#togame fluff

[that-one-p00k1e]

───〃★ didn't see that coming? ೃ⁀➷˚ ♡ ⋆｡

✧ summary: kissing them unexpectedly ft. Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Ren Kaji, Mitsuki Kiryu, Akihiko Nirei, Chika Takiishi, & Jo Togame

✧ content: fluff, gn!reader, OOC (especially w/Chika's since I haven't read the whole manga yet), lots of pure kisses, established!relationship

✦ a/n: no more screen time of my beloveds till next year 😢

— HARUKA SAKURA | You were at his house, feeding him food and medicine to tend to his fever. He kept insisting that he was fine and was able to take care of himself, but you wouldn't budge no matter how much he argued back. Due to his sickened condition, his energy to complain was quickly drained out. In the end, he let you do your thing and even tuck him to bed. You watched him close his eyes, cool cloth placed on his forehead as his brows let loose and his breathing calming down. The sight made you feel slightly more at ease. Before deciding to leave, you placed a quick peck on his forehead and whispered, “Get well soon, sweetheart.” His fever rose higher the next day.

— HAYATO SUO | He was always the one to initiate something unexpected, which made you determined to get back at him for once. You walked home with him holding an umbrella under the rain, and you saw how he was focused on the road. Seeing the clear opportunity, you went on your tippy toes and squeezed your eyes shut, kissing his cheek before looking away flustered. His eyes went wide for a moment, before smiling and retorting, “My, my. I see you've gotten quite bold, my dear.” Although he was smooth with it, he internally admitted your attempt in catching him off guard was successful.

— REN KAJI | A pout has been tugging his lips all morning. Ever since you came along with him on patrol, you felt the grumpy aura he emitted despite him acting all nonchalant with it. Little did you know that he was sulking. When he came to pick you up this morning, he reached out a hand to hold yours when you turned back to retrieve something; when he considered to lend you his headphones, you bumped into Sakura and the gang; when he reattempted to hold your hand, Lisa came jumping into your arms. He was fuming. Thankfully, at the end of the day, you realized. “Ren?” He looked at you silently, waiting for you to continue as he rolled the sucker in his mouth. “Can you take the candy out real quick, please?” He was confused, but complied either way. With that, you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, before pulling back with a fond smile. He was confused yet again, but this time, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into the crook of your neck, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to hold you.

— HAJIME UMEMIYA | Today was a gardening date, where you'd help him out with his garden at the rooftop. Like usual, he proudly exclaims how the plants have grown fast and healthy. It was like seeing a proud father boasting about his children. His smile when he held up two pots of tomatoes was brighter than the sun that was shining upon the both of you, and it was endearing to the point where you couldn't help it anymore. You quickly cupped his face and pressed your lips against his before pulling back and saying, “My sweet, gardener boyfriend.” He immediately placed down the pots, almost dropping them before swooping you up in his arms and twirling you in the air.

— JO TOGAME | You looked up at the sky, hearing cracks of fire as it bloomed into colorful sparks. After strolling through stalls and winning prizes, the festival's main occasion finally made its arrival. Turning to your boyfriend next to you, you tugged at his sleeve and called out to him quietly, “Jo…” gesturing that you had something to say. Just as he leaned down to listen, you gently pulled his face and connected your lips to his. He didn't see that coming, but he wasn't going to complain as he wasted no time and melted into the kiss– pulling you closer by the waist and savoring this sweet moment under the flashing fireworks that lit up the sky above.

— MITSUKI KIRYU | Nothing wrong with taking a break from your small screen gadgets and entertain yourself with something slightly more traditional. Other than the games on his phone, Kiryu was surprisingly good at the ones at the arcade as well. From basketball toss to Pac-Man, you both competed on who could earn the most tickets. Of course, he was taking the lead. He was currently focused on the spinning light, calculating the right moment to press the button and hit the jackpot. When suddenly you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to lose focus and accidentally push down the button, missing the awaited jackpot. “Hey, that was cheating.” He still won in the end, but gave his tickets to you anyway.

— CHIKA TAKIISHI | He always looked so aloof– like there were no literal fucks he'd seriously give, and everything others say were just a broken TV's buzzing. Oddly enough, you found that trait to be adorable. Sometimes, you find yourself gazing and staring at his majestic self as he looks off into somewhere or nowhere, holding the familiar empty gaze you've grown used to. He was like an innocent, introverted child during a family gathering– the ones who choose to space off and act cold to those who tried to approach or tease him. The sight was so irresistibly cute, you couldn't help yourself but to squeeze his cheeks between your palms and press a quick kiss on his cheek. “You're so CUTE!” He remained unfazed and gave no reaction, but slithered an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

— AKIHIKO NIREI | Seeing and hearing him yap about the things he took interest in has always been a trait of his that you found endearing. And right now, you couldn't help but marvel at the way he was so passionate about something to the point of writing it down in his notebook. You listened to it all– nodding and throwing in responses here and there to keep the conversation going. In the middle of his babbling, you leaned forward and gave a quick peck on his forehead. “And then what happened?” you asked innocently afterwards like it was nothing. Meanwhile he was left a stuttering, blushing, and questioning mess of a nerd.

[luvzayne]

let your guard down. 

synopsis: you fall asleep around him

characters: sakura, suo, kaji, umemiya, hiragi, togame 

warning/s: no dialogue, gender neutral, 

SAKURA freezes in his seat as the weight of your head rests on his shoulders, he looks like a startled cat, with his shoulders tense and his mismatched eyes wide as he looks over at you with a curious expression. you felt comfortable enough to let your guard down? around someone like him? he looks around, seeing if anyone was looking at the two of you, when he found no eyes on the two of you, he hesitantly places a soft peck on your forehead, before he turns his head quickly to the side, chin on his hand as he pretends that his face isn’t a bright red and his lips aren’t tingling from kissing your forehead. the human touch feels especially warm when it comes from you. 

