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love-amihan · 3 years

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| ʜᴏᴍᴇ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴀᴏᴛ | ʜǫ | ꜰɪʟᴏ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛs | ᴍɪᴍɪ |

IT'S MORE FUN IN THE PHILIPPINES // JJK

word count; 1.7k+

collab with; @okakamaki

event; piliin mo ang pilipinas by @lumpiang-toge

amihan's note: this was from 1am anon's idea aka @/okakamaki, it was fun thinking about it, so i impulsively grab the prompt and here we are, you are now reading it! kei bebi, thank you for this prompt once again. you're so creative and you have so many noble idea~ ily bae <33 happy reading!

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jjk + filo tour guide!reader aka satoru hitting on you, every chance he gets

italic = they are speaking in japanese

you fiddle with the paper you have in hand, the word ‘gojo’ printed in bold capital letters. it’s another day of being a tour guide for tourists who came abroad just to visit and see the beauty of your home country, the philippines. foreigners have been going in and out of the country lately, with the endless options the country has to offer. it has 7,107 islands (7,108 during low tide) to begin with.

however, it’s not just the view that tourists look forward to, they also anticipate the filipinos, the locals of the country, who are known to be hospitable. they are welcoming and kind, smiles can be seen wherever you go.

you were pulled out of your little daydream by a good-looking guy towering over your figure, he tilts his glasses down, piercing blue eyes intensely looking back at yours. you gulp the lump in your throat, your hand that’s holding the paper tightens, he’s a handsome man but he’s intimidating at the same time.

“are you perhaps y/n l/n?” satoru’s flawless english accent fills your ears causing your cheeks to feel hot. in your defense, it’s sexy and pleasant to hear! as you're about to introduce yourself, maki interrupted by hitting satoru in the back of his head, scolding him in the process, megumi bowed at you, mumbling apologies in english.

“you were scaring them! what if they're not our tour guide?” maki pinches satoru’s side making him yelp in pain, he fakes a gasp offended by the statement. “with this handsome face of mine? scary??” he then looks back at you, the two were conversing in japanese making it hard for you to follow.

“did i scare you?” he asked in english, this got him another hit from maki for not getting the point. yuta pipes in not wanting to cause any more scenes in the airport, “are you a tour guide?” he asked with a gentle smile on his face, you nodded, finding comfort in his smile. “are you mister gojo sato..ri?” you asked not sure with the name, you mentally scold yourself for not taking time to learn a thing or two about your client.

“it’s gojo satoRU, babe” he corrected, smirking when he noticed how flustered you easily got from the endearment, “please don’t flirt with our tour guide, we still need them for the rest of the trip.” nobara groaned, speaking in their native tongue, your eyes widened at her statement shaking your head.

“f-flirt?!” you replied, “you know japanese?” yuji immediately asked after hearing you, “not really, more like a phrase or two” you sheepishly smiled, this made yuji pout wanting to converse with you more but alas his english vocabulary is limited.

“oooh, i like them. can i take them back home?” satoru turns and looks at his group of friends, who in return, look back at him with horrified expression.

there was no other word to describe the first day other than chaotic and all over the place. this day marks the start of how you became a tour guide for gojo satoru and his group of teenager friends. you better buckle up because the next two weeks are going to be very interesting.

the group chose not to do anything on their first day considering the exhaustion their body must have felt because of jet lag. luckily for you, you get to rest and anticipate what experience they might bring you for the following days.

the next day, you got the tourist spots and places to eat all planned out in your head. you greeted them outside the hotel they are staying in, which is a fancy five-star hotel might i add. “y/n~!” satoru skip walks towards your direction as soon as he sees you, he's the first one to feel comfortable with new people compared to his companions.

“hey, did all of you have a good rest?” you give them a little wave, they answer you with a chorus of hums. satoru being a cheeky man, “a very pleasant dream considering you were in them.” he sends a wink your way that makes you roll your eyes with a small smile.

“he really likes them huh?” yuji mumbles to megumi who’s nodding at his words. you clap your hands changing the topic, “for today’s agenda…” you start listing the things that they will be doing, looking at each of them to see if they’re following. you look at the clothes they are wearing and nod to yourself, “let’s go shop for clothes first, yeah?”

nobara gasps exasperatedly at you and gives you the most offended look, “i’m hurt!” she fakes a hurt expression and did a twirl, “this,” she gestures at her beautiful yellow sundress, “is too beautiful to be topped of by some silly souvenirs-”

before nobara can go on about her outfit, satoru interrupts her and sling his arm around your shoulder. “where’s our ride, baby?” he looks around before landing his eyes on you with a playful smile, “i mean yours is right here but that’s for another talk.” he winks as maki pulls him away from you.

“sorry,” maki gives you a sympathetic smile, you laugh a little, waving it off. “we don’t have a ride,” you started off, their reaction differs from one another. “..for today.” you finish with a smile and lead them to a jeepney terminal nearby.

you hear a loud gasp from behind, you turn around and see nobara with her mouth agape. you smile sheepishly at her while rubbing the back of your neck, “yeah... sorry about that, miss nobara.”

to help you visualize;

what gojo, yuji, and toge are doing is called 'sabit' here in the philippines. wherein they hang from the door whenever the jeepney is full, this usually happens during rush hour since everyone wants to go home fast.

yuji cuts nobara by excitedly walking in front of you, “we’re riding that?” his voice is not as loud as usual due to his lack of confidence in his english, you nod at him and hold out an arm for him. “let’s go?” he gladly link arms with you, the two of you are first to go inside.

the jeepney doesn’t have any passengers the moment all of you get in, thus, toge occupies the seat at the end where people get in and out, which is the best seat in my opinion, seated next to him is yuta, followed by yuji and megumi. sitting across from toge is maki beside her is nobara, you, and satoru.

maki stifles a laugh looking at him, you panic a little not expecting this to happen, ‘oh god, this is the first day and i’m already screwing it up’ you thought to yourself as you try to ease satoru’s pain from crouching too much, the jeepney soon filled up faster than your estimated time.

satoru watches people pass fairs person by person, he then remembers that the group haven’t paid yet. you’re about to pull out your coin purse and pay for them when satoru’s hand stops you, he pulls out his own and grabs a blue bill.

your eyes widens at this beside the fact that his wallet is full of them, he’s already passing the money to another passenger. you gasp a little, poking his side, he turns and looks at you, “what?” he cluelessly asks.

“that’s a lo-” the jeepney driver didn't let you finish your sentence, he held up the bill between his fingers looking at the rear-view mirror, “wala kang barya, ‘toy?” (don��t you have a smaller bill, boy?) after glancing at the driver, satoru looked at you with confusion written all over his face.

“that was a lot of money to give with a ride like this,” you politely inform him while maki fakes a cough, “dumbass” she mutters under her breath looking out at the view but not before hissing at toge for the nth time, who kept dangling his feet out. toge just giggles and sticks his tongue out at maki.

meanwhile, megumi is having a rough time enjoying the breeze that the jeepney is setting due to its speed. he tries not to show it on his face as he felt the person next to him flick stray sweats towards his direction, he scoots closer to yuji opting on listening until his ears fell off rather than the sweaty man.

on the other hand, satoru looks back at the driver with the sweetest smile on his face, “keep it, no need for a change.” he said with a smile while the passengers looks at him astonished by the scene. he returns on looking out the window, sticking his elbow out the window enjoying the view like he did not just give a thousand peso bill in a jeepney ride.

he basically paid for at least three routes packed with passengers. your bewilderment fades away quickly seeing his actions, “mister gojo! your elbow! keep it inside! and for the love of god, slouch a little, or else you’ll hit your head when a bump comes around.” as if on cue, he hits his head on top of the jeep. he lets out a yelp and looks at you with a pout, both of his hands nursing the top of his head.

the jeepney is packed and all seats are taken, in addition, two men are rushing to get to their destination as fast as possible. said two guys hang by the door after giving their fair, “y/n! y/n! why is he standing outside? i wanna do that too!” yuji looked at you excitedly. “oh me too! me too!” the overgrown tree of a man next to you who quickly recovers from his dramatic act earlier.

next to yuta, an old lady kept asking for his number, “you know iho, my granddaughter is about your age, i think she will like you.” contrary to yuta’s apologetic smile, toge’s glaring at the lady, gripping onto yuta’s arm.

“uhm, ano, sorry. but i am not looking for a relationship right now.” he bows his head a few times, apologizing for not taking her request. this boy is too pure for this world, i swear. “what about that white-haired boy? did you dye your hair iho?” she peeks from yuta’s side to get a good look at him.

toge just harrumphed at the old lady. “ah, he’s not allowed to be in a relationship yet, and yes did dye his hair.” yuta answers-lied for toge.

while all the chaos is happening, nobara and maki are talking about their next destination. megumi, oh poor megumi, is trying to scoot closer to a talkative yuji, who won’t stop talking about making sabit outside the jeepney, in hopes of getting away from the sweaty man beside him. you sigh looking at the things happening around you, never in your tour guide life have you ever expected this… the day is just getting started, you haven’t arrived at your first destination yet.

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mrskodzuken · 3 years

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Part 1 | Part 2

wc: 1398

tags/warnings: FLUFF, delicious Filipino food, Kenma being a flirt smh, YouTuber!Kenma, some choking (the sfw kind), Nekoma VBC + Akaashi as surprise guests.

note: my second entry for @lumpiang-toge’s “Piliin Mo Ang Pilipinas” Filo Server Collab Event. See end of post for additional notes.

Location: at Y/N's family's ancestral house, somewhere in the Philippines.

Time: around 2 pm, GMT+8/Philippine Standard Time

"Hello, homies, what's up? This is your favorite gamer cat boy, Kodzuken, speaking!"

Kenma starts his spiel in front of the camera that was perched atop a tripod; behind it several of your family relatives and some nosy neighbors are watching—gawking, more like it—the two of you shooting a food vlog for his YouTube channel.

"Please subscribe to my channel, hit the Notification Bell button to be updated with my upcoming streams and Like this video!"

"...aside from teaming up with Filipino clothing brand Pencilshoppe for their new summer fashion wear, I want to meet also my cutie Y/N's family—"

Camera cut over to your parents who are smiling on the sidelines, your tatay (father) waving lol

"—and say hello to my beautiful and lovely wife-to-be, Y/N-chan~" he looks at you, his golden cat-like eyes softly smiling, his hand grabbing yours as you come closer to him, blushing.

"Kenmaaaaa—!! Stop it, it's so embarrassing…”

Notice a few single ladies gasping, sobbing and fainting on the spot behind the camera as Kenma cutely kissed the back of your hand.

"So, Y/N, what are we doing today?"

You show him your cocky smile and, doing a That's My Boy pose (hand pointing like a gun) at the camera, wink.

"Well, we're doing some food tasting, featuring some of the Filipino foods I've grown up eating during my childhood, since a lot of you guys requested that Kodzuken’d try eating Filipino cuisine."

Kenma eyes a smorgasbord of food beside you, his eyebrow twitching a bit at the unfamiliarity. He spots some eggs; maybe they're hard-boiled, he hopes.

"W-well, that's a lot to dig in, Y/N... think we could finish them all?"

You chuckle a bit. "Of course not, silly! We're not trying to eat them all. Just a small portion of each!"

He sighs in relief. "Thank goodness~ I thought you're trying to kill me by feeding me with so much food. Maybe you should invite Kuro or Bokuto-san instead, kitten," he lamely jokes, while you shake your head hopelessly. "Okay, shall we start?"

