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Baby Food
Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (Dad! Tamaki x Mom! Reader)
Warnings: None! It’s just family fluff :’)
Word Count: 1.6 K
Summary: You, Tamaki, and your adorable little daughter are back for another adventure! This time, she’s trying out solid food for the first time. ♡
Even when it was just the two of you, the house you shared with Tamaki had always felt like a home, with an aura that was consistently swarming with a soft feeling of warmth, love, and affection.
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SUNEATER TAMAKI
Just imagine grimmjow being overprotective of his kittens kids 🥹❤️
There’s not enough short haired Nejire in this world
their types are cute girls !!!!
bonus;
*ochacos definition of cute
theyre so real 4 this
Friendship is underrated
i forgor to post these but this may be my final dump 🥹 unless mhy gives me dyke hos content (?
imagine amajiki being into his hair being pulled. what started out as a way to get his attention if he was distracted turned into a full on kink as whenever you two were having sex, he begged to have his hair pulled. amajiki’s eyes were overflowing with tears, he let out breathless moans every time you bottomed out, your pace unforgiving and quick. “a-ah— you feel so hot, please don’t- hah, stop! fuck me harder!” amajiki swore he saw stars when you firmly grabbed onto his indigo locks and yanked them to make him look at you, “you’ll take what i give you. you’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you tama?” you whispered into his pointed ear, your warm breath against his ear made his hips stutter up against your rough riding. you were an addiction that amajiki never wanted to give up, his back arched when he felt his climax coming close. “uuh! i-i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum, please let me come! pleaseplease—”
“go ahead, my good boy.”
amajiki’s toes curled as he tipped his head back with a load moan, his cock twitches and pumps rope after rope of thick cum inside you. while he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm, he rambles “i love you’s” under his breath. amajiki let out a surprised gasp when he felt your hips grind against his cock again, making him harden instantly and his brain turn into mush. “i still haven’t cum yet, baby. you’ll be a good toy for me, won’t you?” you smirked at his dumb expression, oh how he loves being used by you.
Assistant to the Hero Part II - Amajiki x Reader
Requested and beta'd by @fuzztacular , Part of my Follower Celebration
Part I - Masterlist
3,5 Months as his assistant
There are no more gifts on your desk.
Instead, you find them in front of your room at the most random of times.
One of your favorites, a blue piece of sea glass, sits next to your coffee cup one morning.
Amajiki’s sitting at the table just a few steps away, finishing his breakfast.
“Thank you.” You say, picking up the sea glass. He must have put it there while you went to the bathroom.
“It reminded me of you.” He says, voice almost calm.
“Because I’m blue?” You tease and hold it in front of your left eye as if to look through.
“It’s rare.” He says instead, a distant look in his eyes you cannot place.
-
Amajiki places a DVD on your desk just after lunch.
You glance down at the cover and back up to him.
“Where did you get that?”
“Mirio’s girlfriend lent it to me.”
“Why?”
He shrugs, blushing. “I told her you wanted to see it. It’s for movie night.”
“We can’t always watch what I want to see. You gotta pick the next one.”
He nods, a little smile pulling at his lips.
-
“Here.” You grab two Bento Boxes from the Fridge and present them to Amajiki. “I made us Lunch.”
“Oh?” He opens one of the Boxes. “Octopus sausage?”
“I’ll put the real thing in next time. You just have to tell me when you want Lunch and when you want to eat out, okay?”
“Yeah.” That little smile is back and you wish you could look at it a little while longer without being a creep.
-
It’s Tuesday and you’re on the Couch, hot water bottle on your stomach, chocolate open on the table in front of you.
Amajiki freezes in the doorway. “Did something happen?” He asks, whispering.
“Huh?” You look up from your book, sniffling. “Oh, no, I’m just… I’m on my period and I’m reading this book… This part is just really sad.”
“Why? What happened?”
“There’s this dog… His owner had a pet-food shop but died and he’s defending the shop in case his owner comes back…”
“And?” Amajiki’s now standing next to the Couch, peering down at you anxiously.
“The bad guys just destroyed the shop.”
“Oh no.”
“Yeah.” You nod, wiping your eyes. “But there’s this guy, he’s a little silly, but he means well, and I think he’s going to help the dog take revenge.”
“Is he?”
“I don’t know yet, I’ve just read this, listen…”
When the chapter ends and your voice is hoarse from reading, the dog’s fate is still not decided.
It might be your Hormones speaking, but Amajiki seems interested in its fate just as much as you are so you pat the spot next to you and urge him to come closer, hold the book out so that both of you can read at once.
When it does end happy, you sink back into the cushions with a happy sigh.
“That was a good book.” Amajiki mumbles next to you.
“It was.” You hum happily, sleep pulling you in. “Do you read too?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind of stuff?” You close your eyes as you speak. Just for a second, to rest your eyes, you tell yourself.
“I can show you next time.” He offers and you nod.
“Next Tuesday, kay?” You mumble, words a little slurred.
-
4,5 Months as his assistant
You’re in the middle of making Dinner when Amajiki comes home from the gym.
“I’m going to shower.” He says right after greeting, shuffling off to the bathroom.
“Kay, but don’t take too long. I’m making Takoyaki.”
-
Dinner is the time when Amajiki is the least nervous.
He’s usually focused on his food, doesn’t have to listen, doesn’t have to look at you and you can’t help but use this to your advantage.
It’s the only time you really get to look at him, at the little satisfied smile that curls around his lips when he likes the food or how his nose scrunches up when he’s not that fond of it. He doesn’t have the biggest appetite, but with his quirk, he likes to try new things.
