authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously
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Gin walked to your office, not saying anything per usual. “Hey, Gin.”
“Hey, Miss.”
“No gramps or Tachihara?” You asked not seeing your subordinates.
She shook her head no.
“I finished my paperwork early. And I don’t have any supply runs for a few more days.” You told her. “What about you?”
“As of right now no. Black Lizard doesn’t have any assignments.” Gin told her.
You sighed opening your closet, inside being Gin’s dainty clothes. She sat at her superior's desk undoing the pins in her hair.
“Where do you want to go today?” You asked Gin.
“There is supposed to be a sale over in the store I shop at.”
You nodded your head to Gin handing her the clothes. “I’ll be outside.” You held a book in your hands the same book your predecessor had given you back. Maybe when you were a bit younger than Gin. Maybe it was your 12th or maybe 13th time reading the book.
Gin came out looking at her with a questioning glance, “Are you not going to change?”
“I put on a different jacket than I normally wear.” You gestured to the jacket pointing out it was tan and not the normal dark charcoal grey you usually wore during working hours.
Gin laughed and shook her head at you as they walked out of Port Mafia’s building taking a train to the stores Gin preferred to shop at. Most of the time she would shop alone or when her brother Akutagawa had no real business to attend to.
But after the last incident, where an associate of the Armed Detective Agency declared his undying love for the little assassin, you, her beloved boss told her to go without supervision. Even if it was Tachihara who was a bit of an asshole to be in public with.
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Maybe it had been a few hours of shopping sales. You did not need any new clothes and when you did it would not be at these shops. They were for girls who favored daintier clothing. You were no angel in disguise.
Gin’s other bags were sitting on the fountain as you checked your phone to check in with other members of the Port Mafia. It was the creeping feeling you felt at the back of your neck you had felt a lot when you were a teenager when you first joined the mafia. You turned around flipping the bandaged man onto his back as he was reaching out to touch her.
“Dazai, what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Glad to see you still haven’t changed, _____.” He smirked holding one of her pistols up at her.
“Screw you. You let me get the jump on you. All so you could take my gun.” You let him go extending your hand for the gun.
“What are you doing on this side of town? What does Mori want here now?”
“Nothing.” He was skeptical still pointing the gun at her torso. “Look inside the shopping bags.”
Dazai peered inside them, seeing white lace and blouses and dresses. Mori wouldn’t dress Elise in those clothes. No, they were Gin’s. She is such a dainty lass still. He flipped the gun around in his hand, the hilt for her take.
“You look good in that jacket. You know from behind you look like him.”
You sighed. “Thank you.” You clicked the gun making sure it was still loaded. “And you what is going on here that the Armed Detective Agency is here.”
“Can’t I be out for a Sunday stroll?”
“You could be. But your little partner is about to wring your neck.” You smirked as Kunikida came at him at full force strangling him and screaming at him. You laughed with your full body wiping tears away from your face.
“Port Mafia executive _____ ______. What is she doing here Dazai?”
“Would you believe just shopping? What do you think of this Kunikida…” Dazai held up a slim white silk dress holding it to your figure. That much was true Dazai saw the dress in the bag knowing it was hers.
Kunikida blushed a little imagining her in the dress that suited her form, “Quite an exquisite dress for a lovely woman. So the Mafia members shop for themselves.”
“Gin insisted I buy something for myself. I come with her shopping now since your little friend declared his undying love for her and you all chased her down in the little of the streets.” You pointed it out. “You frightened my protege.”
“Taken the little Akutagawa under your wing. I would have thought Chuuya or Koyo even.” Dazai pointed out. “Although I see it. Sister of a gifted member alone in the mafia, relying on the cleaner to keep her safe. They say history will always repeat itself.”
Gin came out of the store seeing her boss with two of the agency members. To her, it looked like they were hounding her and with Dazai there it was dangerous. She came from behind them holding her knife to the taller of the two to keep her distance from Dazai.
“Why you little—”
“Careful what you say there glasses. She might just gut you here and now. Gin has a fondness for blood nowadays. Even if it stains her pretty clothes.” You mentioned. “Gin it's alright a simple misunderstanding. And Dazai wouldn’t dare harm me.”
“You speak so surely of yourself.”
“If you did, it would insult his memory.” You leaned into his ear, “I may be a piece of him that is Port Mafia-related but I’m still a part of him and his legacy.”
Dazai had been studying you since he saw you in the marketplace, the way you walked, the clothes you wore, even down to the pistols you kept in holster, and the little book you kept inside the jacket. You may be a woman but you could be Odasaku’s clone. The tiredness, the fondness for your protege, the way you laughed at his antics, and the way Kunikida treated him. “If you truly were you would have left by now. You are getting close to the age he died. One would think you would leave before Mori needs to replace you.”
“I won’t leave until my brother leaves. And Chuuya will never leave the Port Mafia it's his family and his life.”
“Then you are a fool.”
“Gin you can put away your blade. I think we are done shopping for today. Dazai and his associates have work to conduct in the area. We do not wish to have the Port Mafia involved with their business. Good Day, Kunikida keep him on a short leash he tends to slip it now and then.”
“Trust me I am familiar with his antics.” Kunikida bowed his head to her, hitting Dazai upside the head.
You snickered, and Dazai flinched at the noise it was like hearing Odasaku again he pretended that the slap to the head hurt him. But it was the pang in his chest that hurt the most. “Thank you for that Kunikida. That will make me laugh for days now.” Gin and you left the scene grabbing the next train.
“Do not frown Gin. This was the smart move. The more we get involved the more danger we put our family. And our family is the mafia. You must think about all the outcomes. How much blood needs to be spilled? Who’s blood? What would happen if you killed Kunikida there and then?” You asked her.
“I...I don’t know.” She was disappointed in herself for not seeing the bigger picture.
“Do not get angry with yourself. It is my fault I have taught you the consequences.” You told her petting her long hair. “Kunikida is meant to take Fukuzawa’s place whether the man dies or steps down. But I think as long as Mori lives he will never step down. When that happens, Mori will challenge the Agency, because he knows his real match is Fukuzawa along with his protege. Once Dazai kills Ogai, he will be forced to be the one to take over. So the Mafia is not in disarray causing more chaos than the agency could handle. He is the only one to bring balance. It would balance the scales again. Like Dazai says history is meant to repeat itself. If Kunikida died it would lead to Dazai being the next logical solution to be the boss of the Agency and Chuuya would have to be the boss of the Port Mafia.”
“And you don’t want Chuuya to be the boss?”
“Would you want your brother to be in charge of the Mafia someday?”
“Akutgawa is different. His temperament is not the same as Chuuyas, Ryūnosuke loyalty is to those who give him loyalty. He doesn’t think you have earned it by just being in the mafia.”
“Your brother is also obsessed with his ability and power. Your brother would be the old boss brought back to life. I have seen that man with my own eyes, illusion or not he did not care about this mafia. Or the people that were in it.”
Gin nodded. “And Chuuya how would he be as a boss?”
“Fair. But he is not calculating or as strategical as he thinks he is. But he is a fighter. The mafia needs fighters. But no I wouldn’t want him to be the leader of the Mafia someday. It wouldn’t be what was best for him.”
“But he may not have a choice.”
“Right, it depends on Koyo as well. She might want the sport as well.”
“You never imagined yourself as the boss?” Gin asked.
You shook your head no. “Someone like that has to be cutthroat I am not that person. And I haven't killed anyone in about…” she plundered for a minute, “Jeez it has been that all already. Four years.”
Gin looked at you shocked as you had been teaching her how to kill. While yes, you were teaching her how to kill, you were also teaching her there is a time and place to kill. Maybe Oda wouldn’t be happy with that. But this was the life of a Port Mafia member and as an executive. Which you thought the title should have gone to Hirotsu, but he told her he was fine with just staying where he was he was in no rush to be of higher rank.
“Let’s stop talking about this, look what I got earlier than expected.” You pulled a CD of music she and Tachihara liked. Gin smiled at the cd going for it in your hands. You snatched it away at the last second, “you have to share with Tachihara.”
“Of course,” Her small voice came out with a small warm smile. Only a few got to see this side of Gin. You felt lucky to be one of them.
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A few hours back at the mafia’s building, you were staring at the mirror, holding an old picture Dazai took of you and Oda. You were 22 and you were starting to look a lot like him. Your hair might have been a darker Auburn but the tiredness in the eyes, you still kept the clothes and other things Oda had given you.
It must have been a little shocking to see how much you looked like Oda, his best friend, his confidant. You felt bad.
Mori set everything up in those days for Odasaku to die to make Dazai leave. Oda had a greater hold on Dazai than Mori ever did. After he left things changed. Chuuya got his spot in the executives. You also got promoted as if that made up for the fact of your mentor’s death.
You took a pair of scissors cutting your long hair into a shaggy long bob.
That is when your second phone went off in her dresser drawer. You picked it up seeing the message, let’s meet at our usual spot.
You smiled at the phone slipping it into your pocket. Putting on the new dress you picked up from the store that day.
I bet I’ll beat you there, you sent back to the number with a grin displayed on your features.
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You showed up at the nice hotel getting your usual room. You had taken a bottle of Chuuya’s wine on the way out. Of course, you were there first, you poured the wine letting it breathe. You lay down on the bed, hair spreading out everywhere.
The door opened and there was a sigh as it shut.
“Long day a work?” You had a slight laugh in your voice.
“Don’t start with me.”
“Oh come on. It couldn't have been that bad.” You sat up looking at him.
“Your protege held me at knifepoint,” Kunikita said to you as you giggled.
“Doesn’t it make you feel a little bit better, that I am taken care of?” she asked him.
“You cut your hair.”
“Yeah, only a little bit. I thought you would care more about the dress you were admiring earlier.”
He came over, “Can you stand up so I can truly admire you?”
You complied standing in front of him twirling as well. “What do you think?”
“My opinion truly matters little. You will do what you please. But…” He kissed your temple. “You do look exquisite.”
“Doppo you really have become such a sweet talker.” You wrapped your arms around his neck pecking his lips. He pulled you in by your hips getting lost in your kisses. “You must be stressed if you want to jump to intimacy and not sit on the balcony and share a drink.”
“Sorry, Darling. Work has been stressful.”
“I didn’t see your little were-tiger out with you today, I thought he usually accompanied you and Dazai out on your agency missions.”
“He does. Atsushi is working on being stronger. The missions that are delegated to him now are more office-centered. Mostly Dazai’s paperwork because he slacker. I hate to think of what man was like in school.”
“Dazai never went to school as far as I know. But he isn’t much of a sharer. I see you have gotten over your fear of attacking him.”
“You helped with that. Saying he is just a man. A smart man. But just a man underneath it all.”
You sipped at the wine, “You know he knows about us.”
Kunikita pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought of the suicidal maniac knowing his hidden desire for a Port Mafia Executive. He smiled at her, “How have you deduced this, my little detective?”
“It’s Dazai. He is all-knowing even if you don’t want him to be. When he held the dress up to me today. He was gauging your reaction. Plus no offense but you don’t hold any regard for my comrades. You could have easily used your ability against Gin. Then there was the fact you complimented me. Were kind and respectful.”
“Ha, I see.” He took off his glasses putting them on the table. “With your work, you would do well at the agency.”
“I would have to ask someone I strongly dislike for a favor. He owes me anyway. But doesn’t mean I will do it. And I can’t…I can’t leave Chuuya behind.”
“Dazai says your siblings but you look nothing alike.”
“We grew up in the slums together. We were in the Sheep together. I was the only one who didn’t turn on him when he had to work with the Port Mafia. Which is the whole reason we are a part of the mafia in the first place. We were put in two different categories though. He was more suited for higher-up stuff than me.”
“Right…I don’t even know what your position was when you first entered the mafia.”
“I don’t know if I should tell you.”
“Why? We are…we are…?”
“I wouldn’t say we are boyfriend or girlfriend. But you aren’t seeing anyone else outside of me?”
“No.” He answered firmly. “You?”
“Who has the time? We are just together. Intimate. Share each other's company. And according to your little book, I meet how many of the requirements?
“You meet exactly 35 of 58.”
“Roughly 60% of the requirements. I have time to meet the other 40. We have our private dates because we can’t risk anyone from either organization knowing.”
“You say Dazai knows that’s a risk.”
“Dazai won’t say anything. It doesn’t benefit him. And we are just reminded of someone he lost that was very dear to him.”
“Who?”
“My mentor. Oda Sakunosuke. The person I shouldn’t tell you about. Dazai would hate me more if I did.” Your fingers were trailing up and down the stem of the glass not looking at Doppo. “If I tell you, you can’t let on to Osamu that you know. Feel any compassion towards him and he’ll know. Odasaku is his secret. And also his guiding light most days.”
“Fine.”
“Odasaku was the Port Mafia’s cleaner. He was a child assassin. He had an ability, he could see 5 seconds ahead of what was going to happen. He used dual pistols. And he was a really good shot. Most importantly, he read this book a lot.” You slid the book over to him. “It’s a series he didn’t like the ending I suppose. Oda told me he met a man once when he was reading, told him, really encouraged him to write his own conclusion to the story. That there was something important to humanity and writing. I can’t remember now.” You hated that you couldn’t remember those words from your mentor. They seemed so important now. “He believed a killer, a murderer had no right to write about human lives and humanity if he cared so little for it. So he vowed to stop killing, he said he would become a novelist one day. If I was stronger enough and smart enough to take his place.” You sniffled at the memory as he bought you your first whiskey in the Lupin bar before you spit it out and he laughed patting your back, you’ll get used to it kid. “He really was a good person. He adopted 5 orphans too. He went against his vow for them. The person that killed him, killed them too. He was low-ranking in the food chain of the Port Mafia…but still managed a way to be Dazai’s best friend and closest confidant. There were things Oda knew about him that not even Chuuya or Mori did. Mori orchestrated his death, to force Dazai out. In the end, Oda was making Dazai more compassionate. And Mori prayed on that.”
“Why did you stay if the man meant so much to you?”
“He knew my heart and loyalties lie with Chuuya. He told me whatever makes me grounded in the organization, use it. Don’t get lost. Don’t kill unless you feel like there is no other choice. And in his experience, there are many other choices. After he died I vowed not to dishonor his memory, I got promoted but I never killed anyone again. And if the Black Lizard killed people, it was never given as an order by me but by someone else.”
“And Gin are you teaching her the same values?”
“As much as I can remember yes. I tell her to think about who she is about to kill and what effects would it have on her, the people around her, and what will happen in the long run if this person dies. I told her what would happen if she had killed you today.”
“Really? Enlighten me.”
“That is a story for the future, my love.”
“You would do great in the agency,” Doppo said to you cupping your face with his hand.
“I know. But I can’t leave not just yet. The sick thing is, if Oda didn’t die…he would be in the agency. I would have still taken his place, not be an executive and I would be fine with that. He would have left been working with you and finally be free. Be happy.” You said solemnly. “You remind me a lot of him. That is probably why I was drawn to you if I am honest. The same reason is probably why Dazai likes you. Granted Odasaku encouraged that silly side of Dazai you loathe. Probably why he is like that all the time now. He used to be the most terrifying 15-year-old I have ever met and I grew up with Chuuya Nakahara. And he made Chuuya scarier too.”
“Thank you for opening up to me about this…I know this was hard. Especially since it is a part of Dazai’s story as well.” He held your hand tightly. “Do you want to order room service?”
“Yes. Please. I want to just forget for a night. Please tell me about your work.”
Kunikida dialed the food knowing your usual order, putting the phone down he sighed, “Nothing special I guess. Just a small gang association kidnapping kids of local business owners to cough up more protection money.”
“I hate scumbags like that.”
His head lulled over to your direction.
“We do not do that in the Port Mafia. We just make you join the organization and be a front for us if need be.” She smirked. “Know your enemy Kunikida.”
He grabbed you by the waist, “my enemy,” he huskily whispered, “my enemy or my lover.”
“Well, I think enemy lines are blurred tonight. Don’t you think?” You kissed his lips, lips grazing as you pulled away. “You need to relax more.”
“Relax? How would you like me to relax.”
“We could start by taking your hair down. That can’t feel good for your head. Loosening this tie. Spending time with your lover more. She might help you feel better.”
“Will my lover take care of me?”
You blushed, “In what ways.”
“You have a dirtier mind than Dazai. Care to brush my hair, give me a message, and attend to me properly.” He said kissing down your neck.
“I am willing to. Why don’t you freshen up with a shower, fresh clothes are in the closet for you. We will eat dinner and I can attend to your needs. As I see fit.”
You laid the clothes out for him on the bed pulling out your hair brush. You and Doppo had been living here. He couldn't come to yours. And you couldn't go to his. You had this room.
It should be enough. This should be enough. Doppo was dedicated to his job and you loved that about him. He loved that about you. Did you love your job? Not always. But you had responsibilities.
He came over to you rubbing your shoulders. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I swear.” you turned and kissed his cheek. “Did you use the hotel's body lotion?”
“Yeah. I know Jasmine is not the scent meant for me.”
“Oh, I never said that,” You laughed kissing his face. “Honestly this is the best you have smelled in a while.”
“Because I am training Atsushi, he smells like an actual wild cat.”
“Akutagawa mentioned that about him. Honestly, I thought he was being dramatic.” Doppo scowled at the mention of the young man's name. “Enough about work. Food should be here soon and I will work on your hair. It is time for us to relax.”
He relaxed in your touch on the bed as she detangled his hair softly and brushed it out for him. You tied it back up for him. “There doesn’t that feel better.”
He hummed as there was a knock at the door, “You get the door while I set up the balcony Darling,” Doppo instructed.
You nodded walking to the door, opening it wide for the cart to come in, holding it for the young boy, “Hi, thanks can you take it to the balcony, thank you.”
Doppo was getting the wine bottle to refill their glasses when he looked up at the waiter, “Atsushi, what are you doing here?”
You felt your heart drop at the mention of the kid's name.
“Uh, Dazai,” He pointed to the cart. “He made me do it!” This poor kid looked genuinely scared of Doppo. Like his teacher caught his favorite student smoking behind the school.
Dazai slid out from under the cart. “Kunikida~~” This idiot was singing at the top of his lungs. “You forgot your notebook at the office. Come to our surprise when we followed after you, you came to a hotel room. Now where is this gorgeous belladonna…? ____?” Dazai looked shocked.
“Port Mafia Executive _____?!” Atsushi jumped back staring at her.
“Osamu Dazai, I swear to god!” You felt your anger boiling, you were only just imagining what Chuuya felt for years as his partner in crime.
“You stole my notebook!” Kunikida started choking him.
“I did no such thing. How could you think so little of me Kunikida?” Dazai feigned innocence.
Kunikida was really going to throttle him this time.
“Did you really not know I was here with him?”
“Huh?” Dazai looked at her. “Not a clue. I didn’t think Kunikida was your type of guy. If anything someone like Hirotsu seems like your type or a gangster type like that young Tachihara. Not Mister Button-up who only dates to marry and if they follow every one of his little expectations. Mmm, what’s this he checked off some of the boxes. I’m sorry she matches some of these crazy asks?”