SUO hums as he feels your cheek squish against the side of his arms, he looks to you and sees your pretty eyes in a close, mouth slightly opened and suo had half a mind to put his finger in just to jolt you awake and tease you. but he doesn’t. suo carefully takes a hold of your head and places it carefully on his lap, taking off his furin coat and placing it over your body, his hand coming to the side of your arm, rubbing comforting circles on your skin as he continues the conversation he has with his peers.

KAJI jolted as he felt your head hit his shoulder, he almost didn’t want to look away from the train window, not wanting to confirm if it was you on his shoulder. who else would it be? the two of you were about to go home, riding the last train like you usually do with kaji always taking the window side, he finally looks at you, taking out the sucker in his mouth as he calls your name out softly, not hearing a response, he sighs. kaji switches his playlist to one with white noise as he removes his headphones and slots it on your head, providing you with better sleep. kaji tries to keep looking at the window but evidently gets distracted with how cute you were wearing his headphones.

UMEMIYA suddenly stops his yapping about his garden once he realizes there was no response from you. he looks over his shoulder and swoons at the sight of your body curled carefully on the bench, his representative jacket was draped like a blanket on your body and soft snores were escaping your lips. umemiya smiles so wide that he was almost laughing as he quickly takes out his phone and snaps so many pictures of you in different angles before he reviews them and decides on the one he deems worthy of becoming his lock screen. he laughs before pressing a kiss on your cheek and tending back to his little garden. 

HIRAGI knew before you even did that you were on the brink of falling asleep. he was prepared to be the chest you slept on as you watched the stars. hiragi tried to pay attention to where you were pointing but evidently ended up looking at the focused yet sleepy look on your face. he hums, asking you more about the constellation that you were currently pointing at, you put your finger down and explained the lore behind it, he nods intently, looking at the constellation before he realizes your voice was zoning out. he was careful to not chuckle out loud, fearing that the vibrations of his chest would wake you up. so with a strong arm, he pulls you closer, placing a kiss on your forehead then cheek, silently enjoying the moment that the two of you had. 

TOGAME raises the bottle of ramune soda to his lips and sighs after swallowing the first sip. he fixes your figure on his lap as he rests his head on your shoulder. you shudder slightly as you flipped the page of the book you were reading, the sun was warm and the surroundings were airy as the two of you had a date under the tree, on a picnic blanket, within the fields near the shishitoren area. with the way his arms held you so comfortably, you didn’t realize that you were slowly dozing off, the book almost falling from your grasp before you tried to pay attention once more. but with the way your lover held you as if you were the most important thing in the world lulls you into a comfortable sleep. togame only realizes once he finishes his second bottle of ramune that your breathing was deep and the book you were previously reading fell from your grasp. togame carefully picks up the book and bookmarks it before he lays the both of you down, he chuckles as he slowly pokes your puffed up cheek, placing a little kiss on it before he lays you down on his arm and places his sunglasses on your face, providing extra protection as he lets you sleep, following almost immediately after. 

note: oh hiragi toma i want you so bad. also wdym two wbk fics in a row !!! i lost track over togame's, i'm sorry he's an eepy lover, it was supposed to be longer im ngl

[seoulmatez]

𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

mornings spent with the windbreaker boys.

suo hayato, kiryu mitsuku, umemiya hajime, togame jo x reader (separate) ﾉ 2k wc total ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ one suggestive bit in togame’s :3

SUO HAYATO

People say it’s normal for partners to pick up habits from each other and you suppose your relationship with Suo is no different. You’ve taken up joining him for his morning meditation sessions, making it a ritual of your own. Even now, the two of you sit side by side on the rug in your living room, coffee table pushed to the side, patio door open to let in the sound of chirping birds and soft wind that characterize the calm nature of morning.

You hear his breathing from beside you, each breath deep and controlled. His very presence is enough to set your mind and being at peace but as you mimic his technique, you begin to wonder what thoughts run through his head during these brief, relaxing moments. Perhaps he has a mantra he repeats to himself or maybe he simply takes the time to mentally walk himself through his tasks for the day as preparation. 

Would it be naive of you to hope that his mind wanders to you? It’s not so unreasonable to think that he can feel your presence as well, no? Maybe you have the same effect on him—maybe he’s found a new sense of serenity in your proximity. You’ve certainly started enjoying mornings more given the opportunity to share this time with him. It feels like the two of you are secluded in your own impenetrable bubble, inaccessible to the outside world and any distractions it may throw your way—

The bubble pops with the feel of fingers tickling your exposed sides. Your eyes fly open at the unexpected contact and all that steady breathing you had been focused on goes out the door as the sound of your giggles penetrates the once-quiet air. Despite obvious evidence of an attack, the perpetrator is nowhere in sight. It’s not until you tip your head back in uncontrollable laughter that you finally see him—Suo situated behind you with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you try to pry his fingers away but you’re no match for him. His hands only still at your sides when you collapse against his chest in defeat. Your uneven breathing fills the room, punctuated by a chuckle from Suo. The vibration from him causes you to turn your eyes up to meet his.

Dark hair and an eyepatch almost shield his gaze but one cherry brown eye is still on display and it’s looking straight down at you. “I thought meditation was supposed to be calm and relaxing.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, but you doubt its genuineness when he playfully pinches each side of your tummy, drawing a squeak out of you. “I took a peek and you looked so cute and concentrated—I just couldn’t help myself.”

His hands come up to cradle your face, lithe fingers running along the curve of your jaw before he dips down to steal a kiss. His lips are soft and warm and easily restore that soothing feeling you associate him with. You suppose it’s enough to earn your forgiveness.

KIRYU MITSUKI

“Your pink is starting to fade,” you tell Kiryu, your fingers combing through the soft pink strands. He’s sitting on top of the toilet seat with his legs crossed, still dressed in the pajamas he slept in. It’s funny—how soft he looks in his matching set with messy bedhead despite all of the metal jewelry decorating his face. 

One of his hands pokes out from the satin sleeve that’s just a bit too long to reach up and take hold of a tuft of hair. The pieces of hair that are usually clipped back hang in front of bright green eyes as he examines the lightened strands. 

