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pseudowho · 5 months

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Defending Your Honour

A series in which the JJK guys stick-it to the creeps and perverts bothering the reader.

A multi-fic in a series ❤️🫖☕

Part Two (Takuma Ino, Higuruma Hiromi and Itadori Yuuji)

Part Three (Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Together and Fushiguro Toji)

More JJK men and women to come

Trigger Warning: train gropers, flashers and unwanted sexual advances

Nanami Kento

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"Quick, Kento! We'll miss the train."

"This one's packed. We'll get the next one."

"Come on! We can make it!"

With a squeeze and a groan, you and Kento squash yourselves into the packed carriage, the air a humid perfume-deodorant-sweat miasma. You faced Kento's chest, his back to the door. As the doors closed, squashing you to his chest, you shoot him a playful smirk as he glowers down at you, only half-serious.

You lean up to give him a sweet peck on the lips as the train jolts to a start. Kento wraps an arm around your waist as you wobble, although barely, your movement corseted by the tight pack of people around you.

The train rattles through tunnels, dipping in and out of orange lights. As the train goes through a particularly dark tunnel, you feel a set of fingers inching between your legs to the inside of your thigh. You cringe, clamping your legs together, which doesn't dissuade the hand from climbing up the back of your thigh, lifting your skirt to rub the cleft of your bottom.

When light flashes back into the train, the hand doesn't stop. You're paralysed, eyes stinging with tears, constricted by the crowd around you and unable to move to stop your assailant even if you wanted to.

Kento is looking down at you, frowning, concerned; what's wrong? His eyes ask you.

You whisper, voice shaking, "A hand-- someone's hand-- touching me--"

Kento blinks once, and his face clouds, deep rage settling in the crinkles and lines as his narrow eyes scan the people behind you. Within moments, his eyes settle on someone behind you, his eyes narrowing further until they're snakelike. You feel Kento's hand leave your waist as both arms wrap behind you, waiting.

A minute later, your train pulls to the next platform, and Kento pulls you off. Behind you on the train, a circle has formed around a man on the floor, crying and screeching, cradling two badly broken hands, bloody, twisted and ruined.

You hiss at Kento as you're pulled away up the stairs, "What did you do?"

Kento scowled, "I've got strong hands, he had wandering hands. Had."

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Todo Aoi

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"God, it's so busy. I don't think we'll make it to our table in time," you stressed, Aoi head-and-shoulders above you as he tried to see a path through the crowd. Halloween in Shibuya was always heaving, and throngs of costumed celebrants slid past each other like eels.

Aoi looked behind him to you, breaking into what he assumed was a charming smile, and you rolled your eyes at him as he squatted down, his hands out behind him like steps.

"Get on my back, babe. You'll get lost, I'll get us to the restaurant-- win win."

"Me getting lost is...a win?" Aoi blinked, gears grinding as he reconsidered his words. Smiling (charmingly, again) and opening his mouth to talk (again), you raised a hand to stop him, exasperated.

"I can keep up. It's fine. Let's go."

"That's my girl." Aoi grabbed your hand as you weaved together through the crowds. You found it harder and harder to keep up, body buffeted from side to side by faceless monsters, vampires, sexy cats, and you felt Aoi's hand slipping in yours, holding tightly to his knuckles, now fingertip to fingertip until--

With a pluck, his hand slipped out of yours. You tripped, stumbling, unable to see above the sea of heads, and you slipped sideways into an alleyway to get out of the thronging masses. Breathing in a sigh of relief, you turned your back to the street, knowing Aoi would turn back to find you.

Your breath caught in your throat when, on turning, you come within two arms-length of a middle-aged man, in a heavy coat...completely exposed, as he stared at you, thrilled and smug. You gulped, flushed, bizarrely exposed and humiliated and trapped, as if you had your genitals flung out for the world to see, and you opened your mouth to scream for hel--

"Oh, man. Is that all you're working with? You're no brother of mine." The flasher grimaced, scowling for a moment as his eyes fixed behind you, and he took a single step backwards before--

*CLAP*

-- the crowd in the street behind you quietened for just a moment, enough to hear the sounds of a single rattling empty beer can, spinning in the flasher's place...before a cacophony of screams, laughter and appalled shouts poured into the alleyway. You gaped like a fish as Aoi pulled you gently to him.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry I lost you."

"I"m-- I'm fine-- did you just use your technique on that guy?"

You heard a ruckus at the mouth of the alleyway, watching your flasher's legs skittering as he was bodily dragged away by Police officers, arguing and bargaining.

Aoi grinned rakishly, thumb and forefinger framing his jaw, "Did you like that? Nobody flashes my girl but me."

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Geto Suguru

"Keep our table! I'll get us some drinks. You want...?"

Suguru rested a single bent finger against his temple, narrow eyes looking you up and down fondly; "You know what I like."

You skipped away through the buzzing bar, blowing Suguru a kiss as you went; most of the patrons were two or three drinks deep already, and you pushed through a hen-do, apologising loudly to get to the bar.

You stood at the bar, tapping your fingers as you waited to catch the bartender's eye, and you felt a big hand slip around your waist from behind. You turned, grinning, leaning in for a kiss--

"Oh! God, sorry," you cried as the beer-breathed stranger laughed as if he knew you, and you cringed as he leaned back into you.

"No harm done baby, thought I was gonna get lucky there," he shouted over the music, flecks of spit peppering your face and lips.

"Nope! Not tonight I'm afraid--" as you moved to pull away, his hand tightened around your waist, skimming down to cup your hip, pulling you closer, squeezing--

"-- look, can you get your hands off--"

The stranger raised his hands off you dramatically, waving them in your face, barely concealing aggression behind an easygoing facade; "Just trying to have a good night like everyone else here, sweetheart, so you could just loosen up--"

You turned your back, flushing with confrontation, almost tearful as you tried to attract the attention of the bartender. You felt hot breath on your neck, the same unfamiliar hand on the small of your back--

"So you got a boyfriend, then?" You swallowed hard, closing your eyes for a moment, desperate to be left alone.

"She has," Suguru crooned, voice mercurially smooth as he slowly took the stranger's hand off your back, his eyes black, flat and cold. You had never been happier to see him in your life, and you pressed yourself against him, back still to the stranger. The stranger's lips rolled inwards, an irritated tongue dabbing out to lick them.

"Sorry bud, didn't realise she was here with anyone--"

"-- but scum like you always respect an absent boyfriend more than a girl telling you no, right?" Suguru's voice could have frozen water. The stranger excused himself without another word.

"Come on," Suguru gently urged, "I don't like this bar anymore. Let's go somewhere else."

As he slipped an arm around you, walking towards the doors, you heard frantic shrieking behind you; the stranger writhed and squirmed on the floor, frantically undoing and shoving his trousers down, kicking and shouting in alarm.

Suguru smirked; "Had that weird little snake curse in my pocket for a while now. Even better, he can't see it."

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Will do some more of these; always more Nanamin, but also the other JJK crew too!

Part Two (Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji) LINK HERE!

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colonelarr0w · 8 days

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Collapse Into Me

After a particularly rough day, how do these JJK characters offer their comfort?

INCLUDED - Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Hiromi Higuruma, Ino Takuma, Yuuta Okkotsu, Inumaki Toge, Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

SATORU is more than happy to gather you in his arms and let you lay there. To him, there's no greater comfort than you laying in his arms, your head tucked perfectly underneath his chin with one hand tangled in your hair and the other tracing mindless shapes into the exposed skin of your back. He'd let you ramble about what made your day so terrible and offer little hums between your sentences – never once interrupting you or making you feel as if he wasn't listening. He would only offer his advice if you wanted it, and even then it was the most heartfelt words he'd ever spoken to you.

"I'm here for you sweet thing. Just let it all out, okay? Don't want you holding anything in."

SUGURU makes it his personal mission to take your mind off of whatever might have bothered you throughout the course of your day. When you return home, the first thing that he notices is your dulled mood – how your eyes focus on anything but him and how you try your hardest to hide the growing tremble to your lips. He doesn't draw attention to it, not wanting to accidentally upset you further. Instead he just pulls you into the living room, where he's set up a small fort for just the two of you; complete with your favorite snacks and drinks, as well as a movie that you had mentioned enjoying.