Doppo snatched his notebook from Dazai. “This is none of your business.” He scratched something in his book.
You smiled.
“What’s the end goal for you here?”
“What?” You asked as Dazai had that look in his eyes. Something similar to the bosses. It scared you when he got like this. Dazai grabbed your wrist dragging you into the bathroom to speak to her privately.
“Well, I know Kunikida’s intentions, to date and marry the woman that matches his weird little requirements list. But you, what is your end goal?”
“If you are suggesting I’m doing this for malicious reasons you are wrong. Dead wrong.”
Dazai smirked, “Ah I see. So not even Chuuya Nakahara knows what his little protector is doing? I have to hand it to you ___ you were always a good liar. But not as good as me.”
“I’m not lying. Doppo, I love him.”
“Where do you see yourself by the time you're 33.”
“I see where you are going with this…No, I don’t want to be dead. I don’t plan on being dead. What about you?”
“I haven’t really decided.”
“Well, neither have I. Chuuya needs someone looking out for him. We may not be blood relatives but we are as close as it gets. I was the only one that stood by him from the sheep.”
“That’s because you knew him before that reputation.” Dazai pointed out.
“If I’m not with him. How will I know he will be ok? How will I know he won’t push himself over the edge? How will I know when he does you will be there for him?”
“Kunikida wants to marry you if he has kept this charade going for you.”
“I know. He dates to marry.”
“I won’t let him get caught up in Mori’s puppet games.”
“I won’t either. I do love him Osamu. I won’t let Mori hurt him ever.”
Dazai studied your face, “I believe you. You have that same look when you talk about Chuuya or when you talked about Oda. You know there is always a ticket out for you. One phone call to Ango you could be working in the agency.”
“Doubt I would be a great fit. My ability is more for assassin-based work. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I guess. But you are good with intel as well.” He pulled her gun out leaving out on the counter of the bathroom sink.
“You cheeky bastard! You went up my dress to get that.”
He was already leaving the hotel room, dragging Atsushi out by his collar, “Bye-bye Kunikida. This will be a secret just between us boys alright?” He slammed the door shut between them.
“Will he keep this a secret?” Kunikida asked.
“He has no need to reveal it. He knows I make you happy. And I won’t put you in harm's way.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Dinner? remember?” You grabbed his shoulder pulling him with you as you tucked your gun back into your thigh holster.
“Did he really take that from you again?”
“You aren’t concerned that he stuck his hand up my dress?”
“I think I will torture him tomorrow for that.”
You laughed slightly, “Has Kunikida learned how to manage his anger?”
He pinched your cheek, “Don’t say my name like that. And I much prefer if you call me Doppo.”
“Alright, Doppo. What can I say Dazai has the magic touch.”
“Don’t say that either.”
You laughed more, “Get your mind out of the gutter Doppo.” Yeah, it was complicated. Messy even. And you were only supposed to clean them up not cause them yourself. But in this room, in this space. It could be as messy as it needed to be. For now.
hey guys,,,,so I took so time off from writing to focus more on my studies and mental health but I'm definitely going to start posting again, I will have a new masterlist posted the only thing that has changed is that I do not write for MHA anymore. I kind of fell out of love with the show/manga. (I will leave a select few of them up) the main shows I will be doing fanfic for are bungo stray dogs, jujutsu kaisen, and haikyuu (and possibly more in the future) please be understanding
and don't be afraid to send in asks as well I want to encourage more interaction, if I'm not totally comfortable writing something i will let you know.
+ summary: You are Megumi's babysitter for when Gojo goes out to work. Gojo and you are secretly dating behind the little boys back while going to the museum one day Megumi thwarts Gojo's advances towards you because of Megumi's little crush on you.
Genre: fluff, humor
Warning: N/A
“I’ll be back around 10 p.m. Gumi you be good for ___ like we promised. You be good then we go to the museum tomorrow.”
He gave Gojo a blank stare then responded, “Nanami is coming too?”
“Yes, he said he would. I will tell him again.” He patted his head.
“Don’t worry Mr. Gojo Megumi is always good. Plus I brought a puzzle for us to do.” You told him lifting the puzzle box lid showing the movie Aliens.
You watched as his little blue eyes lit up. He got up from the table he was coloring at and went to push Gojo out of the apartment.
“Someone really likes puzzles.” Gojo chuckled. “Also ___ don’t call me Mr. Gojo we are the same age. If there is an emergency you have my number.” He winked at you.
“Gojo stop hitting on ___ and go already.”
“Alright kiddo I’m going I’m going. Be back soon.”
Megumi slammed the door shut and locked it.
“He’s gone. Can we watch the movie and can you please make ice cream sundaes again?”
You smiled down at him. “You pop the movie in the DVD player and I will prepare the ice cream.”
You scooped the ice cream into small bowls and added Megumi’s favorite toppings which were Oreo cookie crumbles and gummy worms.
You spoiled Megumi. He was a good kid and he was definitely not a wild child.
There were a few things he did like was violence, horror, and ice cream that looked like dirt with worms.
You came over to the den placing the bowls on the coffee table. You sat down at the table across from Megumi.
Seeing paper, crayons, and markers spread across the table. Mixed with a few drawings.
You noticed a picture of black and white dogs. Frogs with wings. Then the ever disturbing photo of Gojo with his unnaturally crystal blue eyes.
“Hey, that is a great portrait of your Uncle.”
“Gojo isn’t my Uncle ___. How many times do I have to tell you? No wonder your mom says you are failing English your comprehension skills are not that great.”
‘The attitude on this kid. Insulting his elders like that. Eavesdropping on a conversation.’
“Gumi it’s disrespectful to say that to your elders. You and I both know this is not the first time you have been caught eavesdropping on other people's conversations. All these attributes you develop from Gojo. You even style your hair like you Uncle.”
He stood up and shuffled his hair around looking at a picture of Gojo and his friends on the wall seeing the resemblance of the hairstyles.
“Hey, guys I got off work early…” Gojo had gotten home to see you and Megumi sitting on the couch watching as Newt was floating in the water waiting for Ripley and Hicks to save her.
“What are you guys watching?”
“Aliens,” Megumi stated shoving some pretzel mix into his mouth.
“Aren’t you seven? Doesn’t this scare little Gumi?”
“I’m not little. I’m almost taller than the kids in my class and Panda.”
Gojo smacked the back of his head at the mention of Panda.
“Kid it’s time for bed.”
“Oh come on Satoru it’s a Friday night the movie is almost over. Just sit down.” You patted the couch.
As the end credits were filling up the screen.
“Can we color?” Megumi asked not wanting to go to bed.
“Megumi it is bedtime. You need your eight hours so you can enjoy the museum tomorrow.” You told him.
“Can you put him to bed? I’ll give you tip.” Gojo flashed his flirtatious smile.
“Anything for my little Megumi.” You pinched Megumi’s cheek.
Megumi jumped onto his bed picking up a quarter and scratching the little square off his movie poster box that read Aliens.
“Next time you watch me can we watch the Dark Knight?”
“Sure. You want the night light on?”
He got a little embarrassed, shoving the blankets over his face. You flipped his wall socket blue light. You went to close the door.
“Oh, Megumi there’s one thing more thing I had to mention..”
“What is it?” He asked.
“I love you goodnight.” You closed the door and went to the front hall.
“The kid asleep?” Gojo asked starring at his phone.
“Yeah out like a light.”
“Great.” He smiled getting up from the couch kissing your cheeks. You giggled at his over affection.
“Hey, how come you never told me that Megumi was not your nephew?”
“I didn’t think I had too I just thought you knew he wasn’t related to me. I thought it was pretty obvious. Wait you thought this whole time that..” The man started laughing his ass off at the thought of Megumi being his actual nephew. “We are dating and you thought I was an uncle. Megumi and I don’t even look alike.”
“Not true you guys style your hair the same way. Gumi must look up to you a little bit.”
He continued laughing handing the cash over. “Here is the money for tonight.”
“Thanks, Gojo and I can babysit anytime Megumi is the best kid.”
“Too you. He can be a brat sometimes. Speaking of which he is going to upset tomorrow.”
“Huh? Why?” You asked putting your items in your backpack and putting the dishes in the sink.
“Nanami can’t come to the museum with us. He has to work tomorrow. He felt bad about not being able to come for Megumi but he is happy he doesn’t have to hang out with me.”
“I can come with you guys.” You stated.
“I don’t know you are a pretty expensive babysitter/ date and I promised Megumi museum food and two gift shop toys.”
“One I will do it free of charge. Two museum food is bad. I will make lunches and I need to get out of the house tomorrow my mom is going to be mad.”
“English?” Gojo asked.
“It is not an easy class.” You argued.
He chuckled again.
“What time do you want me here tomorrow? I’ll pay for my train ticket and museum pass.”
“I’m paying for that stuff. Just make some lunches and be here at 9:30.”
“Who are you making lunch for this morning?” Your mother asked. “You aren’t going out with your friends this weekend missy until you get your English grade up.” She swatted your head with a spoon.
You rubbed the top of your head. “Ma I’m going to the museum with Satoru and Megumi.”
“A date certainly not.”
Your face turned beet red at the comment your mother made about you going on a date with Satoru. “Mom it is not a date. Satoru told me that one of his friends couldn’t come and it would crush Megumi. Look at him mom, I couldn’t let the kid get his heart crushed.” You show a picture of Megumi that was on your phone.
“That Satoru is very irresponsible. Getting a girl pregnant at a young age and now a single dad.”
“Mom I have told you a million times that he isn’t his dad. He is his guardian. Megumi’s father and mother passed away and his stepmother too. Gojo told him that he would take care of him.”
“What kind of grown man lets a teenager take care of his child?”
“According to Gojo, their families have a special connection something about them working with the same organization or company.” Her eyes went wide, she gasped to ready to yell about you hanging out with a gangster. “Mom they are not in the mafia or were in the mafia. Satoru does not have any tattoos. And I don’t like gossiping about this. I’m going to finish making our lunches and then I’m going to go up to their apartment and leave.”
She hummed. “Be home before 4 o’clock.”
“Ok, mom.” You kissed the side of her face and wrapped up the little boxed lunches.
“So Gumi what are you most excited to see at the museum?” You asked holding his hand walking inside the building.
“The dinosaur exhibit.” He said confidently.
“Me too buddy,” Gojo said.
“I personally am excited about the sea life exhibit. I wonder if you got on Gojo’s shoulders if you can touch the whale's nose.” You said.
“Let’s test that theory.” Gojo picked up Megumi and put him effortlessly on his shoulders. “Hold the hair Buddy up there.” Gojo held your hand going into the museum.
Megumi felt a tinge of jealousy go through him. He tugged at Gojo’s white locks.
“Hey kid easy with the grip. I’m going to get our tickets can you put our jackets in the check.” Gojo gave you his and Megumi’s jackets. You nodded and went left as he went right for the tickets.
The first exhibit was the dinosaurs, Megumi asked to get down from Gojo’s shoulders and went to running around the museum as the pair of you watch him.
But it was like the kid had a sixth sense as soon as Gojo got an inch of you. Whether it was holding your hand or putting his arm around your shoulders, Megumi was dragging you away to look at the dinosaurs.
Even when you finished those exhibits and went to a little galaxy film he sat in between the two of you.
As soon as you got to the sea life exhibit Megumi went back up on Satoru’s shoulders.
He told Gojo to go straight for the whale. He reached for the whale with his small hands. You were a few feet behind them taking a picture of them.
Megumi tugged at Gojo’s hair while they were alone.
“What is it kiddo?”
“Do you like ___?” He asked nervously.
“Sure I do Buddy. I have to make sure you are being taken care of by someone I like and trust when I’m out.”
“I mean do you like-like her?”
Gojo sighed pulling him down. “Something tells me with your sneaking around and always lurking in the doorways you already know that answer. Which is a good thing for a sorcerer to know but for a kid is troublesome. Sorcerers and teachers keep coming to me about it.”
Megumi puffed his cheeks out and huffed. “You taught me to do that.”
“Ok ok, we can talk about this another day. But yes I like her. I am scared though.”
“You get scared?”
“Yeah of course I get scared. I’m scared now because she is normal. She is lucky to not live as we do. I’m also afraid of what my parents will think of her even if I think they are shit people. You will understand that when you are older. However, I know I can handle it as life goes on.” Gojo told him. “Do you have a crush on ___?”
“NO!” Megumi shouted.
Gojo wrapped his hands around Megumi’s face. Parents around the museum starred him down. “Not trying to kidnap just trying to stop a tantrum.” Gojo laughed.
You walked over to them. “Gumi is this gnome bothering you?”
He nodded his head yes.
“Remember what I taught you to do when Gojo covers your mouth.”
Megumi thought for a minute and then a light bulb went over his head. He licked the palm of Saturo’s hand.
“Of course you taught him that.” He said pulling his hand away. “Come on let us go to the cafe and eat the little boxed lunches ___ made for us.” Gojo came back up and kissed your cheek. Walking towards the door to the courtyard.
You were a little shocked and you stuttered some syllables following after him and Megumi.
“Don’t worry cutie he already knows. He has been eavesdropping and watching.”
“Some of that content was not safe for children.” You smushed your face into your hands.
“As soon as you started kissing Gojo I closed my door and started playing with my dogs.”
“What dogs?” You asked.
Gojo smacked his head again. “Gumi we will cross that bridge when we get there.” He growled.
“Sorry. I have secret dogs.” He made a puppet with his hands in the sunlight.
“Aw shadow puppet dogs. Those are cute.”
Gojo gave Megumi a warning look so he wouldn’t say the keyword. He stuck his tongue out.
“Alright, let's eat boys, and then I have to go home.”
Gojo smiled at you and sat down across from you and Megumi. He finally had a little family again. He hoped it wouldn’t get ruined by him or his life.
+ summary: Hawks gets you a job as his hero costume designer. As he is preparing to go undercover he ask you for a big favor.
Genre: fluff, angst
Warning: n/a
“A little birdie told me you aren’t working here anymore.” Your work friend said hopping into your office as you were sketching.
“What I’m getting fired?” You said shocked.
“No no. I heard a pro hero requested you personally. I heard you are being transferred to their hero design agency. Again a little bird told me.” She said through gritted teeth pointing towards the window backing out of the office.
You whipped your head outside and saw Hawks outside waving.
“Oh dear god.” You swiped your hands telling him to leave. “Go, go.”
There was a knock on your office door you turned your head to see your boss standing there.
“I see you met your client Miss. Himura.”
“Regrettably so.” You sighed putting your hand to your forehead.
“The Bakugou agency handles all of Hawks hero costume designs, you will be transferred there.” Your boss explained. “Although I heard he was difficult to work with the last designers he made it rather difficult.”
The plural term of designer was supposed to make you nervous but you knew he was difficult you’ve had a conversation with him.
“Listen, Sir, yes I know Hawks and I know it’s a big deal that the number 2 hero asked for me personally. But please don’t take offense.”
“Miss. Himura I don’t take offense to it. In fact, I’m proud of you. Just know this office is always open for you if things don’t work out with that man.” He pointed to the window, Hawks was treading the air with a bucket of chicken.
He saw you looking at him and wave with a wing in his hand.
“Is your boyfriend always like that Miss. Himura?” Your boss asked.
“What?! Him my boyfriend? Not a chance in hell!”
“I only made that assumption because of the feather on the chain. It is the same color as his.”
“Oh. Well, he gave it as a gift, he is a family member's friend. Even though it’s hard to believe that Endeavor has any friends.” You mumbled to yourself. “I should pack my things I have a feeling that half of the bucket is meant for me.” You pointed towards the window.
You grabbed a box from under your desk and started packing up the items from your office and put away your tablet. You moved out of the office as quickly as possible trying to avoid Hawks.
You were nearly out of the building when you were about to cross the threshold of the door you were met with his bright cocky personality.
“Hiya Dove. Where are you going?”
“Don’t play coy Hawks, dumb is not a good look on you.”
“I thought I was a birdbrain, featherbrain, cuckoo, peacock, featherhead, flibbertigibbet..” He began listing off remarks you have said about him.
“Ok ok. So I do think you are an idiot but I know you aren’t. Idiots can’t be in the top 10 in hero society.”
“Isn’t your brother-in-law number 1?” He asked.
You half chuckled. “That is very funny.” You put down your box and tugged on the feather on your neck.
“Ow! Hey how did you- you made my feather into a necklace?”
You dropped down to pick up your box. “Like you didn’t know the slightest pressure on the feather and felt it admittedly. It was a quick process at home, you said if I was in any danger of using it. I can’t just leave it at the bottom of my purse.”
“Yeah, I guess you are right.” He said. “My feathers can carry that for you while we fly over to the Bakugou’s.”
“Fly?”
“Yeah it’s quick and we can’t be late for our meeting.”
“Meeting?” You asked still a little confused. Without wanting to continue the conversation Hawks took it upon himself to take the box out of your hands and lifted you into the air. “ahh Hawks I did not approve of this.”
“Chill out baby bird. We will be there in two seconds. It’s not like I’m going to drop you.” He feigned dropping you, you gripped him even tighter.
“Fuck you.”
“Aww is someone scared of heights, wasn’t it your idea last night that we fly home.”
“I’m now regretting that suggestion because now you will just do it all the time.”
“Oh, you think this is like our thing.”
“Our thing? There is no our thing. And even if there was not saying there is but if there were it would be me insulting you and you just always being cocky and flirty.”
“Come on Dove you like that about me.”
“I miss the Hawks from last night. Who was nice and honest.”
He laughed. “You like me both ways come on admit it. You like that we spar in conversation and you like that I care about you.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not—”
“We are here.” He said putting you on the sidewalk.
“Oh, the sweet ground I will never take you for granted again.”
“So no more flying?”
“Not even if I was bleeding out.” You said walking into the building.
“Mitsuki this is ___ Himura. She is a close friend of mine. I think she will be the perfect person for spearheading my costume details.”
“If she can get by your standards and the heroes commission Hawks I will happily take her on. You are as nitpicky as my son was at five.” She mumbled under her breath.
“Oh, you are Katsuki Bakugou’s mother. I knew you look familiar.” You said out loud then covered your mouth. “Sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” You quickly apologize.
“I’m assuming you saw the sports festival.”
“Yes and no. My nephew is in the same class as your son. Yeah, the boy he nearly killed before winning.”
“Oh my god! I'm so sorry for my son’s unbridled determination to be number one.”
“It’s ok. Because of that Shoto started getting close with the family again. We started spending more time together. Plus I’ve met your son he said I believe ‘my cooking was subpar to Fuyumi’s.’ Which is a compliment because I nearly burned down my apartment once in the middle of the night because forgot to turn the oven off.”
Hawks groaned at that comment and thought to himself, ‘she really can’t take care of herself can she.’
“That son of mine really has no manners.”
You giggled. “Mrs.Bakugou you look young to be a mother especially to a teenager.”
“It is because of my quirk I secrete glycerin that keeps my skin young.”
“Wow, that is amazing.”
“You seem young to be an aunt and even in our business.”
