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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months

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Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's guide to babysitting) introducing his baker girlfriend to Yaeka and everyone being shocked he even has a girlfriend in the first place?

Kirishima Toru + Secret Baker Girlfriend

It had been a nice day outside, so Kirishima, Yaeka, and Sugihara went to the park. Yaeka’s friends had other plans. So she had to make due with the older men to play with for the afternoon.

“Hey, why don’t we get some bread for home?” Kirishima asked as they were heading back to the estate after they were all worn out from playing. Yaeka nodded maturely, while Sugihara yelped enthusiastically like a child.

They walk into the bakery and were greeted by a soft chime over the door & warm response from a woman behind the counter. “Hello! Welcome in! Oh, Kirishima-kun. I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“Kirishima-kun?” Sugihara asked suspiciously. To which Kirishima glared at him a little.

“You must be Sugihara. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

“How do you know about me?” His suspicions getting higher.

“Oh, I’m Kirishima’s girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND?!” Sugihara exclaimed animatedly. His face completely shocked. “You have a girlfriend Kirishima?! How long have you had a girlfriend?!”

“I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug, “two years?”

“Two years?!”

Sugihara continued in his spiral of shock and questions, while [Y/N] walked around from behind the counter and knelt down in from of Yaeka. “You must be Yaeka. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yaeka took her hand when offered and shook it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Kirishima talks about you all the time when he comes by. He says you’re a very smart, kind, good natured young lady.” Yaeka’s face turned bright red at the compliment. “He also told me you like cats.” She perked up at the mention of cats.

[Y/N] went back around the counter and pulled out a cat shaped black & white cookie and gave it to Yaeka. “Here you go. They’re usually really popular, so I hope you like them. On the house.”

“We have money you know.” Kirishima butt in. Further ignoring Sugihara and his annoying interrogation.

“I never said you didn’t, and I assume you’re going to buy something else.” [Y/N] gave him a light tap in the shoulder; to which Sugihara went completely gobsmacked over. “The usual?”

Kirishima nodded and [Y/N] when about picking out his order. “Kirishima?” He looked down at Yaeka, who looked up at him with questioning eyes. “Why didn’t you ever mention you had a girlfriend?”

“I guess I didn’t think it was anyone’s business.” He said with a shrug.

He loved his yakuza family, but he was also a very private person. It was also hard to bring in outsiders to the family. It worked out for Sakuragi-san and his wife, but those instances were rare. Separate was best for now. Not that he was ashamed of their side of the conversation.

“Here you go! Two loaves of bread, one white and one rye, a dozen assorted muffins, and one brownie.”

“Wait, this is where the Friday muffins come from?” Sugihara asked. Finally calming down and putting the pieces together.

“Yeah. You didn’t think I was making them, did you?” Kirishima asked as he took the bag and handed it to him.

“Well…no….” Sugihara was so confused he didn’t know what to think. “They’re really good by the way.”

“Thanks!” [Y/N] replied with a smile and Sugihara blushed. Up until the point that Kirishima stepped on his foot.

“Tell Sakuragi-san that we’ll mango castella cake back in next week if he’s interested. I can set aside a batch from him if you text me.”

“Papa likes mango cake?” Yaeka asked. Eyes bright with a new realization about her father.

[Y/N] chuckled and told Yaeka, “only mine,” with a wink.

They say goodbye and the trio head back home. “I like your girlfriend Kirishima-san.”

“Yeah. I like her too.”

“I still can’t believe you got a girlfriend before me.” Sugihara muttered, before he howled out loud when Kirishima stepped on his foot again.

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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Could I request Toru Kirishima's s/o seeing his tattoos for the first time and getting inspiration for her art from it?

“Take your shirt off.”

Toru stopped dead in the middle of what he was doing for a second, then returned to it with a cheeky grin. “[Y/N]-chan, not here in the middle of work…”

“It’s not for that.” They replied with a stern look. Which in turn deflated Toru’s expression because this wasn’t going to be as fun as he wanted. “I want to see your tattoos.”

His expression perked up again, this time in surprise, at their request. No one, or at least no sane person, asked to see a yakuza’s tattoos. “Why do you want to see them?”

“I’m working on a series based on Sakuragi family tattoos. You’re the only one besides Ryota who has a decent one.” They explain as they opened up their sketch pad to get ready.

But Toru felt uncomfortable.

“I don’t think the boss would go for that. He doesn’t like our tattoos on display.” The boss’s rules were simple: you had to get them, and they had to be able to be covered. Toru had already been pushing the line with his arm & wrist tattoos. Discretion was the better part of valor for the boss and he needed soldiers who could blend in when he needed them to.

“I already cleared it with him. He said it was fine.” Shit. “He said as long as I don’t copy the actual tattoos, and use them just for inspiration, and don’t use anyone’s names, I could do it. Now take your shirt off.”

He felt backed into a rock & a hard place, but if the boss said ok Toru didn’t really have a means to refuse them. So he took his shirt off.

Standing there, with his back towards them for a while in silence, Toru finally spoke up, “you’re not doing the whole piece now are you? I’ll have to pick up the little lady from school soon.”

“I’m just working on a rough sketch. And it’s only been 5 minutes.” Toru sighed. “Did they hurt?” They then asked him. Seemingly out of the blue. “When you got them?”

“As much as when my ribs got broken by that baseball bat? No.” He told them. “But…yes, they hurt.”

“Why do it then?”

Toru had to think about it for a minute, over the sound of their pencil scrapping. Sure, the boss and families usually require it when you joined. But it wasn’t just that. “I wanted to belong.”

There were a few more moments of pencil scratching before [Y/N] announced, “I’m done. You can put your shirt back on now.”

“Why do I suddenly feel so dirty?”

[Y/N] chuckled as they came over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek while he buttoned his shirt. “Your support of the arts is appreciated. I’ll see you later.”

“I don’t even get to see it?” He asked incredulously.

“You can see it when it’s done.” They told him. “Just like everyone else.”

“I thought being the boyfriend of the artist got you perks.”

“It does.” They told him. “Your canvas gets to be bigger.” They kissed him again and then were off.

Toru didn’t see them for a while after that, but that was pretty normal. When they were working on their art they would disappear for days on end working on whatever project they had envisioned. Finally, one day, he got a call that the piece were ready and that they were going to do a small show at a local gallery and invited everyone to attend.

Everyone, of course, couldn’t come (that would be a little excessive for the small space) but Toru, Sugihara, and the boss all came to see what [Y/N] had been up to. They were right. His canvas was bigger.

“What do you think?” They asked. Slinking up beside him, like they were any other patron and not the artist.

“I don’t get it.” He answered honestly. “But then again I’m not an art buff.”

[Y/N] snickered at him. “You really don’t have any opinion?”

Toru stared at the painting some more. A large, black dragon. Imposing, intimidating, wailing with its jaws open at the sky in terror perched on a mountain. But then, at its tail, it looked at this it had been ensnared with sakura branches. Delicate, yet strong. The pink flowers a stark contrast to the bleak sky. The parts of its tail it had bound to slowly turning it white. “I like the flowers at the bottom.”

