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How do the Fushiguros react to the hottest summer reality show? crack/sfw (Mamaguro is alive and called Mari)
Day 1
Tsumiki is watching love island downstairs. Mari is standing in the doorway, refusing to sit down because "she has things to do." That doesn't stop her from asking questions every two minutes. Eventually, she caves and sits on the sofa, but says it won't happen again.
Day 4
Tsumiki and Mari are shaking their heads disapprovingly at the actions of the new bombshell. Snacks in hand, the two gossip like hired panelists, discussing the inevitability of a departure from the villa during the next recoupling. Toji thinks it's a waste of time.
Day 7
Megumi sits next to his sister on the sofa, pretending to text someone. Every so often, he'll look up and roll his eyes at whoever is smizing on camera, or grimace at the uncomfortably loud kissing noises. By the end of the episode, his phone is abandoned on the table, and he's quietly planning angry twitter posts about the newest love triangle.
Day 13
It's the highlights, and Toji doesn't get why his whole family is so obsessed with this show. "You saw this part yesterday. Why waste time watching the extended cut?"
Nobody asks him how he knows this scene was on yesterday.
Day 16
Toji walks past with a laundry basket.
"She's not picking him that bum at the recoupling, not after what he did at the terrace."
Three heads whip round to look at him.
"Are you watching this in secret?" Tsumiki asks.
"Work gossip. You know how it is."
No one believes him.
Day 17
Toji's phone lights up next to Megumi. Instinctively, he picks it up to take to his dad, but does a double take at the text message.
Shiu: Just tell your wife man. I'm not going down for your bs again.
10 seconds later
Shiu: She'll forgive you for watching Love Island without her.
Shiu: But not for using fake phone numbers to rig the votes.
Megumi takes the phone to his mum.
Day 18
Mari, Tsumiki, and Megumi are all sat on the sofa, tuned in for today's episode. Toji's been downgraded to the floor, but Mari feeds him popcorn every so often.
"You guys better not act like this," Toji says to his kids whenever one of the contestants makes a less than favourable decision.
Megumi and Tsumiki roll their eyes. Mari giggles.
They're all excited for Casa Amor.
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How do the Fushiguros react to the hottest summer reality show? crack/sfw (Mamaguro is alive and called Mari)
Day 1
Tsumiki is watching love island downstairs. Mari is standing in the doorway, refusing to sit down because "she has things to do." That doesn't stop her from asking questions every two minutes. Eventually, she caves and sits on the sofa, but says it won't happen again.
Day 4
Tsumiki and Mari are shaking their heads disapprovingly at the actions of the new bombshell. Snacks in hand, the two gossip like hired panelists, discussing the inevitability of a departure from the villa during the next recoupling. Toji thinks it's a waste of time.
Day 7
Megumi sits next to his sister on the sofa, pretending to text someone. Every so often, he'll look up and roll his eyes at whoever is smizing on camera, or grimace at the uncomfortably loud kissing noises. By the end of the episode, his phone is abandoned on the table, and he's quietly planning angry twitter posts about the newest love triangle.
Day 13
It's the highlights, and Toji doesn't get why his whole family is so obsessed with this show. "You saw this part yesterday. Why waste time watching the extended cut?"
Nobody asks him how he knows this scene was on yesterday.
Day 16
Toji walks past with a laundry basket.
"She's not picking him that bum at the recoupling, not after what he did at the terrace."
Three heads whip round to look at him.
"Are you watching this in secret?" Tsumiki asks.
"Work gossip. You know how it is."
No one believes him.
Day 17
Toji's phone lights up next to Megumi. Instinctively, he picks it up to take to his dad, but does a double take at the text message.
Shiu: Just tell your wife man. I'm not going down for your bs again.
10 seconds later
Shiu: She'll forgive you for watching Love Island without her.
Shiu: But not for using fake phone numbers to rig the votes.
Megumi takes the phone to his mum.
Day 18
Mari, Tsumiki, and Megumi are all sat on the sofa, tuned in for today's episode. Toji's been downgraded to the floor, but Mari feeds him popcorn every so often.
