#takashi morinzuka

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Happiest of birthdays to @ohshcscenerios 💖 wishing lots of happiness on your special day. Figured some family fluff would do the trick :)

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Takashi Morinozuka x Haruhi Fujioka

Warnings: None

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There was nothing wrong with the seatbelt, but Haruhi fiddled with it, anyways. Ahead of the appointment today, everything seemed so tight, constricting, warm; the sweater sat snugly around her belly, keeping in heat that she couldn’t afford to lose, yet it suffocated her, ratcheted up her anxiety that tingled down her spine for no reason at all.

Her movements were slight, but her husband noticed. From the driver’s seat Takashi reached over to pat her hand, keeping his eyes on the road and one hand on the steering wheel. She, too, could feel the goosebumps lacing up and down his arm, betraying his nerves. It amazed and endeared her how her tank of a husband could also feel jittery, with her the only time he would ever betray what he so sincerely hid behind the mask.

The futher they drove, the more nervous they felt, until they finally pulled into a rare parking spot at the doctor’s office.

Now Takashi was able to take both her hands, raising them to his lips and kissing them lightly, nervous energy invading the comfortable silence in the car. Neither was much for talking, especially not today, of all sweet, precious days.

They had gotten married the autumn of her last year of law school, and, still very much in the honeymoon phase of marriage, they recently celebrated the miracle of their one year--which, then, resulted in a little miracle of their own.

Takashi had made a very special breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes and fruit for the occasion. It was unlike him to consume sweets at all, much less so early in the morning, but it was for sentimental value: by this point their baby was roughly the size of a chocolate chip, according to the book they had bought. Perhaps the baby was lonely; perhaps they wanted other chocolate chips to keep them company until the time came to meet their parents.

Takashi still had chocolate on his breath when he leaned across the console to kiss his wife, stilling her endless shifting. With anyone else it would have been nervous chatter, but Haruhi was thankful for him, for the moments to rest her mind and prepare for what lay ahead.

“There’s no need to fret,” he said, pulling back enough to rest his forehead against hers. His skin was cool, opposing her warmth, something stable she could cling to. Growing up she was never much for physical touch, but every time his skin brushed hers she was aching for more, more, a security she couldn’t provide in and of herself. “He or she is healthy and strong. I have no doubt in my mind.”

Haruhi nodded, brushing their noses together. She wasn’t particularly spiritual, but she knew of Takashi’s intense devotion to his beliefs and rituals and respected his right to do as he pleased. She had been privy to his meditation garden a few times and could understand how the beauty of it could only be expressed in prayer. Daily he went there to think and pray, returning to her smelling of dirt and incense, but this morning he got up earlier than usual and stayed for longer, interceding on her and their child’s behalf for more than an hour. His own delicate way of showing his love for them--pleading for them to the highest power he knew.

“Of course they will be strong,” Haruhi whispered. “They’re your child, after all. I’m worried they might be a bit too strong.”

He laughed, pressing another kiss to her forhead before settling a hand on her stomach. She was already so tiny that he couldn’t imagine how big she would get once she started to show, or how on earth she was going to push his kid out of her.

“I am sure a baby is no match against you, the strongest woman I know,” he said.

They shared one last kiss until the chill of late autumn disrupted the peace of the car, reminding them of the goosebumps prickling down their arms. When Haruhi pulled away, she couldn’t help but notice the sweet look of happiness on his face, his features bright as if awash with moonlight.

“I thought I had a pregnancy glow,” she muttered, tracing her index finger down his temple, “but your eyes are shining like the sun.”

He turned his head to pin her hand between his cheek and shoulder, nuzzling gently against it before letting it drop into his own awaiting palm. “You are radiant, my dear,” he said. “Seeing your happiness unlocks the light within my chest.”

Before she could even respond, he squeezed her hand and turned to the wing of the hospital, profile dark and strong in the white winter morning. “Come,” he said. “Let’s go meet our baby.”

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[erza-haninozuka]

Beautiful Girl

Characters: Takashi Morinozuka x Female Reader

Characters: 901

Warnings: Fluff. There are mentions to an upcoming long distance relationship and the fears that come with it. 

A/N: Today’s fic is inspired by an all-time favorite. I had two ideas for this but thanks to help from @insomniacfics​ I was able to write in one of the directions I was torn between. And this fic is dedicated to the beautiful birthday girl @ohshcscenerios​. I was going to make this a TakaHaru fic, however with my ideas the ship wouldn’t have fit very well. So instead I chose a reader insert. Gina, I hope you enjoy the birthday fic. Again, Happy Birthday. I hope you get to enjoy it and relax. Also enjoy your Usa-chan cake to your hearts content! 

