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pretty-setter-bois · 4 years

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elephant in the room

request; none! this idea popped into my head n i thought it was funny. also, this takes place during episode 4 ღ

summary; sexual tension between you and our resident ‘innocent boy’. but daisuke’s there too.

word count; 2611™

warnings; suggestive themes (no nsfw!), daisuke bby cuts his finger while cutting potatoes, maybe haru not being as innocent as we deem him to be ☛☚

prequel

DAISUKE’S PHONE RINGS as he walks along the roads on the private property he owned, eyebrows knitting and lips pursing as he looked at the contact calling him, answering nonetheless. “what?”

“you got some time right now?” haru asks.

wasn’t it his day off?

“yeah.” he leans forward in anticipation. “hurry up and get to the point.”

“sorry, to do this while you’re off duty, but could you help me with something? well, it’s not like absolutely need your help, but...” haru rambles.

“i don’t mind coming over, however...” daisuke looks at the road ahead of him, knowing the journey was long. “why didn’t you ask (L/N)-san? she lives much closer than i do, and-” a small, repetitive beep continued for a few seconds, cutting him off.

haru had hung up.

DAISUKE HAD SPOTTED haru on the bench, beginning to fall asleep. “hey. what do you need?”

“hey. sorry about this.” he jolts awake.

“hurry up and get to the point.” he replies, arrogant. “is something wrong with that child?”

the kid runs towards them, pointing towards daisuke. “is this the man?”

“yeah.” haru confirms with a nod.

“mister! please, can you find shiro for me?” he begs.

“what’s going on?” he turns to haru.

“shiro has gone missing!’ the boy exclaims.

“well, basically, a puppy named shiro has gone missing.” haru explains. “can you use your AI butler to find him?”

that was how daisuke got roped into this mess, following a wild goose chase in the shape of a white dog, without HEUSC.

he fools the kid into running off to find his dog, the smug smile playing on his face disappearing as haru drags him after the kid.

they meet an old woman on her yard, finding out that the dog the boy thought was shiro, was actually a cat.

they leave the yard defeated, taking tsuyoshi (the boy) to the police station to find out where he lived, and take him home.

THE DETECTIVE DUO were in the grocery store, daisuke pushing the cart as haru gathered the ingredients they needed for dinner. daisuke dangerously eyes the natto haru placed in the shopping cart, not wanting it near him at any cost.

you, on the other hand, completely oblivious to them, were happily shopping among the tiny store. you placed all your items in your basket, unknowingly standing behind them in line.

you had to admit, the crisp-ironed white dress shirt and dark, navy blue vest looked completely familiar. “kambe-san?”

“(L/N)-san,” he turns around casually, revealing haru behind him.

“what are you doing here?” your voice quiets down a little, shocked at the sight of the man behind him as you addressed daisuke.

“shopping. i wish you a pleasant experience while shopping in this... grocery store.” his nose crinkles while he tries to remember the name of the building he was in.

“yeah, you too...” your voice wavers, and you want nothing more but to return to your timid ways.

“you should have dinner with us. it would be nice to partake in an activity together outside of the office. this is what you would call a hangout, am i correct?”

“yeah.” you giggle at his formality and absence of knowledge for casual words, not yet noticing haru’s strong stare towards you.

“WHEN I SAID ‘yeah’, i was agreeing to your question about hangouts.” you jog on the side walk, trying to keep up with the tall men in front of you (though you would soon find out that daisuke was a lot closer to your height than you’d originally thought).

“i apologize, would you like to go home?” he asks as formally as he does bluntly.

“she’s already here, so she might as well eat with us, right?” haru says, and it’s the first sentence he’s spoken that was addressed to you.

his voice is so much softer, so much higher compared to the octaves it dropped to last time-

you squeeze your eyes shut, taking a deep breath and opening them as you try your hardest to focus on whatever the pavement was made out of and nothing but.

he was thanking whatever higher power above him that he was walking in front, as every single on of the features on his face was a telltale sign that he was on the verge of breakdown.

daisuke stops in front of the building, admiring it (or so you thought). you stop behind him, as the pathway to the stairwell was blocked, and you were more interested in what he had to say than being in haru’s line of sight.

