a (sliiiigtly l8) birthday gift for my beloved life and creative partner @kandysoda! .3. how many ideas can this little goat create and nurture? rhetorical question! keep cooking honey :>
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synopsis: toji fushiguro takes you on a romantic date to the most fanciest place on earth.
genre: hella crack, angst(?), fluff(?)
word count: 4.9k
warnings: cursing, if you care
The scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth of the setting sun as you waited in your small Tokyo apartment. It was a modest space, cluttered with polaroid pics and random shit from either thrift stores or shady internet dealers. Why spend $90 on an air fryer when NutCrusher2378 will sell you one for the low, low price of one feet pic?
Inhale. Exhale.
You once read an article that stated that meditation can decrease stress, pressure, and homicidal tendencies within a person. You glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, your patience waning as the minutes ticked by. Clearly, fifteen Blood Dragon Mango Orange and sitting in silence for 30 minutes wasnât doing much for the overbearing burden that is your life. Now, why would a well-balanced person with their own apartment, car, and a source of income need to destress. Despite what your parents tell you every text, call, and holiday you were actually doing very good for yourself. So, why do you have the urge to burn down your apartment building and start smashing every building within a 25 mile radius?
One man.
One incredulous hot as fuck piece of shit man.
Toji Fushiguro, the enigmatic man who had become an unpredictable fixture in your life. You are currently dating a sorcerer that canât even afford getting a Twix from a vending machine. To be honest, you wouldnât even really call what you two have a ârelationshipâ. Your so-called relationship was nothing more than a precarious balance of convenience, a twisted dance of give and take where you supplied the resources and he⊠well, he took. The more appropriate name for this would be a âsituationshipâ. You cringe any time you or your friends bring up your relationship with him. Like a gross, oozing pimple on prom night, you just want to cover it up and pretend it doesnât exist. Except the gross, oozing pimple is a 6â1, 190 lbs., lazy, overconfident, sex machine that kills and bums money from everyone just to bet it on a horse named âLucky McCockâ because âwith a name like that, he fucks the competitionâ.
The sound of keys jingling outside your door broke the concentrated silence, and you inadvertently flinched and felt your heart sink as Tojiâs unmistakable footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without so much as a warning, he barged into your apartment, his devil-may-care grin lighting up his face. Why in the name of Kwon Ji-yong did you ever think giving him a key would be a good idea?!
âHey there, sweetheart,â he greeted casually, tossing his dirty musty jacket that you bought for him onto the couch. âMiss me?â
You rolled your eyes, the familiar blend of annoyance and resignation settling over you like a thick, suffocating fog. âYou were only gone for three weeks this time. Hardly long enough to miss you.â
Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze wandering around the room before landing on the half-empty bag of potato chips on your coffee table. âHungry,â he declared, making a beeline for the kitchen without waiting for your response.
You sighed inwardly, resigning yourself to yet another evening of Tojiâs impromptu visits. As he raided your fridge with the same energy as an ungrateful college student that drops off his laundry and eats your food, you couldnât help but wonder why you continued to tolerate his antics. Perhaps itâs his gorgeous face that even when nothing but bullshit and snarky remarks come out of it makes you want to sit on it. Or itâs his amazing daddy body that can go round after round with you, but canât be bothered to move two feet to pick up the remote. Or maybe you have an undiscovered broke as fuck boyfriend kink that makes you dummy stupid.
âWhy does it smell like a bunch of temple bastards took a shit in your living room?â
Or maybe, just maybe, you died long ago and this is your eternal hell.
*****
The weeks passed in a blur of half-hearted promises and fleeting moments of intimacy. Tojiâs presence in your life remained as unpredictable as ever, his disappearances becoming a twisted routine that you had grown all too accustomed to.
