𓂃⋆.˚ ( jjk ) higuruma comes home a little flustered !
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his breath hitches with every other inhale, his eyes more alert than usual. you greet him as usual, kiss him, then watch as he slides his left hand into his blazer pocket.
odd. he always takes his blazer off at the door, but he's only toeing his shoes off before heading into the living room with a quiet groan.
"hey, is everything okay?" you ask.
he throws himself down on the couch and tilts his head to the side to look at you. when you see his ears and the tip of his nose turn red, you raise a brow.
"you cheating on me?"
higuruma tuts. "if i had enough time to find another woman, i would spend the time not doing that and trying to get more than 4 hours of sleep."
"then? you seem... bothered by something." you sit beside him and shuffle closer, running a hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. he hums at that, closing his eyes for a moment, before they flutter open and lock onto yours again.
his hand is still in his pocket and he resists when you try pull it out. who sits on the couch with one hand in their pocket?
"let me see," you prompt gently. "did you hurt yourself?"
"...something like that."
you're relieved when he finally pulls his hand out his pocket, but grimace and let out an audible hiss when you see what's wrong.
"your finger! how the hell did you manage that?" you caress his hand in yours and observe his red, swollen middle finger. there's a small cut by his nail bed and it's clear he had a door shut on it, or something of the sort.
"well i…" he starts, trailing off when his brain lags from trying to formulate an explanation that doesn't sound like he's just much too clumsy. "i hit it with my gavel."
your mouth falls open just slightly and you resist the urge to ask a series of how? and why? questions. "right. and... you didn't think to put a bandage on it?"
he huffs out a small laugh, his other hand sliding up to rest on your thigh. "that's not necessary. it's a small cut and some swelling. i'll be fine."
you deadpan. "no ointment? no nothing?"
"my love-"
"maybe this'll teach you to stop going around and banging your gavel everywhere. it's a right ruckus." you groan, letting go of his hand and getting up to look for some healing cream. "stay," you order him.
he raises his hands in a placating gesture, slumping into the couch just enough for his legs to spread wider. you snatch up the small tube and sit yourself on his lap, brows furrowed in concentration and with care so as to not hold his finger too tightly.
𓂃⋆.˚ ( jjk ) gojo with an anxious girl !
tw for ed (reader chews gum instead of eating properly), gore if you squint
based on this request
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satoru gojo, who is so used to confidence, so used to the overwhelming stench of everyone thinking they're on top of the world, that he's caught off guard by the practically permanent tension in your brow.
it doesn't take him as long as he anticipates to get used to your overthinking and consistent 'worst-case-scenario' mindset. he's been there, he's had absolute horrors infiltrate his mind.
satoru gojo notices the way you fidget with your fingers and pick at your nail beds, scraping them red and raw. reaching over, he takes your hand in his and squeezes gently. at first, you try to pull your hand back, but at his relentless grip, your tense frame eases up a little.
he also notices when you lose your appetite and prefer to chew gum for the majority, if not, the entire, day. instead of mentioning it, he busies himself in the kitchen for two hours, cooking up something that should've taken him only 30 minutes. upon entering your room, he catches your sheepish smile and the wave of your hands as you tell him, "i'm not hungry, satoru. honestly."
"i know, baby, just get something in your system other than water," he prompts gently, placing the tray of food in his lap. you manage a few, small bites of food, but even then your mind is occupied elsewhere, by things you shouldn't concern yourself with. eventually, gojo ends up feeding you, making sure not to rush you and letting you ditch whatever food doesn't interest you anymore.
satoru gojo is calm as he warms your trembling hands in his, as he wraps a blanket around your frame. your internal body temperature has dropped despite the warmth of your bedroom, but he knows it has nothing to do with your environment. he knows that you haven't been eating properly, irregularly, and that you overthink yourself into a stupor, head aching and mind exhausted.
"you're okay, y/n. you're okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head when you mumble something about wanting to smash your head into a wall to see whether your skull or the paint would crack first. "let's not do that, hm?"
satoru gojo doesn't take it personally when your patience wares thin and when you lash out over the smallest things. you're so used to anticipating the worst and mentally listing every possible scenario that you find it hard to keep up with anything else.
most of the time, he'll just let you get it out of your system and won't say a word about it. other times, he'll be the one to apologise. yes, to take responsibility for any time he actually annoyed you, but also to watch your face twist with confusion, your brows furrowed and your nose scrunching.
"what? you know what- just shut up," you sputter out.
