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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Satoru Gojo Oneshots ˚୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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I wanna be Yours - Explicit- 5.3k wc -Satoru Gojo has been your best friend since middle school, you've been in love with him that long, but he is clueless! Can you all stay just friends??- friends to lovers smut

Forgive me for I have Sinned - Explicit- 5.7k wc- You keep having dreams about Father Gojo, and he decides to try to save your slutty soul! Freaky ass Priest gojo- sacriligeous af, meant for sinners <3

Duvet Days and Vanilla Ice cream - Explicit- 15k wc Satoru has tried five different times over the years to tell you he loves you, but the words just never came out right, and you would never believe it. Cute/sexy and emotional Christmas fic- 5+1

You Got me thinking Nonsense- Explicit- 11.5k wc You're Suguru's lil sis, which means you've dealt with both him and his best friend Satoru Gojo being overprotective little shits for most your life. You've also been in love with Satoru Gojo that long. Will he see you as anything more? - smutty/fun (pt 2 coming soon)

Do I wanna Know? - explicit- 9k wc Satoru Gojo knows as soon as he sees you, he'll do anything to have you, but first? He needs you to need him. Ignoring his friendly offer to let you stay with him to save up for a better place, you soon find yourself kicked out by your landlord, and moving in with Satoru. Is he a Stalker!? Yandere, heavy smut, read the warnings

I'll look After You - 10.6 wc-NSFW- You longed to hear from Satoru, After an epic night hooking up in a club bathroom, sure you'd been strangers, but he has your number, he made you feel so special... but... he never contacts you again. Ten months later, you have a beautiful baby named Reign, with those exact blue eyes- FLUFFY.

CUTE CAMGIRL GETS NAILED BY NERDY ROOMMATE?

lights, camera, action!

starring: roommate!Gojo x camgirl!Reader

content: mdni, modern au, gojo is obsessed but sweet, instant crush, falling in love, masturbation, jealousy, Sukuna cameo, teasing, making out, back shots, doggy style, unprotected piv sex, creampie, aftercare

art by @chu-cho + divider by @bronzewasp

roommate!Gojo whose been obsessed with you before you even moved in - he just didn't know it

roommate!Gojo who didn't really need a roommate when he doesn't even pay rent for the penthouse he already owned, but after so many lonely nights with no one to talk to (and considering pets were out of the question since he can't even keep a plant alive) he was more than a little taken by the idea of having someone to come home to who was stuck with him for a twelve month lease

roommate!Gojo who plasters ads online, exchanging emails with strangers until he lands on sweet little you, asking you to meet him for brunch the next weekend, despite Suguru being convinced you had to be a catfish hoping for cheap rent

roommate!Gojo who thinks you're an angel when you slide in the seat across from him - even if you laugh in his face when he calls you one

roommate!Gojo who listens leaning halfway across the table with his chin propped up by his hand, enraptured by every word that leaves your mouth, the way you giggle at his lame jokes and roll your eyes at his lamer flirtations, only getting serious when you awkwardly admit you have an unconventional job that meant you'd be home most of the time, although something about your voice is familiar, like maybe he heard it before, bumped into you somewhere

roommate!Gojo who pulls out the lease for you to sign then and there, cheeks already heating up at the thought of you walking around his apartment in tiny shorts and thin tank tops, or even better, your figure drowned in one of his t-shirts, padding into the kitchen barefoot and bending over to grab a drink from the fridge, well, actually, he's imagining what a cute story this would make to tell your future children someday but even he could admit that was probably a little much

roommate!Gojo who figures out what your unconventional job is one week into this new living arrangement after helping you get your new room all set up, scrolling on his phone in his own bed and debating on asking you on a late night ice cream run when he hears your voice through the wall, all cute and chirpy, and yeah, he shouldn't snoop, but perhaps he just-so-happened to press his ear against the wall to listen in when all the pieces clicked together

roommate!Gojo who has never typed faster in his life than when he's searching up his favorite faceless camgirl, pulling up the stream just to confirm his suspections - and thank the fucking stars he somehow got this lucky, listening to your laugh through the wall and on his phone

roommate!Gojo who ends up fucking his fist by the end of the show, because even if you never showed above your shoulders on stream, he's picturing what pretty faces you were making now that he knew it was you, barely able to keep his moans to himself as he strokes himself in rough, harsh thrusts, bucking his hips up and wishing it was your palm wrapped around him instead, or fuck, the pretty little cunt you had on display on screen