You shuffle your notes written in the 1/8 index cards you're holding and read the first comment.

"From UN (username) lovely wind: 'Hi Kodzuken I'm a big fan of yours from the Philippines!! And I'm really thrilled that you're coming here!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-‘" Kenma's turn to chuckle as he finds your reading the comment amusing and cute.

"’-please try lumpiang shanghai and some cuchinta with lots of grated coconut! They're really delicious! Puto bumbong also, but it isn't Ber months yet :( Hope you'll like them~ btw, Kuya Kodzuken, why are you sooooo cute~!? Grrrrrrrr can I kiss you on the cheeks please? Wag po sana kayong magselos (Please don't get jealous), Ate Y/N huhu love you both! Heart heart!!’"

Your boyfriend's eyes get a bit wider hearing the last part, his cheeks showing some red.

"Um, w-wow... you find me cute, lovely wind? Thanks~ and yes you may kiss me on the cheeks."

He smiles, but suddenly pouts a bit, raising one brow knowingly.

"But how can you kiss me on the cheeks when you’re nowhere to be found? Hm?"

What a flirt, you think to yourself while staring at him. "Kenma babe, you... ugh~ I'll do it! For lovely wind!”

You scoot over your seat beside Kenma, a few female neighbors squealing in the background, and lean forward towards him, eyes closed, your lips pursed and ready to kiss his cheek.

Only for Kenma to turn his head in your direction and catch your lips with his, sealing with a kiss.

Galawang Hokage. Galawang Kodzuken 😎

There's an uproar behind the camera.

You try to hide your flustered face on cam and on your Puddinghead’s observant eyes, resting your head on Kenma’s shoulder.

“I hate you, kitten…”

“I love you too~”

Fast forward a few moments—

“Itadakimasu~!”

You place some plates on the table in front of the both of you.

“This is called lumpiang shanghai.” You point at the stack of fried and golden-brown-colored stacks of log-like rolls on your right.

“Lumpiang shanghai, sometimes called Shanghai rolls, is a Filipino deep-fried appetizer consisting of a mixture of giniling (ground meat) and minced vegetables, wrapped in a thin egg or rice flour crêpe and shaped into logs. These are usually partnered with a banana ketchup dip and always served during special occasions like birthdays and fiestas.”

“And this,” you motion to a plate of grated coconut-dusted, orangey-brown cup-like circles on your left, “is called puto cuchinta, or simply cuchinta.”

“It is a type of steamed rice cake made from a mixture of tapioca or rice flour, brown sugar and lye, enhanced with yellow food coloring or annatto extract, and steamed in small ramekins or plastic molders. These are best served as an afternoon snack or merienda, topped with freshly grated mature coconut meat.”

“Ano, which one do you want to try first, kitten?”

“The cu...chinta one, please.”

You smile at him, before you fork a piece and hover it in front of Kenma’s curious face, your other hand cupping below just in case it might fall from the fork. “Here, kitten, say ‘ahh~’“

He tucks some of his long ombre hair on his ear and leans a bit forward, opening his mouth—”Ahh~”—and chomps on the cuchinta.

You also take a small bite on another piece, chewing on the soft and chewy rice cake slowly before swallowing. “So, how was the taste?”

Kenma swallows the cuchinta inside his mouth, his eyes on the plate of lumpiang shanghai in front of him, thinking about something.

“Chewy, a bit sweet though, but simple compared to what I used to eat back home.”

“Hmm... yeah, you’re right. But eating these kinda reminds me of my childhood years, when me and my siblings waited for the roving kakanin vendor to cross in front of our house and buy cuchinta at a cheap price. Ahh~ brings back memories...”

Kenma rests his hand beneath his chin and looks admiringly at you, grinning. “Mhmm... I wonder if you looked cute as a child?” He then turns to ask your parents if they still keep some pictures of you as a child.

“KYANMAAAAA-!!!”

Fast forward to a few minutes again-

“Y/N, let’s play the Pocky game with these Shanghai rolls!”

Blush creeps again on your face as you suddenly choke on your water. “W-what!?”

There goes that smile again. He picks up a roll and waves it gently. “Since these rolls are of the same length as that of a Pocky stick, let’s do this, kitten~”

“No, Kenma, don’t play with your food, please! And they’re big, too! We might choke on them,” you mumble.

Your boyfriend pouts at your response. “Ehhh~ that’s a bummer. Well then, I’ll choose some girl from the audience to pla-”

“FINE, I’LL DO IT!”

“Sure you’ll do~” Kenma then hovers one end of the lumpia roll near your lips while looking you in the eye. “Now, be a good girl, open your mouth and say, ‘Ahh~’“

A vein twitch on your forehead. "A-ahh..." You oblige while he puts one end of the roll past your lips, smiling devilishly. Kenma then leans a bit and says, “Itadakimasu~ ❤︎,” before biting the other end.

I swear to the gods, when we fly back home to Japan, makikita mo (you'll see), Kozume Kenma!

Bonus:

Seeing the famous Japanese YouTuber Kodzuken choke a bit while doing the Pocky Game with his Filipino girlfriend using lumpiang shanghai instead of the usual Pocky is a sight to behold amongst his friends and former Nekoma VBC alumni, along with his manager Akaashi Keiji.

They make a surprise visit one Saturday afternoon (about a week after both of you came back from the trip) at your and Kenma’s shared house, armed with cans of beer and some food, while you, as your boyfriend’s video editor, are busy editing the clips you filmed during your trip to the Philippines. And what a nice timing, for they see how Kenma slightly gagged on that blasted Shanghai roll.

There are a myriad of reactions, ranging from wailing (Yamamoto, as usual) to embarrassed (Akaashi and some of the former first-year Cats) to laughing like a hyena (Kuroo, period.)

“Stop laughing, Kuro.”

DO NOT REPOST/EDIT WITHOUT PERMISSION. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME, KIDS. LIKES ESPECIALLY REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. ALL WORKS © MadKittyBlossom - 2021.

author’s notes: we all know that Kenma having a low appetite is Haikyuu canon. And I’m here to shove feed food to him, whether he likes it or not. This is kinda revamp(?) of the fic drabble wip I’ve planned on doing, that involves him eating frog meat for the first time, but in a food vlog drabble setup. Ish. Hope Kitten doesn’t have any food allergies or something ^^;; Also I borrowed the idea of Akaashi being Kenma’s manager from @/cozy-neko and their Kenma series fic, “The Cherry On Top”; please read it it’s *chefs kiss* 😚

additional notes: these are what lumpiang shanghai (left) and puto cuchinta (right) looked like—

special thanks to: my lovely and wonderful moots @lumpiang-toge @love-amihan @keiyoomi @antisocia1-butterfly @mariyeahh @mxtcha-tea @haikyutiehoe for beta-reading the first part; also thanks for your pa-shout out + suggestion @love-amihan (UN: lovely wind) 😘 *HEADPATS + HUGS + KISSES TO Y’ALL ♥️ *

#🇵🇭 — piliin mo ako #kozume kenma #kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu crack #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu filo #haikyuu filipino #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #kenma fluff #kenma filo #🐱saku.fic

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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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binibini

(n.) filipino [bee-nee-bee-nee] : young lady, a term of respect used to address an unmarried woman

—gojo satoru x reader

@lumpiang-toge’s event prompt: filipino culture. the official event masterlist is linked below! if you liked this, you should defo check out the other entries next ;)

based on binibini by zack tabudlo

navi | misc m.list | piliin mo ang pilipinas event m.list

content — language, angst, pining, denial

From the early years of your youth, you were raised to demand respect. It was engrained and cultivated in you as you grew older that you would never bow down to a man, you would never chase a man, and you would never alter yourself for a man. For years, you upholded these principles with utmost dignity, so when you were introduced to Gojo Satoru in your high school years, why would you ever consider dropping the doctrines you’ve sworn on your character?

Gojo Satoru is a menace to society — that much is as blatantly obvious as it is true. He has the maturity level of a toddler and the emotional range of a bent spoon, the amount of responsibilities of a supreme being and a god-complex that subjugates that of Kanye West's. The moment he threw flirty passes at you from the day you met him, you never once thought much of it; that's just how he was. It's in Satoru's nature to find a way to rile up anyone he meets and wriggle his way into their little personal bubbles. It just so happened that flirting with you is what he deemed to be your Thing.

As you transitioned from a nonentity of a high schooler to a teacher and high ranking sorcerer, you unwillingly found yourself looking forward to seeing Satoru's crappy Kakashi cosplay look more and more every day. It didn't matter if all he did was annoy you to the point of you debating whether to cut off your own ears. In the end, his nagging at you brought a smile on your face — one you would turn to hide from the man himself and deny ever sporting.

He would teasingly bump your hips with his and his pearly teeth would seemingly take up half of his face. "Oh? Is the grumpy, uptight Y/N-sensei actually smiling?"

You'd always turn away with a scoff, never actually giving him an answer and never turning to look back. Then, you'd usually increase your speed as you walked ahead of him with the goal of leaving him behind, though you know at the back of your mind that he could effortlessly catch up with those spider limbs of his.

What you never saw was the way his mocking expression softened at the sight of you so affected by the fact that he noticed your smile. You never once saw the way his usually concealed eyes would linger on your form as you walked further away from him.

You reminded yourself that you vowed never to fall for a man. You repeated it in your head over and over like a mantra, as if it was keeping you alive. Falling for a man — falling for Gojo Satoru — would bring you no good. He would flirt with you on a daily basis only to then go on his nightly escapades with random, faceless women. Men like him would only fool you, play you like child would a toy and eat you up like candy, only to discard you once they were bored and decided they needed something new. You could not settle for a man like that. You would not settle for Gojo Satoru.

One day, Satoru invited you to a café he found in Paris and he told you in his usual flirty voice that he had fallen for you, that he had just unexpectedly realized he had romantic feelings for you out of the blue. You chuckled without a thought and brushed it off as if his words were nothing but dust on shelves. That's just how he was: Flirty and annoying. It was this behavior of his that you had grown up with and grown used to — nothing out of the ordinary, you guessed. Case in point, there was no way in hell that he was being serious.

So then why did you feel an uncomfortable squeezing in your chest as you laughed him off? Why did your eyes feel the need to do a double-take on the man in front of you in attempt to find any hint of sincerity? Why did your mouth twitch as hurt and disappointment encased your heart when he laughed with you a second later? You deserved more than just a casual "I think I'm in love with you." You were worth more than an "I don't know how, but somehow, you're different from the others."

You entered your gloomy apartment that night, thinking over the events of the day. It seemed that you could not stop replaying the scene in your head. His words were imprinted on your mind, and you were numb at this point from having relived the same pain and disappointment from what followed.

You dropped your bag by your bedroom door, heading straight for the bathroom — the only place you could think of to go for comfort. Silently, you stripped yourself of your clothes and waited for the bath to fill, then plunging yourself into the warm water. The water soothed your muscles and the steam cleared your nostrils as you inhaled, leaning your head back on the rim of the tub and closing your eyes for a few minutes.

A single sequence of vibrations from your phone disrupted your peace. Begrudgingly blinking your eyes open, you turned your head to see that you got a text message from none other than the subject of your misery and confusion. Gojo motherfucking Satoru.

It seemed that seeing his name so soon after just seeing him a few hours ago was enough to trigger the release of the emotions you were trying so hard to conceal throughout the day. You breathed out a shudder. As small tears cascaded down your cheeks, you asked yourself: Why him? Why did it have to be Satoru? Of all seven billion people in the world, you could have chosen anyone at all to fall for, yet Gojo Satoru remains prevalent even in your heart.

