☆ Chainsaw Man! characters with their depressed S/O
★ first post! i wanted to tidy up the blog before uploading anything, but i already had this written beforehand, so sorry if it isnt as pretty as it could be !! T-T
Aki
He knows what it's like. It's been a constant his whole life; he comprehends it, and so does he comprehend you, at least to the best of his abilities. He wouldn’t say much; he’s not exactly good with words, and he wouldn’t really bother. But he’d sit by you, accompanying you without bothering, without overstimulating. He’d only ask if you needed anything; he’d be quite insistent with it, but he still respected your space, even to sink in your hollowness. His flame was enough to keep you afloat, and he'd make sure of it.
Power
She would not understand it; she would not get it, nor would she feel it. To her eyes there was simply something wrong with you that she couldn't fix. Perhaps that was enough for her to grow bored and look for something else, but if you had truly dug your way into her heart, she’d try to be more “extreme,” and you’d always laugh at her antics, and laughing was good, right? She’d make a fool of herself just to bring that spark out in your eye, even if it was for a little bit. She had never cared so much for anything; she could not comprehend why, but without your joy she felt powerless.
Denji
Denji hadn’t necessarily experienced something similar; his feelings were often muted and dull. Sadness just wasn’t something he had to deal with. He had a hard time trying to “fix you.” It was HIS responsibility, and it was HIS duty, and it was something that he had to do above anything else. That's what a good boyfriend would do, right? Denji would try to learn; he’d tried to learn so much. To clean, to cook, and to take care of you, of course. However it all had little effect, it was simply too difficult for him, but the simple gesture made it all worth it. He’d ask around, he’d seek help from others, and in due time the stress would slowly suffocate him as well.
Makima
At first, it was a hindrance. You wouldn't work, you wouldn't listen, and you wouldn't do; it was a delicate situation that could only be solved by means outside of her control. But Makima, with due time, would learn that with her constant love and affection, you would slowly start to rely on it to escape your reality. She had become your safe shelter where, eventually, only in her arms would you feel alive, and soon enough, you would only rely on her. No friends or family could make you feel the way she did; no one else could. It would be just Makima.
Angel
He wasn't a human; he was a devil. What would he know about feelings? But somehow, your situation could relate to his own thoughts, to his own mind, and in a way he could understand, he could care. To him, his priority would be to open your eyes to the beauty of life. He would take you along to follow random people, to see their day, and to observe who they were. To breathe in a park and eat ice cream together. To let you sleep softly in your apartment, it didn't matter; he'd watch over you, he'd feel for you, wishing that he could only take what dragged you down and not rip away what made you beautiful.
Reze
She’d never stop bothering you. She'd force you to eat healthy, she'd force you to leave your house, and she'd force you to live, and at times you'd hate her for it, but you never stopped feeling as if your entire world depended on her. Reze never opened up about herself, but she would always let small things shine through within her actions. You were more important to her than you could ever realize; you were her first and only real choice, the symbol that she could truly live. She would never let you go.
Himeno
Dealing with Aki had made her develop her own little protocol where you never really had too much room to breathe. She’d never leave you alone despite how angry you felt at, well, everything. She’d take the frustration, the sadness, the screaming, and the chaos, and she’d quench it with her own words, her presence, and the habits she passed onto you. She didn't want you to end up like her; she'd get stressed just thinking about it. And with every bottle and every cigarette, in due time you started to pick out small mannerisms from her until you both started to sleep together, passed out.
Kishibe
He did not know how to handle it. He could barely look at you. He saw himself in every meaningless stare, and it terrified him. It took him some time to muster up the courage to tackle the issue, and though it was gradual, he learned to never leave you alone. You were too much of a danger to yourself, and Kishibe could not take any more loss. Every one of your failures left him a sharper and sharper pain in his heart.
Kobeni
The two of you did not mix well. You were her emotional support, her smile at the end of every day, and when she saw that side of you, her own guilt led to your own, only leading to an unhealthy cycle that would leave the two of you emotionally ruptured but needing each other more than ever. Days would be spent in bed until your melancholy only became another aspect of a troubled relationship.
Hi I saw your "jjk girls struggling to open a soda can for you" and it was so funny
I'm wondering if you could do the same for the chainsaw man girls
The chainsaw man girls struggling to open a soda can for you
A/n:I'm glad you liked it as it was one of my favorite things to write hope you enjoy this too. Also this is my first post with actual fami so say hi to her. Spoilers for the last chapter in the last 2 parts
Makima
"Sure thing darling"
She smiles sweetly and takes the can from you before trying to open it. Her expression morphing into a confused one when she can't
Makima is a devil, not only that a horseman of apocalypse, not to mention the head of public safety. To put it simply she's incredibly strong, way stronger than any normal human and definitely strong enough to open a normal soda can
So she's not only surprised that it's taking her this much, but also annoyed, not specifically at the fact that she can't open a soda can but at the fact that she can't open a soda can that you asked her to open, you, the most important person in makima's life, she swore to do everything for you and she's not breaking that promise for a damn soda can
"You don't mind if I'm a little rough with it right?"
"Huh? No sure go ahead I guess"
"Good, thanks"
She places the can on the table and backs away
"Please stand back a bit love"
"O-ok"
She points her finger at the can and aims at lid
"Bang!"
The force hits the can as it falls to the ground
"Ah, I'm glad, it was a bit harder than expected, but I'm happy I could help yo-"
"It's still closed"
"............what?"
"Look"
You hold out the can to makima as she sees that not only is the lid still on but the can looks totally unfazed
Makima looks genuinely shocked before she makes her creepy and uncanny smile and closes her eyes
"Oh really? What a surprise, say darling do you mind putting it back on the table"
".....sure"
You do that a bit worried at what she's going to do
"And remember to stand back, I don't want you to get caught up in anything"
".......makima, what are you-"
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changes completely as makima opens her horseman eyes to reveal they're glowing even more and a red halo appears on her head
"WAIT NO-"
[A bit later]
You and makima exit her office with her looking completely traumatized
"......it still.......didn't work"
"P-please calm down ok?"
Power
She's so smug from the moment you ask her to help you
"Of course you would ask the great power for help"
"Don't start now"
"Do not fret human! For I, the almighty power shall open this accursed can that's causing my love so much trouble"
She thinks this is gonna be easy as pie, and also wants to show off, so she just tries to open it with a finger while her eyes are closed
"Here you go! This demonstration of my strength was exactly what I needed for-"
"You didn't do anything"
".........huh?"
She opens her eyes to see that she indeed did not open the lid
"What!? Give it to me!"
She tries once again this time with both hands and her mouth with no avail and starts gritting her teeth and sweating
"Are you OK power? You don't need to do it if you c-"
"No! I will conquer this can!"
At this point it's a personal matter so she makes a blood axe and tries to slice the can open only for her mouth to drop when nothing changes
"W-WHAT!"