roommate!Gojo who blushes wildly the next morning he sees you, and you just giggle, giving him a quick wink, like maybe it wasn't just his imagination your little show had been louder than usual, your gasps and whimpers meant to be heard through the wall you shared

roommate!Gojo who thinks you're the perfect girl roommate - you listen to all his ramblings and rants, curl up next to him on the couch for movie (and Digimon) marathons, ask to bake sweets together when you're bored or let him drag you around some afternoons to shop and eat, casually holding his hand in public, resting your head against him and letting him throw an arm around your shoulders, and yeah, okay, you always pay rent on time (although his generous donations probably make up half of it)

roommate!Gojo who is, of course, devastated to have to spend even just a few hours apart and leave you alone in the penthouse to attend a stupid work party with Suguru, ignoring his friend's teasing about his crush, but a cup of spiked punch later, he's wondering why he hasn't just made a move yet, asked you to be his, when he gets the notification you're live again

roommate!Gojo who almost pukes when he clicks on it and realizes you're not alone, some asshole with too many muscles and even more tattoos manhandling you into a mating press on your soft mattress, faces carefully concealed out of shot as usual while you get speared open on his obscene length

roommate!Gojo who excuses himself from the party, an emergency at home, which really meant he needed to get there and throw that fucking prick out and show you anything that guy could do, he could do better, but by the time he made it through the front door, the jerk was gone, only finding you sleepily sprawled out on the couch watching some reality show

roommate!Gojo who just blinks, swallowing the lump in his throat when you yawn and sit up as soon as you notice him, stretching your arms and letting your shirt ride up to expose a thin strip of skin, while you just tilt your head to the side as if to ask if he was going to say anything - as if you knew he knew about your guest star

roommate!Gojo who bridges the distance in a few short strides, getting down on his knees in front of the couch to cup your face and capture your lips in a starving kiss, hard enough you almost fall back onto the couch cushions, but you're giggling in-between kisses at the way his glasses keep slipping down the bridge of his nose, fingers tangling back in his hair, tugging him in closer so your canines can nip at his bottom lip

roommate!Gojo who's the one throwing you onto your bed half an hour later, his cock throbbing painfully in the too-tight confines of his boxers, aching for your warmth after barely being able to stop himself from cumming in his pants ten times just from making out, but the sight of your glistening cunt in person when he peels your blue lace panties down your thighs almost does him in again

roommate!Gojo who thinks he must've got into a car crash and died on the way home, because he must be in heaven when he finally slides the first few inches of his thick cock inside, groaning as he forces his way past the first ring of resistance, his grip on your hips nearly bruising as he grinds in deeper, overwhelmed by the pretty arch of your back and you on your hands and knees, whining and ready to take him, your soft ass squirming while your walls grip and suck him in so sinfully

roommate!Gojo who fucks you like you're still on camera, pounding into you until you're crying out his name loud enough for half the building to hear, his hips probably leaving marks on your ass and the lewd smacks of skin-on-skin and your pretty wet slick dripping down your thighs only encouraging to go faster, harder, give you more until there was nothing left of him to give

roommate!Gojo who knows what spots to hit to make you shudder, you thighs trembling as you whine and mewl, making soft, sweet promises of something he can't even fully process, too focused on making you cum harder than you ever have before, his grip on your hip the only thing holding your body up as he reaches his other hand around to play with your surely needy clit, his new favorite toy, massaging precise patterns and calculating just the right amount of pressure to have you unravelling into putty in his palm

roommate!Gojo who can't help cumming inside you when your body shivers and you break into what feels like a billion pieces for him to put back together with searing kisses scattered across your back, grunting your name and mumbling something half-incoherent about how long he waited for this, for you

roommate!Gojo who carries you to the bath afterward, still pressing kisses everywhere while he cleans you up, washing your hair and scrubbing both of you clean, leaning back against the porcelain with you on his chest when you glance up at him to fix his crooked glasses with a grin, pressing a peck to his jaw and asking if he wants to do it again - with an audience

a/n: this was based on an anon ask I accidentally deleted sorry >.<

Nerd!Gojo x Nerd!You

Nerdjo x nerd reader!

