you got it!!! I wasn’t sure whether to do a short fic or a hc list for this so it kinda turned into a weird scramble of both? ^^’
“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt”
The first time you wore one of Jakurai’s shirts, it was entirely by accident.
You’d just gotten home from work and it had unexpectedly rained, leaving your clothes damp
Out of frustration and annoyance from the long workday and the unwelcome addition of rain, you didn’t look twice at what article of clothing you grabbed from the pile of freshly folded laundry on your bed
You did find it peculiar that whichever shirt you pulled on seemed to fall down past your knees
Jakurai had so kindly done the laundry while you were at work and before he departed for his night shift at the hospital, the least you could do was put it away
As you were returning the clothes to their respective places in your shared closet, you noticed Jakurai was one shirt short. There was no way he wore two shirts to work, was there? It wasn’t too cold outside, and even then he had plenty of coats…
You looked down and blushed as you released that you were, in fact, wearing one of your boyfriend’s shirts
You could take it off… or keep it on. It was warm and despite being through the wash smelt just like him. Agk, no, you should take it off, right? But maybe…
No, you should take it off, it would be embarrassing if you were caught like this. Why did it feel like you were doing something so sinful when you were just wearing his shirt?
“y/n?” Jakurai’s voice made you jump as you stared at yourself in the mirror. When did he get home? When did he get behind you? You were literally looking in the mirror, were you that far up in the clouds?
“Uhhh… you’re home early?”
“Mmmh, not too early, just about an hour.”
An hour? An HOUR? He was home early by an hour… that meant you had spent… at least two freaking out about wearing his shirt…
“y/n, is that my shirt?” he rose a brow as he watched you malfunction in the mirror, caught red-handed like a child who stole the last cookie
“You mean our shirt” you rebutted impulsively without thinking, short-circuiting and losing your filter.
You blushed and clapped a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, the tips of your ears burning red. “That totally just came out I… oh god that was so cheesy and dumb.”
Jakurai chuckled, stepping up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Hmm, I thought it was cute. Did you really miss me that much?”
“Ah… well, maybe? I’ll be honest I put it on completely by accident.”
“You just didn’t take it off afterward?”
“Y-yeah…”
After that, wearing your boyfriend’s shirts became a routine. Usually to bed or when you’d laze around on the weekends. It never failed to bring a smile to Jakurai’s face and a kiss was the typical reward~
Valentine prompts with matenrou and mad trigger crew number 8? 👀
ok so I kinda went ham with this one??? I got a lot of MTC requests so I think I’m gonna do those in their own special post but... phew these MTR ones started as hc lists and then I got possessed by the writing gods and made drabbles.... long post incoming!!!!
Jakurai [ 神宮寺寂雷 ]:
In your previous years, you hadn’t done anything notable for Valentine's Day. It wasn’t that you didn’t have anyone, moreover that you and your partner were always busy. However, this year you made an effort to plan something for you and your boyfriend. Sure, maybe it was a little much, you weren’t school children, but someone had to uphold the chocolate-making tradition, right? You begged your boss to let you have the day before and the day of Valentine’s off. It was a tough battle, but you managed to make it out with two days off under your belt! Jakurai however, wasn’t as lucky. Working in a hospital didn’t permit many days off. You got them when you got them, purely by chance if at all. He, unfortunately, had to work that morning, but you weren’t saddened in the slightest. In fact, you were grateful for his calling duties for it gave you more time to craft your surprise for that evening. You somehow managed to sneakily make chocolates the night before, and even more miraculously hide them in the fridge. You tied your hair up and ran to the kitchen as soon as you heard the door close behind Jakurai and his car pull out of the driveway. He was worried that you would be saddened by the fact that he had to work on Valentine’s, but he truly had no idea what was in store upon his return home. Jakurai picked up a bouquet of flowers on his way home that evening, hoping that even the small gesture would bring a smile to his beloved's face. You grinned as you saw your boyfriend’s car pull into the driveway that evening, checking the living room one last time for any crooked corners. On your way to the door, you dimmed the lights and let the candles take center stage, giggling at your reflection as you checked your hair in the mirror. Your eyes widened as you opened the door and were met by not only your dashing boyfriend but a bouquet of flowers as well.
“Jakurai… what is this?” You blushed as he offered you the bouquet and stepped inside.
“Well, it’s Valentine's day and you worked hard to get the day off and I had to go in,” He explained as he removed his coat, “I felt that I should at least do something for you,” the doctor leaned in to give you a kiss. “Why are the lights out?”