âAre we even dating?â
A thought suddenly popped into your head. You felt as if your stomach had hit the brakes hard after going over 90 on the interstate. What was really the point of this relationship? Well, itâs not like you both donât get anything out of it. You both get amazing, mind-blowing sex and he gets a place to crash, food to eat, and money to spend on whatever dumb shit he likes.
âŠ
You know, after laying it down like that, thereâs obviously a clear winner that benefits from this in the long run.
However, just when you thought you had reached your breaking point, Toji dropped a bombshell that caught you completely off guard.
âIâm taking you out,â he announced one evening, his expression unusually earnest as he met your gaze. âA fancy date, with all that romantic shit you always bitch about.â
Toji grinned mischievously, a spark of excitement hinting in his eyes. âItâs a surprise,â he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. âBut trust me, youâre gonna love it.â
You honestly doubt that. You know better than to get your hopes high when it comes to Tojiâs promises. He either doesnât deliver or doesnât show up. Either way, you end up looking like a dumb bitch at the end of the day in your friendâs group chat. Yet, for some unknown reason, you found yourself getting excited.
*****
âWhy do I have to be blindfolded for this?â you groaned as Toji guided you throughout the crowded sidewalk. The city buzzed with life around you, its neon lights casting an otherworldly glow as you navigate your way through the labyrinth of alleyways and side streets. You felt the slight breeze of people walking past you and felt the questioning gazes burn into you.
âWouldnât be a surprise if you could see where we were going, would it?â he whispered into your ear. âWeâre almost there anywayâŠâ
You felt anxiety and interest build in the pit of your stomach, your curiosity piqued as you drew closer to your destination. What sort of extravagant affair had Toji planned for you that you need a blindfold to go there? An underground Michelin-starred restaurant? A moonlit stroll along the riverbanks? An eyes-wide shut party?
As Toji finally came to a stop, you felt your stomach drop and heart race as he reached up to remove the blindfold from your eyes, his lips curling into a triumphant grin.
âVoila!â he exclaimed, gesturing grandly at the dimly lit building in front of you.
Your eyes widened in disbelief as you took in the scene before you. You both stood outside a familiar chain restaurant, its red gaudy mascot sign illuminated in garishly bright white letters against the night sky.
Red Lobster.
You blinked in confusion, struggling to process the sheer absurdity of what was happening.
âRed⊠Lobster?â you echoed incredulously, your voice laced with disbelief.
Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening into a boyish smirk. âTold ya it was fancy as shit.â
âŠ
âWHAAAAAAAAATTT?!!!â
*****
Words could not describe the unbridled rage you were feeling right now. You could power a small village for 5 years with the amount of fury emanating from you. You sat slumped in the booth with a furious scowl stuck on your face as you stared fiercely at the lying moron currently stuffing his face with Cheddar Bay Biscuits. After gulping down three of the biscuits, he finally looks up at you.
ââs matter with you?â
âYou know damn well whatâs the matter with me, Toji.â you seethed.
A few seconds of silence passed as he gulped down the rest of the biscuits. His face remained stoic as he looked you in the eyes.
âYou gotta take a shit or somethinâ?â
You slammed your fists against the table, sitting up straight and leaning over the table, the jarring sound of the utensils and cups on the table shook people from their conversations and turned their attention towards your table. You could care less what those slack jawed NPCs thought of you. Your attention was focused solely on your smug ass boyfriend.
âToji,â you breathed harshly, âwhat the fuck am I wearing right now?â
âHuuh?â
âWhat the fuck do I have on right now? What kind of clothes do I have on?â You were shaking at this point.