Part 1 no next part sorry I lost the motivation 😔 and lost most of my works

Part 3

♡Gojo, the paranoid investigator.He is now on a mission to prove you’re human.He starts stalking (observing is the word he prefers) you, noting down every tiny habit.But every time you catch him staring, you don’t call him out.You just stare back. Unblinking. Unfazed.His brain short-circuits. His soul leaves his body. Suguru finds him sitting in a corner later, mumbling, “She’s not real… she’s not real…”

♡Gojo, the humbled flirt.He’s never failed at flirting before. Ever. So when he dramatically tells you, “I’d bring the moon to you if I could.”He expects something a scoff, an eyeroll, a blush. Instead, you say, “That’s scientifically impossible.” The way you deadpan it makes him rethink his entire existence.Suguru and Shoko witness this and nearly die laughing.

♡Gojo, the desperate competitor.He stays up all night, studying harder than he ever has in his entire life, just to beat you in the rankings. The results come out. You still top. He’s second. But the worst part? You don’t even react. No smile, no satisfaction, no nothing. He’s not mad that he lost he’s mad that you didn’t care. He dramatically flops onto Suguru’s shoulder. “She’s a machine, man… I’m up against a machine…”

♡Gojo, the secret romantic.No one knows, but he loves romance novels. It’s his guilty pleasure.One day, he’s in the library, nose deep in one, when you suddenly sit next to him.He panics. He immediately slams the book shut.You glance at the cover. You say nothing.You just… nod slightly and continue reading your own book.For some reason, that’s way worse than if you had teased him.

♡Gojo, the horror movie victim.He once fell asleep in the library and woke up at 3 AM. Everything is dark. Silent. He feels like he’s in a horror movie.Then he sees you. Sitting at a table, reading, like some paranormal entity that never moves.He has never known fear like this before.He contemplates running, but his legs don’t work.He watches in terror as you slowly… turn the page of your book.He passes out.

♡Gojo, the human experiment conspiracist.He is convinced now. You are not normal. You are not real.He asks Shoko to run a “human test” to confirm.

She plays along and casually tells you, “Hey, mind giving me a blood sample?”Gojo watches you for any sign of panic.You blink. “No.” And walk away.

He gasps. He screams.

“SHE DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHY. SUGURU, SHE DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHY.”

♡Gojo, the fool in denial. He refuses to admit he finds you interesting.

“I don’t like her, okay? I just wanna know more about my rival.”

Suguru and Shoko exchange looks. “Sure.”

“I MEAN IT.”

“Mhm. Sure. Do your homework.”

He storms off in frustration.

♡Gojo, the dramatic love announcer. One day, out of nowhere, he slams his hands on the lunch table, eyes wide with revelation.

“I THINK I FOUND MY MATCH.”

Suguru and Shoko don’t even look up. “Yeah, we know.”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. SHE’S—”

“Yeah, yeah. Do your homework, Gojo.”

He stares at them in betrayal. They’re supposed to be shocked.

He’s suffering, and they don’t even care.

♡Gojo, the haunted. One day, he catches you staring at him.His heart stops. His brain malfunctions.You just tilt your head slightly, as if analyzing him.And then you go back to your book.That moment haunts him to this day.

♡Gojo, the theorist.He starts developing wild theories.Maybe you’re a spy. Maybe you’re a hacker. Maybe you’re an escaped AI prototype from a secret lab.

Suguru literally smacks the back of his head. “Shut up and focus on your work.”

♡Gojo, the secret simp.He doesn’t even realize he’s simping for you.One time, someone called you boring for always studying.

Without hesitation, Gojo fired back, “At least she exists. You just stand around judging people who do.”

The entire room went silent.

He immediately realized what he just said and pretended to choke on air.

♡Gojo, the needy puppy.When he wants something from you, his voice turns softer.

“Show it to me please… send it to me, Y/nnnn.”

He stretches your name out like a whiny kid.

Suguru stares at him in disgust.

♡Gojo, the unshakable, now very shaken.His ultimate goal? Make you react.

First, he starts leaving anonymous cute notes.

You glance at them for two seconds, then toss them in the trash.

His heart shatters.

Then, he tries challenging you. “Bet you can’t solve this.”

You solve it in seconds. He gasps. He didn’t even know the problem had an answer. (He made the question)

As a final resort, he sends you a fake love letter, thinking you’ll finally get flustered.

You read it and say, “It’s technically impossible to climb Everest in three minutes for a girl.”

He wants to scream.

♡Gojo, the ignored.He gets petty. Tries ignoring you for three hours to make you notice his absence.You don’tyHe snaps.

“Missed me?”

You blink. “Oh, I didn’t even know you were here today.”

♡That one physically hurt.