"okay. i'm sorry," he murmurs.
satoru gojo will register when you're not in a talking mood. he'll stand there, hands in his pockets, until you stumble and drag your feet towards him. he'll extend his arms out as if to hug you, but doesn't touch you until you willingly slump into his embrace with a quiet grumble.
"you okay?" he asks softly, stroking your hair and resting his chin on your head.
you groan in response, to which he hums understandingly. "me too. life sucks. but, hey, i got pizza and ice cream, and your electric blanket. you wanna veg out?"
he deciphers that when you groan again, it's meant in affirmation. grinning, he picks you up, arm at your back and the other hooked under your knees, and carries you into the living room. after he rolls you up in your blanket and lets you grab whatever you feel like grubbing on, you're asleep within the first twenty minutes of the movie he puts on.
satoru gojo ends up falling asleep beside you, arm wrapped around you.
𓂃⋆.˚ ( jjk ) he never yells at your antics !
⤷ ゛gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma, choso ˎˊ˗
tw characters getting a little annoyed/frustrated, no yelling, slightly suggestive
based on this request, art by @/sea_Pall
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satoru gojo's brows furrow when you keep talking and perch yourself next to him on the couch. his eyes are focused on the laptop screen in front of him and his mind is trying to keep up, but it's difficult when you keep talking and asking him questions that have nothing to do with the work he's trying to complete.
then, you suddenly tug at his earlobe, making him grunt and finally turn to face you. you grin and repeat the motion, prompting him to grab your wrist and bite it gently, just about digging his teeth into your flesh.
you yelp and pull back, groaning at the sharp sting. "you're harassing me," you grumble, rubbing at your wrist.
"and you're not?" he retorts softly, albeit pointedly. "i'm sorry, baby. just let me finish this bit up and i'll listen all you want."
the promise of his attention sates you, calming your whirling mind and chattering mouth. you settle for leaning your head on his shoulder and staring absentmindedly at the book in your lap - the book you intended to read before his presence distracted you.
he notices you grow quiet and glances at you, smiling weakly when he notices that you're not upset. when he places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair, your eyes light up.
"focus so we can hang out!" you whine, reluctantly pulling his hand off your hair.
he laughs, snorting loudly. "alright, alright."
suguru geto has noticed - but not mentioned - that you've been changing out his hairbrush everyday to replace it with a different variant of cute and sparkly each time. it doesn't bother him, it never could, and it's adorable to see you so dedicated to such a small but evident prank.
he always catches the soft laugh or snort you let out whenever you see him brushing his hair with the replacement, the brush's fluorescent patterns glinting in the bedroom's light.
it started out as a little joke, even accidentally when you packed his hairbrush in your work bag instead of yours. after day 3, you're doing it to try and get a reaction out of him, whether that be riling him up or making him let out more than a quiet laugh.
when he doesn't react much by day 7, you poke him with your foot while the two of you lounge on the couch, you lying down with your feet in his lap. "whatchu up to?"
he looks over at you, trying to find an answer to your question that isn't him motioning to the brush he's running through his hair. "brushing my hair. it's been smoother than usual. might be my new conditioner."
"orrrrr, it's your new brushes?"
he shrugs one shoulder and places the brush down on the coffee table, then ties his hair up in a loose bun. you almost get distracted when he then starts gently massaging your ankles and calves.
"they're very cute brushes, my love. thank you for them... even though they're part of an elongated prank," he teases, squeezing your ankle a little harder.
you raise a brow. "are you... not getting annoyed by them?"
lips pursed, he shakes his head. "no, why would i be?"
you slump into the couch more, crossing your arms. "you've got more patience than a saint," you mumble. "didn't you say you wouldn't be replacing your brush since it's so good? me then replacing it isn't triggering a reaction?"
he laughs then. "you're overthinking it. it's not like you broke mine."
you stay silent, staring at him for a moment before averting your gaze. his heart drops. "did you?"
when you don't respond, he inhales deeply. "my love, did you-"
"nah. finally saw a change in expression though."
geto lightly smacks your inner thigh, making you yelp and almost kick him in his face. "brat."
kento nanami is not slow - he realises that you've been waking up a little earlier to buy his favourite bread from your local bakery - he's just unsure as to why you're doing it. he's never suggested to you that he's tired of doing it himself, of being the one to wake up and do a little grocery shopping on the way of his carb-stop.
but then it's made clear to him.
every loaf you buy him comes with a note stapled to the top of the bag, each one having a doodle or a joke scribbled on it. your consistency with this little stunt was impressive, if anything, and he most certainly found it endearing.
you obviously wanted a reaction out of him aside from the grateful kisses he presses to your forehead and lips every time you come home with the aromatic bag. he's laughed to himself at a few of the jokes written on the papers, but you haven't witnessed that yet because by the time he actually pulls the bagged bread out and reads the joke before making breakfast, you're already asleep again.
