"Welcome!" Your chirped as the door to your bakery opened with a chime. It was the blond man, and as always he was right on time-exactly 7:45 in the morning.
You smiled and bowed to the man. "I already have your order ready, Mister."
Surprise flashed across his face for a moment before his lips curved up into a smile. "I guess I have become a regular here, huh?"
You nodded and placed a loaf of brioche wrapped in parchment paper. The man pulled out his wallet and paid the exact amount of money. He always seemed to carry the exact amount of change with him. He nodded a goodbye at you and made his way out of the bakery.
"Thank you. Please visit again," you said though you knew he would be there tomorrow at the same time, buy the same bread and carry the same amount of money for the bread.
The rest of your day passed by as usual. When you had no customers to tend to, your mind drifted to the blond man. You wondered what he did for work, but by his looks you assumed he was a salary-man. The lines on his face, which made him all the more handsome, made you think he was quite old. What if he is married? What if he has kids?
Curiosity boiled in your mind, making it difficult to think about anything else other than him. You wanted to know more about him. What was his favorite color? Did he go to college? Where does he work? You wanted to know more and more and more and-
Ding!
The sound of the doorbell ringing snapped you violently out of your thoughts. You quickly collected yourself and greeted the customer. After the customer was gone, you mentally scolded yourself for overthinking about that man and zoning out during work.
But did he think of you too?
The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. You were a nobody. Just the owner of the bakery that he liked to frequent. The two of you didn't even know each other's names. You shook your head and decided not to think of him anymore. It was futile and you knew your stupid feelings would never be reciprocated.
Next day, the man arrives again-7:45 sharp, and neither a minute early nor late. You greet him as usual, ignoring the pang in your heart. You had his order packed and ready. He paid and turned around to leave.
However, he stopped right in front of the door and hesitated. You cocked your head in confusion but before you could ask him anything, he turned around, cleared his throat and spoke.
"Are you, perhaps, free this weekend?"
Your mouth fell open in confusion and when you spoke, you were a stuttering mess. "Yes, of course!"
You mentally kicked yourself for sound too eager. You looked at him and noticed that he looked slightly pleased with himself. The pink dusting the tips of ears doesn't go unnoticed by you.
"How about we meet at the restaurant down the street for lunch?"
He spoke slowly, in a way one would speak so as to not mess up the words. His eyes bore into you, waiting for an answer and not breaking eye contact. You were never one to hold one's gaze for so long but something about him made you want to look at him more and more. You found yourself drifting into his eyes, the color of sweet, sweet honey.
You sputtered when you realized you had to answer his question. "Oh! Yeah, why not! How about this Sunday? The bakery will be closed, so.."
You drifted off, hoping he would agree. Why wouldn't he agree when he asked you out? You silently groaned at your stupidity. You could not believe that the man had asked you out. After weeks of secretly pining and convincing yourself that he didn't even know you much less like you, you were truly and utterly shocked. You dug your nails into your palm to confirm you were not dreaming.
He nodded and his shoulders slightly drooped, like he had just put down a heavy load. "Alright," he said, walking towards the door. "I'll see you on Sunday."
"Wait!" You called out for him. He turned his head around to look at you and raised an eyebrow, his honey-brown eyes focused solely on your face.
"W-What's your name?"
He smiled. A real smile. A smiled wide enough to make his eyes crinkle at the corners and make him look so much more younger.
Wakatoshi was on a call with his closest friend. They had been talking for over two hours—mostly Tendou, as he was the talkative one. When Tendou innocently asked about your wellbeing, he froze. It was then that he truly realized you were gone and wouldn't be coming back. He was in denial the whole time—waiting for you to come back. His throat closed up, rendering him speechless. Tendou understood his silence and tried his best to console Wakatoshi, though all the latter could think of was your absence and how much it suffocated him.
Tobio's unexpected setter dump helped his team win the match. He was showered with praises and slaps on the back. One of his more playful teammates ruffled his hair and hugged. Tobio instinctively turned his head to search for you in the stands. When he saw that your usual spot was empty, his smile dropped. Where are you? His heart ached. He called you as soon as he reached home, only for his blood to run cold when you addressed him by his last name. "Why didn't you come to my game?" He asked. "Kageyama, we broke up."
Rintarou's heart beat fast when you playfully punched him. He had said something funny and you were laughing your head off. His joy was shortlived as he was painfully reminded that you were not his anymore, as your boyfriend came and hugged you from behind. After your breakup, you had insisted that Rintarou and you remain friends and despite his better judgement, he agreed. And now he's forced to see you happy with someone else. Someone who's not him.
