So, I'm planning to write a fic for each of the gents by the time I'm done with the "Running Out of Time" series, and I think that the ones I find myself really struggling with are the ones were the ghoul and MC don't have much of a relationship beyond "yeah, we work together sometimes," and the easier ones are the ones where we see the ghoul and mc interacting casually. She sees Haku, Sho, the Mort duo, and even Subaru pretty regularly when she's just out and about, but she really doesn't spend much time with several of the other ghouls. I'll admit that some of my personal bias against/for certain characters (I admit that there are going to be some mediocre fics for some of the characters because I don't like them or just find them blah) is at play here, but we get banter and casual interactions with some characters, which makes writing a decent story So. Much. Easier. And asking for help from the fanbases definitely helps.
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I was wondering if you could do a hc of how the ghouls in tokyo debunker would react to a half feline reader? They're super mischievous and really blunt about anything and everything but as soon as their in private they're really sweet to the one they feel comfortable with
(Could you include the Sinostra ghouls plss? You can pick any other ghouls if you'd like!)
Was scrolling through the marinating requests in my inbox and found this gem.
This has been in my inbox for like...3 months?
I hope you enjoy this Anon <3
Went off the rails a bit at the end and it got cheesy....don't jump me.
Half Feline Reader
Sinostra, Mortkraken
Masterlist
Half Mischief, but Full of Love
Sinostra
Taiga Hoshibami
'Kitty cat' Taken wayyy to literally.
"That's cringe" You shook your head at the nickname. Did Taiga care though? Nah, you're his 'kitty cat' now.
He once suggested you wear a bell collar thing, and you just stared at him till Ritsu dragged you out by the collar.
Finds you amusing after you once ran out of Romeo's private lounge laughing like a high maniac whilet pulling Ritsu along as the vice captain attempted to snipe you down.
"Guess someone else likes your angry face Lulu~"
"Shut it BTH! You and that FPOS needs to be locked up!"
So much for trying to avoid wrinkles, Romeo's hair would be graying before he was 40!
Though that doesn't spare you from his short-term memory and occasional aggression.
But you often make it alot easier for Taiga to remember you.
"Who the hell are ya?"
"Deez" (hahahha I'm so funny..)
Then he'll know it's you because only you'll do that with a gun to your face.
He literally will pull on your tail at times when you walk through the casino. Why? So he can ask for your wallet, duh!
Though that does end with him getting scratched at times. Dw he enjoys it ;).
It's alot more fun when you sit on his lap, Taiga will sometimes flick your tail or ears when bored.
"You're ass at this" You scoff to a student who was anxiously looking at his card.
"Shut up!"
"Butthurt much?" You giggle and put on that mischievous smile you always wore when you find something amusing.
Now idk how you'll find someone like Taiga comforting, maybe he's in a vulnerable mood or had a shitty day and just needs you close.
"You alright?" You ask, running your fingers through his hair.
You were currently a lap pillow to a very tired Taiga, it was times like this where you two could show you really were.
Where Taiga wasn't just some monster who shoots at everyone that he doesn't likes and you weren't just some mischievous little shit that only cared for your own amusement.
Romeo Scorpius Lucci
"GET BACK HERE YOU FB!!"
That's how most of you and Romeo's interactions went.
You'd say something wrong and he'd commit attempted murder.
It seems like your brain was on autopilot whenever you were around the guy, he was just so fun to tease!
Smack
The expensive glass nearly shattered on the cold hard floor had Ritsu not stopped it's demise. Did you know he was gonna do that though? Nah.
Romeo glared at you slowly taking out his artifact as if giving you time to run.
Thankfully you were a fast one, and never once had you been shot! Though the fact that Romeo was never truly aiming to kill you also helped.
He does respect your honesty though, even if it irks him sometimesβ¦
"You're really pretty under that lighting Ficco~" You coo, watching the silver haired man blush before smirking.
"Hah, glad to know you're still honest under all of that crap you speak" Romeo rolls his eyes.
"Crap? That necklace was crap"
"Inspectorβ¦" Ritsu sighs, knowing something was about to happen.
"1β¦..2β¦" CLINK
"Oh!"
What Romeo really likes about you though, is how you never took it too far.
Yes you may be mischievous but that wasn't all.
During quiet nights where the anxiety plagued his mind and the thought of never knowing who might be on his side and who wants him dead, you were there.
Your tail would wrap around his thigh as you let him scratch your head, your purrs soothing him down.
"It's alright Ficco, I'm here"
"I know"
Ritsu Shinjo
You wereβ¦an odd one.
He did count the probability of non-ghoul anomaly students to be high, but he didn't expect a full on half cat person.
He found your mischief quite inconvenient, not to the point of anger but rather minor annoyance.
You once took his recorder and used it to record a one hour phonk playlist.
He could just delete it but hearing nothing but phonk audios once he played it back was definitely confusing.
Ritsu also noted the joy you get from teasing Romeo, it seemed to be your biggest source of entertainment. He didn't get it though, the vice-captain's rage only made it harder for you so why do you do it almost everytime you meet?
