[aggressively side-shoves the person in front of me] Hi! Hello, can i get two orders of fluffy and soft pancake couples with extra sweet syruppy moments?
14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."
Tanyame ofc, though this one i would fits *haha* modern au established relationship.
18. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."
Fujiko and/or Yorichii or michikatsu
Sank 💕
LSDNFEWNOEFO it's okay there aren't many people for u to shove!!!!! but yes i can absolutely do my best to serve up some fluffy pancakes for u!!!!! esp cos we need it, considering what happened in ch116.........
and i will take any reason to write fujiko 🥺🥺🥺 thank u for feeding my fujiko and sengoku era squad obsession as always!!!!!! <3
14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."
(modern!au)
Tanjirou was used to a routine when he returned home from work. He would open the door to his cat greeting him with a meow, followed by his girlfriend meeting him in the genkan with a kiss and a murmured, "Okaeri." That was the signal for the burdens of the day to disappear from his shoulders.
However, there was a shift in routine when he called out "Tadaima!" and was met with silence after the customary greeting by Shirogane.
He blinked, taking in the quiet living room. The lights were on, which meant that Ayame was home from work, but she wasn't heading over to greet him. The kitchen was empty as well; no clanging of pots and pans as Ayame wrestled with the temperamental stove that they kept saying they would replace.
Tanjirou put away his coat, stepping into his house slippers with a concerned sound. Shirogane wound around his legs before sauntering off to do what he did best - napping in the early evening sunlight until it was dinnertime.
"Ayame?" he called out.
There was a thump, then sounds from their bedroom. Ayame appeared, her bun half-unravelled, the loosened curls sitting on one shoulder.
"Tanjirou, you're home! I didn't hear you," she said apologetically, leaning up to press a distracted kiss to his lips. "Okaeri."
His hands settled on her hips before she could draw away. The corners of her lips twitched, her hands resting on his shoulder in return.
"What's wrong?" he asked, thumbs rubbing circles against the worn fabric of her t-shirt. He recognised it; it was his old baseball jersey from high school. "Did something happen at work today, love?"
"No - well, yes," she admitted at Tanjirou's eyebrow raise, "but that's not the point."
"No?"
"I've been looking for my hoodie - "
"My hoodie, you mean."
"Our hoodie," she retorted. "Don't be selfish, Tanjirou."
Tanjirou couldn't help the grin that helplessly tugged at his lips. He shouldn't have been so happy; Ayame had just confessed to having a bad day at work, although it was obvious enough when he saw his old baseball jersey hanging off her frame. She only ever wore it when she needed comfort and he wasn't around to provide it immediately. Her workplace was much closer than his, after all.
"Anyway," Ayame continued, playing with the hair at his nape, "I can't find it. Do you know where it is?"
He hummed, fingers locking at the small of her back so he could pull her flush against his chest. She followed easily, gravitating into his orbit without a complaint.
"Sunshine?"
"Hm?"
Tanjirou blinked his eyes open - he wasn't aware they had closed. He nuzzled the top of her head, humming once more at the familiar scent of her shampoo.
"The hoodie?" she questioned.
Right. The hoodie. It was a hoodie that was about two sizes too big on him, with a green-and-black icihimatsu pattern. He had gotten it as a birthday present from his family when he was fifteen and it had been so hilariously huge that he could still wear it even now that he was well into his adult years. From the moment he started dating Ayame, she was wearing it more often than not. He didn't mind - it looked much better on her than it ever did on him.
"I think we left it at Zenitsu's place," he said thoughtfully.
The last time she had worn it was on their double date with Zenitsu and Nezuko. They had returned to Zenitsu's apartment afterwards, and they'd had another heated games night as usual.
Ayame's expression fell. Tanjirou leaned down to kiss her frown away, helplessly charmed by the way she loved that old hoodie so much.
When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, she murmured, "We should go get it back."
"Mn, sure." He pressed his lips to hers again, spinning her so she was walking back towards the living room. "But not right now. It's late."
"It's barely seven," she protested, although she allowed him to walk her backwards until her calves hit the sofa. "Tanjirou, the hoodie - "
"You don't need it," he assured her. "I'm here now, okay?"
"You just got back from work."
"It's fine, it's fine."
"You stink. You need a shower. You smell like sweat and sugar."
Her nose wrinkled. She was never very fond of overly sweet things, even though she was dating a pastry chef.
Tanjirou smirked. "Let go of me so I can take a shower, then."
Her arms wound around his neck, a stubborn pout on her lips. Always so contradictory, his Ayame.
"Maybe after one more kiss," Ayame said, fingers sliding into his hair. "Then you can go."
Tanjirou ducked his head down, lips meeting hers. He knew as well as she did that they never stopped at one more kiss. But hey, who was he to tell her otherwise?
He had lost count of how many kisses they'd had when the doorbell rang. He let out a groan, unwilling to move from his spot where he was draped over Ayame as she lay on the couch. He gave her a beseeching look, begging her to ignore it. Unfortunately, the doorbell rang once more, followed by a staccato knock that could only be Zenitsu.
Ayame chuckled, pressing a fleeting kiss to his cheek. "Think this is payback for all the times you interrupted him and Nezuko?" she teased.
"Probably," Tanjirou grumbled, moving so she could answer the door.
It wasn't his fault he hadn't realised Zenitsu was trying to woo Nezuko!
He rolled into the warmth Ayame left behind, finally letting his body settle into the old sofa. He only raised himself on his elbows when Ayame excitedly called out his name.
"Look!" she gasped, eyes lighting up in delight.
He smiled helplessly. "Well, would you look at that."