“Oh! Well, it is Valentine’s Day after all!” You said with a wide smile, reaching out and taking Jakurai’s hand, pulling him towards the living room. “I took advantage of you being at work and put something together~”
“Y/n… you didn’t have to,” Jakurai’s ears burned red, taking in the scene in front of him. On the living room table, you had prepared and spread out a nice dinner for the two of you, covered in candlelight. A bouquet of roses stood in a crystal vase surrounded by homemade chocolates. You walked over to the mantle and turned on the radio, soft jazz music dancing around the room.
“No, I didn’t have to, but I wanted to! You do so much for me, it’s the least I could do,” You returned to your boyfriend’s side, hugging his arm. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
The doctor wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, “You make me so happy, y/n. Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you.”
Hifumi [ 伊弉冉 一二三 ]:
It didn’t take much to make you jealous. Especially with your boyfriend being one of the top hosts in Shinjuku, envy seemed to come… naturally. Hifumi always assured you that he never did anything more than share a few drinks and maybe a kiss on the cheek with any of his patrons, and you believed him, you did, but that didn’t always stop your mind from wandering. The two of you had talked through his work and what that meant for the two of you countless times, what boundaries each of you had and what you were comfortable with. The waters always became testy around Valentine’s Day. Hifumi would come home with bags full of cards, sweets, bottles of alcohol, and some other… strange things the days leading up to Valentine’s. What were you to do for that special day if every woman and man in Shinjuku had already given Hifumi gifts more luxurious than you could fathom? Your boyfriend wasn’t stupid, he could tell something was up. Moreover, Hifumi knew what this was about. He knew dating a host was hard, and it was even harder over the love-focused holiday. So, he decided that for the first time in his host life, he would call in on Valentine’s. Before heading home from his division meeting with Jakurai and Doppo, he stopped by the small jewelry shop he knew you loved. The host had placed an order earlier in the week, the store clerk was in awe that the number one host in Shinjuku would purchase such a piece. Hifumi only blushed and insisted that there was more to his life than being a host, and there was only one exclusive patron of this high rank. The jeweler wished him well as Hifumi exited the shop with a small, velvet box. When he returned home, Hifumi walked around the apartment for you.
“Y/n?” He knocked on the bedroom door, pushing it open slowly. He frowned as he saw your sleeping figure huddled up in a cocoon of blankets. “Y/n, kitten, are you awake?” Hifumi placed a hand on your shoulder as he sat on the bed.
“I thought you would be at work tonight…” you said, turning around and facing him.
He brushed your bangs from your face and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Well, I was supposed to but, I figured I’ve spent too many Valentine’s Days without you.”
“Your boss must be cross with you,” you said as you sat up and leaned your head on his shoulder.
“Meh, he can deal with it, I need to spend time with my true Valentine after all!” Hifumi’s voice quickly switched to his normal, joyful tone. “Nee, y/n, can I ask you something?”
“Hmm? Sure ‘Fumi, what is it?”
“I Uhm, well,” His cheeks blossomed with pink, “Well you see uh, I… You make me so happy and I wanted to get you something to show that… also uhm! I know dating a host can be hard and all so I wanted there to be something you can always have to remind you that you’re the only one for me!” Hifumi smiled brightly, reaching into his pocket for the box. “This isn’t the ideal way I planned to do this, but it was a spontaneous thought, to do it tonight. I was gonna wait and take you somewhere real fancy but…”
You had tears in your eyes already, slowly realizing what was happening. “Hifumi, baby, it's ok I… are you?”
Hifumi nodded and grabbed your left hand, kissing your knuckles and holding your hand by his face, “Y/n, will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
Doppo [ 観音坂 独歩 ]:
You hummed happily in front of the stove, soft music softly bumping from your phone. It was early morning and you miraculously managed to wake up early, earlier than your boyfriend too. Today was Valentine’s Day, so the only logical solution to your blessed coincidence was to make your special someone breakfast. You were hoping that you could surprise him with the meal in bed but… you didn’t hold your hopes too high. Doppo always got up painfully early to go to work on weekdays, and just because it was the weekend didn’t mean that the routine would be broken. It was a gamble to try and prepare something to surprise him before he woke up. You glanced briefly at your phone to check the timer you had going for the bacon in the oven, smiling as it seemed that you had just about half an hour left before your tired salaryman rolled out of bed. Alas, you spoke too soon as a pair of warm arms found their way around your waist and a chin sitting on your shoulder.
Doppo hummed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Good morning…” he yawned, not making any apparent moves to let go of your waist.
“Ahh, Doppo! I was so close! You should have stayed in bed for another twenty minutes!” You pouted, craning your neck to face him. “Good morning to you too,” you allowed yourself to chuckle. “Someone’s affectionate this morning,” your chuckles turned into giggles as your boyfriend peppered kisses on your neck up to your cheeks. “Rest well?”
