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softshuji · 3 months

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Sometimes Tokyo is a suffocating place.

Rindou loves it, don’t get him wrong. The various districts, various people, all milling about, some on phones talking fast, pushing through crowds that part unwillingly as they plough through, mothers and babies in prams and it’s loud, so loud, the tinny buzz of voices on top of each other and his head aches with the need for some silence.

He walks into the library on a whim, his headphones blinking red and drained of battery and the cool quiet interior is a welcome respite from the noise, the collar of his shirt clinging to his neck under his hoodie, the occasional wisp of blond blue hair curling around his ears as the air con blows a blast of cold air.

Once he had hidden here with Ran, between the aisles as a police car rushed past, the two of them hunched over and catching their breath, a long stare that petered off into giggles and laughs, the two of them young and still new to it all. It’s a bit different now, a bit harder to get Ran’s attention since his Wife and child came along. He doesn’t resent it, he’s happy for him. Ran has been the source of his safety for years, it would be selfish to keep him like that- to rob him of what he knows Ran deserves. Peace, something to lean on when he is too stubborn to lean on him.

Old habits do tend to die hard.

But he can’t lie and say it isn’t lonely sometimes. The days when he picks up the phone, types out a text to his Brother- the only person who was only ever a call away, a message away, a shout across the house- and imagines him juggling the throes of newfound parenthood, something he loves and enjoys, and having his little Brother clinging onto him still, this far into adulthood when Rindou thinks he should be able to stand on his own two feet and wishes it was easier to do so.

There is only so much music he can listen to, only so much he can drink alone, only so many clubs he can waste his time at before it bothers him- the strobe lighting, the flirtations of girls who’ll forget his name when the next hotshot with a wad of cash comes along, and maybe he flirts back for a time, just to throw out the napkin with their numbers on later because it ultimately means nothing to him when there’s so little substance and he hates the idea of meeting someone like that- playing pretend because there’s so little else to do.

He’s angry that it seems so hard for him and he wishes he were a little less….him at times. A little more like Ran, a little easier, a little less rough around the edges, the jagged and sharp points of him that are stubborn and unwilling to be smoothed down by time. If it were a year ago, he’d call his Brother now and they’d drive at night and he’d feel a little less like he’s wading out to shore, a little more seen, a little less like he’s squashed between here and there and scrambling for something to understand.

Maybe he kicks at the ground then, and maybe he loses his footing and stumbles into you reaching up to get something from the shelf, you knocked sideways and him barrelling into you, one hand braced on the wall to stabilise himself, the other reaching for you to pull you to him instinctually.

‘Shit, fuck, I’m sorry,’ he says, headphones clattering to the floor, the wires corded around his hoodie, an avid crimson spillingacross his skin. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, yeah, no I’m fine, don't worry.’ And you look up from where you’d bent to brush the dust from your legs with the beginnings of a smile. And maybe the light hits you at just the right angle, the sunlight dancing through the window, dust mites flickering in the golden glow- or maybe he’d touched your hand for a fraction of a second and it had been warm and soft or maybe he’s rationalising and something cold in him cracks a little but he smiles back and lifts a hand to rub at his neck with a trepidation that he curses himself for.

You laugh, awkwardly, a brightness around the edge of you that feels warm, that feels foreign and weird and genuine and he watches the reflection of himself in your eyes, bewilderment and confusion and an attempt at a lopsided smile when you retrieve his headphones from the floor, the two sides now coming apart in your hands.

‘Oh,’ you say, a worried bite on your lip, the two sides of his now broken pair in your two hands. ‘God I’m so sorry, I can pay you for these-’

‘No need, it was my fault, I’m the one who hit you.’

‘No, no, I was in the way-’

‘You weren’t, I was just not watching where I was going. You don’t have to pay for anything, they weren’t that good anyway.’

He neglects to mention that they were his favourite pair, a set he bought a year back to kick off the DJ thing that never really went anywhere, because it was only ever just him and the kit, him and the music and maybe it was a lonely experience to not have anyone to share that with, long nights where the tinny sound of the music is somehow an ache in the otherwise silent house.

‘You sure?’ You cock your head to the side, lifting the two halves. ‘They seem really good quality. I can’t pay for it all now but maybe-’

‘Don’t worry, seriously. I got a tonne more at home.’

You blink and he curses himself again inwardly, avoiding and resisting a sidestep on his feet in nervous apprehension. He sees then, your books scattered on the floor at your feet, and bends to pick them, resting them under his arm as he leans down before handing them to you gently, his fingers brushing yours on the underside and it makes his chest lurch when you murmur a quiet ‘thank you’ that he’s glad isn’t lost on the reverberating drone and shuffle of feet in the next aisles over.

‘Okay, I can get you a coffee? It doesn’t quite make up but I’d feel bad for not doing anything at all.’ You turn to pack the books into your bag and he watches you, the ease with which you hand the two sides back to him and wait expectantly for his reply, the loud and disastrous crash of his heart that he’s convinced you can hear, the long and ample silence that has his tongue clinging to the roof of his mouth.

‘You don’t have to say yes by the way- I’m not trying to- you know, I just feel bad for breaking one of your things-’

His lips part. ‘Yes, yes, I’ll….’ he chews on his lip, hands helplessly holding the broken headphones, the swirl of something that feels like desperation clouding the flecked hue of his eyes. ‘Yeah, I think that’ll be okay.’

And it feels strange and different and new and terrifying when you grin brightly and pat his arm and the hollow of his throat beats with nerves, pink flashing across his cheeks and ears in a way that feels so utterly like a betrayal.

You hum, hoist a stack under your arm and the sun is out, streaming through the windows as you lift your bag over your shoulder. ‘Okay nice, I’m going to go check these out but I'll meet you outside in ten?’

‘S-sure….’ he says, a whisper caught on his lips with a starved and suffocating breath, the dizzying euphoria, nerves and anxiety all rolling along his chest when he watches you leave with a short wav, the bag you’re carrying falling over your shoulder.

And maybe the pain is good this time, the sense of vertigo that has him bracing a hand on the shelf, a hand to his chest to rub at, slow and deliberate breaths to calm his racing heart.

Maybe this time, he feels a little less angry, a little less sad, a little more like something that feels scarily akin to happiness.

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cannellee · 1 month

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TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing : chifuyu, mitsuya, kokonoi)

— them having feelings for their friend's sister

my masterlist: ☆

(I did take a LOT of inspiration from kokonoi and akane's story lol)

ALPHA! CHIFUYU (takemichi's sister)

he met you coincidentally while dropping a bloody takemichi to your front door. never once did your brother mention you to his friend, so you can only imagine his surprise upon seeing a cute omega with sleepy eyes collecting takemichi in the dead of the night.

you handled your brother carelessly inside while mumbling a quick thank you to chifuyu, just wishing you could go back to your nest.

the next day, chifuyu brings up the topic carefully to takemichi, saying how he didn't know he had a sister. he tries to catch a few infos about you but he isn't that straightforward.

when takemichi and him grow even closer, he spends most of his time at your house so you become quite accustomed to his presence.

you weren't that please to have a foreign alpha at your place that often, but chifuyu has that warm personality and kind nature which makes it easier to break the ice. he often offers his help with trickier tasks, like pushing the furniture out of your way when you're cleaning or carrying heavy items and putting the trash out.

he didn't know it could feel this great to be reliable to someone but chifuyu does love it when you instinctively ask for his help now. he's more than happy to oblige.

he feels privileged to be able to approach you this intimately. it's all thanks to his friendship with takemichi that he can interact with you this often, and he makes sure to never take it for granted. he wants you to grow accustomed to him so he tries his best to be the less intimidating possible. when he crosses your doorstep, his throws out his gang speech and acts like a perfect gentleman.

he still gets heavily shy and embarrassed whenever he talks to you, so much to the point that it has become noticeable even to your oblivious brother.

as i said, chifuyu loves to help you out in diverse tasks. once you know each other better, he's following you around when you're out for groceries, insisting he carries your bags, all the while glaring at any alphas. you're not dating, but chifuyu has the hope that you'll let him court him. he's still trying to gather his courage, but with the support of takemichi who's sure chifuyu is a good person and can be a good alpha for you (he did lecture him about what would happen to his ass if he treated you poorly though), he's slowly getting more and more confident. just bear with him!

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ALPHA! MITSUYA (draken's sister)

mitsuya feels really conflicted about his growing crush on his childhood friend's sister. he knows you since the primary school and has watched over you kindly since then since you belonged to his close circle of loved ones.

his thoughts about you changed once you presented. you were cute before, but when your omega side started to show more, you grew even more attractive and endearing. mitsuya's own instincts reacted to you and began to manifest in a way that was definitely not a friendly fondness.

he tried to deny it at first, out of respect for draken who trusted him enough to approach his precious sister. most people didn't let outsiders this close to their omega family member. mitsuya didn't want to break that trust and decided to put some distance between you.

but it wasn't easy to just ignore your confused eyes whenever he would try and imagine a plausible excuse to escape your intoxicating scent. in the end, the affection was mutual so there was nothing he could really do.

still, mitsuya felt like he was taking advantage of you. he carried this guilty feeling because of how casually he would talk to you even though his mind was flooded with thoughts he shouldn't have about his best friend's sister. and you were so innocent, so willing to go along with anything he said. god he didn't know what to do.

whatever dilemma is going on in his head will eventually crush down. he has some insane self control, but if you do try to take it further yourself or confront him about his new behaviour, he'll stop immediately and admit his love.

he treats you so well! no matter when or where, he's all ears and have eyes always on you. he's very responsible so draken wouldn't actually mind if you guys ended up dating. still, regardless if mitsuya is his friend or not, draken himself is an alpha, so he's cautious at first and keeping an eye on the both of you. but he soon realises that his friend definitely is a good person through and through and that his worries that only manifested once mitsuya started to court you, are totally unjustified.

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ALPHA! KOKONOI (inupi's sister)

he's utterly obssessed with you since childhood. you guys basically grew up together, in the same neighbourhood. he would always come over to your house as he was shameless about his attraction for you.

that's why both you and inupi know it all about his little crush, that's no secret for anybody. but none of you expected for his love to only get more serious as time passed.

ever since you're kids, even when he hasn't presented yet, he was trying his best to act reliable and strong for you. he doesn't show weakness and made thousands of promises to you. he's very romantic.

growing up, his love doesn't lessen and you start to take him seriously. he's still straightforward with his own feelings for you and acts as your protective friend for as long as you let him. most people would assume you're dating but you're not actually.

you somehow build this reassuring dynamic where kokonoi watches over you like an alpha would with his omega, but none of you admit you like the other. he's asking about your day, tells you about the people he has talked with today, worries if you ate and slept well and makes sure nobody's bothering you.

kokonoi is deeply committed to the process of him making you fall in love with him. he gives you gifts and tries to make everything as memorable as possible. he does sometimes go a little further and tests the water by offering you little collars, nest items and other really intimate stuff made to claim.

inupi sees everything from the sidelines and actually finds the both of you silly. but strangely it's heartwarming to see his best friend struggle so much to win you over.

he's fine with whatever the outcome may be. he sees how kokonoi is sweet and delicate with you and he knows he'll make a great partner. it does feel weird that his friend is courting his sister but he gets over it eventually.

kokonoi didn't even have to get the approval of your brother as he made it clear since childhood that he was definitely not ready to give up on you. it was something evident in inupi's mind that kokonoi's persistence would eventually triumph.

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vashtijoy · 3 months

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Hi! Pre-emptive sorry for the long ask- I don't know if you've answered this before but I was scrolling through your blog and in one of your posts you note that the brief bit we see of Akira's hometown has high rise buildings, which implies it's a city. I could've sworn there was in game dialogue calling him a country boy though or referencing him being from a rural area? Is there something in the Japanese text to suggest these are meant to be taken as jokes (I.E. protag is from a city, but it's not as big as Tokyo so he's playfully considered 'rural') or is this a case of the game devs simply not considering what buildings they had in the background of that scene?

Hello! First of all, I think it's insanely unlikely that the game devs just forgot Joker was meant to be from a shack on top of a mountain and accidentally put him in a city. Maybe they didn't have time to design a farm and shoved him in a random cityscape instead? Well, maybe. I would at least have pasted in a couple more trees.

So what do we know about this?

Sojiro calls Joker 田舎もん inakamon, short for 田舎者 inakamono—someone from the countryside; someone provincial. This is what's translated as "country boy", or "country bumpkin". Chihaya uses it about herself, and Chihaya I think is certainly meant to be very rural. The Adorable Woman and Rural Young Man in Shibuya Station use inaka a lot:

His name did not originally use inakamono or similar, by the way—he's the 上京してきた青年 joukyou shite kita seinen, "the young man who's moved to Tokyo". Note the moving-up kanji there, 上, lol—this is not a sideways move, it's a definite move up.

so what is the inaka?

In short, the inaka can be the remote countryside—but it can also just be your hometown, of any description. It can be legit anywhere that isn't Tokyo. Here's Tofugu:

My mouth was hanging open and I know I was being rude, but it was really hard to pull myself together. The woman I was speaking with was from one of the top Japanese Universities. She has had international relationships, traveled the world, and done work that most foreign anime fans would kill to see. Someone with her experiences, to me, should be open-minded about other cultures and lifestyles. Just the same, I can't help but to be bothered by what she said: "I feel like anything outside Tokyo's 23 wards is inaka." [...] Often, people usually just use what they read in the dictionary, but I learned fast that "countryside" in American English is much different than in Japanese English. For me, countryside means farms. Countryside is driving to see your closest neighbor, riding tractors for work and pleasure, and being able to immediately tell who's from your town just by looking at them. When I say this to Japanese people and ask them to explain inaka, the joke is always the same: "Inaka is anything outside of Tokyo." Osaka and Kyoto, for many, aren't inaka, but Sapporo, which is one of the few parts of the country where this legendary thing called "insulated housing" exists, is inaka. [...] So you might be wondering how "bad" it really is out here. Truthfully, I'm living in a city, at least by American standards. Great bus and train systems, tons of malls and movie theaters, some of the major stores people visit Tokyo to see, game centers, golfing… and a few rice paddies. Not many, but there are some. Imagine a fashionable mall, famous manga store, well-respected school with a strong baseball team, and major supermarket, all within walking distance, with maybe one field of rice. Honestly, the place is so city that I don't think I would willingly eat any rice that grew in that field. I swear, it's in front of a bus stop.

So, tl;dr: if you aren't in Tokyo, Osaka or Kyoto, you're probably in the inaka—at least to someone's mind. You can be somewhere that looks to us in every way like a city, and be in the inaka. And if you pick up sticks and move to Tokyo? Then you have a good chance of being jibed about being a "country boy".

so what is joker's inaka like?

