Plug!Hakari does not fuck around when it comes to his time, money or his product.
Everyone knows it. He doesn’t entertain nonsense.
No favors.
No tabs.
No “just this once.”
His work phone is off the second the clock hits midnight. If you didn’t handle what you needed before then, that’s on you. He’s not staying up waiting for anybody.
He doesn’t do deliveries either. Either you show up where he’s at or you find another low life plug.
He’s not pulling up to random corners because you “can’t make it.” Not circling blocks. Not waiting outside apartment complexes while you take ten minutes to come downstairs. If he sends a location, you’re there. On time.
His patience is thin and his temper thinner. He almost punched a man’s teeth in for texting that he’d be “five minutes late.”
He’s a cocky bastard, and for good reason.
He wins more than he loses. Always has. Cards, fights, money — doesn’t matter.
He’s got some of the best products in the city and the reputation to match. Clean supply. No funny business. If he says it’s top tier, it is. And if he says the price is final? It’s final.
That’s who he is.
But nights like these?
All that attitude fades.
He’s leaning back against his car, eyes locked on you as you walk toward him. That pretty smile already spreading across your lips. Hips swaying with that natural confidence you carry like it’s second nature.
Like you know he’s watching.
He’s smitten. Down bad in a way he’d never admit out loud.
The way you drag out your words when you’re teasing him. The way your manicured fingers slide over his chest like you’ve got every right to touch him. The way your scent clings to his seats and clothes long after you’ve stepped out of the car.
You get under his skin. Or at least that’s what he tells you. Says you’re too much. Too annoying. Too pretty for your own good. Says you act like the world owes you something.
But he’s never missed a call from you.
Not once.
Unless he wanted to hear you nag about it. He sometimes lets it ring just to picture the little scowl on your face. Just to think about how you're probably pacing, arguing under your breath about how “he thinks he’s so busy.”
Then he calls back like nothing happened.
He’ll argue every time you ask him to pick you up. Says he’s not your uber. Says you’re grown. Says you can figure it out yourself.
He still shows up, wearing that same irritated expression.
Outside your uni. Outside your job. Outside the club when it’s past midnight and men are staring too long.
He’s always there.
And the worst part?
He loves it.
Loves pretending he’s annoyed. Loves acting like you’re a headache. Loves the way you wrap yourself around him in public like he’s already yours.
And you relished it. Having him wrapped around your finger. Pulling him in just close enough that he thinks he’s about to get something real — then stepping back with that smug little smile. Hook and pull. You swear you’re not doing it on purpose. You just love the attention he gives you.
“Hey, Hakari~” you purr, stopping just a few inches from where he leans against his car. A slow smile already spreading across your lips as you bat your lashes at him
“Tell me what you want,” he mutters, eyes flicking everywhere but your face. His leg bounces once, twice, like he’s got somewhere better to be.
“You in a hurry?” you tease, faking a pout as you lift your phone and glance at the screen.
2:00 a.m.
Well past midnight.
Well past the time his work phone is supposed to be off. Past the time he claims he doesn’t deal with anyone.
Yet he’s still here. Still leaning against his car. Still waiting on you.
“M’sorry, Hakari,” you say softly, looking up at him through your lashes. “You know I get off work late. Was running on empty.”
You use that voice — the one you know makes his jaw tighten instead of snap. Then you step closer, slipping your arms around his thick one like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He rolls his eyes.
“Always something with you,” he grumbles.
But he doesn’t pull away. You feel the tension leave his shoulders little by little, the stiffness easing under your touch. His scowl stays put, but the way he shifts closer tells a different story.
Still, he nudges you lightly and jerks his chin toward the passenger side. “Get in.”
You don’t argue. Just smile to yourself as you watch him push off the car and slide into the driver’s seat.
You follow close behind. Waiting for him to unlock the car. He reaches over and pushes the door open wider for you without looking your way. There on the seat rests a neatly rolled blunt, just for you.
The music is playing low with your playlist. Windows damp and the car thick with smoke. His rough hand rests on your thigh, drawing lazy patterns while you cling to his arm while talking about your day.
He parks in front of your house, engine still running.
The street’s quiet this late. Porch lights on. Windows dark. The only sound is the low hum of the car and the faint music still playing from the speakers.
His hand is still resting on your thigh, thumb dragging slow, absentminded lines, giving you a squeeze here and there. The car smells like smoke and your perfume mixed together, thick and warm. It makes his head dizzy.
The car fills with your voice as you ramble about your whole day — the annoying regular who wouldn’t stop snapping their fingers, the table that surprised you with a hefty tip, the way you woke up that morning already knowing you were running low.
He doesn’t interrupt. Just gives you the occasional nod or a quiet hum so you know he’s listening. Leans back in his seat, elbow resting near the window, eyes flicking over to you as you rant your little heart out.
You pause, taking one last drag, holding it for a second before exhaling slowly.
“You done?” he mutters.
“Maybe.”
He huffs softly through his nose.
“You always drag it.”
“You don’t mind.”
His jaw shifts, but he doesn’t argue.
You flick the last of it out into the street before grabbing your things, opening your mouth before your phone begins lighting up. You cock your head, brows furrowed wondering who the hell would call you at this hour.
“Who’s that?”
You glance down, rolling your eyes before hitting snooze. “Some guy from work, keeps asking me to hang out.”
You dont miss the way his jaw tightens.
“You entertaining that?”
You shrug “Should I?”
He stills completely. Eyes dark. Lips pressed into a thin line as he stares at you. The mood shifting just slightly.
“Babyy, I was just messing with you,” you coo, fingers playing lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He tenses under your touch for a second before leaning in closer. Close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. Close enough that the teasing shifts into something heavier.
His hand slides up your waist with an ease only he knew.
“Yeah?,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “Show me then. Gimmie a little kiss, hmm?”
His lip catches between his teeth as his eyes lift to yours — then drift down to your mouth.
The hairs along your spine rise at the drop of his voice. Your eyes glint with something mischievous as you lean in, pressing a soft, slow kiss to his lips. You let it linger just long enough to feel him melt into it — long enough to leave a faint stain of your gloss in your wake before pulling away.
“Now give me my stuff,” you giggle, pushing him away.
He groans , the deep sound making you bite your lip.
He reaches into the dash and pulls out the bigger bag, the sharp, familiar scent spreading through the car the second it’s opened. He portions your stuff quickly with steady hands. Sealing it up and holding it out to you.
Your fingers brush his as you take it. You linger just a second longer than necessary before reaching into your bag, pulling out a couple of bills — you don’t even check how much.
You lean forward to hand it to him.
“Here.”
He clicks his tongue, turning his head away as if offended by your extended hand. “Dont piss me off,”
You smile at that, slowly bringing your hand back. “Thanks kinji,” you wink, voice light, before pushing the door open.
You step out slowly, making sure the door closes behind you with a soft click. The night air hits your skin as you start walking toward your house, hips swaying slow and intentional. Knowing damn well he was watching.
And just like that, you leave Hakari sitting there in his car, jaw tight, eyes dark, staring at the way you walk while his sweats tighten.
His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel, exhaling sharply through his nose.
❀ tags: fem pronouns used in geto's, gn for the rest (it was easier that way, srry!). fem pronouns used for kirara i do not care. around 1k⁓1.3k for all except nanami (2k⁓) and kirakari (1.8k⁓). i got carried away pls read anyway. i've never written for these characters, prepare for ooc stuff!
❀ read part 1 with yuji, megumi, toji, choso and sukuna here !
❀ Okkotsu Yuta
If there's someone who'd run to you the moment you needed absolutely anything from them, it'd be Okkotsu Yuta.
