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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘻𝘦𝘯'𝘪𝘯. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻!𝗻𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08━━ 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗼3.

⠀𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐧?

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩.

The day has finally come where you would find yourself dress shopping for your wedding. The process was unorthodox, yes. Quite sudden, yes. But it was a journey you already agreed on. It’s been a few weeks since you've been “dating” Naoya Zen’in, and honestly–it hasn’t been all that bad. He gave you the space as requested, still trying to get to know you. Every morning, Naoya had breakfast delivered, feeling like it would be a perfect way to enjoy each other’s company. However, something told you that he was only being this nice to have sex again. Though, you didn’t want to make that assumption of him by default. Despite how flirtatious Naoya may be, if he wanted to have sex he would’ve expressed that to you. You know. Like how he did the first time.

You would have steamy makeout sessions every now and then, but it would never go beyond kissing. Perhaps you were trying to see how long it would take for him to break? If he’s not getting his cravings fulfilled by you, he can go elsewhere. But you should know that would have happened. Naoya made it clear that you’re the only woman he has eyes for. As he said before, “None can compare to you.” And trust, that wasn’t only meant for bedroom talk. You couldn’t lie. With the exceptions of his unnecessary comments and arrogant personality, Naoya has been very sweet to you. He ensured you were a hundred percent comfortable while living with him. He took care of all your living expenses as promised, and even assigned his personal driver, Tanaka, as yours. There was nothing for you to complain about. Again, unorthodox. But in a good way.

But you still wanted to take your time while being in this arrangement.

You didn’t go all the way with him just yet. Only giving Naoya a side that everyone else was already familiar with. There was this bit of vulnerability you had that was locked away, and only your best friend, Satoru, and sister, Kassandra, knew about it. Unfortunately, it was the pain you still harbored from your first relationship. Still, you didn’t know why he left without a word. He tried reaching out to you many times, even through Satoru, but you didn’t want to hear the sad excuse he had to offer you. And your best friend knew not to bring him up–ever. Although you didn’t want your past feelings to affect whatever it is you’re building with Naoya, it was hard not because of his notable bachelor status.

Whoever he had sex with before you wasn’t your concern. As you told him a few weeks back, if your feelings end up being heavily involved while dating, then he needs to be fully committed to you, and you only. Naoya was not a relationship type of man. He made that clear, and it’s very clear to you. It was strange to see how serious he was about this. You cannot handle another heartbreak, especially while somewhat still dealing with the last one. But you chose to give Naoya a chance, so as he said before, “‘til death do us part.”

Anyways, back to the task at hand. Dress shopping.

You’ve been trying on dresses for the last two hours. Seeing how beautiful you looked was nice, but the process was tedious. Honestly, you rather have a designer take your measurements and describe your dream dress because whatever you tried on wasn’t giving you that umph you wanted. Yeah, that’s what you’re going to do. However, for now, you’ll continue trying on gowns. Besides, it’s been awhile since the girls got together to gossip, and with the added glasses of champagne, you knew there would be a lot of that. Of course, the gossip is centered around you and your new fiancé.

You raised your brows, incredulously scoffing from your aunt not knowing about the arrangement. “Oh? Your sister didn’t tell you that this is an arranged marriage? She’s the one that found him for me.”

You raised your brows, incredulously scoffing from your aunt’s naïvetéy from the arrangement. “Oh? Your sister didn’t tell you that this is an arranged marriage? She’s the one that found him for me.”

Her jaw dropped while looking at your mother. “Marjorie.”

“[Y/N] just needed some help. She hasn’t been in a relationship in awhile,” your mother uttered. 

“No, I just needed some time, mother. And out of everyone, you chose Naoya Zen’in. Have you not heard about him?”

“I have, but maybe you can change him. Besides, the way he’s been spoiling you these last few weeks, I don’t see any reason to complain.”

You gave her a look. “That’s not the point.”

“Mrs. Zen’in, we found another dress for you to try on,” the saleswoman interrupted. 

“Did he—you know what? Never mind.” You followed her back to the dressing room. While you did so, your family continued with the conversation. 

“Mom. [Y/N] is right. If you wanted her to be with someone just for money, you could’ve let her choose Gojo or Nanami,” Kassandra joined. 

“Satoru is my best friend, and Ke-I mean Nanami is my boss!” you shouted from the dressing room.

“[Y/N], I don’t know if you’re trying to be modest, but anyone can see how weak those two are for you.”

“Nanami? Hm, maybe I should’ve asked him.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. Mom, please.”

“Marjorie, [Y/N] is not a little kid anymore. She’s twenty-six and very capable of making her own decisions. I’m surprised she even agreed to this.”

“Thank you, Auntie Sheila!”

“Is it a crime for me to want my daughter to be happy?”

“Who said I wasn’t happy?”

“Well, ever since Ge-“

“Could you please not bring him up?” you interrupted. Your mom didn’t know details about your last relationship, so she tended to bring him up. You walked out of the dressing room, standing in the middle to see the gown. “How are we feeling about this?”

“Nah,” everyone said in unison.

“Agree. It does scream at me. I think I’m just going to get my dress custom made.”

“[Y/N], do you like him?” your grandma asked. 

Naoya was—Naoya. As you said before, he’s a sweet guy when he wants to be, and he cared for you well. The conversations you held were surprisingly pleasant, bonding over a shared interest of reading literature. You never took him as the reading type, but Naoya informed you that he would indulge if time permits him every once in a while. You two had your ways, bickering about the tiniest things as if you were already married. However, it was never anything that would make you want to reconsider marrying him. 

