“uhm The Ship Is Cannon 🤓☝️”

୨⎯𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ⎯୧

Chapter 3

Authors note: Satoru is actually becoming likeable! Also this isn’t proof read again hehe

Tw: Alcohol consumption

August 20th 2017

After a long summer of rest, fun, and heartbreak, it was finally time for the back-to-school season. And for you, it was time to start your first semester at Kyoto College. You were excited of course, it was a fresh start and a chance to meet new people. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you were still a little hurt about what happened at the festival but you were trying to get over it. That wouldn’t stop the thoughts about how Satoru was supposed to also be going to Kyoto College but had changed his mind a few months beforehand.

Now you think it’s better he doesn’t come. Running into him would most likely go a lot like it did at the festival. There was no universe in which he’d want to see you and potentially be friends. Those were all hopes of the past and you’ve learned to accept it. You would be lying if you didn’t say you weren’t a little mad at Satoru. I mean, after all, he hated you for no reason. He was rude and he made it clear he wanted nothing to do to you. You wish you had gotten the hint earlier in high school so you didn’t look like such a hopeless romantic. Now that you think about it, maybe Alina wasn’t the only one with an obvious crush on Satoru.

More importantly, you were moving out of the only home you’ve ever known for the year. You were dorming on campus with what you hoped would be a good roommate. You packed everything you needed for the time being. You took one last look at your room before heading out. You lived an hour and thirty minutes away from Kyoto University, so you wouldn’t be going home daily. More like once a week or two. It wasn’t too bad a schedule, but for you who aren’t used to being away from home for so long, it would be a little difficult.

Your parents helped you load up the car and you drove to the campus. After finally arriving on campus you had your parents help you load stuff in your dorm. The dorm was average-sized. Your roommate wasn’t coming until tomorrow so it gave you some time to adjust and have things the way you wanted them. You said goodbyes to your family and there you were. Sitting in your empty dorm room with boxes of stuff packed around you. You sighed and laid down on your bed staring straight up at the ceiling. Classes started tomorrow and you were taking the writing class you wanted to take. That was something to look forward to, right?

You explored the campus and got a feel of where you would be dedicating the next four years of your education. You got some ramen at a local ramen shop on campus and went back to your dorm where you would eat in silence. Your roommate decided to come a little earlier and came later that evening. So far you liked her.

Her name was Ayaka. She was 18 and was really interested in majoring in arts. She seemed like someone you could make friends with so that was good. She was super optimistic and she wore bright clothes and had bright room decor. She was the solar opposite of you but it was nice to have the company. You two talked for a while and you realized you weirdly had a lot in common. You botched like reading books, especially manga, you both strive to do good in school, and you both didn’t have any friends. You were just glad to have a good roommate and a nice person to talk to. So far college life was good, even though you hadn’t actually started classes.

So there you were the next day standing in front of your mirror wearing an outfit that wasn’t you at all. You just wanted to make a good impression on your first day, but you figured it would be better if you dressed like yourself. Wearing a mini skirt and a crop top was unlike you, so you changed to the usual hoodie and some sweats. Much better and much more comfortable.

“I like your outfit, Y/N,” Ayaka said from her top bunk as she dangled her legs and played with one of many charm bracelets. You gave her a smile and adjusted your ponytail. “Thanks.” You said putting the last notebook into your bag. Even though you hadn’t even known each other for 24 hours, you were becoming friends. You had a fresh start indeed.

You two went your separate ways as you had classes on opposite sides of the campus. You walked to your first class which was mathematics, a subject you didn’t like but you did decent in it. The class wasn’t too bad. You got to know your professor and some other nearby seatmates. After that, you had social science. You actually made good friends with a friend group consisting of three people. They were all super nice and again you had a bunch of shared interests. This college thing wasn’t so bad after all.

After three classes, you had a break for lunch where you sat with your new-found friends, including Ayaka. You talked about the professors you liked the ones you didn’t and the classes you wanted to take and the ones you didn’t. It was going great until Ayaka mentioned something that piqued your interest immediately.

“Yeah so, in my art class this morning there was this really pretty boy. He seemed popular already too! He had white hair and the prettiest shade of blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He was soo cool. He had these piercings and-” Ayakas voice faded into the background. White hair blue eyes, white hair blue eyes. Surly it couldn’t be him. You heard yourself that he was going to the University of Tokyo with Alina so why would he be here? What could have changed? Then again, maybe it’s not him. His hair could have been a super light blonde instead of white right? But those eyes, you couldn’t mistake those eyes.

Your mind was running wild with thoughts about the mystery man who was possibly Satoru. It was only confirmed when:

“Yeah he was so pretty, I think his name started with an S or something. Sawyer? No that’s stupid. Sa...Ugh, I can’t remember.” She was cut off by you mid-sentence.

“Satoru. His name was Satoru, right?” You asked. You had to be sure it was him. And even if it was, why was he here, why did he change schools last second? You had so many questions, but on top of all of that was the slight bit of hope that maybe things could be different this time.

“Yeah, yeah! That was his name, Satoru. Do you know him or something?” Ayaka said as she took another bite of her Mac and Cheese. Your stomach felt like it was making knots. So it really was him. Satoru Gojo was at your school after all, but why, and did that mean Alina was there?