"You guys better not act like this," Toji says to his kids whenever one of the contestants makes a less than favourable decision.
Megumi and Tsumiki roll their eyes. Mari giggles.
They're all excited for Casa Amor.
How do the Fushiguros react to the hottest summer reality show? crack/sfw (Mamaguro is alive and called Mari)
Day 1
Tsumiki is watching love island downstairs. Mari is standing in the doorway, refusing to sit down because "she has things to do." That doesn't stop her from asking questions every two minutes. Eventually, she caves and sits on the sofa, but says it won't happen again.
Day 4
Tsumiki and Mari are shaking their heads disapprovingly at the actions of the new bombshell. Snacks in hand, the two gossip like hired panelists, discussing the inevitability of a departure from the villa during the next recoupling. Toji thinks it's a waste of time.
Day 7
Megumi sits next to his sister on the sofa, pretending to text someone. Every so often, he'll look up and roll his eyes at whoever is smizing on camera, or grimace at the uncomfortably loud kissing noises. By the end of the episode, his phone is abandoned on the table, and he's quietly planning angry twitter posts about the newest love triangle.
Day 13
It's the highlights, and Toji doesn't get why his whole family is so obsessed with this show. "You saw this part yesterday. Why waste time watching the extended cut?"
Nobody asks him how he knows this scene was on yesterday.
Day 16
Toji walks past with a laundry basket.
"She's not picking him that bum at the recoupling, not after what he did at the terrace."
Three heads whip round to look at him.
"Are you watching this in secret?" Tsumiki asks.
"Work gossip. You know how it is."
No one believes him.
Day 17
Toji's phone lights up next to Megumi. Instinctively, he picks it up to take to his dad, but does a double take at the text message.
Shiu: Just tell your wife man. I'm not going down for your bs again.
10 seconds later
Shiu: She'll forgive you for watching Love Island without her.
Shiu: But not for using fake phone numbers to rig the votes.
Megumi takes the phone to his mum.
Day 18
Mari, Tsumiki, and Megumi are all sat on the sofa, tuned in for today's episode. Toji's been downgraded to the floor, but Mari feeds him popcorn every so often.
"You guys better not act like this," Toji says to his kids whenever one of the contestants makes a less than favourable decision.
Megumi and Tsumiki roll their eyes. Mari giggles.
They're all excited for Casa Amor.
This was supposed to be a short songfic but I'm now at 1.6k words and nothing has happened yet so here you are.
You know that one summer that changes your life and completely shapes you as a person? This is Satoru's. Otherwise known as his third act rebellion.
Angst I suppose. Prequel to Sixth Restaurant, before he becomes an annoying MBA student and nepo baby restaurant owner
Satoru lay sprawled on his messy king sized bed, staring at the ornate light fixture on his ceiling. A carefully curated playlist of video game soundtracks played from his speaker while sheets of papers and textbooks were scattered on his desk. He had long since abandoned those, choosing to mull over his existence instead.
It wasn’t the wisest choice, but he lived for moments he could just exist for himself.
The second time Satoru had ever stepped out of line, he had decided to study food science instead of economics or law. His most recent act of quiet rebellion, he couldn’t even be proud of because his family found a way to spin it in their favour.
Labs aren’t open 24 hours, you can finish your projects and come back home. You don’t need to live on campus. Any group assignments can be done here, you don’t need to be distracted by parties and drinking.
And as usual, Satoru agreed wordlessly. Twenty years old, and he had the same level of privacy and social interactions as a preteen. A driver took him to and from university, and his interactions with his only friend Shoko were limited to the campus library, networking events, or stuffy dinners at his estate.
He still remembered the last time he was at her house. it was about five years ago, when his parents decided their weekly movie nights with her family were a front for other teenaged antics.
At that point, rebelling had never even crossed his mind. He had never considered the idea he could just say no. And that sparked his first rebellion. A week later, after his parents dared to tell him he couldn’t spend time with his best friend, he did exactly what the renegades did in the coming of age movies.