You were also quite the blunt one, he wouldn't judge that, he's also blunt at times.
"You're such an ass-" Though you were worse than him. He thought as he clamped his hand over your mouth.
Taiga looked at you with one eyebrow raised, as if challenging you to finish taht sentence.
"Assertive, captain. She meant assertive person" Ritsu says whilst pulling you away, dodging the violent attempts of slaps by your tail.
You would've bitten or scratched him, but that'd probably cost you your tail, like actually, in money terms.
Nowβ¦
Ritsu always has a book about every person he's interacted with and their personalities, so he's not as shocked as other people when someone does something unexpected.
But a mind with a heart and soul cannot just be simply 'analyzed' and simplified, it needs to be witnessed and understood.
Even understanding is sometimes not enough π€·ββοΈ
And Ritsu learned that in a way that he has never experienced before.
You were curled up on his lap, your ears droopy and tail resting on his leg.
Ritsu was your anchor, the one who made sure you didn't get lost in trouble, and he was your business partner, even if he doesn't seem to realize it.
FPOS: Furry Piece of Shit
FB: Furry Bitch
Mortkraken
Yuri Isami
A half feline person? Hmmm, he's surely interested in you now!
The only problem isβ¦.
"What's this?"
"Wait-"
POOF
And thats how Yuri ended up with neon pink skin, atleast you're twinningβ¦
He threatens to strap you down on the examination table everytime you come for a checkup, don't test him!
You LOVE scaring the hell out of this man!
Almost verytime he and Jiro comes over for a checkup, you'd be on the Cathedral roof.
"Yuri, look!" You were perched on the very tippy end, swaying back and forth.
The first time you did that, Yuri actually fainted, now he just has slight heart attacks.
"GET DOWN HERE!"
Sure, he saw you land on your feet lots of times, but something can also go wrong and you might end up falling on your head and snap your head clean open.
"You're the best doctor right? Then fix me You say, wrapping your tail around his waist to tug him close as he grabbed the equipment from his medical bag.
"You-!"
Jiro was just there ig, Yuri did look funny when he's all red and flustered.
"That sounds stupid" You roll your eyes as Yuri snapped his head towards you.
"Stupid? STUPID???"
That happened on all of your missions with Mortkraken, it's not even an overestimation.
"You're stupid, you wont understand the concept of-"
"Aren't you the best scientist/doctor or whatever?"
But behind all of that banter, you two were one of the same.
Comfortable, vulnerable.
It took awhile, but it was so worth it.
Yuri would vent about his problems, of how hard it is to try and work to be the best whilst facing discrimination and hate for both his ghoul identity and house.
He'd cry, and you'd told him it's okay, crying doesn't mean he was weak.
And he couldn't put into words how much he loved you for that.
Jiro Kirisaki
Like Yuri, Jiro thought you were interesting, your anatomy ofcourse would be far more different than a regular human's.
2 blunts in a pod.
"Can I touch your tail?" Jiro looks at your tail, almost hypnotized by the way it sways and curls.
Btw he said that during your first meeting.
Yuri was just about to yell, but you spoke first.
"You're a doctor or some sort right?"
"Yeah"
"Alright, go ahead"
Huh, guess your brains just sync or whatever.
However, Jiro wasn't spared from your mischievous nature, even if he wasn't aware of what you changed or did.
It was quite hard to push a reaction from him, he always took it so well!
"You're freaky" You say, looking at him with a penis drawn on his glasses (he could just wipe it off, it wasn't permanent).
"Oh" Jiro finally realized the drawing, before wiping it off. "Why?"
You shrug "You're kinda like a zombie"
Yuri had veins visible on his face, you two had so many similarities in the way you spoke to the point where it sounded like a real life version of talking Tom.
"Quiet you two!"
But in the quiet of the night, between you two, silence was comfort, it was reassuring, love didn't need words to bloom, it just needed two souls that match.
And between the odd conversations and minor inconveniences, something bloomed in the routine, whether platonic or romantic, you two knew that you'd be there for eachother, and that thought was enough.
Synopsis: You've been recruited to Darkwick and placed in Vagastrom. You didn't expect it to go very well, but you took a liking to one ghoul in particular.
Contents: afab fem reader, PIV, dubcon if you squint, cream pie, light bondage/partner control, multiple orgasms
Smut Below the cut! MDNI!
You did it. You conquered the demon and gained your stigma. You are now the first known female ghoul in Japan, and youβve been βrecruitedβ into Darkwick whether you liked it or not. At the start of the year, you were sorted into Vagastrom. An odd choice, given that youβre quiet and bookish, but you couldnβt transfer until next year, so you decided to make the best of it and try to learn everything you could from your housemates.