"I know you've had a tough day angel, but you're here now with me. Come on, make yourself comfy."

KENTO's comfort is the personification of a warm hug paired with gentle, featherlight kisses. He cradles you in his arms for however long you need, rocking your bodies back and forth, his chest rumbling in a gentle hum against the skin of your cheek. He'll guide you to sit down, fingers interlocking with your own as his softened eyes scan over your twisted expression, beautiful features scrunched up in sadness. He'll kiss away the tears as they trickle down your cheeks, offering you words of comfort that he wished he had heard during his moments of need.

"Come now darling, don't cry. I'm right here with you, everything is going to be alright."

TOJI is at first very arrogant, smirking down at you and bluntly pointing out the tears that you're trying so desperately to keep hidden from his gaze. But when he sees that the events of your day had truly left you shaken and unhappy, he's tugging you to his chest and hiding you away from the world. The entirety of your body is dwarfed by his massive frame, face squished into his chest as he leans back on the couch, tugging you over him like a weighted blanket. He says absolutely nothing as you keep yourself hidden away, but he doesn't miss the feeling of your tears as they fall delicately onto his skin. Only when you lift your head to glance up at him does he thumb away your tears — hushing you with a softness that not even he knew that he was capable of.

"Alright kid, you're okay. 'm right here with ya, shh."

CHOSO sits silently with you, both of you simply sitting in the silence that your sadness provides. His fingers are folded together with your own, the pad of his thumb swiping against the back of your knuckle every now and then – another silent reminder that he was there with you. No words need to be exchanged, not that he would mind if you spoke. If you'd rather talk, he will gladly listen. And if not, he's more than okay with sitting beside you, allowing your body to rest against his own. Your head is laid against his shoulder, fingers interlocked, and for a moment, nothing else in the world truly matters.

"'m here, you don't need to be upset anymore."

RYOMEN might not know how to comfort people, but somehow, he figures it out quickly the moment that he sees you curling away from his touch. The tears that adorn your waterline are not a foreign sight to him, but that doesn't mean that he ever wants to see that expression on your face. He doesn't offer you words of comfort, after all, his tongue was sharp and made of silver – it likely would do more harm if he were to open his jaw. Instead, he offers to you a softness that had only ever been reserved for you anyway. He'll let you lay beside him, sharpened fingernails scraping through your hair just like you did for him on those nights where he pretended to be asleep. He may not be the best at comforting, but to you, his presence was warmth personified – a warmth that you needed to combat the coldness of your day.

"Tch, shut up and let me do this for you … little brat."

HIROMI grants you the space that you need to process whatever it is you may be feeling. He'll sit quietly outside of the closed bedroom or bathroom door, simply resting his head against the wall and listening to the softened sniffles that you're trying your best to keep locked within your chest. The moment that the door slides open and you sit quietly at his side, he wraps you up in his arms and allows you to sob into him. Please let everything out in his arms, the last thing that he wants is for you to wake later in the night with your body debilitated by sadness that you had accidentally left to fester. He wants you to know that he is there for you, and if holding you is the way to go about it, then he will happily let his arms go numb for your sake.

"There, there my love. You've nothing to waste your tears over … I'm here, you're safe."

INO is initially silent when you return home distraught after a tough day, but the moment that you sit beside him and let out that heavy sigh that says “I’m exhausted”, he is wrapping you up in a thickened blanket and rushing around the apartment like a chicken devoid of a head. He piles snacks and drinks onto the coffee table and shuffles through the drawer that is filled to the brim with various DVDs. He holds up various options, feeling his heart sink further and further into his stomach at your lack of an answer. After talking to a brick wall, he decides to just sit in silence with you, hugging you against him and deciding that — maybe — a nap was all that you needed.

“You comfortable sweetheart? Oh … okay, okay. ‘m here, just rest, yeah?”

YUUTA offers to walk around Jujutsu Tech with you after finding out about how terrible your day had been, smiling at you and taking both of your hands into his own. He even tells Rika to leave him undisturbed for a few hours, directing all of his attention to you. The silence of your walk is filled with your ramblings about your day, complaints about Gojo, worries about upcoming missions, anything and everything that might be bothering you. He’ll offer advice where it’s needed, cracking jokes if the situation calls for it — but his main focus is being there, being the ear that you so desperately need.

“I’m sorry angel, I wish that there was more that I could do. But I’m right here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

INUMAKI is the king of distracting you when you’re upset, opening his dorm up to you and allowing you to hide away in it as if you had spent your entire life living there. He silences his phone for the rest of the day, focusing on you and the things that you want to do in order to take your mind off of whatever had happened prior to seeing him. He’ll offer you the second controller and go easy on you, allowing you to beat him and rub it into his face — eyes crinkling in a loving smile as the spark returns to your expression and body language.

“Tuna mayo. (I love you).”

YUUJI is on the verge of tears when he sees your pained expression, but he doesn’t hesitate to wrap you up in a bone-crushing embrace. He tucks you into his arms, his heart clenching in his chest as you sob into him. His hands rub up and down the length of your back, cheek resting against the top of your head as he shushes you — wanting you to calm down enough so that he could try and help you. He does his best to hold back his own tears, but your sadness is his own, and seeing you so distraught was only making him feel worse and worse by the second. But he hopes that his hug is enough to remind you that he's there with you … and that he was never leaving.

"Shhh baby, I'm here! I'm right here with you, you're okay … please don't cry."

MEGUMI almost immediately brings out his Divine Dogs at the sight of tears rolling down your cheeks – knowing that the dogs would work wonders in bringing you comfort. He sits quietly beside you on the couch, not daring to utter a word as you thread your fingers through the thick fur of one of the dogs, smiling tearfully as it nuzzles affectionately into your hand. He doesn’t say anything to you, nor does he offer any kind of reaction when you shift your body to lean comfortably against him. He wraps his arms firmly around you, resting his chin on top of your head and letting out a small sigh through his nose. He may be the silent type — but his silence cuts through your sadness like a burning knife. It’s comforting … and just so undoubtedly him.

“Is this okay? Alright … I’m here for you, I hope you know that.”

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onismdaydream · 2 months

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drunk on you (ft. hiromi higuruma)

tags: mdni 18+. fem/afab reader. piss kink. watersports. pet names. oral (f). multiple orgasms. slight scent kink?? pussy drunk higu. not really proofread.

notes: piss kink!!! this contains piss!!!!! do not read if you don't like it!! i just. really think higu would be into this im sorry... anyway i hope y'all enjoy hehe <3

“h-hiromi,” you pant out, fingers gripping the bed sheets underneath you until your knuckles turn white. “‘m gonna cum.”

higuruma moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure down your spine as his lips suction around your clit. you instinctively try to close your legs, your plush thighs clenching around his head as he pushes you to yet another orgasm. his grip on you tightens, his fingers roughly pressing into your skin until you relax.

his name tumbles from your lips as you cry out, a sweet prayer for his ears only. hiromi swears he could get lost in you. everything about you is just so intoxicating — your scent, your taste, the beautiful moans and gasps that he coaxes from you. he can't get enough. he's simply obsessed.

he, reluctantly, pulls away from your core, turning his head slightly to press slow and gentle kisses on your thighs. there were bruises and love bites scattered about. he just couldn't stop himself, you were so sensitive and your reactions drove him mad.

“did so good for me, darling,” higuruma lifts his gaze, catching your own half-lidded eyes. you look stunning — ethereal and perfect and far too good for him. your lips are parted slightly as you catch your breath, your breasts rising and falling as you fill your lungs once again. he could spend eternity in this position and be at peace.

he's already on his knees for you, ready and willing to do whatever you command. the hardwood floor offers no comfort to higuruma’s body but it's easy to ignore the dull pain with your legs wrapped around him.

you sigh, one of your hands reaching out to push his hair back, nails gently scraping against his scalp. again, he kisses your thigh, so much tenderness and adoration shown in the simple gesture.

“i love you,” hiromi whispers, sealing it with another peck. he always felt so at ease around you, the stress he carried around all the time finally lessening when you were around. a simple touch from you and the guilt and anxiety hanging on his shoulders felt less suffocating.