You went on a few more dates after your first, and went to sleep together from time to time. You had to admit. Naoya had this warmth you could easily fall asleep in. His light snores and soft huffs tickled your neck, pulling strings in your heart. He was showing you a side of him that you didn’t expect. It was nice. Really nice, actually. But as far as liking him? You weren’t sure. And if you did, that wasn’t something you would admit to anytime soon. You hated how much your guard was up due to your last relationship, but you couldn’t afford another heartbreak. 

“I’m not sure, grams. Naoya has his ways, but he’s a nice guy.”

“Well, you’re a smart woman, and I know you know what’s best for you. Do whatever your heart says. I just want you to be happy. Regardless if your mother is meddling into your love life or not,” she said while giving your mother a look. 

“Yeah—you’re right. Thank you, grams,” you replied, giving her a soft smile. “Alright, it’s time for me to go. I promised Satoru that I would hang out with him today.”

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After parting ways with your family, you had Tanaka pick you up to drop you off at Satoru’s place. It’s been awhile since you last saw each other because you’ve been busy with work and spending time with Naoya. Of course, you kept in contact through texting and video chatting, but there was nothing more your best friend wanted than to see you. So you planned on spending the rest of the weekend with Satoru, which made him happy. Sometimes you find it hard to believe how close you two became, especially since he was also the best friend of your ex-boyfriend, Suguru. 

You went to the same high school, but it wasn’t until your freshman year of college that you were acquainted. Satoru was your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, so you had small talk here and there when you were around each other. However, it was your breakup with Suguru that blossomed your current friendship. He felt bad seeing how broken you were over your Suguru. Almost every other day, Satoru would come by your dorm to check on you to see how you were holding up. Honestly, you didn’t know why he did this. You assumed since you and Suguru were over, you wouldn’t talk to Satoru anymore. But actually, it was the complete opposite.

You became two peas in a pod the more you talked. You shared a sweet tooth. Though, you don’t think anyone would surpass him when it came to that. When it was time for your holiday breaks, you would return home with Satoru by your side because he didn’t have the best relationship with his family. And since then, any holiday or family get together you had, he would always go with you. If people saw you, they knew Satoru would be around, vice versa. But sometimes, that wouldn’t always be the case.

Satoru knew how hard it was dealing with your heartbreak and focusing on your studies. Anything you needed, he ensured to do his best to help you. Whether it was your assignments needing to be done or a shoulder to cry on. He would do whatever was needed to get your mind off Suguru. Going to the movies. Taking trips. Stuffing your faces with a shared tug of ice cream while getting high off the sweetest edibles he baked. His goal was to see you smile no matter what, and you couldn’t be more appreciative of his efforts. Other than your sister, Satoru was the only one to have access to your vulnerability. Still until this day, if you ever catch yourself wanting to cry, he would be the first person you would call. 

It didn’t take long to reach his apartment building. You paid your gratitude to Tanaka, telling him to take the next few days off because you would be here the rest of the weekend. Your heels tapping the porcelain tiles echoed through the lobby while you made your way to the elevator. You stepped inside, scanning the keycard Satoru gave you to reach the fortieth floor. Sometimes you wonder why he chose to live on the top floor, but knowing your best friend, he did so to be on his own floor. You hated being on the elevator for long, so you were glad there were no stops on the way. 

The elevator took you directly in front of Satoru’s door to which you used the same card to enter his penthouse.

“Toru?”

He came out of his room to look over the railing, smiling ear-to-ear from seeing you. Gojo rushed downstairs to scoop you off your feet into the tightest hug. “[Y/N]! I missed you so much. You left me for weeks.”

You giggled. “I missed you too, ‘Toru. And I didn’t leave you. I’ve been busy with work.”

“And spending time with Naoya,” he murmured, annoyingly. He set you down gently on your feet, bending down to take off your heels. 

“You know I can take them off myself?”

“I know. But it’s harder for you because you have on your nails. Plus, I want to do this.”

You gave him a soft smile. “How are you? Everything’s been okay?”

“Now that you’re here. Better. What about you?”

“Tired. I just came back from dress shopping.”

“Did you find anything?”

“No. The dresses were too bland. I’m going to get a custom instead.”

“I can help you find someone.”

“That would be great. Someone quick too. Six months is practically around the corner.” You walked to the couch to lay down, feeling exhausted from being out all morning. 

“So you’re really getting married, huh?” 

“I am, ‘Toru. I told you I’m giving him a chance.”

“You should’ve given me a chance instead,” he argued.

“You know, that’s why Kassandra thinks you have a ‘weak spot’ for me. Because you say things like that.”

That’s because he did. Satoru was in love with you. More than you can even imagine. He had his fair of women throughout the years, but they were never you. Your beauty. Your amazing personality. He thought everything about you was perfect. He scowled Suguru many times, even now, for letting someone like you slip through his fingers. Yes, you were his best friend. But he wanted more. If there was ever a time you gave Satoru a chance, he would cherish you to pieces. Maybe you would have taken him seriously if he wasn’t such a natural flirt? Probably not. He knew you truly saw him as nothing more than a dear friend. 

These feelings were kept hidden from you. He’s been waiting years to confess but was never given the perfect opportunity. Satoru didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability because he knew you were still hung up on Suguru. And honestly, these feelings would probably stay hidden. Before anything, he was best friends with you and Suguru. The last thing he wanted was to dent your friendship due to his love for you. Though, lately, Satoru has been making those comments more than usual. Seeing you consider marrying Naoya caught him by surprise. 

He nervously chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right. I should probably stop. “Anyways, how’s it going with him?”