"OK that's actually weird"
She then makes some smaller blood spears and starts stabbing the can only for it to not work too
She eventually gives up and calls denji, when even he in his chainsaw man form can't open or hurt the can at all of you start running to aki thinking it's a devil or something
Himeno
"Can I get a kiss if I do it?~"
You sigh but giggle a bit at her flirting and hand her the can
Himeno has opened so many beer cans in her life and even if this isn't the same it's still a can so it should still be no problem for her
........except it is
"Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
"The can's not opening"
"Really? Weird"
"Yeah"
She checks to see if she's accidentally using her ghost devil powers but no, she can still touch the can, it's just not opening for some reason
She tries again but gives up pretty quickly when she realizes nothing's working
"I give up, i need a drink"
"That easily?"
"Call aki if you really wanna open it"
"Alright I guess"
".............can I still get the kiss though?"
Kobeni higashiyama
"H-huh? You want me to open it?"
She's a bit confused on why you asked her specifically, she's really not that strong after all, definitely not stronger than you, but she did have to open a ton of cans for her job so maybe it's because of that
"O-oh, sorry it seems stuck"
"That's fine, I'll just not drink it"
"N-no, let me try more"
She tries again using a napkin but even that fails and she starts getting irritated
She really wants to open this can for you. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she couldn't do something that simple for her love? But she also really doesn't want to ask anyone for help and doesn't have enough money to buy you another one so she has no choice: she has to open this can
She takes out her knife and tries to slice the lid open but somehow that still doesn't work
At this point she's sweating and panicking and super embarrassed so she eventually gives up and gives you the can back while blushing
"I-i'm so sorry y/n"
"Don't apologize it's fine, no one can open that anyway"
"R-really?"
"Yeah I gave it power and she was so mad about it"
"Hehe, t-that makes me feel a bit better"
Quanxi
She just nods silently and takes the can from your hands
Not only is quanxi one of the most powerful devil hunters there is she is also a very physically strong and muscular woman so opening cans and jars for the people she loves is something she happily does almost daily and with ease
"Hm?"
"Is everything OK?"
"........don't worry, I got it"
She now tries again this time using her full force and it still doesn't budge so she puts it on the table and just glares at it before getting up
".....quanxi, where are you going?"
"I'll open the can"
".........that's not what I was......nevermind"
Whenever she comes back you notice she has her swords with her which you're very worried about
"W-what are you doing?"
"Opening the can for you, stand back"
One single slash from her Dao is enough to kill a devil, so why the heck is this can still not only intact but open
"..................."
At this point the fiends come in the room because or the noise and each of them try to open the can still failing
"Girls please stop I'll just get-"
"No, you asked for this can to open and so we'll open it!"
"Halloween!"
At a certain point quanxi stops them and still stands in front of the can glaring at it
"............"
You see her about to take off her eyepatch and turn into crossbow form so you hug her and she calls down.......still glaring at the can though
Asa mitaka/yoru
"Huh? Uh......sure ok"
Asa knows she's not strong, but she at least hopes to be strong enough to open a soda can especially since it's for you
The more she struggles, the more embarrassed and red she gets, she seriously can't even open a can!?
"It's fine if you can't I can just get another one"
Asa sighs and blushes even more at you smiling at her before starting to put the can back on the table
"Thank you, seriously though what's that can ma-"
"You really can't even open a soda can for y/n? How more pathetic can you get?"
".......ok no I'll do it"
Normally, she'd just brush off one of yoru's many insults, but for some reason, this time, she couldn't just let it go, simply because it was for you, the person who asa wakes up every day thankful to have in her life. You make her life worth living by just loving her she CAN open a soda can for you
.....Yeah, it turns out she can't, when she eventually gave up she put her head on the table incredibly embarrassed and upset
"See? Pathetic"
"If you're so sure of yourself then you try it!"
"That's what I was going to do in the first place"
Asa raises her head and you see that now she has scars on her face and her eyes are ringed
"Hey yoru, wanna try too?"
"Obviously, it's just asa who's weak, how hard to open can a soda can b-"
The words die in her mouth as she tries to open the lid but can't
"What the-"
She tries again but nothing works and now she's pissed off
Sure, yoru might have gotten over what happened with chainsaw man. Thanks in no small part to you, but she can't withstand a humiliation like this, especially because it's in front of the only human she actually cares about. She's the war horseman for crying out loud, she rejoices in killing humans and bloodshed and she can't open a soda can
She continues until she's breathing heavily and her face is completely red but still won't give up
"..........hey-"
"Before you ask, no you can't go and turn a random human into a weapon to help you"
".......dammit"
She tries using her powers on the can itself though and it still doesn't work somehow, which causes her to rage completely now
She kicks and steps on the can angrily while insulting it, she eventually runs out of energy and sets down on the table in the same position her host was before
Fami
"O-oh me? S-sure, g-give it here"
Her strength is one of the very few things fami is confident in. She's a horseman of apocalypse so she's always been strong and using that strength to protect you or help you is a great way to show her love for you
"H-huh? W-what?"
"Is everything OK?"
"Y-yeah don't worry.....i-i got it"
Her smile fades faster than ever as she tries again and nothing changes, this has never happened before why is it happening in front of you now?
"....uh.....fami..."
"N-no y/n i-i can do it"
Tears start coming out of her eyes as she tries pulling the lid off with her teeth
"Fami, please stop I'll just get another one"
"*sniffles n-no please i-i'm close *sniffles*"
Eventually her older sister sees her struggling and asks if she can help but fami refuses because she doesn't want to embarrass herself even more
When she understands she can't do it she just starts crying uncontrollably
"Waaaaaahhhh!! I'm sorry y/n *sniffles* I'm so useless I can't even open a can for you!"
"I-it's ok fami, everything's all right"
After that you have to comfort her a lot.... and she starts tearing up every time she sees a soda can
Death/ (D) fami
She puts down her won food and wordlessly takes the can
Death knows she's the right woman/devil for the job. not only is she literally the strongest devil ever she also has to have opened thousands of soda cans with how many times she goes to fast food restaurants
She tries, thinking this is going to go as easily as the other countless times but is happy on the inside as she gets to do this for you
".......death are you sure you've got it? You've been going on for like 5 minutes"
"......oh"
She didn't even notice it had been that long, since she was focused on only opening the can. When she tries again this time at full force she starts noticing that it's actually not working
Her expression still doesn't change however, she's determined to do this for you, she tries for another 5 to 10 minutes before realizing how weird this actually is
This girl could singlehandedly wipe out the entirety of humanity if she wanted to (not that she'd ever actually do it) but now she's struggling to open a soda can
"............"
"It's fine if you don't-"
"No, I just need some help"
"Wha-"
You suddenly see the falling devil just appear behind her and you can't believe she actually summoned a primal devil to open a can
"What do you need of me, mademoiselle?"
"Open this soda can"
"............pardon?"
Falling devil tries opening it with her many arms, but it still doesn't work, then she uses her powers on it, but even while falling under pressure that would kill a human....the soda can doesn't budge at all
Death unsummons falling devil and looks at the can actually mad at this point, it's the first time you've seen her with anything resembling anger on her face
"........I can buy you more later right?"