“love you, too.” and there was that smile that made everything worth it to him. that smile that made his heart feel too big for his ribcage and his love too big for the world.

his own crooked grin makes its way to his face. “love you more.”

that gets a cute laugh out of you, and he can't help but press more kisses to your skin. your thighs are so soft and warm and practically begging hiromi to cover you in them. and he does just that.

it starts out innocently enough but eventually, his lips find their way closer to your pussy, the glint of your arousal still sticking to your body. his tongue darts out for a taste and he groans softly. he really was obsessed with you.

“let me take care of you like you deserve.” he mumbles, voice edging on pleading, as if he hasn't been pampering you since the moment he met you.

“three isn't enough for you?” you tease gently, gaze softening at his desperation. his craving for you was insatiable, the deep, innate need to take you apart and carefully put you back together driving hiromi between your legs constantly. and of course, you were the one spreading them and inviting him closer every time.

“sorry,” there's a quirk of his lips, his pupils blown out in desire as his lips ghost along your mound. “can't get enough of you, sweet girl.”

suddenly, his arms hook under your thighs, his forearms resting on top and effectively trapping you. he pulls you to the very edge of the bed and directly to his face. his strong nose nudges between your lips, the tip of it rubbing your dripping slit. even if you wanted to move, higuruma was much stronger than he looked.

“color?” your eyes flutter shut as his mouth moves against you, a small gasp of his name escaping your lips. you can feel hiromi’s fingers flex on the meat of your thighs, as if it was taking all of his willpower to restrain himself.

he was a dog, salivating and attentive, waiting for his handler's order. give the word and he attacks.

“green.”

the word barely leaves your lips before he's eating you like a man starved. he couldn't wait any longer, couldn't build up a nice and slow orgasm; higuruma needed to taste you again and he needed it now.

he's always sloppy, always drooling and lapping at your cunt while your fingers tangle themselves in his dark locks. if you get desperate enough — which he always hopes you do — you'll start humping and grinding against his face, moving his head to the exact place you want him to be. he'll bump his nose on your clit, putting pressure on it just to get you to pull his hair or whine his name, your voice so beautiful every time.

“hiromiii,” you cry out, your hands weakly pushing on the top of his head. it’s so much, too much. his tongue, hot and heavy, running up and down your slit, nose bumping into your overly sensitive bundle of nerves. your body felt like it was thrumming with electricity, but there was a familiar pressure building up near your core. “gotta s-stop…”

it sounds so lewd, the wet slurping and panting and groaning that echo around the room. you can feel the mixture of your slick and cum beginning to cool on your skin, followed by hiromi’s warm tongue lapping it all up.

“one more, baby.” his fingers dig into your thighs to keep you still, your hips bucking off the bed. your body couldn't seem to decide whether it was running away or towards him. “gimme one more.”

your constant squirming makes him move his hands up, one of them resting on your hip and the other on your abdomen, desperate to get you to stay still. the pressure inside you becomes recognizable the second his hand presses into your stomach.

“wait, wait! yellow!”

and hiromi stops immediately, head moving back and his grip on you loosening. “what's wrong? did i hurt you?”

you have to shut your eyes while you catch your breath, the sight of your arousal shining on his lips and chin making it hard to focus.

“‘m fine, just need a break,” you mumble. your mind is so hazy from how many times you've cum so thinking right now isn't your strong suit. “gotta pee.”

“it's alright, babygirl. i don't mind.”

the worst thing about being with a sarcastic and deadpanned lover? you have a lot of trouble differentiating between jokes and serious proposals.

“seriously ‘romi, i gotta go.” you push at his head again, but he doesn't move.

his hands slide up your thighs, fingers kneading the fat there. he can feel you tense underneath his touch, but you don't shove him away.

“told you,” he nearly purrs, mouthing at the apex of your thigh, nuzzling closer to you. his words are muffled against your skin but you hear him perfectly clear. “i don't mind if you piss on me.”

his words make your face heat up, your whole body burning from the suggestion. he was serious. he was actually serious. and you were actually considering it.

“i want you to, baby.” higuruma says so gently, sensing your inner turmoil.

it was so dirty, but you couldn't deny the way your stomach swooped at the thought. you must be sick, must be having some insanely realistic fever dream. but the way you can feel hiromi’s breath ghost across your skin and the heat from his own body and the pull of arousal deep in your core — this is real and happening.

“color.” his eyes lock onto your face, the way you're gnawing on your bottom lip making him pause for a moment. your own gaze flickers around the room, going from his face and mouth to his hands on your body to the ceiling to the walls.

“tell me your color, angel.” hiromi repeats, face retracting by barely an inch. he needed to hear you, needed to make sure he wasn't going too far. it would be hard for him to stop, but he would do it for you — anything you ask, he would do it.

“g-green.” you say softly after a moment, eyes finally settling on his face.

laying back down completely, higuruma starts to lick at your dripping slit again, working you back up. your body is sensitive from your previous orgasms so it doesn't take long before your breath starts hitching and your body squirming.

you let out a whine as he pressed down on your bladder, encouraging you to fully let go, tongue prodding at your clit. for a moment, you thought about backing out, stopping this and excusing yourself to use the toilet. you knew hiromi wouldn't be mad at you, would never be upset with you for creating boundaries.

but higuruma looked so desperate for you, his pupils swallowing the rich browns in his eyes until they were thin rings.

you relax enough under his touch, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you feel the first trickle of warm piss run down your skin.

“that's it, beautiful,” he whispers, “just like that.”

his lips wrap around your sensitive bud, sucking on it as you drench his clothes. he doesn't mind the mess, knows it'll wash out eventually. it feels good to have your hot urine rush down his body now though, to be thoroughly soaked in you.

you shudder underneath him, letting out a shaky gasp from the weak orgasm that's wrung out of you. it's not as mind numbing as the others, but it still makes a zing of pleasure shoot through your body.

“fuck, baby,” hiromi groans out, eyes rolling back as he squeezes at the base of his cock. you should be embarrassed — should be downright mortified and disgusted — seeing your boyfriend covered in urine.

but you're not.

it's hot. it's something that's so depraved and primal and raw. his lips parted as he pants heavily, shirt soaked and sticky, hand using the wet slickness to make the glide along his shaft easier. you can't tear your eyes away from him.

“got me so fucking messy…” a bead of precum builds up at his tip before dripping to the floor, adding to the puddle that was already building. his fist worked faster, the loud squelching noises filling the room and making you feel even dirtier. he’s already so worked up from your taste, that he knew he wasn't going to last long. hiromi moves back between your thighs, licking and sucking at the mess that clings to your skin. “so good to me.”

the bitter tang of your piss mixes with your sweet slick, and his climax hits him quickly, cum coating his cock and hand. he moans out your name, lips pressed to your skin, praises spilling out in between shaky breaths.

after a moment, higuruma removes himself from your legs, sitting back and catching your gaze. you were watching him intently, clearly as enraptured as he was with this newfound kink you shared.

but, anything else would have to wait for another time — and he was sure there would be another time. right now, he had to take care of you like he promised he would.

“c’mere darling.” hiromi helps you up, your legs wobbly. he presses a kiss to the side of your head and leads you to the bathroom. a nice, hot bath will certainly do some good for the both of you. “let's get you cleaned up, hm?”

#jujutsu kaisen #hiromi higuruma #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #hiromi higuruma x reader #hiromi higuruma x you #perce.doc #.jjkai #tw piss

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threadbaresweater · 2 months

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Valentines day with Higuruma..

You plan to meet up at your favorite little hole in the wall restaurant (where you had your first date). It's nothing fancy; the food is all a bunch of hearty, homespun family recipes that have been passed down from generation to generation. There are cracks in all the pleather bench seats and yellowed photographs on the wall signed by celebrities who visited during their travels through town. It smells like deep-fried onions and strong brewed coffee, and the floor is usually sticky with some mystery residue. A few potted plants sit in the window that looks out onto the busy city sidewalk.

He promises to leave work early, but you know better. He texts you upon arrival, says he's running late but to order for him, and he'll be there in 20 minutes.

An hour later, the waitress who knows you by name brings you another cup of coffee and you hear the little bell above the door ring. Hiromi spills into the restaurant with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, looking disheveled as always, and gives you a lopsided grin before kissing your forehead and sliding into the bench across from you.

"Sorry," he says. "Got caught up."