"are you making these up yourself?" he questions you one morning, when you finally muster up enough willpower to stay awake. "the jokes?"
you snicker tiredly and press your face into the broad expanse of his back as he works at the stove. "what if i did?"
"they're terrible," he says with a grin.
groaning, you bite his bicep and say, your words muffled, "liar. i'm the funniest person in your life."
"touché."
you're silent for a moment, before you poke your head out from behind his back and search his gaze. "are they actually that bad?"
nanami turns his head and leans down a little to peck your lips, even as you protest that you've yet to brush your teeth, to which he tells you that he doesn't care - never has and never will.
"some of them actually made me laugh," he admits. "also, what was yesterday's drawing meant to be? i assumed it was a pancreas and moved on with my day."
you gape at his audacity. "a pancreas? it was a cow, evidently so."
he shakes his head fondly and lowers the fire on the stove before turning to you fully. "sweetheart, unless it was a cow with its intestines ripped out, i can't see the resemblance."
you groan again and smack his chest. "whatever. you try do better."
he smiles again and attacks your neck with kisses. "no, i prefer your attempts."
for the entire day, you've been tending to toji fushiguro like his personal aesthetician and masseuses, scurrying around the house and coming back to him with an assortment of oils, creams, brushes and hot towels. he's been working harder than usual, and while that's the main reason for your increased care, you enjoy seeing him get increasingly restless, unaccustomed to being touched so often.
"you gettin' me ready for something or what?" he finally asks, a small smirk on his lips as you continue rubbing cream into his skin, starting at his face and trailing down to his neck.
"just some self-care, my love."
he hums, vein in his neck twitching when your nails scratch against his skin, when your breath fans his cheek.
"that hurt," he grumbles.
"sorry."
"it didn't, actually."
"what? so why'd you- nevermind, you dork. just sit still for me."
"i have been. for the past 24 hours."
you swat his shoulder. "it has not been that long. i'm just busying myself, and if that means that i get to take care of you in the process, great."
he smiles fondly and places a hand on your hip. "what if i just tackled you off me?" when you give him a challenging look, he says, "or better yet, under me?"
you respond with another swat to his shoulder and he groans. if he has to sit still for any longer and raise his head for you to adjust another sheet mask on his face, he swears he's going to pull you under him just so that he can squish you like an oversized teddy bear.
you see the mischievous glint in his eye, the one that always blooms when he's plotting something. "i know what you're thinking. don't do it," you warn. "or i'll cut holes in your all your shirts."
"you just want me naked."
"you perv, why am i not surprised that that's where your mind went."
"dare i say..." he places a hand on his chest, feigning solemnity, "...because i'm right?"
at this point, he's being more of a pain in the ass than you are, and you were just starting to acknowledge that your constant hovering and handsy tactic of busying yourself was a nuisance, but now it's backfiring and you have no idea how it's happening.
tossing the tub of cream onto the couch, you decide to let him be and watch tv or whatever he was planning to do - not necessarily upset, just cringing at yourself for being so overbearing.
toji notices and grabs your wrist, stopping you from walking away and, instead, tugs you into his lap, chuckling when you squeal in surprise. he grabs the cream you were applying on his face and hands it back to you. "this one feels good. keep going," he murmurs, slouching a little to grant you easier reach to his face.
"are you sure? i don't-" he interrupts your verbalised hesitation with a peck to your lips.
"i'm sure, mama."
ryomen sukuna's eye twitches when you try to scare him for the third time that morning, darting out from random corners in the house to yell and practically bark in his face. his deadpan expression doesn't shift, but as the number of your attempts increase, you see his jaw clench and his eyes narrow ever so slightly.
by your (failed) fourth attempt, you deflate completely and throw yourself face first on the couch, hoping to break your neck rather than deal with the stoicism of your man. he couldn't just... act scared (or even surprised) for the sake of it? to make you happy? he has you looking like an idiot for the sake of his pride and you feel nothing but humiliated.
you slap the back of his neck when he sits on the floor in front of the couch, his broad shoulders touching your arm. he picks up on your frustration and smirks, thumbing at the tv remote aimlessly.
"you little- so me being upset amuses you more than me... me trying to entertain you?!" you huff, practically screech.
when he does nothing but chuckle lowly at your outburst, you lean down and bite his shoulder, pulling back and grinning when he flinches slightly. he reaches back, without having to turn around, and grabs your arm, then pulls you down from the couch, forcing you to sit beside him on the carpeted floor.