Kiyoomi's finger hovered over the phone screen. He hesitated before he pressed 'cancel'. He couldn't bring himself to delete your pictures. There was no way he could do it. Instead, he wished he had taken more pictures with you. After all, those were the only reminders of you he had left. You were the best thing that happened in his life and Kiyoomi regretted letting you go. He looked at your smiling face in the pictures as a tear escaped his eyes.
should i make a part 2 for this with other characters?
Shoyou's ever-present smile faltered as he saw you again after what felt like an eternity. He was so, so sure he had moved on. Yet, there he was, feeling something warm bloom inside him the moment your eyes met. You smiled-awkwardly, not the one that he oh so loved-and moved on. You look like you're doing well, which he is happy about. Do you miss him? He hopes so. He misses you dearly, yes, but Shoyou swears he's happy. He's doing well, too. Because that's what matters right? Though he'd be happier if you were with him.
Kenma cursed as he lost the boss fight for the umpteenth time. He's been playing for so long and still hasn't been able to defeat the boss. Frustrated, he threw the console on his bed and laid back. That was a huge mistake for his mind immediately drifted towards you. He thought about all the things that don't feel the same, now that you had left. He couldn't enjoy games, streaming-everything was so bland without you. He wonders how he even lived before you came into his life.
Osamu is in a rush. It's a rush hour and he's busy tending to his customers. In between customers, he somehow manages to make extra onigiri for his dinner. Absent mindedly, he puts them in a container and goes on about his work. It's when he's finished closing the shop and ready to leave that he notices he's made enough onigiri for two people. He freezes as he notices how some of them are covered in your favorite seasoning. He laughs silently, because why would you be at his home? The two of you had broken up exactly two months ago. Pathetic. Osamu should be over you. He can't stop loving you.
Atsumu is scrolling through social media, laughing at cat memes. A particular one makes him laugh very hard. Trying to catch his breath, he sends it to all his friends. He scrolls through the list to find your name, he's sure you will love it. He's confused when he can't find your contact in the list. His eyes widen as realization hits him square in the face. We're not together anymore. He bites his trembling lip. He misses you so much. He tried pushing his feelings down knowing very well it won't work. Atsumu sobs into his pillow and wishes you would take him back.
Koutarou opens the door to an empty home. There is no one running into his arms to welcome him. No one to ask him about his day. No one to cuddle and kiss when he feels down. He feels an ache in his heart just at the sight of his lifeless home. Did you have this much impact on him? Did he take you for granted? He heats up the leftovers in his fridge and thinks how he would have to sleep in a cold, empty bed and repeat all of this again tomorrow, the day after that and so on.
Warnings: manga spoilers, mentions of bleeding and dying
oof- i've read a lot of fics about gojou breaking yn's heart and i really wanted one where gojou is the one being heartbroken (go get your revenge yn!!) i feel that gojou would only fall in love with someone if they were as strong as him coz ofcourse he can't risk their life. this one is packed with angst and pining gojou so enjoy :)
Satoru first saw you when he was sixteen. You were only a year older, but had an air of maturity around you that not even most of the adults possessed. Your mouth seemed to be pressed permanently into a line. Your gaze was calculating and challenging, as if daring anyone to approach you. Satoru sensed the immense power that radiated from you. His ego, though, told him you were no match to him.
Annoyed at first sight. That was what Satoru would like to label it. He was sure that's what you felt, too, by the way your eye twitched whenever he talked to you. The only difference was that, the annoyance he felt towards you slowly changed into fondness then love, whereas yours remained the same.
Satoru is not sure why and when he falls for you.
You left Japan immediately after finishing high school. 'Family affairs' is what you told everyone. Satoru knows it's something else, you had never been a good liar. He somehow manages to get your number. He doesn't know what he would do if he cut any and all contact with you.
Gojou Satoru being the strongest sorceror was both a curse and a boon. Being the strongest meant he would have to protect everyone he loved or cared about from danger constantly. Hence, the reason he liked to distance himself from everyone. Especially after what happened with his dearest and only friend, Getou Suguru, Satoru had sworn off love. Although he couldn't help but hope that maybe one day he would find someone he could love without the fear of losing them. Someone who was as strong as him.