Toji grinned at you smugly. âWhatever it is, itâs hot as fuck.â
âOf course itâs hot as fuck, Toji. And you wanna know why Iâm wearing this hot as fuck outfit in this building of impending salmonella poisoning? Because you told me that we were going to a fancy and romantic place. Where people, oh I donât know, donât need to take a Pepto Bismol before and after dinner, where waiters speak in a posh accent but you know deep down that they only make 12 dollars an hour, where the food is served relatively fresh and not sitting in a deep-freeze for half year and warmed in a fucking microwave! But no! Here I am, looking like a 100 out of 10 sitting in a stained red booth, at a sticky table, sitting across from a man who looks like I just dragged a homeless man off the street just so I donât look like a desperate loser coming into a fucking Red Lobster by myself!â
You ended your rant, panting and dropped back into your booth and cradled your head in your arms on the table. You knew this would happen. You just knew it! Leave it to a man with no concept of child support or how a garbage disposal works to take you anywhere relatively nice. The soft chattering and murmurs of the other patrons around you continued on, but you could feel eyes on you specifically. You groaned, not even bothering to raise your head.
âJesus Christ⊠you couldnât even pick a fucking Papadeux? Fucking Red LobsterâŠâ
âHey, donât knock it till you try it,â he quipped, his mouth full of Cheddar Bay Biscuits.
âI have tried it, Toji. Everyone and their great-grandmother comes to fucking Red Lobster at least once for a birthday-anniversary-graduation-bullshit.â
âWell, itâs the thought that counts, right?â
âToji, your âthoughtâ doesnât count for shit.â
You didnât see it, but Toji flinched at your words. A pang of dejection flashed across his face, but just as you rose your head he turned his face back to stoic.
âWhereâs the damn waiter?â he muttered, looking around. âAYO! Can we get some damn service?!â Toji loudly called, snapping his fingers.
Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his arm. âOh my fucking⊠Toji!â
Before he could say anything, a nervous looking waiter walked up to your booth.
âHello guys, my name is Tommy and I will be your waiter today. Can I get you guys started with anything?â
âUh, yeah, lemme get a mufuckinâ uuuuhhhhhhhhhâŠâ This went on for a full two minutes. âLemme get the unlimited oysters.â
You quirked your eyebrow at Toji with a perplexed look as the waiter jotted down his order. âReally? The oysters?â
He lazily nodded.
âAre you sure you wanna lock that in, baby?â
He nodded again, looking disgruntled that you would question his choice of food.
âLike, 100%? Are you really, really sure thatâs what you wanna get?â
Toji tilted his head at you. âYou questioning me?â
You raised your eyebrows passively and opened your menu. âAlrightâŠâ you remark, âItâs your funeralâŠâ You muttered the last part under your breath.
The waiter sensing the tension amongst you two, hurried along the order conversation. âAnd what would you like to drink?â
âAll your drinks are boring, so nothing.â he answered in dismissal, tossing the menu at Tommy who barely managed to catch it.
âAnd what would you like to order?â He directed his attention towards you.
âIâll have the grilled half lobster with lemon butter, a tomahawk steak, and a bottle of Gin, please.â you answered, handing the menu to him.
âA-A bottleâŠ?â Tommy the waiter stuttered. âWe can mix it into a drink if you preferredââ
âI said what I said.â You looked at the basket on the table. âAnd can we get some more cheddar biscuits please?â
Tommy nodded with a bow. âOf course. Iâll be back with your drinks and some more biscuits for the table.â And with that, he scurried off.
Toji threw you a smug grin and whistled cheekily. âWooow, babe. I didnât know I was dining with royalty.â he chastised and you groaned. âDonât expect me to pay for your share.â
âPssh. Please Toji. With what money? Itâs so obvious that Iâm paying for this meal.â
âWait, really?â
âDuh, Toji! Of course Iâm paying for it! Itâs practically routine at this point.â You groan out, annoyed and rolling your eyes. âItâs the main thing you use me for anywayâŠâ
The air is immediately coated in awkward tension between the two of you. Itâs not like you said anything wrong. This is Toji Fushiguro youâre talking about. The man only wants three things out of life: sex, money, and to sail through life never paying for anything. You fiddled with your fingernails to fill the dead air when you heard Toji smack his lips at you.