Even if you didn't need anything, and you only wanted his presence, he'd go without thinking twice or making questions.
So when you texted him that you wouldn't go to your date because you're feeling under the weather, he didn't waste a second to rush to your side.
"Oh, darling... look at you." Yuta coos as he finds you bundled up in your covers, sheer concern etched in his features. You startle briefly at the sound of his voice, but you soon relax again. You can't even pretend you're surprised to see him. You're too tired to point out his presence, anyway.
Yuta presses his hand to your cheek, before moving it to your forehead. You're burning up for sure, and it's making his heart squeeze on his chest. You finally open your eyes, noting the sadness in his. But before you can reassure him, he's already on the move. "Wait for me, I'll be right back."
You accidentally fall asleep while he's gone, waking up at the feeling of a washcloth being gently pressed against your forehead. You open your eyes blearily, a soft smile gracing your boyfriend's features.
"You're awake. I made you some soup, I know you probably haven't eaten." ...he hit the nail in the head. "It's all natural, 'kay? No cup noodles for my darling. You should have it now before it gets cold."
How he got soup done so fast by himself you don't know, you probably fell asleep for longer than you thought. Still, you humor him, slowly getting up, not without being immediately assisted by him.
After successfully sitting up with your back against the headboard, Yuta holds the bowl and tries feed you. You huff, you're not that tired to be unable to feed yourself, but the gentle nudge of the spoon against your lips makes you cave. You instantly hum in delight, genuinely how he made something this good with your practically empty fridge is beyond you. Makes you realize he probably bought everything himself in the way. Oh, Yuta. Your dangerously considerate boyfriend.
"Is it good?" He asks as he feeds you, and you nod in response. He visibly softens, continuing to feed you until you can't eat anymore.
Yuta sets the bowl aside, patting your head and telling you that you did a good job by eating almost all of it. As if you were a little kid. You kinda wanna flip him off, but god do those headpats feel nice.
Gently easing you back in the covers, Yuta rubs your cheek with his thumb. "I'll stay with you all day," He announces, and you can tell he meant to from the start.
Yuta's doting on you like he's got nowhere else he'd rather be, but you know there are other places where he should be right now. What if a powerful curse is spotted and they need his help? You'll feel a bit bad if you hoard his attention the whole day. And though it's pointless to try, and how stubborn you know him to be when it comes to you, you still have the gall to attempt it.
"Yuta...?" You mumble, your voice groggy and quiet from not having spoken all day. His eyes immediately fix on your face, something about your unusually soft tone doing a number on his heart. "Yes, angel?"
"You don't have to stay the whole day, I feel better now."
You push through the ache in your throat to speak, and oh, he notices. Wetting the rag from earlier again, he smiles ever so softly, before giving you the most deadpan "no ♥" he can muster.
You blink, sighing. "I mean it-" but he's already pressing a finger to your lips.
"Don't strain yourself, love, I bet it's difficult for you to talk right now." He pauses. "Wait, does your throat hurt much? I can ask Toge for the medicine he uses. Actually, how do you feel about sign language for the time being? You won't have to speak and it's pretty-"
"Yu. I'm serious." You interrupt him, cringing at how your own now wobbly voice reminds you of Rika's for a second. Yuta wrings out the cloth and places it on your forehead, before caressing your face again.
"Oh, my angel, always thinking of others before yourself. I want to stay and make sure you're well fed and hydrated, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. The rest of the world can be taken care of by someone else, but I'm the one to take care of you."
You grumble pityfully at his expected refusal, the sound more a whine than anything. Yuta exhales a soft laugh, fingers tapping your cheeks. "You look so cute like this, with your face all puffed up. Like a little squirrel."
You're certain your reddened eyes and swollen face look everything but nice right now, but fighting Yuta on that would be like arguing with a wall. You tire of his poking with time, moving your head to try and bite his finger. He flinches at first, successfully avoiding it, before smiling and poking you again. Literally letting you bite him again if you want to.
"So aggresive, darling." So lovesick, Yuta.
"You're being annoying." You croak, and his face softens further at your voice, if possible.
"Sorry, I can't hear you over your squeaking. You sound like a little mouse, you know? It's adorable." You bite him for real this time, but his smile only widens, finding your attempt at aggression lovable. It seems to be all it takes for the affection in his chest to burst, because in a second, he drops everything and embraces you, attached to your body like a leech.
Oh, this is bad. You've somehow triggered Yuta's clinginess, and you know it's difficult to escape from it. He just doesn't attend to reason in this state, even though he could literally get sick from being close to you. You try to push him away, but he only nuzzles closer.
"Get off... you'll get sick." You complain half-heartedly, but he only squeezes you further.
"I'm just sharing my body heat with you."
"That's not how it works."
"It is, trust me."
Okay, he's definitely bullshitting now. Purring like a contented cat, Yuta has his nose buried against your neck and his arms held tightly around you. He keeps going off on how much he loves you and how adorable you are, pinching your cheek. He remains gentle, though, always careful not to hurt you, specially knowing you're unwell.
Long story short, you are not able to get Yuta to stay away from you. The warmth of his arms makes you sleepy again, and you end up falling asleep while cradled against his chest. Two days later, you already feel better, but find that Yuta has gotten sick instead.
With a sigh, you tuck him in bed and scold him, telling him how this could have been avoided had he listened to you.
Yuta apologizes meekly while leaning into your touch, only half-listening.
That's how you know he doesn't regret a single thing.
❀ Nanami Kento
It's too early for you to be up.
You know it, your drooping eyes are telling you so, and you sure know your dear husband would point out the same thing. He won't be able to do so until he wakes, though, so you're trying to make most of the time you have until then.
You have a valid excuse to be doing this, anyway. After eyeing a beautiful new bakery that's right on Nanami's way to work, you shared your discovery with him immediately. You thought he'd like to get some baked goods to bring to work, something to keep him in a good mood. You couldn't make him food that required to stay fresh the night before after all, and he was firm on not letting you get up so early just to make him breakfast.
But how could you not after he told you he had to go in earlier today, and that he wouldn't have time to go by?
Specially, after watching the slight dissapointment in his face be masked so he wouldn't worry you?
Maybe to him it was a small thing, but you could barely sleep after that. So for your husband that's always looking for little things to make you happy and accomodate your life, you got up early for bed and began baking.
You went for blueberry bread. you had frozen blueberries you had bought to make some smoothies, so it was a good pick (you could always buy more later, anyway). Following a recipe you found in the internet, you're now putting your creation in the oven, a proud smile in your face at the progress you've made.
The only problem is that you now have to wait. Like, an hour or so. You don't know if you'll have enough time to finish it before your husband wakes up, and it's making you pretty nervous.
To occupy your mind, you use the rest of the of the ingredients to make blueberry muffins. After some time, you're also done with their preparation, the muffin tin sitting in the counter and waiting for it's turn to be baked—the reminder that Nanami's alarm will probably go off soon making your anxiety spike up.
You scroll in you phone, scoop the remaining batter with your finger and eat it, and literally do anything to distract yourself. When it's close to the finish time estimate, you look into the oven, following the toothpick trick to check if your blueberry bread is miraculously finished ahead of time. It is not. With a groan, you let it continue.
When it's been exactly an hour, you try again, your toothpick still not coming out clean. You're getting stressed, you really wanted to surprise him. It's not a surprise if he catches you in the act. So in your distress, you bump the temperature up slightly, hoping it somehow helps.
Rookie mistake. The classic 'if the heat's high it'll cook faster' mentality. At your age it should be obvious that it doesn't work like that... but you're also kinda desperate and not in your right mind.
