♯ — hirofumi receiving a little special gift from you.
∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff
ⅲ — wrote this on my own free will. enjoy!
“this for me?” hirofumi asked, dangling the keychain with his middle finger watching it slowly repeat the motions: back and forth.
you answered him with a small grin and an audible ‘mhm’ as you watched his ministrations on the keychain. he gently gazed at the tentacles that connected to the octopus, examining the object very closely and conspicuously.
his eyes followed every move that the octopus connected to the keychain made. he never took his gaze off the object. to be honest, you found it frightening that he was so indulged in this animal object that you bought him when he got back from devil hunting.
suddenly, the movement of the keychain and hirofumi’s finger stopped. he placed the octopus keychain on his house key—made specifically to get in and out of your shared apartment. “thank you very much, love. i’m blessed to have a person like you in my life.” hirofumi said, extending his arms, internally asking for a warm, comfortable hug.
you telepathically answered that internal request, giving hirofumi a big and welcoming hug. he embraced the warmth of your connected bodies, taking in every soft moment that he could possibly find in this activity. “i love you so much, you don’t understand.” hirofumi said, placing a long, loving kiss on your temple.
you giggled at the physical feeling of his soft lips on your skin as you returned the favor—this time on his cheek.
“i love you too, ‘fumi. i hope you enjoy your gift.”
hirofumi let out a low hum as he exited out of the warm comfort he was previously in.
↬ request from anon ; Hello I request headcanons for Yoshida Hirofumi and that the reader likes reading books. I hope you have an amazing day.
↬ notes ; yoshida hirofumi x gn!reader, fluff, headcanons
↬ from ice ; hirofumi is so cute i hope he gets more screentime in the next arc hehe,,, also i think i changed the prompt a lil but i hope u like it :>
↬ warning(s) ; mild csm spoilers, use of petnames (babe)
↬ please reblog ! it helps a lot :)
since both you and yoshida are still in highschool, you both tend to frequent the school library, apparently for 'studying'. in reality, you get distracted by the new storybook you're reading and your boyfriend gets bored of revising after two seconds. ( he's the annoying type of student who always manages to get good grades even when he doesn't study. )
so, you'll be nose deep in your book, completely transported to a different fantastical world, but your clingy boyfriend wants your attention. yoshida can and will do the stupidest stunts to get it – he will literally try everything except ask you directly.
first, he'll sigh dramatically, like the deep kind that makes it seem as if he's shouldering the weight of the entire world. no kidding, he will be right beside you groaning and sighing in the most exaggerated way possible. since you're barely looking up though, you just assume that he's struggling with a maths question or something and don't bother asking him about it.
yoshida feels like crying and rolling around on the floor, but he'd never do that because it would ruin his cool image. so, instead of just clearing his throat and asking you like any sane person, he summons his devil and uses the octopus tentacle to poke you. evidently being touched by the slimy thing surprises you and you slam the book shut with your eyes widening in surprise, "what was that?!"
but when you look at him, yoshida is resting his chin on one hand and gazing at you with an innocent smile, "what are you talking about, babe?" you know he's up to no good, but you can't help but melt when you look at his teasing expression, especially when he continues, "i was just admiring how adorable you look while reading." the embarrassed way you bury your face in your palms and can't meet his eyes is more than enough motivation for yoshida to finish studying the entire curriculum that day.
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i love ur writing!!!! any thoughts on yoshida with a fem s/o who’s also a private devil hunter like him?
aaaah thank you!1 sorry for being so absent ;-; I've been having a bad time dealing with a break up
I think Yoshida would honestly know about you before you know about him. Being a private devil hunter is a competitive market, is he getting paid hourly or on commission? Who knows! but either way, much like the artist commission market, if you price yourself too low you may inadvertently hurt the overall market!
So when you're starting out, Yoshida will definitely see you as competition. After all, his work is his resume so he can't afford to slip, but he needs to keep it competitive to match with other private devil hunters.
Yoshida probably scouts you as competition to see how good you are at being a devil hunter. I mean you have to be a little good to be alive this long, right?
I think if anything he's kind of a dick. Like he makes it known he's following you, scouting you. Doesn't help you at all. Just sits and watch you either do your job or get your ass beat.
From there, it's a game of cat and mouse. Purposefully trying to get Yoshida to fight with you, or become business partners, while he playfully and kind of crudely says he can do better than you. (Ouch!)
He won't always be around you, he is a college student and does eventually have better things to do than follow you around.
Which is fine, but after a while you kind of miss that presence just standing around behind you.
I feel like you will meet him again but by pure chance, and during this time that is your chance to ask him out on a date!
Maybe you meet him at class, or at the super market, or maybe you're partnered after the same devil! Who knows, either way, strike while the iron is hot! Will he tease you mercilessly? Yes. But he won't say no!! I feel like Yoshida is a slightly fickle person, having interest from interest to person but never bothering to do dates.
Asking him out on a date while he's still interested in you will definitely help you with getting places!
