#togakiri

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Some kiritoga stuff

[izukatz]

*through megaphone* HELLO ALL 4 OF THE KIRITOGA NATION. COME GET YOUR MEAL

hands? what hands?

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Can’t find any good Togiri fanfic or art so

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           Taking advantage of a little break in between missions for a bit of time together.

Bonus:

        Really? In front of his juicebox?

[arsenicpanda]

Top five ships

I’m going to shake things up and leave out the obvious contenders–Lelouch/Shirley (shirlulu), Izaya/Namie (izanamie), and Betty/Jughead (bughead)–and I’ve talked Akihiko/Mitsuru before too, so I’ll save that for another time, I think.  Now, let’s talk unsung OTPs. In no particular order:

- Sasuke/Sakura (Naruto)

Oh my god, I am such a sucker for brooding boy/gentle girl who is actually silk hiding steel.  It’s like my favorite trope. Sakura’s love for Sasuke starts as a childish crush, but it grows so much from there, and she truly sees him, yeah?  And he values her, cares for her even in Part I. Like, let us never forget the Forest of Death scene when he’s all “Sakura, who hurt you?! RAGE RAGE RAGE” and then she hugs him and his curse seal retreats and it’s just *chef’s kiss*.  Sakura is as close to his equal as a non-Naruto person without ridiculous plot powers is going to get, power-wise, and he respects her for her abilities and strength by the end. Let us not forget the smirk when she wrecks people’s shit, and that epic moment of eye sex is the stuff of shippers’ dreams.  I feel that quote of Lelouch’s applies here too, the concept of “her smile saved me,” yeah? But he inspired her to work hard and be better, too, and I think that’s beautiful.

- Jin/Tsubaki (BlazBlue)

Look at them, they’re full of justice.  Tsubaki is like the only person Jin likes and respects, and he is just so concerned for her wellbeing.  Like, I love that moment when he’s with Hakumen and Hakumen’s all “Fuck, is Hazama going after Tsubaki?” and Jin is just like “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH TSUBAKI,” and it’s amazing.  I don’t remember why Tsubaki likes Jin, but she does, and she’s very devoted to him, yes, but she isn’t afraid to confront him when she thinks he’s in the wrong.  And hell, in that one timeline, she basically dies for him, yeah? Because she loves him and respects him and wants him to be safe and healthy. I think it’s the respect that I love there, honestly.  They respect each other and their abilities, even when they clash ideologically, and it’s beautiful. ALSO, when she tragically dies, he names a technique after her, that fucking NERD. (Hakumen/Tsubaki is technically a whole other can of worms, but I had to include that here.)

- Zuko/Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

They are so perfectly suited for each other though.  Like, the thing I like about zutara is the balance between the two.  They’re very equal, yeah? I have very, very few enemies-to-lovers ships (they just aren’t my thing most of the time), and I think part of what appeals to me about them is that, for the first two seasons, it isn’t personal.  Like, yeah, they’re on opposing sides, but they aren’t fighting because they hate each other; they’re fighting because of what amounts to circumstance and could be friends otherwise, as we later see in canon. Also, I love how responsible they both are in the gaang.  They are 100% Team Mom and Team Dad, and I am SUCH a sucker for fics that play that up. And can I say that I love love love how Zuko doesn’t judge Katara like ever? He just helps her on her vengeance quest with no insisting she acts one way or the other, and it’s great.  And the hug when she forgives him! Ahh, too cute! They settle into such an easy relationship after that, and I love it so much.

- Kyon/Haruhi (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)

God, I love these two dicks.  Like, they’re dickish in different ways, and maybe Haruhi is more of an asshole than a dick, but whatever, that’s splitting hairs.  They both grow though, and they let their guards down, and it’s beautiful. Something about her high energy and his “okay, let’s dial it back a notch” that’s still mixed with his interest in what she’s doing delights me.  Kyon complains about Haruhi’s nonsense, but ultimately he enjoys it, and I love when he admits that. And it’s so nice for Haruhi to have someone in her life know about her magic bullshit but also be all “Haruhi is Haruhi” and just see her as a person.  I’m actually not sure what Haruhi sees in Kyon, maybe that he always sees her and her weird ways, but I love her little bits of jealousy and the way she values him. Like, when she chooses to remake the world, the person she wants to take with her is him, and that’s so cute in a weird way.  And idk, I just think they’re well-suited for each other.  Apart, she’s too wild and he’s too apathetic, but together they’re just right.

- Togami/Kirigiri (Danganronpa)

These genius assholes, I love them so.  There’s an intellectual connection here that I absolutely love.  Again, it’s a matter of respect. They’re both so condescending to, like, everyone else in the first game except each other.  Now, that doesn’t mean they’re nice to each other (they’re not), but it’s so enjoyable to watch.  They’re equals in a way that I find hard for both of them to find outside each other.  I just want them to drink coffee and complain about bad crime shows together, with the occasional break to help Naegi with all his hopefulness.