"....y-yeah why?"
You see her summoning the guillotine devil this time and just sigh, glad that you decided to get take out because she would have totally done this in public too
When even guillotining it doesn't work death is fed up with the can and just throws it out of the window and resumes eating
The next day she brought you like 15 different soda cans to apologize
"You know you really didn't have to do this right?"
"I failed you, this is my apology"
"It's really nothing but I know you're not going to return this so....."
You hand her one of the cans
"Let's just split these"
Death just stared at the can in your hands with even more rage
"No, please keep them to yourself"
You're very shocked as this is the first time she has ever refused any food or drink
".....o-ok"
.......did a soda can manage to scare the death devil?
drabble | f!reader x various f!characters | hurt/comfort | 2.1k
Thinking about the warmth that lingered the air after the bath, you both shared. She sat behind you on the plastic lid of the off-white, ceramic toilet, her gaze stuck to the wall between your frame and the mirror. A poor excuse from how her eyes begged to wander further down your form.
Grey smoke curled in the air as it chassed the ceiling, creating a particular blend of nicotine, humidity, and shampoo her senses knew already too well. This had become some sort of ritual. After any mission you both accomplished, you'd share a bath in your shared apartment. It was logical, after all. It saved on the water bill and avoided any of you staining some part of the house with blood while waiting for the other to finish. Besides, it was obvious that none of you cared about your scarred forms mirroring one another.
The water was long gone from the tub, leaving in its stead grime and dirt from both your bodies. She had followed the foaming trail of body wash that had trailed down the outside of your knee. Resisting the urge to touch, to feel your scarred skin beneath her fingertips. But now, all that remained on the white ceramic was a small poodle of bloody water and a mix of dust and dirt.
Today had been particularly rough, she sighed, her eyes finally falling on your half-naked form. Your hip was plopped against the sink, your frame dressed in only your matching black bra and panties. It wasn't anything extravagant, more practical than anything, really, a simple elastic band and stretchy fabric. No lace nor underwires for it had been picked in a hurry at a convenience store.
And to her, gone were the days when her cheeks flushed and heartbeat sped at the sight of your naked form. A sort of normalcy had settled, the domestic kind that could only bloom in a trusted environment, something she couldn't imagine without you. It was the kind of domesticity that only came from two women with scars rivaling one another. It only came from two humans with nothing left to lose, for every day might as well be their last.
She slowly brought the cigarette back to her lips, inhaling the smoke before blowing it in the opposite direction from you. She didn't normally smoke indoors, definitely not in your presence since you've made it quite clear that you despise its smell. But today hadn't been normal, and it seemed you shared the sentiment since you didn't say a word at the first flicker of her lighter.
Today's mission was supposed to be easy, the 'kill and go' kind of duty. However, things are never that simple. Especially in this line of work, and, especially with the feelings she felt for the woman 3 feet away from her. She flickered the ash in the drain of the bathtub, always letting the heat get closer than necessary to her fingertips. Today had been too fucking close. Your body before her proved of such.
The wounds had stopped bleeding after a while, but the limp in your movements was evident. Scratches traveled your legs, cuts littered your arms, interrupting the constellation of your moles. She'd seen you, meet the ground, and for one frightful second, she saw what she dreaded most, acceptance behind a wall of fear.
She'd saved you, naturally.
None of you had mentioned it ever since and you had remained silent for the better part of the day, but she wanted to talk about it, wanted to grip your shoulders and shake you until you understood how miserable she'd be if you left. She wanted you to feel how she felt ever since you walked into her life.
Not today, though, never today. Maybe tomorrow, if you even had one. If you both survived again.
It was silent but far from calm. Your wet hair from the previous bath often released one or two droplets of water that met the sink in a low 'plop'.
She watched as you racked your hands through it. It was darker than usual and already curling at the ends. You sighed, too focused on your predicament to notice her balant stating.
She took another hit, leaning against the backrest of the toilet as her eyes followed your hands, reaching for the straightener. It was a ritual she was familiar with. The pattern of your hair had always been too bothersome for you. 'It's too much work', you complained when she asked. Maybe that's one of the many things she loved about you, the routine. She loved how consistent, reliable, strong, you truly were. She never knew she needed that in her life until now.
"You know…" she started, her voice not a whisper, but not her usual tone either.
"You don't have to straighten it all the time, I like the way it curls."
She hummed, propping her elbows on her knees and resting her chin on one of her hands while the other twirled the burning nicotine.
She didn’t look away, her gaze traveling from the back of your head to the drain as she gently shook the ash off the cigarette. You scoffed, but it seemed softer.
"Please, you don't know what you're talking about. You've never seen it."
You were right, to some extent. No matter how damaging it, you always straightened your hair while still damp and sometimes even when it dripped with water.
You leaned towards the mirror, your back creating an arch she wished she could trace with the tip of her nail and watch as it caught on the ragged skin.
Your nakedness wasn't erotic, it never really was.
Finally, she allowed her eyes to wander. As if she hadn't memorized every single dip and shadow of your skin.
"I've seen it." She finally retorted, quiet. Smoke escaped her lips as it curled under the light of the mirror.
"That one time, when you fell asleep in the bathtub after that mission in the city center. Your hair was a mess, wet, wild."
A pause.
"I didn't wake you up on purpose." She added, plastering a smile on her lips in hopes to hide just how much she meant each word.
"It was beautiful."
She tapped the butt of the cigarette against the poodle of bloodied water, a faint scent of burnt paper briefly filling the room before slowly dissipating through the humid air.
She turned back to you, your mouth parting to release one of those bratty retorts you never run out of. Only for a loud curse to fend the air instead.
"Shit!'
It hit like a flare in the dark.
She halted for an instant, reaching for her weapon (which she stupidly came to realize had been thrown somewhere across the apartment). She quickly made her way to your side. But as her frame stood beside yours, all she noticed was the sharp hiss of water touching burning iron. That's when she saw it, the straightener, knocked over, contrasting over the white porcelain of the sink. Steam slowly rose from your forearm, where heat had kissed skin.
You squirmed, a string of charming words escaping your lips as your healthy hand instinctively tried to slap over the burn. She stopped it before you could worsen the situation.
"Damn it, stupid."
In one smooth motion, —without panic, she grabbed your wrist, pulling it under the freezing tap water even as you weakly tried to pull away.
"You always do this."
She murmured, watching as the burn became more prominent under clear water. She didn't let go.
"Always rush into things."
The statement hung heavier than the smoke that still lingered the air. This wasn't about burns, nor about hair. It was about everything.
You didn't answer, she didn't expect you to. The mark on your arm seemed to have settled on a proper Vermilion shade, and when you tried once more to break her grip, she didn't relent.
She could see the tension in your jaw. You were probably clenching your teeth so hard they could break, but you didn't even choke out a surprised noise. Through your pain, your healthy arm reached for support. Finding it in her cotton shirt, bunching up the fabric as you gripped it like a lifeline. Your face falling soon after in the crook of her neck.