“Should we refresh it with more pink?” you ask. There’s plenty of dye left over from the last time you colored his hair stored underneath the sink. It wouldn’t take too long and neither of you are in a rush to leave the house, though, before you make a move to grab it or even wait for an answer, another thought pops into your head. “Or maybe we can try another color?”

Kiryu lets the hair fall from between his fingers and turns his eyes up toward you. A cat-like grin pulls at his lips and there’s a curious sparkle in his dazzling irises. “Oh? Any suggestions?”

You take in the pink that has dulled to a pale hue, like a cherry blossom past its prime, and the darker hair that has started growing in at the roots. With a contemplative hum and head tilt, you share your thoughts. “Maybe we could bleach it and keep it blonde?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, floppy hair bouncing with each back-and-forth movement. “That’ll wash me out.”

You can’t help the laugh you breathe out at his reasoning. Ever so insightful, you think, toying with his silky soft strands. It makes sense, though—Kiryu’s always been in tune with the intricacies of his appearance, understands what looks are flattering on him and which styles to avoid. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew more about cosmetology and fashion than you did.

“You’re right.” You nod your head in agreement. Truly, you’re sure that blonde would look just fine on him, to you and everyone else at least, but knowing his preferences and what he tends to steer clear of makes it too easy to tease him. You try to hide your smile with your next words. “Orange could be fun though, yeah?”

His smile doesn’t waver but his eyebrows do knit together in a show of disapproval. “Did you wake up on a mission to turn me into a clown?”

Your laughter echoes off the bathroom walls with his response. Kiryu’s expression softens as he takes in how pretty you look when you laugh. He could get used to seeing such a sight every morning. 

You clear the humor from your voice, pushing the hair hung over his forehead back to place a kiss on his hairline. “Guess we’re sticking with pink, then.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME

“I’ll never understand how you’re so good at that,” you say from behind Umemiya. Your arms are wrapped around his midsection, your head tilted to the side to get a glimpse of the work he’s putting into breakfast. He’s stood at the stove, hands expertly alternating between pouring thin layers of an egg and vegetable mixture into the pan and rolling the layers into an omelet. You’ve tried the task on your own several times in the past and none of your attempts have ever come close to what Umemiya delivers.

He chuckles, the rumble of the sound vibrating against your arms that hold him. That makes it even more impressive—even with you clinging to him, he has no trouble making the picture-perfect dish. “Lots of practice. Don’t sell yourself short—yours are good too.”

“You shouldn’t lie, Ume.” You pinch his side but the action only draws out another laugh. He’s so kind he won’t consider saying something that might hurt your feelings—even if it’s true, even over something as trivial as eggs. You love that about him, how he always considers the feelings of others.

You can only hope that you’re able to repay all of his kindness.

“I know I would have ruined the omelet but are you sure there’s nothing else I can help with?”

“Hey, I told you not to worry about anything,” he lightly scolds you for looking for something to do. He told you earlier that he could handle preparing breakfast on his own this morning—something about wanting to treat you to the first harvest of the vegetables he was growing in his garden. They’re sprinkled into the meal—the carrots and scallions in the omelet, the pickled daikon waiting to be plated. “The only job I’m tasking you with is to relax.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll leave everything to you.”

Despite your compliance to stick to relaxing, you follow Umemiya around the kitchen as he cooks, commenting on how good everything looks and simply watching him in his element. You don’t get to focus much on him when the two of you cook together and you have to admit that it’s nice seeing him do something he loves with such a satisfied smile on his face.

Before long, breakfast is finished and plated on the table, you and Umemiya sitting opposite of each other. You pick up your utensils and a piece of the rolled omelet with them. You bring it to your mouth and are a second away from taking a bite when you notice the light-haired man isn’t mirroring your actions. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Yeah.” He nods and then points to your food. “You give it a taste first.”

Without directly asking, he wants to know what you think. You give in to his request and take a bite of the omelet. Just as all of his cooking is, the dish is incredible. You shoot him and smile and nod in approval while you chew which earns a chuckle.

“Good?”

“Even better than usual,” you tell him after swallowing. “Your veggies were definitely the secret ingredient.”

Your compliment makes his smile grow wider. It’s nice to know you can bring him happiness the same way he does for you.

TOGAME JO

Even with the curtains closed, a sliver of sunlight passes through them, lighting up a stripe of skin on your face. Your eyes flutter open and are met with the light. It’s bright and warm, signifying the start of the day. You glance at the sleeping figure in front of you with all of his messy dark hair and beauty marks scattered about his skin. The light doesn't seem to have disturbed him and you can’t find it in yourself to rouse him.

You plan to let him snooze for a bit longer while you get an early start to the day. His arm lazily draped over you, you attempt to scooch back and simply let it fall, though, as soon as you make a move to leave, his arm tightens around you. 

“I’m getting up, Kame,” you whisper, hoping your voice isn’t loud enough to really wake him up. You make another move to leave the bed but find yourself pulled even closer to the warm body. He groans restlessly but you don’t buy it—once is a coincidence, twice is a pattern.

You grin at his disguised effort to keep you from getting up. Not entirely convincing but you can’t deny its efficacy—he has kept you in bed. “You’re terrible at pretending to be asleep.”

“Can you blame a guy for trying?” he asks, eyes still closed, voice groggy from not having been used in hours. “I’d rather stay in bed with you than go out and do anything.”

It’s flattering to think that he’d rather spend time in bed doing nothing with you over any other way he could spend his day. You’d be lying if you said the prospect wasn’t tempting but you know better than to indulge. Agreeing to another ten minutes is essentially akin to signing your entire morning away and unlike Togame, you actually have some things to get done today.

“What about all the stuff I have to do today?” you ask. You have a sneaking suspicion that you already know the answer but you want to hear it for yourself.

His eyes finally drift open, putting green irises on display. His gaze is sleepy but there’s a lingering glint of humor in it. “I’m sure it can wait a short while.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” you tell him through a quiet laugh. Togame’s lips curl up in a smile as he presses his forehead against yours, only loose, dark curls separating his skin from yours. Maybe you should be annoyed at how easily he’s willing to set your day back but the truth is, he’s right—everything else can wait. 