âCanât you go one fucking second without bitchinâ at me for something so worthless?â he muttered. âWhat the hellâs wrong Red Lobster? Red Lobster is the epitome of sophistication. The ambiance, the seafood⊠it's all about setting the mood, babe.â
âSophistication?â You scoff and look your boyfriend dead in his eyes. âToji⊠you eat at fucking Burger King.â
âDo NOT disrespect the King!â Toji's smile faltered slightly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.
âThe King is dead, Toji! Deeeaaad! He ODâd 25 years ago just like everyone else who eats at Burger King!â you shout, no longer caring about raising your voice. âPeople only eat Burger King because they have to! Never because they want to! Because if that were the case, then everyone would go to McDonaldâs! Their food is leagues better!â
âTheir Whoppers are a culinary masterpiece.â he seethed at you.
You snort. âOh yes! Youâre so right, Toji. Mm-mm! Yummy! Because nothing turns my appetite on more than a soggy burger and a 72% chance of food poisoning! Or you could just spend the extra dollar and get a Big Mac like the rest of society! And chicken nuggets with actual chicken!â
It was now Tojiâs turn to scoff. âYou just donât understand the peak gourmet culinary complexities that is Burger King.â
âI would rather lick the inside of a Taco Bell bathroom toilet than eat a single chicken fry from Burger King. At least with the Taco Bell toilet thereâd be remnants of edible food! Itâs bottom tier, Toji. Where else in the world do you get âbuffalo nuggetsâ for $3?! And why would you pay for that?! 10 piece chicken nuggets for $2?! Whatâre you, suicidal?!â
âItâs cheap and delicious!â
âItâs rat meat and smells like something threw up in a deep fryer and you fucking know it! Itâs right there next to Arbyâs.â
âOh! So, now youâre dissing Arbyâs?!â
âYou bet your beautiful chiseled ass Iâm dissing fucking Arbyâs!â
âAnd whatâs fucking wrong with Arbyâs, huh?!â
âItâs rat food, Toji! Itâs all rat food!â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?!â
âHave you ever been inside an Arbyâs, Toji? Hmm? The people that eat there are either tasteless morons that think Jack in the Box is âtoo expensiveâ or using the spot waiting for their Fentanyl dealer. Itâs just like Burger King. You only go there because you have to, not because you want to.â
Toji leaned in, eyes dark. âYou wouldnât know good food if it came up to your doorstep with roses, wiped its feet off at the door, and fucked your throat.â
âOh, is that right?!â
âUm! Excuse meâŠâ a meek voice spoke up. You both whipped your heads to see your waiter trembling with a bottle of Gin and basket of cheddar biscuits in his hands. You both leaned back in your seats as he hurriedly placed drink and food on the table. âYour food will be here shortlyâŠâ Before he could dash off, you grabbed him by the sleeve.
âHold on there, Tommy. Settle something for us, wouldâja?â
âOh, please donât incorporate me in whatever this isââ
âArbyâs, Burger King, or McDonaldâs? Which one would you eat?â
Tommy stood in silence for a few seconds before whispering a tiny scared âwhat?â
âThe fuck you asking him for?!â
âBecause unlike you, he has a job and doesnât live off of gambling tickets and random women to buy his meals! Now Tommy, choose!â
âU-U-Ummm⊠well, considering Iâve gotten food poisoning from all three restaurants, Iâd still choose McDonaldâs any dayâŠâ
âWhat?!â
You smirk at Toji victoriously. âThank you, Tommy. You just earned yourself a 80% tip.â
And with that, Tommy scurried off again.
âGod! You can never just be fucking grateful for anything, huh?! You just have to whine and nag and complain about everything in that pissy little condensating tone of yours!â
âTell me, Toji. What should I be grateful for? Hm? Sh-Should I be grateful that you put in the bare minimum for a date or that you even remember my name at all?â
ââŠâ
âShould I be grateful that you even came back to me at all and not dead somewhere, shanked and killed in the street, like an overlooked hooker that the cops donât give a shit about?â
Toji remained silent.