"S'okay. I ordered your favorite." You reach across the table and skim your thumb over his knuckles. He squeezes your hand and stares at you with those deep brown eyes.

"Be my valentine?" he asks.

You smile at him, and the tension in his shoulders melts away. "Sure, why not?"

#higuruma hiromi

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tsukimefuku · 21 days

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jujutsu sorcery and how the legacy stays alive ☾ nanami kento & higuruma hiromi

nanami x f!reader x higuruma

a take on what would happen if the trio's daughter wanted to become a jujutsu sorcerer.

tags: mdni! jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, +18, some spicy stuff, mostly fluff and domestic shenanigans, this is non-monogamy and polyamory guys. inspired by my AU, but not part of it.

wc: 3.3k

Also, this is an early birthday gift for @g-kleran, and I really hope you like it. 💜

"Kento, your gray hair is finally showing, it took a while" you said, while you sat beside him on the sofa and brushed his blonde locks back with your fingers. There was a small patch of silvery strands right above his forehead.

You had your legs draped over his thigh, and he had been reading a book for a good while now after finishing cooking dinner. He would fix his reading glasses on his face from time to time with the tip of his fingers.

He let you keep caressing him for a few seconds before taking your hand gently and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Of course it did. I have had white hairs for a while, but it wasn't so apparent as it was in yours or Hiromi's black hair."

You let out a chuckle. "Hiromi's hair is basically two colors now, black on top and gray on the sides."

Kento smiled, still reading his book. "Yes, it is."

You were looking at Kento's face now, and it was amazing how after all these years, he was still gorgeous. His chiseled cheekbone, his angular jaw, the way his strong hands held the book, and how his dexterous fingers gently flipped page after page. Now, he had a pair of glasses he'd mostly use for reading, but sometimes he'd forget to take them off to do other things around the house, and it was definitely a sight to behold.

"Why didn't you let Shoko help you with your eyes?" You asked, grazing the tip of your finger on his glasses' frame.

"Because there is no need to bother anyone with this. It's a perfectly normal part of getting older. Besides..." Kento stated, darting his eyes to you for a moment. "You once told me I look charming in these."

You laughed and turned his head to face you, brushing his cheek with your thumb. "You don't need glasses for me to find you charming, Kento."

Kento smiled silently at you, feeling the same heart fluttering he felt the first day he realized he was completely in love with you. He sighed, feeling his chest full and content, as you approached him and laid a soft kiss on his lips.

Letting the touch be delicate for a moment, Kento then leaned himself over and deepened the kiss, letting out a satisfied hum rumbling in his throat.

You took his book delicately from his hands and laid it open, face down, on the sofa's arm rest. Usually, when you really wanted some attention, you'd simply butt yourself over your husbands, just like you were about to do now, and most of the time they'd never complain because both actually liked it.

You straddled yourself on his lap, and cupped his face with both your hands. Kento rested his forearms over your thighs, and hummed appreciatively while you sat on top of him, taking you in with his gaze.

"Darling, our daughter will be home soon" he noted, as you took his glasses off, folded them and put them over the book.

"It's okay, she lost her keys, and I still haven't made her a new copy" you replied, pulling him in for another kiss. This time, you tested the seam of his mouth with the tip of your tongue, and he let you in. Not pulling any punches, you pressed your tongue against his mouth as your hips humped over his, and the moment Kento let out a gasp, you were more than happy to drink it in, before releasing his mouth.

"Still, I don't think we'd be finished before she gets home" Kento replied, feeling his blood involuntarily pooling south. He was trying to keep some composure, sure you'd all be at the dinner table in less than an hour, but you were making it very difficult, especially now that your lips began brushing against the side of his neck. He laid his head back, descending his fingertips pressed against your thighs, kneading his palms on the plush of your skin.

"We could have a quickie, come on!"

You tried negotiating, a mischievous smile in your voice, as you nibbled on his jawline with your teeth. Kento let out a satisfied sigh, and pulled you down, grinding his now growing bulge against your core, having you gasp against him in surprise.

"We're not young anymore, love. We don't do 'quickies'." His eyes glanced over your breasts, making their shameless way down your entire body, and then back to your face, taking in every curve he had already memorized by this point. "I'd need the entire night to do everything I want to do with you."

"Oh, is that so?" You noticed how his eyes stayed on your breasts for a moment, so you put over your shoulders both strings that held your shirt and slid the entire thing down, revealing your bra.

Following suit, you pulled him in, having Kento's face buried deep in between your breasts. He lowly groaned, bucking his hips up, as he slid his tongue over them, intercalating the licks with soft bites and kisses, bringing his hands up to pull your bra down.

Then, you heard the door unlocking.

As it opened behind the sofa, you shuffled around to leave Kento's lap, face blushing violently as you did so, pulling your shirt back into position. Kento, on the other hand, started looking around for anything to hide his bulging pants, quickly grabbing the book and having his glasses fall over as he did so. He pinched the bridge of his nose, displeased, as you tried to make yourself presentable again.

"Hey, you two rabbits, could you please keep your hands to yourselves today? This is an important occasion" you heard Hiromi's voice near the open door. It was then closed, and he stepped towards you and Kento, stopping briefly. In a second, his hand was beside Kento, holding his glasses.

"Thank you" Kento replied, still embarrassed, taking the glasses with one hand, as he pressed his book against the middle of his pants with the other.

"Hey, darling" Hiromi cooed, hunching himself over to kiss you swiftly. He was slightly out of breath, and you figured he ran home to meet you all for dinner.

Even after you and Kento had retired from being full-time sorcerers, finding it better to just teach the new generation and occasionally training them, Hiromi couldn't find it in himself to do so. He kept working and exorcizing curses like the good workaholic that he was.

"Hi, handsome" you replied, smiling at him. "And we didn't forget! We made dinner and the table is set" you answered, pointing at the dinner area.

"You mean Kento made dinner, darling" he replied jokingly, throwing his body over the armchair in front of the sofa, letting his arms dangle lazily from the rests, and streching his legs as he did so.

The hair on his temples was completely gray by this point, and on his forehead, you could see two very faint lines forming. His build, however, was the same as it had always been, and you sighed for a moment, gazing at Hiromi, with your heart warming before you found it in yourself the strength to resume speaking again.

"Oh, I helped!"

"Darling, you barely cut half an onion" Kento said matter-of-factly, shuffling himself on the sofa, waiting for his blood to resume pumping to the rest of his body.

Hiromi noticed Kento was trying to hide his pants under his book, and didn't let it slide. "Kento, there is nothing there I haven't seen at least a hundred times. We've all been living together for fifteen years, get over yourself."

Kento proceeded to hide his vermilion face with his hand, as you chuckled sheepishly.

Hiromi clapped once and caught your and Kento's attention, before he proceeded.

"So, Jujutsu High. Sakura really wants to go there, and called me earlier today asking for my help in convincing the both of you to let her. She asked me not to tell you both she talked to me, but I guess we ought to discuss this before she gets home" Hiromi said, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I don't know, Hiro" you answered, scratching your head. "But I guess I'm more open to the idea now."

"Absolutely not" Kento answered. "My stance hasn't changed, especially ever since this terrible idea was brought up months ago."

Kento had been adamant that your children would never become jujutsu sorcerers, even when it was all a faint possibility - even before you all found out you were pregnant fourteen years ago. He had been unwavering on that ever since. The former sorcerer had seen too many good people die while fighting curses, including his best friend, Yu Haibara, when the boy wasn't much older than your daughter is now.

This still stuck with him, so many decades later.

"I think we should talk about it, Kento. She has her mother's innate cursed technique, after all. Our daughter can become a jujutsu sorcerer if she wants to, which she really seems to, and it would be better if we were involved in that" Hiromi chimed in, resting his chin on his fist.

"You both know my feelings about this, and I will not change my mind. Jujutsu sorcery is idiotic and dangerous" Kento replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Kento, come on, Hiromi is still a jujutsu sorcerer" you stated, as Hiromi rolled his eyes.

"And he shouldn't be. He has a teenage daughter and should prioritize a line of work that makes the odds of him returning home alive at the end of the day more favorable."

You sighed as you and Hiromi shared a accomplice look.

There was a knock at the door, and you checked your watch, knowing full well this was around thirty minutes before your daughter was to be home.

