A thin line of table salt adorned the floor in front of your bedroom. You stood behind it and stared at the demons outside of your doorway. They were staring at the salt.
Leviathan laughed. It reminded him of a low-level defense from a tower defense game. "Is that supposed to keep us out? lol."
"Yeah. I think it's working," you said.
Satan put a hand on his hip. As far as he could tell, it was plain old table salt. No magical properties whatsoever. "How so?"
"Well, none of you are crossing it. Clearly, it's having some kind of effect."
Mammon balked. "Obviously, it's because we're respectin' your privacy!" He stood closest to the line, wanting to cross it most of all.
"You're respecting my privacy by... standing right outside my door?"
Mammon opened his mouth to counter, only to come up with nothing. He stood there with his fists clenched. The feather on his belt swayed as he tapped a foot impatiently, causing the nearest salt to shift a little.
The noise annoyed Asmodeus. "Mammon, go walk through the salt."
"Why me!?"
"This is ridiculous." Lucifer crossed his arms. "Clean this up. I don't even want to know how this will damage the floors if you leave it."
"It's not even doing anything," Satan pointed out.
"If it's not doing anything, then one of you should cross it," you suggested.
"Why don't you come out to us?" Belphegor proposed. "There's only one of you, seems more fair."
"Yeah!" Asmodeus took a step away from the salt, careful not to get any on his shoes, and raised his hands. "You can run into my arms if you'd like. I'll be sure to catch you."
Their stubbornness astounded you. "Or... You guys can just admit you don't want to cross this salt."
"It's regular salt." Beelzebub knew exactly what the substance was as soon as he laid eyes on it. Plus, the smell was unmistakable. His claim was irrefutable.
"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Beel. I've seen you eat it many times." You had even taken the bag from the shared kitchen.
"Did you try walking over it?" Leviathan asked. "How are we supposed to cross it if you won't?"
"I don't need to. I'm in my room."
"You should come to our room," Belphegor offered. He was getting tired of standing around.
"Come out this instant," Lucifer ordered.
You thought about it for a whopping two seconds. "I think I'm good. I'll be in my room. If any of you need me, feel free to come in."
You retreated back inside with the rest of the half-empty salt bag. The brothers stared at you with a mix of impatience and disbelief until the wall blocked you from view.
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Their search history when m/c first arrives in the Devildom
Incl. lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel ･đŚšÂ°â§
LUCIFER
MAMMON
LEVIATHAN
SATAN
ASMODEUS
BEELZEBUB
Search history idea from the endlessly creative reignpg! Sorry for the no Belphie, m/c hadn't met him yet and I ran out of photos :C (maybe in a pt.2 with side characters if anyoneâs interested?)
zanka nijiku the character of all time. hes a closeted freak. he pretends to be stuck up. he's selfless. he's an asshole. he wasn't a good enough nepo baby and said yeah fuck you actually im leaving and dedicating my life to community service via fighting monsters and also this big stick. he talks to the stick and asks it how its doing every single morning. he's known for being aloof and nonchalant but is visibly desperate for praise and lights up upon hearing it. all his coworkers know this. he calls himself an average joe. he can dodge bullets. he's gotten his ass handed to him by a guy who gets turned on at the idea of being beat up. Twice. said dude keeps coming back for more because they match each others freak to a degree thats dangerous to the public. he can echolocate. he's been terrorized by a 15-year-old chasing him around with a used plunger. he's become an unwilling older brother figure to the aforementioned 15-year-old. he has fuckass eyebrows. he's thrown himself down a well to sulk and planned on just. staying down there. he has gay little tassel earrings and the darkest, saddest blue eyes of all time. im going insane.
Synopsis: With the emergence of highly intelligent and evolved kaiju, Hoshina has his hands full after being tasked with heading a newly formed investigative unit.
Complex and twisted as these cases turn out to be, your role as the teamâs assigned forensic analyst is a crucial one ⌠along with concealing your growing infatuation with the charming Vice Captain under a polished and professional exterior.
Contents: Mystery, investigation, suspense, romance, humour, fluff, canon-typical violence, possible depictions of sex, multi-part.
Dividers by: @uzmacchiato
" ... I saw you as another god
I could play with in this
maze of leaves and lovely blood,
performing hieroglyphs for you
with my teeth and agile feet
and dead hens harmless and jolly
as corpses in a detective story ..."
~ Fox/Fire Song by Margaret Atwood
Part 1 (Part 2, Part 3)
All his life, heâd been climbing.
He remembers the smooth rungs of the bright yellow frame in the playground, tongue experimentally searching the gap where one of his front teeth used to be as he found his way to the top.
He remembers climbing the stairs of the stage under bright lights, the squeak of his sneakers as he approached the physical education teacher, bowing before accepting the prize for athletics.
He remembers late nights, coffeeâs bitter aftertaste on his tongue, ignoring the pounding behind his brows as he squinted over well-thumbed textbooks in the university library.
Higher and higher, and heâd never stopped to look back, not even when heâd come home from another late night at the office and his wifeâs letter lay neatly folded on the table, conspicuous in her absence.
Had he failed, somewhere along the way? He supposed heâd never know now.
Heâd always done his best to keep himself in good physical condition, but this particular climb was a strain.
Mud clung to his work boots, turning each stride heavier. His hands fared no better, slick and gritty with damp earth, grazed and sore from the number of times heâd slipped on his journey upward.
This hill must be conquered, that was certain.
He was so close, almost there. A few more feet of clumsy scrambling, a leap across a half-concealed gap between the rocks, another quick stretch of aching limbs as he clambered, hand over hand, and he was â
Here.
Where he was supposed to be.
The wind was cool on his damp, ruddy cheeks, lifting his hair from the nape of his neck in blessed relief.
He wanted to reward himself, to sit down, to take a well-earned break, but something prevented him.
There was another purpose to be fulfilled, one far more pressing.
He gazed down at the domed rooftops of the temporary barracks below, and smiled.
The long climb was finally at an end.
Hoshina Soshiro considered himself a simple man.
Linking cramped fingers across the nape of his neck, he felt the satisfying stretch of stiff shoulders, a soft sigh escaping him.
After a long, dull afternoon sifting through applications, he knew exactly what he needed. The training room had his name written all over it (not that it usually didnât), and an hour or two spent refining his technique, maybe a little something extra in the department of footwork, and he â
âHoshina, there you are.â
Oh, well.
The thought was nice while it lasted.
He stood and saluted as Ashiro Mina entered, closing the door softly behind her. She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips.
âAt ease. And Iâm sorry for coming by when youâre swamped with all of ⌠this.â
She had the grace to look slightly guilty. Ashiro was an exemplary Captain, in every other way besides paperwork.
Hoshina cracked his knuckles.
âWhatâs on the menu, Cap?â
She hesitated and he raised an eyebrow.
âOh, so itâs somethinâ big.â
âHow do you â never mind. Look, you were there for the briefing at Ariake Base last week.â
âYup.â
Ashiroâs fingers were tapping out a rhythm against her elbow, one he knew signified some serious thought.
âHoshina, itâs ⌠concerning. These reports about smaller, more intelligent kaiju. I doubt any of them pose the same threat as Number Nine, but ⌠Iâm not satisfied with our current operations.â
He leaned forward, elbows on knees, expression growing serious.Â
âYou got a plan?â
âYes. Iâve been thinking about this since the briefing. What we need to tackle this isnât brute force. We need specialist input. A team that targets these cases and eliminates the threat, but also relays important feedback on the kaiju back to us. Investigative, combat and analytic potential, all rolled into one compact unit.â
Hoshina frowned, unable to control the stiffening of his posture.
âCap, surely you donât mean â â
âI want you to head this subdivision of the third.â
Trust Ashiro to lay it out with such blunt expectation. He regarded her for a moment in silence before leaning back in his chair, uttering a soft whistle.
âNow, in case youâve forgotten, Iâm Vice Captain of â â
âHoshina, Iâd never ask you to give up your position, and you know it.â
Her voice was gentle, and he felt a twinge of annoyance at the fact that he needed that reassurance. She knew exactly what she was asking of him. Â
He twirled his index fingers, tracing patterns in the air, a conductor of a deadly undercurrent.
âSo, when Iâm off, gallivanting around, sleuthing and stuff, whoâs gonna be running operations over here?â
âShinomiya.â Her answer came with no trace of hesitation. âSheâll be in line for Captaincy of her own division within a few years, and itâll be good for her to learn the ropes. Sheâll be here on temporary assignment, until your investigations have run their course.â
He didnât even have a counter to that. If there was anyone whoâd be competent enough to take up the reigns of administrative and command duties, it would be Shinomiya. She didnât exactly have people skills, per se, but she more than made up for it in other ways.
âAhh. Looks like Iâve already been repla â â
âStop that.â Ashiro levelled a finger at him. âIâll give you ten minutes to sulk.â
âThatâs it? Only ten?â
âHoshina, heading a subdivision doesnât usually carry the kind of responsibility Iâm thinking of here. Sure, youâll still be part of the third division, and report back to me as always, but this unit will function independently. What I mean to say is that ⌠â
Her hand came down flat on the tabletop.
âIâm essentially appointing you Captain of an investigative unit. Youâre the only one I can trust with this. No matter how I look at it, youâre the one with the ability, skill and experience handling kaiju whoâs a perfect fit for the job.â
He blew out a petulant breath.
âReally know how to sell it, huh?â
Ashiro smiled ruefully.
âI shouldnât have to say it, but you know that Iâve already been through every other possibility. Why else would I choose not to have you at my side for now? Youâll always be my second in command, Hoshina, and right now, this is what I need from you.â
He cracked one eye open, arms still folded.
âSay, whoâs gonna be joininâ me in my detective era?â
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
âPlease donât call it that.â
âWeâre going to what?â
Kafka was all but vibrating with excitement, while beside him, Reno did a slightly better job at containing his enthusiasm. Â
Ashiro shot Kafka a look and he straightened immediately.
âYes, Captain Ashiro. Understood. Can you ⌠give us more details of our assignment?â
She slid a folder across the desk towards them.
âVice Captain Hoshina will tell you more about his expectations, since heâs in command. From my side, weâve created a small, highly specialized unit for tracking down, neutralizing and gathering intel on highly evolved honju. There have been a few cases that the Metropolitan Police have indicated they can no longer handle, because of clear kaiju involvement. I took the liberty of getting hold of those files. Theyâre all with the Vice Captain.â
Reno frowned.
âThe Metropolitan Police? Then ⌠â
She linked her fingers beneath her chin and nodded.
âThose cases were initially flagged as homicide. Perpetrated by a human.â
Ashiro could tell how this news affected Kafka, from the faint line of worry that had appeared between his brows.
âHold on, Captain, are you saying the police couldnât tell the difference between a kaiju and human killing at first glance?â
âThatâs exactly it. I think you can guess why Iâve chosen you for this team, Kafka. Nobody else can give insight into both the human and kaiju side of things quite like you and Hoshina can.â
Only someone looking very closely would have noticed the determination that had filtered into Renoâs posture. Ashiro knew full well that from the moment sheâd assigned him to this squad, heâd appointed himself as Kafkaâs unofficial handler.