[Joker] 田舎に帰りたい inaka ni kaeritai I miss the country... [lit. I want to go back to the inaka.] Ryuji ハハ、都会の洗礼ってか? haha, tokai no senrei tte ka? Hah. Not used to the big city yet, huh? [lit. Haha, so this is your first time in the city?]

We don't get a huge amount of detail in-game about Joker's home. Besides Sojiro's "country boy", Ryuji has a couple of comments. Here's another:

Ryuji あれ? お前ン家ってわりと田舎? are? omae n uchi tte wari to inaka? Wait a sec, your hometown isn't near the countryside, is it? [lit. isn't your place relatively countrified?] Ryuji いや、大自然でランニング練習とか気持ち良さそうだなーって。 iya, daishizen de ranningu renshuu to ka kimochi yasasou da naa tte I was just thinkin' it'd be great to run an' train somewhere out where it's all big, naturey open space. [lit. no, I thought it seemed like it'd feel great to train in the great outdoors and stuff.]

(I think something may be off here with that translation of daishizen, which seems to connote "the great outdoors", "a vast wilderness", etc, as well as just meaning "nature" (the sort you get out into) more generally". The word has been split up as if Ryuji was just saying "big nature" for some reason, like if you thought "the great outdoors" meant "the outdoors is great :D".)

But we can see from Ryuji's statement that Joker's home is wari to inaka, "relatively countrified", "kind of countrified"—it's more the country than Tokyo is, but it's probably not the ass end of nowhere, either. It's somewhere Ryuji pictures getting out into nature—but even if that's accurate and not just in Ryuji's city-boy head, that again doesn't connote "ass end of nowhere"; a lot of very built-up places are startlingly close to farmland or to nature, as with the putative rice field at the bus stop that we read about earlier.

the artbook picture

There is, of course, a picture of Joker's home in the artbook:

That doesn't scream "rural" to me—though it's also not the built-up area we see him in with Shido. It backs onto a cliff, it's very green. It's clearly a row of houses on a street, maybe in a fancy suburb on the edge of the city?

It's a nice house, at any rate. Joker moving into Sojiro's attic, with his clothes in a box, will have been a harsh step down.

Another detail from this image before we move on:

Look at this board. We can make out what it says. We can even, just possibly, make out a town name there...

日立自治会掲示板 hitachi jichikai keijiban Hitachi Neighbourhood Association noticeboard

自治会 jichikai—neighbourhood associations. As you'd expect, they tend to be organised at the very local level—so Hitachi is likely to be a small district within a larger city, rather than (say) the city of Hitachi in Ibaraki Prefecture.

his city has a name guys i can't believe it lmao

the coup de grace

But there's one question I think really puts the nail in the coffin here: WTF was Shido doing in the middle of nowhere?

It's totally plausible that Joker came from a remote farm in the country, or a tiny village in far northern Honshu. But what is there in that to attract Shido? Like... Shido seems kind of an indoor guy, y'know?

He goes where his business is. He goes where the money is. It's difficult for me to picture him going to random rural areas with nobody to schmooze, with what I'm sure he'd consider to be poor facilities and shitty hotels.

Even if he did stoop to visit somewhere like that, by the time he was on his off hours getting pissed (in both senses) and attacking women, wouldn't he have gone back to civilisation?—back to the city?

conclusion??

This place Joker is wandering after dark doesn't look like The Country. It looks quite built up. I'd say it's the centre of a regional city or large town—with those nice houses we just looked at set off in suburbs along its edge. Look at this place:

It really does look like a less cramped version of Yongen-jaya, down to the trees. I don't think they spent too long on this area, but I also don't think it's inaccurate.

By the way, that "Hometown Neighbourhood" was originally 実家近くの住宅地 jikka chikaku no juutakuchi—"residential area near home". So this is not where Joker lived with his parents; it's an area close by. Like he says, he's on his way home late.

Where was he? We never find out. He has what looks like a school bag, well before his nasty crime days. Maybe he was visiting a friend we never hear about again. Maybe he was at cram school. But he's gone to this built-up part of town to do something there.

My guess would be that he lived in some prefectural capital or other. That's why Shido is there. I'd also guess that it's one of the Kanto prefectures, since the further you go from Tokyo, the less likely it becomes that Joker would have been sent to Tokyo for his probation, whether Sojiro was a friend of a friend or not.

As ever, all of this is for information only, and if you want to do something else superior in every way, you definitely should. At the end of the day Joker's a silent protagonist player insert, who can be from absolutely anywhere and as gay as you like. Let a thousand Jokers bloom.

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risuola · 5 months

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07.12 — F. READER x GOJO SATORU, who hates his own birthday

cw: fluff. established relationship, maybe the tiniest bit of angst at the beginning? — 1,4k words

There is something about birthdays that Satoru never truly comprehended. Maybe it’s because his own mattered so little to him, that he found it hard to understand why other people were so sentimental about it and it always was that way. From the youngest days, he wasn’t exactly a child that was allowed to enjoy all of those little, human pleasantries. Everything that was obvious for his peers, to him was a foreign concept. He was treated as an adult at the age as little as 5 and cake and ribbons were simply never an option.

Then, high school came and one of his birthdays was really special – the one when him, Suguru and Shoko spent the entire day together, doing sweet little nothings and even though he insisted that it was just purely friendly meeting, he could feel the effect that day had on him. He was truly happy. It was in the middle of first year in Jujutsu tech, the first winter together with his former classmates. A year after that held no similar magic. Suguru was changed during the second year and then, he left and along with him, most of Satoru’s happiness was also gone.

Years passed and Gojo made it a habit to work on his birthday, to distract himself from the celebrative aura that he was so stubbornly avoiding. Sure, for Tsumiki or Megumi – each year he was preparing something special, but himself? No.

You met Satoru in January that year. Born and raised in Kyoto, you spent your life over there, supporting the Jujutsu tech in that city and right after new year you moved to Tokyo, by the order of Gakuganji. It was a big change for you but you were excited to finally meet the strongest sorcerer of the current era – the one that you’ve only heard stories about and never actually had a chance to meet in person. Once you’ve met him, you realized that everything that Utahime had told you wasn’t exactly true and you blamed it on their long-term love-hate friendship. To you, Gojo was just lovely.

It didn’t take long for the feelings to develop. Not even a month had passed and already you were unofficially dating. The countless dates you shared, hours of late-night talks and slowly introduced intimacy all led you to where you were now. In the apartment that you share with him, waiting for Gojo to come back from the mission. It was 7th of December, the day of his birthday and you know he’s not too fond of it, but you were determined to make it special for him.

“Are you coming?” You asked over the phone and you could hear Satoru exhaling. “The house feels too empty without you, love.”

“I have just one more curse to exorcise and I’ll be heading home,” he replied, his tone tenderly gentle. “It’s late already, it’s okay if you go to sleep, sweets.”

“I’ll wait. Miss you, ‘toru. See ya soon?”

“Alright, baby, I’ll be back as soon as I can, yeah?”

“Yeah. Till later.”

When Gojo entered the apartment, just barely an hour after the call, he was heavily relieved to notice that it’s only you in the house. Once he pulled the blindfold off his head, the very faint, dimmed light soothed his tired eyes.

“You’re home,” your voice, so soft and lovely, met his ears as he stepped in deeper.

“I am,” he said, studying your form that came into the picture when you joined him in the living area. “Sorry to keep you waiting, you’re probably tired from waiting, hm?”

“It’s fine,” you smiled and Satoru could’ve sworn that every time he sees your features turning into the ones of happiness, he feels all of his insides warm up. Was that what home felt like? He had no idea, but if so, he was sure you were his home. “Go wash your hands, maybe get more comfy and I’ll warm a dinner for you, how’s that sound?”

“Perfect. Sounds absolutely perfect,” he allowed himself to bend to your level, to reach your lips and you didn’t think twice before cradling his face into your soft palms, kissing him back. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he muttered, pulling away with great difficulty.

“I’ll wait,” yet another smile you gave him, absolutely breathtaking, so sweet that he could almost feel the taste of it on his tongue. “Go wash your hands. How about after you eat we go for a nice, hot bath?”

“You with me?” He just made sure and with a nod you confirmed. “I’m in. Absolutely. I’ll be back.”

He’s left you with a chuckle, almost running to bathroom and it’s got you all happy. And even more happy you were once Satoru ate the late dinner that you made just for him. He wouldn’t tell you, but you knew all too well that after a job like he had that day, he’s always hungry and usually, he’d grab some fast foods at his way home to satiate the initial hunger. He never wished for you to stay up late and wait for him with dinner. People usually consider him as silly and ignorant, but truth is, he’s the most caring person you’ve met in your life.

“That’s perfect,” Satoru nearly moaned when the two of you settled in the tub, you between his legs, leaning against his chest as his long arms were wrapped around your body. The water was pleasantly hot, bearing the softest scent of the bath soap, and he thought for a moment that it couldn’t possibly get better until your lips didn’t find the most sensitive spot on the side of his neck. You were gently nipping at his skin, spreading feathery touches all over his torso as you were cuddled tightly next to his heart. The already opened box of his favorite kikufuku was standing right next to the tub.

“Today is your birthday, Satoru,” you began, and immediately, the wave of tension washed over him. “I know you don’t like that day, but to me, it is important.”

“Why?” He asked, once again melting underneath your touch like a batter would when warmed up. “It’s a day like every other. Nothing good ever happened that day.”

“But it did. You were born and it’s only because of this, that I could meet you so many years later. Only because you were born, the kids were saved… Megumi, Tsumiki, Yuta, now Yuji. So many amazing things happened and I know that you never truly had a chance to celebrate it, so let me now celebrate it for you.”

“If you say so…”

“I wanted to keep it all quiet, to spend the time with you and celebrate you. Because to me, you are a gift and I know that there’s not much I could buy you, so I wanted to give you me.”

To Gojo, it meant more than you were probably able to imagine. Material things could never fill in the void inside of him, there was nothing he needed and he couldn’t buy himself. It was the emptiness in his heart that he felt is impossible to patch up and now, it suddenly felt okay. He felt complete and it’s all because of your presence in his life. And it felt warm, so fuzzy and pleasant to feel your mark inside of him.

“If you are the gift, I think I could enjoy that day from now on,” he smiled softly, leaning his head and capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

“I’m all yours, Satoru. My heart, my body, my soul… All of it is yours.”

“I think I couldn’t receive a bigger blessing,” his words vibrated against your mouth and a with a chuckle you realized that he feels the same about you, as you feel about him. “You know, for my entire life I forced myself to get used to being lonely. I thought it’s just how my life’s gonna look like. You’re born alone, live alone and die alone.”

“Now you’re not alone,” you told him, once again pressing your lips upon his own. “And I’ll stay for as long as you’ll let me.”

“Then please, stay with me until the day I die.”

“You got this,” it was a whisper, but Gojo heard it clearly. It was so quiet, but for him it meant the world.

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vixensbrainrotts · 5 months

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Tokyo revengers headcanons

Content: Tr headcanons

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Vixen's two cents: I’ve been wanting to dump all my headcanons somewhere for a while now so here! I don’t think that these are all, but I’m gonna make a second post about any further headcanons I have. Also, i apologize for not including everyone here, ill make sure to include them next time. I hope you enjoy, and if you do, please tell me about it! Don’t be afraid to send me requests either, I’d love to write most anything (I’m uncreative sometimes)! Oh also, what are some of your headcanons? Do you agree with any of mine? I’ll link the part two once i figure out how to do that lol

(VOLUME II)

Kokonoi who is genuinely so bothered by bugs you won’t believe it. He has to leave the room as soon as he sees the „threat“, and fast.

Izana who curses loudly on Filipino whenever he accidentally hurts himself. You can hear him shout from across the whole house when he bumps himself on a corner.

Chifiyu who has a passion for graffiti. He loves tagging and wild styling and spraying elaborate throwup-styles on walls on Toman turf.

Inui who is colorblind, which is really unfortunate because he has an interest in fashion and styles. He relies on Koko for the greater part, but has recently discovered apps that identify color, which has vastly improved his personal style and allowed him to take on more challenging shades.

The Katawa twins who have an honestly really impressive Pokémon card collection and often play against each other to pass time. The amount they have spent on it is sorta concerning and more often than not stop by the little magazine store to buy another pack to "improve their decks" before gang meetings.

Hakkai who has a distinct dislike for the color orange but keeps finding himself surrounded it. He hates it but the walls in his room are orange. He could puke because his favorite faux-fur-coat is a darker orange. There’s no reasoner doesn’t like the color but something about it makes his skin crawl.

Hanma who is German/Russian and makes sure everyone knows it. He is proud of his heritage and will often use German and Russian idioms when conversating. It’s all fun and games till he starts swearing in his mother tongues during fights, bashing in his opponent’s skulls whilst cursing in a foreign, very aggressive manner.

Nahoya and Souya who work like devils in the kitchen. It’s a perfect tandem in between them, they somehow always know what the other wants and needs. If Nahoya needs a hand in opening the oven, Souya’s doing a 360 no look opening. If Souya’s hands are messy from kneading the dough, Nahoya automatically turns on the tap for hand washing. Twin telepathy is real and they’re the number one proof.

Mucho who can’t do shit in terms of math. You need him busy? Ask him for 7x9 and he’ll be unresponsive for the next 3-5 minutes. It’s really frustrating to him because he genuinely puts in so much effort to understand the formulas, but the numbers simply don’t click in his brain.

Smiley who got the smiley piercing the moment he found out about it. It’s really impressively healed and works so well on his face. Some even say that his smile has gotten wider ever since he got it. He also has a poorly healed nose stud on the left side that he only keeps in for sentimental value. He got it in the seventh grade during school and he got his ass whooped when he came back home with it.

Kisaki who unintentionally practices calligraphy because he writes exclusively in cursive. All of his notebooks look fake because all the letters look identical and everything is evenly spaced. The highlighter girlies in his classes wish death upon him on a daily.

Rindou who’s cracked at Chemistry for no reason. He doesn’t even have to try, it’s like the formulas unfold in front of him and the laws and rules just make sense. He can’t even explain it but ask him anything, and I mean anything he can give you the right answer. Just don’t ask him to be your lab partner. He has a nasty history of breaking test tubes.

Kakucho who knows how to dress. Like really know how to dress. Anywhere, anytime he’s looking like a Pinterest board. He doesn’t really try or occupy himself with things fashion, but he just looks so good and coordinated all the time. He thought it was natural to know what looks good or not, so he’s sometimes a bit perplexed by the things that his peers wear. He tries to be nice when he tells them it doesn’t work, but comes across a little brash because it frustrates him.