♡ Gojo, the fool who fell.He’s never met someone like you.You challenge him in a way no one ever has.He hates it. He loves it.He’s completely doomed.

@syrooo @hel1nn @ourfinalisation @dekusdante @naomigojo

some characters just deserve a wife and kids

the sadness in his eyes is saying a lot…

He looks so yummy in their art style mamamia

I see my man in apron and I go uga buga

when they’re hanging out with another girl

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, dabi (toya)

decided to add in toya and neito to this smau bc why not?? i love them anyway :D also should i start writing for toya??

༝     .   MAMA SANDWICH ! .  ✿

SUMMARY: after a long day, cuddling is just what you need from your husband toji. or... your child megumi? both? oh great. here comes war.

WC: 852

NOTES: I HAVE BEEN ON THE BIGGEST TOJI BRAINROT so incoming; toji fics are on its way

Evening in the Fushiguro household was always a soft sort of chaos.

Dinner had been eaten. Megumi’s tiny face had been wiped clean (after much squirming and pouting). Pajamas were on, teeth brushed—though Toji insisted, “The kid’s only got like three teeth, what’s there to brush?”—and now it was finally time for the best part of the day.

Cuddle Time.

You were curled up on the couch, warm and cozy under a big blanket, reading a book and half-listening to the quiet hum of the night. You’d barely blinked when a familiar weight crashed beside you.

“‘Kay, move over.”

Toji’s gravelly voice. Grumpy, low, but unmistakably pouty in that way he tried to hide.

You shifted just enough to make room as he flopped beside you with a groan, throwing one arm around your waist and pulling you in with that effortless strength of his.

“Rough day?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Always,” he muttered, burying his face into your neck like a heat-seeking missile. “Missed you.”

You smiled softly, fingers carding through his dark hair. “I’m right here.”

You should’ve expected what came next.

Tiny, stompy feet. The quiet pat-pat-pat of your son’s determined little march.

Megumi waddled into the living room, wearing his favorite wolf-print pajama pants and dragging his own little blanket like a warrior preparing for battle.

He stopped in front of the couch. Squinted.

Frowned.

“…Papa, move.”

Toji peeked one eye open. “No.”

“I wanna cuddle Mama.”

“Too bad. I got here first.”

“Not fair!” Megumi huffed, cheeks puffed out, hands balling into tiny fists. “She’s my mama!”

Toji didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.

“She’s my wife.”

“But—!”

Megumi stomped once more, then—with all the dramatic flair of a bedtime soap opera—climbed on top of you, shoving his way between your chest and Toji’s arm like a chubby little wedge.

“Toji—” you started, laughing as the blanket slipped down your shoulder.

“No. Nope. He’s not allowed in here.”

“He’s your son,” you reminded, trying to wrangle the squirmy toddler now making himself at home in your arms.

“He’s a traitor.”

Megumi smirked triumphantly, curling into your chest and patting your collarbone like he’d just conquered a new kingdom. “My Mama.”

Toji let out a dramatic sigh, glaring at Megumi like he’d just been dethroned. “You get her all day. I get her at night. That’s the rule.”

Megumi looked up at you. “Is that true?”

You blinked. “There’s a rule?”

Toji grunted. “There should be.”

But Megumi wasn’t budging. He threw one leg over your stomach and settled in like a cat, kicking Toji’s side lightly in the process.

You were wheezing from trying not to laugh. “Okay, okay—stop. You both can cuddle me.”

“No.” They said it at the same time.

Toji tugged you closer, trying to reclaim his space. Megumi clung tighter, glaring up at him with wide, watery eyes.

“She loves me more,” the kid mumbled.

Toji’s eyebrow twitched. “Wanna bet?”

Before you knew it, Toji had hooked one arm around Megumi and the other under your knees—and in one smooth, annoyingly strong motion, he hoisted both of you into his lap like you weighed nothing.

Now you were in the middle. Megumi pressed to your chest. Toji wrapped around your back, legs caging you both in.

“Aha,” he muttered smugly. “Cuddle sandwich. I win.”

“This is not winning,” you said, laughing. “This is kidnapping.”

Megumi was too busy snuggling into your hoodie, mumbling something about how warm you were and how he wanted you all to himself. Toji kept his arm slung heavy around both of you, his big hand on your thigh, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna fall asleep like this,” you warned.

“That’s the plan,” he muttered, eyes already half-lidded.

You could feel Megumi relaxing, his breathing slowing. And Toji—despite all his grumbling—was gently running his fingers up and down your side in soft, rhythmic strokes.