It was more contact than usual. You both knew it. Especially her, she'd grown close enough to you to recognize the pattern drawing itself before her eyes. Maybe it was because of how easily you almost died today. Maybe it was everything altogether, but she knew you'd bottled up enough.
She let the tap run, the steam rise, adjusting her hold on your wrist with silent authority.
"No," she sighed, her gaze stuck on the wet strands of your hair. "You don't get to pull away." Her voice wasn't loud, it didn't need to be.
"You can clench your teeth from getting the living daylights punched out of you, walk home with a broken rib, and make yourself coffee as if nothing—" a pause, "but one burn? You fall apart."
She turned slightly, placing herself between you and the sink. Blocking the view of the mirror as if this moment couldn't even be witnessed by the two of you. She looked at you, really did.
"…I saw you today." There, she said it. And regretted it instantly when she felt your body tense. The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop it. "When you went down, when I thought you—"
She cut herself off, chewing on her bottom lip as her fingers slowly released their deathly hold over your wrist to softly trace over a cut from last week. Sliding her hands down your forearm, fingertips dancing off ragged wounds. One from last month, another from a few days ago. Some healed, others not quite but each painted in the canvas of her mind.
Nuzzled in her neck, you didn't answer. Your grip over her white cotton sleep shirt never relenting. For a moment, or perhaps longer, none of you spoke nor moved. Not until you shifted and slowly rose your head from where it rested moments before.
Your damp hair hung over your face, hiding half of it from her view. But it did little to hide the downturn of your lips and the tightness around your eyes. You didn't pull away yet, your burnt forearm having long given up resisting the freezing cold of the water.
After a beat, you breathed out. Your sigh slightly shaky, a mix between a scoff and a laugh. As if you, yourself, couldn't decide whether to shrug it off or finally snap. She didn't know which she wished for, either.
When you finally parted your lips, your voice was rough. She'd go as far as to say hoarse, but that would be too close to admitting how dampness had met her neck. Dampness she knew that wasn't from your hair.
"I hate this," you finally whispered out, never lifting your gaze to meet hers but staring at the mirror instead. "Hate how you… always see it."
The pause stretched as she waited for you to elaborate without her prompting your words forward. She'd learned to choose her words carefully so as not to frighten you away from opening up, akin to a wounded animal.
One breath, then another.
"I saw its face when it lunged at me, and I swear, just for a second, I wanted to let it take me." You swallowed, the grimace on your face making her wince. "Not because I was scared," she begged to differ, "Because, what if we're already ghosts? Awaiting fate's judgment? Just walking around pretending we'll live long enough to get old?"
Your gaze shifted, from your reflection in the mirror to the straightener on the side of the sink. Dancing across the wrinkles that had formed on her shoulder before finally meeting her eyes.
"And then you pulled me back," you croaked, your voice uncharacteristically small,"…like you always do."
A pause.
"Why do you keep on saving me if we already know how this ends?"
Her breath stopped. For a second, she felt the way your words carved themselves in her ribs. Not because they were new, but because she knew. Knew the shape of that truth like a blade in her own palm.
Suddenly, she moved. Almost foolishly, her hands rose, letting go of your wrist and waist to reach up, to tangle in the back of your hair and pull. Not enough to hurt, God knew you both had enough of that today, but to force eye contact. To stop your gaze from fleeting hers. Her voice became lower with something embarrassingly close to desperation.
"Because I don't care about how this ends."
A beat, her thumb brushing over your pulse point, leaning closer to your weary face, the scent of ash and smoke blending with your sweet body wash.
"I only care that you keep breathing until it does, and I'll save you over and over again, just to witness you bathe beside me."
HIMENO, Arlecchino, Acheron, Zani, Maki Zenin, SHOKO IEIRI, Trigger + any of your favs!
A/n: Inspired by Rekino's smau posts. I realised I hadn't actually made any smau posts of my own yet, so I figured I'd give it a try. I might make a part 2 if enough people like this one. I hope you all enjoy!
Ft. Makima, Power, Fox Devil, Himeno, Michiko Tendo and Death Devil
◇ Aki loves physical affection and touch. It's hid first choice when you need comfort and the thing he always seeks out
◇ He loves resting his head in your lap while you stroke his hair
◇ The last to let go in every hug
◇ He gives you short little kisses to say hello and goodbye, but he loves a proper, long lasting kiss.
○ Makima ○
◇ Makima keeps you close by either holding onto your hand or your waist
◇ Her affection can feel a bit stiff at times. And she doesn't like receiving clearly as much as she does giving
◇ Often small touches linger for just long enough to become something more. Especially when she fixes your hair
◇ Is especially gentle when she kisses you on your lips
○ Denji ○
◇ Denji isn't subtle about his admiration of your bust, but he isn't a jerk, he wouldn't touch you in public or without your permission
◇ He likes to lay his head on your chest. Both for the cushion and the sound of your heartbeat
◇ Awkward and inexperienced when it comes to kissing, but still very eager
◇ He absolutely loves when you kiss around his jaw and neck
○ Power ○
◇ Power isn't especially fond of physical affection. She doesn't hate it, but to her it's sappy to be focused on it
◇ That said she loves a super close, firm hug
◇ Likes to hide behind you to try and dodge lectures or work assignments
◇ She enjoys when you stroke her hair gently, but doesn't usually sit still for you to comb it
○ Kishibe ○
◇ Kishibe is pretty reserved in the early stages of a relationship, as he's always expecting someone to leave or wind up dead, but the first sign of affection is a hug after you survive a rough mission
◇ Likes when you sit on his lap
◇ He's very intense when it comes to kissing
◇ likes to share a bed, and likes when you wind up half-laying on him to sleep.
○ Himeno ○
◇ She's most clingy when she's drunk and at that point, you have about thirty seconds before she attaches herself to you like a koala to a tree
◇ Always tries to make you blush from kisses or hugs in public
◇ Fidgets a lot when it comes to sleeping or cuddles
◇ She'll swing your hands if you do hold them while walking
○ Kobeni Higashiyama ○
◇ Very, very timid when it comes to PDA. Short kisses on the cheek are about as far as she'll go
◇ She likes to hug you around your waist
◇ Even when she does warm up to the idea of public affection, she rarely is the one to initiate it
◇ Very, very gentle with you at all times
○ Angel Devil ○
◇ Really has no strong preferences about how open you are with affection
◇ Not too big on kissing, as he finds it most impractical finding some kind of barrier that's usable for it
◇ Likes to rest his head on your (fully clothed) shoulder
◇ Prefers when you do most of the work, but whether you're kissing or running your hands over him, he's quite responsive
characters: hayakawa aki, kishibe, yoshida hirofumi, himeno
summary: they hate you, they can feel it in their bones, but at the first opportunity to kiss you? who wouldn't take that chance?
warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, some name-calling, somebody tries to lush to get y/n's number in yoshida's, kishibe is in his late 20s bc holy smokes he would outshine the whole cast if he is was younger in the anime no lie, kishibe is also a little flirty in this bc that's how he was when he was younger, smoking, drinking (y/n gets a little tipsy), reference to nsfw themes but its legit just the lines "you need an s/o bc you're so tense all the time" and "we didn't... did we?", y/n and kishibe go home together, also a bit suggestive in himeno's part
↣ hayakawa aki
if there was anything he hated more than anything, aki absolutely despised slackers. anyone who postponed their work til the last minute, and for the result to be the most sloppy piece of shit he has ever seen. which is why he didn't understand why makima would ever think of hiring someone like you as a devil hunter.
you stood there, your uniform messily put on — for god's sake, your tie was undone, just hanging around your neck! even power and denji dressed better than you. how could these devils do better than a devil hunter?
you sat atop makima's desk, getting the crumbs of your sandwich all over her furniture. aki visibly cringed. how could you be so careless?
it wasn't like you were unattractive, it's just the way you acted at work that made aki dislike you. and in front of your superior. truthfully, the only reason makima hired you was because of your amazing skill as a hunter without the use of contracts. if you weren't so useful...
when he first met you, aki would admit, he was intrigued. you were pretty, and makima had brought you in to interview you. you were splattered in devil's blood, and you looked serious.
yet the moment that you locked eyes with aki, your demeanour changed. you were suddenly so sloppy. he saw the way you held out your bloodied hand to shake his, how you lazily threw your dirty coat on the couch. he knew from then on, that your looks were a waste, perhaps.
"are you finished, y/n?" makima asked, walking into her office in her trench coat. aki was called there for a morning briefing, so imagine his disappointment when he saw you instead. you nodded your head, hopping off the desk and sweeping the mess you made into the nearby bin. "good. now, you two are teaming up for your next mission."
aki wanted to refuse, so badly. he watched as you tugged on your loose collar, shirt not even tucked in, and stood beside him. he listened to makima outline the upcoming mission, and also listened to how often you yawned or shifted in your spot. you seemed so unintetrsted.
aki's never been on a mission with you, but he's seen the mess you leave behind, more than he would've left. and he's seen you guiltlessly nap in the car while everyone else cleaned up your leftovers.
you were careless when you fought, as seen when you dodge under the attack of a devil and trip over debris on the floor. aki slides in with his unpowered sword, slicing the mutated arm away and shielding you from another attack.
"get up, dumbass!" he calls, looking over his shoulder to see you brushing off dust from your lap.
"relax, geez. i'm up, i'm up." you scoff back, picking up your weapon again. aki wanted to slap some sense into you. "i'm so tired, let's get this done."
the fight continued on until it was at what seemed to be the climax. you were both beaten down, the devil on the brink of giving up. but you gripped your weapon tighter, rushing towards the enemy with determination. you were growing tired of this fight, both mentally and physically. you were imagining yourself at home, in front of the tv with some food in your hands. anywhere but here.
"aki?" you call, looking around the scene. you couldn't find him, and it was worrying you. "aki!"
you were met with silence, making you scowl and continue on trying to defeat the devil. maybe by then, you'll be able to find him and bring him back to makima for help. god, you hated dead weight.
with a few attacks landing on the devil, aki finally stands from his position beneath debris. he had been hit into a wall, making the ceiling fall over him. when he had made himself visible. you glance at him, relieved.
"y/n..." he heaves, drawing his sword. he was bleeding from his shoulders and you could count the tears and cuts in his uniform. and he blamed you for being dirty...
before you can speak, the devil immediately charges towards him. you widen your eyes, racing after it. "aki!"
he breathes in heavily, trying to gather his focus. but his vision is just so blurry that he can't think properly. the blood he's lost has already made him hazy, all he can hear is the loud footsteps of the devil. his joints click and falter as he tries to take his normal fighting stance. he's weak and you can see it.
with all your might, you rush towards him. you couldn't let him die, not someone as strong and admirable as him. while you knew he disliked you (aki definitely wasn't the most subtle), you couldn't deny his worth as a hunter, and as a person. you looked up to him.
aki doesn't know what is happening until he sees you jump high in the air and thrust your weapon to pierce through the devil's skin, knocking it off course. as it skids to the side, you tumble to the ground, rolling on the ground and getting dirt and blood all over you. aki blinks, clueless.
"are you alright, aki?" you huff out, tired. he slowly hums in confirmation. you send him a smile, which makes him gulp. "that's a relief."
the devil turns back to him though, not stopping on its tracks to get to aki. by this time, you're in front of your co-worker, holding your weapon to prepare yourself. with a deep breath, you wait for the devil to come closer before dealing the final blow, ending the devil's life.
once the devil falls lifeless, you let out a loud whine, "agh, finally! ah, i'm so beat!" you fall to the floor, knees giving out beneath you. aki watches you stay on the ground, wiping the sweat off from your brow. with a click of his tongue, he falls to the ground as well. you turn to look at him, blinking. "ah, aki. that devil really fucked you up, huh?"
you laugh makes him even more weak. you move closer to him, taking his chin and turning his head to see his bruises. "we should get you back to the office. i'll patch you up before denji and power see you, alright? they'd piss themselves seein' you like this." you joke, patting his shoulder. your carefree attitude was so irritable...but he couldn't deny that your words made him feel lighter.
so when he pushes forward and presses his lips to yours, he knows why his heart pulses harder when he's around you. he likes you. his palm rests on your neck to hold you in place, making you lean your hands on both sides of his waist to balance yourself. aki squeezes his eyes shut, as if to keep himself from seeing your shocked face.
you were speechless, frozen. but once you settled in, you kissed him back. you tasted like blood — maybe that was his own since he cut his lip — but neither of you seemed to mind. his harsh hand against the back of your head suddenly goes soft, trailing down to brush your cheek.
he sighed against your lips, upturned brows. he felt like he needed this. he needed you.
aki was mysterious with his true feelings, but this was the first glimpse into them. you let out a small sigh as you pull away.
"you—..." you mumble out, covering your mouth as you sit up straight. his hand leaves your cheek, now gripping the debris beneath him. he felt so embarrased. "idiot aki. c'mon, let's get outta' here first."
you heave aki over your shoulder, his arm over while yours is wrapped around his middle. he was also speechless, blushing so red that he kept his head down so you couldn't see. his heart was beating faster at your touch. but to kiss you? he was truly crazy, wasn't he?
↣ kishibe
"can you smoke somewhere else?" you scoff, bringing your glass to your lips. the rest of the room was filled with slight chatter, the sound if cups being clinked together.
"you see any spare seats at this bar?" kishibe asks, putting his lighter away into his pocket. the bar allowed smoking, one of the only bars in the neighbourhood that still did. he watched you roll your eyes and finish your drink, asking the bartender for another. "you're so uptight, ya'know?"
"you're the most annoying person i've ever been paired up with." you groan, watching your glass get refilled. you take your glass once more and glare at kishibe. "those things kill you."
"you drink." he says, putting down his own cold alcoholic beverage. you click your tongue at him. "you act like you're so much better than me."
