nana's note: please excuse any mischaracterizations haha i donât know most of them too well! iâm in the midst of watching the anime and reading the manga so hopefully i can improve whatever sucks xoxo i say slur btw because i literally do not know what uzuki is like but i can assume he is different from âslur." please enjoy! drabbles are inspired by prompts from this post.
content warnings: reader is shorter than gaku, uhh that's it i believe!
sakamoto is all about that domestic life, far far away from his past worldâheâd drop everything if it meant that your happiness was guaranteed, no doubt about it. but living with you, heâs grown to realize that not everything needs to be some grand gesture. simply being with you is perfect as well. either consciously or not, heâs adopted a meaningful habit of pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, nape, or temple at each passing. be it in the kitchen, when heâs squeezing past to the other side, youâll feel his warm lips against your skin for a fleeting moment. or perhaps in the bathroom when youâve just woken upâsakamoto canât help but find your sleepy eyes adorable, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in greeting. he wonât say much, or anything at all. but his face will soften into a kind smile when you kiss him right back.
nagumo is a well-put together man; clothes ironed, shoes polished, and hair tidy. that was most days, this morning he was in a bit of a rush and was hastily throwing on his clothes while the alarm insistently beeped on your bed side table. that, paired with how much he hated being up so early, he groaned loudly. to be honest, nagumo could care less at this hour what he looked like. but despite the ungodly hours he woke up for work, you were always right behind him with a prepared bento from the night before and a fresh cup of coffee in hand, still steaming. âdonât forget these,â you murmur softly, voice low like the sun that was slowly rising behind the apartment landscape. nagumo stops, a small grin growing on his face before placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head with a quiet thanks. and before he can step out the door, you call for him. his head tilts in questioning, eyes peering down at you as you move to adjust the collar of his button down. finally, with soft peck to your lips, he leaves with a soft squeeze to your waist. âcanât have your man looking messy, hm?â
shin knew you loved stealing his hoodies. something about how they fit better on you but really, your mind said it was because they smelled like him. so, itâs not unusual for him to find the odd one missing. his first thought was that itâs either on your body or in your closet. so when he seesâon your guysâ way out to sakamotoâsâthat youâre wearing his sky blue hoodie that was missing the past few days, he smiles with a ruffle to your head. âyouâre gonna mess up my hair,â you pout, laughing as you make your way out his apartment first. shin catches up quickly, arguably messing up your hair even more when he suddenly tugs the hood over your head. then, he rubs your shoulders up and down roughly, âheyâitâs cold! i donât care if itâs a short walk.â and with your hand in his coarse, but oh-so-warm one, the two of you head out.Â
heisuke is an energetic boy whoâll find himself doing almost anything with anyone. but when it comes to downtime, he wouldnât want to spend that time with anyone but you. lying face-to-face, heisuke smiles at you under the warmth of your blanket, hand in yours as piisuke sleeps soundly in his cage. âthis is the best, yo.â youâre not sure what exactly heâs implying to, and youâre too tired to really ask. just as sleep is about to take you, light fingers begin to trace soft pathways along the slope of your face; your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and lips. itâs relaxing, and when you mutter under your breath in a sound that suggests encouragement, heisuke suddenly uses his thumbs to brush your eyebrows back into place. almost roughly, pulling you away from sleepâs soothing grasp. âbeautiful,â he grins, laughing when you narrowly glare up at him with tired eyes. he bumps your nose with his in apology, forehead against his.