"look, you won't scare me, but you make me laugh. alright?" he admits gruffly, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline. "you'll get wrinkles," he murmurs, smoothing his other thumb up and down your forehead.
you can't exactly be mad at his answer, so you cross your arms and lean into him. "i will scare you somehow."
"you really won't."
"bet."
"there is no bet involved. you'll fail, idiot." he groans as if trying to talk you out of your self-proclaimed challenge is a chore.
"not your call to make, loser."
shiu kong gives you a pointed look and you return it, raising your brows.
"i've been trying to get your attention all day and you seem less than interested." you stare at his phone, the phone he's been scrolling on and taking calls on for the entire day. nothing new, business calls - literally - but you're particularly touch starved today and he's been nothing short of dismissive.
"i'm sorry, doll, work's been on my ass," he huffs, cursing under his breath when he reads something unsavoury on his phone. "damn contractors."
usually, you're understanding. you still are. you wouldn't want him to ignore work when it's clearly requiring his undivided attention, but, you believe, there are moments that take priority. when your partner is feeling ignored, for example. you're just hoping he'll see that.
"can i at least get a kiss?" you murmur, evidently frustrated by how neglected you feel.
shiu picks up on your sombre mood and sighs deeply, texting something quickly before finally tossing his phone aside and patting his thigh. "c'mere, doll. you can get a kiss and then some."
pursing your lips, you move towards him, dragging your feet until you finally let yourself drop into his lap. you try to feign indifference when he kisses your jaw, then your cheek, then your lips, the press of his lips against yours intoxicating. you fail to push down the excitement and joy in your chest and end up reciprocating the kiss eagerly anyway, lashes fluttering and brows furrowing as you settle into the kiss.
after a moment, you pull away. "you're not... mad or anything?"
he raises a brow. "now why would i be mad, doll?"
"i-i don't know. you're trying to work and i want you to myself."
"you're acting within your rights as my girl," he says, chuckling lowly and pressing a lingering kiss to your neck. "i don't think i could ever get mad at you."
you give him a doubting look. "you promise?"
he pats your hip lightly to wipe the look off your face and you comply somewhat reluctantly. "yeah, i promise."
hiromi higuruma pinches the bridge of his nose as he sorts through his papers, reading every other one and tossing whatever he sees as irrelevant. he doesn't need to add fuel to the fire - his head is already pounding and his eyes are already reddening from how hard he's rubbing them.
enter you.
you're teasing him - wearing a cute little nightgown with a matching silk robe that has his eyes darkening past the sore redness. this is the third time you've brought a coffee up to his office, this time accompanied by a little pastry you've plated for him. you place them down on one side of his desk, then round it to sit on the other side, your hand stroking up his arm.
"you're working too hard, my love," you say, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "come to bed. relax with me."
oh, he knows 'coming to bed' means anything but relaxation.
he can feel his patience ware thin, divided between wanting, needing, to finish his report, and equally desiring to take you up on your offer, the one you have been making for the past three hours.
"honey, frankly, i'm on the brink of losing my mind," he murmurs, voice low and gruff.
you kiss his cheek again and he grows frustrated by the desire to abandon this case. noticing his frustration, you cool it on the prompting, the teasing. you lean back, sitting on the edge of his desk without another word and letting him decide what to get on with.
he stares at you for a moment, his gaze boring into you intimately. you take his staring as his nonverbal way of saying "please leave me alone for now," so you stand and smile empathetically, getting ready to leave and close the door behind you for good.
higuruma notices the misunderstanding and grabs your wrist, tugging you towards him until you're close enough for his hands to grip your waist gently and guide you to sit on his lap.
"i'm not annoyed by you, honey," he assures you, resting his head on your shoulder.
"i know i keep coming in, i'm just worried about you." you sigh deeply and pull him into your embrace, letting his head slip down to rest on your chest.
"that is completely justified. i'm sorry for making you worry."
choso kamo is mildly concerned by the fact that you've been calling him by his first name instead of the usual "baby." he's convinced himself that he's done something wrong, whether in this life or any of his past, and he's fixated on making you forgive him even though he has absolutely no clue what he could have done.
"i'm sorry today, i'm sorry tomorrow, i'm sure i was sorry in my past life," he tells you, eyes wide and almost pleading as he rests his head in your lap - rests is pushing it. he hasn't known rest for the past few days and he's stressed out.