“Yeah actually, we used to go to the same high school, long story.” You said snapping out of your daydreaming. Ayaka looked surprised at your comment.

“Really? I figured he was a model or something. You must have been lucky to have him at your school.” She said. The rest of your friend's conversation faded into the back as you pondered. Ok so it was confirmed to be him, but now what? There was a likely chance of running into him, but what would you do if you did? Ignore him, smile at him, hell maybe even try to talk to him? But would he even be interested in striking up a conversation with you? Probably not. It’s probably best for you to ignore him like he's done to you right?

After the lunch break ended you headed to class. This one you were pretty excited about because it was the writing class. You got there a bit early so you could get to know the professor. You may have seemed like a teacher's pet to others but you were excited for this professor's class. You took a seat in the middle row of seats and pulled out your supplies. As class officially started students started to flood in, you were looking to see if a certain white head of hair had entered but you hadn’t seen anything yet. Thank god. You weren’t sure if it would be a good or bad thing if he were to come into this class. But if he were to come, you’d try your best to avoid him.

The class filled up rather quickly and there was one seat left which was right by you. As you were waiting for the class to start, you had your head down lost in the fantasy of the book you were reading, you only looked up when you felt the presence of someone sitting next to you. You only looked up when they had dropped their pen and you grabbed it for them. That's when you locked eyes with those eyes. Those beautiful ocean eyes. His eyes. No other than Satoru Gojo sat beside you. You were shocked it really was him. He mumbled a quiet thanks before taking his pen back and looking up at the board. You closed your book and paid attention to the board, not that you were really paying attention though. You kept getting the occasional glance at Satoru and he did the same even going as far as to smile at you. It was like the first day of high school all over again.

Things felt different like he was being maybe even nice to you. Did you change that much over the summer that he couldn’t recognize you or something? The only thing you really changed about your appearance was getting bangs over the summer but unless Satoru’s blind, he would still know it’s you. Unless he was just being genuinely nice for some odd reason. You were so lost in your thoughts that you basically missed half the first lecture, but it didn’t really matter to you now.

After class, you were both packing up when your professor called you up.

“Since you two are the last ones here, can you do me a favor and clean the board and sweep the floors? There’s a board meeting in here next and I haven’t had the time to do it, I have to grab the snacks for everyone.” Your professor asked in a hurry. Normally it would have been an immediate yes, but again it wasn’t just you, it was Satoru too. But you couldn’t turn down your clearly stressed professor just because of a boy so you agreed and so did Satoru.

“Thank you both, I owe ya!” He said walking out of the class and closing the door behind him. An awkward silence fell over the room as you and Satoru stood there for a second before you took the broom and began to sweep. You didn’t care at this point. You just wanted this awkward interaction to be over with. Satoru took an eraser and ran it over the chalk writing on the board. There had been an awkward silence for a few minutes before Satoru finally broke it.

Satoru cleared his throat “So, how did you like his class?” He asked, eyes still preen on removing the chalk writing on the board.

You were silent for a second, still not completely sure he was talking to you. “Uh, I liked it, it was interesting.” You replied focusing on sweeping like it was the most important thing ever.

“Yeah.” He said. He stopped erasing and turned to look at you. You looked up at him and you two made eye contact for what felt like forever. His eyes focused on yours and the same with yours. You cleared your throat before looking back down and sweeping, but Satoru was still looking at you, you could feel it.

“Y/N, I want you to know I’m sorry for being such a douchebag in high school, you didn’t deserve that.” He said rebreaking the silence. Your mouth almost dropped to the floor. Satoru was apologizing to you? Now? Why was he doing it now? Was he dying and he wanted to make right before he passed or something? You stopped your brain from jumping to crazy and stupid conclusions like that and thought of a way to respond to all this.

“It’s.. ok, I guess.” That was all you said as you continued to sweep up the floor. You couldn't stop yourself from asking the next question though. “Why now are you apologizing?” You asked finally looking up from the floor again. He was looking down at you.

“Because we're in college now, there's no need to hold stupid grudges from high school, so let’s have a fresh start, yeah?” He said with a smile. The first ever genuine smile he’s given you since that day in freshman year. You were very surprised, but what he said made sense. Even though it had only been a month since you last saw him, he seemed to grow over such a short period of time. But there was another question eating at you. Where was Alina, and why did he not go to the University of Tokyo with her?

Since Satoru was being honest with you, you did the same.

“So, what happened to your girlfriend?” You asked as you set the broom down, finally being done with your small side quest. A flash of confusion crossed Satoru’s face for a moment as if he was totally unaware of having this so-called ‘girlfriend’.

“Who?” He asked as he finished wiping up the last bit of chalk on the board. Now it was your turn to be the confused one. Just a month ago, Alina had made it very clear that she was with Satoru now. It was confirmed by your own eyes when you saw them kiss in the parking lot too. So why is he now acting like he isn’t dating her? The thought that they may have broken up popped up in your mind as well.

“You know, Alina. She told me you two were together back at the festival, and I saw you guys kissing in the parking lot.” You told him as you sat and spun in the professor's chair right in front of him. Satoru giggled a bit.

“Me and Alina? No, I bet she was just pranking you, we’re not dating. And that kiss was just her trying to make some boy jealous, so I went along.” Satoru said clearing up the misunderstanding.

