#tosamura

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The original Team Tosaki.

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Tosaki Yuu x Izumi Shimomura

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Acquired (AjinWeek 2020/5)

Day 5: Favourite Headcanon/Slice of Life

Note:  Is Ajin Week still ongoing? Asking for a friend :’)

  Ajin Week Day 5: Favorite Headcanon/Slice of Life Izumi canonically doesn’t have many shirts, so theoretically, what if someone lend her some? (^o^) Tosaki/Izumi, some Ogura and Kuro-chan.

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“Shimomura, may I ask a…presumptuous question?” Tosaki-san inquires one evening.

She turns around in the hallway.

They have just finished planning ahead for the next day (or rather, the week, because someone is a control freak, not that you’d hear it from her) and were about to head to bed.

Izumi bites back a yawn. It’s past 2 am. She already despairs at the thought of her alarm clock ringing in a few hours.

“Yes, of course?” she asks, uncertainly, having no idea where this is heading.

“Again, forgive me if this is…inappropriate.” Tosaki-san clears his throat, and she feels her face heat up. What exactly is he trying to say?

“Would you not prefer to…change out of your work clothes?” he asks, gesturing towards her white shirt, “It might be more comfortable. I mean, you don’t need to remain formal at all times. If you want, that is.” He trails off and Izumi wishes for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow her.

She takes a deep breath.

“I don’t have a lot of clothes.” she says, doing her best to retain a neutral expression despite the precarious situation, “Therefore, I’m a little limited in choice. But it’s fine, I prefer us spending our budget for Nakano and Nagai, in case his IBM starts attacking again.”

The last shirt had been torn to shreds beyond recognition. Even Kuro-chan had looked impressed.

“I see.” he says, nodding to himself. “Well then. Good night, Shimomura-kun.

“Good night.” she says back, and heads to her room. It’s the perfect time to read and try and forget about the previous conversation. After all, she had never really considered that anyone paid attention to what she wore. She didn’t really know how she felt about anyone starting to do that, in any way.

…

Ten minutes later, there is a knock at her door.

She gets up, startled and carefully opens it. It’s Tosaki-san.  Her heart jumps a little at his appearance, and she blames it on her nervous system overreacting.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you.” he says, and hands her what looks like a large grocery bag, “But I don’t need all of them, anyway.”

“All of them?” she questions, risking a look inside.

An array of Tosaki’s-san’s shirt stare back at her.

“They’re all washed, don’t worry. They may be a bit big for you, but if it’s just for the hideout, it doesn’t matter, I thought…” he drifts off while Izumi feels like her face has been set aflame.

“I can’t accept that.” she says weakly, unable to meet his eyes, her heartbeat accelerating.

“You don’t have to, of course.” he says quickly, tripping over words, “Just for back-up. This way, you can save up your business shirts for work-related outings.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.” Izumi manages to say, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He pauses before quietly adding a “Sleep well.”

and walking away quickly. “Sleep well.”  Izumi mumbles and closes the door.

She then sinks to the ground and presses her face in her hands, screaming internally.

“Don’t comment.” she mutters, risking a glance at Kuro-chan who looks a little too smug for the hour.

“I can’t accept them anyway.” She says, uncertain if she’s telling Kuro-chan or herself.

She lies awake for another hour, staring at the bag that glows temptingly in the dim moonlight coming in from her window.

After managing to ignore it for a while, thoughts racing and replaying the scene with embarrassing accuracy, she gives into compulsion.

She fishes a black shirt out of the bag and, after a long contemplation, changes into it.

It’s logical, seeing how they’re wide and airy and she has but one nightshirt anyway that she’s wearing constantly.

They also distinctly carry Tosaki-san’s scent, but that’s a thought she shoves away as soon as it comes.

They’re comfortable to sleep in. That’s all that matters.

….

Izumi’s usually careful to change out of her - nightwear, as she calls it, before leaving her room for the morning. But days become a routine and they start earlier than she would like to. She forgets about it eventually.

It’s Ogura who catches her with it.

When she had walked into the kitchen this morning, at the crack of dawn, she had expected to be the only one around. That thought evaporated as soon as she saw the scientist lounging at the table.

“Cute.” he says, offering her a cigarette first and a coffee second, “The colour’s a good look on you.”

Izumi takes the compliment in stride.  “Thank you.”, she says, and then waits for the unavoidable comment. Ogura is sharp in picking up these sorts of things. She doesn’t have to wait long.