"what are you talking about?"
his brain twists your soft voice to make him hear annoyance and an underlying warning of if you don't apologise specifically for what you've done, you're never seeing her again.
his chest warms when you run a hand through his hair, stroking through the strands slowly. "you've been calling me by my name and..." he falls silent, unsure of how to tell you that he thinks his concerns are exaggerated whilst simultaneously believing that they're not. inhaling deeply, he says, "i don't like it. please tell me what i did wrong so i can make it up to you."
you bite your bottom lip to suppress your smile. "i like the sound of your name, choso."
he winces. "i really love that you do, baby. i'm just... very used to not hearing it from you."
you continue to feign ignorance and shrug, not trusting yourself to respond to him without messing this whole prank up. it's a little cruel, you realise, but he knows you well enough to pick up on when you're pranking him.
this time, however, his mind is too foggy with thoughts of she doesn't love me anymore and i'm so screwed to realise that this is another one of those instances.
"i'm sorry," he repeats, now sitting up and searching your gaze. "really, i feel terrible."
"about what?"
"i don't know!" he cries out, sheer panic in his voice.
there's no hiding your laugh then, his distress too charming to overlook. you cover your mouth as you snicker, but he's already confused, brows furrowing.
"what?"
"i was just pranking you, baby. i'm sorry for worrying you so much."
choso clocks it then, the fog settling and his glassy eyes blinking rapidly. "how did i not realise?" he mutters to himself, all the while grabbing you by your ankle to pull you into his embrace.
you yelp at his sudden exertion of strength and tumble face first into his chest. he runs one hand up and down your back soothingly while the other caresses the back of your head to keep you glued to his chest.
"you're not mad?" you ask.
choso shakes his head 'no' and kisses your hairline. "stressed beyond repair, if anything."
𓂃⋆.˚ ( kny) confessing to him !
⤷ ゛tengen, rengoku, sanemi, gyomei, giyuu, obanai ˎˊ˗
tw sanemi yelling at you (happy ending i promise)
art by @/beristhunbergii
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tengen uzui. you know he’s married—thrice, too. but sitting next to and watching him observe the koi in the pond, a subtle smile on his face, warms your chest.
you don’t realise you’d started gazing at him longingly until he catches you, turning to you with a big grin. the beads of his headpiece rattle in the wind alongside your flowing hair.
“tengen,” you start, voice meek and apprehensive, “i know you’re… married, but—um—i don’t think i can continue our friendship if i don’t tell you.” at this point, your voice trails off into a whisper he has to lean in to hear. you almost outwardly giggle at the close proximity.
“you like me, huh?”
“what? did you- have you known all along?” you huff and grab a nearby pebble to throw at him, only for it to bounce off his bicep in the midst of his snickers.
“i’d feel bad for you if you had tried to be subtle about it,” tengen teases, leaning in closer until your faces are centimetres apart. when he sees your flushed expression, he shakes his head and rests his right cheek on his fist. “i can’t blame ya for failing, though. it was hard for me too.”
you sit upright. “wait, what?”
“y’re pretty ditzy today, huh?”
you’re tempted to slash the charming smirk off his face. for the first time since the conversation started, you lock eyes with him (albeit having to almost painfully crane your neck to do so). from the way he maintains your gaze and lets you witness the boyish glint in his eyes, you’re convinced he isn’t lying about what he’s implying.
“i’ve had my eye on you for a while now,” he admits, stretching his arms. “so i’m glad you’re not threatened by the idea.”
you purse your lips. “how are you going to deal with four wives?”
tengen glances at you from the corner of his eye, grinning. “you mean it’s harder than handling three? my wives are my partners, not liabilities. you’d be no different.
you lower your head to hide your impending smile, though he catches your expression even when you don’t think he does. if anything, he’s eager to witness more of your excitement. he finds it adorable that you can barely look him in the eye, even when he gets on one knee in front of you. he’s not proposing - your conversation already acted as one - instead, he wants to see your face. tengen wants to see what he’s doing to you.
“ring or necklace?” he asks.
you contemplate it awkwardly before telling him your choice.
“consider it done.”
kyojuro rengoku tells you, in that booming voice of his, “you must eat.” he’s already scoffing down two of the bentos that had been provided to him by the cooks, but you had barely touched your food. you were starving, but your nerves overshadowed your hunger.
“i will,” you nod.
a minute goes by, and all that is heard are rengoku’s small comments on the food: tasty, yummy, delicious, incredible. whenever he stares at you, you nod and smile along with him, but you notice his smile drop slightly further every time he does look at you.
“is something the matter?” he asks, disturbing your racing thoughts. at this point, he’s stopped eating and is just waiting for you to answer. but for the past ten minutes, you had been trying to plot how to go about telling him. i’ll never end up telling him at this point, you realise. so, you sip some of your water, place it back down on the coaster, and lift your head to face him directly.