Tonight, his hair is still wet from the shower, a floppy, dark mess that’s only parted by his ears.
Your eyes find them eventually, and not for the first time you wonder if they’re sensitive. They remind you of cats ears and the thought of him as a little Neko has you dig into your food, trying to calm your racing heart.
“Do you want to go out for Lunch tomorrow?” Amajiki asks, voice a little shaky.
When you look up, surprised by his sudden question, the tips of his ears are red and a blush is working its way onto his face.
“I didn’t make a Bento Box yet, so if you want to eat out, that’s no problem.”
“No, I mean, yes… but, do you want to get Lunch… together?”
You blink in surprise. A thought hits you, its implications making your heart skip before you berate yourself. No, it’s definitely not a date, don’t get ahead of yourself.
“Sure. I’d love to. Where did you want to go?”
Amajiki doesn’t talk for a moment, mouth open as if he’s still processing your answer.
“Amajiki?”
“Oh, yes.” He snaps back to himself. “There’s a new restaurant down the street. They make Butter Chicken and you mentioned you like that.”
“Oh, Butter Chicken!” You clap your hands in excitement. “You know me so well.”
He chuckles and nods, turns back to his meal.
It’s a Tuesday, and just like the weeks before, he leaves for his room right after dinner to pick out the book he wants to read tonight. He gets the snacks and the drinks, preps the living room while you do the dishes.
Tuesdays, like Fridays, have become a thing in your household. On Tuesdays you read books, on Fridays you watch a movie. He doesn’t have that many other nights that he’s consistantly home at the same time as Patrol times love to change, but you find yourself next to him at least two times more each week, trying out some new video game his best friend recommended or watching the Hero news together.
It’s cozy and it makes you feel like you’re in a relationship, making it harder and harder to keep yourself focused on the truth. He is just a friend, you’re just his roommate. And his assistant.
-
On your way out of the agency, you meet Kirishima, who beams at you.
“Hey, long time no see. How are you?”
“I’m doing great. Are you going for lunch too? We’re trying out the new restaurant down the street.”
“I-” Kirishima stutters to your surprise. When you glance at Amajiki for backup, you realize why. Amajiki’s leveling Kirishima with a glare you’ve never seen on him before.
“Everything okay, Amajiki?” He seems to snap back to himself, shaking his head a little as if to clear his mind.
“Everything fine. Sorry, I think I zoned out a little. But I think Kirishima’s already busy. He mentioned something earlier, right?”
“Right.” Kirishima clears his throat awkwardly. “But have fun, you guys.”
-
It’s awkward at first.
You’re used to eating with him, at the kitchen table in your shared apartment, where he’s as calm and collected as he can possibly be.
But it’s different out here.
He barely opens his mouth, even though you get the table at the back. Once, twice his hand moves across the table as if trying to touch yours but he always pulls back.
You wouldn’t have minded his touch, not if it would make him more comfortable and even less if it meant he was that comfortable with you.
But he doesn’t seem to dare and you don’t either.
“This was nice.” You still point out when it’s time to pay. His mouth tells you that he’s getting anxious again, that thin, wobbly line you will always be able to recognize him by. “We should do it again.”
“Really?” He asks, his eyes on your shoulder to avoid eye contact while you watch the fingers of his left-hand play with the sleeve of his cardigan on his right arm.
“Really.” You nod to emphasize your point.
When the waiter arrives with the bill, Amajiki moves to pay.
“I got it.” He points out firmly when you still grab your wallet. “It’s on me.”
“You don’t have to-” You insist, only to be interrupted.
“You two are very cute.” The waiter, a middle-aged guy, all but swoons at your sight. “First dates are so precious, am I right?”
Amajiki blushes up to the tips of his ears, but he doesn’t deny it.
And even though it’s not real, you don’t deny it either.
Even if it’s just a silly little fantasy, it’s nice to live in it, if only for a moment.
-
6 months as his assistant
It’s Saturday morning and the sun is peaking through the window.
You need a minute to wrap your head around the fact that you’re sleeping on the Couch.
It’s warm and comfy under the blankets and if not for your bladder screaming at you, you could stay here forever.
As you slowly work at untangling your legs from the blanket, something moves by your side. With a low groan, Amajiki lifts his head, stretches out his arm, and pulls you closer toward him, settling his face in your neck.
You freeze. Are you still asleep? Did your usual dreams become hyperrealistic all of a sudden?
But his breath tickles your skin and you can’t imagine the weight of his arm over your chest, right?
A part of yourself - the part that doesn’t need to pee - tells you to go back to sleep. You’ll never get a chance like this if Amajiki was awake.
But the larger part of yourself screams at you to get up.
If Amajiki wouldn’t do this if he was awake you have no right to use his sleeping body to cuddle. Carefully you pick up his arm and slip out from beneath it.
When he grumbles, you grab a pillow from the floor and place it where you’d been a second before.
He pulls it closer just like he did with you and digs his nose into the soft fabric.
Amajiki looks, there’s no denying it, as cute as a kitten.
Your hand darts out before you can stop yourself, to push a stray lock of dark blue hair behind his ear. His hair is soft and he sighs at the touch, relaxing further into the pillows.
You sigh.
“Amajiki.” You whisper. No reaction. “I’m falling in love with you.”
He lets out a tiny snore and you swallow your emotions for yet another day and turn for the bathroom. If he asks about this, you’ll deny it ever happened.
-
You wonder if he can feel it.
The shift in the air. The new awkwardness that wasn’t there before.