“Crazy how multifunctional outfits are these days.” Ogura says, pouring her a cup and sliding it over the counter, “Is it one of Tosaki’s old shirts?  Is it a fancy black dress? Who knows, certainly not me.”

He gestures at his lips in a sealing motion. Izumi hides a smile.

“It’s a secret.” she says.

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Have a good holiday!

[epic-potato-crisp]

This ain’t a scene, it’s a cotdamn canon ship - TosaMura in Conviction

Chapter 53 is out and about and I thank both Sakurai and God for its existence.

As far as the manga goes, Ai has passed away, and Tosaki, while in no doubt internally grieving the loss of his fiancée, has decided to keep on fighting Satou for the sake of his team. 

Sokabe has been slinking around and appearing as an untrustworthy bootlicker for most of the series already, and in Conviction, his true colours are finally revealed.

He’s already been subtly blackmailing Tosaki with revealing Izumi’s identity in earlier Chapters, calling her by her dead name. Tosaki had not directly reacted to his provocations back then. It was becoming clear that it was only matter of time until Tosaki and Sokabe would be on opposing sides ,rather than the same one, and an unfortunate discovery prompts the unavoidable confrontation.

With his life threatened, Tosaki mentally prepares to defend himself, but doesn’t make any move to attack Sokabe.

But taunting him with the knowledge and exposition of Tosaki’s most dangerous secrets is not his grand finale yet.

Sokabe is smart, and he knows his higher-up’s weak points better than he should.

And so he goes straight for his weakest point.

By threatening Izumi.

Sokabe is aware Izumi is a demi-human, and he generously rubs that fact in again by using her dead-name, enjoying his temporary power of Tosaki.

He’s not the first person in the series to believe in a sort of (sexual) relationship between the two, and, having first-hand experienced how devastated Tosaki was about his loss of his fiancée, he has correctly assumed that Tosaki, despite his exterior, does suffer once his lover/ a person he greatly cares about is hurt.

If Sokabe’s smug smile, combined with his wording of “taking over your responsbility”, for Izumi who is “always by your side” have given you a sick notion while reading, you are not alone.

Since Izumi can’t be killed, it’s not her death he can threaten Tosaki with. Torture would suffice, but perhaps, as a small woman and Tosaki’s potential lover, there’s something even worse than can be done to her. A cruel reminder of her former profession, where she still lived under her dead name.

Something that wouldl be always there to mentally torture Tosaki, until he couldn’t bear it anymore, something he would never forgive himself for not being able to protect her from.

Sokabe is threatening to rape Izumi.

And this is the point when Tosaki goes berserk.

Let’s take a quick look back at the “glove metaphor” at the beginning of the chapter.

There he’d already pointed out how Tosaki never comitted any of his dirtier deeds without wearing them, in a symbolic effort to separate his current life from the old, peaceful one he wished to return to (another similarity between him and Kei).

He called Tosaki out for his inconsistent behaviour, saying it was not possible to walk down an irreversible path, while still putting on those gloves.

Tosaki has apparently taken these words to heart.

Not wanting to be his inconsistent self any longer, he chooses his path, and chooses to lay down the gloves, pointing the knife towards Sokabe with his bare hands. Sokabe remarks on that, but Tosaki’s silence gives him the right answer:

Tosaki has no reason to clear his traces anymore. This is who he is - Tosaki Yuu, willing to fight for the death if someone threatens his loved ones.

And in midst of his rage- his all-consuming rage- he clears his thoughts enough to furiously defend Izumi’s honour.

He rebuffs Sokabe, telling him to use her correct name.

And then-

He gives her the highest praise that has ever come from his mouth, while making it clear that she belongs by his side.

“My highly talented secretary.”

For me, this is not the behaviour of someone who only views Izumi as a good friend, let aside, his secretary.

I’m so grateful that Sakurai decided to emphasize that the strong bond those two share, and that it’s a mutual kind of affection.

Izumi has always been extremely loyal and protective of Tosaki, but this protection goes both ways.

Tosaki is willing to risk his identity, safety and life for her, someone who, even though she is immortal, is so important to Tosaki that he’d rather die than seeing her suffer, he’d rather die than seeing her honour being insulted, he’d rather die than seeing Sokabe lay his filthy hands on her.

[epic-potato-crisp]

“A first time for everything” - Ajin Secret Santa 2017

This is my contribution for this year’s Ajin event. To no-one’s surprise, dear

@jamestaylor50 is my giftee. :D I hope you enjoy! Warning: Very sappy. Proceed at own caution.