"Are we expecting anybody else?" You inquired, having both of your husbands shrug.

Puzzled, you got up and walked towards the door, opening it. You were met by a fluff ball of white hair and pitch black glasses with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey!" Gojo exclaimed, cocking his head to the side like a dog. "I hope dinner is ready."

"Satoru!" You jumped in place, glad to see him there. Since being bound to Jujutsu High's HQ, you'd rarely see your friend, who was mostly on missions every day. Examining his face, you noticed once again how he didn't seem to have aged a day ever since he turned 30. God really has his favorites. "Turn off infinity."

"Already did, you always ask for that" he replied, opening his arms. You jumped over and gave him a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?" You finally asked, inviting him in.

"Oh, your daughter called uncle Gojo, because she knows he's the absolute best" he began, and approached you to finish his sentence, "and she thought I'd be able to convince Nanamin to let her go to Jujutsu High."

Kento groaned audibly, saying stop calling me that, and you smiled at Gojo while saying, "Good luck with that."

"Why did our daughter think you'd be able to waver my resolution? Does she really not know me?" Kento complained. If he were someone more expressive with his face, he'd definitely be pouting at that moment.

"Because I'm just the funniest, greatest, amazing guy you'll ever meet!" Gojo exclaimed, sitting on the other armchair in front of the sofa. "Oh, hey, Higuruma! How was your mission today? I hand-picked that especially for you, so you'd be home early."

"You did!? Well, you chose terribly, that thing occupied me for hours on end" Hiromi replied, finally pulling on his black tie to make it looser, opening the first few buttons on his shirt.

"Really!? Did I choose poorly or are you just getting rusty, uh, Higuruma?" Gojo teased, and Hiromi scoffed with a half smile.

Kento still had a sour expression on his face, and after the teasing was over, you were all engulfed in an uncomfortable silence. Before Gojo could resume his antics, you began speaking.

"Kento, my love, you know our daughter. She's willful, and will go about trying to find and exorcize curses on her own. Damn, she already pulled a stunt like that once."

He was silent, listening to you, while looking the other way on his corner of the sofa.

"Wouldn't you prefer she did so under the tutelage of good sorcerers?"

"Exactly" Hiromi interjected. "And I'll be on missions too, I can accompany her in most of them when she gets enrolled."

"And I'll be there too!" Gojo complemented.

At that, Kento scoffed. "Gojo, if it were up to you, you'd be throwing all these teens in the most nightmare-inducing missions possible. Don't you remember Yuuji's missions?"

"N-no, wait, c'mon" Gojo began trying to explain himself, "when sorcerers are strong that's not much of a worry, and you guys' daughter is pretty strong herself."

Kento remained silent and Hiromi sighed, somewhat hopeless, getting up and walking towards the kitchen, probably to make himself a drink. You followed him, and stood there by his side as he took a glass and poured in it a dose of whiskey.

"Just... Give it time, Hiro" you said, reassuringly brushing your hands over his shoulders. "He'll come around."

"We only have a few months before she's done with middle school" Hiromi answered, taking a sip of his whiskey. "I don't think we have enough time. We might need to do this against his wishes."

"Hey, come on, now" you put your hand on his shoulder, turning him to face you. "We're not doing that, we won't go over Kento's head. We all make these decisions together, remember?"

Hiromi grunted, displeased and defeated. "I know, darling. It's just that she already tried exorcizing a curse by herself and got into pretty deep trouble. She needs to go to Jujutsu High. She is a jujutsu sorcerer in nature, it's what she wants to do, and there is no stopping her from doing so. I just worry."

"Me too, Hiro. Me too" you replied, planting a soft kiss on his lips with your hands over his chest.

Apart from being the spitting image of you, specifically, at least in the physical sense, your daughter was like a perfect storm of the three. She had the same idealist sense of purpose as Hiromi, your unwavering drive to do things she deemed important, and Kento's unyielding stubbornness.

"We'll be able to put some sense into him, I promise. Please, let's hold off our horses and just talk to Kento today, okay?"

He pulled you in for another kiss with his arms wrapped around your waist, and kept your body pressed against his for a while.

"Okay, sweetheart" he finally said, as you smiled. "What wouldn't I do for you?"

"Not much, I hope" you replied, biting his bottom lip softly. He hissed, his body becoming tense, and his grip on your waist turning tighter. He slid the tips of his fingers behind your neck, and drove them up your hair, giving it a soft tug at the roots, stealing a gasp from your lips.

"Woman, don't tease me" Hiromi warned you, pulling your head back to brush his lips against your jawline. "I had one hell of a day, and 'unwind' is not a strong enough word for what I need right now."

"Me? Teasing you? I'd never do such a thing" you mockingly replied, wiggling your way out of his grip and stepping back into the living room.

***

You, Hiromi, Kento, Gojo and your daughter were all sat at the dinner table, simmering under the most uncomfortable silence ever known to manking. Gojo was happily eating mouthfuls of curry, already on his third serving, waiting for anyone to begin speaking. You looked at Sakura, who looked at Hiromi, who looked at Kento, who looked the other way, still displeased.

"So..." your daughter began speaking, clearing her throat, "I am almost finished with middle school." She nervously brushed her hands over her black locks, eyes darting across the table waiting for any feedback.

No one said anything, Gojo's munches being the only sound right now filling the room.

"And I thought- I mean, I think we should talk about where I'll go when I enter high school."

"You're not going to Jujutsu High, Sakura. That's definitely not going to happen" Kento answered in his stern way, as he rested his cutlery over his plate.

"Why not, dad?!" She asked, pouting. "You, mom and dad Hiromi were all jujutsu sorcerers, and I have mom's technique! I have all it takes to be a jujutsu sorcerer!"

"Oh, it takes a lot more than having an innate cursed technique to become a jujutsu sorcerer" Kento replied.

"Sweetheart, your dad is right about that" you interjected, looking at her. "It's not all fun and games, it's dangerous. The three of us were the lucky ones, many jujutsu sorcerers die very young."

"You three weren't lucky" Gojo interjected, cleaning his mouth with a napkin. "You three were talented and strong Grade 1 sorcerers — Higuruma still is. If your daughter is even half as talented as you all were, she'll be fine. Besides" he paused, a toothy grin plastering all over his face. "I'll teach her how to fight myself!" He concluded with a thumbs up.

You had flashbacks from the times you trained with Gojo, and a cold shiver ran down your spine.

"I think I'll take my odds letting Yuuji train her" you said, with an undertone of concern in your voice.

"Yuuji?! Why?!" Gojo inquired, seemingly very offended.

"Because he's not a madman like you!" You replied.

"And he's a more empathetic and caring teacher, too" Kento interjected.

You were all surprised to hear something like that from Kento, and looked at him, waiting for the former sorcerer to say anything else.

He sighed, and put both of his hands on the table.

"There is no changing your mind about this?" Kento asked, looking at your daughter.

She mustered all the pride and determination she could, with her fourteen-years-old knowledge of the world, and straightened herself on her chair, before answering, "no."

Kento sighed before proceeding. He knew his daughter was as stubborn as he was, after all.

"And you two truly believe this is the best for her?" Kento inquired, now looking straight at you and Hiromi.

You exchanged looks with Hiromi, darting your hand to hold his, before he answered, "yes, I think this is the best alternative."

"Me too" you complemented.

Kento sighed, yet again. "Fine, then. I'll let you enroll in Jujutsu High."

Your daughter squeaked silently on her chair. "Thanks, dad!"

Kento lifted a finger, asking for a moment to resume speaking. Your daughter went silent and glanced at him, attentively. "You'll only take missions on after acclimating for a month there. Also, no more than one mission a week, and your dad will accompany you until the end of your first year, are we clear?"

Hiromi nodded and looked at her. "Maybe even after that. I'll be by your side every step of the way, okay, sweetheart?"

"And I'll have some training sessions with you, too" you said, smiling at her, "just so you can learn from the best how our family's technique can be used."

The teen was barely keeping herself from exploding out of sheer excitement.

"And Gojo" Kento said, pulling the sorcerer's attention to him, "you'll take good care of my daughter. You might be the strongest sorcerer alive, but if anything happens to her, I'll be sure to exorcize you with my bare hands."

"You meant 'kill'?" Gojo asked.