[Y/N] laughed again. “Always the direct one, eh?”

“How much is it?”

“I’m selling it to people who can actually pay me.”

“I can pay you.” Toru snarked back.

“I wouldn’t take your money.”

Toru huffed. “So my skin is good enough for you, but not my money?” Some of the more upper crust patrons gave them funny looks at their conversation.

“Do you really want the painting Toru?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll give you the original one.” They told him. “This is a duplicate. I always planned on giving the original to you, if you wanted it. I just didn’t think you’d be so up in arms about it.”

“I’m not ‘up in arms’.” He argued. “I just like the painting.”

“Then you should have it.” They agreed. Giving him a smile and squeezing his hand. “I have to go talk to some other people with money now. Don’t run off without saying goodbye.” Toru nodded and went back to staring at art and sipping his drink.

What was that old saying? He may not know art, but he knew what he liked?

“Do you think [Y/N] would be mad if I took this off the wall now?” He asked Sugihara when they were alone. To which Sugihara told him emphatically yes, but he still considered it.

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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Toru kirishima x reader

Toru Kirishima x reader + suits

“Yaeka-chan, don’t you think it’s time for bed?”

The tiny red head shook her head. Continuing to draw her fourth picture of the evening. “Nm-hm. Not until Daddy and Kirshima get back.”

You giggle a little as that had been her same answer for the past hour.

It wasn’t often that you had to babysit Yaeka in Kirishima’s place. It was rare that his attentions needed to be taken away from his primary duties as her guardian. But, every now & then, Kirishima had to fulfill his duties as first lieutenant of the Sakuragi family. It must have been something important to pull both him and Sugihara away for the evening with their master. Of course, they didn’t tell you what the something was; just that they would be back later and hope that this wasn’t too much trouble.

It wasn’t, as Yaeka was a very good girl. In fact her only complaint of the evening was refusing to go to bed while she waited up for her father and friends. She’d already bathed, ate her dinner and vegetables, done her homework, brushed her hair. It was clear she was ready to go to bed the second they got home, but not a minute before.

You honestly couldn’t say no to her with how persistent she was being and that adorable, serious pout as the men in her life kept her waiting.

The distant sound of the front door opening & closing peeked Yaeka’s interest immediately, and she listened for a moment before shuffling up and bolting out of her room. “Oh? I guess their back.” You muse to yourself as you get up and follow after her; at a much more adult appropriate pace.

“Welcome back Daddy! Kirishima!”

“Yaeka? What are you still doing up?” Sakuragi-san asked. Nearly drowned out by Sugihara’s whines of ‘I’m here too!’.

“She wanted to wait up for you all to come home.” You reply, as you come up behind Yaeka and put your hand on her head. “Apologies. I know it’s a little past her bed time, but since it wasn’t a school night I thought it wouldn’t do any harm.”

Sakuragi-san seemed to ponder this for a moment before he nodded once in approval. It was done now. Plus, you could tell he was stoically excited to see his daughter before she went off to bed as well.

“Yaeka-chan! Yaeka-chan! Look! I got you some yummy cakes from the reception. They were really tasty, so I wanted you to have some!” Sugihara exclaimed. Inserting himself into the conversation and offer the box (and his love) to the young lady.

“She can have cakes tomorrow.” Sakuragi-san announced. Deflating Sugihara’s spirit and attempt to win Yaeka over. “Right now it’s time for bed. Come on Yaeka. I’ll tuck you in.”

The little girl beamed and took her father’s hand as he walked her back to her room for bed. It was an incredibly touching scene.

You turn back around to find Sugihara gone (probably off to put his rebuked cakes in the fridge for tomorrow) and you alone with Kirishima. “Thanks for watching her. I’m sure it’s not how you wanted to spend your evening.”

“Don’t…” You stammer out as you feel your face flush. “Don’t mention it…”

“What’s the matter?” Kirishima asked. Eyebrows jutting up over his glasses curiously. “You’re acting weird.”

“N-Nothing!” You lie horribly, but apparently Kirishima wasn’t going to stop staring at you until you told him what was up. “You…it’s just I’ve never seen you in a suit before.” His eyebrows jutted up higher, with a confused ‘hn?’. “You look….nice.”

The blunette seemed taken aback for a moment, before he smirked in typical Kirishima way. “You think I look nice hn?” You growl lightly, and bat Kirishima away as he leaned in teasingly at you. “Well, maybe I’ll wear this next time we go out. I have to thank you for watching the little lady after all.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” You tell him. Cheeks still pink.

“Maybe I want to.” You can feel your pink cheeks getting even redder with that smirk pointed towards you. “Let me walk you to the train station. We’ll talk about where we want to go on the way.” He opened the door for you and walked you to the station, just as he promised.

You kept glancing over at him, with that tint on your cheeks, and Kirishima kept teasing that if he knew his suits had this much of an affect on you, he’d have to wear them more often.

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 months

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Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) getting a massage from his s/o that's so relaxing that he ends up falling asleep?

He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep until he woke up. His head in their lap, the sun setting around them, his legs asleep as well.

Kirishima sat up and rubbed his eyes. Realizing that his glasses were missing too. “How long was I out for?”

“A bit,” [Y/N] told him. Handing him his glasses as if they could read his mind that he was looking for them.

Kirishima took them and put them back on. When they offered to rub his head, he didn’t think he’d fall asleep. He was a grown man. A yakuza even. Who falls asleep just from head pats? “Where’s Yakea? She’s not waiting for me, is she?”

“No. She went over to Sara’s to play. She should be back soon.”

Since it was just next door, and the family was close with the Sakuragis now, she didn’t need an escort. Still Kirishima felt that he had abandoned his duties for a nap. “You should have woken me up.”

“Maybe but….you seemed so tired. I thought it was best for you to rest.”

“And you’ve just been sitting here the whole time?”

They chuckled at him. “Well, I was a little stuck.” He suddenly remembers a time, long ago, when Yaeka was just a baby and fell asleep on him. Kirishima hadn’t dared to move as well, so he felt a little bad.

“Sorry you wasted your afternoon then. Because of me.”

[Y/N] chuckled again and scooted closer to him. “I wouldn’t call it a ‘waste’. Spending any time with you is never a waste. Plus, I like that you feel so comfortable with me that you’d just…fall asleep.”

He supposed that was true. Kirishima rarely slept before. Always keyed up from a fight, or waiting for a fight, or thinking about a fight. Now, watching over Yaeka and being with [Y/N], he felt more relaxed than he had been in his whole life.

“Well, next time I’ll give you the head rubs. Or a back rub.”

“Oh?” [Y/N] asked in amused surprise. “You’d be willing to give me a massage? Are you any good?”

“These hands aren’t just for beating up goons you know.” Kirishima said, flexing his digits. “They’re really strong.”

They laughed. “Well, I’ll have to take you up on that offer sometime. Want to go pick up Yaeka now? We can take her and Sara of ice cream maybe too.”

Kirishima nodded and stood up. His legs still a little numb but getting back their feeling. Despite that, the rest of his body felt better. Lighter, even. Maybe he did need to relax. Or maybe it was just [Y/N].