Time to rectify that.
Reno had more than distinguished himself based on his own merits.
âAs for you, Officer Ichikawa ⌠â
She watched his eyes widen slightly as his attention shifted to her.
âYour handle on a Numbers weapon so early in your career has shown your clear sense of focus, dedication, your meticulous effort and level-headed decision-making skills. Iâm sure youâll be an asset to this unit as an investigative field officer.â
Kafka shot Reno a none-too-subtle look of pride and grinned.
âHe sure will, Captain. Itâs just going to be the three of us then?â
âNot quite. Officer Izumo is currently on another assignment, but heâll be joining you for your first official meeting tomorrow.â
Renoâs face brightened even further at this news.
âAnd in addition, youâll be provided with an analyst from the Metropolitan Police, who can also serve as an operator. For emergency assistance, if required, Okonogi can always step in.â
Having received their briefing, both officers saluted before Ashiro dismissed them.
Leaning back in her chair, she found that the sight of Kafkaâs broad, dependable frame in her office had eased her worries somewhat. Â
There had been many occasions, over the past week, when sheâd wondered if she had made the right decision. It wouldnât be easy on her in terms of losing Hoshina, even if temporarily, but she was now more certain than ever that her placement of her strongest, most capable soldiers was the correct one. Â
Gaze returning to the solitary profile sheet on her table, she pursed her lips.
It seemed that the Metropolitan Police had given their own choice of analyst equally careful consideration. She could only hope that the team slid into smooth formation.
Considering some of the cases theyâd been tasked with, theyâd need to hit the ground running. Â
As you packed the detritus of a career into cardboard boxes, Igarashi sidled up to your left.
âYou should just give me those. For safe keeping.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âOh, come on. What, you think Iâll steal them?â
The look you gave him was answer enough.
âI spent good money on these, and theyâre going nowhere other than back to my apartment.â
He poked with sullen defeat at the small figurine of Ashiro Mina.
âWhat if your new colleagues find out about your collection? Think theyâll fire you for being some kind of fangirl?â
Snatching the remaining figurines away from him, which included a Vice Captain Hoshina with some rather detailed work on his abs and legs, you placed them carefully in a case youâd brought along separately.
âYour jealousy is showing. Now be a good boy and get on cataloguing that evidence.â
âYes maâam.â
 The truth was, youâd probably miss Igarashi, along with the rest of the motley team that had become regulars at the forensic unit over the years.
The opportunity youâd been handed, however, was nothing short of a dream come true.
Forensic science examined the world through the lens of a microscope, magnifying the mundane, the unseen, the details passed over by others. It was easy, over time, for the lab to turn into your universe, your unshakeable fortress of a million minute traces. Here, everything was known, and everything was safe, all according to protocol.
This laser-pointed focus was what had led your team, headed by your own initiative, to look into the Tokyo Metro Murders a year ago.
The heavy mutilation of the bodies, all belonging to maintenance crew working on the lines, had immediately led to the idea of subterranean kaiju emerging to take care of disturbances. But the analysis of the evidence and DNA collected from the workerâs clothes and bodies suggested purely human involvement, made to look like a kaijuâs work.
Your own analysis had been instrumental in altering the course of the investigation, and the suspect had eventually been apprehended.
While you were far from the most lauded forensic scientist in Tokyo, this particular case had seemingly caught someoneâs attention. Youâd been recommended, based on the techniques youâd pioneered, for a specialized unit, investigating cases where the involvement of more evolved kaiju was suspected.
It so happened that this unit was a subdivision of the Japanese Anti-Kaiju Defence Force, and youâd be working alongside some of the more well-known names in the force, a prospect that you still couldnât quite wrap your head around.
All things considered, you were an adult and a professional, a respected scientist in your field.
There was no way the idea of meeting the incredible Vice Captain Hoshina, and potentially Captain Ashiro, along with two of the most promising officers whoâd been plastered all over the television, would be intimidating, or cause you to break out into muffled shrieks reminiscent of a pterodactyl in breeding season.
Oh, no.
Never.
Youâd just have to make sure that your extensive collection of figurines was stored away safely, just as your true feelings would be tucked neatly behind the dignified form of a woman dedicated to science. Â
Now was your chance to prove your worth, on a stage larger than any youâd ever found yourself on before.
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Gojo had caught you staring again, but it wasnât at him. It was never at him.
It was the kind of look that was reserved for someone special, for someone you thought the world of.
âWhatcha lookin at all love struck, hm?â
His voice startles you, and for a fraction of a second - just before youâre able to register whoâs come stalking up behind you - the adoration in your eyes is turned on him.
Heâs disappointed to see realization dawn on you, your expression morphing into something sour, but itâs not long before blood comes rushing to your cheeks, tinting them a lovely shade of crimson.
Heâs never been able to make you blush like that. Unless heâs talking about Suguru, of course.
And of course, he knows thatâs exactly what - or rather, who - youâve been gazing at so happily.
None the less, he plays into the bit when you turn your focus back, stepping in way too close than what he knows youâre comfortable with to rest his chin on your shoulder, following your line of sight.
âDo you mind?â You huff, glaring from the corner of your eye.
âNot at all,â he breathes, watching as the tips of your ears turn pink with frustration - the only exception to his previous statement - âyouâre totally obvious, you know.â
âI donât know what you mean.â
âOh Iâm sure you do.â He scoffs in your ear, softly. âYou donât give me enough credit, Iâve been the recipient of that same look in your eyes far too many times not to recognize it.â
âBy far too many women, Iâm sure.â You snort.
âMaybe so, but none that Iâve reciprocated.â
âHow cruel. Has the great Satoru Gojo ever loved anyone? Or is your heart truly just made of ice.â You deadpan, shifting your weight to nudge him gently.
âMaybe I have.â He laughs; low in your ear, raspy. âNow stop deflecting.â
âYouâre no more entitled to my romantic life than I am to yours.â
âTouchĂŠ.â
You smirk triumphantly, turning your face to Gojoâs where his chin still rests on your shoulder. Itâs his turn to give you a knowing look out of the corner of his eye, but the stern nature of it doesnât last as you watch his lips turn up into a reluctant smirk.
The longer he holds your gaze the more your lips start to wobble and your shoulders start to shake, but the moment Gojo starts to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively is when you crack completely. Another snort escapes you, followed by a stream of laughter as your head tips back and you playfully nudge Satoruâs face away from you to escape his pressing gaze.
Youâre both blissfully ignorant of the pair of deep brown eyes scrutinizing you from just a few yards away.
Youâre too preoccupied with avoiding the stare of your friend, and heâs much too engrossed in his efforts to step into view.
Gojo Satoru has yet to make you blush, sure, but he has never failed to make you laugh - and that had to count for something.
Imagine being Rin's sister and having a crush on one of the other bllk boys. Rin would NOT be having it. (Especially if it was Isagi) đ
"Protective older bro mode: ON"
He would be a menace to both you and your crush
You've always gone to Rin's games to cheer him on, but the moment he heard you call out for someone else? A nerve was struck and his rivalry with that person immediately began (if it hadn't started before already)
Whether your crush was on the same team as himself or not, he'd probably be motivated to make your crush look bad to show that you shouldn't fall for someone as "lukewarm" or "mediocre" as that.
Trying to meet your crush after the game? Don't count on it. 9 times out of 10 Rin will find a way to get to you first before you can meet em and escort you back to your ride before I can even say a word to them.
God forbid if anyone had the audacity to try and flirt with you in front of him. They'd better bring a jacket because of the ice cold stare and attitude he'd give them as he drags you away from them (LOL)
Will only quit his antics if you threaten to not visit him or talk to him anymore, (then at least the level of his homewrecking will go down a few notches)
"If you ever break her heart, I'll break your legs" type of guy
Never forget that the reason that's he's so protective of you is because you're his precious sister, he cares 4 u, and he only wants the best 4 u, even though he might not outwardly say or show it.
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ANYWAY these smol and quick hcs ended up having such a grip on me that I had to draw an Itoshi! OC.
Her name is Itoshi Reina (ćéŁ)
I tried giving her a softer look in comparison to the bros, with rounder eyes and fluffier hair (but yes, she still definitely looks more like Rin). Her personality is also much gentler than Sae and Rin's combined though LOL.
Will probably make a charcter profile sheet sometime!
It was fun to draw a character in the Blue Lock style, so I might consider opening Blue Lock OC commissions. If anyone might be interested, dm me at @nenebun-art !
Warnings: Not really adherent to canon timeline. Idiots in love. Fluff, use of curse words, mutual pining, multiple pairings, poorly fabricated arguments (by me), slightly suggestive themes if you squint.
Iâm on chapter 140 of the manga yâall.
also is this too long? is it too wordy? is the conflict even something someone would fight over or is it a reach??? iâve never taught anyone a language but iâm trying my best to make it realistic i promise. give me (respectful) feed back pls i cannot tell.
âBzzt-Bzzt.â
Your head whips up from your textbook at the sound of your phone's text tone, eyes zeroing in on the screen.
Momâ¤ď¸:
At the grocery store - anything you need?
Your shoulders sag in disappointment. You type a quick reply to your mom before setting your phone back on the desk - this time face down.
It wasnât too often you heard from Yoichi after the initial incident, he had conveyed to you his typical routine, which left little room for consistent communication. Still, he had made an effort over the past couple of weeks to check in with you every few days.
At least thatâs how it had been.
As of this very moment, however, it had been over two weeks since you had heard anything, the last conversation having ended off with something about a selection process. Fingernails drum against your desk as you stare down at your phone, the textbook in front of you laying long forgotten. You were supposed to be studying, you want to be studying.
But more than that, you want to hear from Yoichi.
âBzzt-Bzztâ
With lightning speed you whip your phone screen-up, only to be let down once again.
Momâ¤ď¸:
Ok - be home soon!
You sigh, tossing your phone back down on the desk and resettling yourself in front of your textbook.
âItâs fine,â you think to yourself, âHeâll reach out when he can.â
Still though, you wish it wasnât taking so long.
âBzzt-Bzztâ
âŚ
Nope.
âBzzt-Bzztâ
Nuh-uh. You had already got your hopes up, twice. Not again.
âBzzt-Bzztâ
âOkay! Okay, christ this better be important.â
(Yoichi & Meguru):
Hey
Are you busy rn?
I was wondering if you could help me out with something
Your features settle into a small frown. He doesn't reach out for two whole weeks and then suddenly out of the blue he's asking for favors?
(______):
Hey, Yoichi! How are you, Yoichi! Itâs been a while, Yoichi! I hope everything is okay over there, Yoichi!
đś
(Yoichi & Meguru):
Okay okay i get it iâm sorry
things got kinda hectic over here and i had a lot on my plate
I canât fill u in rn but i promise to tell u everything when i come home, ok?
(______):
hmmm
okay
iâm sorry too
it just sucks not hearing from u
n i get a little sad
(Yoichi & Meguru):
a little?
(______):
âŚ
a lot.
:(
(Yoichi & Meguru):
LOL
(______):
okay, rude
maybe i AM busy rn
(Yoichi & Meguru):
wait wait wait
(______):
hm
(Yoichi & Meguru):
please?