Kazutora who has unnaturally sharp canines. Like, it’s kinda scary sometimes because they poke out of his mouth even when it’s closed. He’ll commonly run his tongue over them when he’s bored, poking and prodding at them to check if they’re still sharp. It’s one of the features of his face he really does like.

Mitsuya who gossips like a Girl. He lives for drama and tea (silently) and due to his club being occupied by mostly girls, he’s surrounded by it constantly. The girls talk and talk and talk and he eats it up. The scary part is that he remembers nearly every part of it, so he knows so much. He’ll never share it with anyone but likes to know what’s happening. Sometimes he even correctly predicts scandals due to background knowledge.

Leading from the last one, Mitsuya who has a deep voice. One that rumbles softly when he speaks and sounds like the ocean when he laughs. It’s a killer during after-noon classes when he has to present or read something cause it has such a calming effect. He’s put multiple of his classmates asleep accidentally.

Draken who know just the tiniest bit about sowing from helping out in Mistuya’s workshop. He knows how to close a seam, he knows how to sew a button and he knows how to patch a hole and that’s it. He’s lowkey proud of it though.

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boralespa · 1 month

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NANAMI KENTO HEADCANONS

[based on his birth chart]

First of all: he is a first-grade sorcerer. He initially left the world of Jujutsu to become a clerk, but then returned to his career. He was born in Tokyo, Japan to a non-magical family, but has Danish blood thanks to his grandfather. Nanami graduated from Jujutsu Tokyo Metropolitan with excellent grades and second ranked. After graduating, he worked as an employee for a company, to the point of being recognized and respected. His technique allows him to split the target from him and create fatal points in a 7:3 radius. He can kill his enemies with a single attack. He always emphasized the importance of morality and ethics in the world of Jujutsu. He really dreamed of going on vacation to the beach in Malaysia. ISTJ.

dominant element: water (sensitive, deep, dreamy)

dominant polarity: negative (introspection and receiver)

dominant modality: cardinal (independent and worker)

stellium in cancer (sun in cancer, mercury in cancer, jupiter in cancer)

He is the spitting image of his father and it is from him that he learned many things, his father has probably taken care of him since he was little and has had to adopt a more “maternal” role over him.

Since he was a child he was very quiet and introverted. probably due to being an only child. he is a slow thinking person; He is not stupid, but he thinks twice before speaking or acting.

he wants to have children → may are infertility problems.

He is very in touch with his emotions. He may seem stoic and indifferent, but he is true to what he feels and would never be in a place where he does not feel comfortable. He would tell you how he feels about you the moment he realizes it.

He is very protective but also tends to close in on himself. He won't tell you what he feels if he knows he will get hurt. He keeps his problems to himself.

His friends are his family. For that reason Kento returns to them.

Morals and ethics are very important to him because it comes from his father.

good cooker.

It is likely that he has a lot of money thanks to some inheritance.

His love language is acts of service and gifts (it must be mutual)

He likes women with big tits → his weakness.

he likes taylor swift's music

(+vesta in Taurus) has a natural gift for art

kinda manipulative

chiron in cancer 4th house

His fears come from feeling out of place and that he is not loved. He feels that he will never find a home and a family, figuratively speaking. He feels that he doesn't belong anywhere, that he is an outsider.

This is given by his family; Thanks to him being raised in an environment focused on the social system of work and money (Capricorn) and the lack of his mother (cancer), it may have led to Kento not feeling secure as a child.

While Kento feels a duty to his family, the lack of his mother could have caused him to despise his father. perhaps his father was not an “ideal” father. He is somewhat afraid of defying his father and not meeting his expectations, and to do so he must sacrifice something – this is what he really wants.

stellium in mercury (sun in 3rd house, mercury in 3rd house, venus in gemini)

he likes to travel. It is his frustrated dream. learn languages too.

Maybe it has to do with his grandfather and his Danish blood: there is a relationship with family and foreignness. he probably likes foreign people or people with “exotic” features.

He doesn't like routine, although he knows the world works that way.

He likes to read and learn. maybe he likes poetry.

He likes to stay up to date with what's happening in the world.

His friends have to be intelligent and of mutable temperament, he considers them his family. He meets them in a work environment (house 2)

Although he wants a partner in the sense of a companion, he knows that there is a whole world to explore and it would be difficult for him to find the ideal person in the first few years.

he tends to fall in love with a best friend.

He doesn't like possessive people → freedom is the most important thing for him.

he must also be with someone of good financial standing.

he talks during sex or is someone who is not silent.

He likes gossip and drama, as long as it doesn't involve him.

moon and pluto in scorpio in 7th house + juno in scorpio

Many of Kento's emotions come from his mother. She passed away when he was little probably around 10 years old (I guess). Due to the death of his mother, Kento needs to feel accompanied. Her absence and the fact that he had no siblings left him “helpless” forever. That's why he likes to work in front of the public → social relationships remind him that he is not alone.

Kento is very overprotective and has a very good memory. He tends towards nostalgia and melancholy.

He has a great desire to find a partner. He loves and hates with the same intensity. his partner and him should be completely intimate. It must be a connection of souls for him to surrender.

He is very distrustful and does not usually forgive easily.

His emotional focus revolves around the taboo: secrets, the paranormal and sex. This makes Kento someone who can stay emotionally stable with a good dose of sex. This position also brings back the world of jujutsu.

breeding kink.

Kento has a big conflict: what is his purpose in this world? He is a person who seeks the meaning of life. he wants to improve life and society. There is a great connection with ethics, injustice and philosophy. This problem arose in adolescence (15 years old)

HE LIKES FORBIDDEN THINGS AND KEEPING THINGS SECRET.

big dick energy. very proud.

the person with whom he will marry or have a formal relationship: mysterious, sexy and of total dedication.

DOES NOT TOLERATE INFIDELITY.

His partner should be obsessed with him in a healthy way (it's mutual)

mars in aries in the 12th house and aries rising + eros in taurus

He is very impulsive when it comes to sex. dominant. he can't think.

He is very stubborn and competitive when it comes to achieving his goals. (this man has the potential of enemies to lovers, being honest)

For him, sex is a game where two people fight for dominance (him winning).

When he gets angry, he is short-tempered but tends to suppress his anger. His anger is to be feared because he can explode at any moment.

«devour me again»

silk sheets

scented candles

sexy underwear

sex + food

hungry passion for you

stellium in capricorn (saturn, uranus and neptune retrograde)

its contrasted with his stellium in cancer: kento is a person with two faces. on one hand, a person focused on work, and on the other, someone focused on domestic life. He is a man of two polarities. (basically a salaryman and a malewife)

The central problem is that the focus on work is given by a generational inculcation – it is what the system taught him that he should do. The cancer side is more oriented towards his personal life and what he wants and where he feels comfortable. For this reason, Kento fights with himself about his ideals and his emotions. He fights not to be what society expects of him.

Because of this, he is afraid of losing control and ends up being a businessman, since these are things that he can control. Professional success gives him security. There is a great conflict between his duty and his desires. This man wants success, but does it come from witchcraft (his family) or business (society)?

work: society → duty → what is safe and easy → instilled.

home: family → desire → the difficult and strange → own.

This could almost have happened because of a man → perhaps his Danish grandfather. This is given by the history of Japan at the time when Kento was born; Financial stability was very important to support the family. The world told him what to do and what was best for him, but he is almost a rebel of the system: he acts according to his own ideals.

He is someone ambitious who can easily get what he wants, that is why he becomes a very good sorcerer or businessman. he feels comfortable in higher positions.

in accordance with his moon, he is someone with a poisonous tongue. he can easily break you with his words. He has no tact.

He is usually someone who is very critical about reputation, practicality and prices. He would fight to find vegetables at a low price and good quality!!!! he would go to luxury restaurants!!!

he likes harry potter

#nanami kento #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami smut #nanami headcanons

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nico-esoterica · 2 months

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Why Does Megan Thee Stallion LOVE Japan? An Astrological Analysis ❤️

I've seen two or three posts like this or more and it makes perfect sense because through Astrocartography, we can see that she's got her Jupiter line (while its at home in Sag btw) going STRAIGHT through the country itself sitting on top of her Ascendant. So, not only does she feel SUPER lucky but her energy feels EXPANSIVE and UNTHREATENED. Like, she actually feels SEEN AND APPRECIATED and she has 0 need to prove herself, fight for her life, or be anything she's not. She can focus on feeling the vibes and being happy and abundant. Jupiter can also be associated with 'foreign' things so it being in her first in her relocated chart for Japan (I used Tokyo bc JPN has one time zone) makes sense. It's taking a special interest in what's outside of your comfort zone.

Because she has a natal Jupiter-Saturn square between her 8H speaking to her 11H, it means that she's used to compromising her boundaries for other people's sake who want to benefit her. Like, her abundance seems to always come at the expense of others being in their feelings or that she has to sacrifice (Pisces) parts of herself around others. Like, she's always felt restricted in some way by her environment. Surrounded by people who never wanted to see her win because they felt threatened or intimidated by it. There's usually someone around her playing a victim. Her history's echoed this.

In Hollywood, her relocated chart elevates her in the public eye at a cost. With an Aries Rising, it puts her chart ruler under duress in her 5H across from her 11H--Meaning that she's popular but her artistry (5H) is weirdly hated and seen as polarizing. That Sun-Mars Opposition also feels rather violent tbh and we've ALSO seen her history with that. A Sun-Moon and Sun-Mars opposition between Leo and Aquarius with her 10th and 11th in Saturn ruled signs answering to a 12H Saturn reads to me like male figures/patriarchs or industry 'old heads' having an issue with her sexuality being so vibrant and liberating (5H) that they actively suppress and punish her (Saturn joys in the 12th in trad astro and equals isolation and Saturn can equal male figures in power). But even with Chiron in Virgo in her 6H trining her elevated 10H planets, including her Venus, it creates a story of constantly feeling burdened to prove herself to the point where she's taught that numbers and figures determine her self worth, making her ultimately doubt herself. That's exhausting!

But in Tokyo and Japan overall, that Chiron is placed ON her MC at 29 degrees (a fame degree in degree astro) and safely trines those Cap planets that have shifted to her 2H. This means that she literally not only makes money there for simply EXISTING exponentially but she feels more natural in her resourcefulness and sense of self value and worth here with the emphasis placed on the 2H opposed to feeling 'over exposed' by it being in the 10H in the other chart because it means that SHE determines how she's moving opposed to feeling the pressures of it being the other way around. Ultimately, the 2nd, 6th, and 10th are all houses we look to as money potential centers but an emphasis with planets in any of those houses is going to paint a different picture. 2H emphasis will feel more independent and the pressure will come from within, 6H will feel more like a cog in a wheel in trying to find its place but will be very successful at it but potentially overworked/overlooked, and 10H emphasis puts someone on the fast track to success but can become overburdened with always needing to prove or outdo its previous successes.

As someone who has so much Saturn in her (Aqua and Cap), she's used to working everything out on her own so the best thing for her, imo, is for her to be in an environment where people just leave her THE FUCK ALONE and let her do what she wants to do and how she wants to do it. The Sun and the Moon here are in the opposite houses of the houses they find joy in in trad astro (sun likes being in the 9th and moon likes being in the 3rd). From being someone (me) who has their moon in the 9th in whole sign, I can say from experience that it creates a pure joy and love in the unknown and in foreign places. It means you have an insatiable desire to educate yourself about your surroundings and you feel the safest around people who are very different from you bc you feel/experience that they judge you significantly less. Bc she has a natal 4H Moon opposing her Sun in the 10th, that sense of safety is vital and it means she's actually always struggled with that. With having a burning need TO put herself in the public eye and be very visible but weirdly feel attacked and unsafe the longer she's in view. It exacerbates deeper issues, imo, around fearing being vulnerable and may make a person create an outward persona as an armor they can wear to protect themselves.

So when her Moon is in a place that's opposite where it normally feels comfortable but she's USED to feeling uncomfortable, it kind of creates a sense of balance where she finds peace and freedom in what's foreign to her bc she's used to what's familiar hurting her. Then with the Sun being opposite of its joy, she's able to explore her inner child (Leo's ruled by the Sun and = children/joy), and find places that connect her to her early childhood interests (3H = early childhood education/experiences). And for her, that was always anime, among other things. So in this country, honestly, she feels the safest, on every fathomable level, esp on an inner child level, that she's ever been.

She might deadass get an apartment or property in Japan. And she SHOULD. They'll love her and she'll return it 10x over ❤️

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#celebrity astrology #astrology #megan thee stallion #megan thee stallion astrology #astrocartography

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slexenskee · 1 year

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The Evolution of Pop Punk Gojo / No Scrubs

Honestly the real answer as to why he's such a pop punk gremlin in May Death Never Stop You is bc I wanted him to be lol. But I did come up with a backstory for it even if I doubt it'll ever make the fic itself.

Keep in mind this is not at all part of the story and Gojo / No Scrubs can play whatever music you want, any songs I call out specifically are really just examples.

BABY PUNK IN THE MAKING ERA: 2000

It’s 2000. The Sony Walkman CD player has been around for over 15 years; the iPod is only a year away.

Gojo is ten years-old and he’s just lost his useless minders in the crowded, tangled streets around Harajuku.

Being allowed out alone (for a given definition of alone, but at the very least without the usual entourage befitting the young master of an ancient house) is a new experience for him. He’s spent the entirety of his life enclosed within the guarded walls of the Gojo clan, learning his clan’s history and techniques. It’s been a very sheltered and secluded existence, and not entirely without reason; since the heralded birth of the Six Eyes holder, assassins and curses alike have been after him. The existence of Gojo Satoru changed the world order, and he was guarded accordingly. It’s rare he has a chance to leave the clan compound, rarer still to be out alone.

But he’s almost eleven now, and he’s mastered his clan’s Limitless Blue technique as well as Infinity; even first-grade curses wouldn’t give him much trouble anymore. He no longer needs the stifling protection of his clan to the degree he had as a small child, and accordingly the hold his clan has on him is growing tenuous. So he’s given the day in Tokyo, ostensibly to find himself a present for his birthday.

He probably would have just gone with cake— he has a rampant sweet tooth, but is rarely allowed to eat sweets— but he’s distracted by blaring, foreign music.

He finds himself alone in front of a record store blasting rock music from a boombox speaker in the front. The store is full of punk clothing, streetwear, and endless rows of CDs all stuffed full of questionably dressed youths. The whole store is very Western, which is a novelty for a child with a very traditional and secluded upbringing in the already secluded Jujutsu society— it’s noisy and loud and seems to be the antithesis to everything his clan has tried to teach him about etiquette and propriety as the scion of a noble house; suffice it to say, he loves it at first sight.