Maybe the kiss made sense now but you remember very vividly Alina telling you that the two of them were together. It made you a little happy to know that she tried to make you jealous but lied the whole time. And it was clear by Satoru’s tone that he saw her more as a close friend than a girlfriend. But another part of you felt a little bad for Alina. Crazy, right? But the poor girl was so desperate to keep other girls away from him that she would lie and ruin other girl’s reputations one of those being yours. Wait, maybe you don’t feel so bad after all. So they weren’t together, that was kind of a relief. You seemed to note that Satoru probably didn’t want to talk about your little confession, so you didn’t bring it up.

You two were interrupted by the professor coming back in with a tray of snacks and napkins in his hand.

“Thank you, you two. I will pay you back somehow. You can go now, I gotta set up.” He said ushering you out of his classroom. This was the last class of the day so you had nothing but time. You and Satoru awkwardly stood outside the door of the class before he spoke.

“Uh wanna head to the dorms now?” He asked rubbing his undercut. You nodded and you both headed in that direction. The dorms weren’t on the same floor due to the gender-separated dorm system, but they were in the same building. The walk there was silent, it wasn’t as awkward as it would have been before but it was quiet. You finally decide to ask him another question as you enter the building.

“So why’d you not go to the University of Tokyo with Alina?” You said as you both stood at the beginning of the stairwell which would lead to different floors. He took a long pause before speaking.

“It’s gonna seem stupid but, it’s cause my father used to go here and… I don’t know I guess I wanted to carry on his legacy and make him proud.”

Right. You had heard that Satoru’s dad had sadly passed when he was still young and it affected him greatly. He didn’t like talking about it either. So it had to mean something for him to tell you about it.

“Yeah, I thought I wanted to go to the University of Tokyo because a bunch of my friends were going there like Alina and the rest, but, I thought about it and I wanted to come here again. Alina thinks she might transfer here next year, but I don’t think she will.

That made sense now. Satoru always wanted to come here for his dad but was temporarily persuaded by his friends to join them at the University of Tokyo. You were kind of glad that he came to this school. This felt like it could be the beginning of a friendship between the two of you, or something like that.

“Oh, that’s nice I guess.” You said holding on to the straps of your bags. “Well, I’m that way.” You said pointing to your dorm level.

“And I’m that way.” He said pointing to the level of his dorm. “I guess we'll see each other another time, bye Y/N.” He said heading up to his dorm. Maybe Satoru wasn’t so bad after all. He was just misunderstood by you, and Alina didn’t help with that image. He was pretty chill, you see why people wanted to be friends with him so bad.

August 21st 2017

You were woken up bright and early by a text message on your phone. It was six am and you were staring into the bright light of your phone. What stared back at you was a notification saying that Satoru had started following you on Instagram. Your eyes widened for a brief moment as you clicked on his profile skimming through the photos. He had a very active social life, there was no doubt about that.

He had a lot of photos of himself with friends, and family, and traveling to different places. He also had a lot of photos with Alina, who was tagged in each one. You clicked on her user and checked out her page. Half of her pictures were ones with Satoru. You blocked her before hitting the ‘follow’ button on Satoru’s profile. You put your phone down and went right back to sleep.

Later that morning you woke up and started getting ready when your phone dinged again. This time it was a DM from Satoru on Instagram. You opened it and read what he had said. “I was just looking through your profile and I didn’t know you liked manga. I have a big collection myself.” He said. You smiled at that because, under his popular boy image, he was just as much as much as a nerd as you.

“Yeah, I like reading One Piece, what about you?” You texted back as you resumed getting ready.

“Same!” He said. This brought another smile to your face.

After finally getting ready, you started walking onto campus with your friends but their conversations faded to the back as you thought about things with Satoru. Things were going great so far, and it indeed seemed like the beginning of a friendship.

“Yeah, there’s a party there tonight, wanna go? Y/N?” Ayaka tapped your shoulder and you snapped out of it. “What are you pondering about?” Ayaka asked.

“Nothing, what were you asking me?” You said brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“I was asking if you want to go to a party with me tonight! It’s for the freshman and like everyone is going. Ayaka said nudging your shoulder. You had other academic things to focus on that night so you declined.

“Nah that's ok, you guys have fun though.” You said as you pulled out your phone and checked for any DM’s. Nothing new from Satoru. You wonder if he’s going to the party, but then remember it’s Satoru, of course, he would be there with girls swarming all around him.

After classes that day, you went to a coffee shop on campus and did a little reading there. You were at the climax of the book when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You took out your headphones and turned around to see Satoru with some books in his hands.

“Can I sit here?” Here said with a few strands of his snow colored hair in his face. You nodded and he sat down. You took out your headphones and closed your book.

“So are you going to that freshman party thing tonight?” Satoru asked taking a sip of his expresso.

“No, it doesn’t really interest me.” You said playing with the rim of your novel. “Are you going?” You asked as you stared at him. You were tempted to move those strands of hair out of his face as you paid attention to him.

“Yeah, I figured it would be a chance to get, hang out with my friends, and meet new people,” Satoru said. “You should come though, you never came to one of the high school ones so the least you can do is come to college ones.”

You sighed. He was right about that, but did you actually want to go to a party tonight? No, that was the last thing you wanted to do. But he and your new friend group were all going too. Sure you didn’t really like parties but, it was college, it was time to step out of your comfort zone for a bit.