“My sister and I have a 20 year age gap. I went to a prestigious design school that taught hero costume design at a college level for really intense students who wanted to get ahead start. I mean our world is teaching young children how to become children fair for them to teach the hefty amount of the next generation of costume design.”
“You are ambitious for a youngster.” She laughed. “I see why Hawks likes you. Let me show you to your office and you will have an assistant. Usually, new designers have to share their assistant but since you have a special assignment you have a private assistant.” She explained getting up from her desk.
“Please Mitsuki, I will show her I know where it is well enough.” Hawks said picking up your box.
“Wow, this place is bigger than my old office and my apartment. And look at this desk it’s amazing and the lighting. Thank you Hawks.”
He was smiling and leaning up against the big windows. “I’m glad you are happy. Listen we do need to talk.”
“Oh yeah of course Bossman.”
“I need to tell you something, the reason I took the other day off was that I’m going through a transition phase of a case I and Endeavor are working on. I’m going undercover with the league.”
You dropped into your desk chair. “You are g…going u..u..undercover.” You stuttered out as you swallowed a lump in your throat.
“Trust me everything will be ok. Everything will be followed by regulations. I do have a favor to ask.”
You crossed your arms and stared him down.
“Don’t look mad I haven’t even asked you yet. I just want you to housesit while I’m away.”
“Doesn’t an empty house, sit itself?”
“I have two cats and my best friend needs I don’t want to say constant attention. But yeah she needs it and you would be a good match for her.”
“You have a best friend?”
“Yeah, Mirko.”
Your face made an oh face.“You are friends with her the rabbit hero. Who is awesome and you are you.”
He grumbled. “If she is so awesome why don’t you have any costume ideas for her.”
“Because she doesn’t need them. Her quirk is about strength and durability. Her costume executes that. Besides yours just needs a few tweaks especially since winter is coming.”
“The winter costume I usually have is in my file there.” He pointed to the desk. “But you just switched jobs you can work on that another day. So will you house sit for me?”
“Where would I sleep?” You asked.
“I have a guest room. Just warning you Phoenix and Howl like to cuddle at night. Do you like cats? I forgot to ask.”
“Yeah, I do. Why do you like cats again?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “I was human before I was part bird and it is not like they hiss at me. I taught them to like birds and ironically hate rabbits that is why Mirko can’t do it..”
You stuck your tongue out at him. “But yeah I’ll do it. Because I know why you are doing this and knowing you, you probably come to my apartment and harass me about it until you leave. And on the day you would have to leave you would bird nap me.” You booped his nose.
“That has nothing to do..”
“Oh please, when you saw my apartment last night you looked so concerned. Like a baby that got left at daycare for the first time.” You mimicked his look. “If it makes you feel better I would happily do it for your sake of mind and the cats need somebody to cuddle with at night. Think of it as a thank you gift for the job. I should get to work.”
“Nope Mitsuki knows that I needed you for the rest of the day. She thinks we are looking at my costumes at HQ but in actuality, we are going to my apartment because of high security.” He said with a cheerful voice. “You need to be fingerprinted and background checked and get a special id card. And also get you well acclimated with my cats they have to like you.”
“We can take public transport and not fly?”
“Cross my heart and hope to fly.” He smirked.
“Don’t joke about that. Come on let us go already.”
It has been two weeks since Hawks had asked you to house sit. He was still preparing things got you.
You felt your phone vibrate on your desk. As you were in the middle of drawing.
“Hi, birdbrain.”
“Stop calling me that. I’m technically your boss now, you shouldn’t do that.”
“I don’t respect you so it doesn’t matter and you would never fire me.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t?”
“No because of you fire me you would be firing another designer that would be your 11th in the past six months no company, not one designer will want to touch you with a ten-foot pool no matter your hero ranking. That and you like me too much. And Phoenix and Howl like me a little bit better than you.”
You heard him grumble on the other end.
“Okay, ‘Kay listen pack your stuff you are taking a half-day. Wait outside a car will come and you are moving in today.”
“What about my-”
“I kind of sort of broke into your apartment and moved everything already in my apartment.”
“If your home is an apartment then my home is an outhouse.”
“It is an apartment.”
“You live in a penthouse. Don’t try and argue. You have three bathrooms, an office, two balconies, a giant hall closet, and a laundry room.”
“You are bragging about my own home to me. I know what it is. Yes, it is technically a penthouse but still also an apartment building.”
“Alright, I get it. I’m going I’m going.”
“Hiya Phoenix and Howl.” You exclaimed leaning down on the floor petting their heads gently.
“Took you long enough to get here.” Hawks said from off the kitchen-den balcony.
“I had to get your ‘under cover’ villain's design.” You said tapping the box next to you on the floor. “Your daddy can be so dense sometimes.”
You felt a feather slap you in the face.
“Don’t call me dense Dove.” He growled.
“Open the box I’m kind of excited.”
He opened it, and he held the pieces out. He was genuinely impressed it was a completely diffident color scheme. Darker colors that stuff made him look not so approachable.
“Now the shirt is a bit of a tighter shirt but the material is a bit thicker and fire-resistant because of that burning guy.”
“It’s long-sleeved.”
“You have two. One is long-sleeved and the other sleeveless. Also, your goggles are now purple and you have this new material that is more flexible on your cargo pants. And more of an athletic jacket. Sewn into the jacket is a tracker plus if you move up to 70 mph in the air in the night sky you blend right in you would be invisible to the naked eye. So how did I do boss man?”
“This is impressive. I’m used to being a jokester and over cocky and kind hero that everyone wants to come up to. With this look, I might be able to look like a villain.” He laughed.
“Yeah just give them that dead look you give villains. You look so creepy when you do that.”
“I don’t look creepy.”
“Look at the mirror and pretend someone you care is being held hostage or something.”
He rolled his eyes but he indulged you.
“See you look dead inside. It gives me the chills.”
He turned his head to you and gave you a puppy dog look.
“Shoto has that look too. Or did like a few months ago before his frozen heart thawed.” You said in an overdramatized tone. “It’s ok to have that look. It strikes fear in your nemesis and gives your supporters hope that you can take the bad guy down.” You told him squeezing his shoulder blades giving him an encouraging smile.
He felt his heartbeat a little faster even swell, and his wings started to shake a little.
“So..uh you remember all the rules?”
You thought for a moment remembering every little detail Hawks told you he even pop quizzed you a few times leading up to this moment.
“Get up at 5:30 to feed Phoenix and Howl. Then do a little morning exercise and/or activity outside with them on your bedroom balcony lock after use. Make sure to give them a toy and as I am leaving to go from work. Not only do I lock the door with my key I lock it with my special keycard and fingerprint. Take the car service into work and check the I.D. and the driver to make sure every single time it is Suga. Do the same thing coming home. If I need groceries to text your assistant and she will deliver them to the apartment herself with her ID. Make sure I get confirmation that she was in the home. If Mirko wants to hang out she must come over here no outdoor excursions and if I feel I’m in any danger call her and the heroes commission. Have the shades drawn at night and make sure everything is locked before bed. Lastly, make sure Phoenix and Howl are nestled safely in bed and have access to my bathroom in case of their own bathroom needs.”
He smirked. “Ok, you passed my final test. Just in case you forget. There is a laminated reference sheet on the coffee table, kitchen counter, magnet on the fridge, taped in the glass wear cabinet, their food cabinet, one on the desk in your room and taped to your ceiling as well.”
“A little overboard?”
“Not when it comes to their and your safety __.” He grabbed your shoulders staring at you. “If I get compromised I need to know that you are safe. Of course, heroes commissions will tell you but I have these percussions not only for myself but the safety of others in my life. Just so you know the study and my room can turn into a well-armored panic room if need be. And if you are in any danger use the feather system it works. Please do not try and defend yourself you are very precious to me Dove.” He kissed your lips very lightly but affectionally.
Before you could even respond he took the box you had given him and said his last goodbyes. “I have to be going I’ll lock up on my way out and there are leftovers in the fridge. Stay home tomorrow and meet my assistant she is coming by with a week's worth of groceries. I’ll see you on the other side Baby Bird.”
It has been six months living in Hawks home and you had gotten rather used to the everyday routine of living under his strict rules.
Every day Phoenix and Howl are a joy. You even have a folder of photos and videos of them on your phone for when Hawks comes back so he can see what his feline friends have been up to.
Although having your monthly family dinners taken away from you was a drag. But FaceTiming your niece and nephews made up for it. You tried once to talk to Endeavor to see if he heard anything about Hawks but he shut you down saying it was confidential.
Mirko or Rumi as she liked to be called by her friends which she said you were!! Had visited at least 5x a week. It was nice to have that company she was so awesome even if the cats didn’t like her. You would watch trashy shows and movies some nights, have little spa nights together and even talk about her heroine days.
However, it was pretty lonely living in Hawks home without Hawks.
Every now and then you would clean up a little and find a feather. On your really emotional days, you cry a little. You never heard from bird brain. But that is a good thing right? That means his undercover work is going well that he is safe.
But then why did it bother you so much? Maybe it was because before he left he kissed you affectionately like he was never going to see you again. And the longing stares he gave you as if you didn’t notice while he joined the Todoroki family dinners. And him always being worried about you and being treated like you were made of glass by him.
It felt nice to be cared about. To matter to someone. Your parent's concern was always on Rei and her quirk-arranged marriage and their grandchildren. Then you were constantly blamed by Endeavor that it was your fault Touya’s body couldn’t handle his quirk. A battle with your own quirk and it not matching with your own body killing you if you used it incorrectly.
You longed for Hawks to be back already. Even if that meant moving out and only having to see him for those dinners and design meetings.
Was that even true though? He did kiss you. But was it even supposed to be romantic? He left you confused.
You hated to admit it, but on really bad nights you sneak into his room and put on his shirt, and sleep in there. And sometimes when sleep evaded you, you take either your own feather or the ones you have found and stroke them lightly. Knowing he can feel the sensation of your lingering touch.
You hoped he secretly thought about you too.
You and Rumi had gone to get ice cream on a, fortunately, she had a day off so you can spend the afternoon with her instead of late nights. She had gotten rocky road in a cup, you had gotten chocolate cookie dough in a sprinkled waffle cone.
“Rumi how have you known Hawks?”
She licked her spoon before answering your first question, “A few years. We debuted around the same time and we are the same age. Why are you asking?”
“Has he ever had a girlfriend?”
“No. He never has. Hawks from his childhood to now has been working hard to be the best hero he can be. He was put in a special program when he was a kid to my understanding. He tried explaining it to me but you know me in one ear out the other. Why are you asking?” She asked smirking.
“I think I might like him. For a while when I only had to see him when he came over to Endeavors for dinner. All I thought of him was a rather annoying and overly flirty new hero who might have risen to the top too quickly. But after getting to know him, he isn’t that at all. We had been hanging out and talking so much that I got to know him. Now all I can really think about is him because I’m staying in his home, surrounded by his things, I can’t even talk to him to know if he is ok, and the fact that he kissed me before he left. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”
She dropped her spoon on the table as you took a bite out of the ice cream embarrassed.
“My best friend kissed you and you never told me?!”
“To be fair I had only just met you after he did it. And it wasn’t like romantic. It was a goodbye kiss.”
“‘Goodbye kiss’? ___ there are two types of goodbye kisses. There are smothering kisses where it is overwhelming, the person practically shivers their tongue down their significant others throat. They are supposed to make up for all the kisses in the relationship. Then there are soft ones, that are just like a peck nothing overwhelming so it’s not all you think about. It’s supposed to make up for all the kisses not given just in case something bad happens.”
“Number 2 I guess. Rumi what if he doesn’t come back?”
She stabbed her ice cream. “Don’t say that. He’s smarter than he acts.” She took your hand. “He will be fine and then when he comes back you can confess to him.” She said smirking hoping to lift your spirits.
All you did in return was give a little chuckle while eating your ice cream.
“We should get going back home.” You told her.
It had only been a few weeks since you had your confession to Rumi that you had feelings for Hawks.
You were pulling an all-nighter on drawings and designs. With Hawks being gone you offered your services at U.A. helping in teaching support course classes. Even helping the designers that help make the winter costumes for the hero students.
It was getting hotter at night in the apartment you opened the windows in your room a crack. You had your standing desk with your night lamp all set up. You went to take a little break, you made yourself a small cup of hot green tea. You were walking back to your room stretching and cracking aching bones of working all day.
When you got in the room the drawings were on the floor.
“Shit.” You whispered as you put the teacup on the nightstand bending down picking up the papers. “Stupid wind.”
“I thought I told you to lock the windows at night Dove?” You heard a voice from behind you speak.
“Hawks?” You turned around to see the bird hero in the bed blending in with the night. “What are you doing here?”
“It is my home.” He chided back.
You walked over to the windows and shut them. “You couldn’t come in through the front door?”
“Was planning too until I saw the windows open.” He sat up from the bed.
“Are you home home?” You asked placing the papers back on the desk.
“What happened to your neck?” He asked.
He had been referring to a bandage on your neck. You had been stretching yourself possibly too thin. Your quirk activated on its own and ice burns had formed on your neck and your arms.
“Just a little accident.” You laughed it off. “Hawks don’t worry about it. You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yeah, I’m back. I did my job undercover, thanks for the fire resistance clothes that helped a lot. Don’t tell me not to worry about you.”
You huffed a little. “Maybe I stretched myself too thin, I’ve been working on some extra projects. I think I passed out at my desk at U.A. Shoto found me and got me to the nurses' office there. They said I needed rest.”
“Why aren’t you listening to them?”
“Because I need to get these things done.”
“Your mental health is more important than some assignments.” He rubbed your shoulders.
“Why did you kiss me before you left?” You asked crossing your arms.
He cleared his throat and moved away from you afraid we’re uncomfortable around him.
“Just in case.”
“Just in case you died? Come on Keigo be honest.”
“Yeah in case I died. I really like you ___. You make me question my ability to be a hero. I know I’m reckless about my own life when I’m out there but for some reason when I think about you I’m trying to be careful as possible because I know you need me.”
“You shouldn’t do that. Those people need you more than I do.”
“Why can’t you accept that someone cares about you!” He exclaimed grabbing your shoulders. “Damn ___.” He huffed.
“I never said I didn’t like you. It’s just weird. I’m used to passing by everyone’s radar. I’m just a blip in their life. I don’t matter to my parents, my extended family I’m just a kid to them. Then you came along, I just don’t get it.”
“What don’t you get?”
“Me. Of all people me?” You asked.
“Why does it matter. To me, you matter. Do you like me too?”
You swallowed and scratched your head, turning away. “I..I think I might. I missed you a lot while you were gone.”
He pursed his lips. “Yeah, I know. Playing with my feather at night and I’m guessing you found the ones I shed because sometimes I could feel you playing with more than the one.”
You laughed embarrassed you began to rub your eyes.
“I want you to stay here. It is much safer than where you lived before.”
“What would that mean for us?”
“I want to take it slow. You can stay in this room. We can work it out what we are as time goes on.”
“I think I can live with that.” You leaned up and peck his cheek. “You should go shower you smell horrible.”
“And you should get to bed.” He flipped his wrist around to see the time. “It’s already past midnight. Why are we always more truthful past midnight?”
“Nothing good happens after 11 pm is what I’m told.”
“Nah not with us.” He laughed walking back towards the doorway. “Woah this place is so clean. Cleaner than I’ve seen it.” He shouted waking down the hallway.
You laughed pulling the sheets back to get comfortable for the night. You felt your feather stroke your cheek. As you were laying down a bunch of them came above your head making a heart shape.
“Keigo!”
“Ok, ok, I get. Going to shower you going to sleep.” He shouted back defensively calling back the feathers.
You rolled over. “Jesus what have I gotten myself into.”
+ summary: Class 1A is going Apple Picking! You and Hanta get into a lovers quarrel and friendly competition, Todoroki your group mate has to play defense to get you to stop fighting.
Genre: fluff, comedic
Warning: sugesstive
It was the class's first day off in months. You don’t even know why you guys have off. But it was a perfectly crisp autumn day. The class had voted a few days prior to going apple picking because the weather predicted would be beautiful, as promised it was true.
“Everyone quiet!” Iida yelled across the bus.
“Now everyone we are going to go in groups of Three. There will be seven of these groups.” Momo instructed.
“Are we choosing our groups?” Kaminari asked.
“Yes.” The class presidents decided.
A good choice considering certain people in the class definitely don’t get along with others.
Sero and you had been dating ever since the summer, now you would have a hard time choosing a third for your group. Kaminari would not be joining your group he would probably be in Bakugou and Kirishima. Mina was going to be with Hagakure and Tsu.
So who would be your perfect third?
“Hey Roki you want to be in our group?” Hanta asked turning his head.
“I would like that. I like the two of you calm and civil. You guys make a nice couple.” He said before going back to sleep.
“Did Todoroki just compliment us?” You asked Hanta.
“Yes. He does that you get used to after a while. He just does it so casually like it doesn’t make your heart skip a beat or warm it.”
“My eyes are closed I’m not asleep,” Todoroki said.
“Sorry man,” Hanta said.
You, Hanta, and Todoroki were waiting in line to get your apple bag.
Sero being the taller one out of your group looked at the apple bag prices.
His eyes went wide looking at the price for a large bag for all of you, ”There's no way that you're wasting $20 on that.”
“Hanta, then how are we going to collect apples?” You asked sarcastically.
“I can fashion a bag out of my tape.” He said.
“A sticky tape bag for the apples. I’ve seen you use your tape with Minetta’s balls they are roughly the same size as apples, they don’t come off the tape easily.”
“I’m sure it will work.”
“Care to test that theory?” You said hoisting your hands on your hips.
He did the same, “Yeah I would. You get the regular bag and I’ll make my bag.”
“Guys I have Endeavor’s credit card I can just buy us each a bag. I don’t have a problem with it.”
“No Todoroki we couldn’t do that. And I have to prove a point.” Hanta said.
“No, I have to prove a point.” You argued back.
“..Ok.” He said. He turned to Midoriya who was behind your group. “Do couples always argue?”
“Not always. It is perfectly healthy though to have tiffs, Todoroki.” Uraraka pointed out as she was listening in on his question.
“Todoroki come on we have to get an actual bag.” You said grabbing him by the collar dragging him to the stand.
“___ I do want to pay for the bag,” Todoroki said pulling out a black card.
“So that is what a number hero gets you.”
“Also we will be getting a wagon.”
“Aww what a sweet boyfriend. That will be 45 dollars.”
You started laughing, “Him..my boyfriend. No, no. Definitely no, definitely no. God no. No, no, no. Ha Todoroki my boyfriend what a joke.”
“Oh sorry, Miss.”
“Come on Roki we got to show up Hanta.” You grabbed the collar of his sweater again as he dragged along the wagon.
“___ why did you laugh when the lady said that?” He asked.
“Oh because you are not my type. Sure you have a pretty face but you are no Hanta. No offense I think you are nice. But Hanta just has a quality.” You smirked. “Now come on we gotta beat the bastard.”
With this little tiff between you and Sero Todoroki felt like your child.
“How is the weaving tape man?” You taunted.
