Uhhhh hi. Could you do some headcanons of Shuichi with an s/o who’s interested in witchcraft? I love your blog so much!
Sorry! I kind of took this and ran with it and it turned into just straight up a thing where his s/o is a (secular) witch. I uh, tried to anyway
Let me know if there’s anything I can change. Hope you enjoy it anyway.
There is another round of heavy, exhausted sighing at the table in the break room as Saihara and his co-workers chat about the details of their latest case--one that's gone nowhere for longer than he's comfortable with. He feels the work days grinding on for longer, with little to show for it, and he knows after he finishes his coffee he'll have to go back out there and continue the search.
"I wouldn't normally suggest this, Saihara, but... You're dating a witch, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry?" Saihara's response comes off more offended than he actually feels. "--Yes, I am. What about it?"
Maybe just a little more offended.
His coworker, Takahashi, has his head hung in his hands. "Maybe you could ask her for a divination or something."
"Oh! Come to think of it, she does these readings--"
"Wait! I was kidding! As if a fortune teller could help where the forensics team couldn't."
"That's... Not a good thing to joke about."
"I'm at the end of my rope, can you blame me?"
Saihara can, but he stays quiet. Instead, he downs the rest of his coffee, and decides that the sooner he's over with his work day the sooner he can come home.
It is 9:37 when he returns, and BOY has it been a DAY. He uses up what little rentals of his energy driving home, and by the time he's climbing the stairs to his floor he's so exhausted he could pass out.
This isn't the first long day he's had since you started dating him, though, so he is infinitely thankful when you're at the door to give him a hug as soon as he steps through.
"Welcome home." You squeeze a little tighter. "Everything go okay today?"
"Haha, okay. I get that."
Saihara feels your hand rubbing soft, comforting circles into his back. It's like your touch is everything in the world to him at that moment, because his head is so fuzzy that it kind of is.
"Did you eat dinner?" He asks.
"Yeah, I ate some. How was dinner with your workmates?" You lead him to sit on the couch in your living room, where he well and truly melts into the cushions.
"Stressful. One of the guys I'm working with right now is kind of..."
He doesn't want to say it, because a part of him left over from his teenage years still sticks, but--"He's kind of an asshole."
"Ooh. Yikes. What's the guy's name?"
"What are you gonna do with it?"
"Nothing major, I just wanna know."
"So you will do something..."
"Hey, if someone's being an asshole to you, I'm already going to send them bad vibes. I may as well know who exactly. Wouldn't you wanna do the same?"
"...Fair. But seriously, it's fine--thanks."
You hum thoughtfully. "If not that, then... Maybe you'll like this, instead!"
You hold up a milky-blue crystal; a leather string threaded through a hole drilled through the top.
"It's blue quartz," you inform him, a satisfied look in your face. "I know you've been stressed about whatever case you've been working on lately, and I thought this might help you calm down."
"You..." Saihara takes the crystal and gingerly turns it over in his hand, light bouncing off the smoothed surface. "Did you make this?"
"I drilled the hole and made it into the necklace, but the stone I found while I was out looking for supplies. Do you like it?"
He puts it around his neck, and tucks it under his dress shirt. It's flat and small, and it rests against his chest comfortably. "Is it okay with you if I wear it like this?"
"Of course it is. I figured it probably wouldn't fit your office's dress code anyway."
"I... I really love this." He puts his hand to his chest, feeling the quartz over the fabric of his shirt. He puts his other hand over yours, and smiles. "Thank you. This is really nice."
What is even nicer, he thinks, is the smile you give him in return, and feels warm and comfortable and loved all at once.
"I'm just happy you like it," you say, moving to rest your head in the crook of his neck.
And when he makes a breakthrough in his study the next day, it's a nice thought that it was thanks to the the love you put into making his new pendant. He chooses to believe it.
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