“…Love you, Mama,” Megumi whispered, voice already heavy with sleep.

Toji grunted softly, his mouth brushing your neck. “Tch. Love you too.”

“Who are you saying that to?” you asked, smiling.

“…Both of you.”

Your heart ached in the best possible way.

Toji—fierce and dangerous and built for anything but softness—was now the anchor of this small, sleepy pile of warmth and love. His son clung to you like you were the sun, and he held you both like you were his whole damn world.

Which, honestly, you were.

Later that night, when you were half-asleep and Megumi had long since started drooling on your chest, you felt Toji whisper into your hair.

“I used to think I was gonna die alone,” he murmured. “Now I’ve got you two, and I’m fighting a four-year-old over cuddles.”

You smiled, eyes closed, hand resting over his on your waist.

“You lost, by the way.”

Toji snorted quietly. “Nah. Still got you in my arms, didn’t I?”

And just like that, the house fell into peaceful silence—wrapped in blankets, love, and the kind of warmth Toji Fushiguro never believed he’d ever deserve.

But now?

He wouldn’t give it up for the world.

May I request yandere ranpo with a brat reader? I feel like this is brat on brat crime... Give it ur best if you do accept!!

Dueling brats

Yandere!Ranpo x Reader

Another night, another perfect crime. You had slipped through security like a ghost, leaving behind only the faintest traces of your presence. So far, no one had come close. But now, the police had called in their so-called “greatest detective.”

Edogawa Ranpo

You had heard of him, of course. Arrogant, annoying, infuriatingly skilled. But you weren’t worried. After all, no one had ever caught you before. Why should that change now?

Dressed in your best disguise, you strolled confidently onto the crime scene, an old man at your side. "Ah, what a shame" your so-called mentor sighed dramatically, squinting at the wreckage left behind. "Another case to crack. Lucky for them, we’re here!"

“Yeah, yeah, old man. Let’s hurry this up before some amateur steals the credit.” You smirked, brushing past officers.

And that’s when you saw him.

A smug-looking man, perched lazily near the evidence.

“Oh?” he drawled, tilting his head as he finally gave you his full attention. “Who let this little troublemaker in?”

“You tell me, oh great detective.”

For a moment, there was silence—a battle of wills as you both sized each other up. And then, at the same time, you both scoffed, turning away with exaggerated shrugs.

“I bet I’ll solve it first” you declared.

Ranpo grinned, “Oh, you’re on.”

And so, the game began.

From the moment the competition started, you made it your personal mission to be the biggest thorn in Ranpo’s side.

Every time he bent down to examine a clue, you’d conveniently “trip” and bump into him, knocking him off balance.

“Oops, sorry,” you hummed with zero sincerity, stepping right in front of him to inspect the same evidence he was looking at. “Guess I got here first.”

Ranpo huffed, crossing his arms. “As if you even know what you’re looking at.”

“Of course I do,” you said, squinting at a footprint on the floor. “This print belongs to someone who… has feet.”

“Oh wow, brilliant deduction. Maybe I should retire.”

“Maybe you should.” you teased.

Whenever he started explaining something—piecing together the crime with his so-called “superior intellect”—you’d interrupt with exaggerated gasps and nods.

“Ah, yes! Of course! The criminal must have—” You gasped again. “—HANDS!”

“Do you want me to throw you out with my precious hands?”

“You could, but that would mean admitting you can’t handle a little competition.”

“Fine. Stay.”

You promptly crouched beside him and tapped his shoe.

“Hey!”

“Just checking if you have feet too” you said, barely holding back a laugh.

It was so much fun getting under his skin.

The battle continued for nearly an hour—Ranpo doing his best to ignore you, you making that task impossible. If he leaned in to look at something, you leaned in closer. If he tried to talk to an officer, you cut in with a ridiculous theory just to throw him off.

Finally, just as you were about to make another snarky remark, your old mentor called your name.

“Time to go, kid.”

“Eh? Already?”

“Yeah, yeah. I let you play long enough.” The old man waved lazily. “Let’s go.”

You stretched your arms with an exaggerated groan. “Fine, fine. Looks like I’ll have to leave the case to the second best detective here.” You shot Ranpo a teasing grin.

Wait.

What did the old man say?

His gaze sharpened as he processed the realization. You weren’t a detective.

You were the thief.

He had been so caught up in bickering with you, so entertained by your antics, that he had wasted time—precious time—when he could have caught you right then and there.