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Togami doesn't like the thoughts that's been plaguing him so he starts using Naegi as a coffee maker instead (he reasons it's cause Naegi puts up less of a fight and therefore less of a headache). And Naegi's really confused cause the instructions are almost always in foreign languages and really, instant is enough. So Naegi asks why not Kigiri and Togami rants about the thoughts etc. And Naegi's like "Oh yeah I guess it'd be kinda embarrassing being near your crush". Togami spills his coffee

THANK YOU FOR YET ANOTHER GREAT PROMPT!! I THINK I GOT TO IT A LITTLE FASTER THIS TIME, HOPE YOU ENJOY

“Why can’t you just ask Fukawa-san to make this for you, Togami-san? I’m sure she’d be happy to help,” Naegi said, puzzling over the coffee machine for the umpteenth time. His head was starting to pound and the words were swimming before his eyes (English was hard enough in textbooks, and making coffee was a whole other can of worms) but the teeth-gritting urgency with which Togami had ordered him to brew him a cup, right away, had appealed too much to Naegi’s sympathy and it was too late to back out now.

Togami scowled and sank down into his chair. “I wouldn’t trust Fukawa with the scum on my shoes.” Actually, there was a far more obvious reason Fukawa couldn’t have helped out—she simply wasn’t around, and Naegi hoped that whatever his sister was doing with her, they were keeping each other out of trouble—but to Togami’s relief, Naegi didn’t mention it. Instead, the Super High School-Level Luckster fumbled around with the switches on the fancy Italian coffee machine, hoping somehow to stumble into a solution as he was wont to.

“So this is the ON switch- ah!” Naegi stumbled backwards as the machine whirred to life, and Togami’s brows furrowed even harder in irritation. He, too, was suffering from a headache, and if he didn’t get some of that damn coffee in his system he was going to blow a fuse.

Coincidentally, that’s what the machine seemed to have done as well, as it sputtered into silence not a moment afterward.

“Ah… um, I think it broke, Togami-san…”

Togami could have sworn. Instead, he called out, “Forget the machine and use the moka pot. The POT,” he spat, as Naegi reached for a saucepan, “are you deaf or just dense? The one that’s cut like a diamond,” Togami said, before collapsing forward onto the table and easing his aching head on his arms. Christ, his head was going to kill him. Last night had been a whirlwind of cases and files, the higher-ups of the Foundation were on his ass again for policy violations, and if Togami had been even a fraction of his former conglomerate-hailing self those pieces of trash would have been absolutely nothing to deal with at all: a well-placed bribe here, a timely threat there. But everything had gone to shit now that he was no longer top dog even in his branch, and his superior, of all fucking people, was-

“Kirigiri-san?” Naegi was saying, and Togami jumped.

“What the hell did you just say?”

“I was saying,” Naegi said, with infuriating calmness, “that maybe you could ask Kirigiri-san to make your coffee for you? I mean, I’m sure she’s much better at this than I am, and you could enjoy better coffee in the mornings, Togami-san. Instant coffee works just fine for me, but I know you don’t like it very much.”

Togami snorted. “As if that witch would ever agree to brew coffee for me. She’d never do a damn thing I asked even if I begged her on bended knee. Not that I’d ever deign to do such a thing.”

“Kirigiri-san’s not so bad, you know,” Naegi said sheepishly, as he poured water into the pot from the tap. “She’s really very nice, and when she’s not busy she likes to come by and chat with me and Asahina-san, and Fukawa-san too when she’s there, and I know she seems a bit cold sometimes but she once told me-“

“That’s too much water, you idiot,” Togami snapped suddenly. “Are you trying to make coffee or sewage? Can’t anyone do anything right in this forsaken place,” he muttered darkly, resting his head again on the table. It was no use; as soon as the name had entered his head it was all his brain was going to think about until something else came up to distract him. He shut his eyes against the throb in his temples.

“She’s too much trouble,” he said, without looking up, to no one in particular. “You’d think after all that shit she pulled at the Academy she’d have learned some self-control by now, or at least not to poke her nose into other people’s business, or at the VERY least not to scrounge around with that insufferable smirk on her face.” He was unraveling like a spool, he knew it, he hated it, but once it poured out it was like vomit; he couldn’t stop himself. Naegi was the only one he’d ever even think of unloading to, anyway. “And I know she’s the one ratting me out to the bigwigs all the time, keeping tabs on me every day, what an unbearable woman. Always trying to get the best of me. I don’t know who the hell she thinks she is, bothering me, the heir of the Togami Conglomerate, I don’t know what anyone sees in her, least of all the empty-headed bosses here…”

“Does she give you a hard time, Togami-san?” Naegi’s voice was, as always, sympathetic; Togami hardly noticed.