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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Toru Kirishima x female reader

***Loosely based on episode 10-11/Chapters 28-31 so SPOILERS. Read at your own risk.***

It was nearly 2:00 am when your cellphone rang, and you knew it had to be urgent. No one would call you at two in the morning if it wasn’t urgent.

You saw Sugihara’s name on the screen and quickly answered. He apologized for waking you, and assured you everything was fine, but you needed to come to the hospital. That instantly put you into the vein of everything was not fine and you rush to get out of your pjs and into some kind of clothes before you rush out of the house.

Fuyutsuki hospital was not far from your apartment, so you were able to get there within the hour. You rush up to the floor Sugihara had told you, and saw him and Sakuragi-san in the hallway. “Where’s Yaeka?? Is Toru ok?”

“She’s fine. Everyone is fine.” Sugihara assured, putting his hands up in an attempt to calm you down. “Toru just got back. He….well…he was out of it for a bit, but he’s back now.”

You poke your head into the room to see Krishima there. Slumped in an uncomfortable position on Yaeka’s bed. Covered in blood and gods know what else. You have to assume that none of it’s his, otherwise Sugihara wouldn’t be so calm, but you also don’t want to know where he was ‘out’ at to get that way.

“Take him home.” Your attention turned towards the calm, even timber of Sakuragi-san. Stoic as ever in the face of this crisis. “He can’t stay here looking like this. It’ll just cause trouble as someone is bound to notice a blood-soaked man roaming the halls. I can’t have him arrested, or disturbing Yaeka, because of anymore of his antics this evening.”

He did have a very valid point. However, “he’s not going to want to leave Yaeka-chan.”

“I don’t care what he wants.” Both you and Sugihara flinch on Toru’s behalf; since he was still asleep. “Get him out of here for the night. Don’t take him back to the estate. He can come back tomorrow when he’s cleaned up and ready to present himself.” It sounded harsher than it was. If Toru was really in trouble, Sakuragi-san wouldn’t allow him to set foot in the hospital or estate or Japan ever again. But he’s not happy. And Toru did need to be punished.

You slowly enter the room and carefully place your hand on Krishima’s shoulder. Trying to wake him. It took a bit, and you were afraid that he might lash out if you shook him too hard. Whether it was because he was so tired, or some subconscious recognition that it was you, Krishima eventually lifted his head to look at you. He seemed confused. His expression that of someone who wasn’t sure he was still dreaming.

“Toru, we need to leave.” You tell him quietly; partly to not disturb Yaeka and part to soothe him into accepting what you were saying. “You’re gonna come home with me, ok?”

The young man seemed to process what you were saying as his eyes went wide. He then turned to his leader, but the stern man’s gaze cut off any protest before it started, and he turned his head down in shame like a whipped dog before he stood up to follow up.

Sugihara let you borrow the car, as there was no way Krishima was going to get on public transportation without being noticed. And he was too dead on his feet to walk. The entire drive he sat slumped into the passenger seat. His head resting against the glass as stared out like a zombie. It made you worried. Krishima was always so lively, and you had never seen him this way before.

You arrive back at your building and the yakuza continued to follow you on autopilot into your apartment. “I’ll uh….why don’t you take a shower and I’ll try to get you some clothes.” What he was wearing would have to be thrown out (or burned) with all the blood on them. You’d have to get Sugihara to bring him some new clothes in the morning, but for now he could maybe fit into some sweats or something.

Krishima didn’t seem to care as he was already turning towards your bathroom after you spoke. Stripping along the way as he dropped his shirt, his belt, his pants, and finally his briefs down the hall until he reached the bathroom and you heard the shower kick on.

A heavy sigh escaped you. Not even realizing you had been holding the breath in, for what felt like since you had gotten the call. This was all still very new to you. You had only met Kirishima, Yaeka, and the others a few months ago. And while they were all very nice, it was clear they wanted to keep the underworld portion of their lives away from you and civilians. You had never met ‘Kirishima the Demon’. You had only ever met ‘Kirishima the babysitter’.

Busying yourself with finding him some clothes, you move on to busying yourself with making some tea and something small to eat for Kirishima. You doubt he’d taken the time to eat during his….episode. Honestly, you didn’t know what to do, but tea and biscuits always seemed to help awkward situations.

You had just finished pouring the hot water into the tea pot when you felt a set of arms wrap around you. You gasp. Not expecting it. The cool dampness of Kirishima’s body against your back as his wet hair dripped on your shoulder. “T…Toru…?”

“She hates me.” You stiffen at his words. Wondering who he could possibly be thinking of. “Yaeka hates me.”

“No she doesn’t!” You insist. Gripping Kirishima’s arm as they were wrapped too tightly around you for you to turn around and say it to his face. “Yaeka loves you. I heard she was so upset when you were away.”

“She will hate me.” He corrected. “She’ll realize that I’m a monster. That I’m not the good person she thinks I am. She’ll see the real me and I won’t be able to go back to her side. Everyone realizes I’m a bad person, in the end.”

“Toru…” you were finally able to turn around and your train of thought stopped when you saw him.

There Kirishima was. Naked, except for a small towel around his waist, and still wet from his shower. His eyes unhindered by his glasses, and looking a lot more sunken in than you remembered. His limbs scrawny in comparison to the impact they had been known to hold.

But none of that was really what made your thoughts stop. It was his tattoos.

You knew he had tattoos, of course, but you had never seen them before. The small chains on his wrist seemed pale in comparison to the long, large coils of black up his arms & chest. You assume they go down his back as well. This large patchwork of canvas he had created on his body. The physical embodiment that he was Kirishima the Yakuza. Kirishima the Sakuragi Slayer. Kirishima….who was still standing there in your kitchen literally & metaphorically bare, waiting for your answer.

“Toru, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. And neither will Yaeka. I know you have a past. And I know what you did tonight….I don’t want to know about and you can’t talk about, but I could never hate you. Deep down, past all this, you’re a good person. That’s the person Yaeka sees. That’s the person I see too. So please don’t say things like that. Or I really will hate you.”

Kirishima scoffed out a laugh at your stern joke. Then another. Then another. Then it morphed into a clutched sound as he seemed to be holding back tears, and reached out to pull you in close again. This time from the front where you can wrap your arms around him.

“It’s ok. It’s alright now. Do you want some tea? I didn’t know if you wanted anything so….” Toru shook his head against your shoulder to stop you from floundering and squeezed you a little tighter. A slight response to let you know that you were all he needed right now. And you were happy to be there for him.

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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months

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May I request Kirishima (Yakuza's guide to babysitting) with a female s/o who comes from a long line of blacksmiths but everyone underestimates her because she's so cute and sweet?

It was a hot one today.

Kirishima hated summer. It was always humid. His clothes stuck to him. There never seemed to be enough fans & air conditioning to go around. His only solace right now was this popsicle he had while waiting for Yaeka to come back from the bathroom.

“Hey Kirishima!”