In the time since you started, you bonded with the other ghouls, and even some of the general students, but Alan always held your rapt attention. Maybe it was his quiet demeanor. Maybe it was how patient he was with you. Maybe it was the way he could lead without speaking. Whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to him. As time went on, you noticed that he seemed warmer in some ways, but he made eye contact less and less and seemed jumpy whenever you touched. You also noticed that, on the increasingly rare occasion he made eye contact, his cheeks and the tips of his ears would turn a little pink. It was hard to catch him alone, but this avoidant dance of tension was getting to you, and you wanted to talk to him about it, to try to put it to bed. In a rare stroke of luck, you snagged him in the dorm hallway one evening and dragged him to your room. You knew that he could easily overpower you if he wanted, but he was also so afraid of hurting anyone that he almost never fought back. Once the door was shut and the lock clicked, you pushed him into your bed and took a seat beside him.
βAlan, we need to talk.β
He blushed, rubbed the back of his neck, and then stared at the floor. He made a soft sound that could be mistaken for, "We do?", but it was clear that he was very nervous.
βLook at me, please.β
He raised his steely gray eyes, made eye contact for just a second, and immediately flicked them back to the floor. You sighed softly and took his hand. It was burning hot, and his palm was sweaty. His breath hitched at your touch, but he didnβt pull away. You cooed that he doesnβt need to be nervous, that youβve been needing to talk to him alone for a while, and that itβs nothing bad. Youβre not mad at him; he hasnβt done anything wrong, but you noticed that there is some sort of tension between you. He hummed softly and rubbed the back of his neck again but gave your hand the tiniest squeeze.
βI like you, Alan. I have for quite a while now, but I havenβt been able to tell you because itβs so hard to get you alone.β
He looked up at you now, eyes widened with surprise. βYouβ¦do?β
βYes, silly. Why do you think I dragged you in here?β
His cheeks flamed red. βIβve doneβ¦ horrible things. Itβs not a good idea to get involved with me.β
βAre you still doing the horrible things?β He shook his head and turned back to the floor. βThey donβt define who you are. Everyone has done something terrible that they would give anything to undo,β you crooned, turning his face back to yours with a delicate touch on his jawline. His breath hitched again under your touch, βIβm dangerous.β βAll of us ghouls are, if you think about it. We all have strength that surpasses humans by miles, and we have our stigmas.β You traced your fingers along his jaw and settled your hand on his cheek, your thumb delicately rubbing back and forth. He leaned into your hand with a tiny, but sharp, sigh. How long has it been since someone touched him? You moved closer to him, the sides of your legs now pressed together, and softly dragged your fingertips up from his hand to his shoulder and settled it on the nape of his neck. He shivered and leaned into your touch when you ran your nails lightly over his neck and into his hair. With trembling hands, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. βY/N, I- I like you, too,β he murmured.
βYou donβt have to hold back,β you whispered as you leaned in, brushing your lips over his. He sighed that he doesnβt want to hurt you. βIβm a ghoul. Youβre going to have a hard time hurting me.β At that, he closed the distance and melted into your lips.
His kiss was timid and inexperienced but not lacking in heat or natural skill. It was intense and carried a lifetime of yearning. He was starving for this, and you were more than happy to relieve his hunger. He gasped when you moved your hand from his face down over his chest before wrapping it around his waist, and you took that opportunity to slip your tongue just inside his mouth, flicking a tease of a touch on the tip of his. He jumped slightly and then sank into your kiss, sliding his tongue over yours in a soft dance. Your core was starting to feel the creeping tendrils of arousal taking root and growing into your legs and belly, and a slight moan escaped you when his hold on your waist strengthened. His breath shuddered at your sound, and he timidly ran a hand up your back and pulled your chest closer to his. When you slung your leg over him and straddled him, he hummed an uncertain sound on your lips.
βItβs okay. We can stop if you want to, but I trust you. You wonβt hurt me.β
βI donβt want to stop. Iβve neverβ¦β he trailed off before pulling you into another kiss. You hadnβt really thought much about it, but it makes sense that he isnβt experienced, considering how hard he pushes people away. You ground your hips down on him as you wound your fingers through his hair. Through his pants, you could feel his cock straining against the fabric. He was definitely big, and you couldnβt wait to find out just how big. You whispered his name in a trembling moan, and you felt it twitch. A little smile played on your lips, knowing that he was going to be so reactive to your every touch and sound. You rolled your hips on him, earning you a groan and a twitch. You lightly trailed your fingers down from his shoulders to his shirt, and finally down to his vest. You started slowly unbuttoning it, savoring the heat of the moment, and once it was open, you repeated the exercise on his shirt. His breath sped up while you were working on his buttons, but he was nearly panting when you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and onto your bed.
His skin was burning hot, and the slightest mist of sweat had broken over him, and your every touch pulled shivering sighs and groans from deep in his chest. His fingers started to wander to your front but stopped about halfway around you. You leaned down to his ear and whispered, βIs this what you want?β before slowly unbuttoning your own shirt. He swallowed hard and nodded, looking both nearly feral with desire and terrified in equal measure. Once you had removed your shirt, he looked up at you and swallowed hard, silently asking permission. You silently answered, placing his large hands on your breasts and squeezing. You felt his length twitch again, and you ground down on him, now seeking relief for the growing pressure in your heat. He lightly squeezed your nipples, sending bolts of electric energy straight to your core and drawing a moan from you. βI want you,β you whimpered against his lips. He groaned softly and squeezed your breasts just a little harder.