You sat in the spacious living room engulfed by the plush couch, the sound of the giant clock on the walk, ticking as you patiently waited for your boyfriend to come with his surprise. 

You were nervous to say the least. 

With Takashi being a man of few words and more action based, when he had surprises you never knew what to expect. 

You heard the sound of his footsteps approaching, having learned the difference between the steps of the Morinozuka men. 

You were about to turn around to face him as he came in but he urged you not to.

In fact he may have been more nervous than you at this point, his hands clamming up as he tried to keep his hold on the acoustic guitar to prevent it from crashing into the floor. He was now mentally chastising himself for not putting the strap on to make it much easier. 

He gulped thickly, vocal chords loosened up from the practice but now felt ready to tighten and prevent him from doing what he had planned. 

But he wasn’t about to let the surprise be spoiled and toss away the months of practice. 

He turned the corner of the couch and then finally walked into view, your eyes widening at the sight of the cream colored instrument, the deep brown of the pickguard jumping out at you. 

Takashi glanced back, making sure he was where he needed to be before easing himself onto the coffee table before you, resting the guitar on his legs and looking up into your eyes for a brief moment. 

He flashed a gentle smile, readying his hands and pulling the pick from where he weaved it between the strings at the top of the fretboard, just below the nut. 

The movement caused the strings to move, he silenced them with the heel of his hand. 

You watched as he made sure they were in tune before placing his fingers on the frets, playing the needed cords.

His voice seemed to have just the right echo in the room as he sang, eyes flickering to you on occasion as he sang, but holding them for a moment longer at one specific part of the song. 

While I’m off chasing my own dreams Sailing around the world Please, know that I’m yours to keep My beautiful girl

He could see the worries you held slowly letting go, but knowing they would still cling on in the tiniest of fragments. But he accepted that. 

He wouldn’t ever be able to fully erase that doubt, but for him to squash it the best he could was all he had hoped for. 

Ever since he told you the news about how he’d travel to Boston to study along with the rest of his friends there was a fear that captured your heart. 

Of course you supported Takashi’s desire to go off and better himself for the career he sought, but there was still something that had troubled you.

You would be going into a long distance relationship, the ability to see him whenever you wanted dropping down and the fear he may find someone else. That he would create a new life in Boston with another girl while you remained in Japan for your own studies.

But there were talks while he was away, you would find their home and when his time ended in Boston he’d return to you- to your home. 

Even with those hopes and plans laid out, you knew they wouldn’t be set in stone until the day came. So you’d be left holding on to those spoken dreams.

Takashi knew he needed to do something for you, to let you know that you would get through this and he would remain yours- hoping the same from you. So when this song randomly appeared in his life by a stop in a local cafe, he knew he had to play it for you. It held everything he was feeling and everything he was wanting

There was worry in his eyes when he looked up to meet yours again, tears welling up and ready to spill in a matter of seconds. 

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies Knowing that I may have been the cause If you were to leave and fulfill someone else's dreams I think I might totally be lost

He pushed back the urge to catch the tears as they began to flow down your delicate cheeks, finishing the song with a few more verses. 

When he finished and the strumming died down to a hum before completely vanishing he was ready to toss the guitar aside and pull you into his strong and warm embrace.

But before he could rid himself of the instrument you were smiling, more tears escaping. 

“Takashi, that was beautiful.” 

The worry vanished as he moved, setting the guitar on the nearby loveseat before taking his place beside you and pulling you to him. 

“I had no idea you could play or even sing. This was a lovely surprise, thank you.” 

He slightly pulled from the hug, enough to cup your face in one of his hands. His thumb swept across your cheek, drying the tears that had cascaded down. 

His lips pressed to yours in a gentle, loving kiss as he felt your mouth pull into a bigger smile. 

“My beautiful girl.”

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[erza-haninozuka]

Always and Forever

Characters: Takashi Morinozuka x Female Reader

Words: 2,148

Warnings: Angst, major character death, mentions of a car wreck and aneurysm, and there is some fluff if you squint

A/N: Today’s fic is inspired by a song that makes me want to fall in love. I know it seems odd considering the lyrics but it’s just the meaning behind it that I find beautiful and is the reason I chose this song. Plus the other ones I had lined up didn’t strike inspiration the way I had hoped. 

You sat at the table with dinner all made and set, waiting for Takashi to walk through the door any minute now with the items you asked for him to pick up on his way home from work. 

But it was forty minutes past time he would usually arrive home and all he had to pick up was more milk.

He was never a man to dawdle in the grocery store unless it was the two of you together, debating and brainstorming ideas of what to make. 