I think in the long run he would have mixed feelings about having you as a business partner. It's not exactly a good idea to mix feelings in the business of hunting devils. But he also can't bear the thought of you getting hurt just cause he wasn't there.
As for when you're together, he's much like tsukishima kei: his love language is just playful teasing. Smirking after making a joke. Being a cocky asshole. "Well since IM the better devil hunter you should totally give me lots of love and affection as a reward- I've very clearly earned it!"
; inglorious bastard (Crown Prince!Hirofumi Yoshida x Bodyguard!F!Y/N)
; drama, sick romance, and mild angst (one shot)
; Tyrannical princes don’t care for their subordinates, especially the ones of the lower caste yet Hirofumi Yoshida is more than willing to show just how far and how much he cares for you -- his cute little soldat.
Warnings: language, crossdressing!Y/N, mentions of social class, mentions of war, blood, violence, attempted rape (verbal harrasement), mild yandere!yoshida (soldat is french for soldier)
notes: the title of the oneshot banner is entitled, 'running away at night' havent read it but yeah, i finally get to write for chainsaw man oof T-T @bachirawr thanks for the push missmaam :")
csm library
The god of luck had never been by your side.
Now that you look at it, as your ass lands flat on the rough soil of the stables with your back pressed against the hard wooden fence with three full sized men in front of you, you’ve come to accept the fact that this might be the end for you.
Of course, you could fight them.
They had more handicaps than you had, their stances were off and relaxed. It would be easy for you to try and dismantle their little group.
You were considered to be a prodigy of swordsmanship after all, the eldest ‘boy’ of your family who is apparently going to bring fame and glory back to your fallen house. A story that could be told to children. For usually, these tales would lead to happily ever after and beautiful endings. At least, that’s what it was supposed to be.
In your case though, it was the opposite.
This is because you are no man.
You are a woman through and through.
Your older brother, the one whose name you had stolen, is a coward. He had ran away along with his lover to elope in a far-off town, only to leave a letter addressed to your weary mother and sickly father. With the war brewing in the west and the blood shed not even stopping for a moment, the emperor had ordered each house may it be the poor, the ones fallen from grace, or the rich to send one male to participate in the battlefield.
You couldn’t let your father go, he may have served twenty or so years ago but he’s feeble and at times, amnesic and careless due to age, something you couldn’t blame him for. The very moment he steps foot in the battlefield, he’d be as good as gone and that would only affect your poor mother’s mental health and well-being. Your youngest brother, on the other hand, was only sixteen years of age when the news of the war had broken out. It’s clear he was too young and immature to face such terrors. His swordsmanship, as well, wasn’t as good as yours nor your older brother’s. You could tell that he wouldn't last even a minute out here.
You had to step up to save face and try to give your family their glory back.
It’s a shame that with the events going on in front of you now you wouldn’t be able to do so. The ones who had found you out were sons of earls and viscounts and your father was only but a knight, of a fallen peerage at that. If you were to hurt them, you could have your hands cut off and your eyes gouged out. If you were to sit still and let them have their way with you, there is no telling what would happen after, especially if you got caught. The crowned prince that you served would have your head separated from your body due to perjury.
The tyrant prince hated liars, most especially.
You draw your lips between your teeth, enough to taste the coppery rancid on your palette whilst you try to think of a better response to the circumstance you were in, “No wonder the crowned prince likes having you around, L/N…” the brunette grinned, bending down to your level to trace a finger up your jaw. Their is only abhorrence painted on your features to show distaste towards them, “Not only are you not hard to look at but you also have holes enough for us…” you try to not let the fear waver you, instead, you only spat at there boots.
“You better hope for shit I won’t have your heads sent back to your families…” your e/c hues are only filled by fire and blood, if they were going to do what you think they were doing, you might as well cut off their limbs.
The man lets out a belly-load of laughter, not even scared because they knew you were just a girl now, “What’cha gon’ do about it, princess?” the other one teased, his accent leaking off as he bends down to your level, “You can’t touch us, were-”
Before he could even finish his sentence, you grab him by the hair, letting his face kiss the ground. The remaining pair had their eyes as wide as saucers when their companion let out a painful wheeze, their positions comprised. The man’s crimson substance trickled down his nose and stained the sacred grounds of the crowned prince’s personal stable.
You were going to get in trouble for this but you might as well go down there with a proper fight. Swiftly, you grab one of the sticks at the back and snap them in half, bending downwards in a fighting stance, “You do know that his highness has me on the battlefield, right?” you tilt your head, raising your self-built weapon, “...Right next to him...Do you actually think that I’m just there for decoration?” your eyes narrow explicitly, pointing at the sharp end of the stake.
The one on the ground tries to raise his head but you only kick him square at the face, letting him out another groan. This was the problem with men, they loved to think that women were like glass.
Vulnerable.
Destructible.
It’s a shame that they forgot that if they tried to break it, it could cut them and make them bleed.