“Hm, it’s going. According to him, we’re ‘dating in a marriage.’ To others, we refer to each other as fiancé (or fiancée), but to us we’re just getting to know each other.”

“And he convinced you to move in with him? I’ve been asking you for years, [Y/N].”

“Toru,” you scoffed. “It’s not the same. You know that. Please don’t try to guilt trip me.”

“I’m not trying to. It’s just we’ve been friends since college and we never roomed together. You always say no when I ask. Why?”

“Because—”

“You think Suguru is going to pop up one day?” How you averted your eyes elsewhere gave him your answer. “He doesn’t do pop ups, and if he ever planned on coming, I would tell you.”

“Would you?” 

“Yeah, I would. And I think Suguru told me he’ll be returning to the city. There’s this annual gala. He’ll be going.”

“Are you going?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Naoya told me about it last night. I’m his date.”

“Will you be okay?”

“As long as Getou doesn’t come near me, I should be fine.”

“He’s been trying to apologize.”

You rolled your eyes. “Four years later? Not interested. 

“I agree what he did was fucked up. But I don’t like being in the middle, [Y/N]. You know that.”

“I don’t know what he’s telling you, but I never said you can’t hang out with him or to pick a side. We’re just not hanging out together.”

“But I want us to hang out together. That’s the thing,” he argued. 

“If you’re looking for a wing woman to help with your shenanigans, I’m sure Shoko wouldn’t mind tagging along…. or not.”

“[Y/N]-”

“Satoru. Please. I came here to get high and hang out with you, not to talk about my ex,” you sassed.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. It’s just a touchy subject.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “Well, time to get high. I already made the edibles.”

“Toru, I thought we agreed that I would bake them. You make them too sweet. It overpowers the weed.”

“Okay, we’ll eat these and see what they’ll do. I still have leftover butter, so can you show me how to cook them properly?”

You gave him a smile. “Sounds good to me.”

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 - @dejwrites @sailewhoremoon @ripperdoc-is-daddy @obitohno @nova-siims @caribbeanwifey19 @annie-franny @tojissword

Meeting a Beautiful Fan

w/sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotarou, and atsumu miya

fluff. 1k wc. rip to fictional friend aiko.

♡ Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Um, hello.”

“Hey….Hi.”

“Are you Sakusa Kyoomi?”

“Yeah, that’s-“ This is an angel. He’s looking at an angel right now. “That’s me.”

“Oh! Okay,” You nod, gesturing at the matching jersey in your hand. “If you’re not too busy, can you sign this jersey?”

Sakusa nods silently and reaches for the shirt, nearly swallowing his tongue as his fingers brush with yours. “Who should I… make it out to?”

“Oh um - if you can, can you just wish my friend a happy birthday? Her name’s Aiko.”

“Oh, this is a gift.” He sounds impassive but that’s because he’s having a meltdown on the inside. “‘Was wondering why I haven’t seen you at any of the games.”

“Yeah, my friend’s a huge fan but she’ll be overseas until next year so, I came and got some souvenirs to send her.” He nods at the explanation, but nearly overheats when you continue. “But your plays were amazing, this being the first time I’m seeing them in person. I can see why she’s such a big fan.”

“Thank you. I uh..” He glances around. “I appreciate it.”

“Uh no, thank you-“

“Wait there a sec- Miya!”

Atsumu looks over and trots to him with a smile, bouncing the novelty foam ball in his hand and nearly dropping it once he’s got a glance at the dime standing in front of his teammate.

“Heya there, angel-“

“Can I have that?” He points to the ball.

Atsumu immediately catches on. “Oh, sure thing! Here, gorgeous, ya want me ta sign it-“

“No.” Sakusa takes it out of his hand and scribbles on it with his pen. “Here, uh… keep this for yourself.”

“Hm? Oh.” You reach for the ball and Atsumu nearly croons at the sound of your voice. He nearly says something to, if not for the clear call of dibs drilling holes in his head as Sakusa side eyes him.

You smile and it’s straight out of a day dream. “I appreciate it, thank you.”

Sakusa nods as you side-step your way out of the line and they both wave back at you as you walk away.

Atsumu smacks his teeth. “There she goes, ma future wife walking off with your number.”

Sakusa elbows him.

♡ Bokuto Kotarou

“Uh, are you Bokuto?” A voice inquires softly behind him.

Kotarou turns with a gleeful smile to address the fan standing behind him. Smiling widely as he cheers from the deeper portion of his chest. “Hey, Hey….H-Hey!”

Holy shit.

You return his grin with a closed mouth smile as you bow, hardly paying any mind to the way his grin slowly falls into a disbelieving gape. “Nice to meet you.”

“Y-…Yeah, it really is!” He stammers a bit nervously. “Nice to meet you, I mean. It’s- It’s really nice to meet you too!”

You snicker somewhat and his chest caves in.

“That’s great!” Your attempt to exclaim with him is poor and a little cut off by the sheer silliness of trying to match his energy but it’s cute regardless. He barely registers the jersey in your hand, too busy planning out what your wedding reception is gonna look like.

“Is it okay if I ask you to sign this?” You simper.

Ko takes it out of your hand with an eager few nods. “Yeah! Of course!” He whips out his marker. “And what’s the pretty girl’s pretty name?”

“Oh, it’s- Well this is actually a gift for my friend, Aiko. Who’s a huge fan. But I’m-…My name’s ____.” You stumble a bit.

He nearly croons. Are you nervous? He’s the one staring at the girl of his dreams right now! Ah, and you’re such a good friend! Going out of your way to get your friend a gift like this! He swears he’d swoon over you if he could.