You let your poor oven work again, pacing in the kitchen. You genuinely hope your muffins are still in good shape. Actually, should you put them in the fridge for the time being? No, your bread will be ready to come out any second now. You'll just give it a minute, and it'll be fine. What if, in the meantime, you just keep scooping the batter from the bowl until it's entirely clean? It's tasty, distracting, and you're pretty sure you left something in there. You're sure that when you're done with it, the bread will be in perfect shape.
Too lost in your thoughts, you don't even look where you're walking, suddenly bumping into something solid. Your tired brain thinks it may be the fridge for a second, but this is softer, and warmer. Looking up, your eyes widen, right in time for a familiar voice to reach your ears.
"Dear? Why are you awake at this time?" You freeze entirely, caught red-handed. Nanami's standing in front of you, weary eyes fixed on your frame. His hair's tousled, and he's still wearing his pajamas, clearly not having begun to prepare for work yet.
Wait... isn't it a bit early? You're pretty sure his alarm would go off a bit later than now. You checked it on his phone. He probably realized you weren't in bed anymore, and went looking for you... Now that you think of it, you were lucky he didn't wake due to our absence sooner.
"Ken!" You jolt, giving him a sheepish smile. "I could't sleep well, woke up a bit early. I wanted to make some tea. Why don't you go back to bed? You said you'd set your alarm for like... 10 minutes from now, no? You should enjoy those while you still can. I'll prepare a cup for you too!"
Your rambling does little to appease him, judging by the way he's barely budging as you push him out of the kitchen. Placing his hands on your arms, he makes you halt, eyes locking into yours. "Are you sure you just wanted to make some tea?"
You're practically sweating. "Yes...?"
"Oh, really? Because I can smell something else in the air, and it's something closer to dough and flour than the teabags you tend to buy."
You exhale heavily, giving up. A not so discreet glance towards the oven and the cupcake tin still in the counter lets you know that pretending is useless, you're busted.
Mind telling what you were actually up to, sweetheart?" Nanami prods in that low, rough from sleep voice, nudging your chin so you'd look at him, and you relent.
"I just wanted to bake something for you, Ken," you admit in a small voice, "since you weren't going to be able to stop and get something after all. I noticed you looked like you wanted to try that bakery for a second, before realizing it wouldn't be possible... I wanted to satisfy that craving in a way."
Nanami's brows rise slightly, all the drowsiness leaving his body for a second. It didn't take a genius to realize you were baking, it was obvious the moment he got a whiff of the scent in the air. Still, knowing you, this could've been something you randomly decided to get up to— you give him enough gray hairs with your shenanigans in the daily. So to make the correlation and realize you were doing this for him does something devastating to his heart.
"Oh, darling... you didn't have to." Nanami murmurs, voice still groggy from sleep. "I wasn't going to be bothered by it. We could've gone to that place together some other day. There was no need for you to sacrifice your sleep for me."
"I know, but I wanted to." You insist. "That's what you'd do for me, anyway. I wanted to take the opportunity to do something nice for you too, regardless of how convenient it'd be."
Oh, of course you wanted to. He knew you'd say that. His heart squeezes in his chest, his thumb now brushing your jaw. "Well, isn't my dear spouse so thoughtful. There's no stopping you at this point, so I'll just say I'm glad you thought of me."
"i always think of you, Ken," You whisper, before looking away, "I just wished I had finished before you came. I wanted to surprise you."
Again, of course you'd feel bad about that. With a sigh, he presses a kiss to your forehead, fighting the inmense affection he feels for you at this moment.
"There's no need for surprises, sweetheart. You've already made me happy with the sole intention."
Your eyes soften at his words, a faint smile gracing your lips. He wipes away a smudge of batter left in your cheek, his touch gentle as always. You giggle softly at the contact, some of the sadness from feeling unsuccessful lifting. His heart lurches violently in his chest, making him lean in and rest his head on your shoulder.
"You're something else, seriously. Reducing a working man to nothing with sweet gestures hours before his shift. I don't know how you expect me to survive." He mumbles against your shoulder, voice slightly muffled.
"You're exaggerating, love," You reply, now smiling widely.
"Not when you look at me like that, I differ," He says after he meets your gaze, looking completely smitten.
Your hand slides to the back of his neck, his forehead resting against yours. Nanami leans down just enough to press a kiss against the corner of your mouth, almost spell bound.
In a shaky breath, Nanami mutters, "I don't doubt your skills, but I don't think what you're making can surpass the sweetness of your kisses."
With a smile, you tilt your head, "Why don't you get a taste before checking?"
Nanami exhales softly, trying to rein in his emotions. His eyes are fixed on yours, closing the distance painstakingly slow,
...until a thought makes you pull back.
Nanami barely processes it, concern in confusion reflected in his face. "What's wrong, darling?"
But the horror in your face is unshakeable.
"The bread!"
You only notice the smell of smoke in this moment, coughing when you open the oven. You weren't supposed to leave it at such a high temperature for long! Damn it, you weren't supposed to bump the heat up in the first place!
Almost burning yourself by touching the loaf pan barehanded, Nanami carefully steps you aside, putting on the oven mitts and getting your bread out of the oven.
It looks... questionable, to say the least. Practically burnt in most of the outside, not really fully baked in the inside. Your last minute decision comes back to haunt you right now, the uneven finish of your work reminding you why you must never try to rush procedures in the kitchen.
It loos so pitiful you want to cry, shaking your head in disbelief. Nanami, attentive as always, notices, taking off the mitts and making you look at him. "Don't look so discouraged, it appears edible. You did a good job for a first time."
Oh, bless his sweet soul for trying to comfort you despite your mess of a creation. "I'll try it anyway," He promises, and now you want to cry out of emotion.
"You really will...? You don't have to. I know it doesn't look appealing."
"Maybe not, but you made it for me. I'd be a really bad husband if I didn't try what my spouse sacrificed so much to make, right?"
You hug him at his touching comment, and he embraces you. Tightly, oh, so tightly. You're so sweet you don't even know it, killing him with how caring you are. He wishes he could just hold you in his arms the whole day, but alas responsabilities are awaiting him.
"Ken, wait," You say after pull away (because of course he didn't do it first), "I made some muffins in the side too. Why don't you go prepare for work while I bake those? They take less time. Then you can actually leave with something decent."
Nanami smiles at your thoughtfulness, already thinking on how you can make up for this—as if he were unhappy in the first place. With a new kiss to your cheek, and another, and another, he nods in acceptance. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."
You're smiling really hard at his attention. Not like he doesn't give you plenty already, but it's not so common to wake up and have this amount of affection being handed to you so easily. You usher him out of the kitchen, a fond laugh escaping him, as you both get to work in your respective areas.
Almost an hour and so later, you're already done. Patient pays off miraculously, and your muffins are in perfect shape. Nanami stays in the kitchen with you for a bit, the two of you proof tasting what you made. And when he hums and mutters "delicious", you get so happy you could burst.
You pack a muffin for him, and some of your bread in the side per his request (he really is adamant in showing you he cares). With a goodbye kiss and an 'I love you', you part ways for the day. Him, to work, and you... probably to bed. You still have some unfinished business over there.
At work, Nanami was the only one who arrived (a few minutes) late to the meeting.
But, he was also the only one who brought blueberry bread and muffins made by his lovely spouse to work.
The affection he felt at home is still sitting in his chest, getting close to affecting his productivity and focus with how intensely he's feeling it.
But as he stares at the half-burnt, crispy bread with incomparable love and longing, he knows that out all of his coworkers, he's the one who's having the best morning.