“Fine, I might add. Here Roki I made you a bag.”
“I bought myself…” Sero gave him a pleading look he took the tape bag.
“Boys let's move faster.” You said already on the apple tree trail.
Sero was using his tape to shake the tree to have apples fall as Todoroki went to pick up the bruised apples.
Todoroki turned his head as you were hopping on your feet to reach the apples.
“___ looks like she is having trouble reaching the apples Sero. Why don’t you help her?”
“And let her collect more apples than us? And let her win that her bag is better. Her fault for not using her quirk.”
Todoroki sighed and used his ice to make a pedestal come up under you for you to reach the apples. You turned to him giving him a thumbs up.
He hated playing the middle man in your fight. He also didn’t like seeing you fight. Even if it was something petty and stupid.
“Sero stop,” Todoroki said pulling his tape that was still attached to his. It hurt his elbow.
“Dude that hurt! What?”
Todoroki pointed his thumb towards you as you struggled on your tippy-toes on the ice in your boots while holding the overly stuffed bag of apples.
“It is a nice day off, wouldn’t you rather be all romantic and mushy with your girlfriend instead of trying to prove a point. She laughed so hard when the lady said I was her ‘sweet boyfriend’, ___ said and I quote ‘You are nice but you are no Hanta.’ She much rather spends time with you as you help her with the apples.”
Hanta looked behind Todoroki again, you were still in the same position as before which a halo of light coming down on you with harp music playing in the back of his mind.
You were really an angel. He made a doppy face. “What about—”
“I’m fine with being on my own. Midoriya dragged me out anyways and once my mom heard about it, she told me to go.”
Sero went over to you as you were slipping off the ice pedestal shooting out his tape wrapping his tape around your waist pulling you towards him.
“hi.” You whispered to him.
“Babe, I want to pick apples with you. With my bag or yours I don’t care. How often do we get to spend quality time together, as a couple.”
“You really want to just pick apples and make our special baked goods when we get back to the dorms?”
“Yes. And you were right about the stickiness. We are going to have to unstick them when we get home.” He said referring to his other arm with apples stuck to it while jiggling it around.
You chuckled as you pulled one off of the tape. “You are the apple of my eye Hanta.”
He blushed pulling at the collar of his shirt.
“I do have to say you have impressive weaving skills with your tape. There is potential in making safety material for your hero work.”
“You are funny aren’t you. Come on let’s bring home more apples than Bakugou. Bet we can with the tape and hiding them under our sweaters.”
“Awesome. Also hiding them in the shadow realm.” You said referring to your quirk. You open a small portal with a basket sitting there with apples already in it.
Hanta looked back from the portal have you been just refilling the bag and just dumping them in there?”
“Uh yeah.”
“You are so smart. Why are you dating me?”
“You are smart too, Hanta. And you have a big heart.” You said squeezing him and kissing his cheeks.
“Come on let's tease Bakugou and then win.” He said pulling the tape around your waist pulling you along with him.
+ summary: Halloween is yours and Tendou's favorite holiday and you celebrate by butchering- carving pumpkins in creative ways. Tendou has a surprise plan for you too.
Genre: fluff, comedy
Warning: sugestive moments
“Honey I’m home!” You shouted from the front door. “Satori darling? I need help I have the pumpkins!”
You heard a little noise coming from your boyfriend. Soon his popped out the kitchenette.
He came running out to greet you.
“Yes, pumpkin carving night!” He takes one pumpkin out of your hand.
“What no kiss?” You asked pouting.
“Oh, sorry baby.” He leaned down and pecked your lips. He pulled away, “Hiya beautiful. I made dinner for us.”
“And dessert?”
“Chocolate eclairs, my love.”
You giggled, “Let’s eat, and then we can cut these suckers right up.”
You placed the pumpkin on the bench by the door slipping your slippers on.
“Sounds like a plan darling. Let me get the wine.” He skipped over to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine.
You ushered your way towards the dinner table with your favorite meal waiting for you. Yakitori with a small portion of soba noodles.
“Satori you didn’t have to make my favorite meal. You could have made something you liked.”
He came up from behind you putting a glass down and pouring you some wine. He kissed you.
“Hmmm, you are good at that.” You complimented him.
“Haha, you are funny. But I like cooking you your favorite meals. Anything to see you smile.”
“Alrighty if you like too. Come on let's eat and get to the pumpkin carving.”
He laughed and went to his seat. “Honey I say we dress up as Chucky and Tiffany for Semi’s Halloween party.”
“Again?” You asked.
“That time we weren’t a couple.”
You remembered the Halloween party you went too, nine years ago. It was for bakers in the area. A little party for everyone. You went with your friends dressed up as female horror film icons. You dressed as Tiffany, the bride of Chucky.
You happened to run into a very tall chocolatier Chucky at the snack table.
You laughed at the costume choice and talked about things in your field of work. You didn’t know there was going to be some costume contest. You and Satori won the couples costume award. That was his opening to asking you out and that was that.
“I think we can do it better this time around.” You agreed.
You had cleaned up the dinner plates. “You set the table for the pumpkin carving, I’ll get the ponchos, safety goggles, and the gloves.”
“I’ll get the knives.” He smiled.
You plugged the drain soaking all the dishes in warm water with soap.
You slapped the gear on you and then Satori.
“Alright, Tori let's gut them.” You smiled.
“God when you have that grin, it makes feel like a teenager again.”
You slapped his stomach. “That is a little gross sweetie but I understand. After we make our festive decoration monsters.” You pecked his lips only giving him a taste.
“We can watch horror movies while making outright.”
“Of course dear. Now come on let's carve.”
You went to your respective sides starting your pumpkin carving. It was like a little competition for you and Tendou.
He looked up to see what you were doing to your pumpkin. "What did your pumpkin ever do to you?” He asked.
“My Darling, things have to suffer to make beauty, to make art.” You said sticking your tongue out while craving in the skin of the pumpkin.
“It’s called ‘carving a pumpkin’, ___, not ‘brutal pumpkin murder’. Show some decorum and seasonal goodwill.”
“You won’t think that as soon as done my darling. Tori hand me the skeleton’s arm from the counter.”
“Jack’s arm? He has been in our family for years. You want to dismember our son?”
“Satori he is made of plastic I can reattach it when the pumpkins go bad. Or we can turn him into a pirate.”
“I like the way you think.” He detached the arm, handing Jack the skeleton’s arm.
You took it stabbing it in the side of the pumpkin some juice spraying on the poncho and your goggles.
“Good God you look a maniac right now.” You turned your head to him smiling with your knife in hand. “So beautiful.” He grabbed your face squishing it and smothering you in a sloppy kiss. You dropped the knife but Satori got it.
“Oh, Tori. What do you think of my creation?”
He lifted his goggles and wiped his face to get rid of the lipstick. “What am I looking at?”
“The pumpkin head over here is taking off his jack o’ lantern face to reveal his external extremities, carved teeth, olives for eyes part of the pumpkin lid for the tongue and slobber pumpkin heads guts. And jack’s arm holding his face.”
“I love your mind.” He kissed your temple.
“I want to see what you did.”
“Jack o’ lantern face vomiting his guts and his top comes off to see his brain.”
“That is beautiful dear. So gross and detailed. You win this year defiantly. Now let me get the battery candles and we can put them out on the balcony. You want to set up the movies.”
You went to pick up one of the pumpkins when Satori stopped you. “I love you ___. And I love that you love Halloween just as much as I. I love that you like the weird things I do. Makes me feel so normal.”
“Satori…” you cupped his face, “you are the best thing to ever happen to me too.”
“Lift the pumpkin head.” He whispered against your palm.
“What?”
“Lift the pumpkin head.”
You lifted the top of his pumpkin head to see an engagement ring sitting in the brain.
“Will you be my fiancé this Halloween and bride for more to come?”
“Yes!” You said flinging yourself around his neck. You began crying.
“No, I didn’t want you to cry.”
“But they are happy tears. Is this why you want to go as Tiffany and Chucky so my ring can match my costume.”
“Maybe. But I also want it to be a surprise to our friends when you show them at the party. So don’t wear it until the party.”
You pouted, “Not even around the house?”
“Of course you can wear it around the house. And we can call our parents. But I want it to be a surprise for our friends. They won’t even believe it because it will match the costume. But I just want to see Semi’s face before he performs for the party he won’t be able to think straight.” He smirked and laughed.
“You are truly evil. But my truly evil fiancé.”
“Your my maniac fiancé.” He smirked once again in your direction. “Happy Halloween my love.”
+ summary: it is time for a wedding! you, daughter of a zenin and the kamo heir have been arranged to be married. This is the most important wedding for the jujutsu world. It is a happy occasion but not for you.
Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff
Warning: fowl language
To say this was your first attempt, to get away would be a lie. You were surprised your father didn’t put a guard in your room.
“Alrighty, ___, last chance to get the fuck out of here.” You said to yourself. You ripped the sheets off the bed tying them together.
You had already opened the window throwing out the sheets, and you started your descent.
“I’m 18 years old and they think I’m ready for marriage? Especially to that son of a bitch-” “___?” You were interrupted by losing your balance on the side of the estate.
“Oh shit.” Noritoshi was out for a midnight walk to get his thoughts together before his big day. He saw you coming down the side of the building talking to yourself. Now he ran over to the side of the building as you lost your position and were going to fall to your death. After all, he couldn’t let his fiancé die right in front of him. He luckily broke your fall.
“What are you doing? You could have died!”
“I don’t think it is appropriate if I discuss it with you.” You responded.
He sighed, “You were running away again?”
“Oh, you know about the other attempts. It’s nothing against you-”
“My mother is not a bitch. I know that you Zenin’s speak about women that way but I don’t appreciate that talk about the women who raised me.”
“No no no no! That is not what I meant I’m just frustrated. And I hate being spoken to like that. Worse of all my older brothers speak like about women all the time.”
“Frustrated?” He asked.
You noticed that you were still lying on top of him. You got off of him and stood up. “You wouldn’t understand, to be born without cursed energy and all your siblings do. That I’ve been all my life the only thing I would be good for is a wife, mother, and house maker. I want to be more. I want to forget about this world. I know having your kids and having our two families coming together would be the most important thing for the jujutsu world.”
“Now who says you can’t have both.” He said to you. He got up from the ground stood next to you now leaning into your face. “Let’s go for a walk by the water.”
He grabbed your hand dragging you along and walked by the lake that was on the Kamo’s estate.
By the water, there was a swinging bench he sat you down as he went over to the edge picking up flat rocks skipping them across the lake. He turned his head towards you and began his speech, “My father is an asshole that I know. Because his wife couldn’t have an heir, he sought out a mistress to have his heir. Enter my mother, the had me and yes I developed my family’s cursed technique, to protect my mother I took on the responsibility to become the heir to the Kamo clan. My mother believed that I had the potential to help people, with all the interaction I had with my family I developed an unhealthy view on people.”
“Have you changed?”
He turned to sit down next to you, “Meeting Sukuna’s vessel reminded me of what my mother believed in me. I want to help people in any way I can, you won't be more than a wife to me I can make that happen.”
You looked away from him looking at the water. “I want you to gain something out of this marriage more than a child more than house maker. If there is something you want to do, I will support it.”
“___!” You heard Naoya scream from the estate.
“I should…” Noritoshi was starring at you looking for an answer. “If I say no I’m not saying I will, what would be the solution?”
“I end the relationship for you. I will take the fall. To sweeten the deal since we are both still young we don’t have to conceive a child until 5 years into the marriage.”
“May I think about it.”
“You don’t have a lot of time our wedding is tomorrow. I’m technically not supposed to be looking at you right now.”
You squinted your eyes at him, “your eyes are closed right now.” You mumbled. “I will send a note to you in the morning.”
“___! Where the fuck are you!?” Naoya screamed again.
“He is mad.” You said crouching into your knees.
He grabbed your hand again standing you up walking over back to the house.
“Kamo have you seen my bitch of a sister?” Naoya asked.
“Why I -” Noritoshi wrapped his hand over your mouth.
“Don’t talk about my wife that way. We met for a midnight stroll.”
He rolled his eyes in return. “You don’t have to treat her nicely she is supposed to treat you nicely. Just like your dad you can have a mistress.”
Noritoshi blew off your older brother's snide remarks. “I’m taking her back to her room, you can go have drinks with my brothers.”
“My father-”
“Your father isn’t responsible for her anymore come tomorrow she isn’t a Zen’in anymore she is a Kamo.”
That shut him up. “Fine. Take the ugly bitch.”
Noritoshi moved quickly away from you striking a punch at Naoya’s nose. You gasped when you heard a crack. Blood started to gush down his face, you heard Noritoshi’s voice but not the exact words. The blood that was falling from your brother's nose had wrapped around his mouth.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut?”
You tugged on the sleeve of Noritoshi’s yukata. “He’s not worth it Toshi let’s just go.”
Pacing back and forth in your rooming all night was troubling. You had spent the night writing the pros and cons of his deal. Pros and cons of the marriage in general. Although when you did that the cons won. However when you added his promises the pros one.
You had a blank expression across your face as you starred at the traditional wedding dress that was made just for you.
You wrote a note giving it to the maid to give to Noritoshi.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Talk. I will marry you, however, first I want to draft up the agreement. Where we both sign and stamp our families symbol on the document.”
“I agree to that. Let us read over each article and add anything we feel is necessary.”
You nodded.
“One example is these.” He placed a pair of glasses on the table. “They help you see curses. I was always going to give them to you. If I’m not around I want to make sure you know what is there.”
“Thank you. You said last night that we can wait 5 years to conceive a child. I’m willing to counter offer 3 years. I think they would be angry and we go need an heir to the clans.”
“If you are comfortable with that, your body your choice.”
“I am.”
“May I ask, what would you want to do outside of the Jujutsu world?”
“I may not look it, but I do tattoos for the Zenin family. I have a gift for drawing, it's the only thing my father finds likable about me. I wouldn’t mind working only on jujutsu sorcerers out of our house. I can agree to that.”
“I don’t want to trap you.” He stated.
“It wouldn’t be entrapment. I don’t want to be just a house maker as stated in the past, my whole objection to this marriage. To be honest, I would not make it on my own in the outside world, I have been sheltered my whole life to be a tattoo artist in the real world I would have to start from scratch, and on top of that people that get tattoos in Japan are seen as gangsters. I do not have time for that. Also, marriage is about compromise, I want to be your wife while taking care of our home, have heirs to the clan, and work on my art. I can do it all with the right clientele from jujutsu sorcerers.”
“You have thought this through. I can agree to this. In fact, I will get a tattoo for you.”
“So we are in agreement to these conditions. Any other factors you want to include?”
He began to think over what was brought up in this discussion. “Wait you said, heirs. Meaning more than one child.”
“Zenin’s usually have one or more children. What if our first child doesn’t have cursed energy? I wouldn’t want you to-”
“I wouldn’t do what my father did. I thought if we came to that bridge we could revisit the agreement. But if you want to have more than one child I would be open to that”
“Then it is settled.” You had been writing down the terms of the agreement the Marriage of Kamo Noritoshi and ____ ___.
“Sign and print thumb here and here.”
He gladly took a pen inking his name on the line, then dipping his finger in the ink putting it next to his name.
“Who knows you might fall in love with me,” Noritoshi said as an off-handed comment.
“Maybe.” You agreed.
“Mommy, what does this mean?” Your daughter asked while running her small slim fingers around your tattoo.
She was sitting on your lap as you were designing another tattoo for your brother-in-law Choso.
“It is the symbol of the Kamo clan.”
“Daddy has the same one. Does that mean he loves you?”
You gave her the side. “I have to turn off those princess movies unless they are strong female leads. But you can ask daddy that question after all I don’t know what goes on inside his head. Which reminds me where is he?”
You felt someone wrapped their arms around your waist. You screamed while scribbling a hard line on the drawing.
“Sorry, Dear.”
“I’m getting you a bell to add to your yukata.”
“Yui why don’t you go to the training room and stretch before we start our lesson.”
“But I still have 30 minutes.”
He sighed. “I will make green tea mochi tonight.”
She hopped off your lap and ran towards the training room. She turned around and asked Noritoshi her question. “Daddy do you love mommy?”
“Of course I do.”
She liked the response and skipped down the hallway.
“And where have you been?” You asked turning towards your husband.
“Getting this.” He pulled a box of the pregnancy test box.
“How did you know?”
“I am your husband one would think I would know this. Plus Megumi has been calling and you have been avoiding his calls. You did that when you were pregnant with Yui.” He kissed the top of your head.
“I just get nervous ok.”
“Hey your dad isn’t around anymore I made sure of that. Naoya went into hiding. Your other brothers are also gone. Megumi is making a new name for the Zenin clan.”
“I know, I just still have that memory of how they reacted when Yui was born. God, they wanted me to get pregnant again and how they prayed she didn’t have cursed energy or have a cursed technique.” You were getting so emotional that you broke your pencil.
“Hey.” He rubbed your back. “Nice to see that pregnancy strength.”
“This is not the time for jokes. Kamo genes have no comedic timing.”
“Sorry love. How about this, we keep the pregnancy under our roof. We will announce to our family when we are ready.”
“I like that idea.” You move his long hair out of his face and kissed his cheek. “Now if you will excuse me I have to restart this design for Choso. And I will have to start your design for you back.”
“Well it can’t be that big we are only having one baby.”
You smirked.
“What twins?” He smiled.
“They do run in my family. We can do the medallion trick.”
“That stupid thing doesn’t work.”
“It told me we were having a girl.” You gave him the medallion to lay on your hand. He placed the medallion on your hand, picked it up as it circled around your palm.
“That means a boy.” You giggled. He pulled and stopped it again and let it hover again over your hand, it circled again.
“That just means we are having a boy there is no guarantee we are having twins.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, I know my body I feel like I’m having twins. It is just a sense I’m having.”
“It’s only been a month ___.”
“Hey, I didn’t say a thing when you said Yui had the ten shadows cursed technique when she was three months old.”
“That was different I just knew. A father always knows.”
“It’s the same thing as a mother always knows.” You argued back. He grabbed your face squishing your cheeks.
“Ok, so you know.” He kissed your squished lips. “I have a young grasshopper to train we will be back with hungry stomachs and filled minds.”
“And you will be making green tea mochi for dessert.”
“Anything for my girls and their sweet teeth.” He moved out of your studio to go to your daughter. You chuckled at the way he glided out.
“And to think he used to have a stick up his ass. All he needed was a child to soften him.” You picked up the pencil working the design for Choso.
“I heard that.” He said from down the hallway.
“Stand by the statement My Love.” You shouted back. He only groaned back. You really do love him.
+ summary: You are trapped with your mortal enemy, ADA Detective Ranpo inside a book designed specifically for you and Ranpo. The perfect world or is it?
Genre: comedy, fluff
Warning: fowl language
How did you end up here? In this situation.
“Ranpo I look ridiculous!”
“Yes, I know.” He said. “But I look…” he looked at himself in the mirror.
“Fantastic, Ranpo. You look amazing.” You groaned.