The yakuza looked up with a dull ‘hn’ at the sound of his name. Frozen treat between his lips. “Oh, hey [Y/N],” he greeted. Voice muffled because he wouldn’t let the treat go. “What are you doing here?”

“Sakuragi-san asked me to come by with his new order.” She jostled her shoulder to signify the wrapped package on her back. “Turned out nice. Wanna see it?”

“I’m sure I’ll see it later.” Kirishima replied. Voice clear now that he finally let the popsicle go.

The soft footsteps of Yaeka could be heard coming down the hall. Her sweet face poking out just moments later. “Kirishima?”

“Yaeka, this is [Y/N]. She works for the family.”

“Sort of,” [Y/N] clarified with a chuckle. “Nice to meet you,” she added as she bent forward to shake Yaeka’s hand, “I’m the Sakuragi family Katana-kaji.”

“Katana-kaji?”

“A person who makes swords.”

Yaeka’s eye lit up a little at the explanation. Seeming excited to learn a new word and something you could go. “Girls can make swords?”

“This one can!” [Y/N] replied with a wink. “My family has been doing it for generations. Our smithing dates back all the way to the Edo period.”

“That’s a really long time.” Kirishima explained as he handed Yaeka back her own popsicle he had been holding for her.

“You should see if your dad will let you watch the show. Part of the presentation ceremony is a demo of its skill. It’s pretty neat.”

“Daddy’s gonna play with a sword?”

“Nope! Me!”

Yaeka seemed skeptical, but [Y/N] just grinned at her. “I should probably go see Sakuragi-san. Kirishima, you’re gonna stop by though right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

[Y/N] then headed off into the house to find it’s master and get ready. “Can she really use a sword Kirishima?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” He told her.

An hour later, they were all gathered in the formal garden for the demonstration. Sakuragi-san, Kirshima, Yaeka, and Sugihara for some reason. Probably his perpetual fear of missing out. It was relatively quiet as they waited for the demonstration to start, then [Y/N] stepped into the garden. They had changed from modern attire into traditional garb. Basic, compared to what Sakuragi wore. Functional. Her hair was up now and her entire demeanor different from the woman seen before. She wasn’t just [Y/N] now. She was [Y/N] the Katana-kaji.”

Stepping out in front of a display of wood logs, [Y/N] bowed once before drawing the swords. The sharp sound of the blade coming out of its sheath echoed in the garden, now dead silent, as she readied her stance before the target. Her stance held there for a long moment until, suddenly, her arms swung, and the log was suddenly in two. If you had blinked, you would have missed it. Only seeing her perfect post-form as an after image.

[Y/N] then resheathed the sword and walked over to Sakuragi. They knelt down and presented the sword to him. He reached out and took it, opening just the hilt to inspect the insignia on the blade near it and closing again. He then bowed slightly, and [Y/N] returned it by bowing low and respectfully on the ground.

“Fhhheew! I’m glad that’s over!” She exclaimed when she raised her head. The sudden turn in demeanor startling Yaeka a little bit. “These old get ups are so hot. How do you do this all-day Sakuragi-san?”

“Determination.” He replied as he sat his new blade down.

“That was so cool [Y/N]-chan!” Sugihara praised. “One of the best yet.”

“You say that every time Kei.” She reminded him. “What did you think Kirishima?”

“Yeah, yeah. It was good.” He told her with a smirk. “What did you think, little lady?”

“It was….it was really cool.”

[Y/N] smiled softly at the little girl’s amazement. Seeming to still try and find the words to explain what she saw. “Well, be sure to keep me in your employee, ok?”

Yaeka nodded enthusiastically, and everyone chuckled a little at how adorable she was. “Would you like some tea before you go [Y/N]-san?”

“In this heat??” [Y/N] replied to Sakuragi request, but then sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I suppose so. Tradition and all. Yaeka, do you want to have tea with us?” The little girl looked to her father with questing eyes, how nodded thoughtfully at her, before she nodded yes. To which [Y/N] giggled. “What about you Kirshima?”

“I suppose I could stick around.” He replied. Nothing better to do on a hot summer day.

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thewritetofreespeech · 29 days

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Could I request Kirishima (from Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) with a tailor s/o who takes her craft very seriously? If one of her creations are damaged (on purpose), she'll have that person's head.

Kirishima landed another punch on the goon’s face before he slumped to the ground. Not really an impressive feat, as he was already nearly down for the count, but another punch all the same.

“Great work Kirishima-san.” Sugihara complimented as he handed Kirishima his suit jacket back. “We won’t be hearing from them any time soon.”

“Not with broken jaws at least.” Kirishima agreed before he pulled out his cigarettes, lit one, and took a drag. Feeling a calm wash over him as he let out a big breath of air along with the smoke. He took a few steps to follow Sugihara out of the warehouse, then stopped to look at the arm of his jacket. “What the hell did you do to my suit?”

Sugihara turned around with a confused ‘hn?’ before Kirishima snatched him up by the collar and growled in his face, “what the hell did you do to my suit?!”

“N-N-Nothing!” The blonde stammered. Afraid for his life as he looked dead into the beady eyes of the Demon of Sakuragi. “You took it off and handed it to me before the fight. I didn’t do anything to it but hold it!”

Kirishima sighed and put Sugihara down. “Damnit…their gonna kill me….”

“Who’s gonna kill you?”

He didn’t bother answering Sugihara’s question. Instead continued out of the warehouse and told him where to drive. They end up uptown at a fancy boutique shop. One catering to high fashion, custom designs, and the business residence of the personal tailor of the Sakuragi family. “[Y/N]? You here?”

“Would the shop be open if I wasn’t?”

They came out from the back all smiles. Tape measure around their neck. Pins on their lapel. Holding what looked to be a fine piece of fabric in their arms. “Question is, what are you doing here so late?”

“There was…an accident?”

“Oh?” Kirishima tensed as their voice became a sickening kind of sweet. Their face still all smiles, but an ominous kind of grin that did not bode well.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“It never is. Is it?” He gulped.

Deciding to bite the bullet, Kirishima took off his jacket and showed them the jacket. “I take it this is from whatever hideous thing you did that caused your shirt to be the tatters it is?”

“This is a store-bought shirt!” He told them quickly. He wasn’t trying to make them angrier.

“You should still have more respect for you clothing. Someone, somewhere, went into a lot of trouble to make it for you.” They examined the jacket, and the rip, then lowered it down from their face & inspection to glare at Kirishima. “You know this was a gift, right?”

“Yes, I know.”

“I entrust you, and all the Sakuragi men, with my creations. You are custodians of my hard work. And this is how you treat it?”

“It really was an accident [Y/N].” He was pleading at this point. “By the time it was over, and Sugihara handed it back to me, I noticed it was ripped. I swear it wasn’t before!”

“What sort of lieutenant blames his subordinates for his accidents & mistakes?”

“….a poor one….” Kirishima muttered dejectedly.

[Y/N] then sighed and looked at the jacket again. “I can fix it. But you’ll have to leave it with me. Come pick it up Friday if you want it back.”

“I do.” He told them in earnest.

“And, you’ll have to take me out to dinner. To make up for this crime.”

