į¢š© gn!reader, bathing and combing giyuuās hair after a hard day
giyuuās tired, battered, and bruised. he single-handedly took on about a dozen demons, and although he always acts like it isnāt a big deal, heās come home with darker bags under his eyes. the guilt he feels when he canāt save someone is self-destructive, and this job has been wearing him out.
he never knows when or if heāll be able to come back to your safe, warm embrace again.
but when he comes back to your estate, which has become a habit instead of going to his own, youāve already drawn him a warm bath, and you stand in the bathroom with a shy smile on your face.
youāve always known about giyuuās feelings, about his past, especially with his childhood best friend. heās never felt like he deserves to be the water hashira, or even a hashira itself for that matter. even with all of your reassurance, he still doesnāt believe that he is deserving of the ālordā title.
but intimate moments like these tell him enough. the way you bathe him so gently makes him feel delicate. your touch makes him feel like heās worth something, like he isnāt just an unfortunate source of power.
so as soon as he silently gets into the bath, and you begin rubbing soap on his bare chest, he lets out a sigh. he knows itās an intimate moment, and he wouldnāt rather have anyone else but you with him. you run your hands over his scars and new bruises, treating him like a masterpiece, a sculpted piece of art.
and when youāre done scrubbing his entire body, you bring some clean water up to his hair, and he willingly tilts his head back, something youāve told him to do so water doesnāt run into his eyes. once youāve rinsed it, you place a gentle kiss on his wet cheek, and although heās had a stoic expression for most of the time, he gives you a tired smile.
you hand him a towel and stand up, leaving and closing the door behind you so he can dry himself off and get dressed for bed.
a couple of minutes pass, and before you know it, heās opening the door to your bedroom and closing it behind you. he kneels in front of you, back facing you so you can comb through his hair.
you untangle his long hair and brush through it. a soft sigh of pleasure leaves him, and you smile at his relief. he sits through the session with no complaints.
when youāre done, you place a kiss on his neck and watch him shudder at the unexpected touch. you giggle at his sensitivity, and he grumbles at your teasing.
but you tap his back, a movement you do so he knows youāre getting up to climb into bed, and he follows you.
he bends down and crawls into bed next to you, quickly finding comfort in your warmth.
though somethingās missing, and youāre not cuddling him how you normally do.
he begins to feel frustrated until your lips are soft and pressing against his, giving him plush, comforting kisses.
he feels the bed shift underneath him, and he places a hand on your back, rubbing it up and down. when you try to pull away, he quietly chases your lips, and you reluctantly come back to kissing him. after the short moment, you give him one more kiss before lying back down.
giyuu lets out a small, almost inaudible huff. heāll never admit it, but he already misses your lips on his, and he misses your touch too.
your arm, however, finds its way to his stomach and lies across it. you cuddle up more to him, and although his hands arenāt all over you like yours are to him, he places a reassuring, large hand on your back.
right before you drift off to sleep, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead, and giyuu feels you cling on tighter to him.
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