You breathe in deeply, letting your hand come up to play with the thick strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “How do you suppose we spend the morning in bed?”

His lips brush against yours, stopping at the corner of your mouth to press a kiss there. His breath tickles you with his next words. “I can think of a couple things to do.”

sua here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[neeeooon]

Hello once again! Could u pls write reader x jo togame where he cuts his hair (idk if u read the manga but that happens) 🤧💔💔💔 and they’re mouring his wonderful lucious locks because thats what i was doing during that chapter vro💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀

-jo togame anon/ former karasu’s wife anon

i love the undercut but mannnnn do i miss his mop ❤️‍🩹

an angel lost its wings

togame jo x gn!reader. crack, fluff, slight angst if you squint, reader is shorter than him

you nearly pulled a rosalie when she met bella for the first time when togame walked in after his “be back in a sec” trip. it had not been a sec, and you were very thankful that the bowl in your hands was plastic and not glass.

“what do you think?” your beloved boyfriend asked as he rubbed a hand over his next-to-naked nape. you swallowed hard and fought the urge to throw yourself on the ground and scream, “why?!”

he didn’t look bad—in fact, you found togame’s haircut quite attractive. but it was different. his messy mop was one of the things that drew you to him in the first place, and you loved running your fingers through it. this new style wouldn’t have the same effect, and you found yourself mourning those precious moments.

you didn’t say that, but togame read it all over your face. he smiled softly with a gentle coo and approached you with open arms. “aww, dear. it’ll grow back.”

you pouted as you walked into his arms. “‘t won’t be the sameee.”

“it will beee,” he mimicked, earning himself a tiny stomp on the foot. togame laughed at your retaliation, which made you smile.

with your head on his chest, you experimentally ran your fingers over the back of his neck. before, they’d catch on the long ends, and you’d offer to braid it for him. now? nothing.

you frown deepened. “this can’t be. i’m dreaming, right, jo?”

togame’s chuckle rumbled through you, and he rubbed comforting circled into your spine with his fingers. “it’s real, my dear.”

“nooooo~”

he squeezed you tighter and pressed his cheek against the top of your head. “i promise it will grow back.”

“when?”

“eventually..?”

you faked a sob and rubbed your face against his shirt. “eventually is too long! wait here, i’m gonna go buy a wig or some cute hair extension clips—“

togame caught your hand before you could slip away and pulled you into him again, swallowing you up in a hug. “don’t leave. it’ll hurt my feelings.”

sighing, you melted against him in defeat. “fine,” you grumbled. “you win.”

“do you really hate it?” jo asked, his voice softer and smacking you right in the chest.

you kissed the side of his neck when he bent to press his forehead against your shoulder. “no, i don’t hate it. it’s a change, for sure, but if it means you can fight without worrying about it distracting you, i’m for it.” he’d once mentioned to you that someone grabbed his hair in a fight, using it to land a hit, and you’d been so upset for him that you offered to cut it that night.

it was different with you, though. his hair was a comfort, something you loved about him, even if it was a hassle.

“i didn’t make the decision lightly,” togame added, his words slightly mumbled in your shoulder. you smiled and ran your fingers over the shaved hairs on his nape.

“i know. i was just being dramatic. you look handsome no matter what’s on your head.”

togame sank against you as he sighed. “it’ll grow back.”

“it will.”

“then you can play with it all you want.”

you pulled away, the movement forcing togame to lift his head. when you caught his eye, you smiled and kissed his nose. “you kidding? i’m gonna play with it now.”

ten minutes later you were watching a show on the couch, togame fast asleep with his head on your stomach and your fingers curled in his hair. you smiled softly at him, and made it your mission to tell him how handsome he was every chance you got.

[kajipops]

hey so how do you think Suo and Sakura would deal with a s/o who they’re newly dating and they’ve known this s/o for a good year at this point as friends. Don’t know that s/o has a specific fear. So how do they deal with there being a sudden black out and s/o hugs onto their boyfriends arm in this darkness. And s/o’s like “Sorry. I don’t like the dark.… anything can happen in it…”. They get dark blue tiny glow stick out so they can see better? (Their fear of the dark is more them scared they can’t see and might get jumped by somebody in a moment of vulnerability that isn’t in their control. It has happened in the past to them long before they met their boyfriend) ?

☆° S/O WHO IS SCARED OF THE DARK

featuring! sakura haruka, suo hayato, and togame jo!

note: this was so much fun to write! i ended up writing for togame as well because i had never written for his character before. thank you so much requesting! i hope this was what you were looking for!

MASTERLIST

SUO HAYATO

Suo let out a surprised ‘oh?’ as you pressed close to him, wrapping your body around his arm, as darkness enveloped you both. 

Suo had come over to help you with your homework when suddenly the lights went out. With the curtains drawn and the evening sun rapidly disappearing on the horizon, your room was suddenly flooded with darkness. Although Suo has known you for over a year, you’d only recently started dating. He had considered himself sharp and observant, more so when it came to his s/o; he was well-versed with your likes and dislikes, your favourite movie (My Neighbour Totoro), your favourite band, your order at the local cafe — Suo liked to believe he knew you well enough.

Which is why he was surprised when he discovered you were trembling as you snuggled closer to him. You were afraid of the darkness, he realised with a start.

“Hey,” he said softly, pulling you closer and wrapping a hand around your waist. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t like the dark,” you whimpered. “I, um, it’s really silly, but, back in middle school, some of my classmates locked me up in one of the bathroom cubicles because I refused to let them copy my homework. A teacher rescued me after I banged on the door and cried myself hoarse. I wasn’t locked for a very long time, but, um, Hayato, it was so dark inside. And the air was so stale and musty, and I could hear them laughing outside and making scary noises, and I just…” You broke down crying, burying your face in his chest.

Suo froze momentarily. Never in a million years had he imagined anything like this. A wave of searing anger washed over him, blurring his vision. No, he thought, exhaling slowly. Now’s not the time for this. He had to focus on you right now.