"you smoke and drink, you smug asshole." you grunt, feeling a little woozy from the past hour of non-stop drinking you and kishibe have been partaking in.
this was his idea, saying that you needed to wind down. you enjoyed a few drinks every now and then, but today had been particularly hard on you. makima was really ripping into after a devil got away, making you go after them again with your partner present this time. you felt embarrassed at your loss. as much as you were strong, kishibe hated how weak you were.
there was no denying that you were somewhat talented, so why weren't you getting stronger? kishibe was already tired from his own work, but when he was paired with you, his job got even harder. you were lazy with your work, leaving hints of your weaknesses everywhere you stepped. and you wondered why. kishibe couldn't handle how much if a rule-follower you were when your strength wasn't anything impressive. sometimes he'd with you'd abandon your work and finally leave all this stuff behind. such an attractive person like you shouldn't be burning their brain trying to work as a devil hunter.
"why don't you just drink and shut up?" kishibe huffs, keeping his cigarette between his fingers. he blew the smoke into the air above you, making you cover your nose and scowl at him. you hated smoking, all the reason why you disliked being partnered up with him. he wasn't kishibe without his smokes. "you're do tense all the time, you need a girlfriend or boyfriend or something. maybe you'll relax a lil'."
"and you're telling me to shut up." you groan, waving the smoke away. kishibe rolls his eyes leaning his elbows into the counter. "you know what, kishibe? i've seriously had enough of—of your attitude."
he watches you down glass after glass; it was kicking in, the alcohol. he was wondering how long it would take before you started slurring your words. it was subtle, but kishibe has never seen you like this, not yet at least. it would be a fun way to tease you tomorrow morning when you come in to work. you glare at him, blinking a few times. he waited impatiently for you to collect your words.
"ever since i met you, you've been a pain in my ass, always runnin' your pretty mouth and rolling your pretty eyes at me." you complain, continuing to drown yourself in the sweet drinks you were taking. kishibe sighs to himself, already knowing that you'll be too drunk to pay your own bill. he pulls out his wallet to start counting bills as you go on to 'insult' him. he'd have to be careful now, he was starting to feel the alcohol too. "if you weren't so strong, i'd kick your ass myself!"
"oh yeah?" he says, deciding on when to stop you from ordering. he calls down the bartender for a few more glasses for you and himself. "you're too weak to pull somethin' like that, sweetheart. can't even hold your own against a low rank devil. need someone strong to protect you, huh?"
"what? says who?" you say, voice raising a little. he hated it when you did that, it was so annoying. you were so childish for someone only a year younger than him. "i was doing perfectly fine without you! makima needed me to babysit you..."
"what are you even goin' on about?" he huffs, taking in some smoke, "do you even know what i'm saying? are you that drunk?"
while you were a little tipsy, you definitely weren't drunk. you were just slurring your words a little, but you were conscious. you weren't saying anything you wouldn't say sober. you knew what you were doing, and how you were acting.
"'course not, shithead. i'm not getting drunk in front of you." you tell him, gulping down another drink. he thinks that maybe your tolerance is moderately high. "i'm just sayin', you're never gonna' get married if you're like that. you're lucky i tolerate you, somebody has to."
he raises a brow at that, then taking one last huff of his cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray provided. "so you're saying i'll only get married if my romantic partner tolerates me?"
"duh." you scoff, tilting your head at him. was he getting drunk? it was also your heightened confidence that he found annoying.
"and you're the only one who tolerates me?" kishibe presses.
"yeah." you answer so quickly that you don't even think. once you realise what you've said, you put your glass down. your face was burning now, and you didn't know whether it was because of the drinks or him. he chuckles. "shut up..."
"mhm." he hums out, now leaning close to you. your shoulders nearly press against each other. he sees no sign of you moving away, but you begin to stare at him, unable to figure out which eye to look at. "you wanna' kiss me?"
you let out a small sigh, glancing down at his lips for a second. but you harden your stare in his eyes.
"or are you asking me to kiss you?" he offers. your eyes widen a little at that, and it seems he has his answer already. but you were so cute like this, he just had to tease you. "but i've been smoking. it'll taste like it, y'know?"
"just let me find out." you mumble, placing a hand on the side of his stool, against his thigh, "kiss me once?"
"well, shit." he chuckles out, now resting a hand on your cheek. you blink at him, feeling comfortable against his palm. "you've got a little crush on me."
you furrow your brows and mumble out, "s—so?"
"ain't that cute?" he says, brushing his thumb against your cheek, "you're not gonna' slap me if i kiss you, are ya'?"
"only if you keep on wasting time." you huff, fist against the bar top. you would never ask him something like this out of the blue. but the atmosphere around you both... it felt suitable. a small smile dawns on his lips at your eagerness.
"fine." he sighs out, leaning forward and finally connecting lips with yours. you hold your breath, not really expecting him to do it. your hand on the stool tightens its grip as he slides his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. your lips were so soft, and warm. he can tell that you haven't kissed many people, but that doesn't matter. he never thought he'd be kissing you either.
he had been smoking for the past hour, so he did taste like smoke. while you hated the taste, now, it was sort of masked by the drinks you were both having. and you just couldn't get it out of your head that you were kissing kishibe. the man you kinda' hated.
the kiss didn't last as long as either of you would've wanted, but it's a public place and you only asked for a sample. when he pulls away, you open your eyes to see his smug smile that always makes you irritated. but this time, you're just plain embarrassed. he begins to laugh at you softly, making you click your tongue and push his face away.
"d—don't talk about it." you say, standing up and grabbing your coat. you pay for your drinks with a tip and avoid eye contact with your partner. he downs the rest of his drink and puts his own money down. you begin to walk to the exit before kishibe reaches out and holds your wrist. you glare back at him. "what?"
"can't let you go home all by yourself." he says, standing up and shrugging his trench coat on. you squint at him. "and you don't wanna' let lil' ol' me walk home alone either, do you? let's take a cab to yours."
"seriously?" you mumble under your breath, walking to the exit with him behind you. "fine... you can sleep on the couch."
"aw, such a pity."
↣ yoshida hirofumi
"yoshida, may i speak with you for a moment?" the teacher asks after the bell rings, making everyone in the class turn to their classmate. a playful 'ooh' rang around the room to tease him, making yoshida roll his eyes with a smile. the rest of the class begins to tidy their things up until the teacher speaks up again. "class president, please wait outside for a few minutes.
you look up from your desk, blinking at your teacher. but you nod your head. "yes, ma'am." you respond, fixing your uniform and taking your bag, heading outside with your friends.
yoshida can't help but roll his eyes at the way you walk out of the classroom, all preppy and gracious. you don't even look at him, as if he was scum compared to you. the two of you weren't friends and that was clear enough. you were the class president and needed to keep everyone in order. the rest of the class had liked you and you were friends with other classes too. but the only one who didn't like you was yoshida hirofumi.
you told him that the school didn't allow all those piercings and that the standard were the studs. but he came back the next day with another piercing, showing it off with a diamond earring that he wore once for the purpose of pissing you off. you reprimanded him, disliking his laidback attitude and how he didn't take school seriously. what a waste of a student. you knew plenty of people who would do way better in his position. someone like you knew this and hated that he didn't.
yoshida hated how uptight you were and how you were such a stickler for the rules. he knows that he's not a good student, but why were you always on his ass for it? there were other people in the class — hell, there were tons of other people in the school that you could've been paying attention to, but you chose him. he hated it so much.