❀ Geto Suguru
The temperatures are rising as summer rolls by, food and game stalls being set up somewhere around. Festivals are popular around this season, so you went ahead with all the preparations so you, Geto, Mimiko and Nanako could all go and have some fun at it. It's the first time you go to a festival like this, at least in a while, and you can't help but feel excited. So while Geto had to finish some affairs before meeting you three, you and the girls were shopping for comfortable and cute attire to wear for the festival.
Geto has to admit, the thought has him in a mellow state. Just picturing his girls shopping and having fun together is a wholesome thought, he wishes he could be there helping you all pick. Sadly, responsabilities won't just dissapear if he ignores them in your favor, and you'll probably be finished when he's there to pick you all up.
It's boresome, and pretty dissapointing. The only thing that's keeping him going is knowing he'll get to see you all dressed up by then. But hey... who says he can't just check how you're doing while he gets there? And maybe get a sneak peek. The thought makes itself home in his mind, and soon enough he's facetiming you with anticipation.
The phone rings once, twice... before it's picked up, except not by who he was expecting. Two familiar faces take up the whole screen, speaking in unison in a high pitched tone. "Hello, Mr. Geto!"
A smile makes it way to his lips, tilting his head questioningly. "Hello to you two. What are you up to, and why's this phone not with its rightful owner?"
"Oh, we're in the changing room!" Nanako answers, "(name)'s inside a booth right now, so we picked it up for her." A muffled "hi!" can be heard, your voice recognizable despite the distance.
"Hi, sweetheart," He answers you before directing his attention back to the girls, "So I assume you're both done picking your outfits?"
"Mhm! We are." "We would've been done sooner if Mimiko wasn't so indecisive." "Hey, you tried out half of the store's clothes!" "You-!"
"Now, now. No need to fight." Geto interrupts, to which they straighten up immediately.
Mimiko resumes speaking, calmer now. "We're just waiting for her. You should tell her something, Mr. Geto. She's been trying on outfits for longer than us combined."
"Not true!" You argued, and he almost wanted to laughed at how you, so fixated on being a good role model for the girls, couldn't help but join the banter when prompted.
"...I just don't tend wear traditional clothing," You comented from inside, a bit of sulking to your tone. "So I don't feel like they suit me."
"Big fat lie, by the way," One of the girls chimes in, "you should come out and pick one of the last ten you tried on. They all looked amazing."
"Actually, I'm inclined to agree with them, pretty girl." Geto adds as if he had seen it all, playfulness lacing his tone. "Why don't you show me?"
"...You?" Your hand froze at the handle, an obvious pause going in there. You sigh, before the door budges and gives in. "...Fine."
Nanako, who was holding the phone, flips the camera and points it towards you. And though he's seen you in beautiful outfits before, he can't help but be blown away by the sight. You're wearing a yukata with an intricate floral pattern, its vibrant colors highlighting your natural features. The true cherry on top for him is the shy expression you're sporting, hands folded together meekly as you wait for judgement.
"So...?" You mutter at his continued silence, the girls both leaving squeals and hums of approval. Geto, blinks, recomposing himself. "You look beautiful, as expected. You should pick that one."
"You haven't even looked at the other options..." You complain, but you feel your face heating up at that compliment in such a confident tone.
Geto only smiles, "I'm sure you'll look equally mesmerizing, no matter the choice. You always do, sweetheart."
A chorus of "eww" and "stopp!" come out from the pair behind the phone, making him chuckle lightly. An idea strikes him, making him straighten up. "Can you all get in frame together? I need to see all of your outfits combined."
That gets them to stop whining, adjusting so you'd all be shown in front of the camera with a good look of your clothing. The sight of you with the girls he raised, all wearing matching yukatas, cute hair accessories and showing your pretty smiles almost kills him in the spot. He already has enough when you send them pictures of your hang outs together, his heart warming at how the three people he adores grow closer so smoothly. But now? He can't even hear Nanako explain the process of their choice or Mimiko's comments on the hairstyles, as he's stuck in this state of awe.
"Suguru?" Your voice brings him back to earth, he was deep into a trance for a second.
"Why did you turn off the camera?" You ask, and only now he realizes he did that out of reflex. His brain worked slow, but his sense of embarrassment didn't, apparently.
His brain scrambles for an excuse, he's completely bluescreened. For someone who prides himself in being composed, he's not living up to it at the moment. He skips giving an explanation, instead changing the topic. "...I'm almost there, I should focus on the road. You all wait for me right there."
"...Alright, we'll wrap things up over here, then." You roll with it smoothly, and he's thankful. Now hanging up the call, he stops the car in the nearest place he can, hands sliding from the steering wheel as he rests his head against it. Oh, he's doomed doomed. His heart hasn't stopped racing. Geto wants to put you all in a snow globe and shake it relentlessly. That wouldn't be morally correct nor safe, so he brushes the thought away.
All he has to do is calm down enough he doesn't squeeze the guts out of your body when he sees you. Which is proving to be dificult, by the way.
Geto arrives 15 minutes later than expected, heart heavy but mellowed out at this point. He blames his lateness on traffic, once again diverting the topic and talking about the festival instead. Only he knows the demons he had to fight to act normal when he saw his girls all dolled up acting adorable together.
If the way he struggles to keep his gaze off you after picking you guys up says anything, he'll have a hell of a day. In the best way possible, but still. If you catch him staring, please look the other way. No one else can now how soft he gets when it's just the four of you.
❀ Ino Takuma
"You are... a force of evil."
"Huh?"
Sat in the couch with a bowl of ramen in your lap, you blink cluelessly at Ino, confused by his sudden outburst. He's been reviewing some info beside you about a curse sighting, studying diligently so he can make Nanami proud. He had been pretty calm, humming and making comments to himself, so this sudden energy rush makes no sense. Or at least it doesn't for you, who failed to notice him stealing glances at you every once in a while.
Thing is, you had just woken up recently. Still in your hello kitty pajamas and with your hair messed up, Ino can hardly resist you. All he wants is to ditch work, lead you back to bed and cuddle you until noon. But you woke up pretty late and are reasonably hungry, and he knows better than to bother you when you're in such a state.
He knows better, but he can only resist so much. You look so huggable in the mornings, and it doesn't help that you're doing such domestic things right beside him. Like trying to hold your bowl earlier to eat and flinching at how hot it was, your chopticks slipping from your fingers from how dazed you are from sleep, and the ocassional grumble from that early grumpiness.
You don't find it amusing. You're just trying to start your day albeit late, and the little misfortunes happening are not doing any favors to your mood. But all Ino's brain fixated with is your early clumsiness and how adorable it is.
That's why it wasn't long before he snapped, with you still staring at him in utter confusion. Ino doesn't elaborate, grumbling like a child throwing a fit, making you squint at him further. "What?"
"You're just... there. Being distracting. I'm trying to work, you know?" He accuses dramatically, as if you were actively trying to inconvenience him.
"Takuma, I'm not doing anything, I'm just hungry and trying to eat some noodles. You were pretty focused just now, just get back to it." You cross your arms, stating the obvious. Sometimes you feel like you're scolding him whenever he pulls up some nonsense, but you're both too used to it to mind. He adores some tough love, he's said himself. You're just not fond of being annoyed when you're eating.
"Okay, okay, bad timing," He acknowledges, "but your presence is still distracting me."
"I was here first, silly."
"But I'm most comfortable in the couch!"
"Then I'll just eat at the-" "No."
"Takuma..." You're using the scarier tone now, his hand which had fled to your wrist quickly retreating. You exhale. "So you can't focus with me here, but you don't want me to leave. Won't you at least tell me what am I doing that's so distracting, so I can stop it?"
"Well, you're just..." He trails off. "...I'll just get back to work."