“Yeah? Birthday?” You nod as he regains a bit of his composure. “Cool. Cool. And are uh… are you a fan?”

“Me? Oh, this is actually my first game.” You admit. “But it was really fun watching you play. Your…line shots? I think? They’re super duper cool!” You beam up at him, he nearly clenches his heart in duress.

Ko gasps. “Thank you!! Sometimes I forget how to do ‘em!!” The two of you giggle a little together. “But I’m flattered regardless! Think after this match you’ll become a regular?”

You shrug. “Maybe. If I can find some time between school work.”

“College student?” You give him an affirming hum. “That’s really cool. Well - Hey, I’d like to see you again regardless?”

He rips a thin sheet of signing paper from the table beside him and bends to jot his phone number on it before folding it a couple times.

Ko turns back to you and somehow you’re even cuter than you were when he first looked at you. “If that’s… alright? Maybe we can catch a drink or something later?”

You give him a bit of a disbelieving smile but take it regardless. Belatedly he realizes what a small chance it was that you’d even be single. “O-Oh! Yeah sure that’d be great.”

Ko smiles excitedly, like he’s won twice today. “Great! Well, I’ll uh- I’ll talk to you later?”

“Definitely.” You smile, and he’s floating on cloud 9 as you start to walk away. “Bye!”

“Bye-Bye!”

♡ Atsumu Miya

Atsumu’s smile wavers when you shuffle into the front of the line but only because he’s a little too surprised to remain cordial. It’s not every day that your dream girl shows up in line to ask you for an autograph.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” He immediately grabs the foam ball to the left of him. “Didn’t know they let angels in here?”

You smile a little at his quip but you aren’t as affected by it as he’d like you to be. “Ah, that’s very kind of you, Miya-san. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, gorgeous.” His chair creaks as he stands up, and he cradles the toy between his elbow as he reaches for the novelty plushie in your hand. “So, who am I makin’ it out to?”

“My friend, Aiko? It’s her birthday.” You shift on your heels as he signs the doll. “She’s a huge fan. I really wanted to surprise her.”

“Yeah? That’s awful sweet of ya.” He smiles. You glow under the gym lights, he doesn’t know if it’s the afterglow of success or just the sheer desirability you exude that’s making you so painfully attractive to him right now. “What’s Aiko’s friend's name is what I really wanna know?”

“Me? Oh, my name’s ____.”

“Figures.” He tuts. “It fits ya, pretty.”

Atsumu bounces the ball sitting in the crook of his arm down to his palms as he hands you back the toy, quickly scribbling a little note on it before you can get the chance to thank him for his signature.

“Hey,” He leans in hushedly, you follow his lead, “It’s gonna kill me if I miss a chance like this, so here.” Atsumu sneaks the ball into your hands. “If you’re available?”

You glance at his handwriting on the ball and smile abashedly. The little giggle you let out makes his face hot. “Yeah? Sure thing.”

“A’right!” He leans back cheerfully, waving you off before the rest of his fans can catch on. “See ya later then, sweetpea.”

You smile as he twiggles his fingers at you from the stand, watching you disappear into the crowd even as his next fan stands in front to receive their own signature.

The ball crunches slightly against your wandering fingers.

“Your future boyfriend, Tsumu. <3 xxx-xxx-xxx.”

reblog = 1 prayer for aiko 😔

— A BLESSING IN DISGUISE FT. EREN JAEGER !

☰ synopsis: eren has an annoying habit of going back on his word. this time however, you’re more than glad that he does.

contains: female reader, penetrative sex, period sex, smallest bit of fingering, praise, established relationship. reader is a lil in their head. one mention of blood and pregnancy. 2k words.

you know better than to believe a single word that comes out of eren’s mouth.

not that he’s a liar per se—there’s no malintent behind his actions, especially when it comes to you. it’s just that, he can often be found saying, and doing the opposite of what he really wants.

like yesterday, for instance. he made himself nice and comfortable on your side of the bed—tossing pillows and destroying neatly tucked sheets as he swore up and down that he was simply keeping it warm while you did your skincare. fifteen minutes of pampering later, and there’s a small dark spot forming right beneath the mouth of your now fast asleep and immovable boyfriend.

add that to his already lengthy resume—filled to the brim with reassuring promises of nah i’m not hungry, i’m not sleeping, i don’t care where we eat, and your personal favourite, i don’t even get cold—and there you have it, a bad habit. you know better, though. he is hungry, he’s about to fall asleep, he’s not in the mood for burgers, and he can’t even feel his ears and fingers anymore.

you’re well acquainted with this habit. you know better than anyone how annoying it is. even so, eren can make it seem like a blessing in disguise.

“i said no,” you huff, firmly pressing a wet hand against his chest as you peer out from behind the dark grey shower curtain.

you watch as a few water droplets run down his chest—mocking you as they inch lazily along the ridges of his abs, ultimately disappearing as they absorb into the waistband of his sweats. in that brief moment, you second guess your answer.

“come on, there’re benefits y’know,” he hums, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling—a smug attempt at coaxing you out from behind the pesky fabric. he semi succeeds, forcing your free arm to cup your breasts as you stumble forwards a bit.

benefits, huh? you make a mental note not to be alarmed if you see can i still have sex with my girl when she’s on her period in his browser history at some point.

“eren,” you wince, feeling that infamous throb in your lower abdomen. his gaze softens ever so subtly upon noticing, and he’s quick to loosen his grip—non verbally telling you to shuffle back into the hot water. “we are not having sex while i’m on my period,” you mumble, “dream on.”

you’re not against the idea—hell, you’re famous for pouncing on any and all opportunities that involve him fucking you. however, your worry stems from the inevitable mess you’d make on him. the last thing you want is to gross him out.