“How we look isn’t the problem at hand. Poe’s ability has been amplified and we are stuck in a book that is a puzzle.”
“Yeah but maybe I don’t want to help you.”
“Who said I need you to help me?”
“The handcuffs provided to us say you need my help.” You said yanking his arm.
This was your worst nightmare. You were trapped in a book with one of your enemies from the ADA, more specifically Ranpo pain in the ass Ranpo. He made Dazai look like a walk in the park.
“Look I don’t want any backtalk, do as you are told my friend is trapped by an actual psychopath. Who wants to destroy the city that we love. Stop acting like a brat and help.” He dragged you out of the limousine.
“I’m not the brat. If anything you are and another thing—”
“Madame and Monsieur, may I see your invitation?”
“Invitation? But we don’t have an invitation.” Ranpo said to the butler.
You bumped his shoulder, flipping the invitation reading it out loud. “Anniversary party For Mr. and Mrs. Ranpo Edogawa. Who is the idiot who married you?” You laughed.
He looked at you looking down at your hand.
“Jesus Christ why am I married to you in this book.” You stomped in the snow-covered ground.
“Right I’m the brat?”
“The host is waiting for the lovely couple.” The man said.
“The sooner we figure out the mystery the sooner we can get out of here.”
“Hold on. I want something in return before we go forward. I’ll help you save your friend, but I want my friend back.”
“The scumbag executive?”
“He is not a scumbag. He is different from them, the rest of them. You want to talk about a scumbag I think we both know Dazai Osamu’s number.”
“If Poe gets out of here alive, I will talk to him and Dazai to getting your mentor out of the book.” He stuck his hand out to you, you believing that there is no way he would lie to you it would be against his morals shook it to agree.
“Now my stand-in partner, let's solve the mystery.”
“The cocktail hour is being served in the library.” Someone said taking your jackets. “Down the hall to the right.”
The both of you looked down the hall of the mansion. and saw a light pouring out of a room, with laughter coming out of it.
“I know that laugh,” Ranpo said
“Which one there is like 10 laughs going on?” Ranpo started to run forward, to the French doors, “Hey Ranpo slow down we are handcuffed.”
“Boss!” He said to him.
“Ranpo my boy, you and my precious ___ are late to your own party. I bought you that pocket for a reason.” The boss of the ADA said patting Ranpo’s shoulder.
“___ dear, what happened to keeping him on time?”
“You know how much of an asshole Ranpo can be so I don’t have to answer that.”
The group laughed on cue.
“That wasn’t to be funny but an insult.” You grumbled.
“Yukichi leave the poor sweethearts alone. Come and sit down and relax have a drink.” Koyo said to you taking your shoulder.
“A…Ane-san?! What are you doing here?”
“Honey it is your anniversary, Edgar invited us. You know Chuuya was looking for you he wanted to give you a gift knowing that boy he is probably halfway drunk with Osamu.”
“O-Osamu? C….C..Chuuya they are here? And they aren’t trying to rip each other’s head off?”
“For you, they would never do that.” She patted your head.
You felt tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
“I’ll find them later.” You told her.
You tugged on the handcuffs pulling Ranpo into a private conversation.
“Half of the ADA is here.”
“Koyo said Osamu and Chuuya are here. I wouldn’t doubt if other people from the Mafia were here too.”
“Then who is hosting?” He asked.
“Detective it is Edgar Allen Poe. Look at these books.” You pointed to the books on the wall.
“They are all written by him. The Mansion of Tragedy.”
“Isn’t that the book he made for you?”
“Yes. How did you know that?”
You shrugged, “You learn to know things about your enemies.”
“Your eyes are red. You have been crying.”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Miss. Ozaki told you Chuuya was here. I can tell you it is not him. It’s a fictional version of him. This book, this world that was made for us to mess with us. Nothing here is real.” He told you. “Play your part.”
“Oh yeah dotting wife to a pric—”
“Well if it isn’t the guest of the hour.” A booming voice said behind you.
“Poe!” He yelled happily.
“Took you long enough to get here!”
“Says the host who is late to the party!” Ranpo pushed his shoulder.
Poe just laughed in return. He clapped his hands together turning to the group, “Everyone's dinner and entertainment is in the dining room lets move our way there.”
The group exited the library walking ahead of you and Ranpo, following Poe.
“I thought he was an overly shy guy who hates groups and loud settings.”
“He usually is.”
“He writes this as we are in it right?”
“Sometimes. Once you solve the mystery you escape.”
“Ok so if his power is being amplified by Fydor’s accomplice. Do you think he is writing things that aren’t true or suspect to let you know?”
“Why would he do that he knows I would know that this isn’t real?”
“He put people we know in here. Fukuzawa is treating you as his son. Poe had an awesome house and is a charismatic host. There is no war going on when our friends and family are in the same room together. Have you ever seen Yosano laugh at anything Motojiro said? I vaguely remember me having to clean his wounds as he whined about his bombs weren’t good enough because she sliced him in half-healed him and cut him again and again.”
“Sounds like the perfect world. For you. Come on the other guest are waiting for us, Dear.”
The meal was lemon chicken with a side of green beans and rice.
“This is my favorite meal. How did know that?” You asked yourself that.
“Not sure,” Ranpo said taking a sip of his water.
‘He didn’t know the answer to something.’ You will hold on to that one.
There was a dinging of glass. “Welcome everyone. I invited you all here because of our shared love for this wonderful couple. To think five years ago we were all at each other’s throats. We have our own Romeo and Juliet without the tragic ending. I even remember the story of how Ranpo first met ___.”
“Poe you don’t need to tell that story.” Ranpo tried to hush him up.
“Nonsense ___ has heard this story thousands of times it’s only embarrassing for you.”
“Ranpo Sweetie let him tell the story to all our friends.” You squeezed his arm giving him a threatening smile.
“Now I’m sorry if I mess up this story I wasn’t there, just the story from Ranpo’s point of view. ___ was out with Tachihara and Gin at the arcade it was their day off in a long time. They were playing a game to see who was paying for dinner and drinks. ___ was sitting behind Gin telling her all the moves to make to beat Tachihara. She predicted every move his character in the game was making. He was so in love with her and he even started a fight just to get into close quarters with her.”
Ranpo put his face in his hands. Very embarrassed.
“That was because you wanted to talk to me?! You were with that insane farmer boy and Yosano. Kenji dislocated my shoulder. I couldn’t go on missions for months. I had to do psychical therapy. Can you imagine do psychical therapy with Mori and Elise in the room, news flash that is the torture no enemy of the Port Mafia knows! And Chuuya, Chuuya he never let me go anywhere that was out of his eyesight. It made me feel like I was a child again.” You complained, having a death grip on the fork.
The tabled laughed.
“Are they laughing at me?”
“They are laughing at Poe’s story. Story.”
“I don’t believe it’s just a story.” You said through gritted teeth.
“Now I passed the mic over to Chuuya. Who has a story about ___’s first time meeting Ranpo.”
You looked across the table to Chuuya who stood up with your diary.
“Chuuya you put that down right now! I swear to god I will kill you you might be a god but in this book we don’t have powers and I’m at least 3 inches taller than you.” You shot up from the seat leaning over the table trying to grab him.
Ranpo pulls the hem of the dress bringing you back down. “It’s time for you to be embarrassed.”
“I go-to entry on October 3rd, 2017…,
‘I have gotten myself into trouble again. But it wasn’t my fault completely it was those ADA bastards who started to fight with us for no reason. A day off in a million years. Gin and I were about to beat Tachihara, he was going to have to pay for drinks and ramen. “Someone complained that we were threatening the arcade owners” yeah as if. Now we are banned for life. I’ve been going there for years since I was a kid. Chuuya used to take me there before we were in the Port Mafia. Why did I have to back up Tachihara with that freak Kenji, that kid threw across the street into a car dislocating my shoulder. Tachihara got off with a few scarps and bruises. Lucky son of a bitch. Luckily one of them was nice he helped me up and made me a shoulder sling out my scarf. And he gave me a lollipop. Which he just had, he had very pretty eyes. If he wasn’t from the ADA I would’ve…no there is no doubt about it he was really cute even though he acted like a child. With the right amount of snooping, I can figure out his name and everything else about him.’
Ranpo turned around smirking.
You rolled your eyes. “Chuuya give me the damn diary.”
“___ dear—” You interrupted him slamming your fist on the table, he slid the book over to you. You picked it up flipping through to last year mere days before Chuuya’s birthday the day the cannibalism virus took over Mori and Fukuzawas bodies.
“God damnit it is not here. Forget it but Ranpo you need to hear this I remember every word every detail I written in that passage, ‘Ranpo Edogawa is dead to me. No matter his personality, his eyes, his smirk. He is an awful person. If Chuuya dies I vow to kill that scumbag of a detective.’ That is what I felt then and what I feel now. If this is some lame trick to make me fall in love with you I will not fall for it that easily. You took away my lifeline. No schoolgirl crush comes before Chuuya.”
“___ has Poe ever seen your diary?”
“That is what you are taking away from my speech—” he let his face fall down his emerald eyes piercing into you telling you to answer his question. “no he hasn’t.”
“Chuuya has.”
“Of course he has he is like my older brother. He purposely would go into my room looking for it to read it and make fun of me…what are you saying? Are you saying that is Chuuya my Chuuya?”
You looked at him across the table. “C…Chuuya are you in there?” You asked the expressionless man.
“Now honored guest we are going to play a game. A murder mystery dinner party. On the inside of your name cards is your role in this game.”
The crowd made an ‘ooo’ noise picking up their cards reading them to themselves.
“What does yours say?”
“Victim.” You swallowed. “Yours?”
“Victim.” You both looked at each other, instinctively grabbing hold of each other's hands. The lights fluttered off making the room turned pitch black. There was a crash and a noise a loud grunt.
The lights sparked back on, you assumed you or Ranpo would be the first to go ending your lives in this game Fydor’s accomplice was playing with you. To distract you from what was really going on.
But open the light being shown the first to die was Chuuya. You gasped hand grabbing your face.
“He isn’t dead. Yosano died in one of these books before the sooner I figure out the who done it we all go back to our reality.”
“Does that mean Chuuya is home or is he back in his own hell?”
“That my dear I don’t know the answer too.” He looked over at you your eyes scanning over Chuuya’s lifeless body, bleeding out, eyes not even close just starring holes back at you.
“Don’t look at him, look away. Look at me.” You turned your eyes towards the brilliant detective, your eyes are glassy. “The lights will turn off again in 20 seconds pick up your knife and if someone grabs you touch you in any way stab them over and over.”
“Isn’t that cheating?”
“Yes, but you might leave a clue behind.”
The room is pitch black again you are being yanked around from your chair. You fought back pushing one hand against the killer's chest feeling ribbon bolo tie. Gripping it you yanked it off not even making an attempted to stab him.
You felt yourself almost drifting to sleep. It was so painless, even though you were bleeding out. You didn’t even scream you had accepted the death.
The lights flickered back on, Ranpo looked over at Poe who was smirking at the little mystery he set up. He looked down at your body, people shuffling around it. Noticing the distinct bolo tie in your hand.
“Poe, I know who the murder is.”
“You do?”
“I know it to be the Twin Dark team. See Dazai is shying away from looking at ___’s body because he very much sees her as a sister figure, some he could never mess up. While being on the over the side of the table smirking at Chuuya’s body. Something he has dreamed of doing. Another aspect is ___ is holding Chuuya’s ribbon tie. She pulled it off of him during the struggle.” He clicked his tongue a few times.
“Congratulations Ranpo you solved another novel.”
“Not so fast Poe. This was sloppy work so easy so simple-minded even for you. Even pulling Chuuya from the other book. Only to kill him in front of ___ and bring him back alive to kill her in front of me. You wanted an emotional reaction that badly. Bring up my fondest for her something I told you in confidence.”
“I want to keep playing,” Poe said.
“No…no you don’t. You want to stop but your puppeteer wants to keep me and ___ in here as long as possible. In fact, they will probably make you restart over and over. But he doesn’t know you can’t do that. Once the killer or killers are revealed the book has to end and your power stops.” Ranpo explained.
There was a glow coming from a book falling off a shelf. “That is my ride. And puppeteer I would run when ___ and I wake up, she will be pissed. And Chuuya will be there.”
You shot up gasping for air.
“___ you alright?” Ranpo asked rubbing your arm.
“Who was the killer?” You asked.
“Me and that prick Dazai. God when I see that mummy again I will kill him.”
“Chuuya?” You turned your head towards your mentor and best friend for 16 years.
“Been awhile hasn’t it kid?” You got up and ran up to him hugging him. “Woah calm down you are squeezing the air out of me. It hasn’t been that long.”
“It's been a year Chuuya. You have no clue how bad it's been. It's just Mori and Koyo running everything and they had me run the weaponry. It is so boring.”
“You can keep telling me the rest once we get home. Give me your phone and I’ll call us a ride.”
“yeah.” You tossed your friend the phone. You looked over to Ranpo who was sitting with Poe. You walked over to them. “Is he alright?”
“I think he is just overworked. He probably just needs a few days in bed.”
You hugged Ranpo. “Thank you for saving him.” You pointed to Chuuya.
“Anytime. Is he ok?”
“He seems normal. Once we get back to base Mori will check him out. If anything is wrong could I call you and Poe?”
“Yes. You would have to call the office, I don’t have a cell phone.”
“Thank you.” You got up from crouching down talking to him.
“Do you actually hate me?” He asks.
“I don't know detective you tell me?” You asked running back towards Chuuya.
Ranpo chuckled hearing you and Chuuya talk in the background picking up Poe to go home.
+ summary: Yuuji takes notice that you slept in his sweatshirt. In which leads into a conversation about your future, and talking about your past as well.
Word count: 1.7k
Genre: fluff
Warning: hornee Yuuji
“___, you won’t believe what this cursed- Shit you are sleep,” Yuuji said putting up his hands feeling guilty. He switched to whispering. “Sorry, Babe.” He placed his hand on your head gracefully stroking your hair.
“She looks delicious to eat,” Sukuna said mouth appear on Yuuji’s palm licking the hair under his hand.
Yuuji slaps his hand to his face. “I thought I told you to never do that to her.” He growled.
“Too bad though she smells like you.”
“Just ignoring me fine. What do you mean she smells like me? She always smells fresh like a clean spring day, refreshing.” Yuuji smiled.
“Maybe because she is wearing that gross yellow sweatshirt of yours and smells like your old spice. I have to live with it every day for the rest of my life.”
Yuuji stopped listening to the demon living inside of him and looked at his beloved girlfriend wearing his yellow sweatshirt, that desperately needed to be washed.
He smirked. He got up from crouching and took off his uniform. Slipping into bed behind you wrapping his arms lightly.
You wiggled up against him. He groaned when you did that but he suppressed that thought letting his chin rest on your head.
“No talking for the rest of the night you. She needs her beauty rest.”
“You can say that again.”
As much as Yuuji wanted to fight Sukuna for even muttering another word, he didn’t want to go wake his sleeping angel.
There were only four things that woke up Yuuji. 1) the bright sunlight pouring into his room when he forgot to roll his shades down. 2) Nobara when they need to go on a mission. 3) a wet dream. 4) the smell of food being prepared.
This morning it was the smell of breakfast. He could smell the eggs and sausage being cooked on the small hot plate. He sat upon his bed, fixing his pillows. He found himself staring at you in all your glory still wearing his sweatshirt. He let his eyes stop at your ass and his head fall to the side as he leered your round cheeks peeking out of the grey sweat-shorts.
“Morning Yuuji.” You said without turning around.
“Morn’ baby.” He said in a gravelly morning voice.
You turned your head slightly to say, “breakfast will be ready in minutes.”
“Thank you, baby.” He chuckled as he putting arms behind his head. “Do we have any syrup?”
“Yuuji you think I don’t already have it out for you?” You said to point your spatula towards his bed tray with a bottle of syrup already on it and a small glass of apple juice.
Now you were putting the food on his plate. Turning around with the tray in hand which was set up beautifully, his silverware wrapped in a napkin, his apple juice had a straw in it, a bottle of maple syrup to drown his eggs and sausages in, and a small vase with some wildflowers that grew on the jujutsu tech property.
You did this every time he came back from a long mission.
It was your way of telling him you love him, happy that he was safe and thankful for him.
“Thank you, angel.” He said picking up your hand and kissing it.
“How was the mission?” You asked.
“It was fine. The cursed spirit was weird looking. It was yellow, this was the first yellow cursed spirit I have seen. It looked like a Picasso painting."
You nodded understanding his description. You have only seen them briefly in high intense situations but you don't see them as frequently as your friends.
"It is not like I look forward to them. We are just doing a job and trying to find the fingers as well.”
He started to shove more food into his mouth syrup dripped down onto his chest. “You want to clean this up?” He asked in a flirty tone.
You only rolled your eyes picking up the napkin wiping his chest.
“Worth a shot right?”
“You know I love when you are overly flirty.”
He laughed. “I love it when you wear my clothes.”
“Oh, you noticed?”
"Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you." He said playing with your fingers resting on his leg.
“You even smell like the rat. That god awful old spice body wash and body deodorant.” Sukuna chided into the conversation.
“Stay out of this Sukuna.” You said picking up a sausage sticking it in the demon’s mouth. The demon willing took the sausage and chewed on it.
“You looked so cute last night,” Yuuji said. “I wanted to wake you up and tell you how pretty you look.”
He put his hand on your cheek as you rested against it. “I just can’t see myself ever living without you.” You said.
“Hey don’t think that way. I’m always going to be here. I need you to know that.”
“Yuuji…”
“___ baby, if I weren’t a jujutsu student we would’ve never met.”
That was true. You were Mei Mei’s niece. No clue how it was possible but your parents were both sorcerers and passed away at young age doing their job. Mei Mei became your parent. She never stayed in one place because of her job. You never developed curse energy. Mei Mei was thankful for that. Jujutsu Tech offered you, board. In return, you helped around the grounds.
You remembered the day you met Yuuji.
He and Fushiguro were hanging out by the open concrete archways. He had been sipping an apple juice pouch overly petting Fushiguro’s demon dog. You had been tending to the garden when the carton of apple juice had landed into the bush. You picked up the pouch and stomped over into their direction.
“New blood?” You asked Fushiguro.
“____ this is Yuuji Itadori. Sukuna’s vessel.”
“Yeah, idiot Satoru mentioned it in passing. He never gives the full explanation.” You said grunting.
Itadori was sitting there starring at you during a brief conversation with Fushiguro, finally speaking up when there was a small silence. “That is the most I have ever heard him talk.”
You laughed a little bit. You smiled turning towards him, “Itadori is it?” He nodded. “Keep your trash in the trash bin or live to regret it.” You walked away.
“Who is she?” He asked Fushiguro.
“Thats ____, ___. She is a sorcerer's niece. Her parents were sorcerers. She was raised here for the most part. I’ve known her for a long time. She doesn’t have cursed energy she is normal. But Gojo did teach her how to fight. Be afraid.”
It wasn’t long after that he “passed away” but you were cleaning some of the rooms and you heard a movie playing and walked in and saw Itadori sitting there sipping on his 4 can of soda holding a stuffed bear by its head.