“what are you doing?” haru turns towards him.

“this is where you live?” he asks.

“got a problem with that?” haru exclaims.

“no.” daisuke blinks, before the three of you set foot inside haru’s humble abode.

“it’s a bit cluttered, but don’t worry about it.” he motions.

“so you really do live here?” daisuke asks again, and you think about getting involved before haru kicks him out and it becomes just the two of you.

“stop pestering!” he becomes agitated, but leads you both to the kitchen. “i have to cook some rice first... alright, can you chop up the carrots and potatoes over there?”

haru hands his fellow detective a potato, as daisuke stares at it intently. you decide to intervene, feeling bad that you’d ended up in his house without him being able to make a decision. “i’ll help!”

haru nods, taking things out of his shopping bag as you focus on his eyes. they had returned to their usual, golden yellow, and his pupils were normal again.

they had darkened to a gorgeous light brown hue a few nights prior, his pupils largely dilating to a radius you’d never seen on eyes before-

you move to one of his drawers, the one he kept knives (and corkscrews, which you’d learned earlier) in to help daisuke with cutting vegetables.

daisuke noticed that you’d known exactly where it was without guidance, but brushed it off and focused on the task at hand.

once you’d found one, you stand next to him and begin to cut potatoes effortlessly, humming a small tune you’d heard somewhere on the bus.

daisuke looks over, trying to copy your actions, failing with difficulty. how did you make it look so easy?

“need help?” you ask with a smile, to which he nods, primarily focusing on the potatoes.

“like this...” you unknowingly stick your tongue out in concentration, sturdying his left hand around the vegetable and guiding his right hand with your own, all while standing beside him.

haru couldn’t keep his eyes off of the both of you, mentally cursing daisuke for using the opportunity to get closer to you. why was he jealous?

“ah!” he yells, being too distracted to notice the hot steam that tickled — and almost burned — his hand.

“are you alright?” you ask, peaking your head through the door.

you’d gotten comfortable with the situation, knowing that you’d be here for a while. might as well suck it up and act like an adult, right?

“yeah...” he breathes, ears twitching at your voice.

it was just as harmonious as it was when he’d heard it then, had you always sounded like an angel? you didn’t even have to speak words, incoherent noises being more than enough proof-

he tries to shake the thoughts out of his head, counting the grains of rice to distract him from being distracted. he was doomed.

you, completely unaware of his thoughts, decided that daisuke had had enough practice cutting and could do it on his own. not even a minute later, he speaks up.

“the first aid box.”

you look up, confused.

“i injured myself. bring me the first aid box.” he repeats.

“huh? like i’d have something like that. just lick it, it’ll heal.” haru shrugs.

you inspect daisuke’s finger, noticing that the cut was larger than an average cut you’d get from cutting vegetables.

you nimbly make your way to the shelf, opening it and reaching for the band-aids. damn it. even on your tippy-toes you weren’t tall enough to reach it.

you feel a presence behind you, one you recognize. you recognize it because it’s the only one capable of making your heart race, the speed of your mind competing against your heart with thoughts-

“(L/N)-san?” daisuke asked, eager for your return as he would not be able to cut the rest of the potato.

“yes?” you squeaked, glad he couldn’t see you trapped in between the sink and haru.

“where are you?” he continues with his question.

“i’m getting band-aids, give me a second.” you manage to speak.

so you knew where the band-aids were, too. he thinks.

at the mention of band-aids, haru gets them from above you and places them in front of you. you let out a small ‘thank you’, and get back to daisuke.

realizing that you had to get back to the kitchen to return them, and you couldn’t bare another awkward interaction, you place them on the table and continue with your work.

