#hozuki

art credits: @ながの

word count: 1k

warnings: crack, rusty writing, hozuki's lovesick, both of them share a single braincell, not proofread

a/n: i don't know if anyone wants to, but my requests are open!!

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Hozuki-sama had an infamous reputation as chief deputy to Enma Daio. The workaholic, overworked yet very efficient man on this entire hell, who even comes to work every weekend to wipe Enma’s useless ass.

But who would’ve thought that it would interfere with his personal life to such an extent? 

Into a date?

Well… it was not exactly outrightly worded as a date. A brunch with you, in between work hours, at the infamous Red District fox cafe that he helped Gon to establish. A cozy yet overly priced meals—the original host club scamm-y business still intact—that you wanted to visit out of pure curiosity upon hearing the amusing story behind it.

Yet, as you slowly chewed the sticky udon noodles, you blankly stared at the man across from you, a faint mixture of amusement, annoyance, and disbelief.

Because in his hand, he held and wore a puppet—specifically a fucking nikeichu puppet—that he had his gaze focused on, repeatedly moving the mouth, deep in thought.

You looked between the puppet and then Hozuki, brows furrowing and lips jutting out slightly. It has already been half an hour of this, with barely any conversations held whatsoever, ever since he came out from that meeting about needing to educate children about hell more properly.

Narrowing your eyes, you called out to him, “Hozuki-sama.”

“Yes?” he answered, looking back at you, that lifeless button-eyes of the puppet also scrutinising at you.

You cleared your throat, straightening up. “Are you going to order more food like usual?

“I’m okay, thank you,” he replied, going back to looking at the puppet.

You fully pouted this time, but sighed in defeat and in reluctant acceptance. You knew how mental he was with his work—if he could finish brainstorming whatever ideas to finish work early and stop him from staying awake well after midnight, hunched over his desk tonight, you would take that.

Slowly finishing your meal and pushing the tray away, you propped your face on your palm, staring at him. The way his brows were furrowed, eyes almost glaring into the piece of cloth, and the way he mindlessly opened and closed the mouth of the puppet Admittedly, a small smile curled on your lips, finding him endearing.

“What’s going on over there?”

The two of you perked up, finding six pairs of eyes on Hozuki and his puppet, jaws hung open in horror at the sight.

“How long have you been here?” Gon asked, approaching the two of you tentatively with the rest.

“For quite some time,” Hozuki replied, facing the puppet towards them and you snorted at the sight.

“Hozuki-sama, are you on a date?”  Hoya, the blue haired brother to the famous idol, smiled excitedly.

That made Koban, the cat gossip journalist, twitch his ears excitedly, standing up on Gon’s head and retrieving his usual camera that causes such nuisance rumours. “Is that true, Hozuki-sama? Are you finally settling? Who is your partner, anyways?”

Hozuki let out a terrifying click of his tongue, the loud tsk making a shiver run down all of them, and across from him, there was a more blood-chilling sight of your glare, lips forming a snarl towards the fat cat.

“You will be met with legal charges if you spread false rumours and indirectly cause defamation,” Hozuki said, voice levelled and cold, with an underlying edge to it.

Koban let out a squeal of fear. The ends of his fur rose in fear. But most of all, when the cat looked over to you and saw your fierce eyes, and tried to hide behind Gon’s head, he let out a cry of pure terror as he felt the back of his neck being yanked, and he was met with your gaze head-on, right in front of your face. That was when the blood rushed out of his head as he recognised your face—the infamous, fiery administrator of Avici Hell.

The rest of the foxes took a step back and helplessly watched the scene unfold.

“Be careful with your words,” you warned, enunciating your words with a threatening drawl, “or else I’ll be sending you to the depths of Avici Hell. See how you can write your experience once you hit the bottom, you motherfucking—”

The rest of the cussing went on, and every time your bullets fired, Gon, Miki and her brothers took steps backward to flee the scene—all the while, Hozuki watched you with his mouth slightly parted, pupils dilated impossibly wide, and his stupid puppet discarded to the side.

If Koban wasn’t too busy throwing up blood from fear, he would have been able to notice how lovesick the infamous, coolheaded right-hand man of Enma Daio looked.

After everything, you tossed the cat away and you returned to your seat with a sheepish smile directed towards Hozuki.

“Hozuki-sama,” you murmured, much more sweetly that made his eyes immediately snap back to focus on you, finally closing his mouth.

“I was thinking of ordering some sweets, but I don’t think I can finish them all…” You tilted your head down coyly to bat your lashes and stare up at him with wide doe eyes. “Would you like to share with me?”

He watched you, almost in a trance. His gaze flickered all over you, taking all of your allure in before, “Of— Of course… I’ll be happy to.”

Grinning, you leaned a little closer to him, tilting your head to the side this time to show your pretty smile. “Really?”

Hozuki nodded, clearing his throat to fully escape his reverie, composing himself desperately.

When the desserts arrived, he would gently dust off the kinako powder from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, and you would return the favour by wiping off the black sugar syrup off of his nose that he somehow endearingly got onto his face. You would smile with a soft laugh and he would thank you tenderly and quietly.

From the sidelines, five foxes and a cat watched the scene, wondering why the two of you are still not dating…

Onimai

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