You raise an eyebrow, not expecting him to give up so suddenly, but don't question it. You look at him for a second longer, watching him go back to reviewing the info from earlier, before focusing on your food again.
Did he just want attention? Clingy man. You love that from him, but right now you've got bigger fish to fry. Or eat, technically.
Meanwhile, Ino is doing his absolute best to not spare you a glance, his face scrunched up and he wills himself to focus, but to be honest... he's failing miserably.
Okay, maybe he should have left or let you leave when you suggested that. The words he's reading aren't even registering in his brain at this point. But you're so close! So, so close and he's a weak man! He'd miss you and wouldn't stop thinking on what you're doing if you were away, and he can't focus when you're so close.
His priorities have clearly tilted, but he just told you he'd get back on business, so he doesn't want to go back on his word so fast. He can at least pretend he's being responsible for a little while, then take a small rest and cuddle when your bowl is empty. Maybe you'd even kiss him on the cheek and tell him he's made good progress. Okay, that thought's as distracting as it is helpful.
Now with renewed determination, Ino straightens up and reads from start. But his retention capacity betrays him every handful of seconds, and his eyes tilt smoothly towards you. It's like there's this little worm on his brain asking him what you're doing every single minute, and every time he can't help but check to answer. Even if every moment right now you're just chewing, humming to yourself and watching something on your phone.
You're watching something in your phone, he suddenly notices. You have one earbud on, despite there being a whole tv in front of you two. It hits him that you're doing that to avoid distracting him with whatever you'd decide to watch, leaving the room quiet for him to work with. And that perceived thoughtfulness is what it takes for him to break.
"Awww...!" Ino gushes loudly, making you flinch at the sudden sound.
"What?" You set you almost finished bowl in the coffee table, taking off your earbud.
"You..." He sniffles, eyes sparkling and hands to his face. And before you can even question him, he spews, "You're so cute! 🥺"
Ino lunges towards you, making you squeal. he embraces your waist, nuzzling his face on your stomach." "'Kuma, be careful!"
"Sorryyy," He replies in a whiny tone, "But I'm serious. You can't just do that. You know, existing beside me, being so adorable and all that."
"Well you can't live without me, so you should get used to it already."
"I know, but I can't." He exhales dramatically, genuinely afflicted. "You're so perfect and lovely and adorable and-" A tight squeeze, "Just... so amazing that I can't get used to it."
"You're just looking for excuses to slack off, and I'm your closest distraction." You call out.
"And the most attractive one! And most effective! I am so doomed."
"You didn't deny it. Don't you wanna make Nanami proud?" You purposely tease.
Ino sits up straight, "I do! I will. But everyone needs a good break once in a while. I've been working for so long today, I can't focus because I'm burnt out."
"Takuma, you've worked for exactly 14 minutes since I sat here."
"Well you don't now how long I was on the grind before you did!"
You finally crack, laughing out loud. It's a sound Ino loves, but one that only makes his heart throb violently right now. He embraces you tightly again, biting your shoulder lightly and instinctively.
"Ino!" He winces at your scolding, pressing an apology kiss in the same area. "Sorry, babe. It's mandatory cuddling time, though."
"Mandatory."
"Mhm."
You sigh, suppressing a smile. "If it'll boost your productivity, I'll cave."
Ino grins, obviously pleased.
It did not boost his productivity, by the way.
He just pulled you to lay down in the couch and cuddled you as you both watched a comfort show.
He held you tightly, squeezing ocassionally like he couldn't get enough.
Thing is, Takuma Ino doesn't need you to do anything special to worship you.
He thinks you're the best thing in his life every single day, and he's barely surviving the affection in his chest every living moment with you nearby.
He's just better at managing it some days than others... he already does enough with how much he has you on his mind.
So sure, Ino is a bit of clingy partner. But he really loves you and he's doing his best. Just be sure to kiss him in the cheek and tell him he's a good student, but an even better boyfriend. That's all he needs to be happy today.
❀ Hakari and Kirara
You've been dating Kirara and Hakari for a few months.
It was strange to you at first, to be joining an already existing couple, but things went smoother than expected. Specially considering how welcoming they were towards you, since they liked you as much as you liked them.
You hang around them at the fight club often, sometimes helping around on what you could or just existing beside them. So, naturally, you've shared many experiences together already.
But something you haven't shared yet, has been the pleasure of getting a few drinks together.
Hakari was the one that drank the most of your little trio, though Kirara didn't hesitate to join him at times. It was a bonding thing, more often than not, relaxing with a drink of their choice while watching matches or lazing around.
You were really hesitant to indulge, though.
You got offered whiskey by Hakari once, told him it's too strong to your liking. Beer? You're not a fan of the taste. Random alcoholic can you all bought from a convenience store? You didn't finish yours.
They wondered if you were just shy, so besides some teasing, you didn't really get pushed by them to drink anything. You were content to just be around them, why would they pretend they didn't feel the same? If you were just not a fan of drinking that's fine by them.
They assumed so for some time, not really expecting you to drink anything at this point. That was, until tonight.
"Kira, what are you doing?" You ask curiously from your seat beside Hakari, his arm looped around you as per usual. Kirara had been mixing some drinks and fruits in the background, kneeling in front of the coffee table in front of you, and you had been too distracted to notice. Now though, your curiosity has beat you.
"This? I'm making something different to drink. Ever had a sangria?" Kirara questions, mixing everything together. The swirling of the liquid with the diced fruits is entertaining to watch, eyes trained on the jug even as you shake your head.
Kirara takes your continued attention as interest, a faint smirk in her lips. "Wanna try it? Don't wanna drink it alone."
"Won't Kin drink with you?" You doubt, Hakari's eyes darting towards you two at the mention of his name. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.
"Nah, not a fan of the fruity bullshit. Though you might enjoy it, doll. Barely tastes like alcohol anyway."
"Sooo?" Kirara smirks playfully, lifting the jug playfully. "Want a glass? Tell me now, or else I'll add some extra alcohol to it."
"Wait... I wanna try it." You finally decide, Kirara's eyes lighting up at your words. She gets two glasses and pours the drink on them, the contrast between your drinks and Hakari's whiskey which he's currently drinking almost funny to watch.
"Cheers!" Kirara clinks her glass against yours animatedly, her emotion making you smile. You take a sip from it, and end up more pleased than you expected.
"Seems like someone's a fan." Hakari smirks, tugging you closer as Kirara sits on the other side. You want to argue with him, to not give in to his teasing, but it's hard when you're already going for another sip.
"The fruit gives it a nice touch." You comment, earning a 'right?' from Kirara as she reaches to make hers stronger. Hakari rolls his eyes, still in disagreement, but pleased enough that you seem to be enjoying yourself with this.
You get in the mood pretty easily after, savoring the taste and even getting a refill after your first try. "Don't drink it like it's juice, it still has alcohol, 'kay?" Kirara warns, but you only hum in acknowledgement as you watch the colorful liquid filling your glass to the brim.
Kirara tried warning you.
Alas, those were the last words you heard from her while sober.
"Woooow, that guy's like, super strong," You slur your words as you point at the tv, the fight club still in full swing at this hour.
"That guy? They've beat the shit out of him, babe. Never won a single fight." Hakari comments in response, a bit confused at your commentary. You never really say much unless there's something interesting happening, and this is just a filler match with a guy you've all seen before. So why...?
"Aw, so Kin-chan didn't bet on him?" You interrupt his train of thought, "Now I'm kinda sad."
"What was that?" KIrara sharply turns to face you at the nickname, poking your cheek, "Don't copy me, silly!"
"Why would I do that?" Hakari responds to your question, "It's obvious he'll lose."