How your eyes seem to get stuck on his mouth whenever you talk.
You’ve always been hyperaware of him, but this is a different level.
Your body cannot decide where it wants to be. Near him, where you can see and smell and touch him, or far far away from him where you can forget that this isn’t a thing. You’re just roommates, coworkers, maybe friends.
There’s no denying that you need a little space, so you skip lunch with him in favor of locking yourself in a bathroom stall and calling Kyoko.
“Are you sure you don’t have a chance?” She asks, always the voice of reason.
“We have a good thing going on.” You say instead. “I work for him. I don’t want to jeopardize that. I wouldn’t be able to look at myself if I was the reason he feels no longer safe at work.”
“Well, you know the theory of getting over feelings like that. But are you ready to put that into practice?”
“What do you mean?” You know exactly what she means. You just don’t want to hear it.
But Kyoko isn’t your best friend because she keeps the ugly truth to herself.
“You will have to move out. I know that this is part of your ‘good thing’ but you cannot stay there and get over yourself. Imagine how it would be if he brought home a girl.”
Her words are like knives to your heart. Wet stains appear on your skirt and you realize that you’ve started crying, soundlessly.
You really, really, really don’t want to move out. You don’t want to lose what you have, but this is the real world. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.
“Okay.” Your voice sounds almost normal and Kyoko does not comment on it. “I’ll start looking. Talk to you soon, okay?”
“Okay. Love you, take care.”
The call ends and you lean back, rest your head on the wall, and pull your knees up to your chest. Not the most comfortable position to sit on a toilet seat, but you’re not at your most comfortable to begin with.
The door opens. You freeze, well aware of how you must look. You put on Mascara this morning, the non-waterproof-kind. You will not show yourself to anyone until your makeup is fixed.
“No one here.” A voice says from the door. “So, what’s the tea?”
“I heard Kirishima started dating someone.”
“What? No.” The first voice groans in annoyance. “I mean he was kinda silly, but he was hot. And he’s going to be one of the major sidekicks in no time. He’d earn so much money. Goodbye work, hello life of a stay-at-home girlfriend.”
“I know, right? Apparently, it’s some girl he went to school with.”
“Ugh, don’t tell me it’s that Heteromorph Pinky. He doesn’t have any taste. But what else is new?”
“Well, Suneater is dating too.”
Your heart freezes, stops after one painful last thump. What?
“That’s old news. How long has that been going on? I told you that girl only got the job as his assistant because he told Fatgum to put her there. They’ve been dating way before she became his assistant.”
“Do you think so? They didn’t seem that close.”
“Yeah, but Kirishima was so over the moon when she got the position, I tell you that they had a thing going on. Also, remember how she told me off when I tried to talk to Suneater? I work inAccounting, my role is way more important than hers.”
“Well, cheer up.” Accounting-girl’s friend seems annoyed now. This topic must be old news too. Your mind’s still reeling from what you’ve just heard.
They think that you’re dating Amajiki? You? That you got the job because of him?
“I heard that Lemillion is going to switch to our agency. This is top secret, but apparently, he and his girlfriend broke up and he wants to put some distance between them. It makes sense for him to move to his best friend's side, right?”
“Oh, Lemillion is hot! And he makes even more money than Suneater because he knows how to talk to people. I’ll keep an eye on the books. We have to look our best when he comes in.”
Someone’s phone chimes and shortly after that, silence falls over the room.
You’re still catching your breath, reeling from all the revelations and your heart’s reaction to it.
If you react like this to the mere mention of Amajiki dating, Kyoko is right. You need to get some distance between the two of you.
And while you don’t know how much of the other gossip you should believe, there’s a point there that you cannot deny.
Lemillion is Amajiki’s best friend. If he broke up with his girlfriend, it would make sense for him to come back, and claim his old room again. You wouldn’t put it against him to want the comfort. But you’re in the way of said comfort.
You know what you must do.
-
7 months as his assistant
Finding an apartment isn’t easy, even when you’re not picky.
You know you can’t move back to where you came from. There is no argument that Amajiki or Kirishima would believe, no reason for you to go back to that. You earn nowhere near enough to be able to afford an apartment in the district you’re living in right now, so you search a bit further away from the agency.
With your portion of the rent being so low and Amajiki constantly demanding to pay when you go out for lunch, you’ve saved up quite a bit, but you cannot use that to pay for your rent. So you widen your search parameter even more.
When you find one apartment that’s actually feasible, it comes with a one-hour drive and the last train leaves at six. To make that, you’d have to leave early every day and while you know Fatgum won’t mind that once or twice, you can’t ask for a favor like that.
So you swallow all your pride and stop Kirishima the next time you see him.
“Hey, I… kinda need your help.”
“Oh? Sure, what do you need?”
“I…” You pull him to the side, away from possible prying ears and eyes. “I need to look for a new apartment.”
“What?” Kirishima blinks in surprise. “Why?”
“That’s… a difficult story. But do you… know, someone? Like from your class or even younger, who could need a roommate? I don’t mind cleaning and cooking if I can save on rent.”
“Sure, I mean, I know Shoji is looking for a roommate right now. But are you sure? What about Amajiki?”
“He’s fine.” You insist. “I don’t want to bother him any longer.”
“Bother… him?” Something seems to click in Kirishima’s mind, but whatever it is, it clicked the wrong way.
“I’ll talk to him.” He insists, his voice way too determined.
“What? No, Kirishima, that’s not-”
“I thought he was a good guy.” He’s not listening to you, arms hardened as he moves past you. Your grip just slips off and all you can do is run after him.