It wasnβt long before you were both undressed, and he was far bigger than you thought. It was longer than average, sure, but it was very thick. Your nearly dripping pussy clenched at the idea of taking him, knowing that heβs going to stretch you hard, but that heβs going to feel amazing once heβs in. He laid back in your bed, turning so that his head was on your pillows and stared at you with stunned eyes. You began to kiss your way down from his lips, but he caught your face when he realized that you were going to go down on him. βNo?β βIt doesnβt feel right,β he grunted. You hummed and kissed your way back up and settled on his lap, his length now slipping between your folds as you rolled your hips up and down. He groaned thickly, and his hands twitched on your back each time you slipped over the head. You managed to catch his eye when you paused, and with a little grin, asked him if heβs ready. He swallowed hard and nodded, and said, almost soundlessly, that he doesnβt want to hurt you. You lined him up with your entrance and leaned forward to kiss him. βYou wonβt.β
That wasnβt entirely true, as it turned out. You had to slip down on him in little increments, allowing your body to adjust through the burning stretch. βAlan,β you whimpered when you bottomed out on him, βYou feel so good.β He groaned a reply, his hands having shifted from your hips to death gripping your sheets as he panted and tensed. You rose and fell on his length, savoring the way he was hitting all of your soft spots and the feeling of finally having him inside you after months of imagining what it would be like to fuck him. Your fingers always felt woefully inadequate as the Alan in your fantasies fucked you, and especially when compared to the way you were fucking him right now. You were thoroughly enjoying making him twitch and blush, and, while you didnβt want to push him too hard, you couldnβt resist taking his hands from your bedding and putting them back on your hips. βShow me how you want it.β He exhaled sharply and started to put his hands back down, but you held them in place. βGuide me,β you coaxed. βIβm not fragile.β
He cautiously, carefully guided your hips up and down his length, a shuddering rumble breaking from his chest every time he bottomed out again. You cried out, which startled him and made him pause, but you reassured him that you are greatly enjoying what heβs doing with your body. He pushed his hips up into you when he pulled you down, a little harder than before. βF-fuck,β you breathed when he bottomed out, hard, again. You saw the briefest flicker of a smile on his lips just before he drove deep into you and clumsily snapped his hips. He was only clumsy on that first snap, though, and now he was hitting your soft spots harder with every move. His natural skill clearly didnβt stop at kissing, and he was a very fast learner. The tendrils of heat that had been growing out from your cunt were threatening to burst into flames, and it was going to burn your world down. βAlan,β you whimpered, βIβm getting close.β He exhaled hard, a little groan escaping with it, and murmured, βPlease.β
You werenβt ready for the flames that consumed you. You cried his name, loudly, sinking your nails into his shoulders when the tendrils burst in a shower of sparks that lit your entire body in a blaze of shimmering pleasure. Your walls clenched around him, making you feel his thrusts even more keenly as they continued to throw fuel on the fire raging through every inch of your body. Your breath had been stolen, replaced by mewling cries and shivering moans in between desperate gasps. Your mind was overthrown with spark showers that rippled through your scalp and face, and your limbs crackled with primal fire that was renewed again with each heat wave. Though it sounded like it was coming from miles away, you heard his breath catch sharply before he said something, rumbling from deep in his chest.
You were weakened by the time the first orgasm finished washing over you, but you were nowhere near ready to stop. It was clear that he felt the same way, and he lifted you up and down like you were weightless as your legs recovered from the hard shivers passing through you. He groaned something that sounded like βhere,β and in an instant, he flipped you onto your back and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the mattress above your head with one of his large, powerful hands. You squeaked in pleased surprise at how quickly he went from βafraid to move because he might hurt youβ to βholding you down by your wrists.β Using his free hand, he pushed one of your legs up to your chest and slowly bottomed out with deep roll, drawing a shivering gasp from both of you. βYouβre amazing,β you whimpered shakily, fingers splaying and curling around his thick wrist as best you could from your current position.
The weight of his body was delicious, and the way he held your wrists was driving you wild. His heated breath groaned over your neck and ear, hitching each time he buried his cock as far as he could before giving you a deep, intense roll of his hips. You moaned barely intelligible praises and encouragement, each punctuated by his thrusts and your cries. With a deep grunt, he crashed his lips into yours and pushed your mouth open further, dancing his tongue over yours as you continued moaning, inhaling each sound as though it was the breath of life itself.