You came back to Japan after 12 years. Satoru is 28 and is a teacher. You are 29 and one of the most skilled jujutsu sorcerors overseas. He asks you to meet him at one of his favorite coffee shops, wanting to catch up on each other's lives. Surprisingly, you agree.
You don't ask him about Getou and Satoru is not sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Instead you ask him about his students and he is more than happy to talk about them. He also tells you about the inefficient higher ups and how he would love to kill all of them. You let out a snort, a small smile tugs on your lips and Satoru realizes that that is the first time he ever saw you smile. He remembers his teenage self staring at your lips and wondering if you had ever smiled, much less laughed.
He asks you about the details of your job to which you tell him it's confidential. He nods. Whatever job you had was clearly wearing you down-the bags under your eyes, strands of premature grey hair and the many scars that covered your hands were a giveaway.
You looked even more beautiful now—almost ethereal—which Satoru had deemed impossible. You had grow so much, both physically and mentally. From a grumpy, asocial teenager to a graceful adult, although still grumpy.
Satoru finally confesses. It feels like the infinity surrounding his heart is being ripped apart leaving him exposed and vulnerable. He's not sure whether he despises it or likes it. A part of him instantly regrets it. Regrets opening his heart out to someone. He was supposed to keep it all bottled up inside.
You look at him for the longest time before speaking. You tell him you've never looked at him that way, that he had always been an accomplice.
Now, the whole of him regrets it. Your words feel like daggers piercing his heart. He should not have confessed, not have lowered the guards protecting his heart from yet another heartbreak, not have expected you to reciprocate his feelings, not have not have-
He tosses his ego aside. He wants you oh so desperately. He's sure you're the one. After Getou he thought he would never love again, but you are here and you are not Getou. You were strong—almost as strong as him—so he needs you. He's goddamn sure you won't leave. (is he?)
So, he asks you for a chance to prove himself. To prove that he is worthy of your love. Still you refuse. You don't trust him. You've heard about his bad habit of sleeping around, his disloyalty towards his partners. "If I were to give you a chance, what guarantee do you have that you won't cheat on me? I simply don't trust you Satoru."
Ah.
That hurt like a bitch.
His heart shatters, the jagged pieces embedding themselves into his lungs and making him bleed from the inside. He can't breathe. He thinks he is going to die. So, this was what heartache felt like. He mentally apologizes to everyone whose heart he broke. He humors himself by thinking that they cursed him when he mercilessly broke their hearts.
He appreciates you being brutally honest, however. He might have a sweet tooth, but he would rather swallow the bitter truth than sugar coated lies.
There's a bigger hole in his chest now. He's not sure he will ever be able to fill it. So, he pretends that nothing is wrong and goes on about his life. He doesn't hear from you anymore. Maybe if the world was safe he would be able to find someone else. Or if he was someone else, someone better, you would love him. Satoru looks up and silently curses the gods and himself. Mostly himself.
Warnings: Mentions of thorns, i said 'shit' like once
im not dead heh. i lowkey like how it turned out. have some angst after the two fluff fics. sorry not sorry.
Kiyoomi is 15 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling and trying to burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel this way. It's pathetic. He tries to find something in you to hate. Were you unhygienic? No. Annoying? Sometimes yes. But he found it cute. Did you hate volleyball? Also no. You weren't really interested in it but that was okay. Not everyone had to like volleyball.
He tries and tries to hate you, to find a reason to stay away from you but fails. He stays up all night trying to push down the feelings. He goes to school the next day with bags under his eyes and feelings for you that were ten times stronger than the day before.
Kiyoomi is 16 and sees you cheering for him in the stands. He had scored the game point by spiking the ball into the opposite court with a deadly spin. You're hugging one of your friends and celebrating. Seeing you so happy made the corners of his lips twitch up. Komori gave a hard slap on his back and went on about how good the spike was. Kiyoomi thanked him and complimented some of his saves that prevented his team from losing points.
Komori took him and you to a cafe nearby to celebrate their win the next day. You congratulated the two volleyball players and talked and talked about Kiyoomi's apparently 'killer' spikes and Komori's 'life saving' digs. You awed at Kiyoomi's abnormally flexible wrists. "Cool," you said with wide eyes and an open mouth. Kiyoomi's chest felt warm and he's thankful for the mask that hid his small smile. He decided not push down his feelings anymore.