He disappeared.
He packed a bag with the essentials. A satin neck pillow, a credit card, his Nintendo, and off he went. He didn’t get far, of course. He had enough street smarts to know he was not street smart in the slightest, and after fishing a packet of rock candy while sitting on the swings contemplating life, he decided to head home.
He rung the doorbell, mumbled a lie about needing to borrow a book from the library, and went back to bed. He could deal with the fall out tomorrow. No doubt an au pair, a butler, or god forbid his parents, would run in soon and ask why he left without notifying anyone.
Satoru wished he was still half as brave as his teenage self. But years of isolation kept him beaten down to the point he wasn’t sure who he was anymore.
Until his third act of rebellion happened. And it changed his life.
THUNK
A dull thud against his first floor window knocked Satoru out of his angsty trance. He sat up and squinted, rubbing the grit out of his eyes. It couldn’t have been a bird, there was no residue on the glass. Besides, birds don’t sound like that.
THUNK
Another projectile hit the window. This time it was a stick, that hit the window with too much intention to look like it had just fallen off one of the trees above. Satoru forced his legs off the bed, and trotted over to the window. He opened it and looked down to see none other than his best friend waving like a maniac.
Shoko picked up her phone from her pocket and did an exaggerated texting gesture, waiting for Satoru to nod like he understood before rushing off into to the distance.
Unlocking his phone, Satoru was surprised to find 10 missed calls and 32 messages.
Shoko: Dude. I’m outside.
Shoko: Bring a couple and changes of clothes.
Shoko: And swim trunks.
Shoko: And your portable speakers.
Shoko: And cash.
Shoko: I think that’s it.
For all the security measures his family employed, it was always surprisingly easy to leave without being noticed. Backpack slung over his shoulder, he darted out the front door, closing it as quietly as he possibly could. Although the path to the front gate was winding, he didn’t dare step on the grass, not wanting to mess up the capitalism coloured lawn.
Shoko’s car was parked around the corner, just beyond the reach of the estate's security cameras. Silently, he threw the bag in the backseat and slid in next to it.The car drove off without a word, just a knowing look from Shoko in the rearview mirror. Once they had left his stuffy suburb, she started to speak.
“We’re going on a roadtrip.”
“With your actual friends, right? Not just randoms you picked up in a bar?”
Shoko snorted at the insinuation, “You know Kento and Haibara.”
Satoru nodded. Kento was nice enough, if not slightly standoffish. Haibara was more his speed, the physical education major had a cheery disposition and a wicked sense of humour.
“Riko and Yuki are coming too, and we’re going to pick up my colleague Suguru. He doesn’t go to the uni but I feel like he could use the break.”
“Riko’s sweet. But who’s Yuki?”
“You’ll love her. Super smart, but she flirts with everyone. Don’t take it personally.”
“Good to know,” Satoru replied slowly, trying to make sense of everything. “And we’re going to meet your colleague?”
“Yeah!” She grinned. “Suguru’s cool. You’ll like him. He’s like you, all repressed and shit.”
Satoru kicked the back of the seat. “I’m not repressed! Or sheltered, or whatever.”
“I didn’t say sheltered, but if she shoe fits...”
That earned another kick in the seat. The two carried on in comfortable banter until the car pulled up at a bus stop in a considerably different side of town.
“It’s safe to stop here, right?” Satoru asked. He wasn’t scared, but it was 10pm and Shoko drove a nice car. There was nothing wrong with wanting to avoid trouble right? Besides, it didn’t look like this area saw many nice cars. It could make them a target.
Shoko rolled her eyes. “Relax, rich boy. No one’s gonna rob you.”
Satoru sunk further into his seat, pretending he didn’t flinch when the back door opened again, and a boy his age slid into the seat next to him.
“Hey,” he said, extending his arm out. “I’m Suguru. Shoko’s told me tons about you. Nice to meet you.”
Satoru took his hand and shook it hesitantly. He noticed the man’s hands were calloused. Like, really calloused. And all of a sudden, he started to feel really immature.