seba was working on another invention, something a little more mundane but he claimed was still necessary. he said it was gonna make life easier, though youâre watching him from the counter with a confused look as he fumbles around with the tools. his hoodie sleeves keep falling over his hands, slipping down past his knuckles and even covering his fingers at times. but instead of doing the obvious, seba only kept workingâtoo absorbed in his work to care about the obstruction. you sigh with a soft shake of your head, so much for making your life easier, natsuki. he hears your footsteps, acknowledging you with a hum but stopping altogether when your hands tug at his left sleeve, folding and rolling the fabric up a few times to keep it in place. âheyââ but heâs quickly interrupted when you move to repeat the same to his right sleeve. âdonât hey me, itâs torture watching you work like this.â heâs stunned for just a second, before smirking and pressing a soft kiss to your temple while youâre still bent down. âthanks.â
shishiba got you anything you craved. something sweet? sure, or maybe you wanted something savoury with a little tang. name a spot or ask him for one, heâs got that for you too. the two of you decided on dango, shishiba watching patiently as you chew the last bit of your dessert. you hum in delight, nibbling with your mouth strictly shut. a smile emerges on his face, noting how long its taking you to swallow the tender dessert. âhey, youâve got a little..â he starts, voice softer than it was with anyone else. his eyes crinkle as his smile grows, a hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweetened soy sauce from the corner of your mouth. â...sauce,â he finishes, moving to pinch your cheek gently. you grumble lightheartedly, but the action only makes him do it again.Â
slur had an air to him. cold, calculated, and careful. his skin and hair were nothing short of winter. before, it was enough to send a wake of goosebumps across your arms or at times, even send a shiver down your spine. now, youâve gotten use to such a man. still, it was a surprise to see how cold his hands were all the time. uzukiâs also grown use to you, the way youâd suddenly sandwich his hands between yours, calling them ice blocks with a nudge to his shoulder. most of the time, you didnât say a word thoughâonly applying pressure between your two palms before doing it with his other hand. uzuki was stuck, like your hold had him trapped. but he didnât mind, always letting you do it without a mind and with a little smile. âthank you,â heâd say. âall warm now, hm?â
gaku noticed your struggle immediately. you were reaching for some can of sauce in the storage, only problem was that kashima mustâve put it all the way in the back of the highest cabinet. you grumbled, fingers wiggling fruitlessly as you stretched to your bodyâs limit. âhold on,â your boyfriendâs voice called out, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. why was it like he could conceal his presence? âgaku, could you get theââ âalready on it,â he hums, caging you between the counter and his body with one hand holding your waist steady, the other reaching up and up and up. âannnndâgot it.â he smirks softly, putting the can in your grasp for you. you exhale softly, âthanks.â he grumbles, gives you a soft pinch of your cheek, before shoving his hands into his pockets and leaving you be.
đ« â Playing the Pocky game with Sakamoto Days characters! inc: nagumo, osaragi, gaku, lu, natsuki, uzuki, shin & mashimo!
woah guys its me writing again đ± very short hcs this time as a late valentines day gift!! No warnings, just fluff and potentially ooc..
NAGUMOÂ will gladly take on the challenge if you offer to play it with him. His bites are short and teasing, forcing you to make a move or get flustered and chicken out. He teases you relentlessly afterwards, whether it be gloating over his win or your flushed face when he kisses you. It is a win-win for him whether you back out or succeed in kissing him.Â
OSARAGIÂ is happy to play the game with you. She doesn't visibly become flustered, and her bites are quick, giving you no time to react or pull away. More often than not, she finishes the Pocky stick in one or two large bites and kisses you before you can even reactâ snatching herself two treats in one. With her relentless pace, the two of you burn through the entire box of Pocky quickly.
GAKUÂ doesn't see the purpose of playing the game when he can already kiss you normally as much as he wants. However, he won't say no to some free Pocky and indulges you in a few rounds. Just like Osaragi, it's hard to fluster him, and he'll win most of the rounds. He gets tired of you pulling away after a few games, tosses the Pocky aside and goes in for the proper kiss.Â
LU SHAOTANGÂ is enthusiastic to play the game with you. She takes (steals) some extra boxes from the store and piles them up on the floor. Her bites are cheerful and quick. If you get embarrassed and pull away first, she proudly laughs and boasts of her victory, but if your lips meet, her face flushes into a pink as vibrant as her hair before she pulls out another and insists on continuing until you lose.Â
NATSUKI's bites are unbothered and confident. He seldom gets flustered enough to pull away, but doesn't take the initiative to tease you either. He gets a little competitive about it but won't admit it, and most of the time, both of you will get the kiss. His kisses are long and lazy, and the game will most likely end when he gets too impatient to eat through the Pocky each time and kisses you properly, stealing the chocolate ends of the sticks for himself afterward.