Kirishima smiled. “Deal.” He then dared to come in close and gave them a peck on the cheek. Which he was happy was not rejected, nor did he end up with a pair of scissors at his throat. “I’ll see you Friday.”

He then left and went back to the car where Sugihara was waiting. “Everything go ok?”

“As well as could be expected.” Kirishima told him as they drove off. He then looked down at his shirt, all covered in blood, and thought, maybe he should take better care of his belongings. Someone, somewhere like [Y/N] worked hard on them. He should be a better caretaker, as they suggested.

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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kirishima tooru x reader

If it's okay To Be An 18+? Hehehe

Kirishima x Reader - Caught in a Bad Romance

‘Ugh…this is awful’ Kirishima groaned. Smoking a cigarette while he waited outside the dining hall for his boss and the other family heads to be finished for the evening. Based on the rowdy voices behind the door, it was going to be a long night.

“Kir-is-hima!” The lieutenant lazily looked up from his musing to find Masaya there. Glaring angrily at him, as usual, in his usual white suit.

“Ah, Masaya. What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?!” The other man snarled. “I have just a right to be here as you do! I’m actually still active in this business. Not benched on the sidelines babysitting some kid and picking up grapes for her snacks. I…hey, hey! What are you doing ?!”

“Reminding myself to pick up grapes.” Kirishima answered as he tapped away at his phone. “That’s a really good idea. Thanks Masaya.”

Masaya growled and twisted his hands into fists. “Damnit! Don’t thank me you bastard! I came here to challenge you to a fight to the death, now get up and—“My such loud voices in the building.”

The two men stop fighting (or rather Masaya stopped yelling at an ambivalent Kirishima) at the regal voice of triad boss Kino’s eldest daughter entering the room. “It certainly made finding the party easier to find.”

“[Y-Y/N]-hime-sama.” Masaya stammered as he stood a little straighter, with a slight blush on his cheeks.

[Y/N] was a reverted woman in their organization. Not officially ‘on the job’, as women could not be Yakuza, her beauty and quick wit was well known to anyone in the family. Had she been a man, she would easily be the next leader of the clan. As it stood, she would be the most trusted advisor of the next clan head; once she completed university overseas.

“[Y/N]. It’s good to see you again. I didn’t know you were back in town.” Kirishima said as he stood now. Adjusting his tie back to its proper place, now that he cared.

“Father wanted me back for the season, so I flew back last week. I take it he’s in there?” There was a large booming laughter from the other side of the door that was distinctly boss Kino. Answering her question on his own.

“The meeting should be over soon.” At least for Sakuragi-san. Besides not caring for these parties that much, despite their necessity, he made it a point now to not be out too late with Yaeka back in his life. “Shall I escort you to one of the sitting rooms to enjoy the evening more peacefully, [Y/N]-san?”

“That would be nice Kirishima.”

The yakuza smirked at the corner of his mouth and feel in line beside [Y/N] to follow her back. Masaya blinking out of his stupor of [Y/N]’s beauty, to realize that he had missed his opportunity to speak with her, and growling out a: “Kirishima!!”

Side by side they walked back through the less noisy portion of the restaurant, still reserved for them, and once they were out of ear shot Kirishima spoke. “It was pretty mean of you to not tell me you were back in town.”

“What?” [Y/N] asked with a smirk. “And miss the fun of your reaction?”

Kirishima smirked back at her, and even gave a scoff at her teasing. “So you didn’t come here just to harass your father about his drinking tonight?” He asked as he opened a door to an arbitrary room he’d selected.

“Well….” She mused as she walked inside. “Not entirely.” Kirisihima smirked a devilish grin at her confession. Then quickly followed the yakuza princess into the room and shut the door. Pouncing on her almost immediately with kisses, which she gladly accepts.

The two of them had been seeing each other in secret on & off for years. Their families weren’t enemies, but rather amicable rivals in the triad. It wouldn’t have been taboo for them to see one another if [Y/N] was just an associate of the family, and Krishima was still lieutenant of the Sakuragi family. But this was a boss’s daughter. With that came a certain understanding in the yakuza that she was to be put on a pedestal and not touch; aside for the overwhelming possibility of her being promised to someone else in the future.

Kirishima didn’t care though.

Aside from just living his life recklessly until now, he just couldn’t stay away from [Y/N] that long. He loved her. He respected her. She was the only woman that genuinely could keep his focus, and he always felt the need to come back to.

“Don’t turn on the light.” [Y/N] panted in the dark when they finally broke away from kissing. “If the attendant sees the light they’ll come in here and try to serve us.”

“Can’t have that.” Kirishima agreed as he led her further into the room.

There was a small table set for a future guest seating in the room that he led her too. Kissing her mouth, and neck, and the tops of her breasts peaking out from her dress, as they worked their way down to the floor with her perched on top of it. “Can I serve you though?”

[Y/N] giggle at his ‘witty’ retort and leaned back on her hands to give him access.

Reaching up under the skirt of her dress, Kirishima pulled her thin, lacy panties down her legs and gently nudged them open. He was greeted by a beautiful view of her glistening cunt. Already moist for him. Kirishima grinned at that before leaning forward to lap at her folds. Savoring the taste as he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to get it again.

[Y/N] moaned at the contact of his tongue on her pussy. Trying to stay quiet as to not alert the staff, or any of her father’s men, to what they were doing in here. They’d be horrified to see the jewel of the Kino family, spread legged, for the Yakuza Crusher Kirishima. She hated to admit it, but the forbidden nature of their relationship turned her on. Although she cared for Kirishima, and loved him in a way, she often wondered if she only kept seeing him to provoke her father and his image of ‘daddys little girl’. That was a conversation for her and her therapist though.

A sharp noise squeaked out of [Y/N]’s mouth when his tongue brushed over an incredibly sensitive part, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Her hips rolled against his face. The feeling of pleasure building as he worked faster to get her to orgasm. They had to be quick after all. They were in a public place crawling with yakuza.

It only took a few more moments before [Y/N] was shuttering around Kirishima’s face, and her warm juices coated his tongue. He quickly lifted up and wiped his face on his sleeve, before he reached down to undo his belt and pants. [Y/N] feverish hands clamoring out to help him.

“Hurry up.” [Y/N] whispered. Voice definitely more gravely than it was a moment ago. “Put your dick in me before someone realizes we’ve been gone too long.”

“Such language for a college girl.” Kirishima teased. Not that he was going any slower.

The moment his cock was out he pulled [Y/N] closer and jammed it into her. She moaned when he thrust into her so roughly, but clearly not complaining about it. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while he held on to her waist and thrust into her. Hard, fast, and dirty. She buried her face into his shoulder and moaned into the lapel of his suit to try and keep quiet; unsuccessfully.

“Oh god Kirishima…harder. Fuck me harder. No one fucks me like you.”

She let out a sharp whine when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled back to look at her. “No one better be fucking you but me.” [Y/N] grinned drunkenly up at Kirishima, drunk with pleasure, before she leaned in to give him a messy kiss just before he felt him cum inside her.

They stayed together for a moment. Panting in each other’s ears and intertwined. Before they came to their senses and pulled away.