In a slightly clumsy motion, he swung your leg up over his shoulder, using his strength as a means of keeping his balance. He caged you in with his free arm, effectively pinning you in place under him. Shortly after, he released your wrists long enough to grab your other leg and put it over his shoulder, then he quickly held your wrists under his considerably stronger hands. With the way he was holding onto you now, folded in half with your wrists under his hands and confined between his arms, you couldnβt escape if you had to, and seeing Alan let go of his inhibitions made a rush of heat run straight to your already blazing core. He shifted his hips, now able to drive his cock in so far that it gave a heavenly twinge at the bottom and made you see stars. Every push had begun making obscene wet sounds as he pumped in and out of your pussy, juices now flowing freely. Your muscles tensed and flexed uselessly as he sparked the beginnings of a new crushing inferno deep in your belly.
A new, weighty tension began winding inside you, starting deep in your belly and pulling heavily through the rest of your body. Each pump felt like it was piling more weight behind the thick walls of a dam, and each chipping away at the strength that was holding the weight back. The need for release was driving you insane, and the way he had rendered you helpless under him was only serving to make that need all the more desperate. In a pathetic whimper, you begged him to fuck you harder. His eyes widened and he hummed a confused, nervous sound at you while remarkably holding his rhythm. "Are you sure? It might hurt." You cried that he hasn't hurt you so far and reminded him that you're not fragile.
As is often the case with Alan, he agreed with a grunt and bottomed out. He shifted slightly, positioning his hips slightly more over yours and started pumping harder and faster, pulling out just enough to sound skin slapping on skin. "Oh, fuck, just like that," you cried sharply, "Alan, yes!" He grunted, his breath shaking and speeding up. You looked up at him and saw that his cheeks were burning red, and thick beads of sweat were rolling down his face. You couldn't see most of his body, but you could feel that he was becoming more tense with every thrust. His eyes caught yours, and he held you with a smoldering gaze. The weight of his stare was all it took to break the dam wall.
You screamed his name when the burning, molten, and sparking wave broke free and poured through you in a riptide, setting every inch of you ablaze. Your body tensed and shook at each wave as it crashed through you, and your pulse pounded in your ears. Through the haze of the crushing waves and your pulse, you could just hear his groans growing louder and your headboard hitting against the wall. Each rough thrust blazed a new wave of sparks and light shimmering through your body. Though you could barely hear it, Alan was groaning your name and telling you how good you feel before loudly gasping, "Babe, where?!" You had just enough awareness to know what he meant, and you cried, "Anywhere!" He grunted a loud affirmative sound and buried his throbbing cock as far as he could, hips shuddering hard as he filled you with cum.
After pushing through both of your orgasms as long as he could, he released your arms and legs and laid down on you, breath still shuddering and muscles twitching. He lightly trailed his fingers over your sweat soaked skin, nearly giving you cold chills under his feathery touch. You hummed a soft contented sound and twirled your fingers in his hair, drawing an equally contented sound from him. He hummed something soft into your chest that you didn't quite catch. You hummed a soft "hmm?" at him. "Thank you," he said, slightly less muffled. "For?" He didn't respond but instead nuzzled into your chest again and breathed deeply.
The pair of you stayed like that for a while, savoring the sparkling calm of the afterglow and the soft warmth between you. He groaned groggily and rolled off to your side when a look of dismay fell over his face. "What's wrong?" you asked through a sleepy haze. "Your wrists. I was too rough," he replied, looking genuinely distressed. You blinked several times when you looked and saw that they were deeply bruised with clear finger marks. "Alan, you were fucking me so well that I didn't notice when it happened. I told you I'm not delicate. Besides, I did a number on your chest and shoulders, so we're even." He sheepishly took a look at himself and half smiled. "I didn't notice either."
You pulled him back into your arms, cooed sweet things to him and ran your fingers lightly over his back. He nuzzled up close to you and held you in the most complete embrace you've ever experienced. A thought occurred to you in that moment. "Alan," you crooned. He hummed, his deep voice vibrating from his chest.
"You called me 'babe.' Does that mean that we're.... together?"
"If you want me," he said, hesitantly.
"I think it's obvious that I want you," you teased.
He chuckled softly. "It's.... nice to be wanted. I want you, too."
Some people show affection with flowers. You show it with freshly baked cookies, homemade cakes, and the occasional unsolicited business consultation. Sho, meanwhile, has decided that the best way to return your affection is by feeding you for free, flirting until you're red in the face, and kicking you out of his food truck whenever he thinks you're working too hard.
Honestly, neither of you is particularly good at being normal about your feelings.
contains:Β Sho being shameless, baker!reader, homemade cookies, strawberry shortcake, Sho getting jealous over Mio, aggressive flirting, free meals, accidental business consulting, designated taste-tester Sho, Valentine's Day, White Day, forehead flicks, stolen kisses, Sho kicking reader out of the food truck for her own good, two idiots who are in love
"Sho!", you shout. Clutching a bag of carefully decorated cookies, you hurried toward the food truck.
The moment Sho looked up and smiled, your heart nearly skipped a beat.
'Gods, how is he so effortlessly attractive' you thought as you came to a stop in front of his food truck.
"Senpai! What's up? Missed me~?", he smirked.