This guy probably had an actual hard life, and here Satoru was complaining about the castle in which he lived. He was a rich asshole.
“Yeah, you too,” he managed to stutter out. “Satoru.”
He could see Shoko’s eyebrows raise through the mirror, but chose not to say anything about it as the car drove off. He tried to join in the conversation the other two were having about work, but didn’t have much to say. It’s not like he’s ever had an actual job.
Instead, he looked out the window, watching as the the houses became more scarce, and the city turned into a motorway. He could see Suguru looking at him every so often, but avoided his eye.
“Earth to Gojo,” Shoko said, pulling him out of a daze. “Please tell me you weren’t falling asleep.”
“No, no. I was just uh, contemplating,” he responded nervously.
“Where are we going?” Satoru responded, trying to change the subject.
“In the grand scheme of things, death I suppose,” Suguru said. “But short term, we’re meeting Shoko’s friends at a diner and then heading to her beach house from there.”
“Have you met them?” Satoru asked curiously.
“I met Riko once. I was taking my uh, sisters out for the day. Ran into Riko and Shoko at the aquarium. You?”
“Kind of? We go to school together but I don’t hang out with them outside of classes.”
“Why’s that?”
“Oh, I just keep to myself really.”
Suguru recognised that phrase. It was something he often said to people to hide the reality of his situation. “Me too.” He said, more softly than before.
The two looked at each other in quiet understanding. An acknowledgement that neither of them were living lives the average young adult could understand.
“What’s Shoko like at the bar?” Satoru said, trying to make the conversation light.
Suguru laughed at that. “Good at making drinks, but terrible at talking to people. I think fuck off may be her middle name.”
“Sounds like Shoko.”
“Hey, fuck off you two, I can leave you both stranded here. And I won’t even care,” she huffed.
Satoru took one look at his seat partner and the two cracked up.
“Sorry,” he said in between fits of laughter, “I keep getting a mental image. I need to come and visit one day.”
“Sure!” Shoko beamed, “I’ll make you a Shirley Temple.”
“You don’t drink?” Suguru asked.
Satoru shook his head. “Nah, prefer to be in control of myself.”
Suguru nodded in agreement. “Me too, mostly.”
Hearing that, Shoko snorted, as if there was more behind that story, but she didn’t elaborate. Instead, the car parked in front of a stereotypical 24 diner in the middle of nowhere.
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Ok so I've already established pre-sixth Nanami is that stereotypical gilet wearing finance bro and a bit of a prick. I want to say Geto uses his family to get out of all responsibility and lowkey weaponises it but I also think he's a sweetheart idk
wc approx 900
cw swearing
Toji and Utahime struggle to find the perfect pastry chef to help turn their restaurant (and their reputation) around.
crack, chef!au, slightly angsty but not really, Toji and Utahime are strictly platonic besties, Satoru is a nightmare, Mamaguro is alive and called Mari
His faithful sous Utahime, shot him a look and tutted. She knew he was right, but Toji’s wannabe Gordon Ramsay schtick was played out, and new hires just weren’t willing to put up with egotistical bosses, no matter how good they were.
She thought for a second, choosing her response carefully.
“He had a good foundation; better than other pastry chefs we’ve hired.”
“You serious?”
Toji finally glanced up, and upon seeing Utahime’s playful expression, went back to sorting. She agreed with him. He understood as much. She was just pissed at having to tell yet another candidate he had failed probation.
“Kid said he ran a bakery and couldn’t make crème Anglaise without it curdling. The guy was an idiot.”
“You didn’t need to tell him that to his face, Toji. I was the one who had to apologise to his parents afterwards.”
“Should have let me talk to them then. I would have handled it.”
“Right, and when the police haul you off after your attempt at handling it, what would you like me to tell your wife?”
Toji’s shoulders stiffened at the mention of his wife. They had been married since before he started cooking, and she had been there through everything. From his first job as a kitchen porter in a local pub, building skills and reputation, to head chef in his dream restaurant. Two kids, 19 years of marriage, and multiple extended residencies later, Toji had tried to grow into someone his kids could be proud of, and someone his wife could never regret loving.