Gently, he ran his fingers through your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back with the other. 

“It’s okay, love. You’re safe now,” he said, swaying your intertwined bodies side-to-side. “I will never let anything of that sort ever happen to you again. I promise.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “Can we hug for a little longer?”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I am not going anywhere. Oh, and by the way, do you remember your classmates’ addresses?”

Sakura Haruka

“Oi, w-what the hell? Get off me!”

Sakura was flustered. Beyond flustered, actually. He was going to combust on the spot. You two had only started dating recently, barely a month ago. The first time you held his hand, he let out an audible squeak and turned the brightest shade of red. But right now? You’d literally thrown yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in the crook of his neck. Before Sakura could even continue spluttering indignantly, he froze when he noticed you were shaking. With fear.

It was night, and the two of you had gone out for a short walk to the park because you claimed you hadn’t seen him in ages (you saw him in the morning, but Sakura could never say no to you). Suddenly, all the streetlights went out, and the whole town of Makochi was plunged into darkness. A power outage, Sakura realised, piecing together everything. You were scared of the darkness.

However, he had an inkling there was something more to it; you kept darting your eyes around nervously. Almost as if…

“Did someone attack you?” It came out sharper and angrier than he had expected. He didn’t even realise, but his fists were clenched tightly. “Were you jumped?”

You looked up, eyes swimming with fear and unease. “Once,” you admitted. “Back in middle school. I was returning from my friend’s house. It got a little late, and then this town was still overrun by gangs. Some men circled me when I was crossing a dim-lit street. I managed to escape before they could hurt me, but ever since then, I have been so afraid of the dark. I feel so scared, I…” You trailed off, suddenly realising you were still holding him in a deadly grip. “Oh my God, Haru, I am so sorry! I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I was just—”

“‘S fine,” he grumbled. “I-I don’t mind. And you should’ve told me this earlier, I-I would’ve protected you. Come on.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. “Stay close to me. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, smiling softly. “Thank you.”

You will tease him about his flushed cheeks tomorrow. 

TOGAME JO

“(Name)?”

His voice was uncharacteristically soft. You said nothing, only tightening your grip on his hoodie, a sob lodged in your throat. Warm hands circled your waist and pulled you onto his lap, head tucked under his chin, and your hands resting on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming your pounding ones. 

“Are you okay, love?” Togame’s voice was soft and mellow. It was the weekend; you were over at his place to watch a movie. It was no secret to anyone in Shishitoren that you were scared of horror movies, and if someone so much as played the trailer of any scary show or movie, they would incur the wrath of Shishitoren’s second-in-command. Which is why Togame was surprised when you chose Weapons as this week’s pick. Concerned, he told you it was a horror movie, a very scary one from what the reviews suggested, but you were insistent. 

“All of my friends have watched it, Jo,” you whined. “I too wanna join their conversations. And besides, you’re here with me, aren’t you? It will be fine.”

Well, he mused, that didn’t go as planned.

The movie had barely started and you were already clinging onto him for your dear life. But when the house was suddenly plunged into darkness? And when you heard your shocked gasp followed by the frightened whimpers and tremors? Oh, he knew you were gone for good.

“Baby,” he cooed. You responded by burying your face further in his chest, muttering something about scary children and stupid basements. He had to stifle a laugh then. Angling his body, he lay down on the couch and pulled you on top of him, continuing to encase you in a hug. He was warm, deliciously so, and, with your chests pressed together, you could hear his heartbeat. Combined with the reassuring pats and the quietness of your surroundings, you felt your eyes grow heavy.

“Sleep,” he whispered. “I will fight the demon children for you.”

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[hayatoseyepatch]

Description: Poppin' bottles, here are some headcanons of some of the Wind Breaker boys taking care of their significant other when they've had one too many. Characters: Jo Togame, Hajime Umemiya, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo,& Toma Hiragi. Word Count: 2.1k Contains: Fem!Reader x Multiple Charcters (separate). Fluff. Mentions of alcohol/being drunk. Slightly suggestive in some (Sakura's is borderline smutty, oops). Not proof read. cw: mentions of attempted drink spiking in Kaji's. (Drink responsibly y'all). ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Author's Note: This was a request for wbk headcannons for them taking care of a drunk partner. I hope you enjoy it, Kisa!! This was actually so much fun to write, honestly, it was just the silly/fluffy thing I needed to get me back into the swing of things post-writer's block/sickness. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Togame scanned the crowd, leisurely drinking from the glass bottle in his hand, his eyes never straying from your form. He snickered to himself, watching you and Choji throw your bodies around dancing awfully with one another as you both laughed loudly. It warmed his heart to see you both together, the fact that the two most important people in his life got along and were even friends never eased to bring a smile to his face. He watched the both of you have a significant stumble to your movements as he eased off the bar, heading over to where the both of you were. His hand settled on your waist to keep you upright, grinning as he leaned down to your ear. “Woah there beautiful, careful, don’t want you taking a tumble now, hm?”

He chuckled as he felt your body stiffen beneath his fingertips, only for you to relax as the sound registered to your ears and you turned in his embrace. If there was ever a moment he wanted to commit to memory, it would be the very moment your features lit up upon seeing him. Throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level to place a wet kiss on his lips. He could taste the liquor coating your lips, leaning down to scoop you into his arms, large hands holding you steady by the backs of your thighs. “Come on, dove. Let’s get you home before you regret this tomorrow.” You begin to protest, only to trail off your words as the scent of his cologne meets your nose. Relaxing in his embrace, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, humming in contentment. “mmm.. fine but you’re carrying me home.” He chuckles once more, pressing his lips to your forehead in a sweet gesture. “I wouldn’t have it any other way darlin.”