(______):
ugh
fine.
what is it?
(Yoichi & Meguru)
could u help me with my english?
(______):
uh, i guess so
i actually have my textbook cracked open rn
(Yoichi & Meguru)
oh perfect
do you think you could maybe call?
You stop typing for a moment to read his message over again. Itâs not like you havenât called Yoichi before, but this time it felt different for some reason you couldnât place. It stirred up your stomach and your heartbeat to race in anticipation. You suppose it makes sense that he would want to call you, it wouldnât be much help to study pronunciation over text, but for some reason it intimidated you, just a little bit.
It isnât long before another text shakes you from your stupor.
(Yoichi & Meguru):
youâd actually be helping my teammates as well, if thatâs okay
Well now, that just added a whole other layer to your anxiety.
(______):
is there not someone on site to teach you?
(Yoichi & Meguru):
well
there is
but heâs more so a reluctant participant than an educator
i know itâs a lot to ask but seriously, anything you can do will help
(______):
alright
since you asked so nicely
(Yoichi & Meguru):
THANK YOU
okok
just a second
You stare down at your phone with butterflies in your stomach, convinced that the anticipation just might kill you.
A few stress filled moments go by before you watch your screen light up, accompanied by your phoneâs generic ring tone. You wait a moment or two longer before picking up.
âHello?â
Isagi smiles at the sound of your voice. Itâs not the same as in person, obviously, but he missed hearing regardless.
âHey, thanks again for helping out, I appreciate it.â
You laugh, a warm, familiar sound.
âDonât thank me yet.â
Isagi sighs, his attention shifting from the phone once he remembers you have an audience. His eyes meet Bachiras, wide and sparkling with anticipation, as if he was waiting for permission to speak.
âYou can say âhiâ you know, donât wait on me.â Isagi tells his friend with a laugh.
âHello ______-chan!â
âAh, that must be Meguru? I think? Iâve never actually heard him speak before.â You laugh nervously. Isagi finds it cute.
âYup! Isagi told us youâre a straight A english student, so I asked if we could call you for help because Rin-chan doesnât wanna teach us anymore.â
âOhhh, that must be the reluctant participant you mentioned earlier.â
Bachira giggles, and Isagi canât help but crack a small smile when he catches the glare Rin sends his way.
âAnyway, we donât need much, just some help with key phrases and greetings so weâre able to introduce ourselves.â
âThat shouldnât be too hard.â You say, lightheartedly. âIs it just the two of you that need help then?â
âNo, actually.â Isagi pauses to spare a glance at Aryu and Tokimitsu. The former stares over with mild intrigue while the latter looks on with a tentative expression.
âSorry to be a bother!â Tokimitsu pipes in nervously.
âNot at all! I donât mind, really. I already had my textbooks out before Yoichi even texted me, so itâs not a bother in the slightest.â
A wobbly smile stretches across Tokimitsuâs face at your reassurance. âAh! Thatâs a relief.â
âHow glam of you to be so generous with your time,â Aryu compliments, with a flip of his hair that you cannot see, âIsagi is a lucky guy to have a person like you in his life.â
The glamorous striker shoots Isagi a meaningful look that he doesnât quite catch, brushing it off to press forward with the initial purpose of the call.
âThose two are Tokimitsu and Aryu,â he briefly clarifies, âBut anyways, where do you think we should start?â
âWell I guess that would depend on how much you got through already.â
Thereâs a notable pause over the phone as the boys exchange unsure looks.
âSo⌠I take it from the silence it isnât a whole lot, is it?â
A small snicker echoes from the corner of the shared room, but Isagi chooses to ignore it.
âTo be honest the lesson was a bit disorganized, so not really.â
Bachiraâs face drops and his eyes widen as he forces down a laugh.
âAlright, weâll just start off with simple introductions then.â
. . . . .
You must have been on the phone for quite some time, because you were in the middle of reviewing weekdays with the boys when your mom came up to knock on your door for dinner.
âJust a sec!â You call over your shoulder, âIâll be right back guys, keep reviewing.â
As you pulled back from your desk you couldnât help but think about how strange this situation was. You had tutored people in the past but never before over the phone, let alone a bunch of athletes who were stuck in a militaristic, soccer training-camp on the other side.
With a click of your lock you crack your door open to reveal your mom on the other side.
âHowâs the studying going?â She asks, attempting to peek over your shoulder.
âUm, itâs definitely been an experience, thatâs for sure.â
She looks at you questioningly and you heave a sigh.
âIâm not sure why, but Yoichi asked me to help him and a few others with their english? So Iâve been reviewing basics with them.â
âOh! Thatâs nice, so youâre killing two birds with one stone?â
You shrug, âSorta, it canât hurt to review those things, but it's not the material I need to study for the upcomming exam."
"Ah, I see," She nods affirmatively, "Do you need me to give you an out?"
You laugh a little, shaking your head.
"No, the exam is next monday so I still have plenty of time to study the right material."
"Alright, would you like me to bring your dinner to your room, then?"
You nod, expression a mix of relief and fatigue, "That would be greatly appreciated, thanks."
She chuckles, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
"Hang in there, sweetheart."
With a soft click, you're once again shut into your room to continue studying. You could hear some sort of ongoing disagreement over the receiver so you quickly shuffle back to your seat, plopping back down with a huff.
"So! Where were we?"
"_____-chan! Settle something for us won't you?" Bachira pipes up, ignoring your question.
"Uhhh, okay?"
"Rin-chan says I'm pronouncing this word wrong, but I'm saying it the way you taught me."
"Well, pronunciations can differ." You assure.
"Not this one."
You recoil from your phone at the sound of a new voice, staring hard at the end call button. That must be 'Rin-chan', you surmised.
"Okay then, what's the word?" You ask slowly, taking extra care to keep your voice level.
There's a brief pause and you hear papers shuffling over the receiver.
"Tuhmoorrow." Bachira says the word slowly, syllables rolling over his tongue expirimentally.
"I don't hear anything wrong with that? It sounds perfectly fine to me." You conclude. This Rin person had to be on something.
"Toomahrow."
"Huh?"
"Toomahrow. That's the correct pronunciation."
Well that was just nitpicking. You realize now, what the disparity was.
"You know what? You're right." You relent, leaning back in your chair. You let the delivery simmer for a moment before speaking back up. "If we're referring to Standard American English, that is."
Rin's head whips around, eyes zeroing in on the cellular device like he was trying to melt it with heat vision.
Blissfully unaware of the death glare, you continue on uninhibited.
"But 'tuhmoorow' is the British English pronunciation, which means it's not inherently incorrect in this context."
You hear snickering over the phone, but you're unable to decipher who it's coming from. Someone clicks their tongue and the snickering graduates to something slightly louder.
"Don't be mean you guys, he didn't know any better. We all make mistakes right?"
Your face breaks into a grin when you hear a snort crackle across the line. You know you're rubbing salt in the wound but you can't help it. It's at least a little deserved if he was so confident about correcting you.
Someone in the distance slams a door and you hear a brief cry of protest followed by frantic shuffling and another, softer click, which you assume is the sound of someone following the first person out to diffuse.
"Did I... go too far?"
"Not far enough honestly." Yoichi mumbles into the receiver. "I think that we made enough progress for today, though, thanks to you."
"Agreed," Aryu, nods, speaking for the first time in a while, "It was kind of of you to take the time out of your night to help us out."
"And thanks for teaching us the difference between 'toomahrow' and 'tuhmoorow'."
"PFT. Don't start, please, I feel kinda bad as it is."
"You shouldn't, he's the one who picked a fight he couldn't win." Isagi grumbles, only slightly defensive.
"Okay okay, well I'm gonna head out for the night then," You say, tone dampened with slight disappointment. Part of you wanted to stay on a little longer so you could catch up with Yoichi, but you had the feeling that there wouldn't be much privacy.
"Ah, alright then. Talk to you soon?"
"Yes, soon, please."
Isagi rolls his eyes, but there's no weight behind the gesture.
"Byebye _____-chan! Talk to you very soon!"
You laugh, "Don't get my hopes up, please."
"I would never."
With a final goodbye to what was left of your little study group, you end the call a - and with a click of a button, your room feels that much more empty.
. . . . .
Water gushes from the faucet as you gather skincare products from the vanity in your bathroom, bobbing along to the music blasting through your earbuds. You were just about to splash your face with water when the music cuts, lowering in favor of an incoming text message.
"Message from (Yoichi & Meguru)."
You start, quickly turning your faucet off and reaching for your phone. You had emphasized wanted to hear from Yoichi more, but this seemed kinda soon.
Not that you were complaining.
(Yoichi & Meguru):
______ channnnn
i think you broke rin chan
he's been pouting ever since he got back from the showers
(______):
meguruuuuuu
I have no regrets tbh
smart ass deserved it
(Yoichi & Meguru):
that's so cold
since when did you become so ruthless?
(______):
since my best friend and girlfriend dropped off the face of the earth, that's when
(Yoichi & Meguru):
:O
(______):
that's right, i'm holding your ass accountable too
(Yoichi & Meguru):
my ass has done nothing to you
itâs perfectly bubbly and non offensive
(______):
nuh uh, don't get cute with me now
it's not gonna save you
where did you guys go??
(Yoichi & Meguru):
isagi didn't tell you?
we got separated
he had to win my hand back like the fair maiden i am
he didnt actually tho, we stole him from his team
(______):
PFT
ok princess
he did mention a selection process when i last talked to him
but that's it
what do you mean by stealing him tho?
(Yoichi & Meguru):
he really didn't tell u much, did he?
(______):
nope
(Yoichi & Meguru):
k well
to put it shortly
blue lock has three selections
the first one was the alphabetic teams, like team Z
the second one was a battle royale kinda, where u partner with two other ppl and whoever wins gets to steal someone from the other team
n i got stolen in the first round by rin chan
(______):
ah i see
what's the third selection?
(Yoichi & Meguru):
third selection was a match against some of the worlds top players
(______):
woah
intense
(Yoichi & Meguru):
very
it doesn't end there either
(______):
well then what's next?
(Yoichi & Meguru):
not sure yet
(______):
Bruh.
(Yoichi & Meguru):
I'm just telling u what i know
n i'm trying to be quick abt it bc isagi doesn't know i nabbed his phone again
(______):
you say that with full confidence as if he's not gonna see the chat history the next time we talk
(Yoichi & Meguru):
that's if he actually remembers to txt u
(______):
OH
OKAY
OUCH.
(Yoichi & Meguru):
it's okay ______ chan
i'd never forget to text you for two whole weeks ;)
(______):
meguru u little shit stirrer
that is NOT the point
(Yoichi & Meguru):
i have no clue what you're talkin about ;P
(______):
sure you don't
(Yoichi & Meguru):
would you look at that!!
ur not gf isagi is back
it's time for ur gf to go now byeeeee!
(______):
i'm calling ur bluff
When you don't get an immediate response, you consider the fact that maybe Meguru wasn't bluffing to escape accountability.
(Yoichi & Meguru):
huh?