But those minutes slowly began to eat away as your dinner began to go cold and your heart began to sink. 

He was a man of punctuality. 

But today he was far from it. 

You began to pace the dining room and checked your phone, but it was eerily quiet too. 

No texts and no calls. 

You needed to distract yourself so you let out a gentle sigh, sitting back down, and eating what cold food your stomach could muster with all the knots building up. However each bite you took down, your body was ready to throw it back up.

You only got half way in before giving up and pushing your plate away. 

Calm down, breathe. 

It was just traffic! Maybe the roads started to get busy like they usually do at a time like this. 

Maybe he ran into an old friend in the milk isle and they got to talking, losing track of time. 

Scenario after scenario and lie after lie, you told yourself something comforting to keep the anxiety at bay. But like many other times, your anxiety was winning. 

You wanted to go out and look for him, but your body wouldn’t allow you the effort to leave. 

Because you convinced yourself he could return when you’re gone. He would be home any minute now. 

But he never came and those minutes you kept telling yourself, whisked away into hours like the food that now sat in the bottom of your trash can. 

It was growing late and there was no way you could go to bed without your fiance when you had no idea where he was or what was going on- hoping with all your might that maybe it was one of Tamaki’s stupid ideas to drag him somewhere. 

But Tamaki hadn’t heard from him. No one had. 

Was it cold feet maybe? Did his insecurities finally win and convince him he wasn’t good enough for you? 

With a shake of your head you tried to scatter the thoughts or with any luck shake out of your brain, but they just came flooding back. 

You adjusted against the arm of the couch, tucking yourself into the blanket even more, closing your eyes for just a brief moment and replacing the warmth from the fuzzy throw with Takashi’s arms. 

Your heart settled for just a moment at the thought, but it was all ripped away when the sound of your phone ripped through the house from the kitchen.

The silence was finally broken, startling you from your peaceful daydream as you walked, feet padding against the cold tiled floor as you made your way to the counter. 

It wasn’t the person you were hoping for- in fact there was no name attached, just an unknown number you hadn’t seen before. 

You gulped and quickly answered. 

“Is this Y/N?” 

“Yes, who is this?” 

You could hear them gulp on the other end of the line before they spoke, telling you that you were the emergency contact on file and that Takashi was in intensive care. “I think it’s best if you make your way down here.He’s currently stable but we don’t know how long he’s going to have.” 

Your heart dropped and shattered into a million pieces, before you could ask any questions you were letting them know you were on your way and quickly hanging up. 

With the speed of light you grabbed your wallet and keys, slipping on the nearest shoes and pulling on a pair that didn’t even match.

But right now how could you care when the man you loved more than anyone in this world was slipping away at a speed you knew nothing about?

Your hand was shaking as you tried to push the key in the ignition, swearing under your breath as tears began to blur your vision. Finally on the third try you were able to get the key in, turning it quickly and bringing the car to life. 

You wiped the tears that already spilled out and attempted to calm your nerves enough to drive. But you couldn’t remain calm as you drove. 

Your foot seemed heavier than normal and your road rage infinitely much worse that matched something of a demon- yelling and crying at anyone who dared to drive below the speed limit. 

In a matter of time you were peeling into the parking lot and hurrying to find a parking place, not caring if you were too close to the lines. Once your car was in park and shut off you scrambled into the hospital, the bright fluorescent lights blinding you as you made your way to the front desk. 

The nurse behind the desk took one look, immediately giving you a face of sympathy as you closed the distance, hands trembling as you caught your balance on the desk.

The weight of what she might say was ready to crush you at any given moment.

“Takashi, Takashi Morinozuka. I received a call and was told he’s in intensive care?” 

The nurse flashed a gentle smile, paging down one of the nurses to lead you there. 

The gentleman gave you the same face as he led you down what felt like a maze of a million hallways before coming to the intensive care unit. 

Takashi’s doctor was at the doctor’s station nearby, catching your eye and coming over before the nurse could directly take you to your fiance’s room. 

The doctor wore the same, gentle smile as he told you everything they currently knew about Takashi. He filled you in on how he was brought in from a wreck and they had discovered that there was an aneurysm that was bleeding out, they were thankfully able to stop the bleeding before it got too serious. 

But they didn’t know they had missed one that was still leaking out.

He told you of his broken bones, punctured lung, and lesions. How he had some bruises that were already showing, attempting to prepare you. 

It was all muffled as your brain began swirling, but all stopping when you heard that he was conscious currently. 

The doctor led you to his room, and you could see him through the pieces of glass. Before he even opened the door you knew Takashi looked and felt like hell.