“Mmhm,” the salaryman hummed in agreement, pausing his storm of kisses to peek over your shoulder. “What’re you making?”
You shook your head and smiled, “Well, it was going to be a surprise if someone didn’t get out of bed early!” you clicked your tongue, “I wanted to make you breakfast for Valentine’s Day, surprise you with it if I could… I thought I was doing well with the time too…”
Doppo chuckled and kissed the back of your neck, “Hmm, I guess I could go lay down then? Let you finish in here?”
“That would be lovely, baby,” you turned around to face him in his embrace and pecked his lips. “It’ll only be about…” you paused to check the time, “ten more minutes! Don’t get too cozy in there, ok?”
The man in front of you smiled softly before catching your lips in another kiss. “I’ll try my best, sunshine.”
Your cheeks burned red at the pet name, even though you’d been referred to as such many times before. With Doppo now out of the kitchen, you pulled your goodies out of the oven and put a pot of tea on to boil. You continued humming to yourself as you quickly whipped together a batch of pancake mix, spooning the batter in heart shapes in the pan. Once the pancakes were done and you had everything nicely plated, you grinned excitedly as you walked up the stairs to the bedroom, trays in hand. It may not be the ideal surprise you had envisioned, but you were still thrilled. You pushed the door open with your foot and giggled as you approached the bed, noticing that your boyfriend had dozed off.
“Pssst, Doppochi, I thought I told you not to get too comfy,” You placed the trays down and poked his cheek.
“Mm?” he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “Oh, sorry…”
You laughed, “No, no, it’s ok, you need your rest after all! Look! I made us breakfast~”
Doppo smiled wide and kissed your cheek “You make me so happy, you know that?”
hihi!! I’m planning on making one big post for MTC since they got quite the pile of requests (ya simps) so I’ll be posting just the BB ones in answer to this ask!
That being said, I didn’t write anything for Saburo bc my man is 14 and it’s a bit strange for me to write anything that isn’t platonic for him ^^’
Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! I couldn't help myself so these turned into lil drabbles :)
Ichiro [ 山田一郎 ]:
What an Ichiro thing to do, practice in the mirror. Being the hopeless romantic that he is, he wanted everything to be picture perfect. Every day it was the same routine, wake up, get ready for work, and spend five extra minutes (much to his brothers’ annoyance) rehearsing his lines in the mirror. He’d always wind up a mess, red to the tips of his ears and shaking his head. Just why was this so hard? Why couldn’t he have the balls to just… ask you out like a normal person? Was it his fear of losing you? His fear of rejection? Imperfection? Ichiro ran his hands over his face before staring at himself in the mirror. He gripped the edges of the vanity and took a deep breath. He could do this, nothing could go wrong, right? Except everything could.
He stood nervously outside the cafe the two of you had agreed to meet at for lunch, rocking back and forth on his heels. Ichiro’s stomach only knotted tighter when he saw you turn the corner. Right, he could do this. He could do this. No big deal.
“Hi baby~” you approached him and pecked his cheek but you noticed your boyfriend’s worried expression. “Hey, Ichi, are you ok?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about me!” Ichiro chuckled as he reached down and took your hand in his. He led you down the street, walking straight past the cafe you had arranged to share lunch at.
“Ichiro, babe, we walked right by the cafe….” You squeezed his hand.
Ichiro’s shoulders tensed, “I know we planned on going to that cafe we had our first date at, for old times sake, but I thought you know, we could change it up a little?”
You didn’t buy it, “Mmmhm…”
“W-What?! I’m being serious! Don’t look at me like that!” he stammered nervously.
“Ichi, look at me,” you moved to stand in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “What’s going on ?”
“I… god you always can see right through me, you know?” Ichiro smiled as he shook his head. “You’d think it would be me who was the confident and level-headed one, but it’s always been you,” he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror, I was a nervous wreck, but you let me take my time and were so patient.” You opened your mouth to respond but he shook his head and kept talking. “You know, I still haven’t broken that habit, being so nervous around you, especially when it comes to asking you things. Not like, where you want to eat or what anime to watch, but… bigger things, you know?”
You grinned, “Like when you asked me to move in with you and it took you two hours?”
“Yeah, like that...” He blushed. “A-Anyways, I… I haven’t stopped practicing asking questions to the mirror, and it’s a lot harder when you live with the one you’re so nervously in love with.” Ichiro let go of one of your hands and reached into his back pocket. “Especially with this one. It’s been destined to be a perfect surprise,” He slowly started to go down on one knee, “But, through my years with you, I’ve learned to ditch the script. All of this has been genuine at the moment, but just this one line I’ve practiced saying in the mirror over and over again for years.” Ichiro looked up at you and smiled, squeezing your hand as he flipped open the box to reveal a slim, silver ring. “Y/n, will you marry me?”