By the time he shot to his feet, you were already disappearing into the distance, giving him one last playful wave before vanishing into the crowd.

Now that he knew who you were, there was no escaping him.

When Ranpo stormed into the Armed Detective Agency, he looked downright pissed.

The moment he walked in, Fukuzawa raised an eyebrow, Kunikida nearly dropped his clipboard, and Atsushi froze mid-step.

“Whoa,” Atsushi blinked. “Ranpo-san, are you okay?”

“No,” Ranpo grumbled, throwing himself onto the couch and crossing his arms. He was sulking—hard. “I was this close to catching them. This close!”

Kunikida adjusted his glasses. “Them?”

Ranpo huffed, glaring at nothing in particular. “That brat—that annoying, infuriating, sassy little thief!”

That caught Dazai’s attention. He grinned, leaning forward. “Oho~? A thief? Since when do you let criminals escape, Ranpo-kun?”

“I didn’t let them escape! They distracted me!” Ranpo snapped. “I was too busy dealing with their nonsense to realize who they really were!”

Dazai blinked, then burst out laughing. “Wait, wait, you—the great and mighty Ranpo—got tricked?”

“It’s not funny!” Ranpo whined. “Every five seconds, they had some dumb comment, or some annoying little trick to get on my nerves!” He groaned, gripping his hair. “And I fell for it!”

They had never seen Ranpo this frustrated before.

Ranpo scowled. “They’re a menace. A real brat. Kept interrupting me, getting in my way, acting like they were smarter than me—”

Dazai’s smirk only grew. “Sounds like someone I know~.”

Ranpo shot him a deadly glare.

Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose. “So, let me get this straight. A thief you were supposed to catch managed to completely throw you off, and you’re mad because…?”

“Because I didn’t get to keep them.”

Silence.

Atsushi paled. “Uh… what?”

Ranpo realized what he just said and quickly backtracked. “I mean—I didn’t get to catch them! That’s what I meant!”

Dazai hummed. “Uh-huh. Sure~.”

Yes, you had escaped. Yes, you had annoyed the hell out of him. But that wasn’t what was bothering him the most.

No, what really pissed him off…

Was that he had actually liked it.

Ranpo was no fool. If you thought you could just slip through his fingers and disappear, you were dead wrong.

Because the moment you left that crime scene, he had already begun piecing together your next move.

You were a creature of habit—despite your playful tricks, there was a pattern hidden in your crimes. Ranpo saw it instantly. The kind of locations you picked, the escape routes, even the timing of your heists—it all led to one conclusion.

He knew exactly where you’d strike next.

So he set the perfect trap.

And when you did show up, he was already waiting.

One moment, you were mid-heist, about to swipe a particularly valuable piece, and the next—bam—everything went dark.

Now, you were here.

And “here” was… not a police station. Not an interrogation room.

Instead, you were in a strange room, sitting in a chair, hands tied—with a ridiculous amount of care, might you add.

And standing before you, looking far too smug for your liking…

Was Ranpo.

“Rise and shine” he drawled, popping a piece of candy into his mouth. “Did you sleep well?”

You tugged at your restraints, glaring. “You ass.”

Ranpo smirked, crouching to your level. “Oh, you have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”

You scoffed. “Oh nooo, am I gonna be arrested? How scary.”

“Arrested? Oh, no no no. The police aren’t coming.”

“…What?”

“I didn’t tell them.” He grinned. “I didn’t tell anyone.”

“That’s—stupid.”

Ranpo tapped his chin. “Hmm… No, I think it’s brilliant. You humiliated me, got in my way, wasted my time—so now? I get my revenge.”

“You’re not the first person who’s tried to get revenge on me, detective.”

Ranpo leaned in, so close that you could see the wicked amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Yeah?” he whispered. “And how many of them were as smart as me?”

Your smirk returned. “None. But I always won.”

You snapped your wrists at just the right angle, the ropes slipped free.

Ranpo barely had time to react before you lunged.

For the second time, you had escaped.

And Ranpo?

He was obsessed.

No one had ever gotten away from him once, let alone twice. And the way you did it? With that smug little smirk, that teasing glint in your eye?

It drove him insane.

So now, he laid flat on the couch at the Armed Detective Agency, staring at the ceiling, ignoring everyone.

"Ranpo, if you’re not going to work, at least sit properly" Kunikida sighed.

"Too tired" Ranpo mumbled, taking out a lollipop.

"You're just sulking" Atsushi muttered under his breath, hoping Ranpo couldn't hear it.