Kiyoomi is 18 and has finished packing his bags. He leaves for his university in two days. He will still be in Tokyo, which was good because going to a place foreign to him was slightly scary. The thought of being away from his family, Komori and you made his throat tighten up. He shook his head and heads out of his house. The three of you were going to have a farewell party of sorts for Kiyoomi. It turned out to be just a movie night with a shit ton of snacks at Komori's house.
Komori was fast asleep on the beanbag with his mouth open. The movie was still playing on the TV, though no one was watching it. Kiyoomi noticed that you had moved closer to him. He didn't mind it. He closed his eyes and tries to fall asleep. Though he ended up snapping them open at your voice. Your voice was soft and low and even with the noise of the TV he could make out what you said. His heart beats fast at the confession that left your lips. He doesn't say anything for what felt like hours. Finally, he gathered the courage to look at you. Maybe you were joking. Maybe you said that in a platonic way. But your eyes said otherwise.
The rarely used, emotional part of him begged Kiyoomi to tell you that he felt the same way, to hold your beautiful face in his hands and kiss you. Kiyoomi almost listened. Almost. He swallowed down the truth and lied to you. He told you he didn't feel the same way. That he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your eyes glowed with unshed tears when you told him that it was okay. You apologized in case you made him uncomfortable and left.
Kiyoomi's throat burned with unsaid words. The lies he said wrapped around his neck like vines, it's thorns pricking his neck. I'm not ready, he reassured himself. He's not ready for you. He would be leaving for uni and he also had to focus on volleyball. He hoped you would wait for him.
Kiyoomi is 22 and plays for MSBY Black Jackals. Komori plays for the EJP Raijin. You work as a sports journalist for Japan's popular sports magazine. Kiyoomi has read a few articles and was extremely impressed. He smiled at the tiny picture of you next to the article. You looked even more beautiful now. The smile he loved so much back in high school was still the same.
During the first two years of college the three of you tried to meet up atleast once every two months. Slowly, once every two months became once every six months which turned into a year. You were all busy with college and side jobs which left no time to catch up with your friends. He was surprised when the feelings he had for you didn't fade away even after years of having little to no contact with you.
This time when Kiyoomi met you again he would confess. He was ready now.
Kiyoomi is 25 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling. He's trying burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel like this anymore. It's pathetic. He's pathetic. His tears leave a burning trail across his cheek. He doesn't bother to wipe them. Kiyoomi's chest feels tight with unrequited love. His emotions have left the tiny cage he locked them in and reached his throat blocking his airway. Kiyoomi can't breathe and his throat hurts.
He's holding a piece of paper in his hand. He brings it up to his face and sobs harder than ever. He reads what's written on the paper again, just to make sure. It's a wedding invitation. You were going to marry someone who was not Kiyoomi. Kageyama Tobio. You were going to marry Kageyama Tobio, setter of Schweiden Adlers and not Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi looks at it and tries to imagine his name in the place of Kageyama's. It makes him cry even more—the thought of what could have been.
Maybe if he hadn't made you wait, it would have been him marrying you. He wouldn't be crying in his bed and probably would have been cuddling you. If he was ready back then it would have been him with you. But now even though he was ready, you had moved on.
not beta-read. also English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for the grammatical errors. constructive criticism is accepted.
Kiyoomi twisted and turned in his bed, not able to sleep. He finally gave up and brought his hand towards his face. The moonlight that escaped through his curtains fell on his hand. A faint red glow was emitted by the String around his pinky.
He let out a deep breath and sat up, back resting against the headboard. He was wide awake and was sure that he won't be able to sleep even if he tried. Kiyoomi wondered if you were already asleep and waiting for him.
His mind wandered back to the day-night, actually- he first met you. It was in his dreams. He was surprised to see a complete stranger in his dreams. He usually dreamed about the events which had happened the day before.
He didn't think you were special or beautiful or anything. You were just an ordinary teenager who, somehow, had appeared in his dream.
Then, Kiyoomi saw it. The Red String that connected the two. Surprise would be an understatement to describe how Kiyoomi felt. He'd heard from his father, as a child, that the String connected soulmates. And, that he, with the help of the String, had found Kiyoomi's mother.
You had approached him with a smile, and stood a safe distance away from him.
"So, you are my soulmate, Sakusa Kiyoomi," you had said with a fond smile.
"How do you know my name?" asked him, straightforward as ever.
"Why, you're my favorite character." You had then proceeded to explain how he was a character in a show you loved. Kiyoomi had scoffed, not believing a single word that left your mouth.
He only believed you when the dreams started getting repetitive, and when he saw the String glowing brighter when he was near you.