“THIS IS ALL you have?” daisuke asks, stepping out of the shower in haru’s clothes.

you couldn’t help but marvel at his appearance, how does his hair feel like? is it as fluffy as it seems? he looked absolutely adorable.

“you know, you’ve been complaining this whole time.” haru points out, and daisuke crosses his arms on his chest behind him.

you were also glad that daisuke took short showers, as being alone with haru made the elephant in the room grow bigger.

said man put your food on to plates, and the three of you carried your plates to a table, you being on either side of them.

“thank you for the food.” you nod, before beginning to eat.

you had to admit, this was much better than the packet-ramen you had originally planned to eat.

he looked at you while you were distracted, devouring something from hunger as he began to-

-eat his own food, shaking his head again. the three of you had finished your food, and you washed the plates and spoons as a token of gratitude for the meal.

you’d arrived at the table after finishing, only to be greeted by an awkward question from daisuke. “have you been here before?”

“what do you mean?” not quite comprehending it.

“haru’s apartment.” he tilts his head towards you. “have you been here before?”

your eyes widen, a shaking fist making it’s way towards your chest as you blushed red. “wh-why would you say that?”

“you know where everything is. the knives, the ban-aids, the sponge.” he bluntly deducts.

you looked at haru, who gulped and tried to avoid your stare. so this is how the night was going to go down?

“n-no, not at all!” you nervously chuckle. “all houses look the same in this area, so it was easy.”

“do all people put their belongings in the same places too?” daisuke asks. what he meant as a simple question became more evidence against your lie.

“um...” you shy away from the question.

“i got something you might like.” haru says, and like that, the conversation is dodged. for now.

dry-cured ham was thrown into the mix (and spit out by daisuke, to which you tried and failed to stifle a laugh).

haru gets up and goes to the kitchen, throwing in a bunch of ingredients to make something he referred to as a ‘kato family special’.

“a can of tuna, bean sprouts... pour some soy sauce with tons of wasabi in it... and lastly, some bonito flakes.” he explains as he cooks.

he serves it to daisuke, and you watch intently as the millionaire takes a bite. was he going to enjoy food that us commoners eat?

“are you going to have some, (L/N)-san?” he asks.

“ah, no thank you. i’ve had some befo-” you cut yourself off, realizing what you had just said.

“you’ve been here before.” he bluntly shrugs. “why hide it?”

you don’t respond, instead excusing yourself for water (and a change of dreaded atmosphere). after you return, you announce, “i think i should take my leave now... it’s getting late, and if i wait any later, i wont be able to leave.”

“your phone.” daisuke simply points out.

damn it. it had died earlier, and thankfully, you had a charger (so you wouldn’t have to ask haru for one). you’d come here walking, and since it was late, you didn’t want to leave without your phone at least at a decently charged number.

“i guess a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt...” you awkwardly chuckle.

“INSPECTOR ASANO, YOU are ordered on indefinite leave effective today.” the tv announces, the movie you’d been roped into watching coming close to an end.

haru and daisuke sat behind you, the only difference between you three is that you were the only one sober. you didn’t want another repeat of last time.

haru began rambling about justice, about how some people lived a life with everything given to them. daisuke, on the other hand, was on the verge of falling asleep.

his subconscious self made his way to wherever he ended up, saying that he wanted to sleep. you yourself had gotten up, knowing that you had to get going yourself.

as you were getting up, you felt something tug at your wrist. a drunk haru. “don’t leave. it’s late.”

“well, i kind of have too...” you nervously giggle while rubbing the back of your neck.

“why?”

“well, i can’t sleep here. there’s no where i can sleep.” you shrug; a lie.

“then sleep on the bed.”

“i’m pretty sure daisuke’s sleeping on the couch, and i’d hate to kick you off of your own bed-”

“i’ll sleep on the bed too.”

your face gets red, your arm gets limp in his and your brain can’t comprehend anything. “wh-what?”