So of course the first thing he does is buy himself a Sony Walkman and grab a handful of CDs from the front table.

The hapless and chronically underpaid part-timer who happened to stock the front display that day was not prepared to accidentally set the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer on his road of anti-establishment chaos, but really what else did you expect from putting up all that 90's alt-grunge?

Siamese Dream ℗ Smashing Pumpkins, 1994 | Nevermind ℗ Nirvana, 1991 | Third Eye Blind ℗ Third Eye Blind, 1997

Gojo basically grew up in a house with little exposure to music, so throwing himself directly into a genre baked in themes of social alienation, angst, and loneliness that happened to perfectly reflect his own life experiences was something of a happy coincidence. He didn't understand nearly enough English at the time to comprehend the lyrics, but the feeling was conveyed nonetheless.

At some point during his pre-teen angst era he gets access to a computer. His very traditional and insulated family have no fucking clue what the hell a computer even is, so when he says he wants one and goes and gets it they have no idea what kind of open frontier they're giving him with access to the internet. 2001 rolls around and Gojo gets his hands on his first iPod, and promptly becomes that kid on iTunes who racks up hundreds of dollars worth of music purchases before even realizing what he's done.

Most Played Tracks on Gojo's poor Sony Walkman:

Nirvana: Come As You Are, Rape Me, Smells Like Teen Spirit, In Bloom

Smashing Pumpkins: Mayonaise, Today, Cherub Rock, 1979, Bullet with Butterfly Wings

Soundgarden: Black Hole Sun, Spoonman

Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life, How's It Going to Be, Jumper, Narcolepsy

--MIDDLE SCHOOL GLORY DAYS ERA | 2002 - 2005--

He's in junior high when Fall Out Boy drops Take This To Your Grave in 2003. He's a tiny body of angst and arrogance at the time, so the rebellious-spirited, nihilistic bad-boy aesthetic of pop-punk really resonated with him. He gets really into it; middle school sucks for everyone, but it especially sucks when you've been heralded as a once-in-a-generation sorcerer with god-like powers yet somehow you're still shucked into an elitist young master's private school full of normal (if not blindingly rich) people.

Gojo is very good looking and very good at everything he tries his hand at, so it's not a matter of popularity necessarily. People flock to him all the time, but even amongst a crowd of enamored pre-teens he's never felt more alone. His arrogant personality keeps everyone at a distance, just as he likes it. It all seems so pointless to him, when he's going to Jujutsu Tech for high school anyway. These people don't matter, and they may as well be aliens with how much they live in an entirely different world than Gojo.

Take This To Your Grave ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2003 | American Idiot ℗ Green Day, 2004 | Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge ℗ My Chemical Romance, 2004

This is also around the time he commits himself to actually learning English well enough to understand the lyrics - no matter how fast or convoluted the accent - and he spends a lot of time ignoring the world in his room with his headphones at full blast. A rite of passage for any self-respecting preteen full of existential fatalism.

Completely alone even as he's put on a pedestal by Jujutsu society, music is really his only solace. It makes a profound impact on him, if only because it's the only human touch that can still reach him through his Infinity. He's pushed everyone out of his life but Gerard Way and Patrick Stump, which I also firmly believe is a preteen rite of passage.

He definitely lays around in bed and debates blowing things up, except unlike regular preteens who regularly stomp up to their room and slam the door shut and tell the world to fuck off he's actually capable of doing it. He doesn't though, and instead just listens to You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison for the hundredth time.

Songs that Made it Onto Gojo's iPod Shuffle:

Blink 182: What's my Age Again, Mutt, Stay Together For the Kids

Bowling for Soup: 1985

Fall Out Boy: Homesick at Space Camp, Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over, Saturday

Green Day: Jesus of Suburbia, American Idiot, Holiday,

Good Charlotte: The Anthem, Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Lit: My Own Worst Enemy

The Killers: When You Were Young, Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told Me

My Chemical Romance: You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison, I Never Told You What I do For a Living, I'm Not Okay (I Promise), Famous Last Words, Helena

Sum 41: Fat Lip, In Too Deep

Weezer: Say it AIn't So

--HIGH SCHOOL ANGST ERA | 2005 - 2008--

Gojo finally starts his tenure as a student at Jujutsu Tech and it's... unexpected. There are only two other sorcerers in his year and he's not really getting along with either of them. Not that he really puts in anything but a nominal effort. He's spent all of his junior high career as the king of his school, and that was among a bunch of kids who couldn't even comprehend his actual greatness.

Now he's returned to the Jujutsu World, and becomes the irreverent, chaotic, rule-flaunting little shit we all love and adore.

He's a bit disillusioned by it all, to be honest. Life, generally, but also all the pageantry that goes into every facet of it. There's a certain anxiety and depression that goes along with looking at your own life, which is the premise of most of Pete Wentz's lyrics on Fall Out Boy's Under the Cork Tree and also just the thematic overview of Gojo's high school existence. There's an emptiness that comes after the existential dread of self-introspection that Gojo promptly fills up with Fall Out Boy, and then with the addition of Infinity on High (his favorite album, entirely because it has Infinity in the name) even more Fall Out Boy.

From Under the Cork Tree ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2005 | So Wrong, It's Right ℗ All Time Low, 2007 | Infinity on High ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2007

It's an era of Fall Out Boy for him, interspersed with some other great bands of the time/genre. This is also around the time that online music radio Pandora was making its rounds amongst the online music scene, which Gojo spent a surprising amount of time in, for someone who had little to no interest in making music himself.

It would have been nice to be able to bond with his fellow students over music, like he's seen in plenty of movies, but Shoko is a die-hard City Pop fan and Suguru is one of those disturbing 'I just listen to whatever's on the radio' types. Maybe there are other kids in the other years that have better taste, but Gojo's not really the sort to be broadcasting his likes or interests like that - doesn't really fit his 'bad boy' image.

He starts high school pretty firmly entrenched in his pop-punk / emo phase, but it's a pretty tumultuous three years of his life - and society in general, with the internet becoming mainstream and smartphones hitting consumer markets globally - and his music tastes reflect this.

Most Played Tracks on Gojo's Hot Pink iPod Nano:

All Time Low: Dear Maria Count Me In, Six Feet Under the Stars, Coffee Shop Soundtrack, Stay Awake

Cage the Elephant: In One Ear, Back Against the Wall

Fall Out Boy: Sugar We're Going Down, Dance Dance, Nobody Puts Baby in The Corner, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, Thnks fr the Mmrs, This Ain't a Scene It's an Arms Race, The Take Over the Break's Over, Coffee's for Closers

Modest Mouse: Float On, Dashboard

My Chemical Romance: Cancer, Disenchanted

Panic! At the Disco: I Write Sins Not Tragedies, But It's Better if You Do

Paramore: Misery Business, That's What You Get, Decode

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Dani California, Scar Tissue, Under the Bridge

Taking Back Sunday: Makedamnsure, Twenty Twenty Surgery, Cute Without the 'E' (Cut from the Team)

The Strokes: Reptilia, Last Night, Someday

--- ADULTING IS FOR OTHER PEOPLE ERA | 2008+ ---

Post Star Plasma Vessel/Suguru's defection Gojo is a Mess™, but you'll never know it because he continues on acting like an irreverent little shit who doesn't care about anything.

He goes through a period where he doesn't consciously reject the songs that encapsulated his idyllic teenage life, but nonetheless pivots away from the pop-punk genre. He spends a lot of time pulling that Pablo Escobar Narcos meme and staring blankly out into bleak vistas in total silence and solitude. In hindsight, for all his teenage angst and loneliness, his time with Shoko and Suguru had been the least lonely he'd ever felt. Now that he's once again entirely on his own - Shoko off being a doctor and Suguru going off the deep end - he realizes he'd had a brief taste of the feeling of belonging he'd been missing his whole life.

He gets into a lot of indie pop and post-punk stuff, with more electric and synthetic sounds and upbeat tempos.

He traded in his trusty iPod Nano to an iPod Touch, and shortly after switched to the iPhone when it hit the global markets in 2009. Yeah, he was one of those Apple heads, the kind who always had to have the latest Macs and Apple products. In his defense, he was not a tech snob so much as a music snob, and at the time iTunes was the dominant music platform.

Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix ℗ Phoenix, 2009 | Oracular Spectacular ℗ MGMT, 2007 | The Modern Glitch ℗ The Wombats, 2011

He spends most of his early 20's in an indie phase, gets into a lot of electronic, and then from there uses the powers of the internet and gets into all sorts of other genres. One way or another he spends some time in the disco/house music neighborhood, a genre he and Makoto will spectacularly bond over, only to then do a total 180 and decide to form a pop-punk band together.

By the time he's stuck in his second life, it's been decades since he's listened to some of those songs he used to love as an angsty teenager. As an adult he lost track of all his old CDs, probably gathering dust in the attic of the Gojo clan house he avoids at all costs, and as the world moved towards streaming services he stopped keeping up with his staggering iTunes library. It's not as if he forgot those bands or anything, but as the world's strongest sorcerer he rarely had the time to listen to music like he used to.

When he gets dragged back into life as Todoroki Touya, it's been ages since he's heard Fall Out Boy and frankly, he misses it.

There's a glaring lack of the grunge, pop-punk and emo music in this new world he's in, and after digging around online - and begrudgingly, the local library for history books once the internet proves unforthcoming - he learns that most of those bands he used to love don't even exist in this world. Quirks appeared in this parallel universe just around the time Gojo himself had been born. The global upheaval that followed that profound change in human existence caused a chain of events that would have all the disenfranchised youths of the 90's and 2000's too distracted by global chaos, world wars and civil terrorism to make the music he loved and remembered. Music is art after all, and art is a direct response to the experiences of the people who make it.

As far as Gojo's concerned, not having the likes of Nirvana or My Chemical Romance in an entire human history is an absolutely travesty, so he sets out to not only bring those songs back for himself but also as the one good deed he'll ever care to do in this second life of his. And if he happens to make tons of money and reach critical acclaim while he does it... that's just a bonus.

#fic may death never stop you #totally unnecessary backstory #but here we are

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bashamichiroom · 1 year

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yuri-is-online · 10 days

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So I’ve got to ask, would you recommend Tokyo Revengers from your experience so far? Does the story and characters outweigh the (alleged) obnoxious currency system and money grabs?

So my gut reaction is to say no, I do not because I just cannot feel comfortable recommending this game in the state it's in, but I am going to make a pros and cons list to help maybe give you (and anyone else curious) a basic idea of where my head is at right now and help you make your own decision.

Cons

THERE ARE NO CAMPAIGN REWARDS. I cannot stress that enough there is nothing being given out to day one players to help you get started, and honestly it's super hard. Saving up for pulls feels like a foreign concept, there are so few opportunities to earn gems I have no real idea how I would even start building a stash let alone a team with the few characters I currently have. They don't give you a free SSR like twst does to help out, just the free SR from choosing your guy at the beginning though they do have a paid free SSR function. Now Twisted Wonderland does too, but like I said they give you a free one with unlimited re-rolls at the start.

Someone actually did the math about pulls and I agree with their assessment here: the cost isn't the worst I have seen in a gacha, but when you couple that with no free SSR for f2p, lack of reliable way to earn gems and I can feel it being a nightmare if the game progresses any further without a re vamp of some sort.

There really is no point to the combat or team building in this game beyond being a road block between you and the story. It's full auto which could be neat if there were nice animations but there aren't. It really might as well not be there, and that's before you get to the SSR rates...

Neither Pro nor Con

You might have noticed the above reddit user talking about the distinction between joseimuke vs otome and the reason for that is way back when this game was first announced it was supposed to be an otome game, which implies a level of explicit romance and relationship between the MC and the characters that is not typically present in joseimuke games. The current version of the game has a cast that seems to have completely changed, both character and voice actor wise. The stated reason for this and the delay was "changes in the market." It was originally supposed to be based off of Tokyo Ghoul? And was supposed to release in 2019, but was delayed until 2020, then put on indefinite hiatus until it's release now.

On an unrelated note, OG Obey Me! was released on December 11, 2019, Twisted Wonderland was released in Japan on March 18 2020, and Genshin Impact's world wide release was on September 28 of the same year. Make of that what you will.

"Yuri why did you bring up Obey Me?" Well Solomon's ring is introduced as a plot device... which could be interesting if they are going the direction I think they are with it but I don't know if I have enough faith in them for that.

The Pros

The characters in this game are honestly really fun. I really do mean that, I am not sold on their dorms/houses but the dynamics between the characters themselves are good for what they are. But the tone is very goofy compared to Twisted Wonderland (despite featuring more explicit topics) and I don't think these characters are as well developed as twst's are, but I think that can be chalked up to one of these games having been written by a manga author and the other having not.

I am a little bitch who hates horror stuff and is easily spooked but I really love how they are using modern internet horror monsters in this game. The first book features a creepy pasta monster that I was legitimately afraid of as a kid and I love their take on him. This second book features a ghost from a popular Japanese creepypasta. I'm a sucker for people being creative and using things that have become a part of popular culture without making it cringe, and I think this game succeeds at that.

Wrap Up

This entire situation has made me think about two animes I really like that I think sort of fall into the same dynamic as Twisted Wonderland and Tokyo Debunker. The first I am sure you have heard of, it's called Komi Can't Communicate and follows a girl with trouble communicating who really wants to make friends, and ends up accidentally befriending a guy who wants to help her out. The manga started being released in 2016 and is still going. It's quite good and I like it a lot.

The second is a little show called Aharen-san wa Hakarenai. It's manga started in 2017 and it received an anime adaptation around the same time as Komi san was being adapted. It follows a girl who has trouble communicating who really wants to make friends who accidentally befriends a guy who wants to help her out. I have no idea if Komi-san inspired Aharen-san nor do I really care because once you get past the generic set up, the routes the story takes are completely different as are the personalities of the characters. Komi is a slice of life and coming of age story in addition to a romcom, whereas Aharen is just a straight up romcom with a really cute main couple. There is room for both to exist because both stories do their own thing, just with a similar premise. There really is no reason Tokyo Debunker and Twisted Wonderland can't do the same, provided TD gives itself room to breathe and fixes it's damn grind.

Well assuming it picks up in Japan, it doesn't seem super popular over here right now.

#<3 asks #tokyo debunker

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todayintokyo · 9 months

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Hi there! Hope you’re well and not melting away in the humidity. I am super excited to be planning a trip to Japan again after almost four years away. Considering I lived 1) in Kansai-ish territory and 2) near Nagoya, I never got much chance to explore Tokyo outside of the usual tourist places. I already have Jinbocho on my list (along with one of the Aoyama flower market tea houses and Nakano Broadway)— do you have any suggestions for what’s fun in Tokyo for someone who is a little more experienced with the area?

