#tsujimura

[carrotkicks]

the goat is back

[justplaggin]

TSUJIMURA MANGA DEBUT EVERYONE CHEERED

[esmiara]

[tsukasas-doll]

TSUJIMURA YIPPEEE

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I drew my beautiful queen Tsujumura…

[elvestoneanzelote1]

A:n- sorry it took time! And 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦-𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭! 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘟 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘚𝘋 𝘹 𝘻𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪/𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺/𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴!

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The light was still on and a noise of writing could be heard.

"He went to that cafe twice why? Is he interested in that waitress?" Mutter the wavy blonde-haired male, twirls his pen while in deep thought.

"The lady has brunette hair short... Hair cut and doesn't seem to have any affair with a man..." He blabbered to himself as he crossed the lady from the picture who was talking to a man with h/c hair tied in a low ponytail, the gentle smile present on his lips while talking to the waitress.

"She might have a criminal record... No?" He said as he picked up the scissors and cut away the waitress part as he hung the male photo on the wall.

A collection of his pictures and where he goes, the pattern of where he goes and sort.

"Ayatsuji-san you have been stalking this man for the past few weeks now," said Tsujimura worriedly while glancing at the wall Ayatsuji had covered with photos of that man.

"He is a Port Mafia executive of course he is a criminal that's why I'm keeping a close eye on Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji who gently touched the photo of the man who is closed-eyed and smiling.

"By the way have you found anything regarding his ability or even about him?" Asked Ayatsuji who now turned his attention to Tsujimura who nodded and handed the file still curious about why Ayatsuji was so interested in the researcher, Y/n L/n.

"Hmm... So he eventually joined Port Mafia when he was 14, a shame he could have been still pure... But I guess that's what made him so interesting" muttered Ayatsuji who lit the file on fire alarming Tsujimura.

"Why would you-?"

"It is so little information nothing to be worried about, Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji chuckling while lit his pipe to smoke.

"Are sure... you are just keeping an eye? I mean you have been looking around him for weeks now... Sometimes you fail to catch a glimpse of him" said Tsujimura as Ayatsuji nodded.

"He had a sharp mind I will give him that... To be honest, I want to speak to him personally but Port Mafia is always not a way for me to meet him" said Ayatsuji sighing.

Tsujimura sweatdrop as she glanced around the room more likely the basement full of dolls around the walls except the photo side where he kept things like Photos and even the small things such as unused tea bags you carry around and throw because of expired or even the tissue you kept in your pocket for days to only saw later on and threw it.

"Sakaguchi-san has arrived and was asking you to explain yourself"

"Huh? What's his problem" said Ayatsuji who boredly looked at Tsujimura who shrugged it off as she had no clue.

"But either way... even I wanted to speak with him"

"Huh?" Muttered Tsujimura following Ayatsuji who started walking ahead.

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The room presents a person whose eyes flickered to the duo who have now arrived.

"What was that... I have been hearing?"

"Hearing what?" Asked Ayatsuji who kept down his pipe and took a seat with his legs crossed.

Leading Ango to sit straight as his eyes narrowed at Ayatsuji who had been keeping a tab on you.

"You have been stalking and asking around about L/n-san"

"Oh?"

"Don't oh me, He is And still the executive of Port Mafia he asks me regarding you been-"

"He asked you?" Ayarsuji interrupted Ango who had a tick mark on his forehead as he quickly composed himself and nodded.

"Yes, He was asking me if... we had a case of him which led him to be supervised of the sort, and he even described you as a person with-"

"He notices me?" Muttered Ayartsuji as a smile crept into his face.

Ango's eyes narrowed a bit by Ayatsuji's interest in you.

"I will stop if you tell me about him"

"I cannot... it is his personal life"

"He is in Port Mafia come on, Sakaguchi pretty sure you and he have talked even once even if you are not... That's eye-catching" said Ayatsuji whole eyeing Ango who was more annoyed.

"Excuse me we eventually talked just fine, We even kissed-" Ango quickly stopped his mouth yet Ayatsuji's eyes narrowed.

"What... What did you just say?"

"N-nothing, he is j-just someone as a researcher for port m-mafia nothing more" muttered Ango with his ears and face turned red.

Ayatsuji frowned more in doubt.

'Did he and Ango kiss? Why would he kiss Ango for? I bet I could be a better kisser' thought Ayatsuji to himself as he just dismissed his thoughts.

"Either way I will only stop if you arrange a meeting with him with me," said Ayatsuji as Ango's flustered face cools down as he frown.

"Why would I?"

"Alright, Don't bother me I still need to find out more about him"

"Did you even hear me, You are not stalking him again"

"Tell him if he is so bothered..." Ayatsuji paused as his eyes narrowed a bit and smirked mockingly at Ango. More likely to challenge him.