"Well, everyone deserves to have someone who supports them!" You huff, before facing Kirara. "Kiraaa, stop!"
Hakari squints at you, watching you whine and complain at Kirara's playful nagging. He's puzzled for a second until it clicks, a slow smirk making its way to his lips. "Are you drunk?"
"Huh...?" Your eyes dizzily meet his, making Kirara stop for a moment. When you don't even register the question, she catches on as well, watching you refill your glass.
"Oh my god, you're sooo drunk." Kirara grins wolfishly, attaching herself to your side. You're now poking at a lime slice inside of your glass, trying to fish it out.
Is this why you refused to drink with them? Okay maybe Kirara did add more alcohol to the jug at a certain point, but she didn't think you'd keep refilling. You didn't have that many glasses anyway, only a lightweight would get wasted from that. So that was your secret, huh. Your partners are now less interested in the fight on the screen, and a thousand more times interested in your behavior.
"Oh, sugar, you shouldn't be eating that!" Kirara coos at you, but makes no move to stop you from bringing the lime to your mouth. Hypocritical, much? Maybe. But watching your face scrunch up after you take a big bite of the it is worth it.
You cough it out immediately, eyes growing watery. With a whine, you bury your face in Kirara's chest, looking for reassurance.
"Aww, it's okay, my baby," She embraces you, rubbing your back comfortingly. She's so pleased with herself for getting cuddles from you for free, even though she kinda set you up. Hakari raises an eyebrow from his side of the couch, while she stares back smugly.
"So what," Hakari breaks the silence, "Does your boyfriend get no cuddles?"
You lift your head your head to look at him, and your flushed face paired with your disoriented gaze would have moved him, if not for your next words: "What boyfriend?"
Hakari visibly flinches. "Excuse me? The one who lends you two his card so you can buy whatever the hell you want, obviously."
Kirara stifles a laugh at Hakari's tone, low and gruff yet obviously pouty if you know him enough. You don't pick on that in this state, though, his tightly knotted eyebrows making you think there's something genuinely wrong.
"Did I upset you, Kin?" You ask wobbily, face contorted in genuine sadness. You disentangle from Kirara's embrace, much to her dismay, now gluing to Hakari's side in an attempt to console. "I'm sorry..."
Hakari huffs like he's not sure, looks away like he's not melting in the inside. You obviously don't realize why he's upset, but he commends you for trying to appease him anyway. His arm hugs around your waist as usual, pushing you to his chest. "Guess I can forgive you." He's smirking once you can't see him, clearly cocky at having the upper hand again.
"Heeey, what about me?" Kirara pouts immediately, glaring at Hakari who's winking at her triumphantly. You look back at her. "Hm?"
"You don't have any affection for old little 'rara?" She crosses her arms, sulking. This has somehow become a competition for drunk you's attention, and you're none the wiser.
"Uh... Kirara is pretty." You mumble, and she grins.
"How pretty?" She asks as she scoots closer, beaming at you.
"You're given an inch and you wanna take a mile, doll." Hakari points out. She sticks her tongue out to him, and he squeezes you further.
"So...?" She insists, and you hum thoughtfully.
"Very. Like the stars."
"Aww, you're a cutie too!" kirara squeals, pinching your cheek with a little more force than necessary.
"But, like the glowing green stars you glue at the ceiling." You add, like the information is crucial. Kirara gives you a weird look, but she still wraps her arms around you.
"Kin has cool hair and coat, by the way." You comment, looking at him. Okay, you're a chatty drunk. That's obvious now. Your words are barely understandable due to the cadence and clumsiness of your voice, but it's entertaining to listen to at the very least.
"How cool? Cooler than Kirara's?" He asks in an obvious attempt to tease the latter, an amused glance thrown her way. Your back is against his chest now, while Kirara is crowding your front. They're pretty clingy at the moment, hanging onto every little word coming out from your mouth.
"Well... both is cool. Like, for example..." You trail off and completely forget you were talking in the first place. You instead stare at Hakari. "Can I use your coat?"
"Yeah, yeah, doll." He agrees before he knows what he's doing. "Just don't throw up on it or something."
You smile dopily, haphazardly throwing the coat over your shoulders. You mumble something about being 'as cool as Kin-chan now', and he has to take a moment for himself so he doesn't crush you against his chest.
"Comfy?" Kirara asks, showing she has way less self control than him with the way she's nibbling on your shoulder. When did she start? You didn't even feel it. Guess you'll notice tomorrow when you see the bite marks littered on your skin.
"Yeah... I am." You answer her, eyes drooping. "Just let me get my..."
You attempt to grab your forgotten glass, almost knocking it over. They both pull you back, dissaproving. "No more drinks for you tonight, sugar."
"Awe... but the fruit..." You weakly protest, but Kirara's already blocking your view, while Hakari holds you firmly.
"Think it's time for you to rest, babe."
You grumble something, but you can't even tell who's speaking to you. Mere seconds after you're slumped against them, snoring like your body only needed to be told to give up into rest.
"Huh. Out like a light." Hakari notes amusedly, smirking as he pokes your cheek.
"Shame. Was having lots of fun." Kirara answers, yet she's also smiling.
"Of course you were, you two were ganging up on me." He grumbles.
"Kin, baby, don't be like that. You got plenty of attention too." Kirara uses that tone that easily convices him each time, and though he acts indifferent, he's clearly pleased as well.
The night passes quietly after you fall asleep, the two watching over you in strange contentment. You wake up confused and remembering practically nothing, eyes widening in disbelief at the tales of how you acted.
You're obviously embarrased, specially with your awfully smug partners teasing you back and forth. But despite it all, they're already hoping you'll let them see that side of yours once more.
❀ notes: not a fan of alcohol so i've never been drunk, i was bullshitting my way through the last one. i genuinely do not know how to write kirara and hakari, but i love them so they're here. this was written as a thank you for the support on pt. 1 and 100 followers btw so yeah! extra long. hope you enjoyed! <3
hello! i really enjoyed the drabble of hakari getting his s/o from the kamo clan pregnant. is it okay for me to request for them set before their baby’s birth? like a fluff of just them cuddling and is also midly suggestive, reader is perched on his lap and keeps on peppering tiny kisses everywhere on his face down to his stubble and neck?
thank you so much! i’ve been perusing your blog ever since i stumbled upon it and i love your kashimo and his reincarnated wife series very much ♥️
Cuddles for Hakari’s pregnant girl (っ˶ ˘ ᵕ˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶ς) 18+, minors dni
cw: fluff, suggestive, language, chubby!reader, insecure!reader
note: (post being referred to here.) hii, thank you for the kind words <3 it’s cute how you guys keep asking for baby-related drabbles even though i keep saying that i suck at writing them😭 thank you for the request though ! :) again, the usual disclaimer: i never had a baby so things might be inaccurate.
“Come on, ma. I lift your weight in the gym as a warm-up.”
Knowing Kinji, that might actually be true.
You stand at the end of the sofa, shifting your weight from one hip to the other. The sofa’s size is humble, to say the least, and recently you can only sit comfortably with your legs slightly spread.
The obvious solution would be to sit on Kinji’s lap, which hasn’t been a problem before but recently you’ve gained some weight.
Kinji has noticed your insecurity, though he thinks very differently about it.
First of all, Kinji is strong. Beefy. He can handle a few extra kilos. Second, he fucking loves your new curves. Not only because they’re hot in his eyes, but because they’re evidence of his baby growing inside you. He likes that in a way. He did that to your pretty body. A thought for another day.
“The couch creaks when I sit down…” you admit reluctantly, like it’s something shameful and also concerning, because you don’t want to ruin the furniture.