“You fucking bi-” one of them tries to explain, reaching out to throw a sloppy punch but you easily dodge him and jab the blunt part of the stick to his stomach. Despite the military training, noble men were easier to pummel down than the ones of the lower caste. Ironically, they were not as strong or daunting as the crowned prince you serve. They were idiots who could be lumped with the likes of a court jester.
You turn to the other one, kicking him in the nether regions and before the bloody nose individual could get ahold of you, you grab him by the neck, arm locking him and pointing the sharp end of the stick at his neck, pressing it lightly just so he could feel the end, “Anyone goes near, I’m puncturing the veins and this guy dies on the spot.” he only lets out a loud squeak, face turning ashen white that you seemed to be serious with your threat.
“Huh,” a familiar voice interrupts the four of you, making your hair stand on the end. Your tunneled vision finds a very familiar and ominous presence standing there, an amused smile on his lips as he slowly raises his hands to give a round of applause as if he was engrossed by some sick opera, “You never cease to amaze me, my little soldat…” you shakily let go of the noble, dropping the handmade weapon to the ground.
“Your...your highness…” you’re immediately on your knees, head tilted downwards, not even daring to look him in the eye. The three nobles follow suit, fear flowing through their veins as well from the ill-humored royal in front of you.
With obsidian eyes that could rival the night, midnight-black hair swept to the side, and a strapping built from being the front-liner of the war for the past four years; Hirofumi Yoshida’s beauty could be comparable to a fallen angel. The man was as cruel and could be the incarnate of Lucifer himself. He lived in blood shed, bathed in chaos, and only was interested in having the throne for himself.
You knew he was just waiting patiently to strike them all down to get what he wanted.
Everyone was just his prey.
“Don’t stop on my account, my cute soldat…” he walks towards the four of you, the heavy footsteps of his boots are the only thing that can be heard, “They were bothering you, weren’t they?” he turns to them, “You do know I don’t like my people getting touched, right?” He only draws a small part of his blade and the men’s eyes widen. faces turning ashy and grey at the sudden threat.
Yoshida had a facet of insanity, every tyrant had one because no one of the sane mind would commit those different atrocities, only he was better at hiding it, “It’s merely a little spat, your highness.” You try to play down the situation, not wanting to see carnage in front of you, “I-I was at fault…” you shut your eyes tight.
“Huh…” the raven-haired smile turned upside down at your response and without even saying anything more, he unsheathed his sword, slitting one of the individuals head down with not even a single bit of hesitation, the sound of a head falling and rolling down the ground makes you internally shake while his other companions let out a small shriek.
Despite seeing such violence these past four years, his unfazed attitude towards butchery was something else.
“You two,” he points the sharp end of his sword, “Leave... unless you want to be living pieces of meat for the wolves tonight...”
You watch them scamper away like rats yet you remain on the spot. You try to maintain your calm façade, had he heard of the conversation? What would he ever do to you, now? You want to raise your hand, maybe even beg for him to spare you if he had ever heard you but he only thumbs down the blood that sullied your features.
“You have something to say to me, my little soldat?”
“I- your highness-” you try to stammer out an excuse but you could hear him clicking his tongue in dismay. You were done for, he’d have your head in a pike. Worse, he’d deliver it to your family’s front door.
You could only imagine your mother’s face.
You’re ready to be the receiving end of his blade but instead of the sharp end, only callus hands cup one of your cheek as he bends down to your eye level. Dilated pupils only stare at your fear stricken ones, his rough fingers tilt your head to face him, “My, I’m quite stupid…” he remarks, “How could I not have known that my cute little soldat is actually a woman?”
When the devil finds out who you truly are, you could only hope that he’d strike a deal at the expense of your life but you know that this tyrannical prince was not that merciful, “I-I...I have committed agave sin and I shall pay with my life, your majesty.” You try to look down but he tightens his hold, refusing to let you go, “Please don’t kill my family, they know nothing of this.” you truthfully spoke.
The midnight-haired prince continues to smile, how adorable. No wonder you bathed separately from all the other swines and you’d usually avoid his gaze and turn slightly red when he tried to change in front of you and invited you to that hot spring one time.
It seemed like that fifth year resignation wouldn’t be a problem anymore. By the looks of it, he could have you by his side permanently now. His cute little soldat, forever by his side.
“Now why would I kill my cute little soldat?” he hummed, continuing to cup your cheek. You could feel a jolt of ominous darkness fill your thoughts, nothing would ever come good after this, “I’m not sure if you’ve heard but I’m looking for an empress...I’m sure the empire would value a strong and strategic individual such as you as my partner…”
There is only the inability to even let out a reply, the tightness of breath as if someone had ripped out your voice box. That wasn't the response you were prepared for, “I could never, I do not stand on par with his highness…” you tried to excuse yourself with anything but that sort of life. You’d never want to enter the court, especially with such a man.
“What are you talking about?” he mutters, dipping his head down, brushing his lips on the shell of your ear. The sudden intimate contact only makes your face turn pallid and tremble like a rabbit caught in a trap, “Not only would you make a great mother of the empire, you’d also be a great mother to our children in the future…”