(______):
...
which one is this
(Yoichi & Meguru):
your 'not gf' apparently
i can't believe the two of you are still running with that bit
Ok so it's definitely Yoichi.
(______):
wym bit
we're really gfs yoichi u just have to accept this
(Yoichi & Meguru):
hmmm
no.
âWhat if we were all girlfriends, would you accept if then?â
The phone in Isagiâs hand nearly goes clattering to the ground as he turns to see Bachira hovering over his shoulder, eyes glittering with mischief.
âStop doing that.â
âAnswer the question.â
âNo, itâs a stupid question.â
â⌠Youâre blushing.â
Isagi reaches beside him, grasping the single pillow on his cot, and proceeding to whip it full force into Bachiraâs smug face. The brunette falls back on the bed, having lost his balance, landing with a soft âoof.â He stares blankly off into space for a moment, dazed, before shifting his gaze back to Isagi, who had leveled him with a hard stare.
âI am not. blushing.â
A conniving grin splits across Bachiraâs face as he observes the way Isagiâs cheeks grow redder by the second.
âSure you arenât.â
âBachira.â
âNo really, I totally believe you.â
The moment Isagi reaches to reclaim his pillow, Bachira is up and across the room in a flash, jumping in his cot and throwing the covers over his head.
Isagi throws a glare over at Bachira, or where he should be, according to the lump under the covers, before returning his attention to the phone.
(______):
I canât believe my best friend doesnât support my relationship iâm honestly so hurt rn
guess youâre NOT invited to the wedding.
(Yoichi & Meguru):
youâre fucking rediculous
(______):
only for you <333
(Yoichi & Meguru):
donât tell your girlfriend that, he might get jealous
(______):
itâs fine
weâre an open relationship ;)
(Yoichi & Meguru):
donât know a single soul who would want to subject themselves to that kind of torture, but stay delusional ig
(______):
youâre insufferable, actually
but i guess thatâs what makes us soulmates, ichi
There it was again. That nickname.
Isagi fights the blush rising to his cheeks, but ultimately fails. You have to know what youâre doing, right?
(Yoichi & Meguru):
you miss me SO much
(______):
okay
ruin the moment why donât you?
(Yoichi & Meguru):
you totally canât live with out me
You scoff, spitting out your toothpaste indignantly. He leaves for maybe a month or two and this is the behavior he exhibits? Not that itâs anything terribly unusual but he sure is laying it on real fuckinâ thick.
(______):
need i remind you
(Yoichi & Meguru):
please do
(______):
which of us BOUGHT a new phone for the SOLE PURPOSE of keeping in contact with the other
if anything, YOU miss ME
bitch
(Yoichi & Meguru):
Yeah
I do
donât appreciate being called a bitch after going through all that effort though
coulda bought myself a few fancy meals instead, you know
(______):
maybe
but then you wouldnât be talking to ur best friend who makes u so so so happy all the time like rnďżź
(Yoichi & Meguru):
yeah i know
just thought iâd remind u how lucky u are
(______):
youâre full of shit, yoichi
(Yoichi & Meguru):
you love it
(______):
i cannot confirm nor deny đ¤
but i AM gonna lay myself down on my bed and sleep bc iâm very tired after all the back breaking work i did today teaching you delinquents
(Yoichi & Meguru):
exaggerating a bit, arenât we?
(______):
nope, not at all
goodnight!! <3
Isagiâs lips curl into soft a grin, fingers tapping out a quick âgn <3â before he tosses the device under his pillow.
He really did miss you, and no amount of luxury meals could ever make him regret his decision.
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~In which your childhood best friend, Isagi Yoichi, uses his saved up goal points to buy a phone at blue lock so he can keep in touch with you while heâs gone-
Warnings: Not adherent to canon timeline at ALL. Set back in team Z days. This is purely for funsies as I have not read the manga and am only up to ep 18 of the anime. Fluff, use of curse words, mutual pining, multiple pairings, slightly suggestive themes if you squint.
proofread kind of (itâs 2:30 am and i donât wanna wait to post this)
It was in the wee hours of a Saturday morning, drifting off amidst the lull of a nature documentary, that you received an oddly familiar message from an unknown number. 10 Digits of mystery floated at the top of your phone screen for a moment, before sliding up into your notification history. Bloodshot eyes strained to read the numbers, trying to make sense of the arrangement before you promptly gave up to acknowledge the message attached.
(Unknown):
U up?
A frown settles over your features. Did someone get a digit wrong in their haste to make a booty call? It certainly seemed to be the case.
(_______):
I think you have the wrong number.
Three dots pop up at the bottom of the screen as you stare blankly, eyes closing in a slow blink.
(Unknown):
wait.
this isnât _______?
Once droopy eyes laced with sleep snap open to full attention. Who on earth had your number?
(_______):
no YOU wait.
just who tf is this???
(Unknown):
I asked you first.
(______):
idgaf youâre the one who texted ME.
YOU introduce yourself FIRST mf.
(unknown):
Itâs Isagi? Isagi Yoichi??
(_______):
WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT LIKE ITS OBVIOUS
hOW ARE YOH EVEN AVLE TO TEXT ME ANYEAYS?
i thought you werenât able to have phones??
(Unknown):
You can trade goal points for privileges
like phones
to text people with
You scan the message, the baritone of isagiâs voice rattling around in your skull as you stare through narrowed lids. You can hear the shit eating grin on his face, expression so palpable in your minds eye that you could practically reach out and squeeze his cheeks between your thumb and forefinger. Isagi had always been sassy, you are aware of this, however his tone is almost smug - cocky, even.
Whatever. You can fix that.
(_______):
alright
go text someone then
iâm going to bed.
(Unknown):
WAIT
______ please
talk to me
(_______):
how are you so sure youâre speaking to this _____ person, hm??
(Unknown):
you wouldnât be responding to me otherwise
besides i know how you text
i got it locked in
(_______):
yea right okay
come to think of it
(Unknown):
?
(_______):
this is a new phone right?
(Unknown):
yea
completely new
only one contact allowed
i gotta win more to get more slots
(________):
so
you just
have my phone number memorized?
(Unknown):
âŚ
yes
(______):
AWWWWWWW
yoichi!!!
are you embarrassed???
You watch as the three dots at the bottom of the chat bubble up, only to disappear and then reappear with a simple;
(yoichi):
maybe.
(______):
NOOOOOOOO
itâs cute that you have it memorized
AND iâm the only contact you have? iâm so flattered, Ichi.
Isagi letâs out a heaving sigh as he throws his arm across his eyes. It really was between you and his mom, but he doesnât want his mom bombarding him with questions. Not to mention she probably isnât awake at this hour either.
Ichi. You used to call him that when you both were real little. His first name was âtoo many syllables,â apparently, your old reasoning still not making much sense ten years later. Still, it never failed to make his heart flutter in his chest when you addressed him by his childhood nickname.
âWhoâs gotcha all worked up, hm?â A sing song voice chirps over his shoulder. Big yellow eyes stare inquisitively at the phone screen, glinting amongst the dark.
âBachira!â Isagi whisper yells, jolting in his futon.
âYeeesss?â
Isagiâs eyes narrow at the brunette, but he chooses to say nothing further to scold him, only locking the phone and placing it atop his chest.
âYou gotta girlfriend or somethin?â Bachira pries, unrelenting.
âGo back to sleep. Please.â
âHow can I do that now that Iâm intrigued?â
âUnintrigue yourself.â
Isagi rolls to his side, bringing his phone in front of his face. He has yet to type a reply, feeling slightly intimidated now that he has an audience.
How ironic, he thinks.
His thumbs hover over the keyboard, rosy cheek caught between his teeth.
Amidst his contemplation however, a devious Bachira sat plotting.
With a heaving sigh, Bachira feigns disappointment, shuffling in his bedding as if preparing to go back to sleep.
âFine then, if you wonât tell me then Iâll justâŚâ The moment he sees Isagiâs shoulders relax at the notion of being left alone, Bachira makes his move, âhave to figure it out myself!â
With deadly efficiency, Bachira reaches around Isagiâs shoulderâs to snatch the phone from his hands. Heâs quick to burrow himself back underneath the zip up covers, hoarding his prize.
Muffled protests come from outside, but Bachira merely ignores them, opting to snap a quick, up close and personal selfie, and press send.
(yoichi):
heyyyyyyyy
An undignified snort escapes you when the photo loads. Two large eyes stare at you from your phone screen, distorted by the lack of distance from the camera. Itâs mostly forehead if youâre being honest, but you can make out an impish smile on the strangerâs doll like features.
(______):
LOL
Hi there
(Yoichi):
So
eho is thid
Isagos gf or smthn???
This time an audible laugh escapes you as you flip over on your side.
(______):
Isago? im not familiar with this⌠isago?
An imaginary friend of yours perhaps?
(yoichi):
no
issgi is real
osagi
sagi
I
SA
GO
**GI
ISAGI
REAL
Youâre wheezing into your hand at this point, vision blurred with tears.
(______):
Ohhhhh ISAGI !!
yea i know that guy
(Yoichi):
So you ARE his gf then
(______):
Hmm no, i am not
sorry to disappoint
(Yoichi):
You coulf never fisappoint me ______, pinky pomise ;)
(_______):
whoah are we on a first name basis already?
moving a little fast arenât we?
(yoichi):
well if youâre not isagiâs gf then you can be MY gf and iâll b YOUR gf
and we can make him jealous bc weâre gfs and hes nobodyâs gf
(______):
hmmmmm
u kno what
youâve convinced me
whatâs your name gf?
(yoichi):
meguru
(______):
is that ur first name, meguru?
(yoichi & meguru):
mhm
i gotta go now tho
isgiâs gettin mad cuz i nabbed his phone
heâs trying to fet me unfer yhe cuvers
(______):
tell him ur my gf and he canât have u
(yoichi & meguru):
ok.
You giggle at the sudden shift in tone, his punctuation making the ordeal seem so much more serious than it really was.
Three dots bubble up at the corner of the screen once again and you wonder whoâs in control of the phone this time.
(yoichi & meguru):
HES RLLY MAD _______
IM NOT SURE HOW MUCH LONGER I HAVe
TLK T O YO U LA TERB YEGF
The chat goes dead after that, and youâre left wondering if youâll get another text from your new friend or his assailant the rest of the night.
Soon enough you have your answer as the dots pop up again, this time in a much more familiar cadence.
(yoichi & meguru):
jesus fucking christ
(_______):
HAHAHAHAHAHA
(yoichi & meguru):
seriously.
(_______):
everything ok over there???
howâs your victim? is he breathing?? does he still have a pulse???
(yoichi & meguru):
he is NOT a victim he is a conVICT.
(_______):
GASP
donât talk about my gf like that heâs sensitive
(yoichi & meguru):
WTF
GROSS
dONT TYPE OUT GASP YOU FUCKING LOSER WHAT
(______):
your j mad u arnt gfs like me n meguru
(yoichi & meguru):
yk what
(______):
no
tell me
Isagi rolls his eyes, shifting underneath the covers of his futon.
(yoichi & meguru):
I donât need this. Iâm going to bed.