“S’always creaking. Now come on.”
Kinji sprawls out, tilting his head back just a little. He pats his thigh once. It’s a gesture he uses often to lure you into his lap, a gesture that always manages to make your stomach clench. Kinji is well aware of that.
Slowly, you approach him and lower yourself, though it’s quite a struggle. Having a baby in your belly affects your balance. Of course, Kinji’s hands come up to your butt for “help.”
He can’t stop himself. Your cheeks are so squishy and plump. So grabbable.
“Mhm… just like that,” he groans as you settle into his lap. He likes the weight against his thighs and crotch.
“Gosh, I’m hurting you—”
Kinji’s hands slide up to your waist, holding you there before you can retreat.
“You’re not. Or do you underestimate me that much?” An amused smile spreads across his face as his thumbs draw little circles along your hip bones through the fabric of your pajama pants.
When did he get so… predator-like? Sure, he’s always enjoyed flustering you, but now he looks at you like he wants to see you squirm and blush.
“I just… you know…” You lift your sleeping shirt to reveal your baby bump, which has grown significantly. Kinji hums, placing a palm against the swell of your belly.
“Things at the school okay? They treating you well?”
You nod, your body relaxing a little. The sofa’s bristle cushions tickle your knees as you sink lower, your legs straddling Kinji’s thighs.
“They don’t send me out on the field,” you explain with a shrug. “I just go to classes and help Nanami with paperwork.”
“Good.” Honestly, that’s a relief. Other people, like Gojo, would probably create a rather stressful environment, and Kinji doesn’t want his girl stressing out. Not in general, and definitely not with a baby on the way. “Aren’t you cute today…”
There it is, the small movement. A little squirm. You trying to escape his hungry gaze.
The hands on your hips flex, nudging you forward. Instinctively, your hands come up to rest against Kinji’s broad chest.
“Maybe in the way a fat dog is cute,” you grumble.
He scoffs softly and presses a kiss to your cheek, snorting against your skin. “You ever seen a fat dog I didn’t wanna pet?”
Before you can protest, his hand slides from your waist to your back, massaging your muscles. His thumb presses a little firmer, like punctuation. You’re not going anywhere.
“You’re not fat,” he adds quietly now, the teasing gone. “You’re… full.”
“Full?” you echo, arching a brow.
“Yeah.” His palm returns to your belly, spreading. “Full of curves. Full of life. Full of my kid.”
That does it. Your throat tightens in that annoying, emotional way, and you avert your gaze, pretending to inspect the far wall. Kinji notices anyway.
“Tch.” He clicks his tongue, leaning forward until his forehead bumps your shoulder. “Don’t get all shy on me now. You were real brave two minutes ago.”
There’s a beat of silence. You refuse to entertain his jab, pouting dramatically for maximum effect.
“What’s a man gotta do around here for some kisses?”
Silence.
“Ma…” A subtle roll of his hips against you. It’s good, especially with the way he keeps calling you those nicknames. Your expression falters.
“Well, don’t call me ‘full,’” you reply finally, looking at him. You lean in and plant kisses along his face.
“What should I call you then…?” Another kiss, this one to his chin. You feel his skin pull as he smiles. “Well-bred?”
“Jesus, shut up.” But you don’t stop kissing him. You even rub your cheek against his stubble, the coarse hair scratches your skin in the nicest way.
“Mine?”
Your teeth sink into his neck. That shuts him up.
Kinji groans, low and soft, the sound vibrating through you. You press your teeth just a little more, and he shivers, tilting his head to give you better access.
“You’re relentless,” he mutters, voice husky, grin obvious. “Don’t think I don’t like it.”
Your fingers trail up to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as you nibble and press kisses along his jaw. The sofa creaks beneath you both, but neither of you care in that moment. You’re suspended in the moment, bodies syncing into a slow, delicious rhythm. Wet kissing noises fill the room.
“Kinji…” you murmur, or maybe it’s more of a whine. “Careful… you’re making me… uh…”
“Making you what?” His lips hover near your ear, warm breath tickling.
You bite your lip, squirming against him. “You know… all… fluttery.”
“That’s the point,” he murmurs. “I like you like that.”
(っ˶ ˘ ᵕ˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶ς)all rights reserved. no translations, plagiarism, modifications, reposts, or ai feeding. disturbing comments will be deleted. english is not my native language.
“pleeeaaseee kin! shes so pretty today!” kirara whines, dragging behind him as he fixed the smudged eyeliner in your face, “i promise i wint mess her makeup up!”
“babydoll, you already did by smudging her eyes and pepper kissing her.” he reminds, taking some makeup wipe and fixing the edges. “besides, im barely touching her face either.”
you somewhat feel overwhelmed, the four pairs of eyes on you and feeling their gaze.. it felt nerve wracking, not being loved properly before, but now is different. “its just makeup…” you mumble, feeling kirara’s hands on your hips now.
“girl, its art. hush it!” she says, kissing your shoulder and hakari shakes his head in a chuckle.
Would it be too much to ask for moments with their babies? 👉🏻👈🏻
Hakari and his baby ૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა (the link mentioned here)
cw: pure fluff
note: this was fun but i struggled with it a lot, ngl 🥲…guys, I think I suck at domestic scenes. the request says “babies” but i just couldn’t make that work, I’m really sorry :( i feel like I don’t know enough about childcare to make this all authentic with more than one child involved.
Core Memory 1 - Car Ride
What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man…
The song plays quietly in the car, as it has for many, many weeks now. It seems to calm the baby. Interesting taste for a one-year-old, Kinji thinks every time.
His eyes stay on the road. The wiper arms interrupt his view every now and then as they sweep rainwater from the windshield.
Kinji has been driving for a while now, about four hours. The road from Tokyo to Kyoto is a long one. But it’s okay, because sometimes he allows himself to glance into the backseat.
His baby sits in his car seat, articulating wildly but silently as he tries to open his mouth. His little jaw moves slowly, clearly struggling with motor coordination. His chin and cheeks are shiny, reddish here and there. He’s trying so hard to get that piece of watermelon into his mouth.
Next to him, you lean against the baby’s seat, half-asleep, also munching on some fruit.
No one really talks.
It’s just a peaceful moment, also the baby’s first long drive, and his first time having a “picnic” in the car.
Kinji is internally hyping himself up for the gathering in Tokyo. He likes being on good terms with the current Kamo clan. It means he can run his business in peace, while his wife can return to the estate without anyone saying a bad word. And besides, his kid is going to be a great sorcerer one day. Kinji is sure of it. Things are perfect in that moment.
Core Memory 2 - How to make Mommy happy (after making her super mad)
“Alright, buddy, you’re watchin’ a professional at work, so pay attention,” Kinji says to his son as he places a big bouquet of flowers into the vase on the table, his other arm keeping the baby cradled against his chest.
He struggles to get all the stems into the narrow opening without tipping the vase over, but somehow manages.
“You wanna watch Daddy get his ass handed to him?” he asks, setting the baby into a high chair. The question is self-deprecating, tinged with genuine anxiety, but mostly amusement at his own stupidity.
The baby claps his hands cheerfully, giggling and babbling, as if he’s genuinely enjoying Kinji’s predicament.
“Oh, I see how it is, always on Mommy’s side. Such a mama’s boy…”
For the next half hour, Kinji goes full house-husband mode: dishes, cleaning, laundry, vacuuming, while the little guy in the chair suckles on a sippy cup. He seems almost entertained by the sight of his father moving around in mild panic.
“See,” Kinji explains, setting a pot and a pan on the stove to start dinner, “if you ever do something real bad, you gotta go all in. Can’t let luck decide your fate because when it comes to Mommy, luck doesn’t exist.”