Heat rushed to your face. "Y-youβ" The rest of the sentence died before it could leave your mouth. "β¦Maybe..?", you shook your head.
"Just wanted to hang out and have you try my newest batch of cookies!", you grinned. "I tweaked the recipe a bit based on your feedback, and I think I finally have the finished product!"
"Oh? Sure, I just need to finish some prep before I join youβ unless you wanna help?", he replied.
"Of course! You're prepping the chicken for the chicken over rice, right?", you said joining him in the truck, and placing the cookies on the counter.
He nods, watching you wash your hands before he speaks up.
"Funny how you've basically become my sous-chef now", he chuckled.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah.. I canβt wait for you to give my cookies the go to add them to the menu!" You smiled brightly, remembering the first time Sho found out about your hobby of baking.
You had been in your dorm baking a cake after Mio stopped by to inspect your kitchen, making sure everything was working properly and taking care of a few repairs.
To thank him for his help, you decided to bake him a cake as the man had refused any type of payment.
The batter was nearly finished when your phone buzzed against the counter.
You glanced down.
Sho: You at your dorm?
You quickly wiped your hands on a towel.
You: Yeah. Why?
The typing bubble appeared. Then disappeared. Then reappeared.
Sho: Stay there.
You: ???
Sho: Don't leave.
You: Sho???
No response.
"β¦Helpful."
You stared at your phone for another few seconds before shaking your head and sliding it back onto the counter.
Whatever he wanted, he'd tell you eventually. Probably.
Twenty minutes later, the cake was in the oven. You were washing dishes when a knock sounded from the front door.
"Oh." That was probably him. You dried your hands and hurried over.
Sure enough, Sho stood outside holding a plastic bag.
The moment you opened the door, his gaze swept over you, grinning.
"Hey, senpai."
"Hi?"
"You sound confused."
"Because you texted me like a serial killer."
Sho looked offended. "Wow."
"Stay there. Don't leave", you repeated his earlier texts in a faux dark voice.
"Sounds normal to me."
"It absolutely does not."
He laughed and stepped inside. Then immediately paused as his nose twitched.
"β¦What's that smell?"
"Hm?"
"It's sweet." His gaze narrowed. "Cake?"
You blinked. "How did youβ"
"I work with food."
"Right", you answered still shocked.
Sho looked annoyingly pleased with himself. "So?"
"So?", you reiterated.
"Who's the cake for?" The question came a little too fast.
You frowned. "Mio."
His smile vanished. Immediately. Like someone flipped a switch.
You stared.
Sho stared back.
"β¦Mio."
"Yes?"
A beat. Then another. His expression somehow got worse.
Realization hit you. "Oh my gods."
You pointed at him. "No."
"What?"
"You thoughtβ"
"I didn't think anything."
"You absolutely did."
"I didn't."
"You thought I baked a whole cake because I have a crush on Mio."
"Okay, first of allβ"
"YOU DID."
Sho covered his face for approximately two seconds then sighed. "Senpai."
"Oh my gods."
"He was at your dorm."
"He was fixing my kitchen."
"And now you're baking him cake."
"As a thank-you," you paused.
"Because he never takes any monetary payment whatsoever," you added.
"Uh-huh."
You folded your arms. "You realize how bad this sounds for you, right?"
"How does this sound bad for me?"
"You got jealous."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Sho blinked. Once. Twice.
Then he laughed. A little too loudly.
"Amazing."
"What?"
"You just made that up."
"I absolutely did not."
"You did."
"You got jealous."
"You're delusional."
"You got jealous."
"Senpai."
"You got jealous~", you teased.
He flicked your forehead, hard enough to make you yelp.
"Ow!"
"There."
"Violence isn't an argument."
"It is when you're being annoying."
You rubbed your forehead dramatically. "Wow."
"Tragic."
"Heartbreaking."
"I'll recover." Sho rolled his eyes. Then his attention shifted back toward the kitchen.
"β¦Wait."
"What?"
His gaze snapped back to you.
"Hold on."
"What now??"
"You bake?"
The question sounded genuinely confused.
You blinked. "β¦Yeah?"
Sho stared. "Since when?"
"Since forever?"
"You're telling me we've eaten lunch together for months and this never came up?"
You shrugged. "I don't know. It never seemed important."
"Never seemed important?"
"It's just baking." You laughed.
The grin he shot you made your stomach flip.
Then he crossed his arms. Still staring. Still looking weirdly betrayed.
"You seriously never told me."
You rubbed the back of your neck. "Sorry?"
"No, don't apologize." He pointed at you.
"I'm just trying to process this."
"Process what?"
"The fact that my favorite customer has apparently been hiding valuable information."
Your heart stuttered.
Favorite customer.
You knew he probably meant it as a joke.
Probably.
Unfortunately, that didn't stop your face from heating up.
Sho immediately noticed. Because of course he did. "Oh."
Your eyes widened. "What?"
"No, no." A grin spread across his face.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Sho."
"Interesting."
"Sho."
"Very interesting."