Ranpo rolled onto his side, scowling. "I am not sulking."

"You are," Dazai chimed in, grinning. "Let me guess—you still can’t get over that thief?"

Ranpo clicked his tongue, glaring at nothing in particular.

Because yeah, actually, he couldn’t.

Before he could reply, the phone rang.

Kunikida picked up, nodding along before sighing. "Another theft case. Ranpo, do you—"

"Yes!" Ranpo answered instantly, sitting up.

Everyone blinked.

Atsushi raised an eyebrow. "That was fast."

"If it’s them, I have to be there."

If it’s you.

But it wasn’t.

The case was nothing special—just a standard robbery with a very predictable culprit. Ranpo solved it in mere minutes, barely paying attention as he listed out the thief’s exact actions.

It wasn’t fun when it wasn’t you.

Still, he played along, gave the police their answer, and waved off their gratitude. He was already bored again.

Out of the corner of his eye—

A familiar figure.

It was you.

There, across the street, blending effortlessly into the crowd.

His heart thrummed.

You turned slightly—just enough for your gaze to meet his.

For a split second, surprise flickered in your eyes.

And then you turned—vanishing into the crowd.

Oh, no you don’t.

Ranpo ran.

His hat nearly flew off, his coat flared behind him, but he didn’t care. He dodged between people, eyes locked onto your figure as you weaved through the streets, always just out of reach.

Ranpo was so close.

Every time he thought he lost you, there you were again—a flash of your coat, a flicker of movement, that maddeningly smug grin when you glanced back at him.

You knew he was right behind you, and you loved it.

His lips curled in amusement despite himself.

It didn’t matter. You could play your little game, but he was going to win.

He picked up speed, expertly weaving through the busy streets, dodging past distracted pedestrians. Just a little closer—just a little more—

"Ranpo!"

Someone grabbed him.

Ranpo stumbled to a stop as a hand clamped onto his shoulder. He nearly snapped at whoever it was until he looked up—

Yosano.

Ranpo barely resisted the urge to groan.

"Where have you been?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Kunikida's been yelling about you skipping reports again."

Ranpo tensed, glancing past her, scanning the crowd frantically.

You were gone.

"What are you looking—"

Without a word, he spun on his heel and stormed off, stuffing his hands in his pockets, grumbling under his breath.

Ranpo didn’t talk about it when he got back to the agency, but everyone could tell he was sulking, again. He barely spoke, barely moved, just laid on the couch.

By the time the sun set, he had a plan.

If you wouldn’t come to him—

He’d make sure you had to.

-----

He rented an apartment, arranged precisely like those crime scenes you loved so much. Everything in its place—just subtle enough for someone as smart as you to notice.

Now all he had to do…

Was wait.

----

Ranpo sat at his desk, lazily sucking on a piece of candy, gaze flickering to the clock.

Any moment now.

The waiting was the hardest part. Knowing you would come, but not when.

There you are.

Ranpo took his time. Let you think you were in control. Let you wander, let you wonder if you were actually one step ahead.

The second you reached the center of the room—

The lights flickered on.

“Gotcha.”

You froze for only half a second before spinning on your heel—only to find Ranpo casually perched on the edge of his desk, grinning like a cat with its paw on a trapped mouse’s tail.

“Took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

Your lips curled into a smirk. “I was. Had to see if you were as clever as you think you are.”

Ranpo chuckled, slipping off the desk, taking a slow step forward. “And? What’s your verdict?”

You let your gaze flicker around the room, noting the meticulous setup. The positioning of objects, the way it perfectly mirrored previous heists—every little detail designed to lure you in.

“I’ll admit,” you said, “Not bad.”

“Only not bad? C’mon, I deserve better than that.”

You clicked your tongue. “Mmm… Maybe.”

“Well, you lost.”

“Oh nooo~,” you mocked, voice dripping with fake fear. “What ever will I do? The great Edogawa Ranpo finally caught me.”

Ranpo chuckled, reaching into his coat pocket. “Mhm. And now, I’m going to take you in.”

“To the police?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Obviously not.”

You didn’t have time to question more than that before he suddenly flicked something at you—a small, wrapped piece of candy.

“Your last meal before I lock you up”

“Oh, how kind.” You unwrapped it dramatically and popped it into your mouth, letting the sugar melt on your tongue. “Tastes like victory.”

“Does it?”

He struck like lightning, barring your path before you could even flinch. You sidestepped at the last second—nearly too late. His fingertips skimmed your sleeve as you spun away, putting the desk between you.