Sometimes you wish you'd have fallen for Nanami instead. He was respectable, a man of substance, a little rough but at least he was honest and direct with his sentiments. He would never poke at your feelings with a stick the same way Satoru does. He would tell you outright and with complete seriousness that he adores you. He would worship you, prioritize you over everything and romance you like a true gentleman.

Then again, your spiteful wishes would be instantly forgotten the moment you let your mind wander back to Satoru. You'd think about how warm he felt next to you when he carelessly slung his arm around your shoulders as you walked, how he once dragged you to dance with him under the rain as he used his infinity as an umbrella to shield only the two of you, and how he never once bothered to hide the fact that he'd been looking at you whenever you caught him staring. He'd always grin at you cheekily, then rest his chin on his palm to resume watching you.

Your phone vibrated again, more consistently this time. This time, the asshole was calling you, and you absolutely did not have the energy to entertain him at all anymore. With a heavy heart, you turned off your device and sunk your body further into the water.

On the other end of the line Gojo Satoru's shoulders slumped as the receiver stated that he had failed to reach you.

Kaya sabihin mo sa akin

Ang tumatakbo sa isip mo

Kung mahal mo na rin ba ako

So just tell me

What runs through your mind

If you love me too

#🇵🇭 — piliin mo ako #binibini is such a pretty word #man i love gojo but i know he wouldnt treat me right #gojo angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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mirakeul · 3 years

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anghel sa impyerno [angel in hell]

notes ; hello ! this is one of my entries for @lumpiang-toge's piliin mo ang pilipinas collab which you will find here ! go check out the other authors who participated and enjoy the taste of our home country ! on a side note, i am very sorry for the delay... as you all may know (or not), my laptop's keyboard hasn't really been working and so i use an external one which i plug in, but these past few days, it doesn't really work that well and so i didn't have the means to write and edit. of course, it is a poor choice of mine to write and edit very close to the deadline but... yeah KJAHKJD n e ways i hope you enjoy this shit show ! [fic and title inspired by juan karlos' demonyo ; song lyrics and translation can be found here !]

words ; 1.20k

warnings ; cursing/cussing, doubts, the use of the word demon/s, brief mentions of bullying, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending ! :))

summary ; bakugou katsuki and y/n l/n, a match made in heaven or hell? more likely than you think. bakugou has feelings and y/n is adamant to make him feel her love.

pairing/s ; bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

taglist in the reblogs ! join my general taglist here ! <3 please do not plagiarize or copy unto another site, thank you!

bakugou katsuki always thought that he didn't deserve someone like you. someone that is the opposite of everything that he is. he was a man who knows his goals, one of that is being number one. he vowed never to engage in such distractions that would prevent him from surpassing everyone in his way.

but then you came along.

you with that stupid smile of yours that even he couldn't deny made everything a bit brighter. you with that attitude of yours, comparable to midoriya's, that he swore was too fucking much for him. you. just… you.

"katsuki!" you beckoned him over, a smile on your face. "are you alright? you seemed out for a second there."

"i'm fine." he gruffly said. "let's just f-- go."

he fell alongside your steps, hands in his pocket as you chewed his ear off with the things you were saying. there was a comfortable silence after you finished your story and it was something both of you have been used to. it was in these mere silences that you'd grown rather fond of the blonde, and him, likewise.

you smiled, waving your hand at him as he dropped you off your home. during the weekends, UA allowed students the option to stay at their parents', given the fact that their parents are with them. he huffed a goodbye, shrugging his shoulders, and then he was off.

that left you to your thoughts, wandering back to how your ex-friends asked you how you and bakugou got together. how he was the complete opposite of you. how your skeletons in your closet would have driven him away, how you were worse than he has ever imagined. granted, these so-called friends manipulated you all throughout middle school. but, still, it prompted a series of cloudiness and doubts in your head.

you didn't know how long you were out for it, but then a distant ringing pulled you out of your thoughts, looking through your bag to find your cellphone… bakugou was calling you. you swiped to answer, putting your phone beside your ears as you said hello.

a few minutes went past without him speaking so you were prompted to almost hang up but you heard him whisper. "katsuki, are you okay?"

he shuddered, heart beating too much. "i-i'm fine. i just needed to hear your voice."

alarms rang in your head as you tried your best to talk and placate your partner. your soothing voice was all he was hearing, ears focused as he tried to make out what you were saying. "it's okay, my love. i'm here, katsuki."

his mind buzzed with different scenarios, mostly with you looking at him with disgust or you bloodied by his own hands, dying in his arms. he can hear some ruffling on your end, the keys jingling which he assumed you used to lock up your home. "the fuck are you doing?"

"you need me there, i'm coming."

"fuck, no, don't--"

"katsuki," you said with a hard tone, not leaving room for arguments.

"fine." he muttered. he was slightly relieved you offered to come. with his parents still at work, being alone definitely amped his thoughts about your relationship.

you stayed on the phone with him, talking to him in soothing tones. it reminded him of all the times you reassured him that it was him that you love, and everything that he is. he knew you were too different from him, from the way you befriended everyone else but also to the way you always gave him the benefit of the doubt, no matter the situation.

you were an angel who descended into the depths of hell while he was a demon you undoubtedly saved with the way you are. you were a princess and as much as he wanted to think he was a prince in your story, he was merely a servant meant to guide you through. his goals didn't change, he will become number one, with you by his side that is.

"katsuki?" your voice was much more clearer making him assume that you were just outside the door he was leaning on. "i'm here."

he silently opened the door, leaning onto you as you engulfed him in a hug. he breathed in your familiar scent, desperately clinging on to the fact that you were there.

"do you want to talk about it?" you asked, despite already knowing how bakugou doesn't like talking about his "weaknesses" as he calls it.

"i don't understand why you still stay with me." he said, making you look at him.

"because i love you, katsuki."

"why?" he asked, his expression different from his usual angry demeanor. "after everything i've done, why? why, y/n? i don't fucking understand! why!"

"i just do, katsuki." you said, your mind going abuzz as you remembered your thoughts earlier. "besides, i don't understand why you would stay with me." putting a lot of emphasis on the word you, your voice slightly lowering after, seemingly ashamed.

"what?" he looked at you with disbelief.

"i know how you bullied midoriya when you were kids and when you were in middle school. i know about your temper and i know you didn't really like the way i kept bothering you when we were in first years."

bakugou remained silent.

"but the thing is, i'm someone you wouldn't want to associate with. i'm not the angel you basically make me out to be. i'm not."

...

"and i'm not saying these things to put the attention on me. but the thing is, we all have demons inside of us. i cannot change the past because i promised myself to be better and sometimes it's hard when people keep bringing up the very thing i want to let myself forgive and forget."

you held his hand, slightly gripping them as you looked down. "katsuki, you were one of the people who never thought of me any different. sure, we didn't exactly get along for the better part of highschool but you were you. and i love you because you believed in someone like me. i love you because you understand what it's like to have demons and you never let go, choosing to fight with me. i love you because you were better. you tried everything to be better."

"i love you, katsuki. demons or not, i'm here for you. every step of the way."

his hands gripped yours as he leaned into your touch. "you know i will always," he rolled his eyes, not used to showing any emotions. but with you, it was always so different. "i will always love you. you literally saved me from going too deep in hell, y'know?"

you laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes you didn't notice, not until now. "what, you literally make me an angel of some sorts?"

"my angel," he grins, leaning in to give your lips a chaste kiss.

"your guardian angel." you teased but bakugou was not having it, agreeing immediately.

"let me be yours too." he said, pulling you close as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"you already are, katsuki." you smiled, nuzzling on his chest. "you already are."

ikaw ay anghel na napadpad sa impyerno ako ang demonyong gagabay sa iyo pabalik sa langit habang tayo ay paakyat ako'y napa-ibig sayo — demonyo ; juan karlos

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keiyoomi · 3 years

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time in | k. tetsuro × reader

details: 1.2k words | fluff, slight angst (if you squint), ceo!kuroo

summary: when you accepted your boss’ invitation to hangout after office hours, you never thought you’d experience a magical night with him. that is, until the clock strikes twelve.

note: this is my other entry for the collab [piliin mo ang pilipinas] by @lumpiang-toge that actually ended last sunday (?) but yeah, deadline? what deadline? hehe. enjoy! ah, right. intramuros is what i have in mind while writing this (though i've never been there.)

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Standing next to your boss—your crush—in any occasion is something you’d like to experience while you’re still working in the company.

For almost a year, you’ve been working as Kuroo Tetsuro’s secretary. He’s an easy going, Japanese billionaire who decided to expand his business to other parts of Asia. Philippines is just one of the countries he chose to grow his business.

You usually stand behind him or in front of him, but you’ve never stood next to him. A part of you already accepted the fact that you’ll never be able to make your wish come true and that your far-fetched dream will remain that way until he returns to his motherland.

Standing near him is better than just looking at him from afar. But of course, it is more like a torture when someone you’re yearning for is within your reach, yet you can’t even get any closer to them.

‘This is unfair.’ You grumbled in your mind while watching your raven-haired boss read the contents if the document in his hand. ‘Am I the only one who became haggard and slightly unpresentable after accompanying him in those meetings and visiting his employees in this building?’

“Y/N, you’re always working late,” he said while signing the files you’ve brought in his office. His eyes looked at yours and a gentle smile appeared on his lips. “You should take some time to relax, you know? Go out with your friends, if you want to.”

You pursed your lips, hoping that it’ll keep you from spilling any sarcastic response. Kuroo doesn’t seem to mind your sarcasm though. If anything, he even encouraged you to be yourself and to speak what’s on your mind whenever it’s just the two of you.

“Just say it out loud.”

“Urk!” You quickly cleared your throat and composed yourself. “Sir, in case you haven’t noticed the situation outside this building, it’s difficult to go home during rush hour. I’d rather complete my other tasks in advance than waste my time in a traffic jam.”

“Point taken.” He, then, leaned against the backrest while looking at you. “How about meeting with your friends? You know, to catch up with them.”

You gathered the files on his table and forced a bright smile. “We’re all busy with our lives that we eventually lost contact with each other. Anyway, we’ve managed to complete our tasks for the day. I’ve already reviewed the documents that you’d be signing tomorrow, so if you want to, I can also bring it in here.”

Kuroo shook his head and rose from his seat. “Those documents can wait,” he said as he took his jacket off of his chair. “Would you like to hangout with me? There’s this place I’ve been wanting to see for awhile now.”

You wanted to go home and rest for hours, but you wouldn’t trade this once in a lifetime opportunity to be closer to your crush.

“Sure,” you replied before stepping out of his office with the files in your arms. You arranged it neatly on your table before quickly looking at yourself in the mirror.

You don’t want to look like a squid next to a captivating man like him.

Maybe...

Maybe you’d finally be able to stand next to him...

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

He suddenly raised his hand. “Just call me Kuroo... wait, that sounds too formal here. Hm... Tetsuro?” Then, he rubbed the back of his neck before grinning at you. “Um, just call me anything aside from ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Kuroo’.”

You stood still for a bit while watching the tip of his ear turning reddish. ‘Could it be...?’ You mentally shook your head. ‘I can’t assume anything unless otherwise he verbally say it. Bawal mag-assume, nakamamatay.’

“Shall we?”

