring out the large window, eyes darting across the street. Utahime took the nonchalant approach, pretending to type while sitting at one of the outside tables. There was a lot of tension, and the whole staff knew it.
Ever since the restaurant opened, the novelty of having dynamic duo Toji and Utahime had been carrying them, but that began to wear off, and cracks began to show. They were good chefs, no doubt about that, but something wasn’t quite clicking. Reviews started calling them TV chefs who no longer knew anything about the industry, and while locals stayed loyal, it wasn’t enough to keep the restaurant afloat anymore.
Not that any of them would ever admit they were failing.
Sukuna was really their last hope. He was known as a pastry wizard, someone who would fix up restaurants and give them a foundation before leaving. The Gordon Ramsay Kitchen Nightmares of desserts, even. Toji and Utahime were against his hiring; not wanting to deal with another short term contract that may leave them further in the shits. But of course Satoru does what Satoru wants, and now the only chance of this restaurant reaching it’s former glory was to soak up all of Sukuna’s knowledge (and hire a suitable replacement) before he disappeared.
“He’s here! Everyone act cool.” Gojo said, sounding the opposite of cool.
Sukuna didn’t have a social media presence. He didn’t allow many photos of him either. He was mostly anonymous, with the singular photo people recognised him by being taken 20 years ago by a journalist. The ground seemed to shake as he walked towards the front door, exuding power with every step. He was tall. Taller than Toji for sure, and a lot broader too.
Kento made a mental note to ask him for gym tips.
His hair was a dusty pink, messy but clean. His clothes were incredibly clean too, as if they had been picked up from the dry cleaners seconds ago, and his shoes were shined commercially. His right eye was made of glass, and he had thick blackwork tattoos across his body. Once he reached the door, Satoru extended his arm and grinned, acting like there wasn’t a half foot of height difference between the two.
“Sukuna, welcome!”
He took his hand and shook it firmly, before looking at the rest of the team, trying to sus them out. Laptop in hand, Utahime entered the restaurant behind Sukuna and closed the door.
“Let me introduce everyone, “Satoru said, as Sukuna stared in silence.
“This is Kento Nanami, front of house manager and maître d'.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Kento said, “If there are any issues with service, please let me know. I’m happy to help.”
“Our bartender is Suguru Geto, hiding over there. He’s probably the friendliest person, everyone else is such a grump.”
Suguru smiled gently, “Welcome.”
Satoru gestured to Toji, “I’m sure you know our head chef, Toji Fushiguro. He’ll be running service and dealing with onboarding.”
“Actually, service is Utahime’s these days, “Toji said, pointing to his sous chef. “With you heading up pastry, that’ll free her up to come to the main pass and help me run things.”
“Not that I don’t love the pastry kitchen,” Utahime said.
Sukuna grunted in understanding.
He hadn’t said anything yet, but apparently this was his MO. He was quiet, and just wanted to do his work.
“I’ll show you where the changing rooms are,” Utahime said, breaking the silence, “And then I’ll give you a tour of the pastry kitchen and show you how we set up for service. Toji, follow.”
Almost wordlessly, Toji and Sukuna followed her down the corridor.
The three went down the stairs into the basement.
“Changing room is on your right, chef jackets and hats folded on the shelf. If we don’t have your size, let me know and we can order it. Pastry is downstairs so if you just want to wear a T shirt until it comes in, no one will care. I’ll introduce you to your CDPs as well. Come to the kitchen when you’re done.”
“Thank you,” Sukuna muttered before disappearing into the room.
The remaining two walked into the pastry kitchen, leaning over the pass.
“You’re terrifying.” Toji deadpanned.
“Thank you.” Utahime replied.
The other chef de parties were working hard preparing everything they’d need for the day. Choso was already shaping his second batch of bread, Kinji was rolling tuile, and Kirara was busy slicing fruit for dehydration.
“Guys, can you pause quickly?” Utahime said, “Let’s have a quick meeting.”
The three quickly wrapped up and headed to the small pass where the others stood.
“As you know,” she began, “We’ve been looking for another head pastry chef, and it’s taken some time to find a good one.”
As if on cue, Sukuna stepped into the room, holding his knife set. Â The three gasped, recognising the fearsome chef almost instantly.
“Looks like your reputation proceeds you, “Toji chuckled, slapping the new pastry chef on the back, “Saves the introductions I suppose. Do you wanna say anything?”
“I take my work very seriously,” Sukuna began,” And I hope you all do the same. The food is the priority, not your life. What are your names?”
Kinji grimaced. He heard Sukuna was strict, but there was no way he was going to risk his life for job.
“Kinji Hakari,” he said, “I get you’re a famous chef and that, but you can fuck off with that prioritise the food over everything bullshit. I’m not killing myself for you, or this shitty salary. Got it?”
Toji snorted. Utahime’s shoulders stiffened.
Kinji was a talented chef, but a bit rough round the edges, much like Toji in his youth. He was harmless, mostly. Just didn’t know when to shut up.