Merry Christmas!

Title: A first time for everything

Pairing: Tosaki/Izumi

Genres: Romance, Fluff

Fun Fact: Japan has IKEA

Tosaki thinks he might be hallucinating when the first sight that greets him at the hideout is one he never thought he’d see in this place.

“A tree.” he mutters. Not even an artificial one, the thing sitting right into the middle of what is usually used as their conference room seems to be a genuine pine tree. It’s been fastened into a pot underneath. Christmas balls in silver and golden have been hung on the branches, and there are fairy lights ranking themselves around the trunk. A few pine needles have already dropped down and are scattered around the pot’s base. To top off this curiosity, there are presents underneath.

Tosaki clears his throat. “Shimomura!” he calls into the back of the house, but there is no response.

He kneels down to examine the four parcels sitting underneath the tree.

One must be from Shimomura, he thinks and sighs, before pulling out his own present for her and inconspicuously sliding it under the tree.

The others, if it wasn’t apparent from the writing on the name tags already, are from Nagai, Nakano and Ogura. And those three too, were to receive their own presents.

Shimomura had taken the initiative of gifting their youngest and their American team member for Christmas. Tosaki had gone along, with a lot of showcased begrudging and complaints, just so that no-one could possibly pin him as someone who had gone soft over the years. In the end, they found some passable goods, so it was not as bad as it could have been, Tosaki thoughts.

Ogura had taken his gift with him to the States, visiting his family over the holidays.

Nagai and Nakano were to spend Christmas Eve at the Nagai’s house, and Tosaki still vividly remembered the thunderstruck look on Kei’s face when they informed him that it would be for the best if he could take Nakano home for his family’s celebration. He could have stayed with them but after all, neither Tosaki nor Shimomura had ever really celebrated the occasion before and they wanted Nakano to experience a proper Christmas Eve for what was likely going to be his very first celebration in years, as well. New Years, the four of them would celebrate together – again, it had been Shimomura’s i

“It’s just going to be boring and uncomfortable.” Nagai had grumbled, “I don’t see why he has to come. My mum’s going to complain about current politics and nag us to display the proper etiquette of a good member of society, and all that. I can’t guarantee she won’t make any backhand remarks about Ajin, either.”

“If it really is terrible, we can still pick you up.” Shimomura had offered, reaching out to softly pat his head.

Miraculously, Nagai didn’t pull away. “Fine.” he had sighed.

Nakano’s excitement at the prospect of having a REAL CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION had been gargantuan from the second he had been informed. Although being a little nervous to intrude on Kei’s family celebration, he had immediately taken off to purchase gifts, including those for Kei’s mother and sister. And said excitement persisted up until today. Shimomura had received no less than five pictures already, most of which were selfies with Eriko (she was home for the occasion and seemed to be in good spirits) and one into which a beleaguered Kei had been dragged as well. Despite all his complaints, Tosaki can see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouths and with a relief that was completely unwarranted for, he notes that his two certainly-not-charges are also spending a joyful day. Not that it matters to him, naturally.

He startles when he hears the sound of keys further down the long hallway and starts making his way towards the front door.

“Good evening.” Shimomura greets him, teeth slightly chattering. Her face is tinted by a reddish hue, snow falling down from her gloves as she takes them off, before proceeding with her hat and scarf.

“Let me help you with that.” Tosaki offers, and she throws him a smile, stretching out her arms as he helps getting her getting out of her coat.

“Did you get everything you needed?” he asks, glancing over at the two large shopping bags at her side.

“Yes.” she confirms, “More than enough for Christmas dinner and to last us for the next few days.”

“We’re having a Christmas dinner?” He raises an eyebrow.

She appears just as confused, and before she can lift the two bags again, which appear quite heavy at first sight and make him wonder how on earth she carried them all this way, even from the car, he picks them up himself.

“Of course we’re having Christmas dinner.” he says, rolling his eyes, “How could I even ask?”

There’s a humorous glint in her dark eyes. “I’m not planning on poisoning you, Tosaki-san.”

“Really?” he jabs back, going along with her banter, “I thought you planned on finding out if I was an Ajin once for all.”

Shimomura shakes her head.  “There’s no need.” she says, softly, “I like you best as as a human.” she says, “That’s more than perfect to me, Yuu.”