“i like you, rengoku.”
for a moment, it’s silent. “and i don’t want that to make what we have weird. i even considered not telling you because i don’t want to lose you, but if i don’t tell you, then it feels like i’m lying to you-”
“you stress far too much,” he smiles, watching your throat bob as you swallow thickly. the flame hashira can sense your impending tears and, oddly, feels honoured that he has the ability to make them happy or sad ones.
now that you reflect on what you’ve just done, you perhaps should have waited until the two of you - or he at least - had finished eating. feelings like this are hard to stomach, especially from one hashira to another. while you’re contemplating your confession, you feel his gaze burn into you and somehow find the strength within yourself not to avoid it.
“i’m sorry, i’ll pay for our food as compensation-”
“compensation for what?” he laughs, your heart aching at the sight of such a brightly lit expression. “if anything, i need to eat more from how overjoyed i am.”
you pause. “overjoyed?”
“that might be an understatement, but i can’t quite find the words at the moment,” he admits, that smile still stuck on his face. what you had yet to realise throughout these two years was that rengoku had admired you the most out of everyone he had met.
yes, tengen was flashy and tokito was level-headed, but out of all the esteemed hashira, his flame had been ignited the most around you. only now could he let it burn as it wished.
“i like you too - very much.”
“stop looking like that.” sanemi shinazugawa taps the blunt side of his katana on your arm, knocking you out of your daze - the daze you had been in for the entirety of this dispatch. it wasn’t anything major, just a few rowdy demons that had been unsettling the village near the woods you were currently in, but sanemi had insisted on accompanying you for it.
“sorry,” you mumble, sheathing your own katana after wiping it clean of blood.
sanemi eyes you for a moment. he knows you’re mature enough to handle yourself and manage your emotions, but he’s come to realise that it doesn’t mean you should be left to do so alone. so, the scarred hashira doesn’t prod further - not until you fail to register the unexpected demon launching at you from behind, teeth bared and eyes maniacal.
it’s fully ready to shred your back, canines glinting and eyes dark with an insatiable hunger you'd witnessed first-hand, until sanemi swings his katana quicker than you or the seemingly low-level demon can register, making a clear severance of its head from its neck. he breathes heavily, staring at the head rolling away but not truly looking at it. his breathing quickens at a quick rate until he whirls around and practically shoves his face mere centimetres from yours.
“you’re askin’ to be killed, damn it!” he finally yells, his brows furrowed from the sheer adrenaline and anxiety he just endured. sanemi never truly yells at you unless he’s unmistakably upset, so his raised voice makes your lips part and your eyes widen with a late registry of the risk you induced. “you wanna be in your feelings? fine. just don’t do it when you’re out working! at this rate, we’ll need backup just to make sure your reckless ass is bein’ protected with those villagers!” his teeth are bared, his face in yours as he heaves and trembles.
sanemi is still unsettled even when the two of you finally return to base, washing up and filling your stomachs during the last few hours before you’d call it a day.
when you wander out into the pond gardens, your arms crossed over your chest to shield yourself from the night’s breeze, you almost turn the other direction when you spot sanemi squatting at the edge of one of the smaller pools of water. he’s skipping rocks, watching them dance across the water—or occasionally fail to do so and fall into the pond or onto a lily pad instead.
“don’t try and avoid me now.” he sighs, observing his reflection in the water momentarily before rising to his feet and turning to face you. “i shouldn’t…” he scratches the back of his neck. he’s not used to apologising for something he usually does so casually. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he confesses gruffly.
“no, I’m glad you did,” you admit, licking your lips. “i, um, like that about you - your constant 'head-in-the-game' attitude. along with everything else. you’ve noticed, surely.”
sanemi wasn’t sure he had noticed. the thought alone makes him kiss his teeth - had he been so distracted by his own feelings that he missed yours? the question raids his mind for a few moments while you, unbeknownst to him, watch as his lips purse and his cheeks flush a light pink.
was he seriously blushing? this is so uncharacteristic of him, you think, a smile finally gracing your lips for the first time that day. for a moment, you’re more invested in him blushing than you are in the acknowledgement that he reciprocates your feelings.
he walks over to you, the gravel crunching beneath his boots. he doesn’t stop until he’s a good but familiar distance away from you, his eyes - harsh as they typically are - glimmer with something akin to curiosity.