Umemiya kicked the door closed with his foot, his arms occupied with your form as he carried you inside your shared apartment. Despite being perceived as immature, he was an older sibling and the former leader of Bofurin for years, making him a very nurturing partner. He smiles down at you, still wrapped around him like the cutest koala bear, he was glad you had a good time. Watching you dance with Tsubaki and giggling with Kotoha at the bar had filled him with happiness. Gently he sat you on the couch, kneeling in front of you, delicately removing each of your shoes, pressing a sweet kiss to each of your knees as he completed his task. Handing you a bottle of water and some painkillers to combat the hangover you were sure to have in the morning. “Did you have a good time sunflower?”

A smile breaks out on his face as you give a wobbly nod, your head bobbing in the cutest way. He picks you up once more, walking you both to the bedroom, placing you delicately on the bed as he gingerly removes your clothes. Pressing sweet kisses to your skin with each inch of it that was revealed to his eyes. “You're so beautiful honeybee.” He murmurs against your skin, forcing himself to pull away from you. You were intoxicated and Umemiya would never cross that line. He walked to the dresser, pulling your favorite sweater of his from the drawer before making his way back over to you. “Arms up, angel.” He laughs lightly when you do so, slipping the article of clothing over your form. He always loved seeing you in his clothes the way the soft fabric drowned your frame always came with a sense of pride knowing you were all his. After stripping down himself, he climbs in the bed, pulling you to rest against his chest, running his blunt nails along your scalp in a soothing gesture until he hears your breathing even out, letting sleep claim him with a smile on his lips.

Grey eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your form amongst the sea bodies in the crowded bar. He was waiting right where you left him before running off to the bathroom. There had been two men at the other end of the bar that had been eyeing you all night, and Kaji hadn’t liked that he lost track of them from his field of vision as well. He had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. As he continued to look for you amongst the crowd he caught something moving in the corner of his vision. With lightning-fast reflexes his hand shoots out to grab the wrist of one of the men who had snuck up, by the looks of it they had intended to slip something in your drink that was left sitting with his own on the bar top. He tightens his grip, fingers digging into their skin, his threat clear as he spoke through gritted teeth as he hard cany shattered between his molars. “You so much as think about it and I break your damn wrist, got it?” He growled, leveling the man with a glare hat caused the color to drain from his face.

The other male nodded, a look of fear overtaking his expression. Kaji shoved him harshly, releasing his iron-clad grip, watching as he and his companion scrambled off disappearing into the crowd. His blood was boiling, breathing deeply to calm his raging emotions as he replaced the candy in his mouth with a fresh one. Your voice breaks through his racing thoughts, turning back to you, “Rennie, I’m back! Hopefully, you weren’t waiting too long there was such a long line.” You huff, causing his shoulders to go lax in relief. It was miraculous how your mere presence was enough to bask him in a state of calm. A small smile, one he reserved only for you, slipped onto his expression. Pulling the lollipop from his lips, he leans down to press a longing kiss to your lips. “No not at all, but why don’t we head home, sugar? It's too crowded here.” He takes your hand in his own, dragging you out of the bar. Maybe if he decorated your skin in his marks, idiots like them would think twice before trying to touch what was his.

Sakura’s cheeks were hot, blush traveling down his neck as his hands gripped your hips. Your hips moved back against his own in time with the music that blasted from the speakers. No matter how many times he had found himself in this situation with you it never ceased to get him riled up. His eyes were drawn to your hips, noting how similar you had looked the night prior, him behind you in your shared bed. How his hips met your own as he had taken you, the sounds that had spilled from your lips better than any song they could play here. Your voice pulls him out of his daydreaming, your arms now wrapped around his neck as you face him. “What's on your mind handsome?” You purred, your lips pressing themselves to his ear as you pulled him down to your level. His heart picked up in his chest at the clear public display of affection. The liquid coursing through him giving him a surge of confidence to lean down and capture your lips in his own.

Sakura wasn’t one for such public affection but the effect that you and the alcohol he consumed had on him led to him throwing his inhibitions aside. His grip on your waist was tight, trailing his lips from your own to your jaw. His mouth left open-mouthed kisses in his ascent to your ear. His voice came out husky against the sensitive skin. “Can't help thinking how gorgeous you looked last night, moving your hips back on me, that’s all baby girl” He relishes in the shiver he feels go down your spine, meeting your hooded gaze as he pulls away from you. Grinning as he rendered you speechless, taking your moment of stunned rigidness to his advantage as he lifted you easily into his arms, effectively throwing you over his shoulder. His hand comes down on your ass in a playful smack, walking to the exit of the club. “Let's get you home kitten, lets see if we can't have a repeat of last night, yeah?” In that moment you swore you needed to get him tipsy more often.

“I know I know aren’t I just the worst?” Suo teases as your nose scrunches up, attempting to get you to drink the herbal tea he had prepared for you, knowing it would combat the hangover you were bound to have the next morning. He laughed at you, amusement present in his tone. “I know sweet baby, I know it isn’t coffee. But if you drink it you won’t wake up with a nasty headache tomorrow, now go on. Drink up my love.” He coos, you were absolutely adorable like this, refusing the tea he had brewed for you after getting you to eat something. He was patient, caring for you delicately as he had taken you home. Ignoring the way you had pressed your lips to his neck, the way your hands roamed his form in the back of the uber you both had taken home. He had a might high tolerance for alcohol than you did, so much so it didn’t sit right with him to take advantage of you when you were like this. He rested his chin in his hand as you begrudgingly began to drink the tea, eyes soft with adoration as his eyes drank in your features. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it babygirl?”

He ushered you off to the bathroom next, grabbing a cloth to moisten in micellar water as he began to remove your makeup. “Can’t have you breaking out because you slept in your makeup baby.” He hums as he washes your face, patting it dry before applying your nighttime moisturizer. “There isn’t that all better? There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiles pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. Taking your hands in his own he leads you to your shared bed, climbing in with you. He was sure to maneuver you so you weren’t lying on your back in case you got sick. “Come now starlight, let's get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, my beloved.” He begins to hum a soft tune, knowing it would lull you to sleep. He sighed in contentment as he felt you relax against him, removing his eye covering as he curled around you protectively. Pressing one last kiss to your temple with a declaration of love before letting his eyes close. 