With a shit eating grin, he turned back to his sous, “Mari,” he began, “Would think I was super cool and badass, and try to marry me again.”
Luckily, his wife matched his energy in every way possible, and the two were still thick as thieves, acting like lovesick teenagers wherever they were, to the dismay and embarrassment of their two almost grown children.
All too familiar with the two, Utahime couldn’t resist taking another shot. As fun as Mari was, she had the same aversion to bullshit as Toji, and having to bail her husband out of a cell would probably lead to him sleeping outside, with Megumi waving at him through the window.
“No, she wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, no, she wouldn’t.” Toji conceded before handing over a slightly crumpled piece of paper to Utahime, “What about this guy? Executive chef for a hotel that just closed, looking for something more chill.”
Utahime hummed, scanning the sheet. A pang of familiarity tugged at her, the name ringing alarm bells.
“Similar background to you, so at least he’ll be less needy than those culinary school fucks we get,” she thought for a second, trying to place his name.
 “But don’t you think you’ll butt heads? I can’t imagine someone like this guy wanting to take direction. Especially from me, in the early stages.”
“I can handle another stubborn oldhead” Toji replied, “Industry’s full of us. But if he’s a woman hating fuck, we can get rid of him.”
Nodding, Utahime typed in the applicant’s name on her phone, ready to invite him to a trial shift.
“Sukuna Ry-OH FUCK, IT’S HIM.”
“He your ex or something?” Toji’s lopsided grin returned with a vengeance, ready to get his sous back for messing with him before.
Utahime scoffed, “I don’t date chefs. Or old men. Anyways, you must have heard of him. They call him the King of Pastry. Turns up to restaurants, completely elevates their dessert section, disappears without a trace.”
Toji raised an eyebrow, “You’re telling me this guy goes around queer eyeing shit restaurants and then just leaves?”
“Yes! I mean, I wouldn’t call us shit, we’re on a steady upward traj- pause, you watch Queer Eye?”
“Yeah, Tsumiki loves it,” he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Carry on.”
Trying to push the mental image of Toji arguing passionately about home design from her brain, Utahime continued her explanation. “Right… As I was saying, I know the financials look terrible and everyone thinks we’re fake TV chefs, we have a good number of repeat customers. We have a good local reputation. Hiring Sukuna makes us look so much worse, like we’ve run out of hope. I’m sure he’ll be too expensive. It’s a massive risk.”
“The upsides?”
“None longterm. It’ll look like we needed an actual chef to save us from reputational hell.”
“Thought so.”
There was an uncomfortable pause. Toji clicked his tongue. Utahime looked back at the resume.
“Satoru already hired him, didn’t he?”
“Yup. Texted me 10 minutes ago,” he said. “Sorry. Should have told you. Just wanted your honest opinion.”
Utahime shrugged, “Not your fault. Should have expected it from that idiot.”
Toji nodded in agreement. “Like I said, if he’s really that bad, we can fire him. The Gojos can deal with the PR shitstorm. We just need to make good food.”
There was this "one shot songfic" I was going to write but it's almost 2k words and I haven't even got to the plot yet LMFAO. and it's literally backstory so um.... idk if i post the whole thing as once when its done or do it as chapters
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Toji and Utahime struggle to find the perfect pastry chef to help turn their restaurant (and their reputation) around.
crack, chef!au, slightly angsty but not really, Toji and Utahime are strictly platonic besties, Satoru is a nightmare, Mamaguro is alive and called Mari
His faithful sous Utahime, shot him a look and tutted. She knew he was right, but Toji’s wannabe Gordon Ramsay schtick was played out, and new hires just weren’t willing to put up with egotistical bosses, no matter how good they were.
She thought for a second, choosing her response carefully.
“He had a good foundation; better than other pastry chefs we’ve hired.”
“You serious?”
Toji finally glanced up, and upon seeing Utahime’s playful expression, went back to sorting. She agreed with him. He understood as much. She was just pissed at having to tell yet another candidate he had failed probation.