“i said i’ll sleep on the bed too, why should it matter.” his words are slowly spoken. “i mean, we’ve done it before, right?”

haru was always bolder when drunk (proven by last time), and it only left you blushing and limp.

“b-but... daisuke’s outside, how-what is-”

he cuts her off, pulling her towards him as she falls forwards. their lips, the only thing on their minds, being a mere inch away, connect themselves as if having minds of their own.

what was meant to be an innocent kiss soon turned into a heated one, and then a make-out session, and then you staying over. you’d dreaded the repeat of last time to happen, but now that it had, you couldn’t be any more grateful.

extra;

YOU’D WOKEN UP early, lazily putting on whatever you’d discarded the night before. you dashed to the bathroom to at least try and wash up, before daisuke caught you and questioned you again.

you open the door quietly, almost letting out a shout of surprise. in the bathtub, daisuke was sleeping soundly yet in an uncomfortable position. you quickly scramble for your phone, thinking that he couldn’t get any more adorable than he was now.

you snap a quick photo, deciding that it was all the waking up that you needed, and made your way to haru’s room. you woke him up softly, watching as his eyelashes slowly blinked awake.

you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, before he mutters something incomprehensible and goes back to sleep. maybe one day, the elephant in the room would be addressed.

NOTES ☀♕❣⁂ღ

so um, this was a ride. i’m glad i finally have a haru imagine! our bby deserves some love! also, daisuke with his hair down, a whole BABY.

#haru x reader #haru kato x reader #kato x reader #haru kato imagine #balance unlimited imagines #balance unlimited #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #balance unlimited x reader

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musicprincess655 · 7 years

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Queen of His People, Ch. 17

Pairing: Ushiten

Rating: T

Tags: a/b/o, royalty au

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Satori stirred slowly, light falling across his face. He felt incredibly warm, surrounded by it. Then he became a little more alert and remembered.

Wakatoshi had spent the night. The alpha was still asleep, pressed against his back. His breath gusted softly against Satori’s neck.

Satori would have been content to spend the morning cuddling, basking in the weak winter sunlight, but that wasn’t how life worked for royalty. A knock on his door made Wakatoshi stir.

A page walked in, taking in the sight of the two of them tangled together. Might as well let the rumors start now. They weren’t entirely incorrect.

“Your mother has requested you, Ushijima-sama,” the page said, respectfully not looking at either of them. “She has matters to discuss.”

Wakatoshi made a defeated sound behind Satori.

“You mean she needs me for the rest of the day?” he asked, though it really wasn’t phrased like a question.

“I’ll tell her you’re preparing for the day and will see her shortly.”

The page turned and left before either of them could respond. Wakatoshi burrowed deeper into the pillows.

“You have to get up, don’t you?” Satori asked, squirming around so he could face Wakatoshi.

“Yes,” Wakatoshi sighed, lifting his head just enough to meet Satori’s eyes. “If she’s sending pages to look for me, she has a lot of work for me to deal with. I’ll be busy for the rest of the day.”

“I’ll find some way to amuse myself,” Satori grinned. He was looking forward to another day off.

“You might want to find Eita,” Wakatoshi suggested. “We’re still both banned from any kind of combat while we heal. He’s probably bored out of his mind by now.”

“I’ll do that.”

Satori wandered aimlessly, looking for Eita and Kenjirou. He didn’t actually know where the two of them lived, and as Kenjirou wasn’t in the library at every hour of the day and Eita had been released from the infirmary, he wasn’t entirely sure he knew where to find them. He ended up asking around until a servant took pity on him and led him to their rooms.

When he knocked, it was Eita who answered. He had much fewer bandages on his face now, just an eyepatch and some gauze on the wound that Satori could now see would run from just under his cheekbone over his eye to his hairline.

Kenjirou was sitting at a desk inside, reading something.

“Who is it?” he asked without looking up.