“fine, just lemme in,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his head against the wall right outside the shower. “i’ll behave.”

“yeah, right,” you smile to yourself and roll your eyes as you reach for your body wash—vanilla coconut, eren’s favourite. surely he won’t mind. “behaving isn’t really one of your strengths.”

“but making you feel good is,” he hums. you don’t need to look to know he’s sporting that infamous grin, but something possesses you to turn around anyways—and there it is, ear to ear as he leans his head past the curtain and eyes you up and down.

you don’t feel your best, and you’re certain you’re not looking it either with all those lingering pms symptoms—it’s day one after all. eren however, is staring at you like you’re the most gorgeous being to grace this planet. you’re not sure whether to attribute it to his hormones or yours—but that insatiable glint in his eyes is indisputable, and hot.

a long, drawn out sigh falls from your lips as you turn your back on him again, continuing to lather yourself up. he watches silently, waiting for what he knows is coming. you’re going to kick him out of the bathroom in five. four. three. two.

“are you coming or not?”

one point eren. he rids himself of his clothes in a matter of seconds—not that he was wearing all that much to begin with, but it probably broke a record for something, somewhere. he’s standing behind you now, tugging at your hips until your back is flush with his chest. his chin digs into your shoulder as he wraps his hands around you, rubbing them dangerously low on your tummy. you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and warm—every ounce of self control he has is working overtime.

“eren,” you warn, feeling his lips start to leave open mouthed kisses along your neck. you have to lie to yourself—filling your brain with the worst possible outcomes. if you don’t, you’ll be the one to lose control, and then you’d really be fucked—in more ways than one.

“just relax,” he hums, dropping his hands lower and pressing a palm against the plush skin right between your hip bones—simultaneously grazing his fingers against your folds. “i’ve got you.”

whether or not that was intentional is up for debate—but it was you squirming nonetheless. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth as a precautionary measure, letting yourself lean back against him. that dull ache from earlier—you’re sure it’s still there, you just can’t feel it anymore because you’re too focused on him.

“tell me if you want me to stop, ‘kay?” he whispers, warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he gives your hips a light squeeze. he settles a hand back between your legs, pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit and circling it slowly.

“e-eren,” you choke out, craning your neck to the side in hopes of seeing his face.

“mm, yeah baby? feel good?” he shifts his gaze to you, charming smile glued to his lips as he runs a finger along your slit a few times—focusing back on your clit with a faster pace. he’s pretty, baby hairs clinging to his forehead and cheeks tinted a light pink—either the heat of the room is finally getting to him, or you are. his movements are rather simple, but they have you nearing orgasm already. you chalk it up to his sweet talking, or maybe it’s those damn hormones—oh, yeah.

curious, you tilt your head downwards. will eren have blood on his fingers? will he stop if he does? and what if he—

“hey,” before your eyes can even make it between your legs, he’s placing a hand on your throat—forcing you to lean back against his shoulder and look at him as he peers down. “don’t worry about it,” he mumbles, rubbing his thumb on your skin, “gonna fuck you either way, y’know that, right?”

“please,” you whimper, squirming until you’re free from his grasp, “i need you.” you turn to face him for the first time, snaking your arms around his neck and kissing him. you can feel him smirking against your lips, and if you had to guess—you’d say he’s amused by how eager you’ve suddenly become.

“i must be dreaming,” he throws your comment from earlier back at you, words muffling into your mouth. you’re not immune to his smugness, even in your desperate state—you wrap a hand around his cock, running your thumb across the tip.

his breath hitches, and the movement of his lips against yours falters briefly as he groans into your mouth. your power trip ends almost as quickly as it starts though, because now you’re being pressed against the cool ceramic as eren slips his tongue into your mouth.

“fuck,” he hisses, wiping at the little string of spit that hangs from your bottom lip as he pulls away. he hooks an arm underneath one of your legs and lines himself up at your entrance, peering up at you with hungry eyes. “hold on to me.”

you gasp in unison as he pushes the head of his cock into you, absentmindedly digging your nails into each other’s skin. he rests his forearm just above your head, more or less letting his hips do the work—though his pace is slow, presumably from him not wanting to go too hard.

you on the other hand, have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from begging him to go harder. instead, you do it yourself—or at least you try. the position he has you in makes it rather impossible for you to gain any type of control, but you buck and twist your hips nonetheless, searching greedily for more.

again, eren is amused by this, flashing a devilish grin at your meager attempt to get yourself off on his cock—how adorable. he’s not an idiot, though. if this is what you want, it’s what you’ll get.

he thrusts into you, harder, faster—brows pulling together in concentration as he stares down at the spot where you connect. shit. on instinct, you tilt your head forward.

“don’t,” he growls, wrapping a hand around your throat again, a little rougher this time. “eyes on me, baby. only me.”

he holds your gaze, savouring the way your face contorts with each drag of his cock, the way your strangled moans echo off the walls—he’s on fire, and not from the blazing atmosphere of the room.

“fuckk,” he drawls, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. he’s close, but he needs to make you cum first—because his research also informed him that while low, there was still a risk of getting you pregnant. so, he’s going to pull out.

“eren, i’m gonna—hah,” you whimper, like music to his ears. the knot in your stomach tightens, but —you hold back, denying yourself the pleasure of cumming. all you can think of, is the crime scene that would appear below you.