You groaned. "I hate you."
"That's not what your face says."
Heat exploded across your cheeks. "Sho!"
He laughed. The sound warm and effortless.
Then he finally held up the plastic bag. "Anyway."
"Anyway."
"I brought food."
"Oh!" You pointed toward the table. "Set it there."
"Got it." As he rolled up his sleeves, your brain immediately stopped working.
You looked away. Then looked back.
Then immediately regretted looking back.
Why were forearms a thing? Why were veiny hands a thing? Why was he a thing? Why was this happening?
"Senpai."
You nearly jumped. "What?"
"You're staring."
"I was not."
"You were."
"I wasn't."
A pause.
Thenβ "You know, if you're gonna admire me, you could at least be honest."
You almost died on the spot. "Sho."
"I'm just saying."
"Please stop talking."
"Can't." He looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Then an idea struck you. A wonderful idea.
A terrible idea. "Sho."
"Hm?"
"When the cake's doneβ¦"
"Yeah?"
"You should taste it."
One eyebrow lifted. "Oh?"
"I haven't baked in a while."
"Mm."
"So I want feedback."
His smile sharpened. "Feedback."
"Yes."
"Not because you want my opinion specifically."
"β¦"
"Not because you trust my palate."
"β¦"
"Not because you think I'm handsome."
"SHO."
He burst out laughing. "Okay, okay. I'll lay off the teasing~"
You pointed accusingly. "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
The worst partβ was that he was right.
And he sounded completely confident about it.
"Anywaysss.. About the cake..Β You can see it as a thank-you for all those meals you've been giving me for free, K?" , you smiled at him.
"Senpai, I've told you this already." He sighed dramatically.
"You're not getting free meals. You're a business expense."
"A business expense?", you questioned.
"Yep. Quality control. Every successful restaurant needs reliable customer feedback."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just like you, I'm being selfish right now, because you are gonna be my taste-tester, so I can make a better cake for Mio", you scoff trying to act obnoxious.
Sho laughs at your poor acting and you can barely hold yourself back from laughing with him.
"Okay senpai, better go check on that cake then before it burns", he chuckled patting your head as you rush to the kitchen.
While you're checking on the cake, Sho
begins taking out the packaged food he brought with him and lays it out on a table.
You take the finished cake out of the oven and begin to decorate it with strawberries and whipped cream you had bought from the campus store as your goal had been to make a strawberry shortcake.
Cutting two slices for you and Sho, plating them, and grabbing some utensils for the food Sho broughtβ you walked out to where he was and placed the slices of cakes on the table sitting down on a chair across from him.
"So.. What's on the menu for today MasterChef", you grinned as he played along with you.
"Alright, today's menu is sushi."
"Fancy."
"Very fancy."
He pointed at the fish with mock seriousness.
"Do you know how much this tuna cost me?"
"Too much?"
"Correct. That's why you're legally required to tell me it's delicious", he says before you both meet eyes and burst out laughing.
"Seriously Sho, what was that!", you cackle, looking at the man across from you.
βPffβI donβt know, senpai. You tell me,β he laughed, huffing out an amused breath.
The two of you eventually settled down, the laughter fading into a comfortable silence.
βAnyway, time to dig into this premium-grade sushi,β you snorted, picking up a piece and taking a bite.
The moment it touched your tongue, you practically melted.
βNo joke, this is seriously premium grade. Itβs ridiculously good!β
Sho smiled at your reaction.
βReally? Iβve actually been considering adding it to the menu. Iβve heard people say they buy the bento from the campus store mainly for the sushi.β
He paused for a moment before continuing.
βBut, senpaiβ¦ I need some advice about the food truck.β He looked at you expectantly.
βYeah?β
βLately, Iβve had this feeling that my customers are leaving only half-satisfied. Iβve been experimenting with different menu items, but it still feels like somethingβs missing. Since youβve been buying from my truck for a while, do you have any ideas?β
You thought it over for a moment.
βWellβ¦ whenever I order food, I automatically think about getting a drink to go with it. Maybe you could offer sodas, tea, or bottled water in a fridge alongside the meals?β
Sho nodded thoughtfully as you continued.
βOh, and maybe add something sweet to the menu. Even if itβs just a small snack or dessert. After lunch, I always end up craving something sweet.β
βThatβs trueβ¦β
βIt could also help during slower hours,β you added. βPeople might stop by just to grab a dessert or snack, even when the lunch rush is over.β
Sho hummed in consideration.
βHonestly, I donβt think your cooking is the problem at all. I think youβre already doing great. Itβs more about adding a few extra touches that make the whole experience feel complete.β
A look of realization crossed Shoβs face.
βYouβre right. Iβll definitely take your suggestions into account.β
He rubbed the back of his neck with a groan.
βThe only issue is dessert. Baking isnβt really my thing. It feels like a completely different science compared to cooking.β
βMaybe I can help?β
His eyes flickered back to yours.