âYou know what, Toji. Youâre right. I should be grateful. Iâll be grateful knowing that when this dinner ends I can go back home and not have to deal with you for another 4 months. Maybe around that time youâll find someone else to be a wallet for you.â
You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, ending the conversation dead in the water. Again, you missed the pain in Tojiâs eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows and slowly continued chewing. Not too long after, Tommy came back with your food. Staring down at the shiny, plastic-looking food before you, you grimace. The overpowering smell of the oysters churned your stomach and waned your appetite with each passing second. Pushing past your mixture of disgust and resignation, you begin to eat your food.
This dinner is the definition of âabsolutely donkey dicksâ. You couldnât even consider the food you were eating as actual âfoodâ. Plastic toy food from a childâs playset looks and smells more appetizing. The only thing that you can swallow without gagging is the bottle of Gin which is slowly asking for a refill. You sighed as you looked up from your plate and saw Toji slurping down oyster after oyster. You pushed the food around your plate with little enthusiasm.
Toji attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but his efforts fell flat in the suffocating silence that hung between you two.
Toji cleared his throat in an attempt to once again start a conversation causing you to look at him downcast. âSo, uh, howâs the food?â he asked tentatively, his voice tinged with unfamiliar uncertainty.
You glanced up at him with a weary sigh, your disappointment written plainly across your face. âThe lobster tastes like those bouncy balls you get from quarter machines drenched in garlic and butter and the steak is both ice cold and boiling lava hot.â You look back at your food. âHowâs your oysters? Good?â
âDelectable. Like slurping down The God of Lust and Warâs plump pearls.â
âUghâŠâ
The silence stretched on between you two, the weight of your unspoken frustrations hanging heavy in the air. Toji let out a heavy sigh bringing your attention back to him.
âLook, uh⊠Y/NâŠâ Toji started fidgeting. âI know this date is total shit. Worse than shit probably. Nobody likes fucking Red Lobster. Being in this place makes me want to set fire to the building trapping all these wrinkly white-haired fucks and servant dicks to burn. Agonizingly. But I would save you! And the Cheddar Bay Biscuits fuuuck that shit is amazing!â
You raised your eyebrow, but let him continue.
âYou were right. I am⊠banned from most places. Fuck, I mean did you know that I was banned from Chiliâs AND Applebeeâs? Like, why the fuck would I even be in those shitholes?â
âThat⊠probably has something to do with you setting fire to their parking lot and spray painting âFUCK YOUR TAXESâ on their windows respectively at multiple locations.â
âOh yeeahh⊠damn. That was a great Halloween.â
âYeah⊠it was interesting⊠watching you eat an entire 5-pound chocolate peep marshmallow and utterly lose your mind in what I can only describe as a hellish sugar rush.â
âWhatever. The point is⊠I⊠I really tried, yâknow?â he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. âI said a lot of shit and promised a whole fucking thing, but in reality⊠this is all I can do⊠Like, legally or whateverâŠâ
You stared at Toji in somewhat disbelief. You were witnessing something striking and shocking. Were you actually seeing Toji being⊠remorseful? The Toji Fushiguro?
âSo⊠not to be all⊠stupid and pathetic⊠but⊠yâknow⊠IâmâŠâ
âYouâre?â
âIâm⊠thmrrryâŠâ
âYouâre what?â You leaned in.
âMm mpfrrf!â
âToji, I canât understand you. Get your hand away from your mouth.â
âIâm sorry!â he shouted. âThere. I said it.â
Your eyes widen in surprise. You bit the inside of your cheek just to make sure you werenât dreaming. âWoah, TojiâŠâ you mutter, stunned. âI didnât think those words were capable of forming. I always thought that if you even tried saying it youâd vomit up blood and your intestines would explode.â
âFucking⊠whatever, okay! Donât make a big deal outta it. I only said it âcuz I wanted toâŠ!â He was blushing and fidgeting more. âBut thatâs not all.â
Toji reached into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out a small velvet black box, his expression awkward and face slightly red as he pushed it across the table to you.