What actually caused Kinji to lock in this hard, the baby will never know. What he will remember is the silly look on his father’s face as he does his best to make up for his mistakes.
House cleaned. Food on the table. Flowers arranged. Some fancy-looking present prepared.
Kinji is more than ready to beg for forgiveness.
It’ll be a very useful lesson once the baby reaches the age where he starts doing stupid stuff of his own.
Core Memory 3 - The Steak
“God, you’re just like your father…” you mumble, watching your son fight for what’s left of the T-bone steak, gnawing at the meat, occasionally the bone itself. His face, his hands, the light green bib over his chest, it’s all smeared with steak juices.
His small fingers are more practiced now, but the steak is still too big for him, slipping the wrong way every time. It’s his first steak, and both you and Kinji can tell he absolutely adores the taste. He’s ecstatic.
He giggles happily, occasionally searching your face to check your reaction.
“That’s a compliment if I’ve ever heard one,” Kinji snorts, leaning back in his chair like he’s won something. He lifts his glass in a lazy toast toward the baby.
Soft grunts and growls are muffled against the bone as the baby manages to chew off a decent chunk.
You reach over with a napkin, half-heartedly trying to wipe your son’s cheeks, but he dodges you with a delighted squeal, twisting just enough to smear more grease along his jaw. He laughs at his own cleverness, eyes bright, mouth shiny, triumphant.
“He’s very brave,” Kinji remarks. “Defying Mommy like that. Very anti-authority.”
“Mama…”
“Yes, Mama,” Kinji laughs. “I’d be very careful if I were you. Mama will be mad.”
“Kin—” You throw the napkin at him and grab a new one, successfully wiping your baby’s face this time.
“I won’t be mad. Don’t listen to him.”
The baby laughs, grimacing slightly when the napkin tickles his nostrils. He watches you, then Kinji, then you again, eyes curious.
Then he reaches for the bone again, not to eat it, but to press it to his cheek and hug it like a plushie.
He’s entered that phase where he wants to sleep with the most random objects imaginable. So far, he’s smuggled a rock, your sock, fridge magnets, and Kinji’s wallet into his bed. The last one caused quite a ruckus in the Hakari–Kamo household, Kinji carries a lot of cash.
“Oh god, we’re not doing this again…” you sigh, rubbing your forehead.
Your son just laughs, clearly enjoying how easily he can exasperate his parents.
Core Memory 4 - The Blanket Fort
“Listen, boss, this is not how construction works, you gotta have the right angle,” Kinji’s voice comes out muffled, teeth gripping the edge of a blanket as his hands secure other blankets to various pieces of furniture. All for the baby’s amusement.
He sits nearby, watching Kinji work, babbling nonsense. It could be encouragement. It could be criticism.
He taps his palms against the carpet impatiently, gesticulating wildly.
You’re asleep on the floor, most likely having nodded off while sorting baby clothes, unaware that a soft fortress is slowly rising around you.
Kinji finally lets the last blanket fall into place, draping it carefully over the back of the couch so it doesn’t slip. He freezes, holding his breath like a man defusing a bomb.
It stays.
“Yes,” he whispers, pure victory, before slowly crawling inside.
The baby squeals, abandoning all patience and army-crawling after him, blanket edges brushing his hair. It stands up in many places from the electrostatic forces.
Inside, the space is dim and warm, smelling faintly of fabric softener and baby shampoo.
Kinji settles on his side, propped on one elbow. He watches his son wobble closer, hands slapping the carpet, face lighting up like he’s discovered a secret world.
“Welcome to headquarters,” Kinji murmurs. “No girls allowed.”
The baby blinks.
“…Except Mommy,” Kinji adds quickly, glancing toward you, still asleep, breathing slow and even.
The baby crawls over to you instead, planting his hands on your arm as if testing whether you’re real. He pats your sleeve, then your cheek.
Kinji watches. In this moment, he feels nothing but gratitude for how things turned out.
“Y’know,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, “you’re gonna remember this. Not the details but the feeling.”
The baby lets out a happy little huff and plops down, back against Kinji’s chest. Kinji instinctively wraps an arm around him, steadying him, his hand fitting perfectly over the baby’s round belly.
Outside the fort, rain taps against the windows. Inside, it’s quiet, safe.
The baby yawns, his head tipping back to knock gently against Kinji’s collarbone. His eyelids flutter, then give up.
After a while, Kinji reaches out with his free hand and gently tucks the blanket closer around you, careful not to wake you.
“One day we’re gonna tell ya the craziest story about how we got together.”
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“ooh! this is so pretty!” you marvel, seeing a pretty bottle of perfume in the store. it smelled even better, and a hand rests on your hip.
“you want it?” hakari asks, brooding over you and a comforting pat on your butt to remind you hes’ there. you turn and nod, like a kid in a grocery store. “put it in the cart.” he smiles at your squeal.
“yer so spoiled, baby.” he chuckles, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. “i spoil you so much.”
“youre right, youu do that! not me.” you giggle, and he rolls his eyes to kiss your head. “meanie.”
oh well, jealous hakari who doesnt say he’s jealous. no, but he does bulk himself up and is cocky about it. daddy usage, semi nsfw, mentions of ‘PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER.’
“are you jealous, kin?” you ask, applying your mascara and lip gloss. you wouldnt know why he was, but he was.
“no, just gotta fatten up my muscles.”
“mmmhmm..? oh!” you say, collecting your phone and showing a dress to hakari. “you think id look good in this? im not too sure.”
“you wearin’ that for me or for bitch made?” he asks, pulling out his wallet. god, that man had so many cards. a card for basically any fucking store. but he’s also the type to have a envelope of money.
you pout and snort. “for you dumm!—“ you stop, a teasing grin on your face and you get in his lap. he looks up to you, biting his lip as he gives you a once over. “daddy, are you jealous?”
“the fuck im jealous for? that boy doesnt know how to treat women and or spend money on ‘em. “ his arms spread open, then wrapping their hands on your ass. “plus, hes broke, immature, and looks like he a mama’s boy.”
“anddd youre forgettin’ one thing, sir.” you giggle, getting close and he snickers.
“ ‘nd what would that be, precious?” he tilts his head to the side, lips prepared to kiss yours.. until you press a finger against them.
“that im already yours.” you giggle at the smack of your ass and soft exhale. he’s trying hard to not fuck into you in the changing room.
“yeah, you fuckin’ are.” he says, kissing your lips as if its his last. his soft stubble grazes against your lip, probably going to give you a irritation rash. “i can fuck you here in front of him, just like how i did with yer ex..” he suggests, he feels that fever building up.
“mmm, wouldnt it be better if i was bent over your car or couch?” you giggle at his hands groping you, hands sliding up to your throat and squeezing soft.
hakari who is your gym partner and boyfriend who thinks your absolutely crazy.
you dont start with cardio or whatever, you start with stretching then lifting.
“goddamn!” he yells, jumping up taking a couple steps back as you laugh. “you trying to stretch me out?”
“no, its just your hamstrings being stretched.”
and dont even get him started, cause hes doing arms for the day.. and youre doing arms AND legs. he stares at you from behind, questioning your sanity. unfortunately for him, that meant he had to do legs too.
because “i thought we were working out together?” (you cannot and he will not allow you to do your own thing, he finds it disrespectful in a weird but sweet way.)
the next day, hes sore in his arms (because he was being slow and didn’t realize that one arm had a heavier weight than the other)
but you? oh youre fucked for the next few days, deep in your ass is sore and your arms.
“girl, youre fucking insane for starting with weights, then cardio.”