(______):
awwwwwww okay
goodnight, miss you lots
canât wait for you to come home a big soccer star
(yoichi & meguru):
yeah yeah
reluctantly
i miss you too
You smile groggily at your phone, a pang of sadness hitting your chest. Youâre proud of him, you really are, but you miss your best friend more than anything right now.
(______):
hehehe
talk to you later, ichi <3
Iâll be cheering you on as always!!
âMan, you really arenât being fair,â He thinks to himself.
(yoichi & meguru)
yea, thanks <3
talk to you later
(______):
OH
BEFORE YOU GO !!
(yoichi & meguru):
yeah?
(______):
give my gf a smooch goodnight for me, k?
thatâs all ur the greatest gn !!
And just like thatâs itâs back to antics.
Isagi canât help the annoyed groan the escapes him, followed by a mischievous giggle from the space behind him.
âHoly fucking hell, shut the fuck up.â Three spaces over, Raichi lays with his pillow shoved over his head, âIf Iâm not at my âAâ game tomorrow because the two of you were up gossiping all night Iâm going to make it your goddamn problem, got it? Now go to fucking sleep or Iâll make you.â
âOoooo, so scary.â Naruhaya pipes up from opposite the disgruntled striker. âSeriously though guys? with all due respect? Shut up.â
âMessage received.â Isagi thinks, finally shifting into a comfortable position for the night.
KNB has me in a chokehold lately and I think this is my way of healing my inner teen, tbh.
I know itâs a widely accepted concept through out the fandom that heâs kind of an ass and a bit pig headed emotionally , but i think thatâs because he, in actuality, is a huge softie whoâs afraid of getting his hopes up only to get hurt. (again)
However, when he just happens to stumble upon someone who doesnât just see him as some sort of freak of nature sports prodigy he slowly but surely feels his guard dropping little by little, mostly against his will.
His primary love language is absolutely touch, with out a shadow of a doubt.
And not just having a hand resting on your ass whenever he can get away with it, or cupping a titty while cuddling.
I mean the kind of touch thatâs his subtle way of staking claim, both of you and for others to see, and for you to know heâs comfortable around you with out always having to express it with words.
For example; being shoulder to shoulder, letting your thighs and knees touch when youâre sitting next to each other, standing behind you when youâre on the train together, resting his chin on top of your head, and while less subtle, holding your hand or having an arm around your waist. He likes being in your personal space, because it reassures him that you want him to be there. The best thing you can do is be responsive to his touch, lean into it, give his hand a little squeeze, kiss his shoulder when he slings an arm around you. It makes him feel especially good when he notices that heâs the only person you let get that close.
Another one is acts of service. Kinda.
Itâs little things, because letâs be real I donât think heâs the type to really go above and beyond that often, but heâs absolutely protective of you, and isnât gonna let you go a moment of your life uncomfortable if he has a say.
Sometimes he does put up a bit of a stink though.
If he notices youâre cold, heâll offer a sweatshirt, he runs hot anyways. If he notices youâre struggling to keep up with him and tired, heâll grumble and tell you to hop on his back. If you tell him youâre hungry, heâs gonna buy you something, whether it was your intention for him to do so or not. If you wanna go somewhere, heâs gonna go with you, because heâll be damned if he letâs you go anywhere alone. Heâs your scary dog privilege.
Heâs not much of a talker himself, but heâll listen to you. As long as he can lay in your lap, of course. Youâll have his full attention if you run your fingers through his hair while youâre talking, and if you stop heâll peek an eye open and stare at you in offense. He remembers what you tell him too, and heâll find a way to mention, offhandedly some obscure detail about it weeks later.
The last most prominent love language is quality time.
He likes it when you come watch him at practice, and Wakamatsu likes it because when youâre there he actually shows up. Itâs why youâre allowed to stay in the first place. He also frequently hangs out at your house just so he can watch you go about your life while he chills out. Kinda like body doubling, for those of you with ADHD. Again, he likes being in your space, it makes him feel wanted and safe - both of which he will probably never admit to.
Then again you donât really need him to. You just already know.
KNB characters and what lingerie they like to see you in ;)
not proof read - at this point i havent even written it yet, but im just not gonna bother lol
also this is a mix of the GOM and MY favorite characters bc the other regulars need some love IMO and i am here to GIVE
warnings: suggestive but no hardcore smut but iâm still tagging it as such just in case
minors dni
Kuroko Tetsuya:
Something simple like a silk nightgown. He isnât a fan of complicated pieces that he has to solve a puzzle just to get you out of. Would absolutely get frustrated and end up tearing it on accident and then feel really bad he ruined such a pretty piece of clothing. Like obviously he thinks you look stunning, but heâd rather put more energy and focus on pleasuring you.
In all honesty you probably just happen to stumble upon this preference by complete accident.
Youâre just minding your business, getting ready for bed on a warmer night of the year and you pull this number out of the closet and Tetsu is absolutely floored when he sees you climb into bed next to him like something out of a dream.
Heâs so flustered he doesnât know what to do with himself. Like is now a good time to initiate something?? You donât really seem to be all that aware of his internal struggle until heâs pulling you in to an embrace just a little more needily than usual and burying his face into your neck all shy like.Â
 - âTetsuya? Honey, is everything okay?â
 - âI really want you - right now. May I?â
Goodness gracious, okay, yes, of course sir, right away sir.Â
Kagami Taiga:
Absolutely does not care what you are wearing, ever.
You could be wearing a trash bag and this man would still want you.
That being said, he will go absolutely feral if he sees you in thigh highs.
I am a firm believer that Kagami Taiga is a thigh man. Doesnât matter what shape or size they are, stretch marks or thigh gaps - he again, does not give a single fuck.
You could be wearing them all day and he would have the hardest time keeping his eyes off you. Heâs gonna be real riled up the moment he gets you alone so be prepared and be aware that with great power comes great responsibility.
Cut to the two of you trying to relax at the end of the day - whatever it was you had been out and about taking care of - and heâs got his head resting between your legs as he tries to relax while watching TV.
Key word: tries.
His self restraint is absolutely demolished the moment you absentmindedly run your hands through his hair and the only thing he decides he wants is you using those same hands to tug at his hair as he fucks you with his tongue âtil youâre crying.
 - âAre you even aware of what youâre doing to me or have you been riling me up all day on purpose?â
Aomine Daiki:
Wear one of his t-shirts, plain and simple.
Especially if youâve stolen it and he catches you going about your business.
He just canât let that go unpunished ya know?
And youâre not wearing any panties? You gotta know what youâre doing to him, babe.
Tosses your cute ass over his shoulder and totes you off to the bedroom to take care of you. Is extra sure to leave hickies in places that are a little too hard to cover as well as ones all over your chest, for him and him only.
May be a little rougher than usual - usually heâs kinda lax in bed, likes to watch you ride him so he can see your titties bounce - but tonight heâs gonna have your legs over his shoulders as he fucks you so hard youâre seeing stars.
 - âThink you can take my shirt with out asking and get away with it, huh?â
yes, yes you can.
Kise Ryota:
If you think for one second heâs not the one buying you lingerie youâre wrong.
He has you model each and every purchase only to end up tearing it off you because he canât be bothered to figure out how to take it off.
Also really likes tearing clothes off of you, literally, so you made him promise that anything he tore off of you would be something he bought you and something he would therefore replace. It happens that often fortunately unfortunately.
he def has his favorites that he canât bear to part with though.
A couple of examples are this sheer robe, this delicate set, and this one with the choker.
Wear one of his button downs over that last one with a pair of heels and heâs on his knees for you in seconds.
 - âAnything for you, my love <3.â
Akashi Seijuro:
Another fan of slip dresses but will absolutely swell with pride if you present yourself in something he can use to restrain you.Â
It shows him that you have complete and total trust in him, enough to let him have full control of the situation.
Please let this man tie you up in silk it will be the experience of your life.
Will praise you like itâs his sole purpose to do so; tells you how good youâre doing, how pretty you moan, kisses away tears of overstimulation as he works you with his hands, traces along the fabric as he admires each and every part of your body as if he were searing it into his mind to remember if he were to lose the ability to see tomorrow.Â
 - âTruly, how lucky am I to have a goddess such as you at my fingertips. I beg your forgiveness for the sinful acts I may partake in, with your permission.â
Midorima Shintaro:
Something simple, like a matching sheer bra and panty set.
Not a big fan of those terribly intricate sets, despite having the dexterity to pick them apart with ease. He just prefers the simpler things in life. Like the button down over braw and panties combo.
Thereâs just something so domestic and sweet about it that it turns his normally stoic demeanor entirely soft.
Will wrap his arms around your midsection and trail kisses up and down your neck and shoulder as he slides his shirt off of your body with ease. Definitely not the way to go if you want him to be rough with you, because heâs going to take his time with you, making sure to whisper little affirmations of love with every gentle kiss that will have you melting just the way he did when he saw you in his shirt.
âHave I ever told you how much I treasure you, darling?â
Murasakibara Atsushi:
Be naked. Thatâs it.
Seriously, he does not have the time for any of that. Lingerie gets in the way of his mouth being on your body and he does not like that.
The one thing he might tolerate would be a pretty little choker with a charm he can watch dangle as you ride him. Even then, thatâs pushing it.
Has a tendency to barge in on you while your changing, or in the shower and will just invite himself into your space with absolutely zero shame.
Heâll of course respect you if you say no, but if you just so happen to be in the mood heâs absolutely gonna indulge.Â
Trust that youâre always gonna have bitemarks on your thighs because he canât get enough of you, so thigh highs are a no.
T-shirts and button downs get in the way of your tits, so that is also a no.
And any intricate lacy bullshit is gonna get torn off of you in favor of figuring out how to unclasp all those tiny little hooks, so thatâs also a big fat no.
Just no.
 - âHuh? you spent a lot of money on that? Oh well, Iâll just have to make you feel so good you forget all about that stupid pile of lace, right?â
Izuki Shun:
Is, for once, speechless.
You just prance in to the bedroom from the master bath, clad in nothing but this sexy little number acting like itâs just a normal Tuesday and not the best night of his life.
Seriously, you just brush right past him like itâs no big deal. At least you try to.
You barely make it past him before heâs scooping you into his arms and holding you hostage so you have no choice but to wrap your legs around him so you donât slip.
Genuinely so tempted to drop some cheesy one liner but for once he cannot come up with any for the life of him - not to mention heâs sure if he had one, it would absolutely kill the moment.
So he keeps his mouth busy by other means.
Well, until the act is over and done with. Youâre just starting to drift off to sleep when he sensually whispers some dumb pun in your ear and ruins the moment.
 - âShun, please you were so close.â
 - âHmmm, those last two words sounded much nicer when you were moaning them a couple minutes ago.â
Sakurai Ryo:
Honestly thinks lingerie is really pretty but is terribly intimidated by it.
Much more partial to something softer, like this set.
This man legit apologizes for staring like thatâs not the whole point of this exchange.
Careful though. Once you pry his hands away from his face and get him to put them on your body, he wont remove them until youâre thoroughly spent and heâs had his fill of you.