"No, I meant exorcize. You're basically a curse at this point, haunting me for all these years with your antics."

"Hey!" Gojo exclaimed, "Did I come to this house only to get offended?"

"Of course not, you ate half of all the food we made!" You chirped, spirited.

"That Kento made, darling" Hiromi poked at you.

"Meh, technicalities!"

You all chuckled, and you sighed nervously, knowing your daughter would be following in all of her parents' footsteps, taking over the jujutsu sorcery legacy you thought for so many years that would end with you.

***

You, Hiromi and Kento were all laid on the king-size bed after dinner. Gojo had already left, and your daughter would surely be fast asleep in her own bedroom by now, nearly in the witching hours of the night. Kento was laying down peacefully, while he began reading his book somewhat from the same point you had interrupted him, and Hiromi rolled himself over again and again on the other end of the bed. You were checking the news on your own smartphone before deciding you were tired enough to sleep.

"Hey, Kento..." you cooed. He hummed to let you know he was listening. "Thank you."

"What for?" He asked, not taking his eyes from the seemingly enthralling pages of the novel.

"For listening to us, and to her."

"Of course I listened to you all."

"Huh?" You asked, flicking your phone dark before putting it on the nightstand, darting your arm over him as you did so. Your resting body was now facing him, impassive gaze softly cracked by the affection of domestic affairs.

"You all had perfectly reasonable arguments for me to do so. Even if I'm concerned with our daughter, she needs proper guidance to navigate the life of curses" Kento sighed, before closing his book and removing his glasses. "She will be a jujutsu sorcerer, after all."

You smiled, looking at him, incredulous as to how much you could still flutter to his presence, even after so many years into a stable, loving marriage.

Hiromi rolled himself over once again, and draped his arm over your waist, having your body shiver in response to that innocuous display of affection.

"He came around, it seems" Hiromi cooed softly, with a sardonic mockery to it, while pulling you in to plant a few kisses on your neck.

A moan crawled its way out of your mouth, much to your own surprise, as Hiromi pressed his abdomen against your back, snaking his hand down your belly.

Kento rolled over on his shoulder to face you, and also surprisingly, slid his hand down your pajamas, cupping your ass by the end tail of his explorations on your body. Your face blushed slightly, and you chuckled, a little embarrassed.

"Are you two really in the mood for it?" You asked. Hiromi's lips were still pressing insistently against your neck, his hand hanging dangerously low by the edge of your pajama's pants. Kento smiled, and pressed his tongue with no warning against your lips, pushing his way in to taste you as he did.

"I had a dreadful day, of course I'm in the mood for it" Hiromi whispered, warm breath tickling against your earlobe.

"And I thought that we agreed we were too old for 'quickies'", Kento concluded as he parted his lips from yours.

"Shall we have a healthy competition, Kento? See whose name she moans more often?" Hiromi inquired, pressing his palm against your clothed sex, eliciting a whimper from you as your head fell back to brush against his shoulder. "I'm very determined to win this time around."

Kento smiled, now pressing his own kisses just over the towering muscles in the middle of your neck.

"I don't mind taking part in that competition, as long as she enjoys it."

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A Quarter-life Crisis

Synopsis: Higuruma takes some time to think with the aide of his ex-wife.

Author's note: Hey guys! I shared a bit of this fic awhile ago so here is the completed version. Feedback is always welcomed. Enjoy!

Warnings: brief reference to suicidal imagery, mental health struggles, divorce

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Hiromi had never thought of himself as a defender of justice, moreso a man with the inability to leave things alone, the need to pursue the truth.

This persistence had finally managed to work against him

When the judge announced a guilty verdict for his client, he made eye contact with Hiromi, giving him the withering stare of betrayal. It burrowed into his gut, stabbing him and taking him out of himself for a moment. All of a sudden everything faded into the background as his body took control, a swelling feeling pounding in his chest. He got up from his seat and stalked over to the bench. With a shaky hand he grasped the gavel and lifted it over his head.

Bang.

Then he lifted it again.

BANG.

Then again.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Everyone stared in startled confusion, unsure of what he was doing.

Shimizu, his associate, rushed over to where he stood with a worried look on her face.

“Mr. Higuruma?” she asked.

But he wasn’t there. He was long gone.

“Everyone come back. We’re having a retrial.”

The older judge furrowed his brow in annoyance.

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“You're a joke,” he retorted.

The judge’s face turned red in anger.

“Mr. Higuruma. If you don’t collect yourself I’ll hold you in contempt.”

Hiromi gripped the gavel in his hand so hard his knuckles turned white.

Without a warning he hurled the gavel at the window, shattering it in one fell swoop.

“Listen Higuruma, it’s nothing personal. We just need you to take a few days so we can clear the air.”

“I want a return date,” he insisted.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you that. Get your things. Go home. Rest. We’ll be in touch.”

Hiromi was on vacation.

At least, that was his office's official statement.

In actuality, he was waiting to see if he still had a job after his small incident in court.

Small being the understatement of the century.

Hiromi had been wallowing, mostly sleeping. The only light in his small apartment was from the television, replaying the same three movies over and over again.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he reached out to grab it, squinting to read the name.

(Name).

He arrived at your apartment at around eight.

When you opened the door a sense of relief washed over him, something he hadn’t felt since his ‘break’ started.

“Hey stranger,” you warmly greeted.

He couldn’t help but smile. “Hey.”

“I knew the second we got divorced your life would take a nosedive,” you prodded.

“And I knew your life would get infinitely better,” Higuruma retorted.

You led him to the couch and made your way over to the liquor cabinet to fix him something.

“Whiskey?” you asked.

“Please.”

You poured some for him and yourself, pressing the glass into his hand and joining him.

He took a moment to observe your apartment. Spacious and decorated with luxurious furniture. It made his place look like a broom closet.

“So should we drink until we forget why you're here or would you rather talk?” you asked.

Hiromi looked down at his whiskey glass. “It’s been about two weeks since I’ve actually spoken to another human being so I’m not sure how great of a conversationalist I’d be.”

You set your whiskey glass down on the coffee table and crossed your arms, wrinkling your silk pajamas and matching robe.

“We really don’t need to talk Hiromi, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

How did you see him? How did everyone else see him? Some nutcase that had thrown his career away, holed up in his apartment, sprawled out in a bathtub with his wrists slit, still in the suit?

God how morbid.

But the situation he found himself in had caused his mind to go to some dark places.

“I appreciate it (Name). Really. How did you find out?”

“Everyone’s talking about it.”

Of course.

The legal world was abuzz with the news of an exemplary public defender who took a stand in the courtroom. At least, that’s what one of the headlines read.

“Of course. That was a stupid question.”

“I couldn’t believe it. What on earth possessed you?”

Hiromi knocked back his whiskey and set the empty glass on the table next to yours.

“I honestly have no idea. It was like…losing control of myself for a second.”

“Any word from the court yet?”

He shook his head. “It’s been almost two weeks. I just wish they’d get it over with already.”

“You really think they’ll take away your license?”

“Well I insulted a judge, damaged federal property, do you have any vodka?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I should have just accepted it and moved on.

You smirked. “You know you’ve never been able to move on from an unsolved problem.”

“I got a divorce didn’t I?”

You chuckled. “Well you could always do improv comedy.”

Your phone buzzed and you retrieved it to see who it was.

“It’s the office. Do you mind?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Go ahead.”

“Hey Kento.”

You got up and headed into the kitchen to continue the conversation.

While you chatted, Hiromi's attention was caught by an old photo of you on the mantle over the fireplace. He recognized it instantly, having taken the picture himself. It was from your second date where the two of you had gone to the beach. He remembered chasing you into the surf, nearly stepping on a washed up jellyfish. The photo was of you looking back at him, a smile frozen on your face.

All of a sudden he felt a little uncomfortable being here. The two of you had a past, you had been married, then divorced. Was it even possible for you to be friends after that?

You interrupted his train of thought, reentering the room.

“Sorry about that. We're negotiating this contract and the client’s convinced that if we're not working around the clock the deal will fall through.”

He stood up.

“Then maybe I should go.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be silly.”

“No (Name). I mean…I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What isn’t appropriate?”

“This. Us. Shit. This isn’t weird for you? Us hanging out.”

“No,” you simply answered. “Is it weird for you?”