βHow about you try the cake first and tell me if my baking is good enough? If it passes your standards, we could work together on a rotating dessert menu. Maybe a limited-time item each week.β
As Sho picked up a fork and took a bite, your confidence suddenly evaporated.
Moments ago, offering your help had seemed easy.
Now, as the man of your dreams carefully evaluated your baking, it felt less like sharing a slice of cake and more like sitting for the most important test of your life.
After a moment of silence Sho's previous concentrated look breaks into a satisfied smile.
Sho took another bite before answering.
"β¦Okay, first of all, this is good."
Your shoulders immediately relaxed.
"Second, next time chill it before serving."
"Hey!"
"I'm serious. The whipped cream would've held up better."
He took another bite anyway.
"The sponge is light, though. Not too sweet either."
Another bite.
"β¦Actually, this is kind of dangerous."
"Dangerous?"
"Yeah. If you start selling these near my truck, I'm gonna lose customers."
He flashed you a grin.
"Guess I'll have to hire you first, senpai."
"Would you want to help me?"
You blinked.
"With the truck?"
Sho nodded.
"A rotating dessert menu."
For once, he looked slightly hesitant.
"Only if you want to."
You stared.
Sho was always working.
Always moving. Always pushing himself.
Yet here he was worrying about you.
"Sho."
"What?"
"Are you seriously asking me that after feeding me for months?"
"That's different."
"How?"
"Because I know you're busy."
He leaned back in his chair.
"Classes. Missions. Ghouls asking for your help."
"I don't want you taking on extra work because you feel obligated."
Your chest squeezed.
"I'd love to do it."
His eyes softened.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You smiled.
"Limited menu every Tuesday and Thursday."
"Only twice a week?"
"Don't get greedy."
"Too late."
And now you had become the designated baker for Sho's food truck.
Glancing over at him, you see him finish up his prep, and before he could do anything.
You stepped forward grabbing the cookies off of the counter, cornering him.
"Open."
Shoraised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Just do it."
Amusement flickered across his face.
Still, he opened his mouth.
You pressed a cookie against his lips.
Leaning closer, you whispered:
"Happy Valentine's Day, Sho."
For a second he just stared.
Then his eyes widened slightly.
Not enough for anyone else to notice.
Enough for you.
Got him.
A victorious grin spread across your face.
"Senpai."
"Hm?"
"It's August."
"Details."
Then, before you could retreat, his hand landed on the counter beside you.
"Thoughβ¦" His voice dropped. "β¦if that's your confession, I think you can do better."
"W-What?"
"You heard me."
He leaned in with cookie still between his teeth, pressing it against your lips.
You accepted it and you both kissed softly.
Heat exploded across your face, as you both pulled back.
"I panicked, okay?"
Sho laughed. "You planned this."
"For three days."
"Exactly."
"And then I panicked anyway."
You covered your face.
"This is why I usually bake things instead of talking about my feelings."
Sho laughed softly before reaching up and pulling your hands away from your face.
The gesture was surprisingly gentle.
When you looked up, the teasing in his expression had softened.
Just a little.
Enough to make your chest ache.
"Hey."
"β¦What?"
"The cookies are really good."
Your eyes widened.
Coming from Sho, that wasn't a compliment he handed out lightly.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
He took another bite. Then pointed at the cookie. "These are definitely menu-worthy."
Relief washed through you. Followed immediately by warmth.
Sho chuckled. "Well."
"What?"
"If today is Valentine's Dayβ¦" He leaned down slightly. "Then tomorrow must be White Day."
Your heartbeat stopped.
"Shoβ"
"Which means I'll have to prepare a proper response." His grin softened. "Can't give a half-hearted answer to my favorite honor student."
He stole one last kiss.
Slow. Warm.
Enough to make your knees weak.
Then he immediately pointed toward the truck door.
"Out."Β You blinked.
"What?"
"Out."
"Sho!"
"You've got classes."
"And?"
"And missions."
"And?"
"And if I let you stay, you'll start helping."
You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Because he was right.
"Go rest, senpai." His expression softened. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Heat spread through your chest. "Tomorrow?"
Sho smirked. "White Day, remember?"
And before you could recover enough to respond, he nudged you out of the truck and locked the door.
notes: Hello! Hope you guys enjoyed this oneshot, since it was my first Tokyo Debunker work. I really don't know if Sho and Mio ever interacted, but in this fic let's just act like Sho knows who he is π
Anyways, my blog is legit a mess cuz I'm in so many fandoms, but erm I really wanted to post for tkdb cuz like... Sho is my favv. Also, my writing style reallyyy fluctuates depending on what I'm reading or just other stuff overall, so yeah, I really don't have anything consistent going on π I honestly haven't found a style that feels just right yet.
I tried to focus more on the dialogue and relationship development rather than describing the surroundings and other things or yapping too much, so I kinda challenged myself with this one. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this!! <33
(P.s: I just freaking realized I copy-pasted one scene TWICE from my notes app and into tumblr. Omfg I'm such an IDIOT π Dw I'm gonna fix it now oml)
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