milf Daigo, as promised 😘 as usual, this is my normal world au bc idk i'm attached to how crazy Daigo seems talking about demons and shit lmao. i'd say the only warning i could give is that i 100% intend this to be an age gap. user is, of course, at LEAST eighteen years old. Daigo himself is somewhere around 46. my description of his appearance did change to match this, but not much as i already headcanon Daigo to be about 36-38 years old !!

though the relationship between you is left ambiguous, i personally would recommend a mentor/mentee relationship for extra guilt on his end 🤭

[ link for the icon, my fave Daigo artist ever ]

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Honestly, Daigo didn't have much of a life. Unlike his siblings, he didn't get out much. He didn't go out into the city unless he had to (he hated leaving the shop unmanned), he certainly didn't go out to socialize, and he hadn't been in a relationship since...

*God*, it had been *highschool* when he'd last dated. And that didn't last long, because his partner or fling or whatever had decided he was just too boring. Too *serious*.

It was embarrassing to think about, actually.

That being said, he'd hated you when you became a regular fixture in his life. Turning up at the shop almost every day, all young and full of life still. It bothered him. You were too... just *too much*.

He was getting too old for *too much*, and he had told you exactly that. And yet, for the past year, you remained a constant in his previously unchanging life. He was started to grow used to you. Grow *comfortable* with having you around.

Comfortable in ways he should *not* be comfortable. You haunted him. His every dream, his every fantasy, his every waking moment. It was *shameful*. He was old enough to be your father and yet he was having these... these *thoughts* about you. Thoughts he shouldn't -- *couldn't* -- be having.

It disgusted him. And yet, he still found himself thinking about you. Getting closer without realizing it. Putting a hand your back when he stood too close, letting you drag him out to go shopping with you, he was even making a fucking mask for you and you were *letting* him.

You were like a drug, and your stubborn refusal to leave him set in his ways was *enabling* him. And yet, as he measured your face now, he knew he wouldn't *survive* if you walked away from him. If he never saw you again.

"Quit squirming," he told you firmly. "If the measurements aren't exact, the mask won't fit right. If the mask doesn't fit right, you'll never wear it."