But you still weren’t mentally prepared when he opened the door to see him with wires and tubes, cuts and already formed bruises decorated his face and arms that were currently visible to you.

You didn’t know just how much more damage he sustained away from the naked eye. 

Takashi’s eyes fell on you once you walked in, giving you an apologetic smile as you made your way over, dragging the chair closer.

The sound of the metal on the tile drowning out the machines beeping. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he muttered out. 

“Takashi please don’t be sorry. This- this wasn’t your fault.” 

He didn’t try to confirm or deny your words as he carefully took your hand in his, gently giving it a squeeze. 

It was obvious how much he was currently fighting just to get to spend this time with you, and it was breaking your heart even more. 

“Come closer.” 

You obeyed, leaning closer to him, breaking when you felt his busted lip gently place a kiss to your head, hand coming up and carefully catching the tears that finally got to break free.

“Y/N.” 

You looked to his eyes, discarding the fact one had a blood vessel busted, instead choosing to get lost in the storm gray of his eyes. They were currently a typhoon of emotions, and only half of them you could read. 

“Let’s just be happy for right now?” 

You took in a breath, knowing full well he was right. You couldn’t let the last thing he’d see be you breaking down, so instead you pulled back and finished drying up your own tears.

“Y/N, can you imagine the life we would’ve had?” 

“It would’ve been an amazing one, Takashi. We would go wherever we wanted for our honeymoon before truly starting our lives together. How many kids would you have wanted?” 

“As many as you’d allow me.” 

You blushed a bit at the confession, “Three is a good number.” 

He smiled softly, “Two girls and a boy.” 

“Why two girls? We’d overrun the house,” you teased. 

“Either way the queen would oversee them all. Their brother would protect them.” 

“Yeah he would. He definitely would if he turned out to be anything like you.” 

He hummed in response, “A dog would’ve been nice too.” 

“Could you imagine if it was massive? We could probably stick Mitsukuni on it like a horse.” 

Your heart jumped as you pulled a small laugh from him before he coughed. 

“You’d make me happy for all my days- you have made me happy.” 

“Takashi…” 

“Y/N, let me finish. Don’t call the others until after I’m gone. Mitsukuni will help you. He’ll get you anything you need. Please, try to take care of yourself. Take care of yourself in the ways I couldn’t and that I won’t be able to.” 

“Sweetheart, please…” 

“I just hope I made you--” 

“Please don’t do this to yourself right now. Takashi you’ve,” you stopped yourself blinking. “I have a crazy idea. It’s going to sound insane but what would you say if I wanted to get married. Right here, right now.” 

He blinked, clearly not expecting you to say that before he smiled wider than earlier he had, reopening the wound on his lip. “The nurse button is on the remote.” 

You nodded and quickly called for them to get the chaplain.

The two of you killed the time by continuing the talks of the life you’d live together. The life of grandchildren, being together through thick and thin, sickness and health, for richer or poor- the pets you would have and how you would grow old together remaining side by side. You even talked of the house you would’ve wanted, remaining close to the Haninozuka’s like Takashi would’ve wanted. 

Your children would’ve been close to the Haninozuka’s like Takashi was so used to. 

They would be raised in the Morinozuka way, but also given a freedom to choose the life they’d want to live 

And when the chaplain came in it was clear he was expecting words of prayer by the way his face contorted into a bit of confusion when you asked him to marry you. 

He looked at Takashi as if silently asking him if it’s what he wanted. 

Takashi nodded his head and the chaplain began the service, doing a shorter version than usual given the circumstances. 

You could tell as you watched him throughout, that he was slowly losing his fight. 

And when it came time for his vows it took all the strength you had to not burst into tears right then and there. You would need to save them until after he was gone. 

Takashi gave you a loving look as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “Y/N, I will always love you. Always and forever, from now until my last breath. I will love you even when I’m not here. You will always be my home and the one I love most. I will forever cherish the time we have spent together.” 

The chaplain smiled softly, continuing on. 

You could tell when it was time to seal your marriage with a kiss, that he was close to losing his battle.

You gently cupped his face, being mindful of the injuries and placing a gentle kiss on the lips to your now husband.

Takashi gently held your chin, giving you the same gentle and loving kiss to your lips. 

You pulled away just enough to take one last look into those dark gray eyes that made you feel at ease and right at home, “It’s okay Takashi. I’ll be okay, you can go now. I will love you, always and forever.” 

He gave you one last gentle smile, his voice barely coming out as he told you he loved you too before his voice broke off and the machines around you began to signal he was gone. 

The tears you were holding back immediately came cascading down your face as you wept into the man you loved more than anyone else in this world. 

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