"I,⊠uhâŠ, got you something," he grumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and avoiding meeting your eyes. âJustâ donât make a big deal over itâŠâ
You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Your skepticism warring at the unfamiliar genuine tone shift as you opened the box. You gasped softly. Inside the box, a beautiful arctic blue shone brighter than all the dim lights in the restaurant. You looked at Toji then back at the necklace. You were honestly speechless and your heart immediately softened into soft serve ice cream.
âHappy anniversaryâŠâ he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
âToji, this isâŠâ you began, at a loss for words as you struggled to adjust to the sweet gesture that was foreign to Tojiâs entire personality. âThis is the sweetest and most beautiful thing youâve ever done. Thank you, Toji.â
Toji softly frowned bashfully, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. âGood,â he stated firmly. âBut, uh⊠just donât wear it outside. Itâs stolen.â
âStolen?â you echoed.
âYeah. An old buddy owed me a favor after getting rid of a few⊠pests for him. He said I could take anything as compensation so I took The Tears of Benzaiten. I was gonna pawn it, but then I thought of you and⊠shit yâknowâŠâ he trailed off, the blush growing on his face. âThen a few days later, he put a bounty on it and got all fucking weird about it. So, just⊠donât wear it anywhere, got it? I like your face and I wouldnât want a bunch of scars and bruises ruining it.â
âToji. Are you seriously telling me that Iâm holding a Japanese national treasure with a big enough bounty that I could be killed just for holding it and you are just giving it to me in a Red Lobster for our anniversary?â
Toji shrugged nonchalantly. âY/N, youâre much more beautiful than some stupid necklace made from the tears of Goddess worth 90 billion Yen. And you know that if anyone came within 20 feet of you, Iâd rip out their esophagus and crumple their pathetic human bodies into nothing.â
You sat in stunned silence trying to process all the information that was just thrown on you. You looked down at the necklace. Suddenly, you started to giggle. Then, your giggles turned to laughter. You put your head down as your laughter grew louder and louder. After a few moments and murmurs from other patrons later, you raised your head and leaned your cheek against your hand.
âToji Fushiguro, youâre soâŠâ You tried to find the words to describe the absurdity happening right now. âImpossible.â you remarked fondly, a smile tugging at your lips. âBut I love you for it.â
Toji smirked proudly.
âBut, I hate to break it to you baby⊠todayâs not our anniversary.â
Toji's smirk immediately diminished. âWhat?! Yeah, it is!â
You shook your head, still smiling. âAfraid not, baby. You see⊠we donât have an anniversary.â
âYeah we do! We had our first date and everything!â
âWe met at the track, went to a bar, and then had sex. Then, you disappeared for a week then you came back and we had make up sex. Other than that, youâve been gone for about 75% of this relationship. This is technically the only date weâve been on that didnât end with me getting drunk and us having loud sex in the bathroom.â
âSo⊠itâs not our anniversary?â
You shook your head again.
âFUCK!â Toji shouted, slamming his hand on the table with a loud crash and groaning into the booth.
You slightly giggled and put the necklace in your bag. You gently grabbed Tojiâs hand and he flinched slightly at your sudden touch.
âIf this were our anniversary, it would be the best anniversary ever.â You kissed his hand and stood up, looking down at his flushed face. âCome on.â you gestured, throwing some money with a big tip as promised on the table. âLetâs go home.â
Toji smiled and took your hand as you both left the restaurant, much to the other patrons' relief. As you both made your way back to the apartment, you had a small flicker of hope. For the future. For the relationship. For Toji.
It started out as a really shitty date, but turns out, deep down, Toji can be romantic. In his own way, of course.