You find Amajiki in his office, alone, thank god.
“Amajiki!” Kirishima’s voice booms through the room and you throw the door closed in the hopes of avoiding a scandal.
“Keep your voice down.” You tell him, but he won’t listen.
Amajiki looks confused. Not scared, which you’re thankful for, but confused. And you can understand that. You’re confused as well.
“What’s going on, Kirishima?”
“How can you treat her that way?!” Kirishima asks, pointing at you. You blink back.
“What are you talking about?” You ask, face burning as Amajiki look over, worry evident in his eyes.
“When you started dating, I told you that if you hurt her, I’ll make sure you hurt even more. Kicking her out? That’s hurting her.”
“What the-” You start, but stop when Kirishima lunges over Amajiki’s desk.
“ENOUGH!” You yell, and to your surprise, Kirishima freezes for the first time since he’s started down this path of whatever he’s trying to achieve.
“WHAT?” He asks, clearly unhappy about your interruption.
“We are not dating!” You point out. “And even if we were, you have no right to play big brother.”
“We’re… not… dating?” Amajiki’s voice is low and quiet, but it still manages to cut through the tense atmosphere like a butcher’s knife.
It’s your turn to freeze, to have trouble breathing.
Amajiki looks confused, Kirishima looks confused and well, you’re not sure what you’re looking like, but you definitely feel confused.
“I-” You start. “What?”
“Well, my bad.” Kirishima holds up his hand defensively, waves them around as he chuckles awkwardly. “I’ll… I guess I’ll let you two talk this out. If you need me, I’ll be back at my desk and… uh, if you need Shoji’s info, let me know.” He backs out of the room with a tense smile on his face, leaving you and Amajiki to stare at each other.
Well, you stare at each other’s bodies, avoiding eye-contact, but you’re used to that by now.
-
In the end it's the realization that avoiding eye contact might have gotten you into this mess that has you look straight at him. He’s blushing and you feel a little sorry, but you need to make sense of this situation.
“Amajiki?” You ask, voice soft. “Can you tell me why you thought we were dating? I won't be mad, I promise.”
He shrugs and looks down at his shoes. You wait, well aware that he probably needs a few moments to gather himself.
“Washio-san said you liked me too.” He starts, confusing you even more. Washio-san? Wait, you liked him too?
But before you can ask, he speaks on.
“She said that I should make sure to give you enough attention. And… and that girls like gifts. So I got you stuff, you know.”
“Oh my god.” You whisper, realizing that he's referring to the little trinkets he’d brought in ever since you started working for him.
Wait, if Washio-san was aware-
“Does… does Fatgum know?
“Of course.” Oh my god. “I told him… when you reciprocated.”
You're left stunned and he adds softly: “You brought me that pebble.”
“But we never… I mean, we didn't…” You press your hands together for a lack of words. He seems to understand nonetheless, flushing profusely.
“Mirio said… he said… well, I asked and he… not everyone liked doing… that… I thought you were not into it. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Oh. My. God.”
Silence falls over the room as you process things.
By the time you come back to reality - your stomach rather forcefully reminds you that you haven't eaten yet, your lunch break wasted on… more pressing matters - Amajiki has drawn into himself. He's sitting at his desk, seemingly occupied by a file, but you can tell he's not reading.
You swallow your nerves and get up, walk over to his desk until you are right next to him. You push your back into the desk but instead of facing him directly, you focus on the tip of his left ear. It's flushed, the bright red a stark contrast to his dark hair.
“I have had a crush on you for ages.” You confess, forcing your voice to stay calm. “I didn't want to ask for the role as your assistant because in the end, you need to be comfortable with who you are working with, but I was hoping I would get it. Kirishima and I celebrated when I got the job, he might have… he might have told you.” You swallow thickly.
“I don't know if boy crushes are the same but girls… we tend to think that we’re not good enough. It paints everything in a different light. You ask me out on a date and I think you can’t possibly mean that, that you want to be just friends.”
He’s stiff as a board, but he doesn't speak up, so you continue. He told you his side of the story, so you owe him as much.
“If you're still up for it… I’d love to date you. For real this time.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, voice the tiniest bit wobbly.
“Absolutely.” You nod to emphasize your point and slide your hand across the table until it knocks into his. “And I do like… to do… that.” His hand grips yours, warm and strong, fits around yours like it was meant for that.
Your heart beats loudly in your ears as you lean in, waiting for him to stop you but he doesn't. Your temple touches his, warm skin against warm skin. His eyes are wide open, his skin is flushed. You don't kiss, don't need to. It's enough for now to share your breath, share the warmth and the knowledge of your feelings.
“I really, really like you.” You point out, exhilarated when his lips pull into a smile that can only be described as giddy.
-
9 months as his assistant/girlfriend
The bed is way too warm to leave it, even though your bladder insists on doing just that.
Tamaki is spooning you, his face hidden against your shoulder blades, his messy bed head tickling your skin.
You drag your fingers across the arm that's holding you close. It's the softest of touches, barely enough to register in Tamaki's sleepy brain. But it works and his grip goes slack. You roll out of it, hand already in his hair when the absence of your warmth has him pout, even deeply asleep as he is now. He curls into himself in a matter of seconds, pout still on his face even as he starts snoring.
The shirt he wore yesterday still hangs on his desk chair and you slip into it. You don't want to give your new roommate nightmares.
When you step out of the bathroom, you're welcomed by the clattering of dishes and the smell of fresh waffles.
"Morning." You greet Shoji, who nods back.