“Itadori? How? I thought—you should be dead.”
“Trust me I don’t understand it either. But no one can know. A small number of people know.”
“So I can’t tell anyone?”
“Exactly.” He said with a thumbs up. And then the stuffed bear knocked him in the face.
You laughed so hard that your insides started to hurt.
Itadori pulled the stuffed bear off of him and got it to calm it down to sleep. He started staring at you again. He started laughing too.
“You want to watch movies with me?” He asked.
“Sure.” You said sitting down and eating some of the chips and drink what was left of Itadori’s soda. “Sorry about that. I haven’t really eaten anything today.”
‘Inadvertent kiss.’ He thought for a minute looking at you in the eyes making an awkward silence in the air. “Uh..yeah it’s fine. What do you want to watch?” He gestured to a stack of DVDs.
You scanned the titles. “Let’s watch Scream.” You said holding up the case.
“Really a horror movie?”
“You fight curse spirits every other day. This is nothing.”
“I just don’t want you getting scared.”
“Pfft.” You said.
You hated to admit it but Itadori was right you did get scared. Only when it was gross. You shoved your face into a pillow.
“You can come over here if you want.” He said looking away from the tv and your direction in general. You moved over closer to him. Over time while watching the movie he put his arm across the back of the couch slightly touching your shoulders.
When the credits started rolling you said. “Itadori if you wanted to ask me out or kiss me you could have.”
“What?”
“Never mind then.” You sighed.
“No no no…I do want to ask you out just didn’t think you would say yes.”
“You don’t think highly of yourself?”
“…I don’t usually have any luck with the ladies.” He said rubbing his head.
“Consider this lady impressed by you.” You giggled.
Itadori leaned down and kissed your cheek.
“You missed.”
“What do you mean I missed?”
You turned your head to him and straddled his lap. “I mean you missed.” You kissed him on the lips.
He was a little stunned by your boldness. He wasn’t sure what to do at first. But soon he melted into the kiss soon putting his hands on your waist.
You pulled away.
“So are you my girlfriend?”
You rolled your eyes. “Of course dumbo.”
Now you were here laying in his bed holding onto him to dear life. Tears were rolling down your cheeks and you were sniffling.
“Angel it will be ok. I can handle myself. You have seen me fight.”
“Yuuji I know that. It’s just the ending…”
“That’s a long time away.”
“Yuuji it’s going to happen. I don’t know what I will do if it happens. Yuuji if you fully turn into Sukuna I might try and save you from our friends.”
“___…”
“Yuuji it’s you. If there was a chance I could save you….” You couldn’t even finish the thought your face started to crumble.
He picked up your face. “___ I understand if it were you I would fight off everyone any way I can.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I promise everything will be ok. We will be ok.”
You nodded your head in his hands.
“Come on little lady let’s watch a movie together.” He pulled you closer to him.
“Scream?” You asked.
“Oh yeah definitely Scream.” He chuckled. Putting the movie on. “I love you ___.”
“I love you Yuuji.” You pecked his lips. He squeezed you in returned.
+ summary: Gojo needs to get laid. So he takes his friends out to land himself a cute girl. Only to be met with his match
Genre: humor, fluff
Warning: vulgar
“You want to go out?” Gojo asked his friend who was laying on the couch reading a book.
“Are you shitting me? The last time we went out, not only did we get in trouble with the school we had to fight a cursed spirit.”
“I know. And I almost got laid too.”
Geto dropped his book and stared in disbelief at his best friend. “Is that all you can think about? Getting your dick wet? I'm still going either way.”
“Not all the time. I think about my hair from time to time. And how to annoy Utahime.” He smirked at him.
“You are unbelievable.”
“That’s what they all say.”
“Let me go get Shoko. Make this a real party.”
“Where are we going?” Shoko asked lighting a cigarette while walking with her classmates.
“No clue.” Gojo laughed.
Geto sighed. “There is an arcade over there.” Geto pointed across the street.
Gojo watched as a group of girls around their age enter the establishment.
“Good call.” Gojo laughed.
You don’t know how you were dragged into this but you were. Your friends had dragged you to their flirting quad-date, you being the fourth for one of the guy's friends.
“___ smile they are getting us food.” Akiko jabbed you.
“Why should I smile like a monkey for an idiot I don’t even like? I’m getting nothing out of this experience. I’m being extorted for the three of you.” You complained.
“You promised!” Higuchi pulled on your sleeve.
“Yah stop complaining they are all good-looking. And they are the top players on the baseball team.” Koyo told you sternly.
You just growled looking around the arcade place. ‘How could people still enjoy this shit it’s so cheesy.’ You thought internally.
Your eyes stopped on the prize table and stopped on a large white squishy cat. The cost was 150 tickets.
You wanted that squishy cat plush that easily cost you more than your weekly allowance.
If you had to act dumb for that stupid plush you would.
The boys had come back with food all smiles. Sakaguchi the glasses-wearing boy was the boy you were going to have to woo to get plushie.
You sat across from him. You had never really talked to him before. As soon as he handed you your soda and a hot bun.
You smiled brightly at him. “Thank you, Sakaguchi. How did you know this was my favorite flavor?”
He smiled and responded, “Don’t all girls like strawberry.”
You giggled letting your hand fall on his arm lightly rubbing it.
“How come I never see you at our games like the other girls?”
Oh lord, here you go, turn on the charm, and poor you act.
“I have very strict parents. I can’t be out too late unless it's for academic reasons. I don’t even get an allowance for pretty or cute things.”
“What about today?”
“I might have lied a little bit about where I was.”
“You lied for me?”
You faked getting blushy and nodded your head when taking a small bite of your hot bun. “Is there anything you would do for me?” You asked shyly.
“Hmm, I don’t know what do you have in mind?”
“Well we are in an arcade maybe you will get a kiss if you win me a prize.”
“I like the sound of that. Let’s go to the prize table and pick one out. I’ll definitely win one for you.”
Now Gojo had a type, oh he did definitely had a type.
Ditzy, shy, whiny, small, nice ass and- well you get the picture.
As soon as he walked into the arcade after the schoolgirls only to see them sitting down with egotistical guys that if you stroked them in two different ways that would keep them satisfied enough but only for a while.
He outranked them in every way possible. And once he spotted the girl he wanted and overheard the conversation. He could defiantly get her before he could make it to 1st base with her.
He followed discreetly listening to what the girl picked out for her prize and beat the simple boy with his ability before they could even get to the cat plush.
“Hey, Geto Shoko want to cheat at some games?”
“As long as I get control of the tickets,” Shoko said.
“150 of those tickets are mine for a prize.” Gojo snickered watching the boy throw the skee ball only landing in 5x points.
God, it had been 2 torturous hours of this act go smiling and giggling at every little thing he did.
He finally had the tickets you held onto his arm walking over to the prize table.
But you saw this tall, white-haired, sunglasses-wearing rat holding the cat.
“He has my cat.” You pouted to Sakaguchi.
“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.” He walked up to this guy. “Excuse me. Hey man, I was wondering if I could trade these tickets for the cat?”
“You don’t seem like a cat plush guy?”
“And you are?”
“Yes, I like cute things.”
“Can’t you pick something else out for yourself? This is my first date with this girl and she said she really liked the plush.” Sakaguchi said point behind him at you.
You still kept up the sad dimwit girl act.
He called you over to their conversation. This random guy called you over with his hand.
You bounced over. “What seems to be the problem, Sakaguchi?”
“How badly do you want this?”
“Uh…I mean it is the only likable toy here.”
He smirked and nodded to your comment. You could tell by the way he was standing he was never going to give up the plush.
“You know what it’s not a bid deal. You can get something you want Sakaguchi.”
“What about the”
“Kiss? Maybe another time.”
“Woah Woah. How about this you kiss me it can be a peck and the cat is all yours.”
“Hold on she is not going-”
“Just a peck and it's mine?” You said seriously.
“Yes, babe.”
“Wait for a second ___.”
You looked back at Sakaguchi before looking at him who was still smirking again. You pulled him down by his black shirt and pecked his lips.
Sakaguchi was standing there with his mouth open.
“Plush now.”
“Here. Have the glasses too they work on him.” He laughed. “Satoru Gojo but the way.”
You held the plush. “Yeah, I really don’t care.”
Gojo was shocked by the sudden change in personality. You were no longer the cutie he saw when he walked in. You were a bitch.
“Sakaguchi I’m sorry I played with your emotions and promised you a kiss. In reality, I was never going to kiss you I just wanted this.” You shook the plush. “How much did you waste on the game?”
“uh, 40.” You pulled out your wallet and paid him the 40 he spent on you. “I thought you didn’t have an allowance and had strict parents?”
“I lied. When I set my sights on it I want it and you. I saw you come in and stare at me. Much like Sakaguchi over here never going to happen. Especially with somebody who looks like a blind rat from Shrek.” You checked the time on your watch. “But I do have a curfew. That probably the only strict thing about my parents that and good grades.” You walked past both of them clipping Gojo in the shoulder. “See you on Monday Sakaguchi or whenever again I don’t care.”
“That was so unfair I went out and set my sights on the perfect little cutie and she was a fraud.”
“Why are you complaining you still got laid,” Geto said.
“Yeah but that other girl was still so bitchy and annoying. You act like you didn’t get laid either.”
Geto went to smack him in the back of the head. Only to be stopped by his limitless energy.
“I fucking hate that. You aren’t being hit enough.”
Shoko turned to both of them, “You ever think Geto that Limitless is off when he is fucking someone?”
“That is a great idea! Does hitting Satoru while he is fucking someone out way my mental health.”
“I think it does.” She said walking away. “Come on we got a mission.”
“I can’t believe what you did. They are mad at us ___.” Higuchi whined as you were walking down the hallway.
“You told me to be nice and I was. Maybe for an unpure reason and I pecked Gojo on the lips.”
“You remember his name?!” Akiko jabbed your arm.
You rubbed your arm. “Ok Ok. You know what you put me in an unfair situation. You asked me to do something for you. I did it. It’s not like they are going to be mad at you forever. Akutagawa doesn’t even really care. Dazai and Sakunosuke are the ones who are probably upset. They’ll realize that you are the best they can do. Because look at you look at them. While you were eye fucking them I watched Dazai and Sakaguchi convince Akutagawa that they needed to test out their cup strength. They hit him with their bats for an hour-long at his crouch.”
“You were being selfish,” Koyo argued.
“You have no clue what-” you were turning the corner when something came through the wall. It looked like a large worm with extra eyes and arms. You fell on the other side of your friends with a brick hitting your head.
“Well well. If it’s isn’t you babe?”
That annoying voice maybe it was because you were out of it. You felt your body being dragged.
“Hey hey, what is going on?” You asked.
“Babe I’m saving you.”
“White Rat?”
“Again it’s Gojo.”
“Already told you not going to happen buddy now get off.” Your hands hit the air.
Gojo felt something go through him. Cursed energy.
“Trust me the last thing I want is to sleep with you. You got hurt I’ll explain it to you later. I’m just going to get you out of here.”
“What about everyone else?”
“Babe you were the only one that got hurt. My friend is handling the cursed spirit that is coming right that way. Geto come on!”
“You try holding down a worm by yourself. Just quickly bring her to Shoko.” Geto yelled back to Gojo.
Gojo slung you over his back and ran over to Shoko.
“Hey isn’t she-”
“Yes. Just heal her. She is coming back with us.”
You woke up with a sudden gasp.
“Hey, Babe your up.” God that damn annoying voice. It could pierced through titanium walls.
“So it wasn’t a dream after all. Should have known this was going to happen. Man, I shouldn’t have used the cursed energy to try and win that stupid plushie.”
“Huh, so you knew?”
“Knew about curses and cursed energy? Yeah, it doesn’t exactly run in my family. It’s not common but I’m one of the few that has it. The only person alive that has it is my grandfather. We don’t use it often. We only use it if we have to. Those who are alive teach it to the new users.”
“You didn’t know there are schools for learning techniques and about your abilities.”
“And fight things like that every day of my life and be near death forever. I’m surprised you are still alive.”
Gojo laughed. “Hit me.”
“What?”
He leaned forward close to your face and whispered. “Hit. Me.” He settled back into his chair.
You sat up from the bed and went to slap him. Your hand stopped two inches from his face. It felt so weird like you could feel molecules.
“Cool.” You smiled. “But I’m not going to your school to learn that.”
“I don’t know if any of the teachers can teach you that. It’s just something I learned. I come from a family of powerful sorcerers.”
“Gojo I don’t think this life is for me. I know basic skills. Trust me I know these things lurk around some are necessary to balance out the world. Others cause trouble but I don’t think that is my life.”
He chuckled and ruffled his hair taking off his glasses. “To think if I just came up to you the other day maybe things would be different.”
“Yeah maybe if you weren’t such a player.” You laughed back. You leaned close to him and grabbed his face. “Jesus Christ your hair is actually white I thought you just dyed your hair like every other asshole that wants to stand out.”
Gojo leaned in, “I think I stand out on my pretty find.” Smirking he captured your lips in a kiss. It was heated to the point where he was practically dragging you out of the bed onto his lap.
You broke it off. “Are you try to lure me into staying?”
“Maybe. Did it work?”
“As tempting as that was. Still no.” You carefully got out of the bed and saw your school uniform on a chair. You were leaving the school. “Maybe in another lifetime Gojo.”
“Another lifetime…I just realized I don’t your name.”
“____, ___. You know where to find Gojo in the future.” You finally left the school.
Gojo watched as you left a bright aura leaving him. “In another lifetime.” He chuckled again. He went to put his glasses back on. “That bitch stole my other pair of sunglasses. Now I have to buy more.”
You smirked leaving the campus sliding the glasses on flipping the building off. “Satoru Gojo you can go fuck yourself.”
+ summary: On a recovery mission of a cursed object you split into teams of two. You and Megumi get caught in the cross fire while looking for the object.
Genre: angst
Warning: slight cursing
You watched as Megumi trekked through the dangerous mountains.
You pushed the button on the walkie-talkie, “How is it looking out there?”
“A little wet, rocky. How is it looking from your end.”
“It looks like a big stream of this blood-red cursed energy, with small branches veering off. Like veins on a leaf.”
“Which way is the stream going?” He asked looking at his dog, really looking at you.
“Keep going straight, up towards that hillside over there.”
“Of course a hillside.” He grumbled.
“Megumi you can take a break. The sun will be rising soon. I guarantee our counterparts are still sleeping like the dead.”
You thought you heard a chuckle on the walkie-talkie. “Let me know when you see something.”
“Over and out.” You said. “Your dad needs a sense of humor.” You commented as you patted the divine dog's head.
Megumi was going further and further up the mountainside. You noticed a slab of a stone 3 yards in front of him.
“Hey, Megumi can you walk towards that slab of stone to your right?”
“Copy.”
He and his partner walked over to the slab. There were strange symbols of a language on it.
“What do you think it means?” He asked.
“Not sure, looks familiar though. Can you dust off whatever is on it?”
You watched as his hand over the moss and dirt off the lettering.
“Any clue now?”
“No.” You sighed defeated. “But I know I know it. I do know this, there is a temple not far from here. Be vigilant.”
“Over and out.”
The text on the slab of rock seemed so familiar. Something you have read before in the past few months.
“Fushiguro I think I need to turn the connection off.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, just the text on that slab it’s bugging me. I have a few documents saved on my phone about old language, some of it pertaining to Sukuna.”
“Keep me on the radio then.”
“Stay put don’t advance forward. Promise?”
He laughed before responding, “I promise.”
You slowed down your breathing and closed your eyes.
After regaining your vision you radioed Fushiguro. “Connection is stopped.”
“Got it.” He responded.
You went to grab your phone, looking through all the files and photos of old sorcerer language and looking at the translations.
Megumi on the other hand was sitting on a rock. He was about 500 hundred feet from the temple.
“Megumi come look at these flowers!” He heard a familiar voice call out to him.
“Tsumiki?” He asked turning towards the temple.
“Come here they look just like the ones from the garden don’t you think?”
Megumi couldn’t help himself he was walking closer to the temple. His body had no control. He was possessed to see his sister.
You found the document and reading the translation.
“The Mountain of Ryomen Sukuna. Temple devoted to our savior. We pray to him and built him a temple, for our master.” You read aloud. “Shit! Megumi! Get out of there now! He knew the minute we came here! Megumi! Megumi Fushiguro Answer Me!”
There was nothing but silence on the other end. You tried to reconnect with the divine dogs. You saw Megumi at the temple standing there by a bunch of dead bushes. He looked entrance with the structure.
You stopped the connection again. You know you should be keeping eyes on him but you needed to reach the others.
It wasn’t the time to set off the flare guns but you know you have no choice.
You went outside to find a clearing and shot the gun twice. A minute in between each shot.
There was a response with a single flare shot. They were coming. They were close to the board between north and south.
You reconnected with the dog again. You saw the dog running towards Megumi. Growling at the air in front of the temple. You noticed out of the corner of the dog's eye that there were cursed spirits coming out of the corners. They were heading straight towards Megumi. The Dog tried to fight them off all at once to protect his master. Until you could see any more. The connection was gone. The dog was dead and soon Megumi will too.
You had to think fast. You could sit and wait for Kugisaki and Itadori and send the other dog to find Megumi. Or you could go find him and leave the dog to bring them to you and him.
You couldn’t do a lot on your own. As minutes prior prove neither can the dog on its own.
You needed to go together. You went to a tree and left a note for the pair. You grabbed the bloody shirt and gave it to the dog.
“Find Megumi.” The dog nodded and grabbed the shirt from your hands. He sniffed it and ran upwards the mountain. As you followed the dog you mark trees with a paint ball gun you got from your bag.
You saw Megumi sitting on the ground you could see a cursed spirit leeching on his chest. Smaller ones were waiting on the edge to get the scraps of Megumi.
“Alright boy, get the smaller ones. I handle the big one.”
You had stored some cursed tools in the bag. You had a long sword.
It was like this cursed spirit was obsessed with Megumi. Didn’t even bother to look at you or the divine dog. Even at the screams of the smaller ones in the mouth of the dog.
You sliced its bottom half off. It was like a worm. You grabbed its head carefully yanking it from Megumi’s chest. You held the head and stared at it angrily. You felt your insides boil. And with that, the cursed spirit melted in your hands.
You didn’t have time to think about that. You dropped to your knees picking up Megumi in your arms. That monster opened up his wounds.
“Megumi can you hear me?” You asked softly.
“Mmm. Tsumiki.” He groaned with his eyes still closed.
His sister.
“____! Fushiguro!” Itadori called out.
You turned your head towards him. “Come quick Fushiguro is hurt.”
Itadori came over and sat down. “Apply pressure to his chest like I’m doing. I’m going to recover the finger.”
You turned towards Itadori. “Yuuji has he been present with you?”
“Sukuna? Yeah, he was being rather annoying.”
“You rang my dear.” The small face appeared on his face. You slapped Yuuji across the face.
“___ what was that for?!”
“Delicious.” The Demon smiled licking the blood on Yuuji’s face.