No. It had been as easy as reciting the alphabet. But it scared him, and he didn’t want to drag you back into his increasingly fucked up world. Not when you were doing so well.

“No,” he uncertainly answered. “It’s normal.”

“And being normal with me is a readjustment?” you concluded.

He sighed in defeat.

You took a step towards him. “Hiromi. I understand that our relationship is different from what it used to be. But I’m always here for you if you need someone to talk to.”

“But you don’t have to be, is what I’m trying to say.”

“I want to be,” you assured him.

And just like that he was readjusted.

After Hiromi had calmed down you ordered Chinese takeout and put on The Graduate.

“I thought you said this movie is pretentious.”

“It is but it’s easy to enjoy when you're not watching it with a pretentious person,” you retorted.

“Just for that I’m taking the last soup dumpling.”

The movie wrapped up with Benjamin and Elaine running away together. Joyously laughing as the bus drove off, only to slowly realize the massive mistake they had made.

As Simon and Garfunkel played them off Hiromi asked a question.

“Why didn’t it work out?”

“They were young and stupid,” you concluded.

“No, us,” he clarified.

You stabbed the fried rice with your chopstick. “For the exact same reason. We were still in school, convinced we’d make a difference, too naive to think out the long term.”

“And this is it?” he asked.

You sighed. “I’m afraid so.”

You set the takeout box on the coffee table next to your empty scotch glasses and faced your ex husband.

“Do you think if we had met later in life, things would be different?”

“I’m not sure,” he truthfully answered. “We always wanted different things so maybe not.”

He cleared his throat, not sure if he should continue. “But even if it didn’t work out. I still don’t regret being with you.”

You gave him a soft smile. “Neither do I.”

He leaned back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. “(Name). I have no idea what I’m going to do. Even if they let me keep practicing I can’t keep going like this.”

It was draining him. At this rate he wouldn’t even make it to forty.

“Maybe, a change of environment?” you suggested.

He lifted his head to look at you. “My firm has a pretty big dedication to pro bono work. You could still do what you're doing on the side with more funds and a lighter workload.”

Working in private corporate law? It was almost impossible to imagine himself with a secretary and expensive lunch meetings.

Before he could respond you spoke again. “I know how you feel about private interests and you will have to see those types of things up close. But promise me you’ll think about it.”

After a moment an earth shattering realization hit him.

Damn. He was falling for you again. And he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

For the first time in his life he wasn’t sure about anything.

“Yes, I’ll definitely think about it.”

Hiromi got home at around two in the morning.

You had offered to let him stay in your guest bedroom but he had politely declined, afraid of what the two of you under one roof could lead to.

He was about to collapse into bed when his phone rang.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hiromi?” Shimizu answered on the other end. “Thank goodness you're awake.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “What can I do for you?”

“I was working late at the office when I got the fax. Some interns messed up so it came in later than it should have.”

“What?”

“You’ll have to meet with hr but your back. They’re letting you keep your license.”

“...Really?”

“Your record worked in your favor. And who else would work as hard as you do for such crappy pay?”

Shimizu didn’t get a response back.

“Hiromi?”

“That’s great. Really…but I need some time to think.”

“About what?”

“What’s best for me.”

Your smile came back to him.

He had a lot to figure out.

It was a little late in life for him to be thinking about new jobs and new relationships. Maybe he was being rash. But he didn’t care.

Better late than never.

The End.

Taglist: @lynn-edits

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 11 months

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Fic: “Where The Flowers Grow”

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Fandom: SK8 THE INFINITY

Rating: T

Summary: In the middle of his break, Hiromi gets an unexpected visit from Manager Oka.

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Amaryllis Spray…

Poinsettia Power Charge…

Jonquil Rocket…

Hiromi types frenziedly on his phone while chugging a can of sweet melon drink.

Yes… yes! These are all the perfect skate moves for his next beef!

An alarm sets off. Hiromi examines his phone-screen, resetting it. Only thirty minutes left of his break. He bites his sandwich, wolfing it. Parking in the alley usually keeps him out of sight from customers and the store's manager.

Ugh…

Hiromi's heart clenches up painfully.

Why… why, why did she have to love someone else…

His thought stutter a halt as a set of knuckles rap against Hiromi's car-window.

Manager Oka beams from the outside, waving cheerfully.

The lump of sandwich in his throat chokes him. Hiromi scrambles to get out, nearly barreling into the other man. "Y-You!" Hiromi bellows, raising a finger.

"Hiya," Manager Oka greets him, chuckling. "Sorry for catching you at a bad time. I, uh — well, I had your order."

"Oh," Hiromi grumbles, his cheeks pinkening. "Come around to the back."

He leads, hearing Manager Oka's footsteps steadily behind him.

"Wow," Manager Oka points out, nodding to the array of bluish-purple irises and snowdrops and yellow tsubaki in a garden-plot. "Did you plant them yourself?"

"Mhm! For special arrangements!" Hiromi says excitedly.

After a moment, he forces himself to scowl and deepen his voice.

"Give me the freakin' order…"

Unfazed, Manager Oka unzips the carrier-bag, presenting Shadow's new custom-made board. "I had trouble with your sketch you provided on the deck's concept art, so let me know if — " As Manager Oka helpfully goes on, Hiromi notices Shadow's personal design backgrounded in red chrysanthemums and several 'birds of paradise' flowers. " — I can redo any of the changes — "

"Did you research these flowers?" Hiromi demands, turning pinker than before.

"Hmm?" Manager Oka glances over the skateboard, nodding. "Sure I did."

"AAACK!"

Hiromi runs his fingers through his tuft of orange hair, nervously sweating.

Love?

Why would he use flowers meaning love and freedom and joy — AND LOVE?!

"Birds of paradise symbolize warmer climates, don't they?" Manager Oka points out, and Hiromi gawks. "Red chrysanthemums for the deep passion to your interests? Did I get that wrong or something?"

Hiromi nearly collapses, swaying, tugging his brown apron over his head.

"Erm… it's fine as it is…"

Manager Oka shrugs.

"Alright then," he says, zipping the skateboard in and passing the carrier-bag to Hiromi. "By the way, it's nice to see someone who embraces his masculinity — and at the same time, someone who isn't afraid to enjoy pretty flowers. That's the manliest thing I can think of." Manager Oka eyes him, grinning.

WHH — ?!

Hiromi drops his apron, gawking harder.

"You can surprise me where I work next time," Manager Oka offers, disappearing out the gate with a wink and another chuckle.

After a long, heart-pounding moment of silence, a blushing Hiromi returns in.

He woozily stares at the ceiling.

Hiromi's face beams.

Yes… yes!

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What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger?

From the creative minds that bought you Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone was released for the Nintendo 3DS in 2012 in Japan and worldwide in 2013, receiving great praise as it bought characters from three legendary game developers -- Capcom, Sega, and Namco Bandai -- to crossed worlds, dimensions, and the fabric of time for the ultimate cross-over tactical RPG mashup!

But what if the cross zone had gotten a whole lot bigger with even MORE titles and are joined by even more characters from surprising guest companies.

What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger? explores what would happen if the events of Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone, and Project X Zone 2 occurred differently with the inclusion of characters, worlds, and universes of Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, Square Enix, and much more. For example, my fan-made original story movie inspired by the crossover RPG.