Hiragi heaved a deep sigh, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. This had been the third time he had lost you tonight, you had kept slipping from his grasp, testing his patience with how slippery you had become. He was happy you were enjoying yourself, overjoyed even, your happiness was all he wanted after all, But every time he turned his back to get you water or something to eat to combat the alcohol you had consumed you managed to wiggle away from him. His ears perked hearing the sound of your laugh, following its melody. It led him to the end of the bar, both you and Umemiya throwing back another round of shots, the two of you perking up when he came into your line of sight. His eye twitched, why couldn’t you be best friends with anyone else? Why not Sako or Kaji? Those two were far more responsible and far less reckless than the man standing before him. Popping a ablet of his stomach medication from its sleeve into his mouth to combat the indigestion you both were sure to bring him.

“Hey, Hiragi!” Umemiya threw a heavy arm over the blonde’s shoulder his boisterous laughter meeting his ears. “Come drink with us!” His words were slurred and his movements unsteady as he dragged him over to where you both were previously standing. He sighed taking a seat in the booth, opening his mouth to protest, only to shut it as you laid your legs across his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzled close to him. “Hi my Toma.” You cooed, nose rubbing against his cheek in a pseudo-kiss, before resting your head on his shoulder, humming contentedly. “You’re so handsome. Have I ever told you that?” You spoke so softly adoration filling your tone. His cheeks darkened, supporting your body against his own, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he rested a large hand on your back to steady you against him. He supposed your slippery nature when intoxicated wasn’t all bad, especially when it meant he got to see this side of you.

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[miraeofficial]

✧.* ARE THESE FOR ME?!

summary: what was the first gift they gave you as their partner? it's gonna be thoughtful and straight to the heart, right?

pairing: sakura hakura, ren kaji, and togame jo (the reader is included)

genre: established relationships in three accounts, gift giving, heavy fluff, cute couple moments that make me cry single, hardworking & thoughtful bbs!! probably an inaccurate portrayal of the characters.

SAKURA HARUKA

FLOWERS were Sakura's very first gift to you. Having no experience or knowledge of romantic gestures was a cry for help from his friends. Of course, he had tried to subtly ask what a woman typically received from their partners with a cute pout, his cheeks dusting with a light pink blush while avoiding eye contact from his friends. Honestly, it was a refreshing sight to see Sakura depending on his friends for advice, showing vulnerability and a willingness to learn for the sake of happiness. His friend, Kiryu, advised him to start with a classic gesture like flowers, as they are always a safe bet since Sakura had just started dating. If Sakura wishes to deepen the sentiment, he could consider learning about the language of flowers that best conveys his feelings, adding an extra layer of thoughtfulness to his gift-giving.

You were currently waiting for Sakura to join you on your first date after confessing to one another. It was your first date with him; therefore, it should be special for the both of you to remember for years to come. You can already imagine the stuff of romantic movies—a candlelit dinner, a walk in the park under the stars, maybe even a surprise gift from him. However, knowing Sakura, some cases may not be a possibility due to his personal preferences.

"Hey," his gruff voice called out as you turned your head to see Sakura, looking completely different from his usual self. He was dressed in a black dress shirt tucked neatly into dark jeans, his hair styled in a sleek, modern way. If you thought he was going to stick to his usual casual attire, you were pleasantly surprised. He was so handsome and put together, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. But what really surprised you is that he was holding a bouquet of flowers, each flower a different color, creating a vibrant and beautiful contrast.

"Don't ask where I got these," he said with a slight frown, avoiding eye contact. His cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, adding a touch of vulnerability to his confident demeanor. "I-I just happened to pass by a flower shop," he mumbled, handing you the bouquet with an annoyed huff. "Don't get the wrong idea; it's not like I got them for you or anything." His tsundere tendencies were on full display as he tried to downplay the thoughtful gesture. "Just take them already; it's not like I went out of my way or anything," he grumbled, but you could see a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You smiled back, knowing that his tough exterior was just a facade hiding a softer side. "Thank you," you said sincerely, accepting the flowers and feeling grateful for his unexpected act of kindness. You leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek before he could protest any further, and his sudden outburst caught you off guard. "I told you, it's not a big deal!" he insisted, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed his tough words. You chuckled, realizing that beneath his gruff exterior, he truly did have a heart of gold. He began to walk ahead to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he tried to regain his composure. As you followed him, you inspected each of the flower arrangements he had painstakingly created, each one more beautiful than the last.

You understood the meaning behind the flowers: a rose symbolizing love, a sunflower representing loyalty, a peony embodying compassion, and a hydrangea representing gratitude. Even though Sakura is not fond of expressing himself, he sure does keep surprising us with his thoughtful gestures and hidden depths.

(P.S. He shyly asked Umemiya about the language of flowers prior to creating these arrangements, which Umemiya happily shared with him, and yap nonstop.)

REN KAJI

Before dating Kaji, you were good friends with him for years due to your shared love of music. Your music taste blends seamlessly together, creating a harmonious bond that only deepened when you finally took the leap into a romantic relationship. You two often exchanged playlists and artists, discovering new sounds and genres together. It was also Kaji's new way of calming himself whenever he felt like the world was too overwhelming. He would put on your favorite songs and let the music wash over him, finding solace in the familiar melodies and lyrics that reminded him of you. He would imagine scenarios, where the two of you were together, creating memories that he hoped, would one day become reality. It was pathetic of him to act like a hopeless romantic; it frustrated him that he couldn't just be content with the present moment, and he immediately pulled out another lollipop from his pocket and unwrapped it, hoping the sweetness would distract him from his longing for you. But deep down, he knew that no amount of candy could fill the void left by your presence. As he sucked on the lollipop, he closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the bittersweet memories of what once was and what could have been.

Then one day, Kaji scrolled through his phone and saw a post from your favorite artist coming to Tokyo for a concert. That caused him to stop completely. The first thought running through his mind is you being excited to attend the concert together, just like you had always talked about. You always dreamed of attending a concert together, dancing and singing along to your favorite songs. The reason you held back was because you had no money to purchase tickets, but now that the opportunity was right in front of him, maybe he'll try to find a way to make it happen. Maybe this way, he could convey how much you mean to him and how he values the shared experiences you both dream of having.