She was already Tanjirou's oversized hoodie, the too-long sleeves flapping about as she waved her arms. There was a pleased flush on her cheeks, and Tanjirou just felt like he was falling for her all over again. To think she would be so happy over such a small thing.
"Hope I'm not intruding," Zenitsu said - as if he cared if he did.
Tanjirou snorted. "Of course not." He gave his blonde friend a warm smile. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Zenitsu turned to Ayame. "Inosuke told me what happened at work today. Must've been embarrassing, ne?"
Ayame stilled. She turned her head slowly to glare at Zenitsu. "Don't."
Tanjirou sat up. His curiousity was piqued.
"What happened?"
"We don't have to talk about it," Ayame answered hurriedly. "Come on, Tanjirou - look! I have my hoodie back!"
"Our hoodie," he muttered under his breath with no small amount of amusement. "And hey, I want to know!"
"Great!" Zenitsu grinned. "Inosuke's coming over in half an hour with takeout. He saw the whole thing."
Ayame scowled. "I hate you guys."
Tanjirou laughed, beckoning her over. She begrudgingly shuffled over, still pouting even as she stood between his legs.
"You love us," he teased, pulling her down by the sleeves for one more kiss.
Her gaze softened when she pulled away. Her hands, buried in his hoodie sleeves, cupped his cheeks before she was leaning back in for another kiss. As usual, one more kiss was never enough.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips.
"Guys, seriously," Zenitsu whined, causing the couple to pull apart. "Look, I'm so happy you guys are a loving couple, but give it a break."
"I'll give you a break, alright," Ayame huffed, glaring at Zenitsu. "Break one of your bones."
Tanjirou laughed into Ayame's stomach. Fingers slipping under her hoodie and shirt, he traced I love you too onto the warm skin of her lower back. Her warm glance told him she knew that too.
18. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."
(modern!au)
Fujiko couldn't believe her luck.
It had been pouring when she left her house. The dark clouds had dominated the sky before she could blink, and a heavy downpour had dropped right onto her head. Of course, it had to be the one day she had forgotten her umbrella at home. She had to run to the station, glaring out at the deluge that had accompanied her walk.
And now...
"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself.
The sky was a bright blue, the sun shining down cheerfully. A few fluffy white clouds floated amongst the azure expanse.
The journey had only taken half an hour. How the hell?
"What happened to you?"
Fujiko turned at the sound of her friend's voice. Michikatsu was looking down at her still-damp clothes, utterly puzzled.
"It rained when I left the house," she sighed, shaking her head. "I guess the wind blew the storm away from here."
A brisk wind blew past, causing a shiver to wrack through her body. She had thought it was bad in the air-conditioned depths of the train, but even with the sun's warmth beating down on her, her drenched clothes were keeping the cold locked close to her skin.
Yoriichi caught sight of her and immediately coughed.
"You're cold?" he asked, already removing his jacket.
"No?" Fujiko lied. At Yoriichi's bland look, she added, "It's super sunny right now - "
"Take my jacket anyway."
His jacket was shoved into her arms.
Fujiko blinked. She didn't think Yoriichi had ever acted so insistent before.
"Yoriichi, I'll get it wet," she protested, trying to return it to him.
He glanced down at her, then immediately averted his gaze.
"It - It's fine," he insisted. "Just take it - put it on. Please."
"But why?"
Yoriichi winced. "Don't... ask. Just - please."
"I don't understand - "
"Your bra is showing," Michikatsu interjected flatly. "Fujiko, please."
Oh.
... Oh!
It was the middle of summer, so her pale pink blouse was made of a thin material to keep her cool. She hadn't expected the sudden summer rain, and...
Her cheeks heated up.
"That explains why everyone was staring at me," she said weakly. "I'm going to crawl into a hole and hide forever."
Yoriichi laughed quietly, glancing at her as she buried her face in his jacket. "Don't do that. Just put on my jacket and it'll be fine."
Bemoaning her own idiocy, she pulled her hands through the sleeves and zipped it up halfway. The long sleeves fell over her fingers. A warm and spiced scent tickled her nose - the scent of Yoriichi's cologne.
Fujiko sighed. "I look ridiculous."
"It's fine," Yoriichi assured her. "We're going to see a movie anyway."
She peered up at him. "Won't you be cold?"
He shook his head.
With a smirk, Michikatsu muttered, "You guys can always share body heat."
Fujiko reached over to punch him in the arm in outrage. Yoriichi merely reddened and ducked his head.
"Don't joke around like that," she hissed, wishing her ears didn't feel so hot.
Michikatsu gave her a bland look. She didn't know why he was so insistent that Yoriichi had feelings for her. That was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her life. Everyone knew that he was in love with Uta - Michikatsu better than anyone.
"Where's Keichirou-kun?" Yoriichi asked, stepping between Fujiko and his brother before their bickering could escalate.
Fujiko slipped her hands into Yoriichi's jacket pockets, warming her cold hands. "He's waiting for us at the movie theatre."
"Better get a move on, then," said Michikatsu, lengthening his strides.
Fujiko let out an annoyed sound in the back of her throat; he knew she couldn't keep up with him like that!
Thankfully, Yoriichi remained by her side instead of leaving her in the dust. He was silent, which wasn't a strange occurrence, except that this silence felt like he was holding something back.
Fujiko smiled warmly. "Well, Yoriichi? You can say whatever is on your mind."
Yoriichi glanced at her, only to have his gaze skitter away.
"... It looks good on you," he confessed quietly.
"Hm?"
"The jacket. It looks better on you than it does on me."
There was a quiet confession in his voice. Fujiko thought that maybe it was possible Yoriichi might see her as more than a friend.
Maybe.