tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.

tough love

fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au

the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.

‘duo’ as in, a pair.

a pair of enemies.

media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.

two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.

the night no one could forget.

you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.

until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.

wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.

they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.

the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.

the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.

eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.

star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!

the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.

yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do

finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.

blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.

“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.

watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.

maybe score one of them too…

“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.

yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.

maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”

a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.

“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”

seems like these two were just best friends off camera.

-

10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.

mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.

her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.

you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.

when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.

sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?

tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.

“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”

‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.

“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.

“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.

a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.

blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.

flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.

moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.

his first finisher.

“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.

“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.

pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.

he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.