UZUKIÂ will get flustered and lose the game more often than not. His bites are tentative, and his face becomes redder and redder the closer you get and the more rounds the two of you play. Eventually, he becomes too embarrassed to continue and pushes the box away while muttering about the purpose of the game, before he shyly pulls you closer to him and presses his lips to yours.Â
SHINÂ doesn't admit it, but he really likes the idea of it at first. However, once the two of you actually start playing, he gets so flustered and pulls away most of the time, especially when he realizes he's actually going to kiss you as your face approaches his. He gets more competitive than he'd like to admit, denies getting flustered, and pulls out Pocky after Pocky until he finally captures your lips in a kissâ his idea of a win.Â
HEISUKE MASHIMOÂ is eager to play. He takes fast, giant bites out of the Pocky stick, and captures your lips faster than you can pull away or react. Then, he cheers and rambunctiously boasts of a win, even if you didn't pull away. You start to think he doesn't really understand the rules of the game, but he's happy to be there with you, getting free sweets as well as kisses from you.Â
hello! is it okay for me to request for Gaku with an artist! Reader who always like to draw cute things on his triceps? and one time when heâs on a mission doing his usual assassin thing, he has sketches of coquette ribbons and bunnies on his muscles
Artist!Reader loves drawing cute ribbons and bunnies on Gakuâs triceps. Gaku doesnât careâuntil he accidentally goes on a mission with pastel coquette sketches still on his arms, confusing and terrifying his enemies. Instead of being mad, he quietly lets you redraw them afterward.
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Gaku doesnât remember when it started.
One day, you were just sketching quietly beside him, legs tucked up on the couch, pencil moving absentmindedly. The next, you were holding his arm with way too much focus and murmuring, âHold still. This is important.â
âThatâs my tricep,â he said flatly.
âI know.â
ââŠWhy is there a bunny.â
You smiled. âBecause itâs cute.â
He stared at the small rabbit youâd drawn on his skin, complete with a ribbon tied neatly around its ear. It was ridiculously detailed. Soft lines. Tiny blush marks.
On his arm.
ââŠYou know this arm kills people, right?â
You nodded. âAnd now it also supports the arts.â
Somehow, it became a thing.
Whenever you were bored, stressed, or just in a creative mood, youâd grab your markers and pull him over without asking. Gaku never really protested â not because he cared, but because stopping you took more effort than letting it happen.
Ribbons.
Hearts.
Little bows drawn around the curve of his muscle like coquette accessories.
His arms looked like a pastel scrapbook.
He didnât mind.
Didnât think about it, really.
Until the mission.
The warehouse was already loud with gunfire when Gaku crashed through a window, landing hard and cracking concrete beneath his boots. His opponent barely had time to turn before Gaku slammed him into the wall.
Another assassin lunged.
Gaku blocked, countered, and twisted the guyâs arm until something snapped.
Blood splattered the floor.
And then the man froze.
ââŠWhat the hell is that?â he wheezed.
Gaku glanced down.
On his exposed tricep, right above a fresh smear of red, was a perfectly drawn pink ribbon, complete with a tiny bow and sparkles.
On the other armâ
A bunny.
A very cute bunny.
Gaku blinked once.
ââŠHuh.â
The man stared in horrified confusion.
âYouâreâ youâre covered inâ is that a heart?â
Gaku knocked him out before he could finish the sentence.
By the time the mission was over, at least three enemies had paused mid-fight because they were trying to process why the terrifying assassin beating them senseless had coquette sketches decorating his muscles.
Gaku didnât even notice.
When he came home, you were at your desk, sketching peacefully.
He stopped in front of you and raised his arm.
âYou,â he said. âDidnât warn me.â
You looked up.
Your eyes widened.
ââŠOh my god.â
He was still splattered with blood.
Still intimidating.
Still very much Gaku.
But there, framed by sweat and muscle, were your pastel drawings â ribbons smudged, bunny slightly faded, but unmistakably cute.
âYou went on a mission like that?â you asked.