He might act all shy and reluctant but this man is greedy, through and through. heâs got all your most sensitive spots committed to memory and he plans to exploit them to the best of his ability. In other words, youâre in for a long night.
Hushes all your half hearted pleas with desperate pleas of his own.
 - âI know, I know, Iâm sorry, just one more okay? You can give me one more, right? Please, please, please I need to see how pretty you look when you come, so be good for me, okay?â
Momoi Satsuki:
Will absolutely dress you up in pink.
It doesnât matter if you absolutely hate the color, sheâs gonna decorate you in pink lace, baby doll lingerie and youâre gonna let her admire you until sheâs satisfied.
Then sheâs gonna pick the garment off piece by piece with her teeth, leaving little love bites and hickies in her wake.
Sheâll leave the least coverage-y articles like the choker and garters because she still wants to enjoy the way her colors look on such delicate parts of your body. Will definitely ask to take pictures of specifically those places decorated in hickies. Leaves out your privates though, because she wants you to be fully comfortable with the pictures she has on her phone.
-Â âLook how cute you are! I canât believe you thought you didnât like pink, youâre mine after all!â
Chifuyuu x Reader
Your alarm blared from underneath your pillow, violently tearing you from sleep. Patting around, you yank your phone in front of your face. The pastels of your lock screen stare back at you, clock reading 5:30 AM.
Think of the paycheck. You tell yourself, before dragging your body from the bed and padding your way to the bathroom and turning on the shower.
It wasnât long before you were dressed and ready, hair neat, with a caffeinated drink in hand.
Bidding your apartment goodbye, you make your way out of the building and toward the train station. The clocks read 6:17 and you nervously worked at your lip, wondering what the day had in store for you.
Baji hadnât mentioned much about Chifuyu, other than a few minor details, so you were essentially in the dark about your only other coworker. You hoped that maybe youâd be able to make a work friend, or at the very least, he would be nice. You had your fair share of shitty coworkers, and they often made the difference between a good shift and a bad one.Â
You guess if heâs a friend of Baji and Kazutoraâs he canât be that bad.
After nodding off and nearly missing your stop, you manage to scramble off the train before the doors could close, a chill traveling up your spine at the thought of being late on your first day. Youâd definitely get an earful from Kazutora.Â
Looking up from your phone you see the Pet Shop come into view, letting out a sigh of relief when you notice the lights are still off.Â
However this arose another problem. Now you have to wait.
You let out a sigh, breath clouding in the frigid morning air.
Your phoneâs clock read 6:55. It was surprisingly quiet in the surrounding city, a few people here and there passing by, possibly on their way to their own jobs. You glanced longingly across the street at a quaint looking bakery, watching as who you assumed was the owner bustle about as she placed fresh pastries in the window. Maybe you had time to buy some? It would be a nice peace offering to your coworker, you thought, but then again, you didnât know his preferences or if he had allergies, so you stayed put.
You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself in spite of the icy morning temperature. Your warm drink had long since gone cold, and you found yourself wishing you had brought a pair of gloves with you. You rubbed your palms together, blowing air into them every so often, but it did little to help your rapidly numbing fingers.Â
Your manager sure was running late, you surmised as you checked your phone once again. It read 7:10.
A large yawn escapes you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.Â
The sound of footsteps catches your attention, and you look over to see a man coming towards you. His striking turquoise eyes catch yours, and you find yourself unable to look away from the ridiculously pretty stranger.Â
He offers you a polite, apologetic smile as he comes to a stop in front of you, and youâre too awestruck to do anything more than stare.
âYou must be the new hire, am I right?â He asks, pulling a set of keys from his pocket.Â
You nod, burying your heated cheeks further into your jacket.Â
âThatâd be me.â You offer, hoping he didnât notice the way your face flushed red.
You took the time to observe him as he flipped through the keys, noting a piercing in one ear. The silver hoop glinted in the morning light, but it wasnât the only thing about him that glowed. His deep brown hair shone in the sun, surrounding his head in a halo of warmth that made him look nearly angelic. Your face heated further at the thought. This was your boss you were talking about! You shouldnât be entertaining any sort of attraction.
After selecting the right key, Chifuyu shoved it in the door, jerking it slightly as he pushed it open.
âThis door has a tendency to stick, so youâre probably gonna have to be a little aggressive with it when you open. Iâll give you a set of keys just in case so you donât have to wait for me to get here if youâre ever here before me again.â Chifuyu explains, holding the door open, motioning for you to walk in ahead of him. You brush past him into the shop and he follows after you, locking the door behind him.Â
You stop awkwardly by the counter, glancing around as Chifuyu turns on the lights and sets his keys down. The store itself was a moderate size, not too big, with isles of pet supplies and other necessities. At the front of the store was a play pen, filled with toys.Â
Chifuyu watches as you glance around the store, taking in your surroundings for the first time.
âHas Kazutora never brought you here?â He asks, motioning for you to follow him.
âWell, not since he and Baji first bought the place. Itâs a lot different from what it used to be.â You respond, absentmindedly glancing about as you follow Chifuyu to the back.Â
âAh I see.â He acknowledges, âI actually used to work here back in high school. But I quit when I went away for Uni. You can imagine my surprise when I heard that they had decided to buy the place from the old owner.â
âOh. Whatâd you go for?âÂ
Chifuyu froze abruptly, nearly resulting in you walking face first into his back.
âOh, um⌠Aviation.â He answered shortly, tone clipped. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach. Had you touched a nerve? Itâs not like you could have known that it was a sore subject but still, youâd rather hold onto the pleasant conversation than have it die out.Â
However, it seemed as though Chifuyu had decided otherwise.
He flicked on the lights in the back, illuminating the back hall and two huge rooms that continued off of it, each with their own label of âCatsâ and âDogsâ.Â
It wasnât long before Chifuyu launched into a practiced speech about maintenance and feeding for the animals, introducing each of them by name and sharing little quirks and habits they each had.Â
He spoke so animatedly that you found it easy to follow every word, the manager even cracking a few jokes here and there about the animals' tendencies. Speaking of, they all seemed rather excited to see him, and you recalled Bajiâs bitter admission of their favoritism toward Chifuyu.
âThat covers just about everything,â He concluded, turning around and offering a sympathetic smile, âI know itâs a lot, so if you have any questions feel free to ask.â
âYou were pretty clear on everything but if I need any reminders Iâll be sure to bother you.â You joked, smiling back up at him.
The corners of Chifuyuâs eyes crinkled in amusement and a warm giddy feeling settled in your chest. He motioned back up to the front of the store with his chin, âLetâs get you set up at the register and then we can finish up opening, sound good?â
You nod, padding after him with a small smile on your face.
. . . . .Â
It wasnât long before the two of you settled into a peaceful coexistence. You manned the register while Chifuyu took care of things in the back, occasionally making his way over to check on you. Every now and again youâd pass on a question from an inquiring customer, but other than that, your first shift was going perfectly smooth.
Youâre shaken from your thoughts when you hear the bell above the doorway ring, accompanied by two loud voices disturbing the peaceful atmosphere.
âI just think that maybe youâre hovering a bit too much.â The first voice said, abrasive and raspy - Baji - you recognized.
His companion scoffed in reply, âIs it a crime to want to see how my baby cousin is doing on their first day at work? Weâre in the area anyways.â
You recognized the second voice as none other than Kazutora. He came to visit you? You smile to yourself and roll your eyes, he sure likes to play into the overprotective older brother role.
âSpeak of the devil. If it isn't the bright eyeâd new employee.â Baji exclaimed as he caught your eye from the store entrance. âHowâs your first shift going?â
âSo far so good,â You answer Baji with a grin, âA little rich that you refer to me as your âbabyâ cousin tho, Kaz. Who exactly was it that had to carry you home after your sorry ass got plastered last Saturday?â
Kazutora grumbled, reaching over the counter to ruffle your hair. âConsider it paying off a debt you owe for getting you this job.â He shot back.
âYeah, yeah whatever.â You tease, glancing back to Baji. âWhat made the two of you want to stop by?â
âJust wanted to check in on you really, aside from a few minor things weâve been putting off with the shop, thereâs no particular reason.â He concludes, gaze shifting from you to something behind you.
You follow his gaze to see Chifuyu standing behind you in the cramped register area just beyond the back hallway. You flush after noting the lack of distance, directing your gaze somewhere out the shop window. You didnât want to risk looking over at Kazutora, knowing heâd pick up right away what was going through your head. If Baji noticed, he didnât say anything, luckily.
It took everything you had to push the blush back down, letting out a puff of air as soon as you felt your temperature return to normal.
âWhat are you two doing here?â Chifuyu asks nonchalantly, leaning back against the wall.Â
Baji launches into an explanation and you tune out, watching the passerbyâs outside. The hustle and bustle of the people outside was quick to distract you, and you found yourself focusing on the bakery across the street. A couple sat on the bench just outside the store, sharing a box of baked goods. It was a warm display, and you watched as one of the two reached out to wipe something from their partner's face, their countenance warm with adoration so apparent it made your heart ache.
â...about you? You in, ______?â
For the second time that day, Baji brought you out of your daydreams, as you realized that the conversation had come to a pause, the expectant gazes of your three coworkers waiting for an answer to a question you hadnât heard.Â
âWhat?â You ask, dumbly.
âPft.â You watch as Kazutora snickers and Baji shakes his head, and glance over to Chifuyu for help. The corners of his eyes are crinkled in that same amused look from earlier that made your heart beat a little harder in your chest.
âWeâre going to get drinks after we close, you wanna come with us?â
Chifuyu reiterates - inquisitive, turquoise eyes gazing into yours.
âOh um, well I have an essay to finish, and since I have to be up early tomorrow for work Iâm not sure itâs the best idea.â
âBooooo!â You hear your cousin protest, âCome on, Itâll just be a few drinks to celebrate our newest employee! We canât do that if the guest of honor isnât there now can we?â
âBut Kaz-â You groan, but he doesn't allow you to finish.
âAh, ah, ah. You can always finish that essay tomorrow. And Iâm sure Chifuyu will understand if youâre just a little late in the morning. Heâs no stranger to opening alone anyways.â
You sigh, mulling over your options. You know that if youâre adamant about staying home that Kaz won't really push you on it, but it would be nice to celebrate your first day. Not to mention, you certainly wouldn't mind getting to know Chifuyu a little better, for work purposes, of course.
Still unsure about Kazutoraâs final statement though, you turn to Chifuyu for reassurance, gazing up at him with an inquisitive look similar to his own.Â
Chifuyu was quick to look away, however, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âItâs really up to you, I wonât mind, I promise.â
With another heaving sigh, you relent, much to the excitement of Baji and Kazutora. They soon bid the two of you goodbye, shouting about the bar you were supposed to meet them at. You wave them off, noting how Chifuyu shakes his head out of the corner of your eye, a smile stretched across his face.
You decide that day that you really like the way Chifuyu smiles.
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Pet Shop TokyoRev AU where everyone is living their best life bc I said so.