“i’m gonna kick your ass for today,” he scoffs. “i w-won't go light on you though. need to knock you out of your… dumbass tendencies.”
you’re too scared to even make eye contact with gyomei himejima. he’s not beastly in nature, but he’s definitely much too big for you to stand before and deliver your (hopefully) heartfelt speech without: one, breaking your neck; and two, running away with the tiny voice in your head screaming at your foolishness to ever believe that the stone hashira would ever reciprocate your feelings.
he's on one knee under the large wisteria tree by the demon slayers hq's entrance, palm outstretched to feed cranberries to a cat lounging in the tree's shade. its little canines are bared as it yawns and stretches lithely, then busies itself again with feeding from gyomei's hand.
you approach slowly so as to not startle the feline. you're not worried about startling the hashira himself, though. his senses are more attuned than the other slayers in the corps, despite his blindness. it's something you always admired about him.
"gyomei?" your voice is soft as you kneel beside the man and place a hand on his knee in greeting.
"ah, y/n," he says, voice the distinctive, low timbre you had come to anticipate hearing daily. "how are you?"
"i am well, gyomei. and you?"
"all is well."
once the cat finishes feeding, he casts a small breeze to dance along his palm to dry the fruit's juices, a compromise so that he may wash his hands later. he then scratches behind the feline's ears, smiling tenderly when it mewls in delight.
"gyomei, i..." you start, almost choking on your deeply inhaled breath, "i must confess something."
he hums lowly. "of course. speak your mind, y/n."
i'm trying, you think. i'm also trying not to pass out. though i wouldn't mind that, if it means he'd hold me.
silence stretches on between you for what feels like longer than the actual 20 seconds, but you can't delay this now. you've already initiated the conversation.
"i love you, gyomei. r-romantically, i mean."
gyomei - if he were to muster up all his strength - could not have stopped the tears that flowed from his eyes then. you're accustomed to the sight, this he knows, but you're definitely trying to ascertain if he's crying because he's happy or... otherwise.
"do you speak the truth? heartfully?"
you nod, then open your mouth to correct yourself and verbalise the affirmation, but he has already sensed it. how he wishes he could gaze upon the expression your features held in this very moment, as you so anxiously awaited his response. he felt cruel to desire that this moment last a little longer, just so that he may continue hearing that rapid beats of your heart and the hitches in your breath.
his hands press together, as if in prayer, and the beads encircling his arms and wrists rattle. "my soul... has yearned to hear you say such," he confesses. though he does not face you, his body still turned towards the tree and resting cat, you feel as if his gaze is boring into you.
your heart almost stops in your chest and you almost really pass out. "are you- you mean it?" you blabber out, having to place a hand behind you on the grass to steady yourself so as to not faceplant onto the grass.
he smiles again, amused by your eagerness, your disbelief. "truly."
giyuu tomioka has been very obviously staring at you since you sat by the blooming flowers and placed your head in your hands. you rock back and forth as if attempting to leash your sanity again, to not make a fool of yourself.
"are you alright, y/n?"
"yes. completely."
he tries to contain his amusement. "that was an awfully swift response."
"yes," you repeat quickly, cringing at yourself.
he continues his training as usual, trying to reign his thoughts in so that he does not give in to the temptation to glance at you, looking so stunning even in your state of... existential crisis. only when his feet land on the ground at the end of his breathing technique, and when his katana is sheathed, does he approach you.
he stands in front of you at first, then realises he may be imposing a power dynamic and resorts to sitting beside you on the grass instead.
"if i ask again, will i get the same response?"
you finally lift your head from your hands and look at him. "w-what? yes, because i'm fine. thank you for your concern."
he cocks his head slightly. "we are comrades. friends. you don't need to be so proper with me."
"please don't tell me that," you say under your breath, trying to overlook the fact that he just called you a friend - a comrade. the mature side of you was trying to reason with you in telling you that the labels weren't wrong. he may see you as more than that, he simply just hasn't said it.
"okay. since we seem to be lying," he mumbles. his expression remains unreadable when he straightens up and speaks again. "i don't like you, y/n. i despise you."
out of all the things he could've said, he chose the riskiest. who cares? he needs to get it off his chest at some point, and even if you didn't feel the same, who doesn't like knowing that someone has feelings for them?
it takes you a moment to register what he says, then your neck almost snaps when you do a double take. "w-what? that's not funny, giyuu."
his expression is fixed. "i'm... not laughing."
you gape at him, at his audacity and bravery to just come out and say something like that. "you're lying."
"admittedly, i can't tell whether you think that i'm lying about not liking you or lying about liking you. i don't know why..." he sighs, eyes closing as he berates himself mentally. "i like you, that is what i'm trying to say."