"to cut it short, yoshida, your grades have been dropping severely." the teacher had said, making the student snap back into reality. he stands up straight again, nodding his head. "i've decided to allocate you a tutor for all of your classes. you and—"
"don't say l/n."
"... l/n will be meeting on your own terms to study. they're an excellent student and have tutored many of your classmates, yoshida, there is no need to worry." the teacher continued, handing him a stack of papers. he holds them, heaving them under his arms. "practice exams, practice essay, practice tests. you will go through all of these with l/n."
"seriously?" yoshida huffs out, rubbing the back of his neck, "for how long?"
"until your grades are better." the teacher explains, sitting down to grade their quiz from today, "i understand that the two of you aren't close, but make-do for now. you need to rely on them."
"i understand." he sighs, taking the work and leaving the classroom. he sees you standing next to the door, bag on your shoulder as you read a book. he wants to cringe at the cliché scene. "hey. you're tutoring me."
"i know." you respond, tucking your book into your bag and starting on your way, "we're heading to the city library."
"wait, what? you knew?" he says, falling into step beside you. you nod your head. he knits his brows at you as you exit the school. "great. now i gotta' spend months with you."
"just get your grades up and you're fine." you respond, looking to the sky for some patience. he was already getting annoying. "trust me, even a delinquent like you can pass the next exam."
"you talk a lotta' shit for a goody-two-shoes." he huffs, swinging his bag recklessly around. the two of you board a train towards the city and you take the papers from yoshida, flicking through them and making notes of what to teach him. he watches you from his spot beside you. "even your handwriting is blinding. why is it so... neat?"
"you mean readable?" you scoff, looking at him with an aggravated expression. why did he talk so much? "i'm doing this for you."
"why did you even agree to this if we don't like each other?" he asks you, watching the roof of the strangely empty train. you look back to the work, sorting them into sections. "you have a secret crush on me or something?"
"what? no, idiot." you scoff, shaking your head, "i just don't want you to fall behind. it'd be a shame for everyone else to graduate without you." he looks back to you, a surprised look on his face. but you look away, outside. "don't look too much into it, yoshida. just trying to keep the class average up."
"yeah, whatever..." he mumbles, going back to hating you. any sliver of you being genuinely nice was now gone. he just listened to the way the train rolled across the tracks. he listened to you scribble down your notes.
he had watched countless people confess to you. just yesterday, a girl handed you a bouquet of flowers — your favourite ones, apparently — and confessed to you that she had feeling for you for a year. but you rejected her, apologising and saying that you did not return her feelings. it felt somewhat cold, yoshida was watching from around the corner. luckily you didn't notice him, you probably would've told him off for not doing his class duties.
he never understood the appeal to you. why did so many people want you?
a few minutes kater, you were in the library, setting up your things in a private study area. you gave him some work to try out and pulled out your own things to do. he sighs, taking out his pencil case to write on the paper, "put on some music or something."
"this is a library, yoshida." you retort, rolling your eyes, "just do your work and show me when you're done."
"jesus, i can't believe people actually like you." he groans, leaning back in his chair. you blink at his insult. "i don't understand why everyone flocks around you and throw themselves in your direction."
"i'm the class president, people come to me for advice all the time. maybe if you showed up to class more than one a week you'd notice." you huff out, glaring at him, "people like me because i'm good help."
"singing your own praises?" he snickers, flipping through the booklet. he hated how confident you were in yourself when he really saw you as overbearing. even the way you sat there, writing with your perfect handwriting. "i can't deal with you, president."
"i couldn't tell." you sigh, standing up. he watches your movements. "i'm going to grab you a book go borrow for the next week. it has all you need to know on the book we studied this semester. i don't have enough time to explain everything to you before the exams since it's in a few months. but that book will help."
"yay..." he mumbles out, moving onto the next set of questions. he waited for you to come back with your stupid book, but enough time had passed that it was suspicious. he even finished the booklet that you gave him, and that took him a while. he looks around the library, seeing few people walking about. "where are they go? don't tell me they abandoned me here..."
he stands up, positive your stuff would stay safe, and begins to look through the aisles. he doesn't see you yet, and he's getting pissed out. you made him come here, and you just ditched? that's so 'un-presidently' of you.
but he hears your voice in the next aisle, sounding pissed off. like always, when you spoke to him.
"thank you for showing me where the book is, but i should get going." you say, yoshida standing at the other end of the aisle, out of your sight. he could see the boom you were holding and your stupid hair, but you were blocked off by someone else. "please leave me alone."
"aw, what? i help you find your book and this is the thank i get?" the taller person says, hand against the bookshelf to keep you from walking off. you roll your eyes at them. "c'mon, just your number, that's all i ask for."
"it's your job to help people in the library find their books. you work here." you explain, tucking the book under your arm, "i don't owe you anything other than a 'thank you'."
"well i take my 'thank you's in dates." they respond. yoshida sighs, clenching his fists and walking towards the both of you. "what's somebody gotta' do to land one with you—"
"leave 'em alone, asshole." yoshida scoffs, tugging the worker back and standing in between the both of you. you widen your eyes at him before looking away, a bit ashamed to need his help. but yoshida is glaring at the librarian. "they're not interested."
"shit man, i'm sorry, i didn't know they—"
"yeah whatever. get outta here." yoshida scoffs, rolling his eyes. the worker only looks his up and down before walking off, muttering under their breath. once they're gone, yoshida looms to you. "you good?"
"yeah..." you mumble out, rubbing your forehead, "people like that give me a headache.
"mhm." he huns out, seeing how you lean against the bookcase. you stared down st the analytical text in your hands. you were so embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. some like him, protecting you...
you look back up and see his smug face, and you just know that he's aware of how you're feeling.
"who would've guessed it? i had to come to the class president's aid." yoshida chimes, leaning a hand against the bolted down bookshelf. you scowl at him, closing your eyes. "i guess you owe me one now, huh?"
"and once again, you're an ass..." you retort. your little scrunched up face makes yoshida smile. genuinely. he scans your appearance before tilting his head at you.
"what is it that makes people fawn over you so much?" he questions, looking confused. you open your eyes to see him standing closer. "i mean, sure, you're cute, but that's about it, no? your stubbornness ruins it all. as soon as you open your mouth, i wanna burst my ear drums."
"whatever, yoshida. i don't care what you have to say." you mumble back at him.