Ft. Pet shop trio (mainly) with guest appearances with from the rest of the main cast
{Prologue}
Chifuyuu Matsuno x Reader
Warnings - Age Gap (reader is 22 while the rest of the characters are their canon 2017 ages) hints of love at first sight, lots of fluffy cute stuff, a sickening amount of cheesy tropes :) not really proofread
âI think Iâm in love with my boss.â
Your friend leveled you with an unimpressed glare.
âCanât this wait âtil later? Iâd like to at least get in an hour of review before we get completely sidetracked.â They scold, turning back to their textbook.Â
âWell, if I donât talk about it now then there will be no studying done on my part.â You frown, glaring down at your computer. No matter how many times you read over the questions on the page, you couldnât manage to retain the information long enough to make sense of it.Â
Sighing your friend tosses their pen down on the textbook with a thwack. Their scathing look is unwavering, but neither is your will.Â
âUgh, fine. But let's get out of the library first.â They relent, frustratedly shoving their materials into their backpack and throwing it over their shoulder. You snap your laptop shut and race you after them as they grumble in defeat.
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âAlright, now spill.â Your friend demands, sitting back in their booth seat of your regular rustic, homey coffee shop.
âWell, it all started back when I was looking for a job in the spring semesterâŚâ
âI just donât know what Iâm gonna do, Kaz, I really can't handle another waitressing job.â You huffed into your pillows.Â
Your cousin raised an eyebrow at you from his seat at your desk.Â
âGiven that you once got fired for purposely dousing a customer with hot soup, I think that's best for both you and the restaurant industry.â Kazutora snickered, swiftly dodging the pillow hurtling toward him.
âIn my fucking defense,â You start, narrowing your eyes at him, âHe grabbed my ass and refused to pay unless I agreed to go out with him, so as far as Iâm concerned, he had it coming.â
âYouâre absolutely right.â Kazutora concluded, âBut it doesnât make pouring soup on his lap any less entertaining.â
You heave a sigh and flop back down on your bed. âYouâre not helping.â
âWell how about this,â Kazutora, tosses the pillow back to you, hitting you square in the face. You frown at him, but hold your tongue so heâll finish his thought faster.Â
âIâll talk to Baji and see if heâd be okay with you working at the shop. Our part time employee just quit, so thereâs an opening. Iâll just tell him I know someone qualified.â Your cousin finishes.
You spring up in bed, grinning at Kazutora, âWait, really?â
He grins at you, âYeah, why not. At least that way I know our next employee won't be a stick in the mud.â
âWait, this is actually perfect, Kaz.â You say âMy landlord has been up my ass about being unemployed and I can finally tell him to shove it.â
âWell there you go.âÂ
âThank gods.â You sigh, flopping back onto your bed for the nth time.
âItâs not set in stone yet, so donât get too comfortable. Maybe look for a few back ups just in case.â
âYeah, yeah Iâll get on that tomorrow.â You dismissed with a wave of your hand.
Kazutoraâs ringer suddenly blasts from his phone, and you peek over at him. He pulls his phone from his pocket, brows raising when he sees the caller ID. He slides his thumb across the screen and puts the speaker up to his ear. A series of âmhmâs and âyeahâs follow, and youâre just about to tune out the conversation when you hear Kazutora mention you.
âYeah sure, Iâll be there, you mind if I bring my cousin with me? Promised them Iâd hang out tonight, so I donât wanna bail. Alright cool, see you in a bit.â
Kazutora hangs up and tosses his phone on the bed beside you.
âWell, it looks like your interview is coming sooner than you thought cuzâ. Bajiâs invited us out for drinks.â
âHow is that an interview? And Iâm nowhere near ready to go anywhere right now.âÂ
Kazutora rolls his eyes.
âWell hurry up and change then, you have twenty minutes!â
Kazutora snatches his phone from the bed, quickly moving to shove you back down on the bed after youâve gotten up. You land with a disgruntled âoof,â glaring at him as he runs out of the room, giggling like a child.
âIâm taking an extra five minutes just for that you ass!â
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An hour later, the two of you made your way into a polished looking bar, but not so much that it seemed too fancy for casual drinks.
 Kazutora waved to a man sitting at the bar, whose handsome face was decorated with a broad, sharp-toothed smile.Â
A laugh escaped Kazutora as he weaved his way through the tables toward his friend, excitedly clasping his hand before bringing Baji in for a hug. You let out a chuff of your own at the sight. Whenever those two hung out it was like they hadnât seen each other in ages, a stranger would never assume that they saw each other nearly every day.Â
âYou remember my cousin right?â Kazutora asked, motioning to you as you came up beside them.
Baji laughed, reaching out to ruffle your hair. âSure do, youâre the runt thatâd always follow Kaz around like a lost puppy whenever the guys got together.â
You scowl, smacking Bajiâs hand away from your head.Â
âYeah and Iâm now very much an adult, whose head you shouldn't be patting.â
Baji lets out a snort, ruffling your hair once more to irk you.Â
âYou want a drink? âts on me tonight.â He smiles at you and Kazutora, grabbing his drink from the bar.Â
A mischievous grin spreads across Kazutoraâs face, âWell why didnât ya say so?â
âNot you, dipshit, any drinks I cover for you tonight will come out of your paycheck, I was askinâ them.â Baji juts his chin towards you. You snort out a laugh at the way Kazutoraâs face falls.
âMan, why are you like this?â Your cousin grumbles, waving the bartender over. With his attention occupied, you turn to Baji.
âSo whatâs the occasion?â You ask.
âNothing too special,â he answers as you seat yourself beside him, âI knew Kaz was in the area and I happened to be nearby on business. Used to come to this place a lot when I was still in Uni.â
âAh, I see.â
âCome to think of it, youâre in Uni right now, aren't you? For Animal Science?â
You nod and smile, âYeah, howâd you know?â
Baji chuckles, âKaz likes to brag about you a lot. Probably âcause youâre the closest thing he has to a younger sibling.â
You smile, sharing a knowing look with Baji. After everything with his parents happened, Kazutora came to live with you and your family as his only other kin. It was a bit of an adjustment, but you much preferred having him around over being an only child.
âHey! You talkinâ shit or something?â
âOh absolutely.â You grin, turning to Kazutora who held a drink in each hand.
âWell, I guess Iâll keep both of these to myself then, oh ungrateful cousin of mine.â
You roll your eyes and glance over to Baji whoâs looking on with amusement. âSee what I have to deal with?â
âHey, at least you don't work with him.â
Kazutora pouts as the both of you dissolve into a fit of giggles. âAnd to think I was going to offer you a job at my store, but if thatâs how you feel, then I guess youâll have to find work elsewhere.â
Your cousin huffs, setting the drink down in front of you.Â
âYou mean our store?â Baji pipes up from beside you.
âYup, my poor little cousin is broke and in serious need of a job before rent is due or else theyâll be booted.â
âWhat happened to your last job? Assuming you had one that is.â Baji asks you, curiosity evident in his tone.
You sigh as a shit eating grin stretches across Kazutoraâs face.
âWellâŚâ
Roaring laughter filled the bar as you concluded your harrowing tale, much to the chagrin of other patrons, but baji paid them no mind.
âMan what a tool!â
âThatâs what I said, but apparently âcausing third degree burns on someoneâs genitalsâ is a felony in the eyes of the Japanese government.â
Baji guffaws âHow come you arenât a felon then?â
âIt wasnât actually a third degree burn, the soup wasnât hot enough, the jerk just wanted to kick up a fuss âcause he got rejected.â
âMan Kaz has too much of an influence on you.â
Kazutora scoffs at the accusation, âYou say that, but youâre not the one who grew up with them. A real terror, this one is.â
âOnly when provoked.â You counter smugly.
Baji shakes his head at the two of you. You remind him a lot of Kazutora, back when he was just a bit more chaotic than he is now. He liked that about you.
âSo, Kaz mentioned you want a position at the pet shop then?â
âYeah,â You admit sheepishly, gnawing at your bottom lip, âI hate to ask this of you, especially when you werenât expecting a job application on a night out, but I would really appreciate it. Iâll do any chore, work any hours you give me, even if it overlaps with a class, Iâll find a way to-â
âWoah woah woah, hold on now.â Baji stops you, âBefore you attempt to sell your soul, we really only need someone to work weekends seven to seven with the manager.â
âOh!⌠oh.âÂ
âThat work for you?â Baji asks with a friendly smile.
âYeah, thatâs perfect actually.â
âAlright, itâs settled then! Youâll start this saturday!â
You look over to Kazutora, who was sitting on the other side of you, face lit up with a grin, âWelcome to the team cuz.â
âCheers to that.â Baji exclaims, lifting his glass to the two of yoursâ before downing his drink in one swig. âIâll have to text Chifuyuu to let him know he wonât be alone this saturday, Iâm sure heâll be relieved, weekends are the most hectic.â
âChifuyuâs the manager.â Kazutora clarifies, noting your confusion.
âAnd you made him work alone?â You scoff.
Baji waves his hand as if to swat away your accusatory tone.Â
âHeâs plenty capable, the animals like him the best anyway.â He adds the last part, bitterly.
âItâs a wonder the two of you own the business and not the other way around.â
âCareful now, youâre still new you know.â
âYeah well Iâm off the clock.â
Your quip earns a snort from Kazutora.
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The night ends with you exchanging numbers with Baji, post drinking contest, which Kazutora regrettably lost. You being unfortunate enough to have to lug his drunk ass back home.Â
It wasnât until you plopped yourself in bed that you received a text from your new boss, letting you know it was him as well as what he would need to get you into the system by saturday. You quickly shoot back a text letting him know you got the message and that youâd have everything to him the following night.
A thumbs up was his only response. Feeling safe to go to bed, you tossed your phone on the floor before burying yourself in your duvet, relieved that you wouldn't have to worry about your next paycheck.
Genre: hurt/comfort fluff with suggestive undertones
Warnings: MC is a little sad at the beginning of the story
Based off of that one chat where Dia invites MC out for crepes for a couples special.
When you agreed to Diavoloâs request to go out for crepes, you didnât realize what exactly you were getting yourself into.
Yes it was under the pretense of pretending to be a couple - all for the limited time toppings, of course - but you severely underestimated the risks involved. It was normal for you to spend one on one time with the prince of the Devildom, and as the Human World ambassador, it was expected of you. What you didnât consider is what the general public would think when they saw the future king of Hell on what seemed like a date with an average human.
And so you planted yourself firmly on Asmoâs bed, buried in his plush duvet while he sat at his vanity, listening intently to your dramatic reading of a devildom gossip mag.
âLord Diavolo on a date with a human? Believe it or not dear reader, it's more likely than you think. Just this past Saturday, The Lord Diavolo was spotted chowing down on crepes with the Human World Ambassador, just outside the Demon Lordâs castle. Allegedly, there was a couple's deal that seemed too sweet for the two lovers to pass up, though maybe they should have put a cap on that sweet tooth. Social media has been howling! Pictures upon pictures of the two on their not so secret rendezvous on devilgram have been blowing up with their not so sugary comment sections. It seems that this fling will turn out to be short and hardly sweet. Tune in next week for the Devildomâs latest gossip. Sincerely, the Gossip Goat.â
âOh darling, thatâs bad.â Asmo remarked, twisting back around in his seat to fix his liner.