Weeks passed, and Kaji had done many heavy tasks that earned him enough money to finally purchase the CONCERT TICKETS. Finally, the tickets are in his hands, ready to surprise you with the news of the upcoming concert. He was currently in your house, lounging comfortably in your bed as he watched you whining about how you were going to miss the concert because you couldn't afford the tickets. "Quit whining, idiot. I already got the tickets," he scoffed, fishing out the two tickets from his pockets. You looked at him with wide eyes filled with shock and disbelief before breaking out into a huge smile. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized that your dream was about to come true thanks to Kaji's thoughtful gesture. The excitement and gratitude you felt in that moment were overwhelming, as you immediately went for a hug, much to his surprise.

"Pull yourself together!" He exclaimed, trying to push you off of him, but you held on tight, unable to contain your joy. "I can't believe you did this for me," you whispered, feeling incredibly grateful for his kindness. He paused for a moment, then scoffed and patted your back gently. "You deserve it," he said softly, his own eyes shining with relief at your reaction.

During the concert, Kaji watched you excitedly singing along to your favorite songs, waving your hands in hopes of catching the attention of the band on stage. All of the tiresome weeks he had spent planning this surprise had been worth it, just to see the pure happiness on your face at that moment. As the final song ended, he leaned over and whispered in your ear, "I would do anything to make you smile like this every day." You turned over to look at him, but you were greeted by a kiss on the lips before you could respond. He pulled away and slightly smirked at your baffled reaction, shifting his attention to the stage.

TOGAME JO

Togame has a unique sense of fashion. In his everyday life, he's used to wearing a samue as if it were a casual outfit, blending traditional Japanese style with modern elements effortlessly. It seems like he's the only one who can pull off such a look with confidence and charm, making him stand out in any crowd. His style reflects his personality—bold, unconventional, and unapologetically himself. He is content in his own skin and doesn't care about conforming to societal norms. However, after meeting you, he found himself drawn to your more conventional style, admiring the simplicity and elegance in your choice of clothing. You had once gifted him a set of gray jackets and pants as a token of appreciation for handling a bunch of mischiefs that he had to drag you out of. Despite his initial hesitation, he found himself wearing the outfit you had given him more often than he expected, enjoying the feeling of sophistication and class it brought. He can see why you enjoyed wearing such outfits, and he appreciates the effort you put into choosing them for him.

Now he wanted to return the sentiment by surprising you with a similar gift but in his clothing style, incorporating elements of comfort and practicality that he knows you value. You were both hanging out on the roof of the Shishitoren base, unaware of the small gift bag beside Togame. You were having a good time, catching up on each other's lives, and sharing stories of your latest adventures. "So, what were you up to this week?" you asked, a grin spreading across your face. Togame chuckled, reaching for the gift bag and handing it to you. "I thought you might like this," he said with a smile, relishing the surprised look on your face as you opened it. "Hey, you don't have to." You shyly protested, but Togame insisted, saying it was just a small token of appreciation for the gift you had given him a while ago. He gestured for you to pull out the item from the bag, and as you did, you couldn't help but feel touched when you fished out a beautiful HAORI that has your favorite color and design. "I remember you mentioning how much you love this style in our previous conversation," Togame explained, his eyes filled with warmth. You joked, "Looks like you've been paying attention to me more than I thought," causing Togame to chuckle and nod in agreement. You went to give Togame a hug, wrapping your arms around him as you thanked him for the thoughtful gift. Togame smiled and hugged you back, kissing your head gently before pulling away and saying, "I'm glad you like it."

You wore the haori, and it fits perfectly in your figure, the fabric feeling soft and comfortable against your skin. As you admired yourself, Togame was also busy admiring you, a look of pride and contentment on his face. "You look stunning," he whispered, making your heart skip a beat. He fixed the collar of the haori and added, "I'm looking forward to seeing you wear it more often." With a smile, he leaned in for a kiss on your lips, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. "I love seeing you happy," he murmured before pulling you into a warm embrace, the warmth enveloping you both in a sense of closeness and affection.

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It wasn’t every day when the atmosphere on Furin’s rooftop was rather intense with Togame Jo and Endo Yamato locking arms, their muscles straining against each other. You didn’t know why they were arm wrestling, but the energy between the two boys felt too personal for a casual competition. Umemiya, Tomiyama, and Takiishi stood behind you watching this unexpected brawl against Shishitoren and Noroshi’s mad dogs.

Their eyes were locked, each determined to prove their strength. Endo gritted his teeth, pulling Togame’s arm closer to the table. Victory was within his grasp the way something had distracted Shishitoren’s second in command. He glanced at you, and how you smiled at something Umemiya had said to make you laugh. Ah, that pretty smile of yours. 

“Eyes here, not on the prize,” Endo muttered, smirking at Togame who seemed unfocused. But it wasn’t the arm wrestling he wanted to win. He was aiming for something more, something that involved only you. Green eyes narrowed and a sly smile appeared. “No need for that,” he replied, and with a sudden burst of strength, he slammed the tattooed hand down to the table. The veins in his arms bulged, and his victory was clear. He smiled sweetly at Endo, behind that expression was hiding the mockery and it was impossible to miss.

“Looks like I’ll be taking the prize,” he added and you blinked in confusion, not understanding what he meant, but before you could ask, Tomiyama leaped into the air with excitement. “Kame-chan won!” he shouted, back to his usual cheerful self as he started to jump around you. Then, suddenly, Togame grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the exit. Your eyes widened in surprise as he led you away, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at Endo, who rolled his eyes in defeat.

Silence fell as the two of you left the group. Umemiya scratched his head, sensing the awkward tension. “Well then…BBQ party for the effort?” he suggested and the other nodded, but Endo’s gaze lingered where you had disappeared. One day, he promised himself, he’d take you out too—far away from arm wrestling, and far away from someone named Togame Jo.

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