When he fell in love with you, he didn't know. But he knew it was not sudden. It was slow and gradual and increased with every word exchanged between the two, every laugh from your side and every not-so-subtle snort from his.
Oh, but the universe was cruel, very cruel.
The two of you, separated by dimensions, could only meet in dreams. You could not travel to his world and nor could he travel to yours. The dreams, sometimes, were short and ended abruptly. The most he could do was hold your hand. He remembered wanting to hug you when you were upset after a bad day. But he had passed right through you like you were nothing but a mere projection. For someone who was disgusted by physical contact, Kiyoomi wished for nothing more than to hug you and kiss you.
"It's alright, Kiyoomi," you had said. "I'm happy for having you as my soulmate. There's nothing more I want."
You had smiled, but he could hear the sadness tinting your voice, the unshed tears in your eyes. And when he had woken up from his dream, he had cursed at the universe, at whatever being that had decided this. He cried, even, until he was sure he had no tears left.
Somewhere along the way, he had accepted his fate. And he was sure you had too. You both had no say in this and decided to make the most of what little you had.
After all, how could he keep complaining when he saw glimpses of you in his mirror. When he felt happy for no reason and when his hand felt warm, like he was holding hands. He knew that it was you. And he also knew that you caught glimpses of him. Felt his hand wrapped around yours.
Kiyoomi wished for nothing more. He was happy with you, and you with him. Though being separated by dimensions, your hearts beat for each other. He may not be able to be with you in this life, but he was sure, so damn sure, that he will find you in the next one, the one after that and all the other lives he was destined to live. For, the Red String of Fate, connecting two souls, was permanent.
Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! heavy angst, gore, blood
this took a lot of time and i am so sorry... I had irl stuff and tests too. hope you enjoy this :D
Chapter I
Tetsurou laughed coldly at the man struggling below him. Pathetic. The man knew he would be eaten any second, but he still fought back. Tetsurou ignored his pleas and clicked his tongue, deep in thought. Humans were interesting. They struggled and struggled until last, knowing it would be less painful if they just give up.
All that thinking had made him curious now. He loosened his grip on the man. He pulled his head up by the hair and leaned in close to him. "Hey. Tell me," the man's face was a bloody mess. He didn't smell that tasty. Middle-aged, bald people never did. "Why are you not giving up? You're gonna die in the end anyways. So, why do you want it to be so painful?"
"P-Please. Let me go, please," the man stuttered out. He was shaking in Tetsurou's hold and had probably soiled his pants. Tetsurou tsked, annoyed for not getting answers and snapped the man's neck in half.
His appetite was gone now and no way was he eating a gross old man who stinked of shit.
"Kuro."
Tetsurou turned and found Kenma typing away on his phone. He smirked. It was rare to see Kenma outside.
"Were you worried I got caught by the CCG? Is that why you're here?" Tetsurou said, wiping a fake tear.
Kenma sent him a look of disgust. "Shut up. Yaku wanted to talk to you about something important, I don't know. He sent me to come get you."
Yaku? Something important? Tetsurou instantly regretted not hiding the expensive coffee he stole from Yaku. And Kenma agreeing to even step out of the building was news too. "About what?" he asked.
"You'll know when you get there."
"Mr. Hayase!"
The elevator's doors had started to close. You ran, yelling at the person inside, Mr. Hayase, to hold it open. Thankfully, he did and you were able to get in. Panting, you thanked him and leaned against the wall of the elevator.
"Jeez, L/N!" Mr. Hayase hissed. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
You took a moment to control your breathing before answering him. "I have an important meeting in 2 minutes."
He hummed. "You got promoted recently, right?"
"Yeah. I'm a Senior Investigator now."
Mr. Hayase flashed you a grin. "Be careful out there. Promotion means more danger."
You grinned back. "I know. I didn't get promoted for nothing, you know. I'll be able to handle it."
You were on your floor now. You bowed quick and low to Mr. Hayase and rushed to the meeting room. Mr. Hayase was one of the scientists who worked for the CCG. He was also the one who made you your quinque.
You were lucky the meeting had not started yet. Apologizing, you sat down in your place.
"First day as a Senior Investigator and you're pathetically late." Nakamura Yuuichi, smirked.
You raised your eyebrow. Checking your watch you said, "Actually, I'm 17 seconds early. Well, it's 16 now."
"Don't act smart L/N," Nakamura hissed. You and Nakamura always had a sort of enmity since your trainee days. Always, trying to mock each other, insults would be thrown around without actually meaning them. Why it was like this, you had no idea.