“let it out, baby,” he chimes in, fully aware of how close you are. you’re clamping down on his cock, making it incredibly difficult for him to keep up that heavenly pace—but you know that ultimately his determination beats yours by a landslide. he rests his forehead against yours, tunnelling your vision even more. “cum for me,” he pants, “you deserve it, s-such a good girl.”

you can’t help it. you tilt your head back as your walls flutter around his cock, and he sees that as an opportunity to kiss and nip at your throat. he’s babbling strings of praise into your skin—feeling nothing but pride as you cum on him.

he barely pulls out in time, instantly shooting his load onto your torso as he fists his cock. his smile is lazy as he gathers a bit of his cum on his middle and index fingers, bringing them to your lips and almost cumming a second time as you stick your tongue out.

“fuck i love you,” he grunts, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you suck his fingers clean. he pulls you under the steady stream of water and kisses you—meticulously twisting and angling your bodies so that any remnants of mess, both his and yours, will never be seen by you.

“feel any better?” he asks, biting his black hair tie between his teeth as he tugs his wet hair into a much neater, but still somehow dishevelled bun.

“yeah,” you mumble, clinging to him for balance. you’re not sure when all the feeling disappeared from your legs, but it did—in the same way that your cramps have ceased to exist, for the time being at least. “so much for behaving.”

“c’mon,” he pauses as he reaches for the handle, making sure to keep an arm wrapped around you. “you just said you feel better.”

you stare at him blankly, hoping that if you do this long enough, he’ll be able to read your mind.

“what?” he tilts his head, searching your face for clues. only when you guide one of his hands onto your tits does he realize. “you need more, baby?” he grins, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “want me to make you feel the best you ever have?”

he’s def on twitter after this quoting the real men don’t mind getting a little blood on their swords thing ew (i like and rt it)

MISSED ME?

pairing: hobo eren x black fem!yn

synopsis: having mr.kruger as your last patient of the night wouldn’t be too bad, right?

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: hi i’m sebas & i’m fairly new to writing on tumblr! i was supposed to post this ages ago but chickened out, however i’ve gained the balls to post, so here i am! please be at least 17+ interacting with my works. enjoy <3.

content warning: eren being a tease, big dick!eren, mature language, cervix kissing, dirty talk, breeding, overstimming, mirror fucking, slight fluff, eren’s a pussy eating feen, squirting, a little thumb in booty action, degradation, slight betrayal, mentions of treason, probably many typos of mine

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Muzan x Fem! Reader

Warnings: rough sex, dub-con, creampies, praising, restraints, marking, gore?

Note: the first piece for Upper Moon October! Of course I had to start with Muzan cause I’ve never written for him before. Hopefully over the course of this month I’m able to capture his character a bit better! For now, enjoy!

Word count: 822

You were squirming, sweat dripping down your temple as you fought to keep yourself quiet. “Not a single fucking peep.” Your teeth sunk so harshly into the side of your cheek you tasted blood. You kept your eyes trained on his face, knowing better than to look away from the man pounding into you.

Your hands were pinned to the mattress, you couldn’t move them even if you wanted to. Crimson eyes, midnight black hair, skin so milky it glowed in the moonlight. Even if he wasn’t sweaty you were certain Muzan would glow either way. “You… you should be fucking thanking me.”

It was a husky growl, bending down so his mouth was pressing to your ear as his hips forced their way back and forth, cock plunging deeply over and over. “You’re trying so fucking hard to be good for me.” You wanted to make a sound, acknowledge him so he wouldn’t stop.

Yet you knew if you did, he’d leave all together. So you just continued as you were, squirming and struggling to keep your legs around his waist. “Keep it up and maybe I’ll reward you.” Your back arched, walls squeezing around him in hopes of showing him your enthusiasm.

He was leaning back now, letting you take in the sight of his sweaty face. It rather shocked you that one of his two commands was for you to remain silent. Muzan seemed like the type to get off on praise, begging, crying. Yet he wanted you to remain silent and keep eye contact. Those were his only two orders, if you obeyed? You’d be rewarded.

If you were to disobey? You’d likely pay with your life.

So you took it, copper taste coating your tongue as slick squelching sounds came from your cunt every time he pulled back out. His girth was splitting you open, the dull head kissing your cervix every time he pressed his hips into yours. It was so intense it was making your legs shake, thighs so tense that they threatened to cramp.

It was killing you to remain silent, especially with the way tears began to blur your vision as he seemingly sped up his pace. The bed would surely give in under the pressure, each thrust had your breasts jiggling almost painfully. You wanted nothing more than to shield yourself, still not over the embarrassment of being naked before the man you bowed to.

Though his cock slipping in and out of you was apparently easier to deal with than him seeing your bare breasts.

“You’re coming again…aren’t you?” You nodded, eyes threatening to close as pleasure swept over your abused body, littered in bruises that refused to heal. You watched through blurry eyes as a smirk spread over his face. “Good girl.” You hadn’t broken his two rules yet, even as you came for… a number you were too far gone to remember.

Muzan never slowed, his breathing was calm despite the rigorous way his hips were moving. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he wasn’t enjoying himself. Instead, you were steadily encouraged by the way you’d feel him twitch, cock throbbing continuously while your walls suctioned to him. Not even he could resist pleasure.

“You’re doing well…” he cooed, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. “What shall your reward be?” He drawled, you could partially hear the smirk on his lips. “My cum? Or my blood? What would you prefer?” His question nearly shocked a gasp out of you. “I’ll give you permission, since you did so well tonight. You may speak only one word.” He pulled away, just enough to see your face.

You swallowed, mouth opening and closing as you thought of your answer. Meekly you uttered “both.” And then you held your breath again, waiting for the potentially catastrophic outcome. Instead, you were met with a laugh. “Greedy? After everything I’ve given you tonight?” Maybe that wasn’t the right answer.