He moved in two weeks ago when it became clear that he couldn't find a roommate and Tamaki wouldn't let you sleep in your own bed anyway. He insisted on sound proofing both bed rooms before moving in, but he's a quiet and friendly guy and you definitely do not mind his expertise in the kitchen.
"I have patrol today." Shoji points out minutes later, putting the waffles on three plates while you pour coffee into cups and do your best in putting the blueberries on the plates instead of into your mouth. "I'll be home late."
"Okay. I'm making curry tonight, I'll put your portion to the side."
He nods and smiles, before muttering: "Amajiki just woke up."
"How did you hear-" You start before you can see it too. Tentacles crawl over the floor, their movement sluggish but their goal clear.
You barely manage to jump to the side and put the coffee pot away before one snatches your legs and pulls.
"Good grief, Tamaki! I'm holding coffee!"
"Come back to bed!" You can barely make out his whining, but you know him by now, have learned quite a bit in the past two months.
There's nothing quite as unfiltered as Tamaki when he's barely awake.
And there's nothing quite as needy as him when he wakes up without you by his side.
"See you." Shoji puts your plates and coffee cups on a serving tray and holds it out for you. You're still struggling with the tentacles wrapped around your bare legs.
"Pull your tentacles back or I'll drink my coffee without you." You try to sound like you mean it, but you've always been an awful actress.
When you get back to the room, Tamaki's spread out on the bed, the arm that produced the tentacles reaching toward the door.
"I don't like waking up without you." He complains as he gets rid of the tentacles. You put the tray on his nightstand and slip into bed, press your now cold toes against his warm legs.
"Like you're already awake." You tease and he grumbles and mumbles, hides his face in your neck. He's on his best way to fall asleep again.
Just as you feel his body going slack, Tamaki moves again. He wakes like a cat, you learned, his nose often awake before the rest of his body follows. Or, like this time, his nose is not willing to go to sleep again.
“Waffles?” He asks, eyes closed. “Blueberries?”
“And some apple and pear slices.” You point out, kiss the side of his mouth when he tries to move past you to get to the good stuff. His lips pull into a lazy smile and he cuddles back into you, heavy and warm and oh so relaxed.
“Feed me?” He asks.
You snort but press a warm piece of waffle against his lips, only to kiss the leftover syrup off his lips.
“I could get used to that,” you mumble and he nods and hums and pulls you closer, always closer.
“Please do.”
...
Half an hour later, when the coffee has trickled into his system and his anxiety is awake again, he's hiding his face against your neck for a different reason.
"I can never show my face again." He insists. "That was so embarassing. What did Shoji think of me, using my quirk for personal gain?!"
"I think he found it funny."
(bangs fist on table) i want him sweaty, whimpering, overstimulated, moaning, sniffling, twitching, squirming, whining, gasping, bucking his hips, drooling, begging (swipes papers onto the floor)
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Assistant to the Hero Part I - Amajiki x Reader
Requested by @fuzztacular , part II will follow tomorrow. Part of my Follower Celebration
- 5 days as his assistant
With only a few days left until Washio-san’s retirement party, you’re just a little surprised that they’re calling you in for an interview.
You’ve worn your best clothes to work every day for the last two weeks, hoping against hope that you’ll be called in. Washio-san has been Suneater’s assistant ever since he started working at Fatgum’s agency. You’ve heard all the rumors.
How he’s picky, doesn’t talk to anyone but Fatgum and Washio-san - or maybe Kirishima-kun, and never attends any office parties.
But you’ve also heard of him from Kirishima-kun - one of the three junior Heroes you’re managing - and he tells an entirely different story.
With three years at the agency under your belt, you’re more than ready to take on one of the bigger sidekicks of Fatgum and you know that you’re capable of assisting Suneater. All you need is a chance.
And if the ongoing interviews are any indication, he hasn’t picked his new assistant yet.
-
“Y/N, welcome.” Washio-san is a grey-haired woman. You’ve never met her without a smile on her lips or a colorful pin on her blazer. Today, she’s got a tiny, vibrantly purple hummingbird pinned to her chest.
“Thank you for thinking of me.” You shake her hand and take a seat.
“I’m sorry we didn’t approach you sooner, but you might know that quite a few assistants were up for a promotion. Since you’ve finished your first three years with great reviews from everyone around, it’s also your choice which sidekick you want to work for.”
That’s news to you. “It’s… my choice?”
Washio-san nods and shuffles her papers, waiting for you to make your move. But you don’t know what to say. Should you tell them that you want to work for Suneater? But surely everyone wants to work for him. But if you don’t say his name and pick someone else and no one ends up picking him? He’d be heartbroken to hear that.
“Who…” You start and cough awkwardly to clear your throat. “I mean I’m sure that if everyone got to voice their choice, quite a few choose the same hero, am I right?”
“Yes.”
“Who…” You look down at your hands to steel your nerves. “Who didn’t get picked? It’s… It’s not that I don’t have preferences, I’d lie if I said I don’t. But I always felt that at this agency, everyone was doing their best. No one deserves not to get picked. I’d rather assist someone misunderstood than just voice my preference.”
“Well, isn’t that nice of you?” Washio-san smiles knowingly. “I’m happy to report that no one went without a pick so far. But I believe that Suneater got picked the least.”
The relieved sigh leaves your lips before you can hold it back.
Washio-san’s knowing grin grows only wider and you bite your lip.
“Well, in that case, someone else picked him already, right?” You blunder on. “A-and it w-wouldn’t be fair to take their place. Not that I could take it that lightly, I mean, you’d have to decide that, right?”