Welcome back!

Now here's a challenge! I don’t know whether you're looking for new & trendy, or old & traditional, and a lot depends on the season, but…

1) Stroll from Ueno Park or Nezu to Yanaka and Sendagi. See if you can find Snake Street and follow its curves. Yanaka is as Kyoto as Tokyo gets. Yanaka and Kagurazaka.

2) Shibamata for more old Edo vibes. Cross the river on the ferry. Only ferry in Tokyo.

3) Sunamachi Ginza Shopping District in Koto-ku: another old area that's being transformed by gentrification.

4) Get lost in Shibuya Station, just for fun, but take tranquilizers with you. Walk from Shibuya via Shoto to Yoyogi Park. Shoto is one of the wealthiest areas in Tokyo, but it's not as famous as, say, Azabu-Juban or Denenchofu. Stop at Levain for bread and Fuglen for coffee.

5) Explore the swanky, hipsterish areas of Kichijōji, Shimokitazawa, Daikanyama. Take the Setagaya Tram Line from Sangenjaya to Gotokuji and visit the temple birthplace of the famous maneki-neko. Lots of tiny shops and quaint shopping streets in a relatively upmarket area along the way.

6) Okutama. Walk along the Mitake Valley Riverside Trail, from Ikusabata to Sawai, stop for sake at the Sawanoi Sake Brewery, visit the Gyokudo Museum. You can continue past Mitake to the Okutama Fishing Centre. If you are here in autumn, you'll see breathtaking autumn colours.

7) Yokohama! Not exactly Tokyo, but a nice day trip. Minato-Mirai, Yokohama Foreign General Cemetery (no, seriously, Google it), Sankeien Gardens.

I'm not a food expert, but there are really nice restaurants in all these areas. Add Yakitori Alley in Yurakucho to your list: great atmosphere. (There's a maze under the tracks between Yurakucho and Shimbashi. Well worth a visit, but it gets a bit dystopian.) Museums? Fukagawa Edo Museum in Kiyosumi, all the art museums in Ueno Park. Plants 'n stuff? Yumenoshima Tropical Greenhouse Dome. Shinjuku Gyoen remains my favourite Tokyo park/garden.

It's very touristy, but so iconic that it's really worth it: New York Bar and Grill in the Park Hyatt Tokyo. Expensive though. Cocktail Works is a craft gin bar in Kanda (close to Jimbocho), and a very good alternative (but without the glorious view) (which is the whole point) (actually).

Oh, by the way, Piss Alley in Shinjuku? So yesterday. Try Sankaku Chitai in Sangenjaya or Nogecho in Yokohama instead. Shh, don't tell anyone.

Best free and still relatively uncrowded view of skyline: Bunkyo Civic Center observation lounge. Shh again.

Would this suffice? If you send more details about your timing and what you're interested in, I'll happily add more.

Enjoy the planning as much as the trip! 😊

#replies #this was fun #but I probably missed all the best bits

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shiro41 · 3 months

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Summer of 2007

Sypnosis: When you say you love summer but sometimes, you mean Summer of 2007.

Note: WHAT EVEN IS THIS😭😭 if this gets 50+ notes im writing a part 2🙏

You look at the birds that chirped from a distance, happily engaging in an activity on a branch of a tree then, you look at him.

His soft blacks, so endearing and warm, so bright despite the dark hue. So soft, full with care and love that you cannot reflect, so genuine and alive. You love him.

"Suguru, look! That's us as birds!"

You pointed at said animals, he chuckled. Bubbles of laughter escapes him, smooth and silky voice agreeing with you as the both of you walk down the streets of Tokyo in a mundane summer with your uniforms. It's 2007, where everything is young and anything is trendy, where love is born from curious teenagers. Where you walk with Suguru after school.

"Look, that's us as cats."

He soon joined your small game of matching pairs of animals, leaning down to your height as you cooed at the walking animals from the rooftop of a home. You turn to him, telling him he'll be the black one and you'll be the orange tabby. The warmth of his hand never left you even if the hot summer breeze hit you from time to time, he didn't mind the sweat that's running down his neck nor the heat of the sleeves of the uniform and the hotness of your intertwined hands.

The sun was almost drowning, teasingly showing the burning stars and the peeking moon from the sky as it left with orange and pink splatters of colours on the canvas. A walk home towards the dormitory, still with Suguru who hums and listens to the words that spills from your mouth and an occassional reply from him that you absorb like sponge.

"Hey, Suguru?"

A hum.

"Do you think we're together in another universe?"

A silly question, you conclude. But, you can't help the gnawing itch in the corner of your mind, wanting to hear the boy's reply that you know will only melt the beating organ in your chest and the butterflies to only flutter more inside your stomach. You see the distant stars, close to one another, burning brightly as it could, as if telling the other a simple confession of feelings.

"Well,"

He stopped.

"Hmn?"

He cupped your cheeks, gentle and careful as if you were a fragile and valuable object in the palm of his hands. Puffed cheeks, you muffled a voice of complaint but was silenced with a smile on his face and a peck on your lips.

"I'm sure we're together in all universe there is."

The Summer of 2007, in which he who swore to be with you until death do you part, in which he swore to love you even if you're no longer Suguru Geto and (Name) (Last name).

The Summer of 2007 when he told you he loves you in a way no one have ever done.

"(Name)?"

"Yes?"

"If I die, please do me a favour and take care of yourself."

He placed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, leaning on the palm of his hand as he admired the beauty of your face that has been made with centuries of love and sacrifices.

"Find your happiness even when I'm no longer there, drink water, take care of your body, find yourself."

"Suguru, don't say that as if you're going to die anytime soon!"

The Summer of 2007 when he told you he'll love you, up to a point where death cannot do you part.

....

"Hey, Sensei?"

"Yes, Nobara?"

"Which is better, Summer or Winter?"

You pondered for a moment, placing the brown cup of coffee down the table as you thought of the pros and cons of the opposite seasons. The Room was quiet, Nobara and Itadori were anticipating about your answer that surprisingly took quite a time.

"I think..I think I like Summer more."

You answered, giving them a smile as Nobara lightly slapped the wooden table out of victory as Itadori slumped on his chair.

Summer is great, in your opinion. Beach and ice cream was always tapping your shoulders, the view was also enticing especially in foreign countries unlike winter, stuck in your house sometimes freezing and always a struggle to go out.

Summer, in your opinion, is better than winter.

But maybe you don't like summer, sometimes, you mean the Summer of 2007.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto x reader #suguru geto #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto

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cannellee · 7 months

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Love this blog fr <3 wish their was more omegaverse on tumblr..

I have a request! Any alpha tokyo revengers characters x tall! Omega reader !!!

Can you imagine reader from far away looks intimidating because of their height but is actually a sweet heart !! I love this trope sm

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x tall!omega! Reader (pairing : mikey, draken, baji & sanzu)

— a/b/o tokyo revengers headcanons

tw : slightly pervy mikey (?) & unhinged baji.

my masterlist : ☆

(aaah thank you sm!! I hope you like it🫶)

MIKEY

when mikey first met you, he never once thought you were an omega. a beta for sure or a submissive alpha at least, but definitely not an omega.

you had that intimidating look and an overall quietness that is so foreign to an omega. he was surprised when you first talked to him about a school project to smell such a sweet aroma around you.

probably thought you were carrying some sort of snacks and asked you to share.

your usually unexpresisve features softened instantly and you explained quickly that it was just your pheromones.

seeing a flustered look on your face was new for mikey. he might be slow at times but he understood immediately what you meant and that he was mistaken.

your height never phased him. he was an alpha, and didn't need his omega to be shorter than him for him to have confidence.

when you started dating, he was actually amused by the reactions you would give him.

mikey loved to tease you. you just seemed so sure of yourself, even though all he needed to do to make you loose your composure was his pheromones.

it seems you were very sensitive to smells, more than your average omega. and mikey knew it.

he couldn't help himself! you were just so cute crouching down to dig your nose into his neck to moment his scent hit you.

your scent also drove him crazy. with little to no care for time or place, mikey would often bury his nose into your chest. it's not his fault if your boobs were always right in front of his eyes!

he doesn't care if you're shy, you can't stop him from getting a good sniff. you might be taller but mikey still is stronger than you.

would then sweep you off your feets and carry you bridal style to yours or his house.

mikey loves it when you're both inside his bed or your nest, that way he can kiss you without having to ask you to bend down. that face you make when you weren't expecting his kisses is adorable!

forces you into his clothes. he loves when you smell like him, especially when you both go outside. his sweaters are often too small for you, but insists you look good with tight clothes regardless.

buys a few oversized shirts a while after...

mikey felt a sense of pride to have such a beautiful omega submit to him & accept him as her alpha.

he might tease you a lot, but never about your height, and those who dare act up in front of you are met with a fight, no exceptions.

mikey is unsurprisingly protective and takes his role as your alpha really seriously.

people often mistake you as a beta and that sometimes lead you to uncomfortable situations. others don't think much of it and think of you as an assertive type of person, they often disregard your feelings as a result.

that's not mikey's case. and his instincts and genuine care for you make him able to read every one of your reactions, even though he doesn't look like the observant type.

if you don't feel at ease, he will gently drag you away and take his time to calm you down.

DRAKEN

being taller than any omega, people would often subconsciously treat you with less care than your counterparts.

believing the perfect omega is someone shorter than them, most alphas never even looked at you as a potential mate.

you kept repeating to yourself that it didn't matter, that you would fine someone worth it one day. but you couldn't change the fact that you were deeply insecure.

you tried everything to make you look smaller, less intimidating, being sure you would attract more alphas, but to no avail.

when you met draken was the first time you didn't feel out of place.

being pretty tall himself and an alpha at that, he was unexpectedly the taller one out of the both of you.

he is also surprised about your height but doesn't think twice about it.

you're a sweet thing who needs an alpha's attention, and good for you, draken is just soo ready to give you that.

the more he gets to know you, the more delicate you appear in his eyes. your every moves are so captivating, slow and soft.

draken's protective instincts are always on when you're near.

he enjoys the fact that he doesn't have to bend down to kiss you. he will look at you in the eyes and tenderly put his lips on yours. it's just easier and more romantic that way!

being almost the same height as him is very practical too! he's your personal stress reliever, and you find yourself burying your face into his neck with ease at any time of the day.

draken lets you do anything with him. he loves making you happy and comfortable.

knows it's useless but draken will still try and help you around the house or when you're doing groceries to grab the higher items before you do.

says it's to avoid you dropping it on your face and hurting yourself, you tell him you can easily do it yourself but you find his motives very touching.

draken knows how previous alphas have treated you and hates himself for not meeting you sooner.

would give them the beating of their lives if he ever got his hands on those who hurt you.

how could someone possibly harm you, physically or mentally, you're such a kind omega, and so docile at that. your desire to please your alpha is so strong it drives draken mad.

you're lucky you found him. draken knows how to look after you the way a reliable alpha should. you can always count on him!

BAJI

baji is completely devoted to you.

I still can't get off my head how he's toman's n.1 boyfriend.

when baji first saw you, he knew he was going to make you his.

he thought you were the prettiest omega he ever saw and never once doubted your second gender.

most people would agree baji is a bit clueless but there are stuff that don't escape his eye.

the way you carried yourself so softly, your soft spoken tone, your natural kindness and the terribly sweet and fruity smell that followed you everywhere, there was no way you could be anything other than an omega.

while baji has his smart moments, he also is a bit dense.

probably thought he would've to assert dominance first, in order to make you look at him.

people couldn't possibly get the attention of an omega such as you, elegant and graceful, without proving themselves.

can you imagine how shocked he was when he found out you didn't like his present.

turns out burnt cars with your name carved on them isn't your thing.

baji starts to court you like a normal alpha would after that.

when you both finally decide to date, he's the most doting alpha you've ever had.

people sometimes look at you funny. you both form and odd pair, with a feral alpha baji and his tall and shy omega who's trying to calm him down.

when that happens you drown him in you scent and hug him like a baby.

he loves it when you do that, but when he cools down, you're back into his arms and he's the one scenting you.

if you were to ever kindly make fun of him for being shorter, he would waste no time in tackling you to the bed and making you understand that he doesn't have to be your height to be the one in control in your relationship.

baji has the upper hand in your dynamic, his abundant confidence is what keeps him away from insecurities.

he knows he's very much capable and can protect you if danger arises.

has such a soft spot for you, he thinks you're genuinely the purest and most loving person he knows.

when he wants to look at you in the eyes, he carries you with ease to the nearest low wall and makes you sit on it. places himself in front of you, between your legs and starts scenting you.

scenting is a big part of your couple's life. baji is all about claiming you in that way.

showers you with kisses and attention. your height doesn't matter to him.

SANZU

sanzu takes dating you as a way to prove himself as an alpha.

you're tall, confident and really beautiful.

he thinks he's way out of your league.

tall omegas like you are so rare, countless of alphas must have tried to get their hands on you but you still chose him?

that's it, you're bound for life.

the first time you interacted he was swept off his feet, he thought you were really pretty, sure, but your kind-hearted and humble personality was unexpected.

you were a breath of fresh air in his life of delinquent.

growls and threatens anyone who dares offend you, if they can't appreciate the person you are then there's no reason they should stay around you any longer.

sanzu with a tall omega mate gives off major guard dog energy. he feels like you're so precious you could be snatched away instantly if he were to turn his head, even for a small second.

probably a bit paranoid, but that's why he protects you so well. sanzu will unknowingly make you feel the safest you've ever been.

now his wardrobe is your wardrobe, he will buy clothes too big for him just so you can wear his stuff.

sanzu is always with you, insists that you need his constant care, that your unusual height makes you more desirable and that he can't let another alpha gets his hands on you.

acts all big and fierce when you're both out, he needs to keep the danger at bay, but gets all pouty at home and engulfs himself in your embrace.

he loves it when you're the one who takes care of him at home.

complains about how you didn't look at him enough earlier when you were with your friends. he's just mad he has to grab your chin to make you notice him more.

he will use his pheromones if you keep teasing him, spreading them so much your heat start and he has to carry you home to take care of you just the way you need it.

sanzu just worships your every being. thinks your height is the most attractive part of your body.

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jiminjamms · 2 years

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sex therapy :: 13. fantasy vs reality

chapter tags/warnings: misogynistic! naoya. family drama. political corruption. oh, and financial corruption too. infidelity/adultery. strong language. humiliation. classism.

word count: 3.3k

notes: in this chapter, i tried something i haven't done before in this fic, which is to offer a perspective outside of our own. through this, I hope to provide a more fulfilling experience in the overall plot and show that, despite their differences, perhaps y/n and naoya are just two sides of the same unfortunate coin. enjoy! as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated. xoxo

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 • 【 house of cards 】

Naoya Zenin knew he was in deep trouble for two reasons.