“Jeez, you could have warned me.” [Y/N] scolded, back to herself, as she recognized the cum dribbling down her leg.

“And do what? Get it all over your dress or the floor?” Kirishima asked. Handing her his pocket handkerchief before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting one up.

“Hmmm…I guess your right.” [Y/N] agreed as she cleaned off her legs.

Kirishima took another drag of his cigarette before [Y/N] reached over and took it from him. Taking a long, single drag. Another bad habit she had when she was back in town. “I hear you’re guarding Sakuragi-san kid now.”

“Yeah.” He confirmed. Letting her have another drag before he took his smoke back. “For a few months now.”

“You like being on the sidelines?” He shrugged. “It must be good then. I always liked Lady Sakuragi-san. She was nice. I was sad to hear about her when the accident happened.”

Kirishima took a longer drag this time. He didn’t like thinking about that night.

[Y/N] looked at him then, and gave him a wistful smile. “I’m glad though. You’re not in as much danger now. I’d be heartbroken if something happened to you.”

“Nothing ‘s gonna happen to me.” He told her. “Aoi-san always said I was too stupid to die.” [Y/N] giggle at his joke and he finished his cigarette before putting it out and pocketing the butt away.

They get up and straighten themselves up before they leave. No one any the wiser they had been in there. “I’m going to head back to the estate. Tell my drunk father, if he even remembers he was supposed to meet me here, that I went home. Honestly, you can’t take him anywhere.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him if I see him.” Kirishima agreed with a smile.

[Y/N] took a few steps out the front towards her car, before she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Am I going to see you again before I head back?”

“I’m sure you will.” He confirmed. Not sure when she was leaving, or when he’d make the time, but he would certainly try.

[Y/N] smiled then went to her car to head home. Kirishima stood there and watched her go. Then had another cigarette to make sure the smell of sex was drowned out completely before they go.

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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hi! i love you kirishima tōru x reader fics!! (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠) i'm wondering if i can ask for another one but a halloween special? (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Got this after Halloween, but spooky season forever!!

Toru Kirishima x Reader

Although he had come to Yaeka’s school dozen of times now, Kirishima still felt awkward every time. The small fixtures and space intended for children made him look like a giant, coupled with their shining enthusiasm an innocent, made him feel more out of place than ever.

Especially today, since it was Halloween.

Kirishima had to pass no less than 5 fairy princesses to get to Yaeka’s class, who was having a Halloween party. Parents & guardians were invited to attend; and since Yaeka’s father couldn’t attend (much to his silent disappointment) Kirishima was to act as her stand in.

He arrived at the classroom, dressed in his ‘normal person’ costume, and was greeted by the parents who recognized him from pick up. Sara and Kaede also come up to see him, excited to show him their costumes.

“Kirishima-san!” Sara exclaimed in her usual enthusiasm. “Look, look! Do you like my costume??” The tag on the collar of her puppy costume jiggle as she jumped up and down.

“Ah, of course. I almost thought they brought a real dog in her. Makes me wish I had some treats for you.” Sara beamed with an excited ‘woof, woof’. “And, Kaede-chan, you’re a mermaid?”

“Y-Yes…” The typically shy girl answered. “M-Mermaids are my favorite books.”

“Well, it looks good.” Kirishima told her, which made her smile.

“Kirishima-san.” The yakuza looked up to see Yaeka coming over. Her cat costume still as cute as when she left the house today. “Here. I saved this for you.” Kirishima blinked when she handed him a small pumpkin plate with a cupcake on it. “Chocolate is Kirishima’s favorite.”

He smiled softly at Yaeka’s gesture. Then took the cupcake before immediately biting into it. “Wow. These are good.”

“[Y/N]-sensei made them.” His little cat replied. As well as explain that she made vanilla ones, which she had had.

‘Oh…’ Kirishima thought. That was right. He hadn’t seen Yaeka’s teacher yet. He hadn’t seen her much since that originally met that afternoon after she was hired.

He scanned the room quickly and spotted her by the snack table. Dressed like a princess and handing out sweets to the needy. “I’m gonna go thank her for the cupcake. You play with your friends some more, then we’ll go home.”

“OK!” Sara answered for Yaeka, and was already dragging her off to play.

He weaved his way through the crowd. Before he could introduce himself quietly, [Y/N] spotted him and announced, “Kirishima-san! How nice to see you again!”

“[Y/N]-san…” He replied back bashfully. He still wasn’t use to people being excited to see him.

“It’s nice of you to come to the party and help out. Or are you just here for the free candy?” She teased. To which Kirishima had to smile.

“Oh, I’ll go just about anywhere there’s free food.” That’s basically how he joined the yakuza.

[Y/N] smiled and handed him a juice from a tiny, paper cup covered in ghosts. “You didn’t wear a costume? I know it wasn’t in the invitation, but adults were welcome to dress up too.”

“It’s not really my thing.” Kirishima didn’t have the heart to tell her that his outfit was as much of a costume as anything for him. “But look at you. It’s….a lot.”

“Oh. I don’t do anything half way.” [Y/N] replied with a chuckle. Adjusting her crown. “I let the kids pick and princess/queen/royalty theme won out. There were a few votes for ‘dinosaur’ but that felt a little ageist on the back end.” Kirishima choked on his juice at the joke. Trying not to laugh completely.

“Well it…look nice. You look nice I mean.”

“Oh,” [Y/N] replied with a blush on her cheeks, “thank you.”

Kirishima smiled back, and was about to say something, when he felt a smile tug on her sleeve. “Kirishima. It’s time to go home.”

“Oh. Right.” He replied to Yaeka’s soft prodding. Then turned to [Y/N] and said, “I suppose we should get going.”

“Of course,” she replied. Then seemed to have a light bulb moment before she quickly fussed at the dessert table. “Here. Take these with you.” She said as she offered Kirishima a plate of cupcakes. “Yaeka says you have a lot of people visit or stay over with your family. You should take them home and share. Sweets are always better with friends!”

The way she smiled when she said that, Kirishima was sure she meant it.

“Thanks. It’s more than those bums deserve.” [Y/N] giggled. Then waved them off as they left for home.

Kirshima still gave the cupcakes to the guys. He wasn’t a monster.

But he did keep one more chocolate one for himself. Enjoying it as he thought about Halloween decorations and the pretty princess who made them.

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Christmas comes but once Twice a Year

prompt: I got this request after the holidays, but lost the originaly ask >.<. this will have to do.

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Kirishima finished his cigarette and put it out before heading up the stairs. [Y/N] didn't mind that he smoked, but she didn't like it in his apartment.

She called him when she had gotten back into town. Gone overseas for some business trip until well after the new year. He didn't mind when she told him. Work was important. But, as the holidays got closer, Kirishima did feel a twinge of regret in letting her to go; not that he could have stopped her. Though their relationship was new, there was still a definite gap in the festivities without her around.

He knocked on the door after reaching the top of the stairs and was greeted with a loud ‘crack’ & burst of confetti in the air. “Merry Christmas!”