You hesitated. ‘I’ll… think about it.” Satoru smiled at your words.

“Great, so I’ll take that as a yes!” Satoru said taking another sip of his drink. He gave you a lemon muffin which he had bought for you at the front of the coffee shop. Lemon was your favorite flavor, so it was cute how he got you a lemon muffin most likely not even knowing.

After you and Satoru left the cafe you went your separate ways and you dashed up your dorms staircase. You went to your dorm and asked Ayaka for help on what to wear, how to do your makeup, hair all of that. She laughed a bit

“Y/N, It’s not a dinner date, it’s a college party, you don’t have to dress up so much. Just wear a tight short dress, leave your hair down, and a little makeup.” She said laughing at your frantic state of panic.

“Why did you change your mind? I thought you didn’t want to come.” Ayaka said as she put her hair in a bun and ate her instant ramen from the cup. You sighed.

“Well I didn’t but now someone I like is going and he wanted me to come so, I’m coming.” You said looking through your wardrobe for anything somewhat cute. Unfortunately, you didn’t own any tight dresses, so the best outfit you could put together was a short top and a skirt. Ayaka did a light amount of makeup for you and did your hair as well. You looked good, and it didn’t feel like you were being a fake either.

You and Ayaka walked to the party which wasn’t too long a walk. You met up with a few other friends too. Now you were standing in front of the door, the sound of loud music playing in the room.

“Are you guys ready for our first college party?” Ayaka said excitedly as she opened the door and you all entered.

It was loud and smelled of booze, there were a lot of people and you kept bumping into people. It was pretty overwhelming. The whole time you were looking for Satoru as your friends went off to grab some drinks. You had never been drunk before and you didn’t want to start doing stuff like that now. Instead, you took a seat in the kitchen where it was more quiet and people would occasionally come in and out for the alcohol.

You sat at the kitchen table suddenly regretting coming to this god-awful place. You’d much rather be cozy at your dorm reading a book or watching a movie, but here you were trying to step out of your comfort zone and do something new for a change. You decided you should probably just head back to the dorms and let your friends have fun. Right before you were about to leave the kitchen a guy with long black hair, ear piercings, and sweats on entered. He dug around the fridge which indicated he probably lived there with some other roommates. You got up about to leave before he stopped you.

“Hey, why are you leaving so soon?” He asked not batting an eye and pouring beer into a cup. It caught you off guard. Why did he care if you left, he looked like the type of guy to have a bunch of girls waiting for him.

“Uh, it’s not really my scene.” You said with an awkward chuckle. He closed the fridge and turned around to face you. That's when you got a good look at his face and he was hot.

“Want some?” He said holding out the red cup of beer. You politely declined before he took a seat across from you. “So if it’s not your scene, why’d you come in the first place?” He said staring at you as he started sipping some of his beer. You didn’t want to tell him that it was because of a boy, so you told him the partial truth.

“Because my friends are here and I wanted to check out the party.” You said as you sat back down. “What about you? Why are you here?” You said returning his question.

“Just came for the drinks and a few friends as well.” He said gulping down the rest of his beer. A moment of science passed before you got up.

“Well, I’m gonna head out now.” You said before you felt a strong grip on your shoulder. It was his.

“Wait, I just wanted to know your name.” He said putting his red cup on the table. You told him your name and he told you his name was Suguru.

“Have a good night.” He said walking back to the pile of drinks for his next one. You left the kitchen and navigated through the noisy party. Right before you left you heard a familiar voice call your name behind you. It was Satoru’s. You turned around and there he was with a red solo cup in his hand.

“I didn’t know if you’d come.” He said a little out of breath likely from chasing after you. “Here follow me, it’s too loud in here.” He muttered taking your hand and leading you somewhere. It was to the backyard where a few other people were, mostly the stoners. You two Sat down on the sofa and he smiled. “I’m glad you came, it was starting to get boring around here.” He said as he offered you his drink. You declined.

“Oh, I keep forgetting to ask you, can I have your number Y/N? It’s easier to text than DM on Instagram, you know?” He asked you. You were a little surprised but you gave it to him nonetheless.

“Great, now we can keep in contact.” He said as he smiled at you for the thousandth time that day. But that smile made you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach every time. “Uh so I stopped by a manga store after school and I got this one for you. I saw it was one of your favorite series and the latest volume just dropped. I hope you don’t already have it.” He said in a somewhat shy tone of voice as he rubbed the back of his head. You found it sweet that he had found one of your interests and bought it for you.

“No, actually I haven’t gotten the new volume, thanks!” You said giving him a small hug as you took the book. He smelled good was the main thing you noticed when you hugged him. Hugging him felt nice, and comforting. It was awkward when you stopped hugging and sat on opposite sides of the sofa. You tucked your hair behind your ear. It was clear Satoru was a little drunk but nothing too bad.

“Y/N, your confession didn’t mean nothing to me,” Satoru said suddenly breaking the silence. Confession? Right, you had almost forgotten that you had poured your feelings out to him before graduation because you thought he wasn’t coming to Kyoto, but now he’s here and it’s awkward.

Your eyes widened. “Oh.” That was all you managed to say as you locked eyes with him. You quickly looked down feeling the heat rush to your face. “Yeah about that-” He cut you off.