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Accompanying your boss in a slightly crowded park is something you’ve never thought would happen for real. You used to picture yourself in a park with him, staying there and exploring the places and sights it has to offer. In the midst of roaming it, you’d buy some ice cream from a wandering vendor or those salted peanuts in a pail that you can eat on the go.

“Is that...?” You snapped out of your daydream when you hear his voice. He was pointing at the direction where some old couple were dancing together. Then, another couple decided to dance in pair.

It would be nice if he asked you to dance. One where he would guide you in the middle of the crowd. He’ll rest his hand on your lower back while holding your hand as you dance. Ah! Eye contact. Looking at each other’s eyes would make the dance even more romantic.

“It looks fun.”

You turn to him in disbelief before looking at the clear skies. ‘Lord, were you listening to my silent wish?’

“Should we give it a go?” he asked, offering his hand to you.

You weren’t sure if it has something to do with the lights that illuminates behind him, but your heart begins to race in a pace that it never had before.

With shaky hand, you placed your hand atop of his and made your way in that unplanned dance party. The warm and fuzzy feeling was intoxicating, but you don’t mind getting addicted to it.

Kuroo’s hands kept you safe while dancing. His captivating smile was plastered on his lips the entire time he was dancing with you.

You were glad...

At least for a moment, you were able to accompany your boss—your crush—outside your working hours.

Oh, how you wish you could stay longer in that place and keep on dancing with him.

But that enjoyable time with him is over.

Just like the famous fairytale, the fleeting, magical moment ends when the clock strikes twelve.

And now, it’s time to go...

“That was fun,” you began as you walk next to him towards his car. “Thank you for letting me experience that kind of thing.”

He shook his head while looking at the night sky. “I should be the one thanking you. For accompanying me.”

Then, there was silence.

‘It’s really over, huh?’ You looked at your slightly worn-out shoes and smiled bitterly.

“Would you mind accompanying me again next time?” For a moment, you stood still that he ended up walking slightly ahead of you. “Y/N. Huh? Y/N, what are you doing there?”

You swiftly wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Nothing,” you replied as you catch up to him.

Maybe the day is over, but what you and Kuroo Tetsuro have is only beginning to bloom.

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mrskodzuken · 3 years

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IDK whose idea is this, having the famous YouTuber/gamer Kodzuken try balut i damn forgot 😂 this is my emergency third entry for @lumpiang-toge’s “Piliin Mo Ang Pilipinas” Filo collab event, based on an excerpt from an earlier rough draft of my fic “Kodzuken Tries Eating Filipino Food for the First Time” (part 1 link):

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love-amihan · 3 years

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IT’S MORE FUN IN THE PHILIPPINES // JJK

word count: 1.9k+

collab with: @okakamaki

event: piliin mo ang pilipinas by @lumpiang-toge

warning: mention and photos of foods

disclaimer: photos used are not mine

amihan’s note: wow, i didn’t know y’all would like this series. you’re in for a ride tho, it’s gonna be wild and all over the place, hope all of you will stick until the end. i’ve established that it will consist of 5 parts plus there's a little surprise ;)) happy reading!

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jjk + filo tour guide!reader aka satoru hitting on you, every chance he gets

italics = speaking in japanese

megumi turns and looks at yuji who comes to a sudden halt with his rambling, you also look in yuji’s direction after not hearing his voice.

the rest of the group who got used to having the pink-haired voice as their background noise also turns and stares at him, wanting to know what’s possibly upsetting him that caused him to stop.

“i’m hungry” the boy in question utters out, the group groans at his statement except for the tall man beside you, he excitedly looks at you. you, on the other hand, look around confuse by what the boy just said.

“is there any restaurant nearby?” you look at him, wracking through your memory for any close by restaurants. you shake your head, “what i do know is a nearby street food that has lots of stalls.”

you gaze back at his beautiful ocean eyes, he nods at your words. he turns back to his friends, shrugging before looking back at you, “sure, let’s go there. there’s no harm in trying something new,” he ends his sentence with a smile.

arriving at the spot, it’s less crowded than usual, which is good because you want them to avoid busy crowds as much as possible, hence, fetching them early in the morning.

“alright, this is where the best street foods are being sold! this one here," you gesture at a stall, "has great sauce. the hotdog and fishball there is scrumptious! the kwek kwek there is the best because of the way they cook it.” you say pointing at different stalls.

yuji looks around with his eyes wide open, mouth watering from the divine smell of fried foods. “this is awesome!” he exclaim before dashing from one stall to another. you blink in disbelief, seeing the boy run at full speed, “..go wild.. i guess?” you state bit by bit, seeing them be in their own little bubble.

a quick visual of street foods from philippines;

their reaction is the total opposite of what you expected, you thought they would be hesitant on trying this, a lot of foreigners are not fond of street food, reason being it looks unsanitary for them.

good thing, this specific place is full of endless fried street food options. moving to the closest pair, you see yuta and toge buying one or two of all the food that’s on display. having them to-go instead of eating them right away, you raise a brow at this, the raven-haired sees you and smiles sweetly.

“we’re gonna do a taste test and rate which is the best one,” he explains, holding up a bag full of different foods. your mouth forms an ‘oh’ nodding in return, “there’s tables and chairs not far away from here, you can settle there,” you inform them while giving them the directions.

toge, who’s been busy picking their foods, notices you and gives you a little wave. you wave back smiling at him, he holds up a stick, three orange balls skewed in them, a well-known street food called kwek-kwek.

you hum, waiting for him to continue, “ano ang tawag…” (what do you call..) his filipino coming out a little bit wonky but it’s bearable, “sa mabilis na pagkain?” (a fast food?) you snort at his predictable joke but for the sake of entertaining him and not wasting his effort.

“what?” you fondly ask. “kwek-kwek!” (get it? it sounds like ‘quick’) you giggle at his delivery and ruffle his hair. toge basks in your affection, smiling smugly at satoru who’s staring at your direction with his eyes squinted.

yuta pipes in, it’s not fair that toge’s the only one who’s gonna be dubbed ‘funny,’ “alam mo ano mas mabilis?” (you know what’s faster?) you look back at yuta, with your mouth slightly hanging open, he can pass as a local with that flawless accent.

you cross your arms, smile getting wider, “hm, ano?” (hm, what?) yuta puffs out his chest, “sopas” (uhuh since it sounds like ‘so fast.’) you can’t help but double in laughter, you have heard those jokes for ages that you should be immune to it by now, yet, having them deliver it is different.

“i’ll go and check on the others, don’t get lost!” you squint your eyes at them while pointing at them with your index finger, the duo nods at your words diving to another stall to get another set of food. poor maki gets drag by the duo along the way, making her hold the foods they’ve gotten so far.

“woah woah, slow down” you dodge in time as yuji’s about to bump into you, he hums with his eyebrows up recognizing you, waving a bamboo skewer that used to have isaw (chicken intestine.) as much as you enjoy seeing yuji stuffing his face to his desire, you wonder if, “yuji, did you pay for those?” his munching stops.

he inhales deeply, looking at you with wide eyes, “don’t worry, i paid after him.” megumi assures after smacking yuji in the back of his head, nobara emerges from behind megumi, a single plastic cup in her hand.

“oh you don’t like the food here, miss nobara?” you sincerely ask her, she perks up at the mention of her name. “oh, no. it’s alright, just have a sensitive stomach ‘s all,” you nod, giving her a sympathetic smile.

the small crowd surrounding one stall caught your eyes. getting closer, you recognize the white hair that stands out and you can’t mistake him for others with that height of his.

that’s right, satoru attracts people wherever he goes, just like at this moment. the vendor happily fries more of his goods, thankful for the tall man in front of him. "oh y/n!” he calls you out from the crowd and motions for you to come closer.

as soon as you stand beside him, he drops the question he cannot seem to have an answer to, “why does it taste bland?" satoru turns facing you, squidball pierced in the bamboo stick he's holding.

"huh? but they have the best sauce here!" you exclaim. satoru shrugs at you, "it's bland" he deadpan, eating the squid ball, "where'd you even dipped it in?" satoru points at the clear brownish liquid that was lined up with the rest of the sauces.

your jaw drops at this, stifling a laugh in the process. you purse your lips covering your mouth while looking back at him, "what?" he whined, "honey, that was water… it’s for cleaning the ladles." satoru stops in his tracks looking at you in disbelief.

you can't hold back your laughter anymore, you clutch your stomach, enjoying the mishap he did. the little audience satoru gathered snickers along with you, murmuring to each other.

"beh, he's handsome na sana eh" (he’s handsome but..) one of the girls whispers, "but why is he like that??" she laughs, her friend whispering back, "i don't believe in 'nasayo na ang lahat' anymore, ambobo amp" (basically, that saying is describing someone as being perfect.)

after calming down from your fits of laughter, you look at his pouty face. "why would you even dip it there?” you pat his arm, trying to give him comfort. “what made you think that was a sauce?!" you shake your head at him.

satoru shrugs, panicking a little, "i dunno! it looked interesting and unique from the others so i thought it was gonna taste better!" you laugh at him remembering the face he made earlier, "that's not nice!" he grumbles, dipping his kikiam in the right container this time.

you’re peacefully eating with satoru when you see toge speed-walking, panic written all over his face, “yuta’s missing!” he immediately blurts out, he’s not even in front of you yet. you shove your cup in the trash, letting toge lead you where he last saw him.

meanwhile, poor yuta is having a hard time trying to find an escape with the chismosas. being the sweet boy he is, he does not want to come out rude after getting rope in their little huddle.

unfortunately for yuta, who just went to buy a drink for him and toge, is now stuck with them. “you know 'nak, the one who lives there?” the lady points at the big old house next to the sari-sari store, in which yuta nods, scared of what she’s about to say next.

“she’s an aswang!” she exaggerates her words, matching it with fancy ‘scary’ fingers, taunting the boy.

“they say she goes to other people’s houses and drinks their blood. especially the pregnant ladies!” now yuta is horrified because what kind of person drinks pregnant-woman-blood? oh yuta, sweetie...

“that’s why when you get a wife make sure to look after her so that no aswang will get to her okay?!” yuta nods, easily putting trust into her words. with full determination, “yes! i’ll do my best!” he squeaks out in fear and in all seriousness.

before he can be drag any further into their chismis, you finally get a sight of him. letting out a sigh of relief, you approach the group.

you smile at the titas (aunties) “pasintabi ho,” (excuse me,) you hold yuta’s hand and pull him out of the group, however, one of them has other plans.

she lightly taps on his shoulder, getting his attention. “can i possibly get your number, ‘nak?” (an endearment used by the eldery, translates; son/daughter) she sweetly asks, "i have a daughter around your age," she added.

you stop yourself from rolling your eyes and continue to pull him along to where the rest of the group are. the two girls huff, simultaneously hitting him in the head.

“you got us worried, idiot!” maki scoffs and crosses her arms fleeing the scene to return on whatever she was doing before, while toge glares at the direction where you two came.

with that little incident out of the way, you lead them to the real place that’s actually on their agenda for today. what the teens didn’t know is that you and satoru talked the night they landed, planning the island hopping.

its gonna be the highlight of this trip, which in your defense is what you prepare for the most, regardless, the mini disastrous jeepney ride and street food adventure you made them experience.

that’s why you’re here ‘souvenir shopping' but more like buying appropriate clothes and swimsuits, all they have on their suitcase are outfits that’s for fashion and nothing more.