“Since you are so eager to consume what I have to offer you…”

It hit you all at once, toned hips slamming harshly into your sore thighs one last time as he spilled his release into your greedy cunt. All the while, he was jamming a finger in your neck, earning a shrill cry as he pumped more of his blood into you.

Muzan’s head fell backwards, your cunt squeezing him harsher than you had the entire night as your body thrashed against the sheets. Seconds of silence passed as you writhed, chest contracting almost painfully as your body attempted to adjust to the liquids that had just been put into it.

“I’m waiting for my thank you.” He whispered, deadly serious as he glared down at your pathetic form. Quiet and rough you muttered “thank you.” Finally letting your eyes close as he pulled himself out.

DEBT, CHAPTER SIX

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, ➣ chapter summary: toji's adventures during naoya's annual pool party.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @galaxness @ceeriusly-dumb @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @babe-im-bi @todo7roki @thicksimpx @whatdidhesayyyy @hellavile @imperatorkhaleesi @etaerealboy @caribbeanwifey19

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THE WAY TOJI RAN HIS BRANCH AND THE WAY NAOYA RAN HIS BRANCH WERE INSANELY DIFFERENT. When Toji entered the room many people bowed out of respect, but when Naoya entered the room people bowed out of fear. Maybe that’s why the two couldn’t coexist in the same branch as it was supposed to. Technically, the two of them were supposed to run the same districts together. However, the two had different ideas, hopes, and morals regarding the way their branch should have been run. Forcing the branch to eventually divide into a Toji side and a Naoya side. Which was followed by his family choosing that Naoya was the best route to go because you don’t get power without striking fear in people’s hearts. 

So that’s how the Fushiguro branch was created. He had to start over due to the fear Naoya struck in the current men's hearts. Toji became completely iced out of a yakuza gang he helped build up and soon his family as a whole. He didn’t mind. It was one thing he knew how to do and that was build something from nothing. Now he controlled districts with running such a little gang. He didn’t do it by beating up people and forcing local shop owners in his districts into submission. He did it in a respectful way where people greeted him with kindness and respect because they genuinely respected him. 

Maybe that’s why a lot of men stopped by where he was sitting during Naoya’s infamous pool party to greet him. Bowing their head out of respect and wishing him well before leaving. A glass of scotch was in his hand as he was pretending to enjoy the alcohol and his surroundings. The scent of an expensive cigar lingered up his nostrils as he sat back into the cushions of his seat. His dark eyes stared at where Naoya and Y/N were across the backyard. His skin was heating up in jealousy as he watched her put sunscreen on Naoya’s back. Toji’s nostrils flared so harshly at the sight. Toji asks the woman to give a lap dance to a low-rank member of a gang that involved her touching the guy. He had no problem with that because it was just some bottom-of-barrel guy from another gang. But this was Naoya. 

He was a manipulative condensing asshole. 

“His behavior will be his downfall,” Shui Kong would say as a young woman was placed in his lap. 

Despite him sporting the darkest color shades, Toji knew that Shui was giving Naoya the dirtiest look. Shui Kong was a very well-respected man in the industry of gangs and thugs. Toji has much respect for the guy considering he mastered many things like selling ancient art pieces and such on the black market. He had Japan’s black market in the palm of his hand. Shui even dodged an assassination attempt once or twice. “I can’t believe your family is allowing such an idiot to run their branch. It’s practically a suicide mission,” Shui would sigh as he watched Naoya and the young woman he was with a glance in their direction. 

Toji would lift his glass at the two before he eventually put the glass down on the table in front of him. His lips twitched in annoyance at how close Naoya was with Y/N. He could only inhale sharply and exhale. After all, he was the one that told her he couldn’t get attached to her. He was positive that getting jealous at her touching Naoya in such a provocative way would fall in the category of getting attached. His thoughts were interrupted by Shui once more, “How are you holding up Toji?” He asked.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He was forced to sit up in his seat to pay attention to what Shui asked. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“With taking care of Megumi now that his mom is gone?” Shui asked. “You didn’t properly grieve. The day after her funeral, you were out working and creating big moves.” 

Toji was growing so annoyed at the fact that people assumed he didn’t grieve over the death of Megumi’s mom. Why was everyone assuming that he didn’t properly grieve? Everyone grieves differently. If his way of grieving was continuing to grow an empire so Megumi can grow up to have something to fall back on, then be it. 

“I’m fine. I’ve grieved and Megumi is good.” Toji answered as he glanced around the backyard. His eyes finally met Nanami’s who standing near the back door of the huge mansion. “Now would you excuse me, I have to handle something quickly.” 

He approached Nanami who would walk back into the house. The majority of the people who were littered around the place were either drunk out of their minds, high, or both. Before disappearing into Naoya’s office, they were sure that no one was around. When the two were in the office, Toji started glancing around searching for something. He knew the majority of Naoya’s secret spots in his mansion. Only cause he was the one to help him design it that way. From the secret stash of guns under his walk-in closet floorboards to the safe built behind that silly portrait of Naoya. Toji knew Naoya like a book and it wasn’t because he’s grown up with him. It was because Toji somewhat shaped Naoya into the way he was from head to toe. 

His fingers traced alongside the old books that most likely were never touched by Naoya. Despite the books most likely having never been touched and there for decorations, no dust particles stained Toji’s fingertips. At least he kept his office nice and neat. He was mumbling a little rhyme he and Naoya made up to decipher what book to pull out for the secret door to Naoya’s chambers to open. When he finally got to the book, Toji tugged the book out and both he and Nanami could hear a sound. The loud creaking motion rang through their eardrums as they watch the bookcase slide right open revealing Naoya’s torture chamber. 