“He knew! He knew this place when he saw it. This temple was built for him and he stored a finger here! Tell me where the finger is Sukuna?!” You said holding Yuuji by his collar.
“Gladly. There is a box buried under the bushes.” He said smugly.
“Where is Nobara?”
“She went to get us a quick away out of here. Which we are going to need.”
You sent the dog to dig up the finger. The dog licked the outside of the box. You got the box from him.
You opened it and saw the finger. You pocketed it in the bag.
It had been a week an half since you got back from the mountain.
Megumi was still in the hospital. You were very angry at him. He promised. Right now you were held up in your room. Going over files about cursed techniques.
You stared at your hands. How did you melt that spirit?
You had called your parents and they said they would look into it for you as well.
Megumi groaned waking up. The past few days have been painful both on his chest and his head.
His friends came by and sat with him. Everyone but you.
It was around the third day he started to get worried about you and if you were ok.
“She is really mad at you. She was doing training with Maki and Gojo, after getting cleared. She was so angry.”
“She kept going on how you promised. That sea urchin promised.” Nobara said.
“How do you know that was me?” He asked.
“Have you seen your hair?” She asked.
Megumi lightly touched his hair. But that wasn’t the problem, he knows he hurt the trust he built with you. “Where is she now?”
“Held up her room. Something weird happened. She melted the cursed spirit sucking on your chest with her hands.” Itadori said slurping on some noodles.
“I’ll see her later and apologize.”
“Do you even know why she is mad?” Itadori asked him. He shook his head now. “When I was hidden, she made me promise every time I left that I would come back in one piece. She used to do that with her older brother when he left on missions. The one time they didn’t make that promise-”
“I get it,” Megumi said
Megumi was about to knock on the door. But what if you turned him away. He decided to go inside and just try and talk to you.
He opened the door to see you with candles on your window, using them as a light source. While you were reading books and papers, all spread out on your bed.
“Don’t even bother knocking? You must have hit your head too.” You commented not even looking at him.
He decided to just clear his throat.
“What I don’t even get a response to that?” You said finally looking at him. He still stood there like a statue. You got up off the bed and walked over to him. “How could you? You promised me! You walked right over there after I specifically told you to hold back. That was a direct violation of my trust and our partner's ship. You went in there without any knowledge! Which if you even bother to know that place was made for Sukuna and he hid his finger there!” You pushed his shoulder. “Huh still got nothing to say!”
He tugged you into his chest and his head fell down on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing.” You felt in his chest, the way he said it he meant two different things. “This doesn’t make up for your worry for me, but I didn’t have control of myself, I was possessed.”
You were silenced for a minute. “I’m sorry for making you promise it’s not fair to do to someone.”
“It is fine. Actually thought I was going to die and I had no control over myself. And I lost one of my shikgami and I thought I was going to lose you too.”
“I thought you didn’t care about saving people?”
“I do when I care about someone.”
You had decided with that statement to hugged Megumi back. “I care about you too. You should go back to the hospital and rest some more. Maybe if you are feeling up to it we can have a ceremony for the dog. I had him cremated for you he is in your room, in a wooden box.”
“That would be nice. Walk with me to the hospital room?”
You nodded and held his hand walking back to the hospital.
+ summary: On a recovery mission of a cursed object you split into teams of two. You and Megumi get caught in the cross fire while looking for the object.
Genre: angst
Warning: slight cursing
You, Itadori, Nobara, and Fushiguro were on a mission in the mountains. A cursed object or object was in the woods somewhere.
“The mountains are very large. It would take weeks to find the cursed object. Or before it finds us.” Fushiguro said.
“What do you suggest we do?” Nobara asked.
“We are a team of four. We could split into teams of two. 1 team goes north the other goes south.” You suggested. You had a map of the mountain. You drew a line across the map of the North and South. “It will take half as long.”
“How will we decide who goes with who?” Itadori asked.
“Draw numbers with our hands,” Nobara suggested.
The three of you looked at her confused.
“It's basically like rock paper scissors. Except you roll out 1 and 2 when you are making teams. That is how we did it in middle school.”
“So between 1 and 2?” You asked.
“Yeah. On 3 ready. And if we draw the same, 3 play again.”
You nodded your heads.
Itadori pulled 2 same as Nobara. Which meant you were paired with Fushiguro.
“___ and I will take the North.”
“We’ll take the South.” Nobara agreed.
“Before we separate…” You reached into your bag and pulled out flare guns. “To single each other when we have found the cursed object or being. Between 5:00-7:00 p.m. Unless it is an emergency to use the flare gun. 5 shots to each of us.” You stated.
It had been 4 hours of hiking up the Northern mountainside. Fushiguro let his divine dogs go ahead of you, sniffing around.
“You want water?” You asked.
“Where are we going to get water?” He asked. He turned around and watched you pulled a canteen out of your satchel. “How much can you fit in there?”
“It's a never-ending bag. I can fit however much I want.”
It never occurred to you how little you and Fushiguro knew about each other. You were in the same year but never really talked to each other. You spent time apart when Itadori passed away and then came back. You were helping him and Gojo. You had been practicing a lot with your positive cursed energy. You used it a little to heal the scar on Itadori’s chest.
“The sun is going to be setting soon.” You said.
“We should continue searching a little after 8:00. Then we should find a place to rest. Have watch hours we don’t know what’s lurking here.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ve heard stories about the mountains.”
“Stories? What stories?”
“That there are ghost of ancient villager that haunts this place. When settlers came through here and brutally murdered them.”
“Do you actually believe there are ghosts of ancient villagers?” Fushiguro asked, skeptically.
“Who knows? They could be protecting the cursed object or worse the cursed object could be disrupting their spirits.”
He nodded. There was a possibility of that being true.
After more hours of searching, you didn’t find it.
“I’ll take first watch. I’ll get you up in a few hours.” Fushiguro said.
He nodded to one of his dogs and it snuggled up next to you.
“He likes head scratches.”
“Does he have a name?”
“I never thought of it. I never really had time to name them. Shikigami don’t have names I believe.” He looked at you. “You should get some sleep.”
You nodded your head and rolled over.
“Fushiguro why weren’t you mad at me or Itadori?”
“For what?”
“You know lying to you and Nobara. About his death.”
“Why would I be angry? 1) Itadori being alive had to be hidden from the higher-ups because he is the vessel. Another thing is it is to my understanding that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. According to Itadori.”
“Yes, I was going to ask Shoko a favor. When I opened the door to the morgue Yuuji was sitting straight up naked. I did want to tell you. You have known Itadori the longest.”
“Wouldn’t have done you any good of telling me. Itadori yes is strong on his own without cursed energy however it’s because of his less knowledge of cursed energy I will always have his back.”
“So you are saying if I told you you wouldn’t let him do the insane stuff that Gojo did to him.”
Fushiguro stopped in his tracks. He was aware that yes his friend was training with Gojo and Nanami but he wanted to wait unlit Itadori was ready to tell him what happened. But why would you phrase it as insane?
“Insane?”
“Yeah, Gojo brought him to a fight with 2 unregistered special grade curses they were able to talk to. That’s what Itadori told me when he got back and I was fixing his wounds.”
“You were fixing his wounds?”
“Yeah, I’ve been working with Shoko and Gojo a little bit on reverse cursed technique. It kind of runs in the family. I figured with Yuuji around I should become really good at it. But I only realize after he died that there should be someone with that technique on our team because I didn’t want it to happen again.”
You looked embarrassed that you were learning such a hard technique, a hard one to master as well.
“The sad thing is I’m really only good at the small scrapes and bruises. I’m working my way to harder wounds.”
He made a satisfied sound to your statements.
It was nightfall again two days so far and still no sign. The demon dogs still haven’t smelt anything yet. It was the middle of the night you were taking guard. You felt drowsy but you had to stay awake to watch Fushiguro. Your eyelids start to drupe. If there is any danger you were sure the demon dogs could smell it.
That’s when the sound of howling awoke you.
“___ run!” Megumi shouted. “Eat it, boys.” He growled at the dogs.
You ran a few meters away from the cursed spirit. You saw Megumi running towards you with his demon dogs.
“What happened?” He asked.
“I closed my eyes for a minute. Sorry, Fushiguro.”
He nodded. “It’s alright. It’s been a long day. I’ll admit I fell asleep towards the end of my watch. We are lucky it was a small one. They were able to eat it rather quickly.”
“Megumi it slashed you.” You said walking towards him.
He looked down at his torso. Once he saw the slash he felt the pain. “The adrenaline must have been rushing through me.”
“I think we are further up the mountains I think we can find a cave. I can get a fire going and bandage you up.”
“What about reverse cursed energy?” He asked.
“I would have to see it. I would put all your money on that Fushiguro. You have a better chance of surviving with a wrap.”
He nodded his head you offered him your body to support him. The demon dogs looked at him for a command.
“Go ahead, boys.”
“I think I saw a cave not far from here.”
You pulled a pillow from your bag and placed it on the ground. Megumi was slowly laid back. You went outside and pulled some logs and leaves in, you had a lighter in your pocket.
“You’ve had that lighter since I’ve known you. Never seen you smoke though.”
“It belongs to my great-grandfather. It is passed down to the firstborn with cursed energy.”
“Does your family have a technique?” He asked.
You were reaching into the bag pulling bandages, rubbing alcohol, and water. “No, even though I have a large family those with cursed energy have innate techniques. Mine is similar to Mei Mei’s except I can see through other animal's eyes.”
You kneeled down next to him. You undid the buttons on his top. “This is going to sting.”
You cleaned the wound on his chest. He winced but didn’t make a noise. You quickly put the bandage on him. You got the canteen of water and put it to his mouth.
“The downside to the technique is that I can’t see. I read up on this place before coming here. I tried with different animals with pictures of them but nothing is getting through.”
Megumi sat up. “Are you sure?”
“At least for the past two nights. I thought they were further up the mountain. But we are close to the top. The cursed object might have driven them off or killed them.”
“Or change their shape,” Megumi said.
“Is that possible?” You asked.
“It is possible if the cursed object is a finger.”
“Did Gojo tell you anything about coming here?”
“Just said it was a mission he was supposed to take. But knowing Gojo he wants to feed Itadori as many fingers as possible. If the finger is buried somewhere in the woods it could change the ecosystem that means that this place is running with cursed energy.” He said.
“You should rest the rest of the night Megumi. I’ll keep watch.”
“The demon dogs can stand to watch as well at the edge of the cave. You should rest too.”
You nodded. You began to set up a bed near him. “Megumi do you think we can combine our techniques? Like me using my ability to see through animals to work on your shikigami?”
“We can try. In the morning.” He mumbled.
You made eggs over the dying flames of the fire early the next morning. Megumi still hasn’t woken up. You decided to try using the reverse curse energy on his chest.
You placed your hands on his chest, you focused on your breathing.
“___.”
“Sorry just thought I try. I have eggs for you I already ate. I think I might try seeing through the demon dog's eyes now. Do you still want to go through with this? I can always shoot off the flare gun.”
“No. We have a chance of getting the finger. We have to keep it from Itadori after the last mission.”
You shook your head in compliance. Megumi whistled the dogs came over. One laying on top of him and the other sitting between you two. You look him in the eyes breathing in and out. You closed your eyes and open them again.
You saw yourself. “It worked Megumi!” You cheered.
“I can tell.” He said.
“What does that mean?” You asked with a little sass in your voice.
“You have their eyes and one of their eyes is like yours.” He said with a slight groan in his voice.
The dog turned their attention to him.
“Wow, so that is what cursed energy looks like.” You said.
“What?” Megumi said a little confused.
“The dogs can see our cursed energy too. Yours is a bright blue aura, like a flame. Do you want an aspirin?”
“Can you even get your bag?” He asked.
“Haha so funny.” You got up and walked towards your things you felt around for your bag. You heard chuckling behind you.
“Are you, Megumi Fushiguro laughing?”
“Is it hard to believe that I smile?”
“No, however, you don’t do it often. I think I have it.” You said. You put your hand inside the bag finding the little bottle.
There was a loud clap of thunder outside the dogs looked towards the opening of the cave.
“Jesus I have to know clue where I am. Where are you Fushiguro? Can you get them to look this way?”
“Why not stop the connection?”
“Who knows I can do this again. Besides neither of us are leaving the cave today, I suggest we send the dogs to follow the sent of the cursed energy.”
“They could die up there by themselves.”
“I’m blind. You have cut across your chest. If we go out there we are in more danger. We should have shot a flare last night.” You sighed. “I can see the cursed energy from the object everywhere it's like blood red. The protection must have been taken off. Do you think it is one of the stolen ones?”
You heard groaning next to you. The dogs turned their attention back to their master. He took the pills and canteen. He then took the bag and found a shirt just like his previous one.
“Don’t say it. I’m going out there, I will have a cursed tool with me. You will have eyes on me. One demon dog will stay with me the other will stay with you.”
“I don’t like this plan Megumi. You could get hurt. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you-”
“___, I will be fine. You have to trust me. We’ll find the finger and we can go home.”
You started to get nervous. Megumi grabbed your hand and put it on his chest. “That is my heartbeat. Steady. I swear I’m fine.” He reached into the bag again, pulling out a pair of walkie-talkies. “We can remain in constant contact, you tell me where to go.”
You huffed in agreement. “You have to promise me, the minute you feel pain, you feel your life is in danger please run away.”
“___-”
“Promise me!” You shouted at him.
You heard a slight inhale from him. Truth be told he didn’t see you as a person to blow up.
“I promise.”
You both walked towards the entrance of the cave. He helped you sit down so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain.
You felt a dog sit next to you and lay its head on your legs.
“You take care of her. You got that. If you smell anything kill it. You have to listen to her too. When she tells you something don’t hesitate.” He stopped petting the beast’s head and left the cave. You could hear his footsteps getting further and further away.
It felt odd. No, it felt scary for you, you felt that you were saying goodbye to Megumi, for good.
+ summary: After a day being tormented by Osamu Dazai all you want to do was spend time with the lovely Chuuya...but an enemy has other plans for both of you
Genre: fluff
Warning: mentions of weapons
“Osamu I don’t get why I have to wear a face mask?”
In a whiney tone, with a pout, the dangerous mafioso responded, “___ it’s a disguise. No one can tell who you are.”
“Osamu, putting me in a suit, a face mask, and a different hairstyle won’t fool anyone. Besides we are in headquarters. Everyone knows we work together.” You argued with him.
“Boo-hoo for trying to make our day fun. And make you look interesting.” He laughed with an evil smirk.
“Keep talking Dazai, you’ll end up in more bandages.” You mumbled.
You were going through the paperwork you had to finish filling out and filing.
“___ I’m bored.”
You sighed, “Osamu maybe if you did your paperwork on time, we could be out on a raid or literally anything else.”
“Why would I do it? When I have a pretty Belladonna doing it for me.”
You chuckled with a sinister smile under your mask but to Dazai it looks like you liked the compliment. “Actually I’m doing Nakahara a favor.”
He faked a pain in his heart and fell out of the chair. “How dare you do that dog a favor! You are supposed to be my associate, not his!”
“Osamu you do realize we all work together, you might be my mentor but I’m friends with everyone.”
“And to think I gave you...what did I give you again?”
“Hmm...” you thought “you gave a roll of bandages. I think you even said over drinks used them when you have horrible injuries. Then you poured Chuuya’s wine into his hat. We were asked to leave Lupin. If Odasaku was there controlling what you were drinking maybe we wouldn’t have been kicked out.”
“You just said Chuuya. You never call him Chuuya. Always Nakahara, Mr. Nakahara, and Executive Nakahara.”
“Did I? Careless mistake. You say it all the time must have picked it up.” You said with a shrug finishing the last paper for Chuuya.
Knowing full well you messed up. You weren’t supposed to call him that outside of the home. You were supposed to meet him tonight for dinner. But now the ever so clever mafioso idiot Dazai Osamu, was glaring at you.
“Do you have any idea what you want to do or what we should do? Besides play dress up. Heard anything from Ogai?”
He looked down at his desk filled with paperwork. “No, I guess I have to meet Akutagawa soon.”
“So I can go home?” You asked excitedly.
“Yeah yeah. Keep the phone on though.”
You left headquarters and went home. You plopped on your couch loosening your tie.
“Hey baby,… what are wearing?” He looked you up and down.
“Dazai wanted to play dress-up today. He said it was a “disguise”.” You told your boyfriend.
He growled at the mention of Dazai. “I’m sorry he tortured by that asshole.”
“Chuuya that is not a kind way to describe our friend.”
He rolled his eyes. “He is a suicidal maniac and a piece of shit. Do not call him my friend.” He growled.
“Ok, sweetie. I’m going to get ready for dinner.” You told him.
“You still want to go out even with the suspicious sociopath out there?”
“I just spent the entire day with a bored Dazai, he dressed me up as Mori does with Elise. I deserve a night out at my favorite restaurant with my big bad mafioso boyfriend is going to take me there.”
“He dressed you like the way Mori does with Elise?!” He yelled, taking that small comparison away from your statement.
“Dinner. Tonight Chuuya.”
“You were right. We are needed the night out.” Chuuya said sipping his wine.
“It pays to be in the mafia with multiple restaurants willing to close just for you.”
Chuuya hummed to that as you both raised your glasses clinking them.
You two were in a comfy corner in the party room restaurant, arched doors closed, large paints hanging off the walls, maroon carpeted floors, a private bar across from the door, and a table lit by candlelight. A fine red wine Chuuya picked for you two tonight. Him even pinning his hair tonight under his fedora.
You recently saw an old picture when he first entered the Port Mafia with short hair. You casually mentioned you liked how he looked in his teens. He nearly chopped off his beautiful long ginger hair with a pair of kitchen scissors. You threw a knife in his direction to stop him from doing so. You adore his long locks, loved calming him down with running your fingers through his hair. Or when he had a pretty stressful day brushing it for him and braiding it, that ultimately lead to him braid yours in return.
“So please tell me how was your day today My Love.” You asked him.
“Pretty boring had to go over shipments coming in from the north, that was early in the morning. Then there was the delivery process. I was able to go for a short bike ride briefly, nearly got mugged by a kid on the street. He looked like he was starving I didn’t blame him I’ve been there. So I gave him so cash and a card just in case he needs a family.”
“Ever so kind My God.”
“What did I tell you about calling me your god.” He brought down his hat to cover his face flush from the comment.
“It’s only true, Mr. Executive.” You said teasingly knowing that gets a rise out of him. You started to play footies with his legs under the pristine white table cloth.
“I would like to go to dinner once where we actually eat and not having me rush home because you can’t behave.” He growled at you grabbing your thigh possessively.
You giggled. “Sorry for teasing you.” You liked down at your wine glass twirling your finger around the edge. You noticed a strange reflection in the glass.
“Chuuya duck.” You said in a calm manner.
You both hit the deck just as a rain of fire of bullets was coming from the main dining room.
You flipped the table over as the both of you made your way to the bar.
“Can you use your ability?”
“I can’t see who is out there or how many. They are covered.”
“And we are pinned down.” You sighed.