When you both entered the apartment, Toji grabbed your hips and kissed you deeply. You melted into arms and moaned into the kiss. He pulled away with a smirk.
âYou taste like garlic butter Gin.â
âAnd you taste like oysters.â
You stepped away from him and walked towards the living room.
âAnd where the hell are you going?â Toji asked, following close behind.
âWell, weâve had makeup sex, angry sex, drunk sex, bathroom sex, and Scandinavian Yeti sex. But I donât think weâve had âanniversaryâ sex yet.â
Toji grinned smugly as he rushed you and threw you over his shoulder. âFuck yeah! Iâm not gonna let ya sleep tonight!â Toji roared, giving your ass a smack. You let out a gasp and laugh.
You hated this man sometimes, but you couldnât deny the amount of love you had for him too.
This truly was the best anniversary ever.
~Omake~
âUrrreeeghâŠ! Urg⊠fuckâŠâ
âI told you not to eat those oysters, baby.â you soothed, rubbing Toji back gently.
Halfway through sexy time, Toji jumped off of you and started to feel the horrible after effects of Red Lobster oysters. You cringed as Toji continued to retch, groan, and spit all of his dinner in the toilet bowl.
âIâll kill those bastardsâŠ! Iâll slit their throats and dance on their backs! Iâll get thoseâ ugh! Oh god⊠bleerghh!â
You sigh and smile softly at his very real threats. You stepped out of the bathroom and put on some clothes.
âWhere you goinâ! Weâre not⊠urgh⊠done yet!â
âWell, weâre gonna be here for a while, baby. I donât know much about sorcerers, but Iâm pretty sure I can recognize the symptoms of food poisoning.â
Toji groaned. âFucking Red Lobster⊠making me miss out on anniversary sexâŠâ
âIâll be back in a few. Youâre gonna need some water, Pepto Bismol, soda, crackers, and light snacks to keep down.â
âNooo⊠donât goâŠâ he wearily waved at you to come back.
You leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, smiling gently at the sick man. âDo you want anything? I can get you some scratch off tickets. Dragon Stars Lotto. Those are your favorite, right?â
Toji smiled weakly. âYouâre an angel, baby.â
You kissed the back of Toji's neck and smiled as he shuddered against your lips.
âWhen you get back, Iâm gonna fuck the memories of anyone else outta you.â
You laughed, grabbed your bag, and left the apartment. Smiling and hopeful for whatâs to come next.
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a/n: yo. sorry i've been gone for so long. been trying to find a new job and then suddenly decided to learn blender animation for some reason. (if anyone can give me tips it would be much appreciated) so i started working on this in February for like a valentine's thing then looked up and saw that is April so... happy april fool's! or whatever... enjoy a not so serious toji fic. more to come soon.
Do you think you could share more child kimonos? Or do they tend to not have as detailed designs on them?
Hi :) It's true I don't post many children kimono here. It's mainly because:
Children kimono often have kids in them (duh xD), and tbh I am not super confortable sharing kids pictures on the net. Many Japanese people anonymize their private pictures, but still reposting kids pics truly feels like intruding their privacy. This leave mainly photoshoots as a source.
Children don't often wear kimono nowadays. You can sometimes catch cute jinbei/yukata with modern/novelty patterns during summertime. But most of the time, kimono are worn for formal event such as miyamairi and shichigosan and the patterns/styling are often super classical (and a bit meh to my taste :S).
Follow those links to get a better idea of the different looks 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 .
Kids' kimono materials and patterns can be as plain or as luscious as adult's ones. Main differences between adult vs kid kimono are some tailoring points :
the sleeves, especially tighter/rounder funazokosode or genrokukosode sleeves (which won't catch and tear easily, see shapes here),
the tsukehimo (sewn-on ties for easy dressing)
the various -age tucks, accomodating a kid's growth into an adult size kimono
I sometimes come across fun photoshoots, I'll try to look for some more :D In the meantime, enjoy those past notes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4