“How’d you know what book to pull out?” Nanami asked as he looked at Toji. 

“Just some silly rhyme we made up when we were close,” Toji said as he was the first to step into the darkness of the secret room that Naoya had hidden. 

A room that was meant to hide his riches, was now a secret layer of him torturing anyone that disrespects him, owe him money, and so much more. Toji knew that a lot of people had to die in this room, but the room still smelled as if someone scrubbed it down wonderfully with the most powerful lemon-scented cleaning supplies. He and Nanami didn’t 

“Do you think Y/N will be okay out there considering we just disappeared on her?” Nanami questioned as he was looking around the empty chambers. Even though it was so hot outside, it was so cold in the room they stood in. 

“She’ll be okay. The necklace she has on has a camera in it and Haibara will notify me if something is going on.” Toji answered as he was looking around. 

“You put a camera in a necklace? You don’t think that would break her trust with you? I mean, you could at least give her a heads-up.” Nanami said as he flashed his phone camera on a bulletin board. His eyes scanned over the details that were pinned on the board and such. 

“It’s for her protection. It’s not like I don’t trust her being around Naoya. It’s Naoya, I don’t trust being around her.” He sighed as he looked through a box that was in the corner of the room. He was searching for any sign that Y/N’s father has been there. However, he still wasn’t gaining any luck. 

Maybe Naoya moved him before the party. 

“Hey, come look at this,” Nanami said out loud as his head motioned to the bulletin board. “Is your cousin hunting someone down?” 

“Not that I know of. If he is, this person probably owes him money,” Toji shrugs as he also pulls out his phone to flash his phone light onto the bulletin board.

“But the guy in the photo doesn't look like he’ll owe someone money,” Nanami commented. He took note of how expensive the guy looked. 

The bulletin board was practically filled with photos of this mysterious man by himself, with women, with politicians, with bodyguards. He looked important. Toji couldn’t put a name to the face and Toji knew practically everyone. This man in the photos, Toji did not know, and that frustrated him. Especially given that Naoya was investigating him heavily, so why was he so important?

“Just take a picture of everything, we’ll have to figure out why Naoya is so interested in this guy. Maybe this guy has Y/N’s father.” Toji said as he glanced at the door. He was intensely listening to if someone was coming into the office.

Nanami was doing as he was told, taking pictures of everything in the room. “We should find out if Y/N’s father owes any other people. It’s as if we’re all racing to see who got him first and this guy is probably the one who has him.” Nanami explained as he glanced over at Toji who was flipping through some folder. 

It was paperwork with every person who owed Naoya money. From people to local shops in different districts. Toji took note that no one from the districts he controlled was on the paper. He wasn’t sure if people were just smart enough to not borrow money from Naoya or the fact that Naoya knew not to step foot into his districts without Toji’s knowledge. “Y/N’s father…” His eyes looked closely as he saw the name crossed up using a red pen. “His name is crossed out on the list,” Toji said.

“So, he paid his debt off to Naoya but not you?” Nanami asked as he was done taking pictures and he would walk towards Toji. “Does it say when he paid it off?” 

“Two days after borrowing money from me. That idiot.” Toji said through gritted teeth. He would take a picture of the paper before putting everything back. 

“Let’s get out of here, we collected enough evidence to give us some starting points with this situation. I’ll alert Y/N that she can leave now, but for now, we should go.” Toji firmly said.

Nanami would nod in agreement before he led the way back out of the office. The two of them quickly closed the door and made sure everything was back to normal before eventually joining the party again. Nanami was the first to leave due to him getting a car from his fiancé. While Toji was leaving after sharing farewells to other respectable yakuza gang members. Even though he was walking with his back turned, Y/N was standing among his deadly family with her head held up. 

Toji had left the pool party as soon as he saw his driver pull up. His mind is racing with so many theories. From the bizarre idea that Y/N’s father was stupid enough to borrow money from different gangs to pay off debts to Naoya investigating this mystery man that Toji had no clue about. But more importantly, Toji knew that he had to ask Y/N  about her father. His mind was hoping she didn’t know anything about her father and his troubles. He didn’t think she would lie about that. So why did Naoya have pictures of her father if he wasn’t in debt with him? They collected as much evidence as they could collect using their phones before eventually leaving. Once Toji was back home with just him and Megumi in the house, he grabbed the iPad that Yu Haibara gave him if he wanted to see what Y/N was seeing. He remembered texting her that she could leave the party now, but not come back to his house. Since he had suspicions that Naoya would have someone following her. Instead, go to the five-star hotel he booked her a room at. 

When Toji pressed the app that Haibara told him to use, he didn’t see anything. It was pitch black actually. He thought that maybe she had the necklace in her purse so it wouldn’t get lost during her adventures at the pool party, but when he saw someone hold the necklace up, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. 

There Naoya was holding the necklace up with a mischievous grin on his face. Toji could see that he was in his office and the low chatter of his men gloating about the women they bagged at the party echoed out the iPad’s speaker. 

“Boss, whose necklace is that?” One of Naoya’s men would ask. 

“Hm, just a friend. I’m positive she’s a friend of my cousin’s. I just don’t have enough evidence to prove it yet.” Toji would hear Naoya say. 

“Did you want us to find out where she works?” One of his guys asked.

“Yes, I have to return the necklace someway. So don’t fuckin’ sleep until you find her.” 

Toji closed the app with a quickness. His fist clenched so hard that he felt his nails digging into the inside of his palm. That damn Naoya. He was always one step ahead of him and he hated that.