“Christmas was two weeks ago.” Kirishima replied. After getting over the initial surprise, and pulling the confetti ribbons out of his hair.

“I know. But I wasn’t here.” [Y/N] said. A little bashful now.

He followed her in and saw that her apartment was decorated in full Christmas splendor. “Where did you get all this?”

“You’d be amazed what they still have available for 50% off at the store.” She said, handing him a warm glass of something he assumed alcoholic in a red & green mug.

Kirishima smirked and looked around the room at her decoration. Certainly a hodgepodge of what was left in the discount bins or on the shelves, but still some how worked. Maybe it was her enthusiasm, or just the oddity of doing this after the holiday, (or her oversized Santa hat) but Kirishima found himself becoming swept up by the whole thing. “I missed you over Christmas.”

He turned to look back at [Y/N]. Staring at her own mug as she shuffled her feet. “I didn’t think it would bother me so much. Missing our first Christmas. We haven’t been dating that long. But as it got closer, I realized how much I missed you. How much I wanted to be with you this time of year. So….this is my make up version.”

The yakuza smiled at the young woman and sat his mug down, before he leaned in to kiss her. “I missed you too.” He confessed. “Here.” He took a small parcel out of his jacket pocket. Not able to take it off yet while admiring the wonder that was Christmas-after-Christmas. “Merry not-Christmas.”

[Y/N] giggled and opened the package. Inside was a bracelet. White gold, with a sakura blossom charm near the clasp. “The young lady helped pick it out. She’s into all things sakura now that she’s come back home. If you don’t like it, you can change the charm out.”

“No! I love it!” [Y/N] said emphatically.

Kirishima smiled, and breathed a small sigh of relief as he was nervous she wouldn’t like it, before he helped her put it on. “I have some presents for you too.” She then said. “I brought them back from my trip.”

“Well, there’s really only 1 present I want.” He said with a cheeky grin as he took off his coat. Getting a light punch in the arm for his remark.

They spent the rest of the afternoon together. Watching Christmas movies. Eating the chocolates Kirishima had gotten from overseas. They were even able to get fried chicken, without the line, since everyone had already had their Christmas KFC two weeks earlier.

Maybe there was something to this Christmas-after-Christmas thing, Kirishima thought. He was certain they would have next year to figure it out.

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I spent about 5 minutes trying to write this out properly. I'd like for it to be a request but since the fic in question is kinda old, idk if you'd even be remotely interested in continuing it. Bare, Kirishima x Reader... A continuation? Something a tad smutty maybe...? Pls? 🥺

original post [x]

You stood in the kitchen, holding Kirishima close for a little while longer, as the minutes ticked on. It seemed like he was incapable of letting you go at the moment. Not that you minded. Whatever he needed you for you would be there and support him.

His grip around your waist eventually loosened, but still rested on your hips. His head lifted from hiding in your shoulder, but not to look you in the eye. Instead leaning in for a kiss. You gave it to him. Realizing that he maybe needed more than just hugs and soft words right now.

The kiss started out slow & soft, but quickly became more aggressive. It wasn’t something you were used to. Kirishima was always enthusiastic, but more in a playful way. Teasing your lips, grinning into your kisses. This was something different. Something desperate. You hold on to him and try to keep up, but eventually have to break away as your lungs were starting to burn as much as your lips.

You looked at him, and he looked at you, and you could tell what he needed and what he was asking without having to say it. You just nod. Then Kirishima was on you again.

The small towel around his waist either fell off or was discarded, but you suddenly felt all of him against your bare thighs from your pushed up sleep shorts. The fridge behind you rattled when Kirishima pushed against you a little too hard. Then the hands that had been resting at your waist pulled you close and lifted you up. Moving you just a few inches away towards an open wall. Never breaking contact with your kiss.

You felt lightheaded. A little drunk. Maybe that was the lack of oxygen. Or maybe just the adrenaline of the situation. Kirishima had made it a point to never be rough with you. You had to wonder now if he was worried he would hurt you. But all that suddenly went out the window as you were pinned against your kitchen wall, lips near bruising, the grip on your thighs hard enough to definitely leave a bruise, his cock between the two of you thrusting up against the soft material of your sleep shorts in a sort of pseudo-sex that was still providing enough friction and heat to make your pussy sop through them.

Then there was a warm, wet feeling against your thighs. And all of it stopped.

Kirishima finally pulled back from you properly. More than just the few gasps of air you had been allowed to take. Panting as he held on to you, “I’m sorry.”

“It…it’s ok…” You tried to catch your breath as well. Not really sure what to make of this situation.

Your boyfriend, who may or may not have committed horribly violent acts that night, just fuck-but-not-fucked you against a wall after crying on your shoulder about his little young charge hating him. On top of that your body was still humming because, although Kirishima had found release, you were still on the cusp from all the friction, tension, and just animal instinct going on a minute ago. Would it be rude to ask him to finish? Did you even really want him to, or was that just instincts again?

Kirishima let you down and you stumble against him a bit to get the feeling back in them. “Sorry about your shorts.”

“It’s ok.” You told him. Pushing your hair back out of your face now that you’ve collected yourself. Yes. It was better to just move on from this. “Do you want to go to bed?”

“Do….you want me to come with you?” Kirishima was back to his soft, sullen self again. That demanding figure a moment ago, looking for release, gone as he seemed to realize what had happened. That look in his eyes clearly nervous that he had screwed up again. That you might really hate him now this last time.

You just take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze. “Yes. I’m sure.”

You change your shorts and Kirishima cleaned himself up but doesn’t put on anything else. What was the point really? His tall, long body wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. Like you might actually leave if he wasn’t holding every part of you, even though this was your apartment.

You just let him and the both of you try to get some sleep. You’ll call out of work in the morning and take Kirishima back to the estate in the afternoon. He’ll have a long enough day tomorrow. For now, you would just offer him all the comfort you could and what little rest.

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Toru Kirishima x reader

prompt: Kirishima meets Yaeka’s new school teacher (aka: this is my new emotional support character)

He was waiting outside the school, as usual, for Yaeka to come out.

He was as common place as anyone at this point, but Kirishima had to assume that he still most look very out of place huddled around all the moms. Like a big neon ‘does not belong here’ sign over his head or something.

The bell rang and almost instantly children poured out of the school and to their waiting parents. Yaeka came out a few moments later, her typical calm seeming almost a saint like serenity amongst all the screaming, chattering children.

“Good work today, little lady.” Kirishima greeted. To which Yaeka nodded once. “Did anything fun happen today?”

“We got a new teacher.” She said after a momentary pause. “Kimura-sensei had to take a….leave of absence.” Yaeka seemed to be trying hard to remember the phrase that was told to her. “[Y/N]-sensei is our teacher now.”

“Oh really?” Kirishima started thinking about all the fun he & his classmates had when they had a substitute for a few days. Basically having one for the rest of the school year was something he would have killed for as a kid. “Do you like them?”

The little girl nodded once again. Training her eyes to the ground after this time as he cheeks flushed. “She’s nice. And pretty.”