“A hard time? That’s right. She’s been giving me a hard time since we were in high school, don’t you remember? The whole business with the key, the lengths she’d go to make me look bad, to make us all look like fools. I could have used that key, I could have gone into her room at midnight and killed her if I wanted, but unlike some people in this dump of an organization I still had some dignity and still do. Always passing me in the hallways,” Togami continued, not realizing that bitterness had crept into his voice until it was almost tangible, “without even a ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’, just a little nod, like that, who the fuck does she think she is? And if someone could tell her to tone down the damn lavender shampoo she uses, that’d just be great, because I can smell the thing in every room she’s been in and it makes me sick to my stomach-“

“Is this enough coffee, Togami-san?” Togami’s head snapped up to see Naegi hovering over the pot with a spoon and the bag of Luwak grinds. “Should I add a little more?”

The scowl never left Togami’s face. “That’s fine,” he growled. “Boil it.” He sunk further into his chair, head fairly swimming with unwelcome thoughts now. Kirigiri, who’d never do anything he asked; Kirigiri with her knowing glances; Kirigiri with her corner-of-the-eyes smiles that she only reserved for people who weren’t Togami; Kirigiri who only chatted with people who weren’t him on her lunch breaks because somehow she knew it drove him crazy and that woman knew everything; Kirigiri, who would never in a million years have to ask him if there was enough coffee in the pot, because she knew already just how strong Togami liked his coffee in the mornings. Of all the people Togami had ever met, only two people had managed to constantly get the best of him: Junko Enoshima, and Kyouko Kirigiri. One of them might be more dangerous, but Togami knew which one he resented more.

The smell of coffee filled the kitchen as Asahina walked in, stretching her long tanned arms. “Goooooood morning, Naegi-kun, Togami-kun!” she called out, yawning loudly; then, sniffing the air, “That smells really good!”

“It’s Togami-san’s coffee,” Naegi said, watching Asahina clattering noisily around the kitchen, opening and shutting the fridge and cabinet doors. Togami scowled and put his head back down on the table.

“Are there any leftover donuts from yesterday?”

“I thought I saw a box of them in the pantry,” Naegi replied.

There was a moment of respite as she searched for the donuts, then:

“No waaay! I can’t believe Hagakure-kun ate all of them,” wailed Asahina, waving the empty box about. “Now I have no breakfast!” Togami winced as her voice pierced through his head like a lance.

“Don’t worry, Asahina-san. Kirigiri-san said she’d buy another box tomorrow.”

“Hooray!!” If there was one thing you could say about Asahina, she was never half-assed in her enthusiasm. “Kirigiri-san’s the BEST!”

“She really does take care of us all.” Could that remark have been directed at Togami, or was he imagining it? He was too pissed off to care, and must have made a noise indicating such, because Asahina then finally noticed him.

“Is… he okay?” she asked Naegi, in a frightened stage-whisper.

“He just needs his coffee, that’s all,” Naegi said brightly. “Oh, that reminds me, Togami-san. Kirigiri-san also ordered a new shipment of coffee grinds for you yesterday, I think she noticed we were starting to run short? She said she ordered two different brands because you drink something different every other day, I can’t remember the name exactly but I’m sure she must have gotten it right.”

“That’s right! I’d trust Kirigiri-san with everything. Even- even if Togami-kun, um, doesn’t like her,” faltered Asahina, noticing the deathly glare in Togami’s now-bloodshot eyes. She glanced nervously at Naegi as if she expected him to defuse him somehow, but Naegi only smiled.

“I don’t think so, Asahina-san. I think Togami-san is fond of Kirigiri-san in his own way.”

Asahina gaped. If Togami had been holding anything, he’d have dropped it; instead, he just ended up dropping his jaw.

“What- What did you just say, Naegi?”

“Huh? I thought- Togami-san sure seems to be thinking about Kirigiri-san a lot,” stammered Naegi, glancing alternately between Asahina and Togami, starting to look very confused. “I mean, he was talking about how he wished she’d say hi to him in the hallways, or the smell of her hair-“

Abruptly, Togami got up, picked up the now-hissing moka pot from the stove, and poured its contents down the sink.

Alarmed noises erupted behind him. “Togami-kun! What are you doing!” Asahina cried, but Togami did not unclench his teeth until all of it was gone.

“This is what you are supposed to do, to clean out the pot,” said Togami, his every word a strain. His two colleagues looked at one another in bewilderment. “You never drink the first brew. I will not permit an unknowing plebeian to make my coffee without knowing that. And I will never, ever tolerate such talk around me, or about me, again. Do you understand, Naegi?”

“Yes, Togami-san,” Naegi replied meekly.

“Good,” said Togami, as icily as he could muster. “Make me a fresh cup and bring it upstairs to my office. I wouldn’t taste a thing around here with such useless patter going on.” He stormed out of the kitchen, his head pounding, face burning hot from what he was sure had to be the onset of a fever. God knew everything here was more than enough to make him sick.

His friends were left standing in the kitchen, stunned.

“I think you were right,” Asahina whispered.

Naegi nodded.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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He’s not exactly the brightest under pressure.

         She then proceeded to stab him.