“surprise!” satoru suddenly bursts out while opening the door to a store that sells shirts, swimsuits, and such. the group, even you, turn their head to the side in embarrassment, maki snatches nobara’s fan and hits satoru with it non-stop.

“ouch” satoru whines while pouting like a child, he strides towards you and points at maki, “she’s hurting me” you just shrug at him, “you deserved it.”

with your statement, maki smugly smiles at satoru and sticks her tongue out at him, linking arms with you to come and window shop with her while nobara follows behind, snickering at the man.

meanwhile, yuji’s eyes literally sparkles while staring at the display shirts, he points at them looking back at megumi, “you gotta be kidding me” he mutters as the pink-haired shakes his head, serious with his choice.

for visuals;

you stand by the counter, talking with the owner as the group rampages inside their store. you smile at them apologetically, hearing shouting from the background, “sensei! look at my shirt! it’s cool isn’t it?” yuji gestures at his ‘it’s more fun in the philippines’ shirt he has on top of his actual shirt.

“hai yuji-kun! you look amazing! let’s take a picture!” satoru snaps dozens of yuji’s pictures with his flash on. the boy enjoys the attention and went along, having a mini photoshoot. “he’s not even our teacher..” megumi mutters, “they share the same brain cell, don’t bother.” maki comments, patting him on the back.

yup, a long two weeks indeed.

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mirakeul · 3 years

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pinto ng tadhana [door of destiny]

notes ; hello ! this is the last one of my entries for @lumpiang-toge's piliin mo ang pilipinas collab which you will find here ! go check out the other authors who participated and enjoy the taste of our home country ! on a side note, i am very sorry for the delay... as you all may know (or not), my laptop's keyboard hasn't really been working and so i use an external one which i plug in, but these past few days, it doesn't really work that well and so i didn't have the means to write and edit. of course, it is a poor choice of mine to write and edit very close to the deadline but... yeah KJAHKJD n e ways i hope you enjoy this shit show ! f/n means father's name [title came from ben&ben's song, susi but the plot is not rly based on it :')]

this will have a part two but it won't be part of the collab since it will be over the deadline too much, i don't rly want to continue it rn bcuz i have a lot to write KJADHDSDKA

[translation for italicized filipino words can be found here !]

words ; 2.75k

warnings ; angst, historical! au, reincarnation! au, brief mention of the japanese occupation, mentions of blood, death, using a gun, brief description of blood and like, corpses, description of a panic attack, cursing, somehow a cliffhanger :')) i'm sorry akjshaskjf and uh, major character death

summary ; sugawara koushi fell in love with y/n of the l/n family, one of the most influential filipino families after the japanese occupation. sadly, destiny wasn't on his side at the time... but as suga was reincarnated to be a volleyball player in japan, will y/n be reincarnated as well? watch sugawara koushi fall in love for y/n l/n all over again, despite the obvious language barrier.

pairing/s ; sugawara koushi x filipino fem! reader

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the warm sound of the vinyl playing and hushed voices can be heard from outside your room. your family was hosting its annual get-together with your closest associates and business partners. like they've said, pagpapakitang-tao. you were sitting in front of your dresser, eyes travelling to ayaka as she applied your makeup. you changed into more formal-wear afterwards with expensive jewelries hanging over your neck, and slipping into some high heels.

"my lady, y/n," you looked at sugawara, your family's most loyal aid, who had his hand outstretched to you. "your father and his guests are looking for you."

you sighed, standing up, and taking his hand. you pat down the dress you were wearing with your other hand, looking at the mirror just beside you as you fixed yourself, thanking ayaka before you left. "thank you, suga, let's go, then."

"is this the infamous daughter of f/n l/n?" you smiled but it does not quite reach your eyes as sugawara noted beside you. "aba't pagkakagandang dalaga! ilang taon na ba at nang maipakilala ko sa aking unico hijo?"

"she's eighteen, kumpare."

"eighteen! she's as beautiful as her mother." you thanked him, as your eyes travelled to the guy beside the said person. ah, oikawa tooru, the son of one of the most influential people not only in the philippines but also in japan. shortly after the japanese invaded your homeland and left, your family, despite being influential, were also caught in the crossfire. you were fortunately spared from everything that happened given your father's status, which was higher than that of oikawa's family as you presumed.

and so, sugawara koushi was counting himself lucky. born into a poor family who migrated to the philippines after the japanese invasion, he was fortunate enough to get a job. having the l/n as masters were a gift for the sugawara's as they never tried to discriminate the sugawara family for coming from japan. in fact, mr. l/n seemed adamant that they keep their jobs and so, a few years after the philippines' freedom, here they were, serving the l/n family.

koushi looked at you as you uncomfortably shook hands with oikawa tooru. the oikawa family were few of the people he remembered from when they were still in japan, he could still remember little koushi, maybe thirteen, staring in bright and wide eyes at him, the prime of kids his age, tooru of the oikawa's. but alas, all things, even his adoration, must come to an end.

"tooru," oikawa tooru said after you shook his hand. "you can call me tooru."

you cleared your throat, "oikawa-san, i'm not trying to be rude but i am not here for pleasantries. i'm simply here on my father's account."

koushi struggled to keep his face straight, lips pursing. oikawa tooru noticed, turning his attention to him. "and who might you be?"

you furrowed your brows as you looked at koushi, clearly confused. "he's sugawara koushi."

oikawa looked at him from top to bottom, clearly judging him. koushi tried his best not to let it get to him. he is, after all, just a servant.

"maybe you can leave y/n and i alone?" oikawa said, his voice saccharine and filled with so much which you didn't fail to notice.

koushi was about to leave, not wanting to aggravate oikawa more when you spoke. "i don't know where you got the idea that you could belittle my friend because as far as i know, you are in my household so please do not talk to him that way."

koushi looked at you, his mouth bound to form a small smile. you do, however, turn to him and whispered, "please excuse me while i deal with this… ass."

he stifled a laugh, nodded, and bowed. he left you with oikawa, not without hearing you, "okay, let's talk, oikawa-san." with a tone so… he dared say… annoyed.

he hung a little back, chatting amongst the other helpers, his eye catching his mother's who was cooking in the kitchen. aside from the scene with oikawa, the night went smoothly with your father, introducing koushi to some of his associates.

you and koushi were… friends, you think? you were both about the same age and so, when your father hired them a few years back, he was the one friend you made during your teenage years. of course, there were awkward moments still but you were convinced that both of you were comfortable enough to call yourselves friends. he was definitely more outgoing than you but still, you both made it work, and so here you are.

the night slowly came to an end, koushi sat on a chair just far back as you and your father bid goodbye to the guests. you walked to him, plopped on the chair next to him, took off the heels you wore all night, and massaged your feet. you sighed, resting your back on the chair as you eyed him in your peripheral. "napakaraming nasabi ni oikawa," you muttered. koushi laughed gently, years of being in the philippines meant he had to be able to understand and speak filipino. "hindi ko mawari kung saan niya nahuhugot iyon."

"matagal nang nababalitaang may pagkamasalita si oikawa tooru, lalo na't noong nasa japan pa siya," he said. you both laughed. the night was exhausting. you never really understood why you need to do this but alas, being part of an influential family does that.

"tell me about it," you said as you massage your feet. "the heels were killing me though."

"oh," koushi stood, then kneeled in front of you, and took your foot. "let me."

you were embarrassed, trying to make koushi stand up. "oh my, you really don't have to, suga-kun. this is not really a part of your job."

"i know," he looked at you pointedly. "but as your friend, let me."

you rolled your eyes, letting koushi do as he pleased. you sighed in content as he massaged your feet, your feet slowly feeling a lot better than earlier. you caught your father's eyes who looked at you and then koushi. he raised an eyebrow at you. you shook your head to deny everything he seems to be saying with that look. he looked lowkey amused, turning to the other servers as he gave them instructions about the leftovers from the event.

"koushi, may we talk for a second?" your dad called him so you waved at him with a small smile, bidding him good night.

"ano po iyon, mr. l/n?" your father's hand clasped gently on his shoulder, holding a smile that was too much for it to seem genuine.

"i want to thank you for taking care of my daughter," he said. "i will be counting on you to be there for her, not only as her guard but as one of her closest friends."

"of course, sir." koushi smiled.

"and of course, your family has always been loyal despite our repercussions from the japanese occupation." why is he speaking like… "i need you to do me a favor."

"anything, sir."

"i believe that one of these days, i may have to leave y/n." your father looked dejected. "and it will take a large emotional toll on my daughter. she lost her mother at an early age and i'm the only family she has left. but, our family has a lot of enemies, and i believe that one of my associates betrayed me and my family. kinakailangan mong ingatan si y/n sa dahilang baka hindi ko na siya maprotektahan."

"you're in danger..." koushi's voice wavered, having grown close to your father as well.

"i'm telling you this so you know what to do." his eyes stared directly into koushi's. "however, i am lead to believe that even my daughter's life is in danger. please protect her. masyado pang maaga upang magkita silang muli ng kanyang ina… ayoko ring sumunod siya agad sa akin kung sakaling.."

"sir, i will protect her with my life." he will…. he will.

f/n sighed, smiling at koushi, nodding. "thank you. you may go now. you had a long night."

that night was the last night y/n was caught smiling because a few days after, her father was found dead with bullet holes. it was presumed that his enemies got to him and so, f/n l/n's was no more. the sugawara family stayed with y/n as most of the maids and servants were relieved of their job.

and koushi promised to protect you, even with his own life at stake.

and so as he stared at the bloodied bodies of his… parents, he cleared his head, now solely focusing on you. there were tears in your eyes which you tried holding in, feeling the cold nuzzle of the gun on your temple. you couldn't move, your captor's hand gripping firmly around your neck. you locked eyes with koushi, smiling a bit to assure him that you were fine… even if you're clearly not.

"you don't have to do this," koushi's voice was shaking, his eyes darting from you to your captor. "just let her go."

"just go, koushi!" you screamed, the arm around your neck tightening for a bit, choking you. "you can still go."

"not without you, y/n!"

"please, pakawalan mo na siya. ako yung dapat mong mapatay, hindi ba? 'wag ka nang mandamay ng iba pang inosente!"

"no, y/n! we're leaving together!"

a gunshot broke your conversation making you flinch and scream. he pointed his gun at you, saying, "tanginang! ang iingay puta, tumahimik nga kayo!"

you locked eyes with koushi for the slightest of seconds, him nodding at you. you stomped your foot on one of your captor's feet, biting his arm at the same time. koushi was quick to be beside you, kicking his groin, effectively releasing you.

but of course, you both left your guard down too much, not noticing your captor as he aimed his gun at you. there was ringing in your ear as you looked at the blood dirtying your clothes, slowly spreading as you spurted out blood, the taste of iron filling your mouth as you felt yourself falling.

next to you, koushi was stricken. he had half a mind to finish the job of successfully making your captor fall unconscious, and back to your side he went. his hands clutched to your clothes, a guttural sob wracking out of his body as he tried to claw through, his other hand going to his parents'.

"'shi," you called out to him with every ounce of strength you have left. "'hank you."

"don't speak, y/n" he said shakily. "we can still make it to the hospital. we can-"

"you know," you coughed, more blood trickling down your chin. "we won't make it."

"we will!" his tears were now dripping down on you. "hold on, y/n!"

"i never got to tell you this, kou." his nickname sounded so good when you said it. if only you were not dying in his arms. "i really think you were good looking, napakakisig mo lalo na noong gabing kinausap ka ng aking ama."

"y/n."