“Why do you think you’d be a better match as Suneater’s assistant.”
There’s a new tone to Washio-san’s voice, like steel hidden behind velvet. You’re reminded that she’s kept working here for all her life, all three of her pregnancies and that she basically built up this agency. Suneater is probably like a son to her. A grandson, more likely.
You won’t get past her with flattery or trying to sound nice. And you owe her your honesty.
“I don’t think that I get to say who’s the best match for him.” You tell her, voice strong now that you talk from your heart. “I think everyone could work well with him if they treat him with basic decency. Kirishima talks highly about him and I believe Kirishima above all else.”
Washio-san nods and gets up. “Thank you. This will be all.”
“O-Oh… of course.” You scramble to get up yourself, shake her hand when she offers it, and walk to the door. This interview hasn’t given you any insight on the matter but you’re just a junior assistant anyway.
“Oh, by the way.” Washio-san calls out when you’re at the door. “Just between the two of us. You would have picked him, am I right? Suneater, I mean.”
“I…” You shrug, mouth pulled into a tight line. “Yeah,” you admit softly. “But I’ll work with whomever you pick for me. I like all of our sidekicks a lot.”
-
-1 day as his assistant
Five minutes before you have to leave for Washio-san’s retirement party, your computer pings, signaling incoming mail.
You click on the letter icon, ignoring Kirishima’s excited babbling about yesterday’s patrol.
The letter is short, but it leaves your head spinning.
“Kirishima?” You grind through your teeth. “I got the position.”
“No way!” He’s on your back immediately, his weight crushing you against your keyboard. “NO FREAKING WAY!!”
-
To Kirishima, you're celebrating your new job. You have to remind him constantly not to tell everyone he meets. This is still Washio-san’s retirement party after all.
She hugs you, thanks you profoundly for the pin you wrapped as delicately as you could. It's a silver squid, its tentacles glittering with deep indigo stones. It cost you almost an entire month of pay but it's so worth the smile on her face.
“This might be my favorite present, “ she tells you in a whisper, “But don't tell anyone. It reminds me of Tamaki.”
The man itself is nowhere to be seen. He's not on patrol, that you know from Kirishima, but you would have been surprised to see him at a party with this many guests anyway.
Only when the cake has almost been devoured and the drinks are already finished, you spot his trademark indigo hair.
He's wearing skinny jeans and a black cardigan and of you hadn't known him, you might have taken him as an overworked accountant.
“I put some cake away.” You tell him, plate in hand. “Kirishima said you like sweet stuff.”
He flushes bright red and his mouth forms a line that's so straight you could use it as a ruler.
“Oh, I am sorry, I didn't want to surprise you.” You rub your neck awkwardly. “We don't even have to talk. I’m your new assistant, starting tomorrow. I’ll just leave this here with you.”
You offer him the plate and he takes it, hands shaking.
It's obvious that he's trying to talk, just as obvious that he's trying to make eye contact, but he's failing at both.
“You don't have to make eye contact with me.” You point out softly. “Just look at my shoulder when you address me. That's more than enough.”
A heavy sigh leaves him when he does so
“I wanna go home.” He mutters, flushes even brighter when he seems to realize what he just said.
“I get that. I think it makes it that much more special that you still showed up for Washio-san. I will get her for you, so that you can leave right after, okay?”
“O-okay.”
-
1 Month as his assistant
It’s a good thing that you don’t like small talk or feel the need to fill Silence with chatter. If you keep quiet long enough, Suneater will forget that you exist and almost relax while doing his paperwork, sometimes even humming a tune under his breath.
When you keep exceptionally quiet, you might even allow yourself to look at him from the corner of your eye.
He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
He is also nice, capable in a fight, and a good boss when he can do things in writing instead of approaching you directly.
-
Every week, without fail, a little present will pop up on your table, usually when you come back from lunch and he’s on his way out to patrol.
Some chocolates, a single Daisy in a drinking glass, a foreign coin that’s polished so well it reflects the sunlight.
It feels like little presents one would get from a bird and in a way, he reminds you of one, how shy and on edge he is all the time.
The first time you hadn’t been sure if the gifts were really coming from him. After all, there was still creepy Jin from Accounting who liked to bring you gifts in the hopes you’d go on a date with him in exchange.
But Jin’s presents had always been more showy and he’d never take the chance that you mistook it for someone else's work.
You’d written a card then, just in case, and put it on top of the paperwork Suneater had to sign.
“Thank you for the Chocolate, it’s my favorite kind. I hope it was from you. If not, please just mark this card with an X and put it back on my table and I will not mention it again.”
The card never came back to you. You found it in one of the drawers of his desk instead, when you went looking for a file for Fatgum a week later.
-
“Have you seen Suneater?” Some girl from Accounting bursts through the door of your office. You blink up at her in perfectly veiled annoyance.
“Bathroom break, I think.” You offer politely and she huffs in annoyance and leaves, leaving the door open.
You get up to close it, hearing a mumbled “Thank you.” from behind his desk when you go back to your chair.
“Of course.” You send a smile in his direction, barely able to see the tip of his right ear and some of his hair from where you sit. He’d been hiding behind the table for over an hour now, dropped down on the floor in a heap right after patrol, and refused any offer of water or blankets.
“You can call me Amajiki.” He mumbles again. “Tamaki Amajiki.”
“Thank you, Amajiki-kun.” You dare to say a few more words, hoping it won’t backfire. “If you want to talk about something, I’m always here to listen.”