First, the time in Japan was currently well past three in the morning. Second, his father—rather than his trusted secretary—dialed Naoya’s personal mobile number.

And Naobito, as the old-fashioned man he was, never phoned Naoya personally. Ever.

In fact, Naoya had not even realized his phone’s incessant buzzing until the sixth call, during which the young CEO tossed over in bed, still snug in plush covers when he finally reached for the device on the nightstand.

“Who the hell?” he grumbled to no one in particular as he sat up. When the chilled air that circulated in the suite pricked at his skin, he grabbed the nearby bath towel to cover his otherwise naked torso. He stared down, the screen’s glare blinding him momentarily and forcing him to squint past the brightness.

“Fuck,” Naoya mumbled when he finally made out his father’s name on the Caller ID. He strolled from his bedroom and out into the similarly dimmed hallway in groggy motions, all the while keeping his eyes peeled on his screen.

His thumb hovered over the green ‘Accept Call’ button, but he hesitated when he noticed his pulse pick up pace. Was he…afraid?

Remain calm, he assured himself.

There should be no reason for him to be nervous—he had been under more high-stakes situations as the Zenin Corporation’s top-dog, circumstances where billions were on the table. Compared to those scenarios, one simple call with his very own father should be like a walk in the park.

With one deep breath, Naoya finally pressed at his screen and brought his phone to his ear.

“Hel—”

“You fucking piece of shit!” Naobito Zenin spat through the line. Vicious was the venom in his voice. Although Naoya was accustomed to his father’s insults, the shouts remained so loud that he had to dial the volume down. “Care to explain where in hell you’ve been ever since disappearing during the family reunion last week?”

“I’m in Beijing,” Naoya explained, keeping his voice level so as to not lose his temper as well. “Haven’t you heard from my assistants? I’m here for the Investor Conference and will be back in the office next Monday.”

Normally, the Zenin Corporation’s Chairman would relent at that. Despite his advanced age, a businessman as experienced as Naobito would understand the importance of foreign investment into the family-led conglomerate, particularly if the cash was flowing in from the world’s second-largest economy.

This time, however, was different.

“No, you’re coming back to Tokyo now.”

It wasn’t uncommon for Naobito to simply bark orders and for Naoya to just as simply obey. The older man had raised his only son with an iron fist, exerting near-absolute control over every action.

‘It’s because you don’t have the brains to do things better,’ Naobito had once explained. While the words had stung, Naoya was completely powerless in front of the Zenin patriarch, a man that held enough influence that any wrong move would cost the young CEO far too much in return.

Noticing the sudden lump in his throat, Naoya swallowed heavily. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Are you…Are you fucking kidding me?!” The chairman roared. Internally, Naoya was grateful that he was not in the immediate presence of his father, whose glare would most certainly feel like a thousand knives grazing at his neck. “Why don’t you tell me, huh? Why don’t you tell me why your fucking pictures are on fucking Japan Times with another fucking woman?”

“What—"

Immediately, Naoya brought the phone down from his ear and placed his father on speaker. No way. His heartbeat quickened exponentially as he tapped into his search engine, where googling his name revealed a low-resolution photo at the top of the search results.

Alarmed, Naoya tapped into one such source, pinching on the screen to zoom into the picture. As was typical of tabloid journalism, the photographs were hardly anywhere near good quality—pixelated with an obscure view of the main subjects.

But Naoya immediately recognized the Off-White bomber jacket that draped over his shoulders, the Ray-Ban sunglasses and the AMI Paris baseball cap that attempted to shield his face from onlookers. Most certainly, he also recognized the similarly well-dressed woman captured next to him, frozen in the pictures where the two walked up the steps to his private Gulfstream G650ER jet.

Those fucking paparazzi stalkers always had to be on his tail, didn’t they?

The more important question, however, was...how would he explain himself?

“That’s…” Was his voice actually shaking? “That’s not me, though.”

“Well, it better fucking not,” his father snarled, “because you’d have to be crazy if you think that Daisuke would keep his now-pregnant daughter married to a cheating bastard like that. You’re lucky that these photos only came out twenty minutes ago and it’s too early in the morning for anyone important to have seen them. Have you even checked on your wife?”

Right, his wife. Naoya had nearly forgotten about you since leaving the country. “She’s doing well.”

“Good.” The older man sounded reassured by the news, and Naoya was similarly relieved by his father’s gullibility until Naobito added, “But I’d wish you’d stop lying to my face.”

At the comment, Naoya felt his eyes grow wide and nearly dropped his device. “I wasn’t—"

“Listen here.” Although Naobito’s volume had lowered considerably, his voice teetered between a warning and a growl. “I wasn’t born last night. I don’t know specifically where you are or who that new woman is or what crap you’re up to, but don’t fuck more shit up. To cover up for all the antics you had done in America, I had to pull all possible strings just so Daisuke would let his beloved daughter marry you. Do you understand how difficult that was for me?”

“Yes,” Naoya replied curtly.

That was really the last straw. Just hearing his father—for the millionth time—bring up his past, his marriage, and his apparent lack of gratitude was such an earsore, and Naoya quickly felt his panic transform into aggravation.

Truthfully, Naoya resented this. He hated how he was nothing but a pawn for the family name, hated how he was rushed to marry some random girl just to improve his public image, hated how his goddamn wife was the real trump card in the distinguished family that he—not you!—was the heir to.

Yet, at the same time, Naoya relished his power. In fact, he loved it. Oftentimes, he would tell himself that he was merely making a short-term sacrifice of his sanity for long-term security in his money and prestige.

The Zenin heir had an elaborate plan, actually, for the moment Naobito Zenin would kick the bucket. How amazing that day would be. Just fantasizing about the financial and political prowess he would inherit could leave Naoya lightheaded—the turquoise waters he would sail, the litany of riches he would indulge in, the family members that would then bow to his every demand.

However, until that fateful day came to fruition, he had to bear with the old oaf that was his paternal parent.

“It doesn’t matter that you are my only son,” Naobito continued to fume, which scattered his son’s reverie. “If you botch this marriage with Daisuke’s daughter, you won’t ever step into this household again. Besides, you should know full well how easily I can oust those who tarnish the Zenin name.”

Naoya internally scoffed. Was his father really trying to threaten him? “Yes, I under—.”

“Although, with every passing day, I am realizing that I should’ve allowed your cousin to take his rightful place in the company. At least he’s infinitely more capable than you could ever be.”

Well, this was new. Out of everything his father said today, Naoya surely found this last bit the most outrageous.

The comment was almost uncharacteristic when coming from a stringent man like the patriarch. Since when did his father ever look back on his decisions? Was Naobito Zenin seriously thinking about the nephew that he himself banished from the Zenin household, claiming that…that outcast had more brains to be in the C-Suite than his only son?

He’s got to be kidding me.

Naoya clenched his jaw, blood rushing to his brain from unadulterated anger despite his silence. Even if he wanted to argue that he had every right and competence to lead the family conglomerate, he didn’t want to threaten his position by squabbling with his father any further.

“Call these newspaper publishers and tell them to take those damned articles down. This better be done before dawn. Bribe those brats with hush money if you must. I know I can trust you with this.” Naobito then laughed sardonically. “Besides, you’d proven in your history to be an expert in that field.”

Naoya’s lips pressed into a thin, wavering line. “I will.”

“Wonderful. We will talk more later then.” For the first time during the call, his father seemed pleased. “I will see you at the office in the morning then.” And at that, the Zenin leader promptly hung up.

Arms dropping to his sides, Naoya huffed as a thousand thoughts whizzed in his mind.

“In the morning, huh?” he pondered to himself.

Normally, the trip was no tall order. The Gulfstream aircraft, at full speed, could easily take the young CEO from Beijing to Tokyo in about four hours. If Naoya pressed his pilot to go a tad faster, he could make it back in three.

Except Naoya was actually eleven thousand kilometers away from the Chinese capital, which meant that a flight home would cost him half a day at least.

He should have foreseen such a situation before he made the impulsive decision to travel from the Eastern Hemisphere to the West, from the Land of the Rising Sun to the coastline of Baja California.

Now here he was in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. This was the perfect destination for luxurious resorts, spectacular beaches, fresh cuisine, and tropical weather. There was a reason he planned a much-needed getaway here, after all. Yet, this had to be the worst place for Naoya to be if he ever hoped to reach home anytime soon.

Sighing, he peeked past the nearby curtains. Outside, the midday sun in Cabo hung hot and high, a sharp contrast to the current darkness in Tokyo. The next thing he took in was the stunning view of the Pacific, sparkling water that stretched for miles out into the horizon. He spotted some empty Bali beds at the beach, and oh—how he longed to lay there with not a care in the world.

“Baby?”

Immediately, the soft voice from the bedroom broke Naoya’s thoughts loose, the nervousness that once ran hot in his blood giving way to a flood of serotonin.

“Sorry,” he whispered apologetically. “Did I wake you up?”

Rising from the mattress was someone who must be the goddess of beauty herself, rubbing at her dewy eyes as she rose gracefully from her slumber. With her caramel-colored hair and peachy skin, she was nothing short of a literal angel, stealing Naoya’s breath when he spotted her past the doorway.

“Are you okay?” Between sentences, she stretched her arms but remained as ethereal as ever. “I heard that old man’s voice over the speaker. He isn’t the type to call.”

As much as Naoya longed to leap into the woman’s embrace, to tell her about all his familial troubles, to release all his pent-up anguish, Naoya—knowing that his paparazzi predicament involved her as well—kept his reply vague to not worry her.

“Something had come up. I’m going to have to head home in a bit.”

“You mean right now?” she asked with an irresistible pout. “But you booked this suite for the rest of the week, Naoya. We were supposed to go sailing at Santa Maria Bay tomorrow and head to the spa on Saturday, too.”

“I know.” The sincere disappointment was evident in his voice. Naoya stepped back into the bedroom, tossing aside the towel at his waist in exchange for a fresh button-up and trousers.

“When my father tells me to deal with personal matters at home, I must do as he says,” he elaborated while tying his dress shoes. Once he finished, he walked over to his lover’s bedside and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “But you should stay here in Cabo and have fun for me, Mari.”

“But…” The woman—Mari—glanced up at him with the largest brown eyes. “But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too.” Despite his forlorn smile, Naoya reached into the nearby nightstand’s drawer and pressed the retrieved Amex Black Card into the woman’s hands. “I’m taking the PJ but if you call my assistant later today, he’ll help you book a first-class flight back to Tokyo. Tell him to charge this card. Don’t forget to buy something nice for your daughter while my credit card’s with you.”

Mari chuckled quietly at the suggestion. “She will get suspicious, babe.”

He knew about the…let's just say, interesting dynamic that existed between her daughter and the rest of her so-called family, but he chose to feign his surprise instead. "Really?" he asked with a raised brow. “You think so?”

“Yes. Tsumiki is very close with her stepbrother and stepfather, you know.” With a pause, she then added, “Or shall I say, ex-stepbrother and stepfather.”

Gentle laughter then bubbled in the room.

That was what Naoya loved about Mari. She was honest, sensible, witty, and incredibly, incredibly charming. This was the woman whose body he could never get enough of, a woman who deserved the world—deserved his world. And to Naoya, there was nothing like a gorgeous MILF that could flatter him and make him feel like the center of her universe.

Of course, there was a selfish intent in his relationship with her as well. Amazingly naïve, she had a tendency to run her mouth, often spilling more information than necessary (such that Naoya sometimes had to worry about how much she might accidentally leak about himself). But she was well-informed about just the right people, and after his conversation with his father, Mari’s intel might just prove valuable very soon.

At the thought, the Zenin heir smiled, amber eyes crinkling at the corners. “At least treat yourself while you’re here in Mexico.”

“Aw, you are too sweet. This is why I love you.” Warmly, Mari wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace and planted a firm kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Truthfully, there was no need to thank him. The thousands (or even tens of thousands) that she would end up spending would barely make a dent in his fortune. Furthermore, there were also selfish reasons to make sure Mari was on his good side as well, for her to feel indebted to his kindness. However, given her plain background, Mari was easily impressed and appreciated the littlest things. Her refreshing reactions made her just too easy and amusing for Naoya to delight.

“I’ll text you,” Naoya promised as he gave Mari one last peck and trailed toward the exit.

“See you soon,” she called behind him.

Soon. In their world, there was no guarantee regarding when ‘soon’ would be. It could be tomorrow; it could be a month from now. Once they stepped back in Japan, his busy schedule, his stupid trophy wife, and the many prying eyes and ears—all hungry for upper-class gossip—always made their secret meetups difficult, as proven by the mess he was in right now.

Oh, which reminded him…

Just before he dashed out the door, Naoya scrolled through his contacts in haste. He stopped at one entry, calling the number and exhaling with relief when the other line picked up the phone within two rings. Before the recipient even had the chance to greet him, Naoya already jumped in.

“It’s me,” he said sternly. “It’s about my pictures in your newspaper.”

Denial, as you may know, is the first stage of grief.

‘Naoya Zenin is cheating on you.’

No, that couldn’t possibly be.

You don’t even remember much after Toji said that. Nothing but you rushing out of that meeting room and calling the nearest taxi home, thoughts all blurred from the influx of information. You had barely processed the full conversation in your head because news kept coming one after another, leaving you in a befuddled state.

But perhaps you had believed Toji, given that you googled your husband’s name upon your arrival at home in the wee hours of the Tokyo morning. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you had scrolled through the result’s ‘Images’ and ‘News’ sections, eyes rapidly scanning row after row only to see praises for Naoya and his extraordinary business skills.

Hours later, you had discovered nothing to support Toji’s preposterous supposition, and suddenly, you were riddled with guilt for ever doubting your husband’s faith in the first place.

This was why you found yourself with your face pressed against your kitchen bar’s marble countertop, the white surface colder than what you had remembered. How long have you been here? Faintly, you remember phasing in and out of sleep at your seat, as well as the memory of your housekeeper patting your shoulder earlier in the day and wondering if you were okay.

What made the situation perhaps even more ironic were the texts you received from your father in the afternoon, all links to various Harvard Medical School publications regarding what to do and not to do in your supposed first trimester of pregnancy. He was trying his best to guide you through an important time in your health, given that you didn’t have your mother long enough for her to be your advisor. Yet, with his every reminder for you to take folic acid supplements or avoid undercooked foods, your heart only broke further at the thought that your father only saw your life as a fantasy far from reality.

The aching, loveless, tortuous reality.

‘Naoya’s too preoccupied thinking about someone else when he’s with you.’