âYeah.â
âYou didnât wash it off?â
âForgot.â
You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. âIâm so sorry.â
He tilted his head. âWhy?â
ââŠBecause you probably traumatized someone.â
Gaku shrugged. âGood.â
Then, after a pause, he added, âThe bunny survived, though.â
Your chest warmed. âYou noticed?â
He looked away. ââŠItâs fine.â
You stood, gently taking his arm again. âIâll redraw it.â
Gaku sighed, already resigned, but didnât pull away.
ââŠNext time,â he muttered, âadd more ribbons.â
So glad that youâre back! May I request December 8th with Gaku? Thanks so much đ
ââ .âŠ2025 CHRISTMAS EVENT DAY 08: cuddling by the fireplace .á
FT. gaku
ââ "ITâS SO COLDâŠ" you shivered, despite the stacks of thick blankets piled on top of you. you pulled the blankets up, covering half your face. the couch itself was warm, yet it still wasn't enough to get rid of your goosebumps.
your boyfriend, gaku, was on the couch beside you, engaging in a new hobby: crocheting. he glanced up at you, holding the hook and yarn to show you his unfinished project.
it was a mini gray catâgray like his hair. "wow⊠so cute," you whispered before closing your eyes.
he looked back down at his creation. "itâs us," he said, "as cats."
your eyes opened once more. you could see the vision gaku was imagining: two cats hugging each other in their favorite color sweaters.
âso, am i going to be the (hair color) cat?" you asked, adjusting your position, your hand holding up your head while your elbows rested on the couch.
he nodded. "i still need to buy the yarn." he then got up and made his way to your couch. at first, he hovered over you before lifting the blankets and collapsing onto you.
you shrieked, his heavy weight unexpectedly pressing against you. "hey! this was my couch!"
too lazy to show that he cared, he wrapped his arms around you. "whatever⊠this is warm, right?"
this position did feel warm. his hug, his embrace, his presence got rid of your goosebumps more than the thick blankets and the fireplace in front of you had.
you flicked his head. "yeah yeah⊠youâre so heavy."
"shh, we're recreating the cats," he hinted at his unfinished crocheting design. you rolled your eyes playfully, brushing your fingers through his silver hair.
only a few seconds needed to pass for you to fall asleep in your lovers arms and forget that it was even winter.
AUTHORS NOTE. YAYY GAKU also art credits go to @.muoo910 on twitter(?)
gaku w fluff 5!! like kinda oblivious reader who keeps talking abt another member or sumn and finally realizes he's jealous
ââââââââ talk about me ! âïœĄË
p. gaku x gn!reader g. fluff â in which gaku is jealous but won't tell you â 100+ event
"have you seen maki on stage? he was so good!" you admire as you watch his performance video. you're holding your phone sideways, trying to see all the four members dance elegantly on stage to "sayonara hitori".
gaku, who was sitting besides you, glances at your phone once in a while. when he asked you to hang out he didn't expect you to pull up a video of his friend and to start talking so highly of him.
"his facial expressions, i can't believe you know this guy, gaku."
couldn't you see he wanted you to talk about him? he was right in front of you.
"i think i did pretty well too," he mumbles and sinks deeper in the chair he is sitting on.
"hmm?" you hum, "of course you did well!"
he smiles for a split second, but his smile dropsbwhen he sees you looking back at your phone.
his smile is replaced by a frown again, and he fiddles with his fingers to distract himself.
"wahh, that was so beautiful with those white sheets!" you sigh as you lean back in your chair. "tell maki he did great, taki, yuma and hikaru too!"
"sure." he sighs, looking down at his hands again.
"what's up? you've been like this ever since i started watching the video,"
"nothing,"
"mhm, so you took me to a cafe to sulk?"
he shakes his head, but doesn't say anything. he will not admit he is jealous.
"oh! you're jealous!"
"what!" he exclaims a little too loud. he immediately lowers his voice again, "i'm not."
"so you're not even a little bit jealous that i've been talking about maki for the past 3 minutes?"
"ok, maybe a little." he confesses with a small blush.
you grin widely, "you know i only like you, gaku. do you want to hear me talk about you for the next few hours?"
"thank you, but i'd rather not." he smiles and you put down you phone to focus on gaku and gaku only.