So this is how you and Chuuya, the love of your life were going to die. Pinned down in your favorite restaurant being killed by Port Mafia enemies.
“What can you do with a blowtorch?” Chuuya asked pulling it up from under the shelf.
“Depends how much do you like that jacket?”
He smirked and started ripping the jacket up. Putting the ends in liquor bottles. You turned on the blowtorch, starring at the beautiful flame.
Chuuya was smirking happily watching you ready to burn down a building and give him an opening to kill these men that were trying to kill you.
He saw one of the bullets and saw an interesting logo on the side.
“…Mori Corp.” He said with an angry low tone. “Don’t, we can’t kill them.”
“What they are shooting at us?”
“They are blanks. Look at the shells.”
“Son of a bitch, Osamu Dazai!” You yelled across the restaurant. You stood up from behind the bar. “The next person who shoots, I will have your head and Chuuya will play with your decapitated head.”
Chuuya face went blank after you said that.
“Ok ok boys you heard the little lady. You can all go home.” Dazai said with an evil smirk.
You jumped over the bar into the main dining hall grabbing the bandage freak by the neck.
“What the hell Dazai! You tortured me all day and I wanted to relax with my boyfriend and you had to ruin it.” He was laughing, “Why the hell are you laughing your maniac?!”
“You said Chuuya is your boyfriend.”
“That is what this is about?!” Chuuya yelled at him from the side.
“Now, Now you two, you were keeping a secret from your best friend. You should have told me because you didn’t you got shot at.” He said with his dead stare.
“You are psycho.” You sighed holding your head in hand. You flipped the table back up pulling three chairs over. “Are you idiots coming to eat or not?”
+ summary: you were cooking for your niece, nephews, awful brother-in-law, and his annoying pet pro-hero bird. when you get ill Hawks becomes very attentive over you
Genre: fluff
Warning: mentions abuse
“Aunt ___ you don’t have to cook for us.” Fuyumi pleads to you.
“Oh, sweetness that is none sense. I didn’t get to see you guys as children. It’s the least I can do.” Not that it was your fault. Enji wanted to keep your sister, Rei, and their children from their family except for major holidays. They had to be devoted to their quirks.
You were born a year before Touya. Yes, there was a big age gap between you and your sister. But that didn’t stop you from being close to each other. You and Touya played together before your quirks developed. You visited her at the hospital when she was sent there. As you got older you made the effort to there for her family when she couldn’t.
“What are you cooking tonight for us?” She asked shifting in her seat.
“I’m making Shoto’s favorite. Cold soba. I’m going to make a spicy sauce for your sorry excuse of a father.” You said with a growl thinking about his big stupid face. “Is Natsuo coming home for dinner tonight?”
“Hi, ___,” Shoto said entering the kitchen after it training and doing his homework.
“Hi, baby Sho.” You said with a grin.
“____ I’m 15.” He stated.
“But you will always be baby Sho to me.” You said turning around squeezing his cheeks.
“I’m making your favorite cold soba. With different side sauces.”
“Thank you.”
“Natsuo said he was coming. He is on his way. Dad said he is bringing...”
“Hawks.” You said with a grimace. You started cutting vegetables angrily. You turned around hand on hip, holding the knife. “Your father is always inviting that damn bird over when I’m cooking for you.”
“You don’t like Hawks?” Fuyumi asked.
You sighed heavily. “He just always...always flirts with me. And those stupid feathers.”
Shoto was starring at the vegetables you were chopping furiously. “Poor vegetables.” He sighed.
“Is that why your brother is coming, that stupid bird brain and not for his loving Aunt.”
The blade was starting to freeze.
“Aunt ___ you need to calm down. Your quirk it’s…”
You began to feel light head and cold all over. You fell overhead hitting the floor.
You gasped sitting up to face to face with Hawks.
“Heard you overused your quirk, Dove.”
“Sho how long was I out for?” You asked completely ignoring the Pro-Hero.
“Just a half an hour. I heated some stones and a cloth to warm you up.”
“Thank you.” You said getting up.
“You lay back down. We have the recipe down even the teriyaki chicken for Hawks.” Fuyumi said.
“Isn’t that cannibalism?” You asked turning towards him.
“It tastes good. I was human before the wings.”
“Alright alright.” You said. “Stop the yelling you are making the headache worse.”
“____! You’re up!” Natsuo yelled entering the kitchen with drinks.
“You!” You yelled at him.
“Huh?”
“You are late for one of your siblings were here before you! Two Fuyumi tells me you don’t come home often at all and that you have a girlfriend on campus. Three you haven’t come to any of the other dinners unless he is here!” You said pointing that the birdman next to you. “I’m your aunt and we are close in age am I not as fun as birdbrain over here!” You yelled at him.
He quickly placed the tray of ducks down and bowed down and was quickly let out an apology. “___ I’m sorry for not being here on time. It has nothing to do with Hawks being here I’m trying really hard to make time for family and studies. You can meet my girlfriend for dinner one day just you, me, and her to make up for the lost time.”
You gave him a skeptical look. “You are forgiven. My little Natsuo. Help your siblings with dinner. Maybe we have lunch in the afternoon with Rei.”
“I don’t have a birdbrain. I’m still human.” Hawks said.
“It’s called an insult. That’s why I said it. Where is the number one hero?”
“He has a work call,” Natsuo said.
“Why aren’t you on the call?” You asked Hawks.
“It doesn’t involve me. Lay back down and relax. I know you and him don’t get along.”
You rolled your eyes and laid back down on the floor. “You have no idea.”
Hawks looked down at you concerned.
“Dinners ready!”
“Thanks for the meal.” You all said.
“Sorry I couldn’t give you all a night off from cooking for yourselves. Except for you Enji, Fuyumi has taken over the mothering role ever since you sent my sister away.”
You felt the fiery hero stared you down across the table.
“Let’s all dig in,” Fuyumi said trying to diffuse the tension in the air.
“How are you? I heard you overuse your quirk again.”
“And you would know about someone overusing their quirk wouldn’t you.” You said to him.
“___ every time we see each other we don’t have to fight.”
“Mmm. I’m not fighting with you. Just saying what everyone is afraid of saying. Sho how is the soba?” You asked your nephew.
“It’s delicious. I like the new sauce you prepared for us.”
“That’s wonderful. Would you like some ice for that scar Enji?”
Natsuo next to you smirked.
“___ it’s been 6 weeks that joke is getting old.” Enji sighed.
“If you can’t take the heat Endeavor then get out of the kitchen.” You said taking a bite out of your food. Looking at him in his blue eyes playing with fire.
“Sometimes I forget that even though your quirk wasn’t made for your body your not as weak as your sister.”
Hawks took notice of your change in demeanor. He began to feel coldness coming off of you.
“She must be still strong if she is still married to an abusive pig like you.”
That really set him off he grabbed his plate and stormed to his office by the sound of him slamming his door shut.
“That was stone cold ___,” Natsuo said.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that. You say you want to spend family time with us.” Fuyumi said putting her head down.
“Fuyumi he will never be my family. You guys deserve better, Rei deserves better, Touya deserved better. No future actions will ever fix the damage he has done. He can’t escape his own sins. With any luck, he will burn himself up.”
Shoto never said anything. Those horrible comments you both made at each other, were below the belt but they had to be said. The horrible things you were saying right now are indeed horrible but overall the truth.
“___ you should eat more, you overused your quirk enough as it is.” Hawks said to you putting some chicken on your plate.
Soon the night's dinner was over. Hawks and you left the hellish Todoroki family home.
“I’m walking you home.” He wasn’t asking you he was telling you.
You had never seen him like this before, usually, he was way more flirty, easy-going, laidback, jokes. Now he was being stoic, stern, even a little earnest.
“Why?”
“You did pass out and hit your head today. And had a nasty fight with someone who left angry.”
“Wouldn’t it be faster if you flew me home?”
“It would but you use your quirk twice. I don’t want you to get hurt because of a careless action I took.”
Your heart clenched a little. Hawks had mentioned once he blamed himself for the scar that donned Enji’s face.
“Sorry that you took witness to the ugly words said between Endeavor and I.”
“Don’t be sorry. He is a good hero but a messed-up human being. Heroes get lost on the climb to number 1 spot.”
“Not you though. It was like one day you were just at the top.” You said with a smile. “You are my age and more successful than me.”
“What do you do for a living ___?” He asked genuinely interested.
“I help design costumes for heroes.”
“Really? Didn’t expect that from you.”
“What did you expect?”
“A personal chef of some kind. You are really good at cooking and even tonight those kids followed the recipe to a T.”
You laughed. “Just a skill I picked up. Hospital food tastes horrible so I usually cook meals to bring to my sister. But I’ve always enjoyed designing hero wear. Since I was a kid. I designed Touya’s dream hero costume. I still have it. Speaking of hero costumes, why aren’t you wearing yours?” You commented on his civilian clothes.
“I took the day off. Uncommon for me nowadays. Or any day in my life.”
“Good for you. You deserve that.”
“Why did you say those things tonight? You have never gone that far before.”
You stopped while walking looking at his back as he walked 5 steps ahead of you before turning to look at you.
“I don’t know for sure. Maybe it was the false kindness he was showing me. He has always been cruel to me in the past so I guess I find it hard to believe he would even care.”
“Why does he hate you?”
“He believes I was the reason his son's quirk was infective.”
“Shoto’s quirk works perfectly fine though.”
“Touya. His first son. His body couldn’t handle the flames.”
Hawks sighed as he watched your head fall down thinking about it.
“What exactly is your quirk?”
“It’s basically the same as my sisters however the ice goes below freezing. But whenever I use it I’ve over my skin.” You moved your hair around to show your hair and ice burns. “Sometimes it gets really bad, and my hair turns white. My body wasn’t built for this quirk. I’m lucky I don’t have to use it in my profession.”
You felt a feather lift your chin up. “You are not to blame for life’s cruel gifts.”
“I see why you are the number 2 hero.” You smiled.
Hawks eyes widen at your smile he felt his wings widen as his heart beating faster.
“Hey what do you listen to on the headphones? I know they are coms when you are working but do you have stations or switches over to music or radio stations?”
You were getting closer to his face. “I don’t have any different channels. Just the coms and radio scanner for police.”
“Hmm that’s too bad I bet you have the best music taste.”
“Huh?” He felt his face flush. “Oh yeah. It’s really good.”
You started to laugh as a feather started to tickle your cheek.
He subconsciously let the feather touch you more.
“You can keep it if you want. I’m going to shed the old feathers soon once the season changes.”
“Can you call back old feathers once they shed?”
“Yeah.” He said.
You held the feather close to your face examining it. Your fingertips running over the edges. He felt his body jitter at the sensation.
“Thanks. We should keep walking it's getting late and it will get cold soon.”
He nodded extending his arm for you to walk with him.
“Does the cold bother you?” He asked.
“Not really. Barely in the winter, I guess. Maybe sometimes early in the winter morning. It is more when I feel the ice on my skin I can feel it freezing over my entire body. You are acting differently tonight?”
He turned to you confused, “What do you me I’m acting differently?”
“I don’t know. Your demeanor is different, you are more flirty, more with the nicknames. Now you are just…” you got stuck on your words. “so caring and stoic.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “What kind of Pro-Hero would I be if I wasn’t those things. You just seemed to be dealing with a lot tonight. I didn’t want to bother you further.”
You walked most of the way to your apartment in silence. Hawks wing kept you close to his body.
“You live here?”
“Uh yeah. Pro-Hero costume design doesn’t pay that well. They offer livable wages.”
“Endeavor doesn’t care?”
“I’m not his blood. My parents don’t really care either. I’m fine though.”
Hawks looked at the run downed building concerned. He knows this neighborhood to a lot of crime from villains. He believes there are a group of small villains around here stealing from convenience stores setting fires in their path.
“Wipe that look off your face Hawks.” You said to him.
“I can be concerned. If no one else is going to be for you I can be.”
“You sound like a boyfriend.”
“Is that an offer?” He said with a wink looking down at you.
You laughed too hard, “I should get to bed, it’s midnight.” You walked towards the apartment building door entering your code for the building.
“Keigo.”
“What?” You asked turning to him.
“Keigo. Takami Keigo. That’s my name, no one outside me, hero commissions, and the private hero education knows my name. This will be our secret.”
“Ok, Keigo.”
“Also ___, you need anything, pull the feather 3 times.”
“Anything?”
“Don’t get any strange ideas.”
You smirked stroking your chin, “Even if those ideas pertain to your hero costume?”
“You think about that?”
“Ever since I met you. I have a lot of thoughts.”
“I can see what I can do about that.” He said thinking. “Be safe ___.” He finally flew off.
“Keigo…disclose, open and enlightenment, understanding…that is so him.” You laughed to yourself finally being able to get some rest.
+ summary: You and Tomura meet accidentally in an aquarium. You know who he is, but he doesn’t know you but he finds himself quite taken with you.
Genre: fluff
Warning: 18+ language, suggestive scenarios
*Quirk: You can talk to fish and other sea creatures.*
"I don't understand why you like these fish?"
"What do you mean you don't understand? They are interesting."
"They are scary looking."
"But they say interesting things. They are very observant." You said to your friend, ___.
"You do see that no one is here because it scares kids." ___ she stated. "I'm going to the seal show."
"You have fun. I'm going to go to the jellyfish and then maybe the sharks." You hummed staring at the tank making faces at the eels.
Your quirk was talking to sea life and they could understand you. It was an interesting quirk and you rather enjoyed it.
You didn’t exactly hate people, you and others just didn’t get along. Everyone was always raving about becoming a hero. Those dreams of being a hero sounded so mundane in this day in age, everyone wants to be a hero with their flashy quirk.
You liked being you. You were always judged for having a boring quirk and it's not being showy. You worked at a library and it was relaxing. Not a lot of people came in. You got to read about fish. The fish were interesting. Most of them were observant and could spot people's weaknesses and see their little problems.
"So guys what's with you?" You said looking around the tank looking at the coral.
"Toga shut the fuck up," Dabi said pushing Toga off of him.
"But I'm bored. I wanna do something funnnnn! Like, kill someone."
"No. we need to keep crime around here low profile. Can't have heroes finding us again."
"Well we are new to the area let's go somewhere." She whined again.
"I'm not your older brother. I already did that shit."
"If you shut up I will take you to the aquarium. And you can run wild all you want." Shigaraki said to the impatient teen. He just wanted some peace. If he took her out she can do whatever the hell she wanted.
"Shigaraki I don't think that would be-" Kurogiri started.
"And you get to come too Kurogiri."
"Keep watch of her," Tomura instructed Dabi and Kurogiri.
He walked around the aquarium with his head down. For the most part, because the area was speedy the aquarium was empty except for today which was a free school day. The aquarium was on the smaller side when it came to others just had the simple fish inside and a seal attraction outside.
Tomura was able to find himself a quiet spot by the bigger tanks fill with eels and big fish. They didn’t have any flashy colors or beautiful scales. They looked plain. To Tomura it made sense why no kids were here they were easily taken up with colors.
It was quiet for a moment before he heard two women talking to each other. One deciding to stay and the other one walking away after saying some rude things to her.
Tomura noticed that you were looking around the tank and talking to them. "So guys what's with you?" She said.
He noticed for rather too long getting trapped in your voice. Your eyes met with his, she stared for about a minute.
He was sure he made you uncomfortable by your response, ”Uh hi.” Your small hand did a simple wave towards him, ”I was just...using my quirk."
By now Tomura didn’t exactly look straight at you instead of looking at the reflection in the glass.
"Fine by me. Please enjoy yourself." He said.
"Is this your first time here?" You pressed. Normally it would bother him but your voice was so angelic.
"Yeah just moved here. Friends pushed me out for the day. I managed to get away." The stranger huffed out.
You walked around the tank and sat down next to him. "So would you like to know about the fish?" You asked. "I come here every week. And my quirk lets me talk to them."
"Hm. That's an interesting quirk. Lucky."
"What to know what they think about you?" You asked again. "They know who you are.”
He winced at your comment. 'Shit. Now I'm screwed.'
"I won't say anything. You don't scare me. No matter how they described you on the news. You seem level-headed.” It was true in your eyes, he had a point All Might shouldn’t be the goal set of a hero. There are many versions of heroes but they all follow in All Might’s footsteps.
"Whatever," He said. Shigaraki felt his heart beating a little faster.
"If you ever are looking for someplace where it is quiet might I suggest a library not far from here. Ask for ____."
You got up walked away from the tank you had to help your friend with her daycare.
"What's got handyman in a twist?" Dabi asked Kurogiri.
"None of your fucking business Chard-Ass." He couldn't get you out of his head.
"Whatever fuck face." He started to walk away.
"Wait...what would you say to someone when they say they aren't afraid of you?"
"Tell the bitch to get either get on her knees or she is crazy and get away."
"You are really a pig Dabi." Twice said. “But that does sound fun.”
"Why are you asking boss man?" Toga asked.
"Some girl said she wasn't scared of me."
"She clearly doesn't have standards."
"She was gorgeous," He said as he took another shot. "She told me where she worked. We barely talked."
"So some girl who you don't know and she doesn't really know you are, is interested in you? And she is hot." Dabi grunted. "She might be psycho. Just the chick for you Tomura."
"That's sooo cute Boss." Toga shouted. "Ask her out."
"Are you crazy! I don't-"
"Fucker doesn't know-how. Ha."
"Fuck you Dabi."
"Trust me when I say this Tomura you aren't my type."
"Sorry I don't think it would be a good idea for me right now. Trying to take down the symbol of peace."
"I'm all for screwing the symbol of peace Hands but if you fuck her would you be less of an ass." Tomura picked up his glass threw it at Dabi. "Touchy touchy."
"I shouldn't have said anything." He wandered back to his room to sleep or play games.
"Come on fuck her!” Dabi shouted from the bar.
Here you were enjoying a book in the empty library then there was a warp hole in the middle of the library. "Hey, fucker?"
"I'm here to see ____." You knew the man in front of you.
"Shigaraki?"
"I'm here to take you on a date."
"Really! Alright!" You hopped up to your seat at the counter, taking his arm, and went through the warp gate.
On the other side, you were in the alleyway of Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium.
You smiled at him. To be honest you thought Shigaraki was cute and hot. You had read up on him and waited for him. You knew he just needed time.
"This is perfect. I've always wanted to go here but never got the chance. We need to go straight to the whale sharks exhibit." You took his arm and dragged him along with you.
He went from tank to tank with you watching you smile happily, he smirked to himself. You were like a child in a candy store. He told me little things about himself. He told his name. Tenko.
"Come on ____. Let's go get some food and then the gift shop." He whispered in your ear.
"Tenko, you don't have to buy me anything."
He smiled again. The fluorescent water light reflected on his face beautifully. "But I want to. I want you to remember our first date."
"Hm. I assume there are going to be more?” You eyed him.
"Better fucking believe it. Because guess what?"
"What?" You asked teasingly.
"You are mine. And I'm yours. You know you are very hard to forget."
"Most people think the opposite of that."
"Motherfuckers must be deaf and blind." You laughed.
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