In the midst of your gloom, Toji’s words re-emerged in your thoughts. From the amusement in his tone, you wondered if he had known something back then during your appointments with him. If Naoya truly had a mistress, was that why Toji was so willing to offer his help? And why now? Did Toji finally realize that you could never be happy in your hopeless marriage and suddenly decide to take pity on your love life?

Your sad eyes flickered from the nearby glass of merlot to the penthouse’s windows, which offered a wonderous view of the orange-pink views from the sunset outside. You weren’t sure how long you were staring at the warm skies, floating between daydreams when the entrance beeped and your eyes widened at the unexpected noise.

Sitting up, you immediately whipped your head in the direction of the sound.

It was Naoya Zenin who emerged from the doorway, and you were thoroughly surprised. You only called his secretary yesterday morning about his whereabouts, but he informed you that your husband wouldn't return to Tokyo until next week.

While you didn’t expect his sudden and unannounced return, you hated to admit how your heart stuttered at how fantastic he looked, how immaculate he was in his Giorgio Armani suit, how sharp he appeared with his blonde hair combed to one side.

“Hey, I’m back,” he said with a small smile with he spotted you at the bar. When Naoya didn't start slipping his shoes off as per usual, you curiously observed him as he stood in the foyer and dangled his Ferrari keys in front of him. “So...you wanna go on a date?”

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Sanemi Shinazugawa Fanfiction- Turbulence

Foreign Musician Y/N

Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects

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Chapter 1

Chapter includes: Smut, Mature Language

You sat perfectly still as you watched your band mates set up their instruments. Laughing and talking as they usually did. You let out a deep sigh.

"What's wrong y/n?" Frank asked you as he cleaned his saxophone.

"Nothing." It's not that something was wrong, you were just bored. You loved singing, you loved doing this every night, but when it was over you were bored. Almost depressingly. You had no other friends, no one to talk to, no one to touch. As much as you loved your friends, all they did after was drink, smoke, or play cards. You were okay with spending time with them but you didn't drink heavy the way they did, the smell of smoke gave you a headache, and cards were getting old. Already you knew the way your night was going to go and you hated it.

Being in Japan was mind blowing, you had huge culture shock at how reserved the society was in general. You all got so many shocked stares and heard plenty hushed whispers when you got here. Whether it was your skin or the way you dressed, you didn't know but it never stopped. It didn't bother you. It wasn't much different from home. In fact, it was much more bearable than it was at home.

"She's just mad." Brass chimed in from where he stood with his bass.

You looked at him waiting to hear what he was going to say. "She's mad cause she needs to get laid. It's been what? 8 months?" He snickered sending you a look to which you playfully rolled your eyes. He wasn't wrong, but you weren't mad.

"Why don't you come with us tonight? We were invited to a special house." Muddy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively from where he stood inspecting his guitar.

"Special house?" You asked. "Like a brothel?"

"Oh, pass." You replied.

"You too good for us now?" Frank smiled.

"No, I think I'll just walk around tonight though. I want y'all to tell me all about it when y'all get back though." You returned the smile.

"Okay. Ima tell ya everythang. How it taste, what it look like, how it feel." Brass laughed.

"You're gross man." Frank said.

Brass feigned hurt by putting his hand over his heart and gasping.

You shook your head at their playful banter before turning your head up to the sky. You could hardly see the stars in the sky with how brightly lit the area was.

The entertainment district was the best place you could perform to make money in Tokyo. People have told you that the sultry sound of your voice, the energy of the jazz, and how good looking you all were was the perfect combination. You were often tipped generously by people here, whether it's because something you played got them in the mood, or brightened an otherwise dead date, or because it was just something new for them.

You tried counting the stars until Muddy signaled he was ready for you to take your spot.

Walking to the front of the tiny platform you grabbed your all white feather boa, draping it carefully over your shoulders. At the front you stood on your barely noticeable mark. In your head you counted the music in with the tap of Brass's foot.

When Muddy came in with his trumpet, people came closer. The lively beat pulling them closer to the makeshift stage. As Frank joined in you let yourself sway to the beat.

Your cue approached and you let your voice ring out. Allowing your voice to project since you didn't have a microphone.

As time went on the crowd got livelier, your bandmates and only friends energy rose, your heart felt fulfilled. Music was all of your outlets. It was therapeutic.

Your eyes roamed the crowd, making connections; it helped with tips. Some faces were familiar, some people had begun to come here regularly to watch your performances. Some were new and one of them stuck out like a sore thumb. There was a huge man standing with his arms crossed. He didn't seem like anyone else here at all. He wore large beads around his neck and wrists and a wondrous look on his face as he stared straight ahead at you.

Next to him was another large man, he had white hair and a headband with large jewels on them. His large arms were nearly ripping out of his kimono.

Beside him stood another man. He also had white hair, it was thick and styled in an way that was almost wind blown. He was tall but not as noticeably as the other two. His chest was exposed, scars apparent on his muscular and defined pecs. His kimono was only loosely tied, and it was all black. You found yourself entranced by him as you stared. Before, while you were looking at the other two, his eyes were adverted, his head to the side as he seemed to be watching for something. Right now however, he seemed to sense that you were looking at him so when your eyes made it up to his face he was staring at you already. He wasn't close enough to be able to tell the color of them but from where you were you could tell they were unique. All three of theirs were actually.

You held his gaze, lightly smiling through your singing at being caught basically ogling this man. As long as you stared at him, he returned it. His eyes only left yours when you looked away at the man in front of you getting down on his knees with his hands clasped.

Oh no, not again. You thought.

Not breaking your melody you turn to look at Muddy who thought the situation was funny. The crinkle around his eyes gave it away. Of course he wouldn't be any help to you. You took a step back and continued your performance.

When this song ended you felt anxiety start creeping up.

Please don't make a scene, please don't make a scene.

Of course the universe wasn't on your side. You already knew this.

"Please marry me. Please. Please be mine." The man who had gotten down to plead asked, shaking his clasped hands in front of you.

You only gave a polite smile and slight bow before saying "sorry."

"Please? Please Miss, I love you. You make me feel alive."

Oh dear lord

"Please Miss. I'll give you whatever you desire." He pleaded more.

You were hoping someone would step in because you hated to do it yourself. Granted your approach didn't help much. You probably made it harder, but you couldn't bring yourself to be firm with these people.

"Please, get up off the floor honey." You gestured for him to rise. The tone of your voice enough to coax him to listen, his mouth open in awe.

"I can't marry you okay? But you come back and see me tomorrow night and maybe we can go on a date...?"

He nodded his head quickly. "Yes miss. Yes. I'll be here tomorrow night."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then." You winked at him and he audibly gasped.

"Yes. O-okay." He backed away from you slowly, bumping into people in the process, as he was too entranced to look away from you.

You gave him a little wave before turning away from him and walking over to Brass.

Your face said a thousand words.

"You can't keep going on dates with the people you try to let down easily." He laughed.

"I don't want to hurt their feelings."

"They're already hurt, they want to marry you woman. You're breaking their hearts anyway might as well do it swiftly."

"Well maybe if you helped me..."

"No can do, I like to see their reactions. He's still looking at you by the way." Brass told you before waving at the man you presume.

You groaned. He was right you do need to stop doing this but you had a hard time telling them no. You definitely didn't want to be married but you hated to break their hearts even though you never felt the same. Not even after the dates.

"I'll be your back up for the date tomorrow. I definitely want to see how he handles himself. He's like a lovesick puppy right now."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Okay." You answered.

"Well now that that's over you fellas ready to get our night started?" Muddy asked as he came over to you both, trumpet already tucked away into its case.

"Yeah." Frank called from his spot, as he tucked his sax away.

You stood quietly waiting for Brass to finish packing before you four headed home, recalling the vibes from tonight's performance. They were excited, probably more eager to get to their next destination. Back at the house, the way they dressed up and cleaned themselves was very indicative to what type of night they were going to have. You followed them out of the house you were staying in and walked with them to the house they were visiting. There was nowhere in particular you wanted to see tonight so you would go wherever your feet carried.

You waved goodbye to your friends as you watched them confidently stride in. Women at the door were already blushing and covering their giggles as they passed by. You rolled your eyes in good nature before turning to start your night of wandering.

Japan was so safe. Much better than the states could ever be. You would never be able to walk around a neighborhood freely like this. It could cost you your life. Here, you didn't have to look over your shoulder praying you weren't being followed, you didn't have to sit idle or silent when harassed. It was a breath of fresh air!

You received lots of stares as you walked around admiring the city.

It had gotten significantly louder as you turned on a street you never been on before. It was packed here. Something eventful must've been happening here, surely. You were so busy looking all around you, hoping to see something interesting when you noticed the most captivating thing all night.

That guy with stormy eyes. He was here. He and his friends still stood out amongst everyone else. The taller one with the white hair was talking to some older women who looked delighted to be so close to him.

The even taller man, with the large beaded jewelry stood by silently listening to their conversation but just a step back.

Stormy however was facing the opposite way completely. Arms folded over his chest as he appeared irritated but like he was looking for something. Much like earlier, it's like he sensed your gaze because just seconds after your eyes landed on him he turned his head to you. His slightly furrowed brows relaxed briefly as he held your gaze.

Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

Your heart stopped.

Is that- is that really his voice?

It was butter smooth and deep.

So deep.

Very deep.

It was rich. Almost sensuous. And definitely soothing.

You would follow him anywhere if he beckoned you with his captivating baritone.

"Maybe." You smiled as you stepped closer after letting people cross between you.

He turned his body towards you, arm still crossed and his eyebrows now raised in question.

"I'm y/n, you are?" You held your hand out to him.

His eyes didn't leave your face, and he didn't move at all.

"What can I maybe help you with?" There was an edge to his voice. It didn't phase you however. In fact, it made you more intrigued by him.

"Sanemi." The large man spoke, slightly turning his head in your direction. It almost sounded like he was warning him.

"Hi, I'm y/n." You turned your attention to his friend, holding your hand out to him now.

He took and very carefully shook it. "I'm Gyomei Himejima. You have a heavenly voice."

"Thank you Mr. Himejima." You smiled.

"You're welcome. I-"

"Did you need something or not?" Sanemi chimed in. "We're kind of busy."

"Whoa whoa whoa. What's going on over here?" The other white haired man spoke turning around to face you all. The older women were walking away.

"Tengen, this is y/n." Gyomei said said gesturing to you.

"Well hello, you're that flashy beautiful singer."

"I don't know about flashy, but I'll take beautiful." You smiled, a small laugh leaving you as you shook his hand.

"Definitely flashy. What can we do for you?"

You looked at Sanemi, a look of annoyance still on his face and smiled. He was so attractive.

"Actually. I just wanted to meet your friend over here. He caught my attention." You flirted so casually Tengen was awestruck. You were showcasing the most dazzling display of charms right now.

He looked at his comrade, then back to you. He couldn't believe someone as lovely as you would be interested in someone so rough like Sanemi. But he was all about romance. He'd help you out no problem.

"Oh, he is rather handsome once you look pass his rugged exterior and poor social skills."

"Watch it beef brain."

Tengen opened his arms in a told you so gesture."See what I mean?"

You couldn't help but laugh at this. You hadn't been around them for more than a minute and you could already see they bickered like this all the time.

"Sanemi has a lot of great qualities." Gyomei offered smiling.

"Oh I don't doubt that at all."

Your remark was delightful to Tengen. You had a mastery over words. You were so far out of Sanemi's league but Tengen was rooting for you anyway.

Sanemi on the other hand, unbeknownst to any of you was fighting back silly blushes. It's so childish to be affected in such a way. By a stranger no less. No matter how gorgeous he thought you were. He didn't have time for trivial pursuits.

"I'm busy. I-"

"You're not actually. Those sweet old ladies told me everything I needed to know. We're done for tonight, there's nothing we can do until tomorrow."

"What?" Sanemi practically snarled. "What do you mean we're done? There's-"

"Shh shh. Relax." Tengen cut him off. "Everything's fine, now don't keep the pretty lady waiting. Off you go." He gestured with his hands in a shooing motion for Sanemi to walk away with you.

Gyomei smiled and then politely bowed to you. "It was nice to meet you y/n. I look forward to seeing you again."

"Same to you Mr. Himejima." You bowed back.

As it turns out Sanemi didn't need to be told twice to move on. He put his hand in his pockets and began walking away.

You stood slightly lost on if you should follow. You wanted to but if he was walking away from you to actually get away that would be....awkward.

His deep voice called out once he was a few feet away from you. "You coming?"

A smile spread across your face as you took quick steps to close the distance between you.

"So, what should we do?"

"I'm hungry. I'm getting food." He said

"We're getting food then."

He didn't say anything else as he continued walking. Leaving you to fill the silence.

"Are you from around here?"

"No."

"Oh okay. Where do you live?"

"Why would I tell you that? You're a stranger."

"Hopefully not for long." You smiled at him even though he couldn't see you as he remained a step ahead of you.

He didn't respond, not even in his body language. You decided to just stay silent until you made it to your destination. Maybe you'll have a better gauge on how to get him to open up, when he's got food.

You made it to a large restaurant with many seats outside. It seemed to be a popular spot as it was almost full despite the time of night. You weren't really hungry but you didn't decline when he turned to look at you expectantly after he ordered his dishes.

"Do you come here often?"

"No."

"Okay. Do you live far from here?"

"Maybe."

"Okay. Are you enjoying your food?"

"I would be if you didn't ask so many questions."

"I'm sorry Mr....." you trailed off waiting for him to tell you his last name.

"Sanemi is fine." He answered

"He is." You smiled.

He ever so slightly paused. If you weren't watching him so closely you wouldn't have saw it.

"Are you..?"

"I am. Yes."

You were absolutely flirting with him and it made it easier for you if he knew that you were for sure.

He appeared pensive as he continued eating his food.

"Do you want me to stop?" You asked him. You wouldn't be able to promise him you'd stop but you would atleast be able to dial it back.

"I don't care."

"Good." You smiled. "So what brings you to this area?"

"Work."

"And now you're done, for tonight I mean."

"Apparently so."

"So, would you like to maybe get to know each other better?"

Sanemi stopped chewing his food and his eyes locked on yours.

5 seconds.

10 seconds.

15 seconds.

"No."

This did not phase you. His response did not throw off your advances.

"May I......offer some sort of....relief.....without you getting to know me?"

You worded your proposition differently. He didn't strike you as a man interested in dating. That was fine, you weren't either. You were however, interested in sleeping with him. Bedding him. Being bent over by him. All types of things flitted through your mind and you were ashamed of none.

It's been a long time. An even longer time since you've been attracted to anyone.

He was nothing short of tantalizing.