"I'm not acting, Nakamura. I am smart."
Nakamura looked like he wanted to strangle you then and there. It was your turn to smirk.
"Now, if you both could shut up so we can actually start with the meeting," Ms. Rei said, voice deadly serious.
You made a show of pursing your lips and Nakamura clenched his fist and leaned back on his chair.
Ms. Rei eyed the two of you before beginning the meeting. "We received reports of a new ghoul organization," she started.
"Actually, it's not new. We got to know about only recently. The ghouls have been doing a good job laying low. They call themselves Nekoma. They're like Fukurodani—the one which was brought down by the CCG only recently."
Fukurodani was a pain in the ass to subdue. Their leader, Bokuto was an S-rated ghoul with immense strength. His mood swings–a blessing to the CCG–would slow him down. But, ever since Akaashi, an A-rated ghoul, joined their ranks, Bokuto's mood swings were lessened. The pretty ghoul knew how to control Bokuto.
"We don't have much details on the leader or members of Nekoma. We need to find their hide out and hunt them down. We can't let them take over Tokyo." Ms. Rei sat down and rummaged through the pile of files.
"Excuse me," you spoke up. Ms. Rei stopped and looked at you. "Do we have any info on the ranks of the ghouls?"
She sighed and shook her head. "Like I said before, Nekoma has laid low for a long time now. Some investigators caught one of their underlings and managed to get some information out of him. That ghoul only knew the name of the organization and nothing else. Not even the names of his fellow members."
You nodded a thank you and looked down at the file placed on your desk. This investigation will be hard, you thought. You opened the file and found the picture of a man-ghoul-staring back at you. He was a B-rated bikaku, according to the details below his picture. Satoshi Kimura, the ghoul, was caught near one of the garbage dumps in the outskirts of the city. Satoshi was in his late twenties, a few years older than you.
Ms. Rei cleared her throat and everyone turned to look at her. "Nekoma's investigation will be handed to L/N and L/N's squad. Senior Investigator L/N, you can visit Cochlea, where the ghoul from Nekoma is being kept, to gather more information. You will also be assigned a squad of 5 members. I wish you luck on this investigation."
You stood up from your place and shook hands with her. "You will not be disappointed." She gave you a red colored file saying that it had the most details about Nekoma. You thanked her and sat down. Excitement was coursing through your veins. You were going to be a squad leader! You refrained yourself from doing a victory dance.
You were going to find out Nekoma's base and capture all of them.
"Now," Ms. Rei started. "Moving on to the age old case of Itachiyama. Nakamura, like Y/N, you will also be assigned a squad. You are to bring Itachiyama down."
Mr. Minamoto, Assistant Special Investigator spoke up. "But, Rei! Even the Assistant Special Investigator Nishimura and his squad weren't able to kill them. How can you assign this to a Senior Investigator? That too Nakamura was promoted not long ago."
A cold shiver ran down your spine. Ms. Nishimura's squad was brutally murdered by the ghouls of Itachiyama, Ms. Nishimura being the only survivor. She had retired after the incident and had left the country. You couldn't blame her, though. Watching your squad, your comrades die in front you was the bad enough. But, being the only survivor was the worst.
Ms. Rei nodded. "You're right Minamoto. But, that was 2 years ago. Itachiyama has weakened since then. Since the two S-rated ghouls, Sakusa Kiyoomi and Komori Motoya, left Itachiyama and joined another organization. It's safe to say now that Itachiyama is easy to take down. There's mostly A to B-rated ghouls. No S-rated either. That's why Nakamura and his squad are assigned with this."
Mr. Minamoto didn't look convinced. Yet he nodded and looked at Nakamura, silently asking him if he was okay with it.
Nakamura wasn't fazed in the slightest. Instead, he bounced in his seat with pure enthusiasm. That was so Nakamura-ish. Always getting excited at difficult challenges. You had to suppress a smile.
"However," Ms. Rei looked at Nakamura, eyebrows raised. "If you don't want to do it, we can give it to some-"
"I'll do it!" Nakamura bounced up from his seat.
Ms. Rei took a step back. "Alright, then." She said and handed him the files.
Nakamura smirked at you. I'm gonna win Y/N, he mouthed.
Not if I kick your ass first Yuuichi, you mouthed back.