“And I think I like you too.”

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The Sick Man's Sunny Neighbor [soft yandere! yuushi totsumoto with fem! reader series] part three

warning: alternate universe [no paranormal stuff], aged-up!reader (in late twenties to early thirties), sunshine!reader, mention of trauma and gore, yuushi's dirty mind, mention of death.

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Hey guys and welcome back to another episode of The Sick Man's Sunny Neighbor! I would like to start off by thanking @thatstrangesheep for helping me finalize the outline for this chapter and to @pa1nrema1ns who not only beta-read it but singlehandedly rewrote it so that the clunky parts flowed, and provided information about certain medicines, including how an ICU in a hospital operated.

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Part Two

“-all your fault! You made me do this-”

Shcnk!

“-admired you! I was in love with you-”

Shcnk!

“You ungrateful bitch!”

Schnk!

“Uuuu-aaaaughhhh!”

A loud groan left your cracked lips as you attempted to scream for help. When the hoarseness of your voice prevented you from crying out, you made the split-second decision to defend yourself instead. You sluggishly raised your right arm to shield your body from the vicious onslaught of your assailant. However, you didn’t experience the sharp, searing pain of being stabbed as you had expected. Rather, someone had delicately clasped your upraised hand in their palms. You attempted to open your bleary eyes, hoping to understand your surroundings, but all you could see were blurry outlines and amorphous shapes. It seemed your vision had not yet returned. A soothing voice, so unlike the one from your nightmare, had addressed you. You couldn’t quite make out all the words–everything was just so hazy…

“-Okay. Everything is going to be okay. [Last Name]-san, can you hear me?”

At last, when your senses returned, the worried face of a young woman who couldn’t be much older than you met you. “Augh, unh.” you couldn’t even string together a coherent sentence. It appeared something had distorted your mind.

 “My name is Minako. I am your nurse, and right now, you’re in the hospital,” she explained slowly, as if she had all the time in the world. “You’ve been here in the ICU for the last two days,” Minako continued, “And right now, you’re recovering from a major surgery.”

Hospital? ICU!?! Surgery?!? So, someone attacked you? Someone had made an attempt on your life. But who could have…?

You had hoped to forget and never encounter again, but a face filled the forefront of your mind.

No. Not him. Anyone but him. H-he was no longer a part of your life. It can’t be. It can’t be. Itcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbeIcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbe!

Your heart rate elevated, and you gasped. Your chest felt tight, and your body shook. “Shit! Her heart rate is skyrocketing. Sera, please contact Sugiwara-sensei! She was only just weaned off sedation and ventilator support last night, but she’s very agitated. Get an IV ready, stat!”

You suddenly dry heaved all over the blankets and the front of your gown.The bitter taste of bile filled your mouth and did nothing to help with the waves of nausea rolling through your stomach or the embarrassment.

“Here, love,” Minako whispered sympathetically as she provided you with a  plastic sick bag. You wretched as she rubbed a comforting hand on your back and helped reposition you in a sitting position. When you had emptied the contents of your stomach, Minako lowered you onto your pillow and provided you with a Styrofoam cup of iced water.

The frigid water revitalized your parched throat. After several deep breaths, you were able to calm down enough to gain a more thorough understanding of your situation. Someone attacked you after getting off the train. Unbelievable; a chance late-night craving for ramen had almost been your undoing. It was laughable. Almost like the plot of some ludicrous comedy. However, the actors and actresses in these films always walked away; it was just a fun gig for them. An innocuous action had positioned you in harm’s way. And try as you might, you just couldn’t remember how it all happened.

Before you could get ensnared by troubling thoughts, another nurse, Sera, joined Minako. “I’m going to run you an IV of Zofran, a medication to help stop the nausea, okay?” she explained softly. You rasped a quiet thank you before shutting your eyes. You had only intended to keep them closed for only a little while, but you ended up tumbling into a deep, dreamless slumber. A knock on your door woke you up hours later.

“[Last Name]-san, it’s Sugiwara-sensei, your doctor. Your nurse informed me you weren’t feeling well earlier, so I came to follow-up with you. May I come in? You also have a guest who wishes to see you.”

A guest? You inhaled a deep, sobering breath before answering the person on the other side of the door.

“Please, come in.”

You looked awful; you really did. Your hair was a complete mess, with tousled strands sticking out in every direction. Face pallid and slick with perspiration. You looked utterly terrified and confused; a mere shell of the vibrant woman who had become such an important figure in his life. He couldn’t blame you after what you went through. Not wanting to make his visit even more intrusive, he tuned out the doctor’s questions she had for you. Patient confidentiality agreement and HIPAA laws, right? Even if he was listed as your emergency contact, accessing that kind of information without your consent would not be possible.

Once she was done, Sugiwara-sensei excused herself and left him alone with you. The silence that followed was awkward at best. At least until he remembered the shopping bag in his hand. Clearing his throat, he held it out to you.

“Here,” he said. “I picked up a few things you might like to read to pass the time.” You gazed at him, blinking owlishly before your mouth curled back into a tired, sweet grin.

“Oh, Totsumoto-san, you didn’t have to do this!” You looked through each book, eyes lighting up with interest as you examined the cover and then turned them over to read the back. He almost choked on his spit when your hands curled around the edges of the porno he bought.