“Come on, don’t make this boring.”

“Oh, never,” you shot back, grinning.

You darted for the door.

Ranpo was faster.

Just as you reached for the handle, something clicked.

You yanked.

The door didn’t budge.

Ranpo chuckled, casually twirling a key around his finger.

“Oops~,” he cooed. “Did I forget to mention? The door locks from the inside.”

“Wow, you really are desperate,” you teased, masking the shift in the air. “What’s next? A cage? A collar?”

He tapped his chin, pretending to think. “Well… now that you mention it—”

You took a step back, and he took a step forward.

The playfulness in his eyes was still there, but beneath it—lurking just underneath—was something else entirely.

“Ranpo—”

“Shhh. You lost.”

You realized you might actually be in trouble.

You were trapped.

“I have to admit,” you said, carefully watching his every movement. “This is a step up. You’ve really thought this through, huh?”

Ranpo’s grin widened. “Of course.”

You clicked your tongue. Fine. You’d just have to outthink him.

Your eyes flickered around the room, looking for anything you could use.

The window—too high. The furniture—nothing you could easily break through.

Your best bet was to distract him.

“Alright, alright. I admit it—you got me. I should’ve been more careful.”

You sighed dramatically, stepping back. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait for my grand escape. But since I’m stuck here for now, might as well get comfortable.”

You moved to lean against the desk—casual, relaxed. But in reality? You were positioning yourself right next to a pen.

Ranpo noticed.

His gaze flickered to your hand, then back to your face. He knew what you were doing.

And yet—

He didn’t stop you.

Your fingers curled around the pen.

You spun, aiming to jab the pen at him—

Except.

Ranpo already knew.

Before you could even blink, he caught your wrist.

“You really thought that would work?”

You tried to twist free—nothing. He didn’t budge.

"Not bad for a brainiac—didn’t know you had this much muscle."

He swept your legs out from under you.

The world tilted—your back hit the desk—Ranpo pinned you before you could even think of recovering.

"Wow, thanks. I’ll add ‘surprisingly strong’ to my resume."

Your wrist was still caught in his grip, your other hand pinned under his weight. You struggled, twisting, but—

It was useless.

“…Told you,” he murmured. “You lost.”

Every escape route? Gone. Every trick up your sleeve? Anticipated.

Ranpo knew you.

And that meant he knew exactly how to break you down.

Still, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction just yet.

“Alright, alright. I admit it—you got me.”

Ranpo hummed, clearly pleased. “Mhm~.”

You rolled your eyes. “So what now? You gonna interrogate me? Tie me to a chair? What’s your master plan?”

Without a word, he reached into his pocket—

And pulled out a lollipop.

Your brows furrowed. "Someone’s got a sugar addiction, I see."

He just grinned, unwrapping it with a lazy flick of his wrist. “What? Sugar runs in my veins.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious. But, after a moment, you scoffed. “Fine. If this is some weird attempt to butter me up, I’ll take it.”

Ranpo watched you as he gave you the lollipop.

And then—

Before you could pull away, he grasped the stick of the lollipop—

And plucked it right from your mouth.

Ranpo smirked, twirling the lollipop between his fingers.

You stared at him, incredulous. “...Did you just—”

“What? You already had a taste. My turn.”

“Oh? What’s with that look?” he teased. “Did you think I was just gonna let you enjoy it?”

You clenched your jaw, irritation bubbling. “You really get on my nerves, you know that?”

Ranpo chuckled. “Mhm~ Don't care~”

“You know, if I really wanted to escape, I could just—I could just turn myself in. The police would be easier to deal with than you.”

The second the words left your mouth—

You felt it.

The air in the room shifted.

You couldn’t name the look in his eyes.

“…What?” you scoffed, forcing a chuckle. “Don’t like that idea?”

Ranpo didn’t answer immediately.

“That’s not funny”

But there was nothing lighthearted about it.

You swallowed, but kept your composure. “Who said I was joking?”

“You don’t really want to turn yourself in, do you?”

You hesitated—just for a second. But that second was enough.

“Thought so.”

You clenched your jaw. “And if I did?”

“Let’s make something very clear,” he murmured, “You’re not going anywhere. Not to the police. Not away from me.”

Ranpo flashed his trademark smile, the one that fooled people into thinking he was harmless.

“I won, remember?”

This wasn’t just a game to him.

It never was.

“And I want you to be mine!”