The café was warm and cozy. You placed your order and sat at your table, in the far corner. You would be meeting your squad tomorrow and you were nervous. Very nervous. After collecting the necessary files you had decided to get some coffee before heading back home. So, here you were, in your favorite cafe, files tucked neatly in your bag, waiting for your coffee.
The waiter called your name saying that your order was ready. You got in a hurry and grabbed your bag. You didn't want to leave it alone and risk the files getting leaked. Thanking the waiter, you walked out of the cafe while adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You took a sip and the next you knew was that you had collided into something and were on the ground, coffee spilled, files askew. You had zipped the bag, right?
The files spread across the café's floor said otherwise. You mentally kicked yourself, and scrambled up. You shoved the files in your bag and stood up straight, ready to apologize to the person you collided into.
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry!"
The person–a man–was apologizing with his head bent low. He looked up and spoke.
"I spilled your drink. Let me buy you another one."
You shook your head no. You were disappointed that your coffee was spilled, but you didn't want to trouble a stranger.
"I insist, please," the man said. He looked like he just woke up and put on whatever he had in his closet. His unkempt hair was spiky and fell over one of his eyes. His hazel colored, cat-like eyes scanned you up and down.
"Uhh, okay. If you insist." You agreed.
The man smiled, satisfied. "I'll get you your coffee."
After getting the drinks (he took coffee, too) he sat in front of you. Thanking him, you took the warm plastic cup and were about to leave when he stopped you.
"What's your name?" He asked.
You blinked. "L/N Y/N." After a beat, you asked, "What's yours?"
Have some fluff yall! I had fun writing this. Oh to be wrapped in kuroo's jacket which smells like him *wails*
Chapter II
"Rank 2 Investigator, Suzuki Akemi!"
The dyed blonde gave a bow. She was of average height and had a lean build. Her tan skin was stark contrast to her hair.
"And I'm, Senior Investigator, L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you."
You shook hands with Suzuki. She seemed like a nice person.
"Ahem! Rank 1 Investigator, Inoue Kentaro. I look forward to working with you," said a short boy with electric blue hair. He was rather jumpy and overly enthusiastic. You smiled and shook hands with him.
Only two of your squad members were here today. The other two, Rank 3 Investigators, would be meeting you the next day. Ms. Rei said it had something to do with disciplinary training.
The thought itself sent chills down your spine. What if you won't be able to control them? Would they think you were incompetent? You had to make a good first impression. You groaned.
Inoue perked up. "Something's wrong, L/N-san? Are you sick? Do you need medical attention?" He asked a never ending string of questions about your health.
You waved your arms in front of him and tried your best to calm him down. "Inoue! It's not like that. Don't overthink."
Suzuki scoffed.
The short male flushed. "I'm sorry, L/N-san. I was concerned, that's all."
"I appreciate your concern. But, you don't need to be that concerned. Get it?"
"Yes."
"Yaku~" Tetsurou called out in a sing-song voice. "I have some good news."
"God, I hope the good news is that you died." Yaku rolled his eyes.
"I wouldn't be here if I were dead, you know. And why would you wish death upon me?" Tetsurou threw a look of faux betrayal.
"Just spit out that good news."
Tetsurou smirked. "So, the Doves are looking for us, right? And the other day I bumped into this cute Investigator in the cafe. Their things fell down and I caught a glimpse of this file. A file about us, Yaku. It was red what with the name 'Nekoma' written on it."
Yaku's eyes were filled with disbelief. "You're lying."
"Why would I? I wouldn't joke about this. You know I care about Nekoma more than anything."
That was true. Nekoma was Testurou's life. He had joined it with Kenma when they were kids, who had nowhere to go. After Nekomata, the old leader of the organization, was killed in a raid by the Doves, Nekoma was leaderless. Many other organizations and Doves tried to kill them. Tetsurou, at that time, had stepped up and took the role of the leader. With Yaku's help, he was able to stabilize the organization and strengthen their defense, all the while managing to stay hidden from the Doves.
Well, that was until last week, when one of their weak members got caught by the Doves and spewed information about Nekoma. Thankfully, the new and weak members only knew the name of the organization they were in. They were shown a false hideout to throw off the spies. Only the closest few members like Kenma, Taketora, Fukunaga and Nobuyuki knew everything about Nekoma.
Yaku licked his lips. "Okay, fine. I believe you. How will you get information out of that Investigator?"
"I was planning on cornering them, somewhere secluded. And, you know, torture them 'til they give us what we want." Testurou let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair.
