You're G O L D|| Sugimoto Saichi x f!Reader x Ogata Hyakunosuke

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Oops, I missed a word.

You were hot and bothered. When Kumagishi had died, you stepped out of the cise. Ogata told you that Sugimoto had this 89 percent of this massacre by himself. The first thing you saw almost made you cum right then and there. But you knew it wasn't appropriate at the moment, so you suppressed your urges and helped the women kill off the rest of the prisoners.

Welp, it seems you were holding back for too long and it was taking a toll on you. You swayed side to side as if you were dizzy. Ogata was the first to notice your change in attitude, but he didn't say anything. I mean, you still ate like normal, so it must have not been a big deal. The problem? You were quiet.

Asirpa continued to drone one about what you were eating and Sugimoto was soaking it up, saving this knowledge for later so he could make Asirpa proud. You loved the man, but god he could be so gullible sometimes.

Then, he just had to pull out his miso case. Asirpa literally flew into his lap to get the miso, "YES! I WAS WONDERING WHEN YOU'D GET YOUR OSOMA OUT!" she squealed, dipping whatever she had in her hand into the case. She groaned in delight, "I knew Sugimoto's and (Y/N)'s shared osoma would taste perfect with this!"

You stopped swaying to prepare from the judgemental looks and whispers from the village women, " osoma... osoma?" They gasped.

Sugimoto shook his head," Asirpa! Since you keep calling it 'poop', they think we're actually eating poop!" he frowned.

Asirpa pushed the miso to them with a proud and boastful grin, " Tanepe ae easkay osoma ne na! "

The leader took the miso case and carefully sniffed it. Making sure it wasn't actual shit.

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You calmly sat and drank tea as the head plate wearing First Lieutenant Tsurumi stared at you. Yes, you wanted to meet the man but this is not what you expected whatsoever.

It was quiet. First Lieutenant Tsurumi stared at you. Taking in everything about you. How you sat, what you wore, your reaction to him staring at you.

Then, he spoke, "What connections do you have with Sugimoto the Immortal?"

Of course. No one cared about how you were doing, how you felt, what was in pain.

"I miss him." You muttered, trying to keep it low and make it seem you said nothing at all. There was absolutely no way he didn't hear it.

A knowing smile grew onto his face, "Oh? So you two were lovers?"

'We weren't lovers, we just fucked all the time. That makes us fuckers-'

You shrugged, "I guess you could say that."

He hummed. Now, you took the time to stare at the man sitting across from you. You noticed how he sat, how his hair was slicked back like Ogata's, how his mustache seemed to scratch his lip everytime he talked, how handsome he would be without the head plate, how his dark eyes bored into your as your (e/c) orbs bored into his.

"Do you like sweets?" He asked.

You shook your head.

He hummed, "I was never one for alcohol."

You rose a brow, you hadn't mentioned anything about your drinking either. You only do it when Shiraishi's around. You two had been separated for about 2 weeks now. How? It was simple, he was comparing you to himself. He didn't like alcohol, so he assumed you did. His hunch was right.