“It’s stupid.”
“I’m sure it’s not.”
“My roommate’s moving out.”
You blink. That answer is unexpected.
“You’re not happy about it, I assume?”
“He’s my best friend.”
You nod, now understanding at least some extent of the problem.
“Did you have a fight, or…?”
“He’s moving in with his girlfriend.”
“Oh, that’s a big step. How do you feel about it?”
Amajiki moves back and your eyes meet for the briefest of moments before he turns the other way, now hiding completely from your sight.
He’s quiet for a while and you imagine how red he must be, the way he always turns when you can’t help but talk to him.
“Whether you feel sad about it or upset or anything else, your feelings are valid.” You say into the Silence when he’s still not talking. “I still remember when my roommate moved out.”
“Why did they move out?”
“Oh, Kyoko got married right after College.” You tell him. “And I was so happy for her, because Ryūnosuke is the nicest guy ever, but you can’t help but wish that some things stay the same forever, right? We had such a nice thing going on. After she left, I couldn’t find a long-term roommate for that apartment and had to move into something smaller.”
You bite your lip when you realize that you’re talking about yourself. Hasn’t being quiet paid off well for you up until now?
“Where do you live?”
Surprise washes over you. Does Amajiki want you to keep talking?
Heart beating loudly, you explain where you live. Your cheeks burn when he speaks up again.
“That neighborhood is not the safest.”
“No.” You clear your throat, Shame climbing up your neck. “But it’s cheap.”
“If you need-” You interrupt him before he can offer you a place to stay - you don’t want pity.
“Accounting girl is coming back.” If you can hear her stomping that well through the door, you fear for the ears of those outside
Amajiki falls quiet and you wait, wondering if he’ll get up to face her.
He doesn’t.
The door bursts open yet again.
“Is Suneater here now?”
You level the girl with an annoyed glare.
“No, he’s not here right now, he’s just left for lunch.”
“Why didn’t you tell him to wait?” She asks, clearly angry.
“I don’t work for you. What do you need him for anyway?”
“None of your business.”
“I’m his assistant. It’s very much my business.”
“Fine.” She huffs and places a folder on your desk. You recognize the color immediately. This isn’t something she’d ever need Amajiki for.
“But tell him to call me as soon as he can.”
“Will do.” You say and cross your fingers in your mind.
-
1,5 Months as his assistant
You put the perfectly round pebble on Amajiki’s table.
“What’s that?” He asks and picks it up to inspect it.
“I found it on my way here and thought you’d like it.” You say, ashamed of it now that you can hear yourself say the words. “But you can just throw it away if you don’t… I just thought because of the stuff you bring me…”
He pulls open a drawer, takes out a box, and opens it, carefully placing the pebble inside.
“Thank you.” He says without making eye contact. “It’s appreciated.”
“Very well.” You move over to your own desk, knowing full well that he’d just get nervous if you stand around him too much.
“What’s that?” You pick up the folder and read the first paragraph. “An ad for a roommate?”
“I have to start looking for one.” His voice has started quivering now, a clear sign that he’s getting nervous. You focus on reading to give him some space.
“Amajiki?” You make a point to never look directly at his face. Looking at the name tag on his desk usually works fine.
“If you want me to proof read the ad I have to say that it’s well written. The price is too low however. You should raise it, considering where you live.”
“The price is fine. Can you… do the interviews?”
“Sure.” You nod. “I’ll pick three people and let you decide from there. Do you only want male roommates or?”
“Both is fine.” He chokes out and you nod, turning back to your work.
-
2,5 Months as his assistent
The noise from below is deafening.
You’re hiding in the closet, cradling your emergency bag to your chest.
It’s not the first night you’re losing sleep because some villain or other decided that he wanted to prove himself in your neighboorhood. This time the target must have been the pizzeria below your apartment.
The door to your apartment crashes open but you manage to flinch only slightly.
Steps echo through the little space, someone yells something from the staircase - the hallways outside create a very distinct kind of echo - and your apartment falls quiet again.
You stay where you are and wait, phone in your hand.
It’s almost midnight when you hear steps again, this time quieter.
“Everything clear.” You know that voice.
Slowly you open your closet door to peer outside.
The lights are on and in the doorway, Kirishima is trying to put your door back into its frame.
“Kirishima?” You ask, surprised to see him here.
“Oi! What are you doing in the closet?” He’s at your side in a heartbeat, pulling you up. “Did someone kidnap you? Amajiki! Come here!”
“No, I live here.” You protest when Kirishima pulls you towards the door.
Amajiki, who’s just stepped in, freezes at your sight.
“You live here?” Kirishima sounds surprised but not judgy and you’re thankful for that.
“You’re not hurt, right?” Amajiki is still unable to look into your eyes, but he makes a point in looking at your shoes and your elbows as if those are the places to check for injuries.
“Completely fine. I hid in the closet.”
“That was pretty dangerous.” Kirishima tells you. “How would you have defended yourself?”
“I-”
“Where are you sleeping tonight?” Amajiki interrupts you, glaring at the door instead of you as he speaks. “The door is broken.”
“I’m just going to grab some change of clothes and leave for the agency. I can take a nap there and get an early start.”
“I have a free room.” You stare at Amajiki with your mouth open.
Before you can refuse the offer, Kirishima already claps you on the back with more force than necessary.
“That’s a great idea. That’s so manly of you, Amajiki!”
-
“They’re sending someone to fix my door tomorrow, err, today, I mean. Later today.”
“There’s no rush.” Amajiki is staring at his fridge as you carry your bag into his apartment.