"aaminin ko, nahulog ang loob ko sa'yo. bakit naman hindi, 'diba?" you laughed, the pain in your body catching up to you making you wince. "i'm sorry for bringing it up in these circumstances. gusto ko lang masabing mahal kita sa huling pagkakataon."

koushi was sobbing again, clutching y/n's weakened body in his continued whispers. "i love you too, y/n. mahal kita, please don't leave me."

you smiled, lifting your head to place a small kiss just beside his lips. "thank you for everything, koushi. until we meet again, paalam."

"no, y/n." he closed his eyes, screaming once again. "no!"

sugawara koushi, age 18, woke up with a scream. he felt hot tears running down his face as his dreams-- no, nightmares plagued with the same person he couldn't really remember. all he remembers was the pain in his heart, clenching into nothing.

his parents were worried when he went down after showering, asking him if he was okay. with a pained smile, not really understanding why, he dismissed them, saying he was okay.

he was most definitely not.

he was still thinking about his recurrent dreams nightmares after school when he went to practice. his best friend, sawamura daichi, noticed this and immediately talking to him before practice started.

"suga, you've been out of it since this morning, are you okay?" daichi said as he stripped down to his boxers, changing into his pe uniform.

"it's nothing," he smiled, trying to convince them enough for them to back off. "i'm okay, really."

"well you should be," daichi said. "or else i won't make you attend practice."

suga rolled his eyes, bumping into daichi's shoulder affectionately, "you wouldn't."

"i would. don't try me." they laughed, going to the gym where the others were already stretching.

aoba johsai… one of the most prestigious schools in miyagi along with the powerhouse school, shiratorizawa. suga's head hung low as he listened to the condition wherein kageyama should be the setter for the whole game, leaving him benched. it hurt, it really did, but what can he do? and so, being the bigger person, he went to coach ukai and convinced him that it was okay to choose kageyama. it was just a practice match…

and so karasuno practiced and practiced, suga's mind slightly forgetting about his ominous dreams. the day came. everyone was pumped. suga smiled as hinata talked to tanaka, their voices blocking his sudden nervous thoughts.

"we're here! everyone out!" coach ukai said. "let's go!"

suga couldn't help but look at you. you were talking to another person he assumed to be a manager as well. he doesn't understand why he was captivated by you but he was. daichi nudged him along, noticing he was almost left by the team.

"y/n," you turned to your senpai, ayaka. "you'll be greeting karasuno today. i'll be assisting coach mizuguchi for the things needed for the practice match, okay?"

"okay! thank you, ayaka!" she smiled, patting your shoulder, greeting karasuno's coach and advisor as she accompanied them inside.

"uh, hi! my name's y/n l/n, a manager for the aoba johsai's boys volleyball team!" you bowed down, them doing the same. "i'll show you to the locker rooms where you can change."

you looked back, noticing a gray-haired guy staring at you so you smiled at him, confused. "um, you okay?"

"yes." he said after a beat. "i am, i'm sorry for staring."

"no, it's fine. i'll just be waiting here in case you guys need anything." you waved at kiyoko who went out to talk to you, striking up a conversation.

who are you…

you sat on the sidelines, ayaka on your left side. you took down notes with her, eyes slightly flickering to the bench where the gray-haired boy was sitting. ayaka noticed this, immediately shooting you knowing looks. your face burned with embarrassment, deciding to watch the game entirely. after the second set, oikawa finally came. he went to you and ayaka, asking what happened when he was not there yet.

suga's eyes locked on you and oikawa's figures. a sharp pain shot through his chest, memories of him being beside you with oikawa tooru in front of you flitted in his brain. he deeply breathed, noticing how everything stopped, a few muffled voices buzzing in his ear. he can vaguely hear daichi talking to him.

memories suddenly flooded his mind: you smiling at him as he massaged your foot, him talking to a man who look really similar to you, him sitting beside you as you both watched the sunset, him comforting you when your father died, his parents' bloodied figures as he tried to reason with the one who was holding you captive…

and then, he saw you dying in his arms.

and now you're here. you're here? you were in front of him, his teammates were at a distance, all looking worried.

"hey," you said, holding his hand to let him know you were there while the other was holding his shoulder. "are you okay? you suddenly screamed and fell."

"i'm okay." he removed your hand. "thanks."

he stood up and left the gym to wash his face. he could hear his teammates asking you what happened but you really couldn't answer, simply staring at him as he left.

who are you, sugawara koushi...

part two can be found here!

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IT’S MORE FUN IN THE PHILIPPINES // JJK

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collab with: @okakamaki

event: piliin mo ang pilipinas by @lumpiang-toge

warning: bad edit of pictures T-T mention and pictures of foods

disclaimer: photos used are not mine

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jjk + filo tour guide!reader aka satoru hitting on you, every chance he gets

just like the first day you met them, the four days came past like a blur. they grew fond of you, forcing making you drop the formalities, no more miss and mister. they love you and want you to be included in every adventure you set up for them.

it's now officially their fifth day in the philippines. the previous days, you gave them the basic tourist things such as bringing them to tourist spots and sight-see for a little bit.

island hopping is around the corner and satoru wants to plan for today. you put your trust in him, letting him take over the schedule for a day.

as quoted from him “today’s gonna be fun!” the tall man looks at his companions. “doubt it,” nobara mutters, satoru pouts, “that’s not the spirit.”

satoru stands in front of the group while he exaggeratedly gestures at the store, “ta da~!” while the group except you stares back at him with boredom written all over their face. you peek at the store as your mouth forms an ‘oh.’

“tayo’y magiging makabayan…” (we are gonna be patriotic...” satoru says, his english accent making it hard to understand, you encourage him to continue with a polite smile. he looks at you, wracking through his mind for that one particular word but soon gives up, “today!” he smiles proudly.

you chuckle and give him a pat on the head, “you did great,” he beams at you and sticks his tongue out to his friends as if to say that he’s your favorite. now, the teenagers don't get dragged to satoru’s pace that much but this does take the cake.

going inside, you are bombarded with different filipino traditional clothes. ranging from baro’t saya to filipinianas, from traditional to modern ones.

“woah, there’s so many!” yuji exclaims breathlessly, his hand holding his phone that’s recording. he turns the camera, showing the different types of clothing.

for visualization;

nobara squeals from excitement, you approach her and see that she’s eyeing a big puffy dress that’s on display, or as the locals would be familiar as the dress usually used in sagala.

“you’ll look beautiful in it, mis- nobara” you smile at her while she circles around the mannequin, “you think so? can i try this?” she looks at you with hopeful eyes, you stare at her for a while, in awe of her beauty before nodding. “i’ll go ask the saleslady,” nobara gives you a small bow of gratitude.

megumi comes out of the fitting room and yuji quickly pans the camera towards him, “that suits you! you look so good, fushiguro” the pink-haired shows a thumbs up within camera range.

once the group’s all dressed in filipino traditional clothing, they did a mini-runway show for you. “ang popogi at ang gaganda naman!” (so handsome and beautiful!) you hear the owner exclaim and slip a small giggle. you can’t help but hold your chin up high, weirdly proud to be their tour guide.

murmurs and admiration can be heard distinctly, they gathered a little audience just from trying clothes on. though, megumi and satoru garner most of the people’s attention.

satoru straightens up and holds up a hand, “i have an idea,” his eyes glistening in enthusiasm.

“oh no, his ideas are never good,” megumi mutters to yuta, who in return pats him in the back, “i’m sure, it’s nothing bad this time.” you patiently wait for the blue-eyed man to voice out his thoughts, “let’s wear this for the rest of the day!”

you inhale sharply, glancing outside and then looking at them one by one, “i don’t know about that,” your tone skeptical with the idea. “where’s satoru?!” your eyes frantically trying to find the tall man.

“huh? you saying something?” satoru answers from the counter already handing the rent money. you facepalm and hold your hands up in defeat, “alright, everything’s fine.”you assure the group, well more like yourself.

you can’t believe that you really put this day in satoru’s hands, you should have known better. you sigh looking at them but you gotta admit, a few small laughs did come past your lips seeing them fan themselves. good thing you didn't get talked into wearing one yourself.

satoru stands on the sidewalk with his hands resting on his hips, “who would’ve thought it’ll be the hottest day today?” he utters out with a smile on his face. maki’s eyes twitches, “the clothes literally covered most of our skins, dumbass!”

toge shrugs, “it’s really not that hot actually,” yuta scoffs and points to his off-white hair. “lucky bastard, you don’t have dark hair, that’s why!” the raven-haired snatches the fan from him and turns it to its highest option.

yuji takes a bite of his milo-flavored ice candy and looks at toge, “i agree with you though, it’s not even that hot.” toge nods, “they’re just overacting,” maki glares at the boy and holds him in a headlock, “say that again.”

meanwhile, you stand a little far away from them, standing still watching the scene unfold. surprisingly, with the little time you've spent with them you quickly got used to their antics.

“ba’t sila nakaganyan? sobrang init ngayon ha..” (why are they wearing those? it’s so hot today..) the passer-by mumbles in concern.

you wave at them, telling them it’s nothing to be worried about. “everything’s fine, everyone’s normal” you say to yourself, smiling politely to people doing double-takes.

in order to channel their inner filipino, satoru suggested that they try filipino cuisine, they might as well since they rented the clothes for the rest of the day. you lead them to the closest filipino-based restaurant.

after some convincing, they let you surprise them with the dishes, putting their full trust on you. you help yuji with propelling the camera so it’s angled to have the whole group in frame,

“this is gonna be fun and interesting,” you mutter, yuji turns to look at you, “why?” you ruffle his hair “you’ll see,” you sit down at the seat he held out for you, “thank you.” the boy leans on his elbows which you quickly swat away, “sorry,” he chuckles.

minutes pass by, the food arrives and is being set down on the table one by one. “oh that’s a lot,” maki says while eyeing the dishes, “don’t worry, we’ll all share,” you assure her. once all the foods are laid out, you wait for them as they thank for the food in chorus.

for visuals;

it seems like they all have the same thoughts as they reach out for the meat marinated in soy sauce containing vinegar and garlic or also known as adobo. you chuckle and glance at yuji’s camera, “seems like we have a favorite.”

you look at each of their reactions as they munch on their portion, their eyes lighting up in delight. “i love this, what is it called?” nobara’s eyes finding yours.

“adobo, i’m glad you loved it,” you offer more of the dish for her, a little bit worried that she might not enjoy the trip considering the food here easily upsets her stomach.

while holding the plate for nobara, maki looks at you, silently asking for permission to also dig in which you nod at her, encouraging her to get more.

toge looks at you with eagerness, he points at the yellow stew, “you like kare-kare?” you ask him while he nods in interest.

remembering the ingredients, you look around the table in slight panic, “no one’s allergic to peanuts here, right?” which they shake their head to.

you sigh in relief but soon interrupted by yuji shyly tapping your shoulder, “what is this called?” his words slow and unsure, you follow where he’s pointing and tilt your head to the side, “wanna try balut next?”

he nods at you with a smile, “are you sure? because not all foreigners like those,” you tell him while reaching out to prep it for him, “i can eat anything,” his mouth watering as you give him the balut with a fork.. just in case.

yuji shows the food to the camera before devouring it, megumi who’s sitting beside you scrunches up in disgust seeing the duckling that yuji puts in his mouth.

maki covers her mouth and quickly looks away, the mental image of yuji munching replaying in her head.

you giggle at the different reaction they give and wait for yuji’s opinion, he looks at his camera with two thumbs up before turning to you while nodding.