Kirara elbowed him in the side, but Kinji paid no mind. Just continued to stare daggers at his new boss.
Sukuna smiled, or snarled. They couldn’t tell.
“You misunderstand me. The food comes first, but not at the expense of your lives. If you’re ill, I don’t want to see you. You aren’t good enough that being here will make a significant difference in the outcome of the day.”
“You don’t know how good I am,” Kinji replied.
Sukuna chuckled. Or growled. “I can tell from here your tuile isn’t thin enough. You’ll have to restart that.”
“What’s your name?” He pointed to the emo boy, who currently looked terrified.
“Choso Itadori,” he stammered.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, “Well, Choso Itadori, your bread is not sufficiently hydrated. I understand these are supposed to be served as slices, not croutons. And who are you? Your piercings are a health hazard.”
Kirara rolled her eyes, “Kirara Hoshi. And I’m not taking them out. They’re chic.”
“Yes you are,” Sukuna said, “Or don’t bother coming back tomorrow. And I can tell by the way you’re standing so close to blondie that you wouldn’t want him spending all his time with the next girl I replace you with.”
Toji tapped Sukuna on the shoulder, “You actually don’t have the power to fire anyone yet,” he mock whispered.
Sukuna ignored him and continued his explanation, “The apples you are cutting are acceptably thin, however every time you talk, you nudge your piercing. You will need to keep adjusting it throughout the day, and eventually it will fall into the food, and everything will need to be thrown away. Please go to the changing room and remove it.”
His voice was calm, unwavering. But the instruction was firm. This was not a discussion.
Kirara nodded, “Yeah. Sorry. My bad.”
She ran out the room quickly.
Kinji stepped forward again, “Don’t speak to my girl like th-“
“She’s not your girl. In here, she’s a chef. Just like you. And you should be more worried about yourself at this stage. I see no redeeming qualities in you currently.” Sukuna replied, with an aura that made everyone shudder.
He turned back to Utahime, no longer interested in the junior chefs. Understanding they were free to go, they went back to their prep; Choso looking at the bread recipe to see if it really was too dry. Kirara emerged moments later, piercing free, and slightly shaken up. But she sliced the apples more confidently, Toji noticed.
“Please talk me through the service expectations for today,” Sukuna said.
Utahime pulled out the prep list and the week’s menu from a folder.
“So as Satoru probably explained to you,” Toji began, “Our menu changes depending on the season. We do a lot of foraging, connections with local suppli-“
“I don’t need the sales pitch. I already work here.” Sukuna said.
Utahime and Toji glanced at each other, choosing to let it go. They knew Sukuna could be abrasive, but that’s why he was hired.
“Today, we have six desserts on the menu.” Utahime said, “Cheese board with homemade confitures, crackers and candied nuts, a takeaway box of five traditional wagashi, mango crepe cake, chocolate mousse, mont blanc, and apple millefeuille.”
She opened the large folder to one of the middle pages, “We have recipes, and spec for plating. It should make sense, but if there’s an issue, let me know.”
Sukuna snorted, “None of these are an issue to make, but I’m surprised you haven’t spotted the actual issue.”
“Which would be?” She asked.
“It looks like you typedJapanese French desserts into google and picked the first five answers. I’m surprised there’s no matcha strawberry Instagram cake on here somewhere.” Sukuna said, “Did you both forget how to use your brains or is this really just a TV restaurant?”
Being called a TV chef never sat right with Toji. Sure, he had two shows, but he worked his way up from kitchen porter, and had been in the industry since he was a kid. This was his blood and his life.
“Watch what the fuck you’re saying,” he said, voice low.
“Watch what the fuck you’re cooking,” Sukuna replied, voice smooth and light.
The two men stood up, as if they were about to fight. Sukuna was significantly taller and broader, but Toji was in no way small himself.
He was probably at his physical peak at the grand age of 40 something, while Sukuna wore his years of experience on his face. Was he older than Toji? Probably. Could Toji beat Sukuna in a fight? Maybe? He goes to the gym like he was paid to, but Toji was a pacifist really. He enjoys long walks with his wife and kids, even if he pretended not to. But what does Sukuna enjoy? Maybe the rumours were true and he was an actual cannibal. It would explain the fangs. Though surprisingly, he had a really calming voice to listen to. He was insulting everyone and Utahime didn’t seem to care. Unlike Satoru, who had the most grating voice she had ever heard. In fact every time he spoke, she wanted to throw something at him. Suguru was annoying as well, everything that came out of his mouth was either patronising or weirdly flirty. When were they going to hire some more talented women? She was sick of this male infested hellhole.
“What are you muttering about?” Sukuna grunted, forcing her back to reality.
Toji snorted, “She does that. Gets in her head and starts thinking about how much she hates us all.”
“Oh, so you aren’t going to kill each other anymore?” Utahime said, “I don’t need to deal with fight of the wannabe macho losers?”
“The fuck do you mean wannabe?” Toji asked, flexing.