Embarrassment scalded his face. Shit. Why didn’t he pull it out sooner? Oh, right? The doctor probably would have kicked him out if she saw it and assumed he was a shameless pervert. He is one, but come on! Worse yet, he didn’t even look inside the bag and just handed the whole thing! God, he’s a fucking idiot.

“Uh, I can explain -” He said, but your laughter cut him off as your eyes skimmed over the gaudy text and scantily clad gravure model. Yeah, he isn’t hallucinating. You were actually laughing, a full-on belly laugh, as if someone had just told you the funniest joke you had ever heard. Such a pretty sound, he thought suddenly. You really had a delightful laugh. When was the last time he got to hear it? God, he’d give anything to go back to the simple days of sharing your company while in the warmth and safety of a cozy apartment. Unfortunately, life has a rather nasty habit of placing people at the mercy of circumstance. Hell, he’s had more than his fair share of shitty curveballs being thrown his way. But attempted murder? Who?

Who would want to harm you? And more importantly, why did someone target you? Yuushi realizes for the first time, he really knows nothing about you.

He would have continued getting lost in his thoughts if your giggling hadn’t dissolved into gasping sobs; throat hiccuping, and tears streaming down your face. “T-this isn’t a dream, is it?” You hiccupped. Your face still bore a wistful smile as you cried, but it didn’t quite meet your eyes. “This all isn’t some crazy dream created from a late-night craving for ramen. It was real. Getting off the train, waking up here in this place. This is real.”

What is he supposed to say? What could he say? Man, he sucks at comforting people.

“I didn’t mean to give you that.” He said, pointing at the magazine that was now resting in your lap. “Unless you’re into it, no judgment here. I can always find another one. So, what happened on the trip?” He broached the subject carefully. “Did you get the promotion or Lisa-chan? Better yet, was the food on the train even good? I’ve had shit luck with them when I was a salaryman myself.”

His words made you cry even harder. Not wanting to get kicked out by the nurse, or worse yet, being banned from seeing you altogether by Sugiwara-sensei, he leaned over and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I fucked up. All I wanted to do was to see you, but I ended up making you upset instead. I’m a screwed-up guy.” He muttered the last part to himself. He is a burden wherever he goes. Even to the people he cares about, like a curse. And that belief became stronger when you withdrew. But instead of disentangling yourself from him, you smiled.

You were beaming at him? Why?

“You did nothing wrong.” You murmur, rubbing the heel of your palm against your eyes. “Your surprise was just a wake-up call. Not how I would like to start a new work week, but hey I’m alive, right? That’s something to be grateful for.” Even though your voice was soft and raspy, and you weren’t yelling at him for being a lecherous old man, he still noticed the slight tremor in your hands. So, Yuushi took a more direct approach with what he knew best about a member of a different sex: physical contact. He gently wiped the burgeoning tears from your eyes using his thumbs. Feeling the rough, calloused skin against your cheeks was soothing and grounded you. He then wrapped his arms around your back and embraced again, this time much more closely. You buried your face in the dip of his neck and allowed the musky scent of his cheap cologne to flood your senses.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He said in a hushed tone. “I’m not going anywhere. Take all the time you need to let it out, yeah?” You wept as Yuushi held you and stroked your hair. You may have felt safe in his arms, but he was ashamed of himself. Yuushi was a red-blooded man, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t given you the up-down when he first met you all those months ago. You were an attractive woman; kind, intelligent, and hardworking. He couldn’t be more different or ill-suited for you, he thought.

Before he became involved with you, Yuushi was just another aimless, worthless asshole who pissed away what little income he brought in on call girls and pachinko machines. The carnal pleasures he sought served as little more than a brief respite when the constant sting of failure became all too much to bear. He was trying to console you he was, but all he could focus on was your body; the soft swell of your breasts against his chest, the puff of your hot breath against his neck, and the plushness of your cheeks as he brushed away your tears. In your distressed state, your hospital gown had also ridden up, giving him an ample view of your shapely thighs.

Fuck. He hasn’t been this intimate with a woman in months –

Idiot. You perverted, fucking idiot. He berated himself with disgust. He selfishly reveled in his twisted fantasies while you were left exposed and defenseless. And why did having you cling to him so desperately send such a chill down his spine?

He was an incredibly sick man for taking advantage of you like this.

When the tears finally stopped and you had calmed down enough to collect your bearings, you were both interrupted by the loud gurgling of your stomach. You pulled your face from his neck and flushed a bright shade of vermillion. Yuushi couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Cute. He mused.

“You must be hungry, huh?” he asked. That’s right, you hadn’t eaten since the night of the incident. In fact, you hadn’t been able to eat for most of the time you were at the hospital because of the severity of your injuries. An intravenous dextrose solution administered through your arm had delivered the primary source of your nutrition. 

“Your nurse mentioned you had received the clearance to eat again, and I noticed a breakfast tray by your sink. Gotta be cold by now.” He stated matter-of-factly. “How about I grab you something from the cafeteria? Maybe not ramen this time, though.”

Ugh, what a dumb joke. He only hoped he wasn’t bringing up a bad memo-

You snorted before gazing fondly at him. “Thank you, Tostumoto-san, for coming to see me.” The smile you bore this time was genuine, and damn, was it beautiful. “I was so scared, so lonely. I don’t know if I would have been able to stay sane here without you.” His tired, deep-set eyes locked with your own, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’m just a phone call away, sweetheart. I can’t make any promises, but I can at least be a shoulder to lean on when you need it.”