“oh you liked it?” you eyebrows up in surprise, “can i… have more?” he asks while wiping the excess soup from the balut. you gladly assist him, giving him more baluts.

satoru can’t help but scrunch his nose from the smell, “y/n, what is this?” pointing at the dish in front of him, “that’s sisig! be careful with it, it can be spicy for some,” you motion for them to dig in but they all look at you with hesitant eyes.

you blink back at them, “..that’s actually my favorite, it’s not as bad as it smells i promise” but they just stare back at you, you were about to tell them how hurt you are when yuji reaches out to take a bite, humming in delight.

“i don’t trust the black hole, he eats everything” nobara is quick to comment. you laugh at her comment and clasp your hands together, pleading for them to at least take a bite, swatting yuji’s hand away before he could finish it.

you look at yuji’s camera with a smug smile, “look at them dig in,” you say in a commentary voice, laughing as maki smacks yuta’s hand away from the dish. to say the least, they love adobo, kare-kare, and sisig.

for visuals;

“is it dessert time?” satoru’s eyes twinkles in delight, “yes, i’m sure you’ll enjoy all of them.” the waiter sets down halo-halo on the table, the proportion covers half of the group only. “i ordered half because the next dessert is pretty heavy on the stomach,” you explain to them.

you smile at the way they instantly share with the person beside them. they are even doing the newlywed tradition, eating from each other’s spoon with their arms crossed. satoru, however, solos one cup of halo-halo, already half-way done with his.

“this is so good,” you chuckle and nod at him, “isn’t it too sweet for your liking?” yuta looks at you after you drop the question, “no food is ever sweet for him,” he pipes in, you raise a brow seeing satoru try to sneak a bite from toge and yuta’s cup.

“see?” yuta adds while slapping satoru’s hand away, “don’t worry, we have more sweets coming,” satoru’s head snaps in your direction, “really?” which you nod your head to.

“he’s gonna be on a sugar rush any moment now huh?” toge mutters while biting on his spoon staring at the older’s direction.

after clearing the table, satoru’s all giddy on his seat, the highly anticipated sweets are the only thing swirling in his mind. “these are called kakanins, almost all of them are made out of sticky rice and coconut milk.”

the group nods along with the information given to them, they try each of the kakanins, satisfied with the tastes. “can we get a lot of these?” satoru looks at you with wide eyes, you can see the slight shakiness in them.

“i-” you’re cut off by megumi, helping you out. “we’ll get some whenever you like but let’s set that aside first okay?” his tone is like talking to a child, the tall man pouts but agrees with the teenager regardless.

you look around the table, no one seems to be bothered by this, if anything they seem to be used to it.

you cover your mouth, laughing a little, not wanting to come out rude. “you okay?” you turn to yuji and nod, “it’s just, all of you are interesting and never fail to surprise me.”

let’s just say that your last statement lives up to its expectation, they indeed never fail to surprise you as days pass by.

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GOT TO BELIEVE // FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

warning: mention of death, megumi’s a bit mean here ~3~

beta readers; @/lumpiang-toge @kirakirasaku *kith kith + huggies*

event; piliin mo ang pilipinas by @lumpiang-toge

amihan’s note: this is based on got to believe which was a drama television series back in 2013. i used to wait for this to get on air… damn i missed cute cliche teleseries on television. anyways, i picked some famous scenes in g2b and put a lil' twist in it. i think megumi really fits joaquin's image, dunno if it's just me. thank you for the kissing scene idea mahal <33 n e ways, hope you’ll enjoy this, happy reading!

joaquin!megumi x chichay!reader (she/her)

-the first meeting

you run behind satoru after seeing him pass by, “mister gojo!” you call out as you try to catch up with him.

“excuse me” you push past the people beginning to lose sight of him. a certain boy in a hoodie happen to be in the way which cause you to unintentionally shove him harder than intended.

“ahhh!” you hold the piece of wood that's about to fall on top of him.

a bodyguard helps you with the wood, the boy have his arm on top of his head successfully protecting himself.

once deemed safe, you begin turning your back at him, about to leave the scene. the boy stands up and points at you.

“hoy!” you turn around and look at him, “what?” you ask in slight irritation, satoru's nowhere to be found.

“that’s all you’re gonna say?! you could’ve killed me!” he shoutz at you, agitated.

side note; a little background, joaquin has a bullet in his head that’s why he’s extra careful with hitting his head. thus, if the wood would have fallen on top of him it may have resulted in his death. also po and opo are used for older/someone with authority to show respect.

you frown, “you? dying? because of that?!” you scoff. you then wave your hand dismissing everything.

“fine,” you mutter before bowing like a princess, “sorry po~!” you drag out, trying to sound as apologetic as possible.

you turn on your heel running to find satoru again, not giving him a chance to reply. “are you okay sir?” the bodyguard checked on him, looking for any injuries.

the boy glares towards your direction, he clicks his tongue and tug his hood back on.

-when you just got hired as megumi’s nanny

the first time you set foot in gojo hacienda which surprisingly located in the countryside, clearly the opposite from what you expected since satoru is a well-known man in the country.

the mansion is breezy and peaceful as you walk alongside him, trying to familiarize the place. what surprises you the most is the fact that satoru have no other maid or helper around the house. it’s just him and what you assumed was his ‘little’ son whom you have yet to meet.

“excuse me for a second, you can continue looking around if you want to,” he quickly excuses himself, answering his phone.

you nod at him politely, doing as told. “psst” someone tries getting your attention which they successfully did.

you see a blur of black from behind the trees, “wait is that the little kid?” you muttered to yourself. you slowly approach where the sound came from, wanting to at least get a glimpse of them.

before you can even step outside, your vision turns upside down. “AHHHH!” you scream holding your skirt, “put me do-” your words' cut off by loud barks from behind you.

your eyes widen at this. soon, you come face to face with a dog, soft white fluffy fur tickling your face.

the other dog behind you is still barking, biting your skirt and tugs on it. “no no, bad dog!” you panic, trying to break free from what’s hoisting you up and from the dog’s grip.

megumi snickers, making sure to keep his location concealed behind one of the many trees surrounding the mansion.

he tugs on the rope making you struggle more as you move up and down. “stop it!! let me down!” you exclaim, tears starting to well up in the corner of your eyes.

“what’s happening?” satoru, finally done with his damn phone call, saw the confusing scenery.

you fall with a thump after megumi lets go of the rope, he immediately walks out of the scene being careful not to be seen by satoru.

satoru rushes to you, “oh god, are you okay?” you groan rubbing the back of your head, ‘does it look like i’m okay?’ you grumpily thought.

you put on a sweet smile waving a hand, “i’m all good sir, see~ not a scratch in my body.” satoru looks at you for a moment before he gave you a hand.

“you can rest first if you’re not feeling well.” however, you want to give a good impression, you quickly shake your head, which you soon come to regret because it made you feel a little dizzy.

you take his hand and use it as a leverage, you wobble a bit, satoru’s hand automatically wrapping around you.

“i’m fine, mister gojo. i promise,” you straighten up and sooth the crease on your skirt. “really?” he ask, skeptical with your statement, “hundred percent sure!” you enthusiastically replied.

-megumi ordering you to clean his closet

you knock on his bedroom door and open it a little bit, enough to peek through it. “sir..?” you frown at the mess in his room, his clothes is scattered everywhere.

every inch of his room covering with what seems to be every clothes he have in his closet.

“you called for me?” megumi audibly groans in displeasure, “finally.” he turns around and roll his eyes at you.

he points at the clothes on the floor, “clean.” he face back to his computer after demanding the order.

minutes passes by, his clothes are all folded and tidied together. you gather the last stack of them and carefully place it inside his closet.

you sigh in relief, “there you go,” you mutter to yourself. you look back at the boy, who now has his headphones on, and slowly approach him. you lightly tap his shoulder, he glance at you and raise a brow.

he remove one side of his headphones, “what?” you politely gesture at the neatly folded clothes, “all done sir, do you need me to do anything else?” you ask, smiling at him, cheerful like always.

he remove his headphones letting it rest around his neck, you follow every of his movements waiting for further instruction.

he approaches the closet, your cheerful expression faltering as he reached out at one pile of clothes and carelessly throw it on the floor one by one.

your jaw drop at his childish actions, once he's done emptying his closet. he put his headphones back on and mumble his one command, “again.”

you force a smile and utter through gritted teeth, “yes, sir.” you glare at the back of his head sitting down on the floor, now back to zero.

for the past months that you've officially become his personal nanny, the two of you have this little petty fight going on that seems to never end.

both of you not backing down even for a bit, it can be childish and too much but this is what brought the two of you closer without knowing.

-shirtless megumi

you rush towards megumi’s room after seeing his endless texts on your phone, you fell asleep without knowing.

what didn't help is the fact that you forgot you have your phone on mute effectively ignoring your boss’ calls.

due to the fuzziness of suddenly waking up, you enter his room without knocking on prior nor making your presence known.

it seems like heaven and earth hates you because the moment you open the door, another one did.

your eyes widens looking at megumi who just got out of the shower, to add cherry on top the male in question only has a towel hanging low on his hips like it was holding on its dear life.

you gulp, eyes traveling to every part of his body. his body that still have beads of water dripping down his toned body.

the way his skin stretched when he reached out for another towel, and those beautiful faint stretch marks across his shoulders.

to top it all off, his hair that's usually unruly and sticking all over the place is now damp and sitting on top of his forehead makes him more alluring than usual.

megumi ruffles his hair with another towel, humming songs in his head without knowing you’re there, who’s basically staring at this point.

he turns around and his eyes widened in shock, now aware of how you’re standing there on his doorway as you gawk over him.

he masks his reaction in a snap of a finger, all of a sudden cocky. “wanna take a picture so you can drool longer?” he smirk, his statement makes you snap out of your trance.

you stutter out incoherent words, actually flustered with what just happened. “i mean.. i don’t mind you staring longer but the water will dry soon,” he shrugs.

“maybe you like it wet rather than dry,” his smirk grows wider. you take a deep breath and shut the door with a loud thud not before sending a glare his way. megumi holds his stomach laughing hysterically at your comical reaction.

-first kiss

after cleaning and gathering clothes that needs to be wash in megumi's room, you turned around about to announce your departure, in case he needs you for anything.

instead you see him laying down on his bed, eyes closed shut tucked under his comforter comfortably. the grip you have around the basket softens at the sight, you carefully place it down beside his bed.

slowly and quietly, you take a seat beside his bed enchanted by his beauty. you mentally memorize the way he have a peaceful and relaxed expression, it suits him better than the usual scowl and stoic that seems to be permanently sketched to his face.

your awestruck shatters once you recall the pranks he pulled on you, the memory makes you grimace. you glare down at the sleeping figure.

you stand up, taking out your phone and quickly open your camera. surely, this will make a great blackmail whenever you're too tired of keeping up with his immature acts.

you grin like a madman as your finger slide across the screen focusing on his pretty face, your finger hover over the shutter button.

you're about to click the said button when your other boss decides to barge in loudly like the loud person he is, mind you he did all of that without knocking.

what have resulted because of this, you may ask? well, just like those cliché movies you watched, you fall forward. your lips lands on top of your nemesis.

satoru being satoru let out a loud whistle, "woah there love birds, sorry for interrupting," his hand resting on the doorknob.

megumi's eyes flutters open with all the ruckus satoru caused and partly because of the softness he felt on his lips too.

you immediately jump back and cover your mouth in shock with widened eyes.

he sits up on his bed and points at you, "what are you doing?!" he asks, flabbergasted.

satoru lowly whistles, his gaze going back and forth between you two, his lips forming into a playful smile. "y-you pervert!" he added, eyes still wide open mirrored with yours.

your jaw drop at his words, "excuse me?!" you point to yourself, "me? a pervert?" your voice lace with disbelief.

you scoff, "i am anything but a pervert!" megumi glares at you, not believing a word you're saying, you glare back at him.

satoru's airy laugh ends the staring contest you’re having, two sets of eyes on him now. "yeah, come on 'gumi" satoru says in a sing-song tone, megumi groans at the nickname.

satoru continues as he gestures to you, "she's your girlfriend. why would you even call your girlfriend that?"

megumi fakes a gag from satoru's words, you turn and glare at him. ‘if someone's gonna be disgusted here, it should be me, you spoiled brat' you thought to yourself.