“The smaller bedroom is free. I have to get back to patrol. The bus to the agency leaves every fifteen minutes at the corner. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, thank you.”
It’s weird being in his apartment by yourself even though you’ve been here before.
He’d shown you around once, told you what he could compromise on, and gave you a key to show others around.
That had been about a month ago but he’d yet to agree to anyone you thought he’d be compatible with.
Something you’d been annoyed with yesterday but had to be thankful for tonight when it meant you could crash in his spare room.
Here, in the quiet dark, the fear comes back with vengeance.
You’d been doing a lot of hiding in your closet lately and while you’d come out safe every time so far, you’d have to do something about that.
Just not right now.
You click the light back on, make sure that the front door is locked twice and all windows are closed, and fall asleep to a one-hour loop of coffee shop music.
-
“I have someone new for you.” You tell Amajiki when he comes into the agency around four.
“How’s your door?”
You frown. “Not fixed yet. So, before you say no again, this person-”
“You can stay in my apartment until the door is fixed.” He offers and this time, you look at him directly. He flinches in surprise when he notices your glare and you soften it immediately.
“Amajiki. Ask me who that person is that wouldn’t mind being your roommate.”
“Who’s that person?” He asks, voice timid.
“Me. Well, if you think that would work out. And just until I find something I can rent on my own, I don’t want to bother you longer than necessary.” You regret your words the moment you say them out loud. He wanted to be nice and you’re taking advantage of it.
Amajiki looks like he’s about to faint.
“You can say no if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” You offer softly. “I won’t be mad, I promise.”
“When can you move in?”
-
3 Months as his assistant
“You’re out of milk.” You point out. “And we need more eggs.”
Behind you, Amajiki scribbles down your shopping list of the week.
“I’m taking the train out for the weekend.” You tell him as you move towards the kitchen sink to do the breakfast dishes. “You have the whole living area to yourself until Sunday night.”
He doesn’t look like he cares about that.
Living with him is as weird and yet easy as working with him.
Amajiki’s room is bigger than yours because he rarely leaves it. Work is consuming as it is and he likes to just stay inside when he can.
You’re not sure if he reads or listens to music or watches TV or just sleeps away his free time, but you barely see him even if you’re both home at the same time.
At least he’s letting you cook and pay for the groceries to make up for the ridiculously cheap rent. Even though he insists on buying the groceries himself, because ‘they’re heavy and he can use that as free workout’.
It’s only been two weeks and you already know that the weekend with your parents is a necessary break.
If you’d had a minor crush on him when you started working as his assistant, that crush has increased by a tenfold now.
Seeing him in the morning trying to make coffee while half asleep does nothing to quell your growing feelings.
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You tell him when he’s still not speaking. You don’t know why you add the last part, the words slipping out of your mouth like soap through your fingers. “We could do a movie night if you want.”
You can feel his eyes on your back now, heat rising to your cheeks. You scrub your plate again to keep from having to look at him.
“What movie did you think?” He asks, voice timid.
“I-” You stutter, trying to think of one off the top of your head. “There’s a new Pokemon movie?”
“I’ll put Popcorn on the list.” He says and you can hear him slip from his chair.
“See you later.”
Oh god. Movie night is going to kill you.
-
The living room couch had always felt massive to you until you had to share it with Amajiki.
He’s sitting at the other end of it, a bowl of popcorn sitting between you.
For a moment you wonder if this is how he feels all the time around other people, anxious and aware of every single thing you’re doing.
Is your breathing too loud? Are you moving too much or not enough?
“Bathroom break.” You call out softly and slip from the couch.
You can hear the movie pause behind you and rush to the safety of the bathroom.
It still smells like his bodywash inside which isn’t helping at all, so turn the water as cold as it gets and let it run over your wrists, counting to ten until you’re as calm as you could possibly get.
“It’s just Amajiki.” You whisper to yourself. “He’s too afraid of you to think of anything like that.”
so I've been getting back into Bleach is the thing...
aizen mete grimmjow
yet another great idea from ME!!!
Merry (late) Christmas, @kitsunenomegami ! I was your secret Santa this year ⛄❄️🎁🎅🎄 Hope you like it!!!
(2 vers bc I couldn't decide 😰)
Tamaki in my clothes (3)
OHH I REALLY WISH IT'LL BE A REBOOT 🥹 !!!!
"We are looking forward to re-animation offers! ✋haha"
.... so... what is this, Tanaka-sensei? are we talking about a second season or something?? 👀👀👀 a remake??
they're on the way to buy cup noodles
another comfort characters meme
Merry Christmas, @estupidnoir! I had the privilege of being your Secret Santa this year. Hopefully this satisfies your Gear/Kuro wishes!
Grimmjow, Mila Rose and Ggio sun bathing and napping in a cat pile like the kitty cats they are.
I spent too many hours on this but goddamn I love this
kittens
I love grimmjow but wtf is his hair
happy holidays! 🌟
I believe that Tite Kubo crafted an epic and intense backstory for those two, but he simply chooses not to share it with any of us
☆ star-struck
XD sorry ill draw them in my own artstyle next, i just rlly wanted to draw smth in spto style again
not the perfect result but l like it anyway!!
That comfort character meme thats going around twitter :'3
A little something for a mutual on the bird app 🫶
Been itching to draw Rangiku for a hot while now and I finally have a reason and chance to >:3
Art vs Artist ^^
I don't have any other good selfies + I rarely take pictures of myself so bear with this lmao,, let's hope next year I'll actually do at least a few rendered pieces