After a few more heartfelt words, the nursing staff guided Yuushi to the hospital cafeteria where he bought lunch for the two of you. Once back in your room, he attempted to restore some semblance of normalcy by sharing how work and life had been going for him while you both ate. He only intended to stay for a few hours, but before he knew it, the sky had become enveloped by hues of gold and amber as dusk settled in. Yuushi eventually left, but not before sharing plans of returning the next day after his shift had ended.

Yuushi sighed, walking through the hospital’s sliding doors. Talk about a crazy day. He suspected there might be some trauma after what happened to you, but not to this extent. Shit. Is he gonna have to do some online research? Would that even do any good? Would the doctor know some psychiatrist or therapist she’d recommend? Maybe it would be better if you got professional help instead of relying on a dirty old man like him for advice or solace. 

“Totsumoto-san?”

He blinked. Huh? He glanced over his shoulder and saw a couple standing behind him; the man, possibly in his early to late twenties, wore a dark suit and tie. His mouth was pursed into a tight, annoyed frown, as if he would rather be anywhere else in the world than being on this street near a sick fucker like him. The tiny woman was his complete opposite, blue eyes wide and curious behind a pair of red-rimmed glasses. Her jet-black hair hung from her neck in a trimmed bob, and she wore different shades of pink with a black overcoat and matching trousers. On her feet were flats, and on her left shoulder was a beaded black purse. A black cat and a ball of sunshine. Just like how the two of you used to be. 

“Can I help you?” He asked, surprising himself with how calm and even his voice sounded. Totally not nervous out of his hand as evident with his sweaty hands and his heart pounding against his ribcage.  Is he already breaking the law? Damn, maybe he’ll lose his construction job after all from skipping out to see you. 

The man pulled out a badge from his pants pocket. “I’m Detective Agathsuma. And this is -”

“An observer!” The woman chirped. “An outside observer who is just here to see how the police works! Oh, you’re [Last Name]-san’s emergency contact! I thought I recognized that scruffy photo from the file! And those eyebags! Goodness, you must put in a lot of hours at your construction job!”

“Kimura-san, you are an observer, not an investigator, which means you aren’t supposed to be snooping around police files on ongoing investigations without my knowledge or the captain’s.” The man growled. Yuushi could practically hear his molars grinding against each other in irritation. His older companion gave him a pout. 

“I didn’t read the entire thing. You don’t need a police file to know what he does for a living, silly! Look at his hands!” She pointed. 

“His hands?” 

“Do you know any other occupation in Japan besides a construction job that requires handling heavy machinery, team safety, and long hours in the sweltering heat?” She asked drily. “You don’t get callouses like he has by working in an air-conditioned office.” She looked back at him, smiling apologetically. “Sorry. I tend to babble a lot.”

Yuushi smiled weakly. “You’re fine, Kimura-san.” He said, trying to not internally freak out that someone knows what he did for a living just by looking at his hands. “So?” 

“So?” Kimura-san repeated, tilting her head to one side in confusion that made his heart twist in sorrow. Shit. Is it weird of him to think that you could be this bubbly and bright, in so many years down the road? Is it even possible for you to be like this again, after what you went through? He swallowed the lump lodged in his throat, then licked his mouth nervously.

“Well, you know who I am and probably why I’m at the hospital.” He nodded towards Detective Agathsuma. “I assume you have some questions for me about [Last Name]-san?” Kimura-san stared at him, then back at her partner with a big smile.

“He’s smart. I like him. Let’s have some tea!”

“Kimura-san!”

“What? There’s nothing better to enjoy your evening than a cup of tea as we ask this nice young man some questions about his friend! A cafe is so much nicer than an interrogation room. Oh, don’t worry, you aren’t in any trouble.” She patted his hand with her gloved one. “We just want to talk.”

Yuushi didn’t know why but Kimura-san’s words convinced him to follow her and Agathsuma-san to a corner booth in the back of a cozy cafe about two streets over. Jazz music played overhead while servers poured piping hot beverages for clients and spoons tinkled against porcelain cups. Both Yuushi and Agathsuma-san ordered coffee while Kimura-san helped herself to some chamomile tea. After a languid sip, she addressed Yuushi in a sweet, semi serious voice. The kind of pitch that reminded him of a grandmother who knows what is going on and doesn’t need to raise her voice to get the answers she wants. “Totsumoto-san, how long have you known [Last Name]-san, exactly? Or off the top of your head?” She asked.

Yuushi shrugged. “Six, maybe seven months. Nine actually. We live in the same apartment building.”

“And you’ve never seen anyone come or leave her place of residence?”

“No. She’s always lived alone. We hang out once a week for dinner, but that’s it.”

“Does she work from home?” Agathsuma-san asked. 

Yuushi took another swing of his coffee before he replied, “No. She works for a software company as a temp worker. Well, she used to. She told me today that she made the cut to be a permanent employee in HR instead of the popular runner-up. Whether or not it’ll stick is another question entirely after….what happened to her. Did you speak to her boss? Co-workers?”