"But, we don't know their rank, yet. If they turn out to be super powerful, we're dead meat."
Yaku considered this. "You're right. Besides, there's no guarantee the investigator will yield to us. Some of them are too loyal for their own good."
Tetsurou spread out his arms. He grinned and said, "And that's why I came up with a foolproof, extraordinary plan."
"And what would that be?"
"I talk to L/N, the investigator, gain their trust and get them to tell me what they know. I can also get info of what's happening in the CCG."
Yaku looked like a babysitter who was tired of hearing the bullshit the baby said. "That's one fucking horrible plan, your roster brain came up with. What makes you think they'll trust you"
"Charm, Yaku. Charm. They won't be able to resist me and my good looks. They'll be head over heels for me in a week."
"Yeah. Only if they are into rooster-ghoul hybrids like you, then they will."
"You're saying that 'cause you are jealous."
Before Yaku could retort, Tetsurou said, completely serious, "No matter how bad or risky the plan is, I'll do anything to save Nekoma."
The CCG had provided a home for you and your squad. It was spacious with 5 bedrooms, a large kitchen and 3 bathrooms. Each room had a bed and closet.
You chose the room nearest to the kitchen and told Suzuki and Inoue to choose from the remaining 4. Arranging your things quickly, you went to the living room to be met with an angry Inoue telling off Suzuki.
You cleared your throat to get their attention. They shut up immediately and turned to you, expectant of news. "We'll be starting our investigation as of tomorrow. I want you all to be prepared. I believe you have received your quinques?"
"Yes!" The two yelled.
"Inoue, what's your quinque?" You asked.
"Mine's a bikaku type, rated A."
"You, Suzuki?"
"Koukaku, rated A." She said.
"Alright. Nice quinques. Mine is an ukaku type, rated S. I received it recently. Apparently, it was made from the kagune of the former leader of Nekoma, Nekomata."
"Oh!' Inoue piped up. "That's so cool, L/N-san. I think it will be very useful against the ghouls of Nekoma."
"Stop stating the obvious, shorty." Suzuki deadpanned.
"I'm not short. You're just too tall!"
They continued to bicker. Tired of this already, you decided to take a walk.
It was cold outside and you cursed at yourself for not wearing your jacket. You contemplated going back, but the thought of listening to Suzuki and Inoue argue for even a second made the cold bearable. You reached a park, and sat under the farthest tree.
There were not much kids playing. You spotted a few college students talking animatedly near the swings.
"Y/N-chan!"
You turned and saw–was he Kuroo Tetsurou from that cafe?
Your doubts were confirmed when he came closer to you. He was dressed better this time, and his hair looked tamer. He was wearing a black shirt under a blood red jacket. Black jeans and running shoes completed his look.
He flopped down right beside you and grinned. "Damn, we meet again. Is it fate?"
"I'd call it a coincidence." Kuroo was warm. You leaned into his warmth, unconsciously.
"I believe there is no such thing as coincidence. Everything happens for a reason."
Impressed, you raised your eyebrows. "Are you a philosopher of sorts?"
Kuroo laughed. "God, no. I'm just a college student."
At this point, your arm was in complete contact with his. You couldn't help it. He was warm and you were in need of warmth.
"I reckon you are a college student, too?" He asked.
You took a moment to answer. You weren't sure whether or not to tell him you were a ghoul investigator. So, you went with the safest option. "I'm a college student, too." For some reason he didn't ask which college you went to. You were grateful.
A cold wind blew past, leaving you shivering.
Kuroo straightened up. "Aww, Y/N-chan. You should've worn a jacket. Winter's close you know."
"It isn't that cold," you lied. It was, in fact, very cold. As if on cue, you sneezed.
Kuroo laughed. "Here, have my jacket." He removed his jacket and draped it around your shoulders. The jacket was warm and cozy. You let yourself drown in it.
Putting it on, you thanked him. The jacket was at least 2 sizes bigger which made you feel extremely small.
Kuroo smirked. "You can keep it. Looks good on you."
Your face heated up alarmingly, making you look away from him. It was silent for a moment, before he spoke up.
"Can I have your number? I want to get to know you more."
You agreed and exchanged numbers with him. With a promise to call you later that night, he went home. You went back shortly after.
You had to explain to Inoue and Suzuki that the jacket did not belong to your boyfriend or girlfriend, but instead belonged to an acquaintance of yours. The explanation, however, fell on deaf ears as your subordinates flashed you knowing smirks.