“Satori,” Eita called back. “Do you want to come in?”

Satori nodded.

“Wakatoshi is doing some work with the queen all day,” he told them. “He told me you were bored out of your mind.”

“That’s an understatement,” Kenjirou said. He still hadn’t looked up from his book, but Satori didn’t think he was reading it anymore.

“I just don’t like having to sit still,” Eita complained. “I didn’t even injure my arm like Ushijima-sama. It’s not like I’m going to make my face worse by walking around.”

“He’s been driving me crazy with his pacing,” Kenjirou told Satori. “Take him somewhere, please.”

“You missed me and you know it,” Eita teased.

“Only the gods know why.”

“Have you been down to the village at all?” Eita asked, turning back to Satori. Satori shook his head. “We should go down there. You’d like it. You want cookies, babe?” He turned around to address his husband again.

“Cinnamon, please.” Kenjirou was definitely ignoring his book by now.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Kenjirou didn’t answer. “Fine. I’ll go get you cookies. You enjoy your book.”

“I haven’t been able to read since the war started!” Kenjirou shot back.

“I know, babe.” Eita kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll go get your cookies. Read your book.”

“He doesn’t want to come with us?” Satori asked as they left through the gate. He was wearing a scarf around his head to hide his hair, just as an added precaution that Eita had insisted on.

“The village stresses him out,” Eita said. “Too many people and not enough space. Sometimes Taichi and I get him to come down with us anyway. It’s good for him to get out of his own head for a while. But this war stressed him out a lot, and he still hasn’t really gotten back to normal. He needs some time to adjust to the idea that everyone’s safe again.”

“He was worried about everyone?”

“He hides it well, but yes,” Eita sighed. “Personally, I think he would’ve been happy to be an academic and spend his life hiding in a library, and he just accidentally stumbled into being chief strategist. He’s brilliant at it, but it’s not easy for him. It’s different for me; I’ve been a soldier my whole life, and this is what I chose to do. He’s the one who makes plans that determine whether we win or lose, and since he’s not very good at fighting, he has to stay in the castle and give up any control over the situation. I think there’s a part of him that never got over the realization that he was holding lives in his hands during the last war.”

“Everyone came back safe,” Satori said.

“Yes, thank the gods,” Eita agreed. “We lost a few, but not nearly as many as we could have, and no one he knows personally. I think he hasn’t been able to relax because I actually got myself hurt this time.”

“But you’ll be fine, right?”

“Minus some scars, yes.”

They walked in silence for a while, Satori admiring the road. It had been cleared of snow, heaping mounds on either side. Seijoh never saw this much snow, and he was still getting used to the sight.

“That’s the bakery that makes the cookies Kenjirou likes,” Eita said, pointing. “We’ll get them on our way back so they’ll still be warm when we get to the castle.”

“It’s so peaceful,” Satori said. “Would someone really try to hurt me if they knew who I was?”

He hadn’t missed the dark shadow that passed over Eita’s eyes when he’d wrapped the scarf over Satori’s head and tucked his hair in.

“I don’t think it’s any secret at this point that the queen and I aren’t close friends,” Eita said. Satori nodded. Of everyone in the castle, Eita was the only one who expressed active dislike for her. “Part of the reason for that is because I grew up in this village.”

“The people here don’t like her?” Satori was surprised. The queen had been cold to him at first, but that was because he was supposed to be her successor and she was worried about him being ready in time. Right?

“Not really,” Eita told him. “There’s not a lot of love for the Ice Queen down here. She protects us, but she doesn’t lead us. Everyone’s worried about their farms and businesses and whether we’ll have enough food for the winter. This one’s supposed to be a bad one. It’s already colder than it normally it. People are scared.”

“And she’s not telling them anything?”

“She’s not telling anyone anything,” Eita said. “I don’t know if it’s because she’s trying not to scare everyone with bad prospects or what, but she’s making everything worse by keeping all the information to herself.”