It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in. As a blush lightens up Shimomura’s cheeks and she raises her eyes up to him in a light panic, he realizes that she did call him what she thought he did.

Before he can even attempt to assuage her, the name is fine, don’t worry about it, we’re not at work currently so I don’t mind, Shimomura, she had already taken off with a yelp off “I’ll be quick.” Into the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Tosaki sighs, ponders his life, and then takes the grocery bags to the kitchen.

 With everything sorted into the fridge and hours to prepare dinner yet, he settles back into their excuse for a living room, sinking onto their newly acquired couch.

“We don’t need a couch. This is a hideout for secret operations.” He had deadpanned, attempting to stare down Nakano and Nagai before they could carry the monstrosity inside.

“Yeah, we do.” Nakano had argued, only a yelled “hey!” from Nagai preventing him from letting go off the piece of furniture in favor of gesturing, “IKEA had a sale, you know?” He was beaming. Tosaki didn’t know what there was to beam about. “ And with just the chairs.” Nakano continued, “Man, it’s not comfortable at all. If we’re going to be here longer, might as well have one. You know, for watching the news. Or movie marathons.”

“We are not having any-“

“Oh, did you boys buy a couch?” Shimomura appears right behind him, and to his demise she appears to be rather thrilled at the purchase, “Thank you for thinking ahead. I wanted to get one all this time, and just never found the right occasion.”

Good that this is settled.” Nagai huffs, straining his arms under the weight of the couch, “Can we just carry it inside now?”

And so, the hideout came to have a couch.

It’s not too bad of an idea, Tosaki admit reluctantly, settling against the pliant cushions, definitely the more comfortable alternative to any of their sturdy chairs.

There’s the sound of steps coming down the stairs, and he finds himself straightening up.

A few seconds later, Shimomura’s standing in the doorway, rubbing her upper arm subconciousy, apparently just as loss with the situation as he is.

“Tosaki-san?”

“Oh…Shimomura.” He isn’t used to seeing her a in a red cardigan, black jeans and black wooly socks, and yet, as much as her usual office look suits her, he can’t deny that it is quite a pleasant sight.

“Matcha?” he asks, gesturing to the two steaming cups he placed on the small glassy table in front of their couch.

“Oh, yes.” she says, surprise evident in her tone, “Thank you. That’s the best after those temperatures outside.”

She takes a seat next to him, glancing over and yet seeming unable to look him in the eye.

Working together all this time, they had spent time like this in close proximity before, so under any circumstances, her behavior would have seemed odd.

But it isn’t.

Today is the first time she called him by his first name, after all.  The first time any of them used first names, at all.

“Yuu is fine.” he says, quietly, and she startles, almost spilling her tea when he does.

He takes a deep breath, then, carefully, her breathing slowing audibly as he does, wraps his hand around hers to both offer comfort and steady the cup.

“Yuu is fine.” he repeats, as though she had missed it the first time he said it. Undeniably, he knows she heard every word.

Shimomura’s face turns scarlet and she lowers her eyes to the table.

“I-is it really?” she stammers, and he finds himself nodding.

He clears his throat, a sudden emergence of nervousness in his stomach making it hard for him to speak.

“Yes. And speaking of things that are fine…” he starts, carefully choosing each word, “what about Izumi? Is that – also fine?”

He’s most certainly glad he’s steadying the cup, for otherwise, they would have had to part with the only good china they left at the hide-out in that very moment.

His assistant whips around, staring at him wide-eyed.

“It most certainly is.” she chokes, “S-Sir.”

“Yuu.” He corrects her, unable to hold back a smirk as her face turns aflame the instant the syllable leaves his lips.

“Y-yuu.” She mumbles, heaving her shoulders and only then, meeting his eyes once again.

“Yuu.” She repeats. Then, with a self-conscious laugh, “I could get used to this.

He clears his throat. “Please do.” he says.

“Of course.” She lowers the cup which causes him to temporarily let go off her hands, and he wonders if she was not yet comfortable with the gesture, only to feel the same hand suspiciously resting himself on top his palm the very next second.

“I see.” he states, and hesitates for a moment before he gives his response.

A smile brightens up her face as he links their fingers together.

“Merry Christmas… Izumi.”

[epic-potato-crisp]

In the Ajin fandom, we don’t say: “I love you.” , 

We say: “Her name is Shimomura Izumi, my highly talented secretary.” 

and I think that’s beautiful.

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I hope you like it @jamestaylor50~ I hope it compliments your story as well.