Jiro [ 山田二郎 ]:
“Ji-chan, where are we goin? I thought you were walking me home, we passed the block we needed to turn on minutes ago.” You glanced over to him.
“Yeah, yeah I know I just… I wanted to spend some more time with you if that’s ok?” He blushed, moving his hand so it was fully intertwined with yours, continuing to walk.
You smiled, squeezing his hand and pulling his jacket closer around yourself with your free hand. “Of course it is, ya goof,” you nudged his shoulder with yours, “anywhere in specific you’re taking me?”
“Hmmm,” Jiro furrowed his brow in thought, tapping a finger to his lips. “Oh! Yeah! I know!” his face lit up as he pulled you along, heading for the train station.
“Wh- Jiro where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see! Ya need to meet someone important!” He grinned.
“Jiro-kun why are we in Shinjuku? Who do you know all the way out here?” You asked while looking around the city’s night lights.
“Nah, it’s not too far, y/n. I come here for jobs often, come on, follow me!” He grabbed your hand and ran.
“Agk! Jiro! I can only go so fast!” You couldn’t help but giggle as you followed after him, “Where are we going anyway?”
“Rightttt here!” Jiro came to a halt in front of a neon bar sign.
“A bar? Babe, we’re both underage can we even go in there?” you looked at him confused.
“Nah, it’s fine we can go in, they serve non-alcoholic drinks! Well, to me at least,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Anyways! In we go!” Jiro quickly put on his usual act of annoying confidence, pushing you inside after opening the door for you.
“Welcome in~” the bartender behind the bar didn’t look up from the glass she was cleaning. “Oh! Jiro-chan! I didn’t know you were stopping by! Who’s this? Hmm?”
“Yo Urumi!” Jiro waved his hand across the bar before reaching for your hand and making his way to the counter. “Uh, Urumi, this is my partner y/n. Y/n, this is Urumi, she’s uh a really good friend of mine.”
“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Urumi… san? kun?”
“Just Urumi is fine, dear,” The bartender, Urumi, slid two glasses of cola across the bar with a smile before lighting a cigarette, “So you’re the one Jiro’s always blabbin about and asking advice for?~ It’s nice to meet you finally! This one always takes his sweet time when bringin people down here~” She leaned over the counter.
“Y-yeah…” Jiro blushed, “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror here… and Urumi just had to walk in on me, then she made me explain everything so she could help…” He admitted bashfully, looking at you, “Ever since, each time I come here she begs me to bring you”
“Well, I’m glad you did! Practice asking me out in the mirror and bringing me here to meet your friend, it’s really sweet,” You blushed and looked down into your drink.
“Mmhm! Isn’t Jiro-chan the cutest? All traditional and not taking you to meet his friends till it got serious~” Urumi chuckled.
“Oi… don’t go embarrassin me now…”
hey there! can i request number 5 from your valentine’s day event with Ichiro? bulleted list is preferred but short fic is ok too! thank you sm in advance! :)
I am so deep in the Ichiro loving void I had to limit myself with how much I wrote </3
but!! I really love how these played out and I hope you enjoy!
Ichiro [ 山田一郎 ]:
It isn’t hard to make Ichiro blush, which was a bit of a surprise to you. You knew he was a bit on the dorkier side but well… you didn’t think it would be this easy.
There were of course a few specific things you would do, but most of the time it would be so adorably random. You could do as much as glance his way and his cheeks would burn.
You could smile at him, wear a specific outfit or your hair a certain way and he’d be red from his neck to his ears.
Sometimes it would be the smallest things like making the first move to hold his hand or kiss him on the cheek. Other times, you would purposefully make him blush by matching outfits or better yet his clothes.
Of course the easy succumbing to blushing was a mutual battle. So much so that the two of you decided to make it a bit of a competition.
In theory, it was a good idea, in practice? Well, in practice it destroyed you both. The pair of you happened to be hopeless romantics and easily flustered by the other.
After your boyfriend had an embarrassingly successful win by choosing to sing a love song during family karaoke night, you began to scheme your revenge.
One thing that never failed to make Ichiro turn into a blushing mess was when you wore his clothes. So, naturally, you could go for the low-hanging fruit and indulge in that which never failed… Or you could take that easy answer and expand on it… which is exactly what you did.