“Why don’t you tell her this?” Satori asked. Surely she had to believe someone who was from the village and spent a lot of time there.

“I would have already if I thought she’d listen to me,” Eita replied. “We have a long history, and she’s not going to take any advice that comes from me.”

Satori was about to ask more questions when someone called out for Eita. He turned to see a man who had been hauling a load of wood waving at them.

“How are ya, Daisuke?” Eita asked, walking over to him.

“The family’s hangin’ on, as usual,” Daisuke replied, waving his hand dismissively. “Any news from that Ice Queen o’ yours?”

“Nothin’ she’ll tell me or Kenji, anyway,” Eita scoffed. Satori noticed how his voice had become rougher, his speech more like the man in front of him and less like the nobles in the palace.

“That mate o’ yours is one o’ the only ones she’ll listen to,” Daisuke complained. “Can’t he do anythin’ ‘bout her?”

“He’s doin’ his best,” Eita sighed, and Satori remembered how much Kenjirou had been hanging around the queen lately. “She’s bein’ stubborn.”

“I need to know if the citadel will survive the winter,” Daisuke said. “It’s too late to take the family south. The roads are too dangerous.”

“We’re doin’ what we can,” Eita assured him. Daisuke nodded and continued on his way, brow furrowed. “See what I mean?”

Satori was thrown by the shift back to proper speech.

“People are scared,” he said. “Does everyone feel like that?”

“Pretty much,” Eita nodded. “If she would just tell us what’s going on, we could prepare for it. Even if it’s bad. The merchants could start importing more food, they have ways of moving during the winter. Daisuke and his family are too poor to afford horses and sleds that can survive the snow.”

Satori felt an idea start forming in the back of his head, though it wasn’t formed enough to be a real plan yet.

They visited a few of Eita’s friends, and Satori heard the same thing over and over. Will we be able to survive the winter? Is there enough food? It’s already so cold, will there be enough fuel?

Under it all, Satori could hear an anger at the entire royal family. The queen said nothing, no one knew the status of the prince or the king after the war. There was even uneasiness about him. No one knew anything about the new queen, and it was unclear whether he would be exactly the same as the queen they had now or worse, or, some dared to hope, better.

He was turning his idea over in his head, shaping it, when they walked through the bakery. Eita bought Kenjirou’s cookies, and Satori was almost too lost in thought to thank him when Eita passed him one.

He was still thinking when they brought the cookies to Kenjirou, still thinking through the soft look that the other omega tried to hide, still thinking as he wandered back to his room.

The only thing that broke him out of it was the sight of Wakatoshi waiting for him in front of his door. The alpha looked absolutely exhausted after whatever he’d done with the queen all day.

“Did you have a good time with Eita?” he asked. Satori nodded. “What did you do?”

“We went down to the village,” Satori told him.

“The village? Just you and Eita?” Wakatoshi sounded distressed. “That’s dangerous! What if someone had recognized you? You didn’t have anyone but Eita to protect you.”

“Are you saying I can’t go to the village?” Satori asked quietly. Wakatoshi had never struck him as one of those controlling alphas, but if that was the case…

“Of course that’s not what I’m saying,” Wakatoshi protested. “No one will stop you from going anywhere you want to go, not that I think we could even if we wanted to. I’m just saying, be more careful and take proper precautions when you leave the grounds. It’s too easy to get hurt out there if people know you’re royalty.”

“Then come with me,” Satori said. Wakatoshi looked like he was confused about where this conversation was turning, and maybe it was unfair to spring this on him when he was clearly so tired, but Satori had finished forming his plan and he wanted Wakatoshi’s help. “There’s something I want you to see down there. I have an idea for something I need to talk to your mother about, and I need your backup when I talk to her.”

Wakatoshi nodded.

“Tomorrow, then.”

#my writing #a/b/o #royalty au #qohp #ushiten #semishira #haikyuu!!

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