“We did, and they’ve all said your friend is hardworking, patient, and kind.” Kimura-san said. “Seems like she really had no enemies to speak of or had a grudge against anyone. She kept to herself mostly, never went home the same way though.”

Yuushi blinked. “Pardon?” 

“She always took a different route back to the apartment complex where you two lived together, on separate floors. Was there any special reason why she did this? From what we’ve seen in our little walk around the neighborhood,” She waved a hand back and forth, from here to Agathsuma-san. “The most criminal activity that’s happened in the last fifty years has been shoplifting at a convenience store, and a woman suspected of murdering her husband, but it turned out he died from cardiac arrest.  Caused by enjoying sex a little too much. Did [Last Name]-san confide in you about any personal problems she might have been going through up until her…assault?” Kimura-san whispered the last part softly, leaning close so that only he and her partner could hear.

“N-No.” He sputtered. “But I did find it weird that I was her emergency contact instead of, y’know, a family member.”

“That’s another thing we can’t figure out either, Totsumoto-san,” Agathsuma-san grumbled, reclining back against the booth. “We did look for any relatives to contact before we decided to pay a visit to your workplace, but [Last Name] [First Name] had been part of a family registry up until ten years ago. We found a phone number belonging to a potential parent, contacted it, and they denied the existence of said person before hanging up on us.”

Yuushi’s heart dropped. “What?”

“And it only gets stranger from there. Ten months ago, [Last Name]-san had lived in another apartment, a great security system, and total privacy if you’re willing to pay an arm and a leg to live there. Then all of a sudden, she left and paid the hefty fee to stop paying a yearly lease. Records have shown that she had filed reports for stalking and asked numerous times for help. She had the evidence to prove she wasn’t imagining things, but no suspect was found. Local police disregarded the matter entirely.” The detective looked him straight in the eye. “And now, she’s in a hospital after barely surviving a brutal stabbing from behind at a train station. If that doesn’t strike you as odd, then I don’t know what the hell will.”

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Genuienly what the actual fuck is wrong with JJK fans, if you dont know a few days ago i posted this post and I have apparently copied someone elses smau and have been send threats over it (only in my inbox, luckly not the comments):

So i'm gonna tell you this:

1. I got this as a REQUEST, it was not my idea to being with and heres where I answered the ask, there are many smau creators on this app, i am not going to check every single one to make sure they haven’t done that prompt

2. I have @/nanaslutt blocked just because shes an adult that has MDNI on her blog and i am in fact a MINOR, I am the type of person who would accidently like a post while scrolling thro the tags, so like i do with most mdni blogs i see i blocked her and I just never think about those blogs again

3. Unless i used the exact same phrasing in my messages and characters as miss nana (which i wouldnt be able to know since i would rather not go and see the post because she has MDNI and i want to respect her bouderies), then i really wouldn’t call it “stealing” like so many people say in my inbox have

This is nothing against miss nana. So yeah thats it, thank you for listening to my rant

DILF NEXT DOOR?

your neighbor is simply too hot to resist. he’s helped you out countless times, always there to fix your car or leaky sink. he also has a giant cock. <3

pairing: toji x fem! reader contents: nsfw, smut, age gap, size kink, breeding kink (more specified in the description of each fic). note: each fic/drabble can be read on it’s own and are not necessarily connected. this is shameless smut, oops.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

INTRO: SINGLE DILF NEXT DOOR!

your friends will never let you hear the end of it if they find out you’re fucking your neighbor. but you just can’t help it.

contents: size kink, breeding kink, creampies

TOJI TAKING YOU TO HIS FAVORITE BAR

going out with toji is fun! but you should know better than to wear his favorite skirt, silly girl.

contents: semi-public, size kink, creampie

FRIENDS WHO SUCK DICK TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER FEAT. SATORU GOJO

it’s so nice when toji is able to pick you up from frat parties! especially when he agrees to pick up your friends too!

contents: threesome, piv, oral (m! receiving)

MEETING TOJI’S BEST FRIEND COWORKER FEAT. SHIU KONG

apparently shiu has just been dying to meet you! you should show him how what a good girl you are. <3

contents: threesome, double penetration, praise

HE SUSPECTS YOU MIGHT HAVE A DADDY KINK

he just can’t ignore the way a certain word spilled from your lips when he fucked you dumb… he has to make you say it again.

contents: daddy kink, overstimulation, dumbification

PUNISHMENT

unfortunately, brats can’t always be spoiled. :(

contents: degradation, thigh fucking, dacryphilia

HE LOVES YOUR TITS

you have to let him fuck them.

contents: body worship, praise, titty fucking

TOJI ALWAYS TAKES CARE OF YOU

always helping you in positions, holding up up when your knees buckle and arms give out. even when you’re on top, he’s still the one in charge. <3

contents: manhandling, overstimulation, size kink

PART ONE: HELPING YOU STUDY

you have an important exam coming up! and toji has just the perfect reward system to keep you focused.

contents: cockwarming, praise, dumbification

PART TWO: HELPING YOU SLEEP THE NIGHT BEFORE YOUR EXAM

you have so many nerves, tossing and turning in your bed. eventually you give in and knock on your neighbors door.

contents: somnophilia, overstimulation, praise

PART THREE: REWARDING YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK

you passed! of course, you go straight to toji, beaming with pride. <3

contents: cunnilingus, praise, daddy kink

last updated 5 december 2024

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