"giyuu, i'm seconds away from a heart attack that you will be responsible for whether you are lying or being truthful."
he huffs out an amused sound through his nose and shakes his head. "i'll take care of you. and i am being entirely truthful."
your face heats and your head swims. "i, too..."
he nods encouragingly.
when words fail you, you nod as well - your way of saying "i like you too." he seems to get the message, because you can practically hear his heart beat out of his chest, even as he tries to look cool about it.
obanai iguro appears at your side like magic when you walk out of the kitchen with an appreciative "thank you" to the staff who served you. you used to flinch in surprise at his sudden presence, but you've grown somewhat accustomed to it.
"i trust they take good care of you?" he starts, watching you intently with his head tilted just so.
"the staff? of course. they are good to us all," you say, chest warming from both his concern and the kindness of the cooks.
"hm."
together, you walk out into the gardens, the gravel crunching beneath your feet. you feel kaburamaru slither by your neck and poke you with his forked tongue, making you laugh softly and reach back to gently stroke his pretty scales with your index finger.
obanai's ears turn red at your gentle care, even when it is not directed at him. kaburamaru senses this rise of heat in his face and slithers back around his neck, poking obanai's jaw with his mouth, as if to remind him to get a hold of himself.
"you are radiant," obanai murmurs, head turned away from you to hide his flustered expression.
you smile warmly, your senses too attuned to overlook his shyness - alongside the fact that you had known the serpent hashira for years, making you more than familiar with his habits and personality.
"thank you, iguro. you're too kind."
"i only speak the truth."
you don't respond to that, content in knowing that he's being genuine and acknowledges your beauty. but, you decide to tease him for your own amusement, your mind and body drained from a day packed with meetings and training.
"am i not always radiant?" you ask calmly, watching him carefully.
his eyes widen briefly. "of course you are, y/n. i merely wished to mention it. i love how- ahem. you are always radiant."
you grin at his stammering and his eyes narrow, though there is no malice in his gaze.
"why must you tease me so?" he groans.
"you love what, iguro? tell me. you have made me curious."
he shakes his head, his fingers twitching from his own carelessness. and now here you were, pressuring him to tell you how he feels about you - his soulmate, the love of his life.
when he doesn't show signs of relenting, you lean forward to catch his gaze. "i love you, iguro."
the moment the confession leaves your mouth, his face bursts into a deep shade of red, almost pink-like on the tip of his nose. kaburamaru hisses in amusement. it takes the hashira a moment to compose himself, and even then, he is anything but. he swallows thickly as he turns to look at you.
"do not tease me in this way," he pleads quietly.
"i love you, iguro. this is not me teasing you, it is me confessing my feelings," you clarify, still smiling encouragingly at him. "i promise."
"i… i-i love you too, y/n. how i have ached to say that, to hear you say it."
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toji fushiguro, who is known for his stoicism and sarcastic remarks, surprises everyone he knows when he indulges in your cute little hobbies and dedicates 99% of his time to you with no real complaints. this giant, muscular man is finally seen cracking a smile around none other than his girl, keeping a polaroid of your beaming face in his wallet—stacked with cash to ensure he can pay for your plushies and endless requests for food and coffee/boba runs. because if there’s one thing toji does, it’s never leave his girl wanting for anything, even when money is tight.
he has a small pochacco keychain dangling from his keys. he'd prefer no one mention it, but when they do, he smirks—his scar stretching—as he's reminded of how eager you were to give him another item to remember your relationship by (your matching pochamii keychain makes his chest feel all warm and fuzzy). "you're too cute, ma," he chuckles, softening at the sight of you gazing up at him with sheer excitement to see him cherish your gifts.
when he hugs you, he doesn't half-ass it. he doesn't just wrap an arm around your shoulder; he pulls you into his chest and rests one hand on the back of your head, the other encircling your waist as you cling to him. the height difference allows him to rest his chin on your head, but he prefers burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent and feel you as much as possible.
toji fushiguro is heard laughing every time he is with you, the deep tones of his voice sending a rush of heat through your face. sometimes he snorts at your bad jokes, ruffling your hair and shaking his head with a grin of sheer adoration for his sweet girl. he hates admitting it, but he loves unwinding around you—and it's something that everyone else notices too.
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I look at you from under the war and the constant bombing of us in all its forms that the human or animal soul cannot comprehend
I am Jehad Kassab , a lawyer and legal consultant from Gaza City - Palestine. I hold a bachelor’s degree in law and many legal experiences. I have been working in the legal profession for a long time and I had a good work , which have become meaningless before this world, to stop the machine of war and destruction that has befallen us ،I had a private law office after the Israeli planes completely destroyed it and everything in it, after I built it with all its beauty after many years of toil, and it is my only source of livelihood.
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