âI know right? The grammar, the run on sentences? Itâs all too cheesy as well. I mean, what kind of name is âGossip Goatâ?â You complain, tossing your D.D.D. onto the bed.
âOh, no love, I was referring to what was written, not how.âÂ
You frown at your companion, hoping your glare of death would somehow cause him to mess up his eye liner.
âFrowning at me will only give you premature wrinkles, my dear.â
Without so much as a glance your way, Asmodeus, capped his liner. He inspected his work in the mirror, smiling contentedly, before dramatically swirling around in his chair to face you again.Â
âAnd all this stress is gonna give me gray hairs. The future isnât looking too bright for me now is it?â You snap, throwing yourself back down on the bed.
Asmo giggles at your display, coming to sit down beside you.
âHave you heard anything from Lord Diavolo?â He asks.
You sigh, turning to where your DDD lay discarded beside you. You flip it up to see nothing on the lock screen.
âNot a word.â
âHe must be drowning in paperwork right about now. He probably hasnât heard anything of it.â Asmo tried to reassure you, but you werenât buying it. Somehow that just didnât seem likely with Barbatos at his side. That demon seemed to have a handle on everything.
You didnât say as much, figuring youâd let Asmoâs attempt at reassuring you be comfort enough.
âI donât know what Iâm gonna do Asmo.â You whisper. You had never faced this much controversy in your own world, let alone the devildom, which was filled with demons.
âHm, well, this should blow over in the next week or so.â He said, reaching up to move the hair that had fallen over your face behind your ear, âAnd if it doesnât I'm sure Lucifer will personally deal with this matter, as well as my brothers and I, if things really get messy.âÂ
The soothing motions of Asmodeusâs hand running through your hair and the gentle smile that graced his features were a jarring juxtaposition to the threat behind his words. The tension behind his porcelain features, palpable.
Sometimes you forgot you were living with seven of the most powerful demons in existence.
It was comforting in a way, to know they cared for you so much.
âIn any case, you, my love, need to relax. And luckily, I know just the way to make that happen!â
Asmo proceeded to whisk you away to his spa sized bathroom, pulling out all the stops with a full facial, mani-pedi, and a massage you had to assure him you didnât need to be full body.
By the time you were done with what asmo claimed to be his âPatented, de-stressing miracle routineâ the demon had sent you off to bed, saying you needed a full night's rest - âwhich you certainly won't get with meâ he had concluded with a playful wink.
However, when you settled into bed for the night, you found yourself tossing and turning more than sleeping.
It wasnât like you werenât entirely exhausted from the day's events, your body was heavy and your eyelids were drooping so much you couldn't keep them open, but your brain just wouldnât shut off.
Somewhere on your nightstand you hear your D.D.D. buzz, and you reach over, patting your hand around blindly. Itâs probably belphie, you think, if itâs at this hour.
Flipping your phone over, youâre temporarily blinded by the glare until your eyes adjust.
It most certainly was not belphie.
You stare at Diavoloâs contact lighting up your screen, unsure how to proceed.
Diavolo: Are you awake?
Diavolo waits with bated breath as he sees the three little dotâs pop up at the bottom of his screen. He had neglected to text you all day, having been buried in paperwork, and it had taken him much longer than usual to complete it.
It wasnât that he was stressed about the tabloids, in all honesty, this wasnât all that uncommon of an experience for him being royalty and all. He was more worried about how you were doing.
It was a lapse in judgement on his part and he felt terrible that you were facing the full force of the consequences of his actions. He really should have thought his invitation through, especially in the context of which you were meeting him. Hells, what was he thinking?
He enjoyed spending time with you and he enjoyed crepes, it didnât seem like such a harmful idea at the time. Yet here he was, guilt ridden.
Diavolo was pulled from his thoughts when your response popped up on screen.
_____: Yeah.
He hurriedly typed out his reply.
Diavolo: Iâm assuming youâve seen the tabloids then?
_____: Yeah.
Diavolo: Can we talk about it?
Diavolo: In person, I mean.
_____: Yeah.
Gods, what were you, a robot? You grimace at your entirely dry responses, feeling terrible that you had nothing more to offer than âYeah.â Though, you were afraid that if you allowed yourself to say anything more than that, you would end up spilling your guts to Diavolo, and you didnât want to pile on more to his already overflowing plate.Â
Suddenly you felt the energy in the room shift, the familiar thrum of magic surging through your body, spreading from your chest to the rest of your limbs. Diavoloâs familiar and almost overwhelming presence washes over you.
Oh hells. When he said âin personâ, you didnât realize he meant now.
You immediately shoot up in your bed, patting down your hair the best you can.Â
âAha, sorry, did I startle you? Iâm sorry, I guess I should have given you more of a warning.â Diavoloâs normally deep voice was even deeper than usual from sleep, or fatigue, you werenât able to tell. Either way you felt bad for him.
âAh, itâs okay really, I just didnât realize when you asked to talk that you meant so soon.â You say softly.Â
âOh jeez.â He laughs, âNow I feel worse.â
You let out an undignified snort. âDonât, please. Itâs not like I was going to get any sleep anyways.â
You can't quite make out Diavoloâs face in the dark, but itâs just enough that you can see his face twist with guilt.
You opt not to say anything more, afraid that if you do, youâll just make him feel worse.
The silence draws on for a bit before Diavolo takes a step toward you, closing the majority of the gap before sitting himself in front of you, criss-cross applesauce. If you werenât so out of it youâd probably laugh and take a moment to snap a picture of him, but you werenât feeling quite up to it.
âHey, _____?â Diavolo inquired, voice so gentle it made your heart ache.Â
You felt the sting of tears threatening to spill, and you werenât so sure that you would be able to keep them at bay. Your friendship with the future Demon King wasnât something you ever expected to develop during your time here, however, it snuck up on you. With each passing day in the Devildom, the bond between you only grew stronger, and you couldnât help but look forward to spending time with him - when you got the chance, that was - and you didnât want that to have to end.
âYeah?â You replied, unable to disguise the shake in your voice. A tear slid down your cheek.
âI'm sorry.â
âYou donât have to-â
â-But I do.â
Diavolo cuts you off before you can refute his apology.
âNo matter how you look at it, this is my fault. I know better, Iâm used to this sort of thing, but you arenât. I didnât think my actions through, and now youâre dealing with the brunt of the consequences, and Iâm truly sorry for that.â
Tears are falling freely down your face now, and what little you could make of his expressions before is now completely obscured.
â___-â
âI donât want you to have to think about every little detail whenever you hang out with me though!â You exclaim in a harsh whisper, âYou deserve to just be Diavolo every once in a while! Not Lord Diavolo, or the Future King of Demons! You deserve to just exist how you want, I donât want our friendship to be another thing you have to manage!â
Your outburst takes Diavolo aback, his heart softening in his chest. Of course you would be concerned for him. You didnât think enough about yourself, especially when it came to others. Your existence in the House of Lamentation was a testament to that.
However, you werenât quite done expressing yourself.
âI just- I feel bad enough that Iâve caused you so much trouble. You deserve to have a relationship with someone outside of obligation or duty and I really wanted to give you that. But all that ended with is... everyone thinking that weâre⌠involved.â
To your dismay, Diavolo started to laugh. It wasnât a mocking laugh, in actuality it was more of a giggle, which some part of you found adorable. But at the moment you were mortified.
âIâve dealt with thousands of years of trouble and scandals far worse than this, I promise you, youâve done nothing to trouble me. As I said I am responsible for this instance. Youâve most definitely succeeded in making me feel like a valued companion, so you don't need to worry about that. And as for the last oneâŚâ Diavolo trailed off, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.Â
His words hung in the air, and you waited for him to continue. His gold eyes, rich with emotion, looked into your own and your breath caught in your throat.
âIs that really such a bad thing?â
Silence hangs in the air as you stare at Diavolo, he can see the gears in your head turning, trying to decipher what he means.
âI- I mean, isnât it embarrassing for you? To be seen with a human, let alone rumored to be in a relationship with one?â You stammer, cheeks heating in embarrassment.
âIâm not talking about in the eyes of the public.â Diavolo stated, holding your gaze.
âŚ
Oh.
Oh.
âOh hells, Dia-â Your face bloomed a shade of red so bright you thought you might start glowing.
âFrankly, what the public thinks about my personal relationships doesnât matter. Being the Heir to the Devildom Throne grants me certain privileges, and youâll find that down here we certainly donât abide by Human World royal standards. Not to mention, those tabloids just exist to entertain the petty.â
âI see.â
âBut back to the previous topic,â Diavolo grinned, teeth glinting in the low light of the room, âYou seem to be quite flustered _____. Why is that?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â You shoot back, averting your eyes. In truth it had crossed your mind before, the thought of you and Diavolo becoming more than friends. But you knew he had duties to uphold like someday producing an heir of his own, ruling the Devildom in his fatherâs absence, all while attending R.A.D. He couldnât afford distractions. From what Lucifer told you, marriage in the Devildom was often a political move and nothing more. Diavolo had nothing to gain from an intimate relationship with you, so the only viable reason you could see him dating you was for entertainment.Â
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at the thought, but not the good kind. The thought of being some sort of novelty to him made you sick. You tried to push away the negative thoughts and feelings buzzing inside of you.
âI believe thatâs why I asked, _____.â You look back to Diavolo to find he was now much closer than before. He was fully on his knees now, situated between your parted legs from where you sat on the edge of your bed. Your blush, now unable to be contained by your face, spreads through the rest of your body.
No matter how much you tried, you couldn't bring yourself to speak.
You averted your gaze to his chest, which you just now realized was entirely bare. He really wasted no time in getting here, did he. Your face blooms into a shade of red that Diavolo finds particularly flattering on you, but at the moment, he was much more interested in what was going on behind those pretty eyes of yours
He slipped a large, calloused hand beneath your chin, tilting your gaze to meet his.
âPlease, _____.â
Gods you were so weak.
That gaze of his was always so quick to make you crumble.
âI personally⌠enjoy the idea of going on more outings like this, as⌠more than friends. But IâŚâ You trail off, unsure of how to continue your sentence. Diavolo is quick to encourage you to continue.
âBut youâŚâÂ
He almost sounded hopeful, you surmised.
âIâm not sure how exactly that would work, or if it would work at all.â
âWell, isnât that the point of dating someone? Demon Prince or otherwise?â
âI guess so.â You agreed.
Even in the dark of your room, you could see the grin on Diavoloâs handsome face, as clear as day.
âWhat are you smiling for?â
âYou want to be more than friends.â
You goran, attempting to cover your face in embarrassment, but Diavolo is quick to pry them away. You turn your head as a last resort, however, you find yourself incapable of ignoring his presence as he leaned in to you.
â______, look at me, please?â
You gradually shift your gaze to his - pools of molten gold staring back at you through lidded eyes.
âI want that too, very much so.â
He was so close, you could feel the way his lips moved with each word, before coming to a pause over yours.
âMay I kiss you?â
You could have sworn your heart stopped at that moment.
âPlease.â
That was all he needed before he gently, passionately, slotted his lips with yours.