"He can make me... stop"

Ango was confused about what Ayatsuji said and left without another word.

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"What did Sakaguchi-san asked?" Asked Tsujimura who followed Ayatsuji who shrugged while playing with his Dolls set more likely searching for something.

"He was asking me to stop getting information about that researcher"

'Information? More like stalking him' thought Tsujimura who sighed while curiously glancing at the detective.

"Either way, Tsujimura-san do you think it looks the same?" Asked Ayatsuji who took out the doll.

A Chibi formed of y/n that was tailored well it was adorable... But it was also creepy why Ayatsuji had this doll.

(Like this)

(Or)

"I guess? How do you-"

"Have? Well I made it but I still find his eyes to be not matching" said Ayatsuji while bringing the doll near the collections of photos on the wall.

"...Ayatsuji-san... are you perhaps in love with him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji stopped staring at the pictures and then glanced at Tsujimura.

"love? I have no time for that as a detective..."

"B-but"

"Dolls are surely fascinating for me... But for some reason, I could say the same about him that's all, After all, he is just a criminal with no record and someday maybe I will..."

"Used your ability on him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji shook his head.

"He is not even proven as a threat by the government or even order me for it... Perhaps I want to know more about what he thinks... Or even know him nothing more"

"Like you want to be... his friend?"

Ayatsuji kept quiet as Tsujimura got a call on her phone as she left quickly leaving Tsujimura on his thoughts.

"Not that... Not friend... I don't want him to be my friend, no... No" muttered Ayatsuji to himself as he hugged the y/n doll closely and snuggled slightly with a frown present on his lips.

'Anything but not a friend'

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A:ɴ- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ! Rᴇsᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ!

[yuugen-benni]

''Between bows and lace''

Summary: Your doll shop opens in front the library, Ayatsuji's secret office; His interest is piqued…but not only in the store Type: fluff!!!, drabble, requested, a bit ooc ?, may contain spelling mistakes

Collecting, the act of selecting, gathering and organizing certain things, often based on an emotional attachment or not. There are people who collect coins, books, instruments, cars or even dolls, your passion…or should I say obsession? It really doesn't matter.

With your doll shop you shared your passion with children and adults; Collectors came and went to buy, barter, or offer some kind of partnership. But what you didn't expect was that when the door bell rang, telling you that a customer had entered the store, you would come across… a detective? His expression was serious, almost expressionless.

'Would he be a customer himself?…' You ask yourself mentally, although you know your small shop wasn't a front place for crimes that constantly happened in Yokohama, but did that information matter now? No, because panic swallowed you more and-!

''Do you make these dolls?'' Ayatsuji asks, not taking his eyes off the little ones, and that was enough to bring you back to reality.

''Oh…excuse me, welcome to the Dollhouse. Yes, we manufacture and exchange dolls with collectors…'' You answer, leaving behind the counter and heading towards him, revealing your 'uniform', a dress full of ruffles, ribbons and lace with delicate colors; long sleeves and white thigh-high stockings.

your unique outfit catches Ayatsuji's eye, causing him to momentarily divert his attention from the dolls. He seems intrigued but unimpressed by the way you've incorporated the shop's theme into your attire, perhaps he's already noticed you, at the behest of Special Division? I doubt.

''An interesting fit between the store and your own style,'' Ayatsuji comments, as he turns to the shop windows

''Oh, uh…This is how I connect with customers…especially with children'' You say a little embarrassed, while fidgeting nervously with the hem of your dress ''But then, what exactly would you like? We have a variety of dolls, from all eras and styles-''

''Actually, I'd like to make a doll''

''Wait, do? So you also produce them…But-''

''With your appearance''

You swallowed hard, surprised by the unexpected request. Making a doll of your own appearance wasn't something you would normally hear of, but the idea was intriguing. However, you still had some questions.

"A doll that looks like me?" you repeated, trying to better understand what he had in mind.

Ayatsuji nodded, his eyes still scanning the various dolls on the shelves. "Yes, exactly. With the details of your dress and your unique appearance. It would be… something unique''

''Then-''

''Then I'd like to see it more often…so I'll make a perfect replica''

As you processed his words, a range of emotions mingled within you - surprise, honor and, oddly enough, a certain warmth…? Maybe it's because of how your cheeks suddenly turned red……You were momentarily speechless, taken aback by the sincerity in the detective's words and your only reaction was nod.

And before you knew it, he was out the front door, ready to light his pipe again, ''Hey! By the way, call me [name]!'' You introduce yourself, a little too late, but in a louder tone. You didn't know if he heard you, but then he murmurs

''[name], a good name for a dainty doll''

A/N: Requested by @dearestsugar - (I preferred to write a drabble instead of a hc, I hope you like it!)

[a4th]

A very late Happy Valentine's Day!