The Project X Zone Movie (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Nickelodeon x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Channel Federator x Channel Awesome)

The Project X Zone Movie 2: Fate of Many Worlds (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Marvel x Star Wars x Level-5)

NAMCO BANDAI

Namco X Capcom (Reiji Arisu, Xiaomu)

Project X Zone (Mii Koryuji, Kogoro Tenzai)

Tekken (Jin Kazama, Kazuya Mishima, Heihachi Mishima, Ling Xiaoyu, Alisa Bosconovitch)

.hack// (Kite, BlackRose)

.hack//G.U. (Haseo)

Tales of Versperia (Yuri Lowell, Fylnn Scifo, Estelle Sidos Heurassein)

Summon Night 3 (Aty)

Adventure of Valkyrie (Valkyrie, Kurino Sandra, Sabine)

Bravoman (Arnold/Bravoman)

Wonder Momo (Kanda Momo/Wonder Momo)

Soulcalibur V (Natsu)

Soul Edge (Taki, Mitsurugi Heishiro)

Tales of Destiny (Rutee Katrea, Stahn Aileron)

Xenosaga (KOS-MOS, MOMO, Shion Uzuki)

Tower of Druaga (Gilgamesh, Ki)

Shadow Land (Tarosuke)

The Genji and the Heike Clans (Taira no Kagekiyo)

Baraduke (Masuyo Tobi)

Burning Force (Hiromi Tengenji)

Ordyne (Miyuki Chan)

Dig Dug (Taizo Hori)

Klonoa (Klonoa, Guntz)

God Eater (Alisa Ilinichina Amiella, Soma Schicksal, Lindow Amamiya, Ciel Alencon, Nana Kouzuki)

Yumeria (Neneko, Neito)

CAPCOM

Street Fighter (Ryu, Ken Masters, Chun-li, Guile, Cammy White, Ingrid)

Ghosts n' Goblins (Sir Arthur)

Okami (Amaterasu, Issun)

Viewtiful Joe (Viewtiful Joe, Sexy Silvia)

Monster Hunter (Monster Hunter, Felyne, Palico, Gore Magala)

Breath of Fire III (Ryu, Nina, Momo, Garr, Rei, Peco, Honey)

Resident Evil Revelations (Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine)

Resident Evil 6 (Leon S. Kennedy, Helena Harper, Ada Wong)

Resident Evil: Dead Aim (Bruce McGivern, Fong Ling)

Ace Attorney (Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes)

Darkstalkers(Morrigan Aensland, Demitri Maximoff, Felicia, Hsien-Ko, Donovan Baine, Anita, Jon Talbain, Victor Von Gedenheim)

Dead Rising (Frank West)

Devil May Cry (Dante, Trish, Lady, Nero, Nico)

Bionic Commando (2009) (Nathan Spencer)

Captain Commando (Captain Commando, Hoover (Baby Head), Jennety (Mack the Knife), Sho (Ginzu the Ninja))

Dino Crisis (Regina)

Final Fight (Guy, Mike Haggar)

Mega Man (Rock/Mega Man, Roll, Blues/Proto Man, Rush, Tango, Eddie, Beat)

Mega Man X(X, Zero, Axl)

Mega Man Legends (Tron Bonne, Servbots, Mega Man Volnutt, Roll Casket)

Star Gladiator (June Lin Milliam)

Strider (Strider Hiryu)

Forgotten Worlds (Unknown Soldier 1P, Unknown Solider 2P, Sylphie)

Cyberbots (Jin Saotome, Princess Devilotte de Death Satan IX)

SEGA

Billy Hatcher (Billy Hatcher, Chick Poacher, Rolly Roll, Bantam Scrambled)

Golden Axe (Ax Battler, Gilius Thunderhead, Tyris Flare)

Panzer Dragon (Keil Fluge, Blue Dragon)

Alex Kidd (Alex Kidd, Stella)

NiGHTS into Dreams (NiGHTS)

Skies of Arcadia (Vyse, Aika, Fina, Cupil, Gilder, Enrique, Drachma)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower, Knuckles the Echidna, Amy Rose, Shadow the Hedgehog)

Sonic Boom (Sticks the Badger)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta, Jeanne, Viola, Luka)

Virtua Fighter (Akira Yuki, Pai Chan, Kage-Maru)

Fighting Vipers (Bahn)

Shenmue (Ryo Hazuki)

Shinobi (Hotsuma)

Shinobi: Nightshade (Hibana)

Space Channel 5 (Ulala)

Streets of Rage (Axl Stone)

Sakura Wars (Ichiro Ogami, Sakura Shinguji, Gemini Sunrise, Erica Fontaine)

Yakuza/Like A Dragon (Kazama Kiryu, Goro Majima, Ichiban Kasuga)

Resonance of Fate (Zephyr, Leanne, Vashyron)

Valkyria Chronicles III(Kurt Irving, Riela Marcellis, Imca)

Sega Saturn Advertisements (Segata Sanshiro, Sega Shiro (Segata's son))

Shining Force EXA(Toma, Cyrille)

Dynamite Cop (Bruno Delinger)

Zombie Revenge (Rikiya Busujima)

NINTENDO

Fire Emblem Warriors (Rowan, Lianna)

Fire Emblem: Awakening (Chrom, Lucina)

Xenoblade Chronicles (Fiora, Shulk)

DISNEY

Gravity Falls (Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus)

American Dragon: Jake Long (Jake Long, Trixie, Spud, Fu Dog, Lao Shi)

Darkwing Duck (Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck)

DuckTales (2017) (Scrooge McDuck, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby Vanderquack, Launchpad McQuack)

Phineas & Ferb (Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Isabella Garcia-Sharpio, Burford Van Stromm, Baljeet Rai, Candace Flynn, Agent P)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (Randy Cunningham)

Mighty Med (Oliver, Kaz)

Sofia the First (Princess Sofia the First)

Disney's Descendants (Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos)

Wreck-It Ralph (Vanellope Von Schweetz)

The Simpsons (Bart Simpson)

The Lion Guard (Kion, Bunga, Fuli, Besthe, Ono, Anga)

PIXAR

Brave (Princess Merida of DunBroch)

The Incredibles (Mr. Incredibles, Elastigrl, Violet Parr, Dash Parr, Jack-Jack Parr, Frozone)

MARVEL

Captain America

Iron Man

Thor

Hulk

Black Widow

Hawkeye

Falcon

Vision

Wasp

Captain Marvel

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Black Panther

Spider-Man

Doctor Strange

Iron Fist

Ghost Rider

She-Hulk

Wolverine

Storm

X-23

Future Avengers (Makoto/Hurricane, Chloe/Charade, Adi/Codec, Bruno/Twister)

STAR WARS

Rey

Finn

Poe Dameron

BB-8

CARTOON NETWORK

Ben 10(Ben Tennyson, Gwen Tennyson, Kevin Levin)

Generator Rex (Rex, Six, Bobo)

The Life & Times of Juniper Lee (Juniper Lee)

The Powerpuff Girls (Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (Mac, Bloo)

Dexter's Labratory(Dexter)

Samurai Jack (Samurai Jack)

Ed, Edd, n Eddy (Ed, Double D (Edd), Eddy)

OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes (Kaio O. Kincaid (K.O.), Radicles X, Enid Mettle)

NICKELODEON

SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks)

Fairly OddParents (Timmy Turner, Cosmo, Wanda, Poof)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Zuko)

Winx Club (Bloom, Stella, Aisha, Techa, Musa, Flora)

El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera (Manny Rivera/El Tigre, Frida)

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (Jimmy Neutron)

Danny Phantom (Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton)

My Life as a Teenage Robot (XJ9/Jenny Wakeman)

Glitch Techs (Miko "Me_K.O." Kubto, Hector "High Five" Nieves, Ridley, B.I.T.T., Zahra Rashid)

SQUARE EINX

Kingdom Hearts (Sora, Riku, Kairi, Ventus)

The World Ends with You (Neku Sakuraba, Shiki Misaki, Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito, Raimu “Rhyme” Bito, Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu, Rindo Kanade, Tosai “Fret” Furesawa, Nagi Usui, Shoka Sakurane)

Final Fantasy (Warrior of Light)

Final Fantasy II (Firion)

Final Fantasy III (Onion Knight)

Final Fantasy IV (Cecil Harvey)

Final Fantasy V (Bartz Klauser)

Final Fantasy VI (Terra Branford)

Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith, Cid, Yuffie) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy VIII (Squall Leonheart) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy IX (Zidane Tribal)

Final Fantasy X (Tidus)

Final Fantasy XI (Shantotto)

Final Fantasy XII (Vaan)

Final Fantasy XIII (Lightning)

Final Fantasy XIV (Y'shtola)

Final Fantasy XV (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

OTHER TITLES

CHANNEL AWESOME

Nostalgia Critic (Nostalgia Critic)

Angry Video Game Nerd (Angry Video Game Nerd)

Atop the 4th Wall (Linkara)

The Angry Joe Show (Angry Joe)

LEVEL-5

Professor Layton (Professor Hershel Layton, Luke Triton)

CHANNEL FEDERATOR

Bravest Warriors (Chris Kirkman, Beth Tezuka, Danny Vasquez, Wallow, Plum, Catbug)

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