Utahime wrinkled her nose in disgust, “Ok, old man. Can we get back to this alleged menu problem we have?”
Sukuna took a pen out of his pocket, “Can I draw on this menu? I’ll explain.”
Just changed reqs to open if anyone wants a smau while I lock in with chapter 1. You’d think considering I came up with the idea months ago it would be ready but my job is time consuming and super tiring
Sixth Management GC: World Cup Watch Party (part 1)
Welcome to Sixth restaurant, where you can find all of your favourite JJK characters working to give you a fantastic meal experience. Today, the management team is trying to organise a watch party and it’s going as well as you’ll expect.
ft head chef toji, sous chef utahime, pastry chef sukuna, manager kento, bartender suguru and owner satoru
How do the Fushiguros react to the hottest summer reality show? crack/sfw (Mamaguro is alive and called Mari)
Day 1
Tsumiki is watching love island downstairs. Mari is standing in the doorway, refusing to sit down because "she has things to do." That doesn't stop her from asking questions every two minutes. Eventually, she caves and sits on the sofa, but says it won't happen again.
Day 4
Tsumiki and Mari are shaking their heads disapprovingly at the actions of the new bombshell. Snacks in hand, the two gossip like hired panelists, discussing the inevitability of a departure from the villa during the next recoupling. Toji thinks it's a waste of time.
Day 7
Megumi sits next to his sister on the sofa, pretending to text someone. Every so often, he'll look up and roll his eyes at whoever is smizing on camera, or grimace at the uncomfortably loud kissing noises. By the end of the episode, his phone is abandoned on the table, and he's quietly planning angry twitter posts about the newest love triangle.
Day 13
It's the highlights, and Toji doesn't get why his whole family is so obsessed with this show. "You saw this part yesterday. Why waste time watching the extended cut?"
Nobody asks him how he knows this scene was on yesterday.
Day 16
Toji walks past with a laundry basket.
"She's not picking him that bum at the recoupling, not after what he did at the terrace."
Three heads whip round to look at him.
"Are you watching this in secret?" Tsumiki asks.
"Work gossip. You know how it is."
No one believes him.
Day 17
Toji's phone lights up next to Megumi. Instinctively, he picks it up to take to his dad, but does a double take at the text message.
Shiu: Just tell your wife man. I'm not going down for your bs again.
10 seconds later
Shiu: She'll forgive you for watching Love Island without her.
Shiu: But not for using fake phone numbers to rig the votes.
Megumi takes the phone to his mum.
Day 18
Mari, Tsumiki, and Megumi are all sat on the sofa, tuned in for today's episode. Toji's been downgraded to the floor, but Mari feeds him popcorn every so often.
"You guys better not act like this," Toji says to his kids whenever one of the contestants makes a less than favourable decision.
Megumi and Tsumiki roll their eyes. Mari giggles.
They're all excited for Casa Amor.
How do the Fushiguros react to the hottest summer reality show? crack/sfw (Mamaguro is alive and called Mari)
Day 1
Tsumiki is watching love island downstairs. Mari is standing in the doorway, refusing to sit down because "she has things to do." That doesn't stop her from asking questions every two minutes. Eventually, she caves and sits on the sofa, but says it won't happen again.
Day 4
Tsumiki and Mari are shaking their heads disapprovingly at the actions of the new bombshell. Snacks in hand, the two gossip like hired panelists, discussing the inevitability of a departure from the villa during the next recoupling. Toji thinks it's a waste of time.
Day 7
Megumi sits next to his sister on the sofa, pretending to text someone. Every so often, he'll look up and roll his eyes at whoever is smizing on camera, or grimace at the uncomfortably loud kissing noises. By the end of the episode, his phone is abandoned on the table, and he's quietly planning angry twitter posts about the newest love triangle.
Day 13
It's the highlights, and Toji doesn't get why his whole family is so obsessed with this show. "You saw this part yesterday. Why waste time watching the extended cut?"
Nobody asks him how he knows this scene was on yesterday.
Day 16
Toji walks past with a laundry basket.
"She's not picking him that bum at the recoupling, not after what he did at the terrace."
Three heads whip round to look at him.
"Are you watching this in secret?" Tsumiki asks.
"Work gossip. You know how it is."
No one believes him.
Day 17
Toji's phone lights up next to Megumi. Instinctively, he picks it up to take to his dad, but does a double take at the text message.
Shiu: Just tell your wife man. I'm not going down for your bs again.
10 seconds later
Shiu: She'll forgive you for watching Love Island without her.
Shiu: But not for using fake phone numbers to rig the votes.
Megumi takes the phone to his mum.
Day 18
Mari, Tsumiki, and Megumi are all sat on the sofa, tuned in for today's episode. Toji's been downgraded to the floor, but Mari feeds him popcorn every so often.
"You guys better not act like this," Toji says to his kids whenever one of the contestants makes a less than favourable decision.
Megumi and Tsumiki roll their eyes. Mari giggles.
They're all excited for Casa Amor.
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