"c'mon," satoru makes his way towards you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "she's the only one who stayed even with your.." he taps his chin thinking of the word.

he snaps his fingers and points finger gun at him. his lips forming a charming smile, "your rebellious stage." megumi rolls his eyes at him, "shut up," he mutter under his breath.

"you never fail to scare all your potential lovers away, let's at least keep little y/n-chan." he coos, his hand now resting on the top of your head.

he ruffles your hair, "i like her, she keeps you grounded." he looked between the two of you and gives a thumbs up as he exits the room. the two of you fall into a glaring contest once again.

both of you jump in your spot, interrupted by satoru again. he peeks from megumi's door frame, "forgot to tell you, there will be a ball hosted by the higher-ups. our appearance is apparently needed" he reminds megumi before disappearing.

megumi groans in his hand. you bend down to pick up the forgotten basket, "y/n-chan you're also coming!" satoru quickly adds and for real took his leave.

"what?!" both of you shouts in chorus but the man in question had already fled the scene.

-bonus scene;

“you’re so lame” megumi’s head snaps towards your direction, he raised a brow, “pardon?”

you shove your hands inside your uniform pockets. “you heard me,” you huff, not taking any of his childish stunts today, “who the hell calls their dogs, ‘divine dogs’” you air quote the name.

megumi clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes in the process, “you’re lame, those were a cool name to call them,” he mutters as he grumpily type away on his keyboard.

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TINATANGI // SUGAWARA KOUSHI

translation of the title: special someone

translations: tita (auntie), tito (uncle) - usually used for calling parent's friend, lolo - grandfather, iho - what elders usually call boys/men

song inspiration: kathang isip by ben&ben

event; piliin mo ang pilipinas by @lumpiang-toge

amihan's note: thank you for beta reading mga bebilabs @/lumpiang-toge @okakamaki @kirakirasaku 😚😚 ahh the ending reminds me of a filo advertisement, a jollibee ad to be exact. might have spelling/grammar mistakes will fix it soon, happy reading!

synopsis: sugawara koushi has been your long-time boyfriend since you can remember, he already met your mother and grandfather! even got both their blessings. all that's left is for him to get down on one knee and for you to seal the deal.

bf!sugawara x fem!reader

"sugawara koushi, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest smiles at the groom, encouraging him to say those two words.

koushi turns to his side and glances at his bride whose gaze was fixated towards the priest, he turns back and opens his mouth about to utter the words, "i-" he was pulled out of his dream by his long-time friend, "daichi?! what the hell" he whined, rubbing his face with his hand frustrated having his pleasant dream interrupted.

"hey, i'm not the one who you should be angry at" daichi complained, koushi let out a sigh and looked up seeing his group of friends looking at him a little taken back. he let out a sheepish smile, his usual calm demeanor slowly falling apart "morning" he muttered, the group blinks back at him grunting greeting in return.

"were you... were you just having a dream about a wedding?" shoyo pointed out causing for ryunosuke to tense seeing koushi's eye twitch, he smacks shoyo's back harshly "now now, let's not talk about that" he quickly pulled shoyo out of the room scolding him in the process.

you walked inside koushi's room expecting for koushi to be awake now considering you sent the whole group to do so, "you're awake!" you cheered making your way towards him, as soon as koushi saw you it was like the room was filled with flowers.

"seriously where were you when we needed you the most?" daichi mutters, taking his leave with the group to give the couple some privacy, koushi looks back at him sticking his tongue out childishly. once the two of you were alone, he smiled giving you a peck in the cheek "way to start a good morning" you giggle snuggling to his side,

"mom missed you, wanna go home with me later?" you mumble to his chest, his hand comfortably resting at your back, "i'm starting to think that tita favors me more than her only daughter" he teased poking your side. you laughed a little humming, actually agreeing with the statement.

it always has been like this with koushi, one way to describe the relationship would be comfortable. how you two started was such a blur for the both of you, it all happened way too fast. you still remember how you did not invest in this relationship before, how your friend's advice made sense back then. how you believe that you two will eventually break it off.

'Sumabay sa agos na isinulat ng tadhana'

translation: 'go with destiny's flow of writing'

the day where your friend gave you advice from experience saying that, "relationships that progress fast usually ends as fast as it started" it was not only you who had this thought in mind, koushi was also having second thoughts back then.

but what you felt as your relationship grew stronger, it was different… different with him, the two of you thinking that maybe the relationship both of you had is far different from theirs. that maybe... just maybe that does not happen all the time and you two will be the living proof of that.

as koushi always reminded himself, the relationship was still building for five whole years, getting stronger as days passed by. or so he thought...

"tita! we're home" koushi made his presence known as he slipped on his slippers by the door, "good to have you here, 'nak" she shouted from the kitchen, "ah, iho is here?" a gruff voice from one of the rooms said, koushi's shoulders tensed a little.

"tito!" you cheerily greeted running towards them, "n/n i told you to get over that old habit of yours, i'm old now. i'm your lolo not tito" koushi trailed behind you gulping hard, he didn't know your grandfather would be taking his visit. you just giggled, "it's mom's fault for not correcting me at an early age" you take his hand and display the filipino culture of pagmamano, koushi soon followed smiling at him slightly.

you dashed your way towards your mother helping her in the kitchen, his eyes following your movement. he felt a heavy hand patting his back "what are you so tense for, iho?" he let out an airy laugh, koushi stuttered with his words mentally slapping himself. he cleared his throat looking him in the eyes, "nothing tito, still nervous around you i guess" his hand rubbing the back of his head, your grandfather shakes his head remembering the first time you introduced him.

"t-tito, this is sugawara koushi" you gestured to koushi who's slightly sweating. that day was also hard for you considering your grandfather can be harsh sometimes. plus, he had never given any of your suitors or past boyfriends a chance.

the result was a surprise though, koushi managed to get on his good side. the only one who got his genuine blessing of acknowledgement as your boyfriend. which koushi takes pride in, that's right he's the only one who can do that. your favorite grandfather who you always look up to, gave his blessings to him.

"so when are you proposing?" your grandfather who has his arm around koushi's shoulder snapped him out of his trance, now moving his gaze towards your direction. "i-i haven't t-thought about that yet" he mumbles quickly averting his gaze. "ehhh, better move fast iho. i wanna see my grandchildren before i die" koushi became flustered a little, panicking a little.

first, he just had a dream of you two getting married and now he's here imaging you in a kitchen with kids running around. he shakes his head trying to think anything other than the two, "come on now tito, don't scare him" your mother came to his side as he took her hand,

"sorry about him 'nak, it was an unexpected visit" koushi shakes his head "no, it's okay tita" he smiled at her, your mother laughs pinching his cheeks "ahh, i would also love to see you as our little y/n's husband" you grumble making your way towards them, "don't pressure him now" koushi looked at you, 'yeah i would love that too' he thought smiling wider.

'Gaano kabilis nagsimula'

translation: 'how quickly it started'

"i do" he heard you say, he never thought hearing you say those two words would be anything but feeling happiness surge through his inside. yet, here you are back facing him "w-what?" his voice inaudible, not believing what’s happening right now

'Gano'n katulin nawala'

translation: 'was how it quickly ended'

"i'm sorry" you tried voicing it out as loud as you can. you began walking the opposite side of him, his hand reaching out for you as you slowly fade away from his vision. 'no no no no' he chanted in his head, this was not supposed to happen.

'Bawat kilig na nadarama sa tuwing hawak ang iyong kamay

Ito'y maling akala, isang malaking sablay'

translation: 'every thrill i felt whilst holding your hand

this was all a misguided thought, a big mistake'

you were not supposed to leave him, you two were supposed to be endgame, you two were meant together, you were different. the thing you two have is different, you were supposed to be his last, supposed to be his wife... he clenched his fist, gritting his teeth. this has to be a nightmare, you would never leave him, his nails digging into his palm, the two of you were all set, all he had to do was say those words. but how did it end up like this? why? what happened?

'Maaari ba tayong bumalik sa umpisa?

Upang 'di na umasa ang pusong nag-iisa'

translation: 'can we begin again?

for this hopeful lone heart'

it was going good, better even. you two were so comfortable, settled, maybe that was where he's wrong... maybe he has a far different view of your relationship with him. maybe he was envisioning too much, looking forward too much, and maybe he was feeding himself lies that he always chose to believe.

'At sa aking bawat paghinga

Ikaw ang nasa isip ko, sinta'

translation: 'with every breath

you're in my mind, my love'

the sudden change of melody from the organ snapped koushi out of his thoughts, he looked at the end of the aisle, seeing you look beautiful in your white wedding gown. the white veil concealing your appearance as you walk down the aisle holding the bouquet with two hands, he smiled softly.

he was glad you gave him a second chance, he never thought it would end up like this. how he will witness this special moment with his own two eyes, his imagination failing to capture your very beauty as you look back at his direction.

someone cleared their throat, koushi slightly jumping in surprise. he looked at the person, his stomach dropping at the sight... that's right, you indeed gave him a second chance, however, it would never be the same. you were not looking at him lovingly; you were looking at your groom lovingly. your groom who's standing in front of him, koushi let out a breath, his heart hurting by his own thoughts.

'Na minsan s'ya'y para sa iyo pero minsan, s'ya'y paasa'

translation: 'that someone's for you but sometimes, that someone gave false hope'

"relax man" he encouraged the groom, patting his back gently "you're lucky to have her" he reminded which the groom smiled at nodding, "yeah" he looked at him, mumbling a quick gratitude. 'so lucky to have her' he thought, here he is standing by your groom's side. a best man at your wedding, this was not how he imagined seeing you in a white dress... but if it means seeing you this happy and smiling brightly, it's all good for him.

you let him come back to your life, let him attend your wedding, there is nothing more he can complain about. all he could do was hold back his feelings and stop this delusional imagination of his. he should move on; let you be happy in your new life, leave you be, set you free.

his smile pained seeing the groom take you from your grandfather, exchanging quick greetings. yet, he can't. he's so angry with himself, why can't he bring himself to do so. he bit his lower lip, feeling his heart would crush with how tight it's feeling at the sight of you two exchanging vows. his whole frame trembling, he took a deep breath trying to get himself together. but he will try, just for you.

'Ako'y gigising na sa panaginip kong ito'

translation: 'i will wake up from this dream'

all he wanted was for you to be happy, even if it means he will have to let you go, let you have your happiness even if it’s not with him. he looked back at the two of you, a small smile on his face. if you're happy with him, he will be too. that was his final thought as the two of you shared a kiss, sealing the marriage, the crowd erupting in joyous cheer.

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