You were supposed to meet your darling odd-job extraordinaire for lunch that afternoon, and you decided that was the perfect time to get revenge
After digging around in Ichiro’s closet, you assembled the perfect boyfriend-destroying outfit. You had one of his t-shirts that was at least three sizes too big for you tucked haphazardly into a pair of jeans, a set of rings you had purchased in your own size to match his own, and to top it all off, one of his sports jackets.
“I~chi~kun~” you grinned deviously as you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He was distracted by something on his phone as he stood waiting outside the cafe you agreed to meet at and hadn’t seen you coming.
“Agk! Y/n you startled me!” He jumped, yet a chuckle bubbled in his throat as he turned around to face you. “How are you doing todaaayyy– o-oh,” Ichiro’s face was already warm from your surprise attack, but now it burned. His eyes were glued on you, cheeks pink as he took in what you were wearing.
You giggled at his cute reaction, standing on your toes and pecking his lips, “Take a picture baby it’ll last longer~”
Can I ask for number 6 from Valentine Prompts with Jakurai? As a short fic preferably. Thank you in advance!
aaaa first request!!! this one was so fun and sweet to write! there’s a little bit of light, light angst in there but it’s mostly sweet! I hope you enjoy!
Sunlight slowly filtered through the curtains. Your eyes groggily opened as you yawned and turned around to face the man laying next to you. You smiled as you observed his sleeping face, reaching out and tracing the soft curves of his features. Jakurai always looked more relaxed and peaceful when he was sleeping. His brows finally had the chance to relax, and his shoulders the opportunity to destress. As you brushed stray locks of hair from his face, Jakurai’s eyes fluttered open. He smiled at you and turned his face to press a soft kiss to your palm.
“Goodmorning, sunshine.”
“Hi…” you blushed. How did he manage to always be so damn smooth first thing in the morning?
“Hi,” Jakurai chuckled, extending his hand to caress your cheek. “Have you been awake long?”
You shook your head, “No, only a few minutes. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Mm, it’s quite alright. It is my day off after all.”
“But that means you should get more rest, not wake up because I was playing with your hair!”
The doctor laughed at that, shaking his head before kissing your forehead. “It’s fine, truly. I wasn’t getting much sleep anyways.”
“Hmm? Was I moving around too much?” His confession made you raise a brow.
“No, no, nothing like that,” he let out a sigh, “I just had a long night at work.”
“Ah, I see…” you purse your lips. That couldn’t be all there was to it. Jakurai was usually honest with you about these kinds of things. Unless it was about…
“Baby?” You looked up at him concerned, “Did something happen? Is it Yotsutsuji?”
Jakurai’s shoulders briefly tensed before he sighed defeatedly. He truly couldn’t hide anything from you, no matter how hard he tried.
“No, not this time,” he shook his head before resting his chin on the top of your head, something he did when he needed to feel safe. “I… I lost a patient last night.”
“Oh, darling… I’m sorry,” you looked up at him and laid a soft kiss on his lips. “Do you wanna talk about it? You don’t have to…”
Being a doctor wasn’t always easy, and this wasn’t the first time a patient was lost. But, despite that, it never got easier no matter how many times it happened. Jakurai typically only got in these sorts of moods when something of that nature happened. He seemed more exhausted than usual, but at the same time, he’d cling to you more. You knew he worried, and you knew he had fears, but you always reassured him that you’d stay by his side forever. The matching gold bands on your left hands sealed that promise.
“It’s alright, I’ll be alright,” Jakurai insisted, attempting a small smile.
“It’s ok to be upset, Jakurai. That job of yours isn’t easy, and I could never do it in a million years. But it’s so important to so many people, you help so many people. You have to remember that you’re human, and things don’t always go as you plan in that beautiful head of yours. That doesn’t make you any less of a doctor or any less of a husband, ok?”
You heard Jakurai let out a breath and felt his shoulders relax as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, you goof. It’s my job,” you smiled as you shook your head. “Besides, you never fail to reassure me and comfort me when I’m upset. It’s the very least I could do to return the favor.”
Your husband looked softly down at you with a love-filled expression on his face. He leaned down and sweetly kissed your lips, his own curving into a small smile as he pulled away.
“Y/n I-” Jakurai was interrupted by your phone buzzing on the nightstand.
You huffed with a pout and began to reach over. But, as soon as you made an attempt to escape the doctor’s grasp, his arms pulled you back to his chest. “Wait, don’t pull away… not yet. If it’s important they’ll leave a voicemail.”
“I- uh, okay,” you stammered, surprised by his forwardness but quickly melting into his embrace. “I’m right here.”
Jakurai hummed and carded his fingers through your hair. “Y/n?”