“Kid said he ran a bakery and couldn’t make crème Anglaise without it curdling. The guy was an idiot.”
“You didn’t need to tell him that to his face, Toji. I was the one who had to apologise to his parents afterwards.”
“Should have let me talk to them then. I would have handled it.”
“Right, and when the police haul you off after your attempt at handling it, what would you like me to tell your wife?”
Toji’s shoulders stiffened at the mention of his wife. They had been married since before he started cooking, and she had been there through everything. From his first job as a kitchen porter in a local pub, building skills and reputation, to head chef in his dream restaurant. Two kids, 19 years of marriage, and multiple extended residencies later, Toji had tried to grow into someone his kids could be proud of, and someone his wife could never regret loving.
With a shit eating grin, he turned back to his sous, “Mari,” he began, “Would think I was super cool and badass, and try to marry me again.”
Luckily, his wife matched his energy in every way possible, and the two were still thick as thieves, acting like lovesick teenagers wherever they were, to the dismay and embarrassment of their two almost grown children.
All too familiar with the two, Utahime couldn’t resist taking another shot. As fun as Mari was, she had the same aversion to bullshit as Toji, and having to bail her husband out of a cell would probably lead to him sleeping outside, with Megumi waving at him through the window.
“No, she wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, no, she wouldn’t.” Toji conceded before handing over a slightly crumpled piece of paper to Utahime, “What about this guy? Executive chef for a hotel that just closed, looking for something more chill.”
Utahime hummed, scanning the sheet. A pang of familiarity tugged at her, the name ringing alarm bells.
“Similar background to you, so at least he’ll be less needy than those culinary school fucks we get,” she thought for a second, trying to place his name.
 “But don’t you think you’ll butt heads? I can’t imagine someone like this guy wanting to take direction. Especially from me, in the early stages.”
“I can handle another stubborn oldhead” Toji replied, “Industry’s full of us. But if he’s a woman hating fuck, we can get rid of him.”
Nodding, Utahime typed in the applicant’s name on her phone, ready to invite him to a trial shift.
“Sukuna Ry-OH FUCK, IT’S HIM.”
“He your ex or something?” Toji’s lopsided grin returned with a vengeance, ready to get his sous back for messing with him before.
Utahime scoffed, “I don’t date chefs. Or old men. Anyways, you must have heard of him. They call him the King of Pastry. Turns up to restaurants, completely elevates their dessert section, disappears without a trace.”
Toji raised an eyebrow, “You’re telling me this guy goes around queer eyeing shit restaurants and then just leaves?”
“Yes! I mean, I wouldn’t call us shit, we’re on a steady upward traj- pause, you watch Queer Eye?”
“Yeah, Tsumiki loves it,” he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Carry on.”
Trying to push the mental image of Toji arguing passionately about home design from her brain, Utahime continued her explanation. “Right… As I was saying, I know the financials look terrible and everyone thinks we’re fake TV chefs, we have a good number of repeat customers. We have a good local reputation. Hiring Sukuna makes us look so much worse, like we’ve run out of hope. I’m sure he’ll be too expensive. It’s a massive risk.”
“The upsides?”
“None longterm. It’ll look like we needed an actual chef to save us from reputational hell.”
“Thought so.”
There was an uncomfortable pause. Toji clicked his tongue. Utahime looked back at the resume.
“Satoru already hired him, didn’t he?”
“Yup. Texted me 10 minutes ago,” he said. “Sorry. Should have told you. Just wanted your honest opinion.”
Utahime shrugged, “Not your fault. Should have expected it from that idiot.”
Toji nodded in agreement. “Like I said, if he’s really that bad, we can fire him. The Gojo’s can deal with the PR shitstorm. We just need to make good food.”
My « romantic » stuff does better than my other posts usually but I cringe so hard writing it bc it’s not that great lmfao…
So bare with me lol
Also remember when I wasn’t gonna do that many smaus? Oops. Anyway. I’ll write some of sixth today. Chapter 1 is still overdue (by months I’m sorry)
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