The scars on his handsome face, the scars on his exposed chest, his stormy eyes, his wind blown hair, his wide strong shoulders.

His brows furrowed just a little.

"No strings attached?"

"No strings."

For the first time he let his eyes rake over your body. His hurricane eyes trailed from your face down to your chest, stopping at your abdomen where the table had blocked off the rest of you.

"Okay."

It took work for you not to clap your hands together in excitement. There was nothing you could do about your smile though.

When he finished his dish he pulled yours over in front him before he obliterated your forgotten ramen.

"Thanks." You said with a sheepish smile.

"Mhm." He grunted between slurping the noodles down.

Once he stood so did you. You followed behind his staggering form as he returned the dishes to the stall, watching the way his back rippled beneath his thin kimono.

"Come on." He said before he started in the direction opposite of which you came. You didn't need to be told, you were already planning on it.

"Are we going to your house?" You asked after some time walked in silence.

"No. Too far."

"Oh." You replied.

"I'm lodging near by, that's where we're going." He answered.

"Oh."

"Mhm." He answered.

After about 5 minutes he guided you into a nice and quaint establishment. A small older woman was standing behind the desk. She bowed and smiled to you both as you entered. You gave a smile back as you walked past her to the stairs.

Sanemi stopped and held his large hand out to you before ascending. You placed your hand in his before stepping up.

You'd be lying if you said the small contact didn't have your heart racing already.

At the top of the stairs he let go of your hand, leading you down the hall to his room.

He slid the door open and stepped aside gesturing you in.

Once the door closed behind you, you felt more comfortable. You brain shut off those small pestering thoughts of "what ifs". Now wasn't the time to question what he may think, or if you would see him again. He was willing to give you something you've been craving, something he lit back up inside you tonight like a wildfire, all from a simple glance.

You had to make this memorable. The memories would probably be all you had for atleast another 8 months.

Sanemi walked over to his futon after removing his shoes. His kimono was still tied securely at his waist despite the gaping opening at his chest. When he turned to face you he grabbed onto his knot.

You followed suit by taking off your heels. But you remained by the door, atleast 7 feet away from him.

"Well?" Sanemi said as he untied his kimono and let it hang open.

You smiled at the new view in front of you. He was chiseled to perfection. Strong, sturdy, and amazing to look at.

A small sigh left your mouth as you admired him.

You reached for your zipper behind you. Hands holding the corners ready to unzip your dress before you spoke.

"Do you have any rules for me?"

He seemed surprised that you asked, but quickly covered it with his neutral expression he'd been wearing most of the night.

"No kissing."

"Okay." You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"Do you have rules for me?" He asked.

Now it was your turn to be surprised. You're never asked that, and usually you get more rules.

"No." You answered. Your voice gave nothing away.

"Really?" He mused.

"Yep."

"Huh. If you say so." He responded as he took his kimono off completely. Now standing in his tightly wrapped fundoshi you had to work to keep yourself from drooling.

This style of underwear had a way of being unexpectedly erotic. Much more appealing then the bland briefs commonly found in America. Maybe it was the fact that his hips were exposed, providing more evidence of just how strong he was.

A sound between a chuckle and scoff left his mouth. "You just gonna stand there and drool or what lady?"

You laughed in response but did unzip your dress. You didn't say anything else as you let your calf length dress drop to the floor before stepping out of it.

Sanemi's face visibly went through a series of expressions. First shock, then awe, then lust, then admiration before finally settling back on his neutral expression.

Now standing in your all black lingerie, accompanied by your sheer black thigh highs, you slowly closed the distance between you.

You wasted no time in dropping to your knees before him. Giving a light tug on his underwear, by sliding your finger under the side laying on his hip, you asked "could you take these off for me?"

The way you looked up at him, a small fire blazing behind your eyes almost contrasting the soft and sweet tone in which you asked, has his breath hitching in his throat.

You were dangerous.

A very dangerous woman.

So seductive, with a voice to match, he understood whole heartedly why strangers were begging you to marry them.

He granted your wish swiftly, pulling them loose and throwing them to the side.

You didn't let yourself ogle at his large size, not wanting to tease. The other reason being that you really wanted him in your mouth. He was both endowed and beautiful. You were half way expecting him to be scarred here too but he wasn't.

Very gently you lifted his member before enclosing him in the warmth of your mouth. There was no reason to drag this out with teasing touches.

The quick gasp that came from Sanemi only served as encouragement to keep surprising him. With him mostly covered by your mouth you pushed him further back into your throat as your lips grazed around him closer to the base. You want desperately for him to fully be inside your mouth despite how difficult it was. You were breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, pushing forward until your nose touched him.

Then you sucked, letting your tongue rest on the underside of his shaft all the while sucking as you pulled back.

The way your mouth was tightly closed around him made him groan.

Fuck Sanemi thought. No one has ever tackled him this way. Always small licks, and little pecks to start, which is why he didn't enjoy it, usually diving right into sex, not wanting to even experience the disappointment that was supposed to be head. You however, oh you were a pleasant surprise.

He lowered his eyes to watch you as you worked. The constant suction on him, mixed with the warmth of your mouth, the slick of your saliva but the gentleness of your tongue had him seeing stars already. He watched as you continuously bobbed on him, taking him down your throat, and not once letting him slip out.

The longer he watched, the more he wished he would've sat down. You were making a mess on him and of him. It was difficult to hold himself up. He was stronger than this. He was no weakling. But his legs were trembling. He didn't know what to do with his hands either. He kept alternating between putting them behind his head, and on his hips. He didn't want to mess up your hair he didn't know if he should touch you or not.

God you were doing amazing. He's never been so blissfully conflicted before.

It didn't take long at all for him to cum down your throat. You didn't even flinch as you swallowed what he gave you. Only when you felt that he was done did you let him fall from your mouth.

To say Sanemi was shocked would be an understatement.

When you looked up at him you saw that he was frozen.

"You okay?" You ask quietly. He was pretty silent the whole time, had it not been for his body language you might have thought he didn't enjoy your performance.

He seemed to snap out of whatever reverie he was in and nodded his head, before clearing his throat and grunting a "uh huh." at you.

You smiled up at him before moving to stand up.

"I think I'll get going now." You said

His hand clamped around your wrist stopping you before you could turn away.

"Huh?" He asked. Despite the irritation and gruffness of his voice, you could see in his face that he had reached a point of drowsiness.

Smiling to yourself, not wanting to seem obnoxious or cocky, you repeated your statement. "I'm gonna go."

"Why?"

"You should sleep."

"I'm fine."

You cocked your head to the side as you gazed at him. Taking in his worn expression. Proud of yourself but also amused that he seemed to be in denial that you'd worn him out.

"You-"

"CAW- Sanemi, you have been summoned- CAW Your pres-"

"Oh for fucks sake!" Sanemi blared out.

"Is that crow talking?" You pointed at the window where the bird had perched on the sill.

"Yeah." He sighed, letting go of your wrist. "I've gotta go."

"Sure." You nodded taking a step back.

You both got dressed. He moved very quickly despite seeming drained a few seconds ago.

He led you down the stairs and back outside. Before parting ways he said "thanks um...for the...you know."

You couldn't help but giggle at how low he said it. Like he was embarrassed.

"My pleasure." You winked at him before you turned away with a final wave at him.

Sure your night hadn't gone exactly how you thought it would but you still had fun. You've met the finest man you ever seen and you'd surely never forget this night. You did hear a bird talk after all. And you met a humongous man, who may or may not be blind and cries when he talks. And another large man with almost fuschia colored eyes that was so overly confident.

Definitely an unforgettable night.

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"You look rather.....unusual."

Glancing down at your attire, you laughed. You had opted for the least flattering outfit you owned for your "date" tonight. It was poop brown and basically a potato sack.

"It's not going to help." Brass said as he lowered his book to look at you and Frank.

"Why not?" Frank asked.

"Because, look at her ass."

You and Frank both looked at your derrière. You sighed just as Frank said "oh." Scratching his head.

The fabric was quite a bit tighter in that area; much to your dismay.

"Wear some of my clothes." Muddy chimed in.

"That might not help." Brass laughed. "That might be kinda hot."

"Yeah any other time but not to him. Seeing your woman in another man's clothes?" Muddy shuddered dramatically.

"Yeah you're right. That'll turn him off." Frank agreed with a nod of his head.

"I'm not his woman-"

"Tell him not me." Muddy winked at you.

Rolling your eyes playfully you began walking to his room. "Give me the ugliest stuff you got."

"I don't own anything ugly woman!" He said as he followed you.

After you finished dressing you headed out to the restaurant the guy told you to meet him at after your performance over an hour ago.

Inside you saw him sitting at a table looking dapper. You felt bad that he had dressed up so nicely. Your stomach began to twist in knots as you approached the table. His eyes snapped up to meet yours as you approached. A smile spreading across his face.

You couldn't do this. You really couldn't.

"Hi." You said taking your seat down on the pillow.

"Hello. You look amazing. You make menswear look good." He slightly giggled.

Oh no. He likes it. Now you're gonna have to resort to being a gross eater.

As the night progressed you learned that he was not the least phased by you chewing loudly and with an open mouth. You were sure to make a mess as well. It still didn't bother him.

By the end of the night he was still smitten with you. The knots from earlier twisted and turned even more fiercely as you knew you had to let him down again.

"I really enjoyed dinner sir-"

"Please, call me Kenji."

"Kenji." You paused and took a breath. "I can't be with you. And I can't marry you. I'm sorry."

His face dropped but he began to nod slowly. "You're already spoken for right?"

You were a terrible liar so you couldn't even just nod. "No, I...I just am not interested. No offense to you, I'm just not a relationship kind of person. I wouldn't be any good to you."

A light laugh left him. "I highly doubt that, but I understand."

"I'm sorry."

"No no. Don't be. I heard you last night, but I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't try. I'm sorry for badgering you. You're just so......perfect."

You clasped your fingers together in your lap. You weren't usually bashful but you were kind of bad at taking compliments. Especially in this situation.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Thank you for having dinner with me."

"Yeah, you're welcome. Thanks for treating me."

"Anytime." Kenji answered.

After your goodbyes, and a hug, which Kenji definitely lingered in, you started to walk home.

Per usual there were tons of people out in this district, giving you a lot to observe. There were Oirans out with customers and many men looking for places to drink. It was so lively and you loved it. This area in particular reminded you of home, minus all of the things to be fearful of at home, this place was safer.

When you made it home you paused, noticing a familiar head of wind blown hair leaning against the wall outside.

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest and your breath caught in your throat when his eyes found yours.

"Hey Sanemi." You smiled despite the tiny panic you were having internally.

He nodded in greeting. "What are you wearing?" His stormy eyes glossed over you from head to toe.

"Oh, I tried to look unappealing for this date I just left."

"And how did that work out for you?"

You laughed as you remembered Kenji's words. "Didn't go as planned."

He nodded once. "I can imagine."

You smiled at him, your turn now to look at his appearance.

He was dressed less formally, in a uniform of some kind, however his chest was still exposed. A white jacket sat on top. At his hip you noticed a sword.

You were curious now. Was he a....samurai?

"What's that for?" You pointed loosely at his sword.

"Work."

"What do you do?"

"Kill."

To say you weren't taken aback would be a lie. Something about the way he said it had an edge to it that was a bit discomforting. You weren't going to ask for further clarification though. You didn't even want to know any more. All of the scars you seen on his body, including the obvious ones on his face told you well enough you shouldn't ask questions.

You just hoped he was a good guy.

"Okay." You answered carefully. No tone to your voice.

He cocked an eyebrow at you but didn't say anything about it. He changed the topic. "Are you in for the night?"

"I am."

"Good. We have unfinished business."

That's all it took really. You grew incredibly libidinous, eager to pick up where you left off before you were interrupted last night.

"Oh. Is that why you're here?"

"Yes."

"Great." You smiled at him before moving past him to your door. You hoped the guys weren't home. Not that you cared; you all have brought people over before and heard things you didn't want to, but it would be your first time doing so in Japan. They would be more nosey than usual.

Inside, you lead him up to your room. Happy to hear it was quiet, meaning they couldn't be home, it's never quiet here.

As soon as you stepped into your room, Sanemi removed his sword, sitting it beside your door as you closed it. He removed his white jacket and turned to you, who was just staring at him.

He took in your attire once more. "I'm going to assume these aren't yours." He gestured to your clothes.

"You assume correctly." You nodded.

"And do they have some sort of significance to you?"

You honestly had to think about it now that he asked. You could see and feel where this was going, but for the sake of Muddy you nodded.

"Then you'll want to remove them quickly, before I tear them off." The look in his eyes changed like a light switch. A strong fire blazed behind them as he spoke to you.

That coupled with the deep honey of his voice; you were his to command. You did as you were told, undoing the buttons of the shirt in record time. You did not miss the way he took his bottom lip in between his teeth as you revealed your undergarments. Once the shirt was on the floor, you undid the button and zipper of the slacks, letting them fall to the floor easily.

You stood before him now in only your brown lace teddy, and sheer thigh highs with matching lace at the top.

He closed the gap between you, his large scarred hand coming up to touch the strap of your garment.

"What's this? You wore something similar underneath your dress last night."

He was holding the thin strap between his thumb and forefinger as he looked down at your chest.

"It's lingerie. This one is called a teddy."

"Hm. How do I take it off?" He asked as he peered over your shoulder, looking down to your backside.

Internally you were blushing but outwardly you were fine. Boldly you took hold of his wrist, pushing his hand away from you, the one holding your strap, signaling for him to pull the strap down your arm.

"You just pull it down." You said.

Sanemi hated the way you were looking up at him with so much wanton desire and that tiny smile; no— smirk, on your face.

You were sexy. And you knew it.

He hated it.

Because it made his heart race in a way he's never felt before.

He brought his other hand up to the left strap, ready to pull it down when a knocking sounded from your window. However, it was in a pattern or harmony.

A guttural sound left Sanemi's throat as he threw his head back in irritation.

"You have got to be shitting me." He said.

He removed his hands from your clothes and walked over to the window, sliding it open quickly.

That same bird, the unusual talking one reported something to Sanemi. You didn't catch it as you were thinking about how he was too busy to even have sex! No wonder he was grumpy. It made perfect sense.

He stomped over to the door after slamming the window shut. He put his sword back on his hip.

"I have to go." He spoke gruffly, his voice lower due to his anger.

"I see. I'll walk you out." You quickly pulled your pants back on before leading Sanemi down the stairs.

At the front door you opened it and stepped aside. "It was nice to see you again. Try to have a goodnight."

"Yeah. You too." He grumbled before stepping outside. Making you smile to yourself.

It felt good to know he wanted it just as bad as you. Hopefully one day you'll both get what you craved.

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