“Pretty hn?” He wanted to tease Yaeka a little about that, but his lecherous joke would probably go right over her innocent little head (and get him probably 40 lashes from the boss for exposing his daughter to such comments), so he decided against it.

Just as he was about to drop the subject of the new teacher, and walk the little lady home, an unfamiliar figure stepped out from the school yard gate with a smile. Given her age, and indeed how cute she was, Kirishima had to assume she was the new teacher. “[Y/L/N]-sensei.”

“Yaeka-chan! I see you haven’t left yet. Good. This must be the famous Kirishima I’ve heard so much about.”

The yakuza was taken aback. “You know my name?”

The young teacher giggled a little. “Oh, yes. Sorry. Since I’m new I had all the children draw pictures of their families and their day to help me get to know them better. Kirishima-san popped up quite a bit in Yaeka-chan’s drawing.” Kirishima wasn’t a teacher, but he had to admit, that was a really good idea. He also had to admit that his chest swelled up with pride a little bit hearing that Yaeka had put him in her drawings. He hoped it wasn’t anything….incriminating.

“If I have to admit,” she added before bending forward to whisper at them both, “Yakea-chan’s was one of the best drawings.” It was clear that Yaeka’s chest was now swelling with pride, even if she couldn’t look at her new teacher. She smiled, and then stood. “I’m [Y/L/N], by the way. You can call me [Y/N]-san. All the kids do.”

“Kirishima. Litt-I mean…Yaeka’s gurdian.” He replied before taking her offered hand to shake it. It had been a long time since anyone offered him their hand.

“I wanted to mingle with the parents a bit, since I’ve missed the open houses and such. I’m glad I got to meet with you. Yaeka-chan is certainly special.”

“Yes. She is.” He agreed instantly.

“And you must be very special too.”

Kirishima was taken aback by the comment, and [Y/N]’s bright smile. He immediately understood why the kids were so taken with her. If he had had a teacher as nice and as pretty as this one, maybe he would have paid attention more and done something better with his life. “Thank….you.”

“Well, I should probably meet with some of the other parents. It was nice meeting you. See you tomorrow Yaeka-chan!”

Yaeka waved at her teacher as she went to meet with the other children. Kirishima caught himself waving as well. When he turned to look at the little lady to see if she was ready to go home, she looked up at him with that piercing, knowing stare she had sometimes. “W-W…What…?”

The petite red head didn’t say anything. Just turned on her heels and started to head home. Kirishima instantly caught up with his long legs, but looked back once at the bluster of school kids and their shiny new teacher.

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Good night or good morning, my request (if possible) is for The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting, more specifically for Toru Kirishima. The theme that I would like to see would be the following, a Miko reader or priestess, she helps her grandparents in her family temple. Where the girl in question is an old friend of Toru's when she was young, and she was always trying to bail him out. They stopped talking or just simply never met again. Until the little lady, she asks Toru to take her to a temple that her classmates were talking about to make a wish to some god. I like romance, but I have no more ideas, bye.

Toru Kirishima x Miko!Reader

“Kirishima-san. Hurry, hurry.”

Kirishima smirked as Yaeka hurried him along. Pretending not to be as excited as she was to visit the shrine.

She’d learned from her friends at school about a shrine that apparently granted wishes. Her classmate Miko had prayed for a bike, and got a new one the next day. Her other classmate Koji had prayed to grow taller, and he was a whole 5 cm taller than their last physical exam.

Kirishima of course knew that this was all a coincidence. Religious hokum brought on by the locals. But, if it made the little lady excited to try something, he didn’t see the harm in it.

They round the corner of the shrine and up the small steps. The air immediately changing to one of calm and serenity. He honestly didn’t know that this place existed in the neighborhood. Yet it felt kind of familiar.

“Hello. Can I help you all with…Kirishima?” The duo turned to see a young miko standing there. Broom in her hand and a surprised look on her face.

“[Y/N]-chan….?”

“Kirishima, do you know this person?” Yaeka asked innocently.

“Ah. Uh..yeah..” Kirishima fumbled. “We used to go to school together.”

“Like you and Rei-kun?”

“God. It’s been a long time since I heard that name.” [Y/N] remarked. Her candor not really a proper reflection of her state & attire. “Yes. We all went to school together, but I didn’t run in the same crowd as them. I always tried to help Kirishima get on the straight and narrow, but in never seemed to work out.”

“Can’t you just love me for the way I am?” Kirishima asked with a smirk. Causing [Y/N] to chuckle. “It’s been a long time [Y/N]. What are you doing here?”

“Seriously?” She asked, with an expression that was all too familiar to his past. “It’s [L/N] shrine you knucklehead. This is my family’s shrine. I help out sometimes since my grandparents are getting older.”

‘Oh’ Kirishima thought, ‘that made sense.’ He really needed to get better at names.

“I bet you’re here to make a wish, hn?” [Y/N] then asked Yaeka. Who nodded eagerly after she remembered why they were here. “Well, come on. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Yaeka left Kirishima’s side to join [Y/N], and he watched from behind. It really had been a long time since he had seen her, and he felt a little guilty he had forgotten her. When they were younger, they would often play together. He remembered now coming here when his homelife got a little rough but, apparently, he had blocked that out with the bad memories. In high school they drifted apart; a good girl like her couldn’t hang out with a guy who was always getting into fights and detention. He suddenly realized how much he had missed his old friend and quietly mourned the time they had lost together.

“Now, you just slip the paper into the slot, clap your hands twice, and whisper ‘kami-sama, kami-sama, I send this wish to you.’”

“Kami-sama, kami-sama, I send this wish to you.” Yaeka repeated. Kirishima only coming in on the tail end of their instructions.

“Great! Now, the most important thing is not to tell anyone your wish. It’s a secret between you and Kami-sama. But since you were such a good girl at listening, you can have this.” [Y/N] handed Yaeka a small red bookmark, with the logo of the shrine, printed on the front. “Keep this with you and I’m sure good luck will follow.”

Yaeka smiled and nodded once. Clutching her new gift tightly to not loose it. “Kirishima-san, you make a wish now too.”

“Oh no…I don’t think I need to.” He insisted. Trying to brush the suggestion off.

“Yeah. Come on Kirishima-san. You’ll anger the Kami-sama if you don’t pay your respects.” He also remembers now that cat-ate-the-canary grin of hers as he shuffled up to the shrine.

He quickly scribbled his wish on a piece of paper and dropped it in the shrine. “You have to do the clap and the whisper.” She egged him on further. “Otherwise your wish won’t come true.”

Kirisihima grit his teeth, but then caught a glance of Yaeka looking up earnestly at him. So he had to obey.

“….kami-sama, kami-sama….I send this wish to you….”

“Yay!” [Y/N] cheered wildly, just to irritate him further, and Yaeka joined in too.

“Well, we better be going.” Kirishima said. He’d been embarrassed enough for one day.

“Come back again.” [Y/N] called back as she walked with them to the entrance. “I’m here most days. And it was good to see you again.”

Kirisihima nodded, and Yaeka waved goodbye. Maybe there was something too this whole wishing shrine thing. He’d wished he could see [Y/N] again, and maybe his wish had already been granted.

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