"see? so mean." he chuckles, take another step closer. you notice but don't say anything, to which he notices as well. out of all the people who have liked you, he's surely standing the closest. you haven't pushed him away, which is strange. you'd usually be out in a second. but you stand your ground. he smiles at you. "how could anyone find that attractive?"
you look to the side for a split second, only for yoshida to come unbearably closer. you can feel his breath on your cheek and his shoulder is against yours. his other hand stays in his pocket while the other braces himself. you hold your own breath.
"maybe people only like your pretty face." he says, not missing a beat as his hand slides down to hold the shelf beside your torso. his wrist slightly grazes your body. you shiver for a second, standing up straighter. yoshida pays attention. "you think so, y/n?"
"no, i—i don't." you stammer. yoshida is surprised when he feels you grasp his shirt, making him lean back jut enough to see your expression. you could barely hold your glare. so cute. "i'm... i'm a good person, so that's why—"
"that's the first thing people notice when they look at you. your looks." he claims, making your face burn hot. but yoshida just smiles at you. "you sayin' i'm wrong?"
you scoff at him, "why are you so close anyway...?" he raises his brows at you, eyes flicking to your lips for more than a second. you realise what he's looking at before you speak again. "yoshida...?"
"you don't seem to mind..." he trails off, "you can always push me away if i get too close..."
you don't say anything as he gets closer and closer until suddenly, he's kissing you. yoshida's hand stays at the shelf to hold himself up, but his other one gently holds your hand against his chest. you're kissing back before you can even think, your other hand still holding onto the book.
he tastes a bit savoury, probably because of the hot lunch he had before. but the drink he had on the table where you two were studying, is sweet. the mixture entices you as you as you are the one to deepen the kiss, pushing forward and catching yoshida by surprise.
you let out a small squeak; it was obvious you weren't experienced. with how seriously you took school, how could you be? yoshida didn't have his fair share of partners either but, he was so gentle with you.
when he pulls away, he opens his eyes to see your dazed look towards him. you gulp once you regain your sense of thought, then leaning back.
"i'm sorry, i—"
"i guess you're not a terrible kisser." he interrupts you, standing up straight and keeping his hands to himself. you feel somewhat relieved, but you nudge yoshida in the stomach due to embarrassment. "hey, stop. maybe that's why people like you."
"i don't go around kissing everyone, shit for brains." you claim, shoving the book into his chest. he stands back with an 'oof', watching you walk out of the aisle.
"so it's just me?" he chuckles, jogging to catch up with you. you glare at him. "how lucky."
↣ himeno
himeno didn't understand why aki spoke so highly of you. her friend, whose opinion was usually right, explained that you were a tremendous hunter and that you were highly respected. so why are you in her apartment, in your shirt and underwear, and eating out of her fridge?
"morning." you say, seeing the groggy himeno coming out of her room. she blinks cluelessly at you. "you hungry? i made breakfast."
"the hell are you doing here?" she grunts, walking closer to you in a hoodie and sweatpants. you look back at her, sorting the breakfast into two bowls. "and why are you using my food?"
"huh? you don't remember? you invited me over last night after drinks." you explain, taking out two spoons and shoving one into the food before pushing the bowl to himeno. "you're wearing my sweater, by the way."
"i was wonder when i bought this." she murmurs to herself. but she then shakes her head, sitting down at the counter and thinking to herself why would she ever invite the person she loathed the most to stay at hers? "we didn't... did we?"
"no, himeno. you were black out drunk, y'know." you say in an obvious tone. she clicks her tongue and eats her food. you begin to eat as well. "did you take the medicine and drink the water i left on your bedside table?"
why were you acting so nice? she gripped her spoon tighter, stopping her movements as she swallows her food. "yes. you didn't have to do that." she thinks she would've preferred if you didn't. now she feels obligated to return the favour.
"it's nothing. i didn't want you to wake up so hungover again." you retort, looking to the ceiling.
she scans you and wonders how you could be so indecent in front of her when you were 'well-respected'. your underwear was showing, you weren't wearing any pants, your shirt was crinkled and loose hanging, your hair was a mess and you just look tired overall. this was not the pristine presentation he was used to.
you catch her staring. "sorry, do you want me to put on my pants? i couldn't find em around here." you admit, looking at the messy floor. himeno feels a little embarrassed at the mess but doesn't keep her eyes off you.
"no, it's fine." she retorts, feeling her eye patch before running her fingers through her hair, "don't you have a mission or something?"
you think for a second before putting down the bowl. "yeah, i think. later, makima wants me to check something out with her." you tell her, watching her roll her eyes, "what's wrong?"
"you in love with her too?" she scoffs.
"no?" you say, tilting your head, "she's my boss."
"oh." you'd be the first she'd hear doesn't like her. she sits up straight on her stool. "really?"
"yeah, really." you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, making himeno stop. you continue to eat your food. "i don't date superiors."
"right..." she mumbles back, confused. but you accidentally drop your spoon on the floor, making you curse quietly. she's never heard you swear, and she stares at you.
you lick your thumb, a little bit of sauce on it, before you turn to her with wide eyes. "ah, sorry, himeno. paper towels?"
she points to the cupboard and finishes her food, watching you clean up your mess. you're not really clumsy, she knows, so seeing you drop something was strange. you were usually moving so perfectly...
"you always like this?" she hums out, chin in her hand.
you put the towels in the bin and take your empty bowls (hers as well) and clean them. "i'm sorry, i live alone. so no one really sees me mess up." you admit.
himeno hates your voice. you don't speak much, but when you do, she's rolling her eyes. what you have to say is usually so inspiring to the other hunters, but she finds them cheesy. kobeni was brought to happy tears by what you said to her before a mission, which made himeno stop everyone and wait for kobeni to stop crying.
you're so high and mighty. everyone loves you and you try to be so mysterious. she never understood why everyone liked you, why everyone tolerated you when you don't do anything. maybe you're strong, stronger than aki and kishibe, but you were just praised so much that she hated you.
but seeing you now, all over the dishes and struggling to clean the things you used, it makes you feel more human to her. she watches you from the counter, hearing you curse to yourself as the dishwashing soap falls from your hand and into the soapy water. you turn to her to see if she saw. she did. you embarrassed yourself, and you sheepishly look away. she smiles. and stops as soon as she realises she is.
you were like some high school kid watching themselves around their crush. the way you glanced at her told her all she needed to know.
"i'm gonna go and change." she says, standing up from her stool and moving to her bedroom. she doesn't wait for your reply, but she heard a faint 'okay' from her room.
she didn't understand the change. admittedly, last night was the only time she's seen you outside of work hours, where no devils were there to stop you from being just you. you were sitting quietly, listening to everyone speak. you didn't know what to say.
after you finish the dishes, you try to clean up around the living room and kitchen. there were blankets and pillows all on the floor, maybe she was having a party or something. but you pick them up, fold them, put them in their place. and you finally find your pants, sliding them on happily.
you look for your belt under the couch when you hear someone clear their throat. looking up, you see himeno standing in her work attire with her arms crossed.
"hey, i'm looking for something, sorry." you say, standing up. she hands you your hoodie, which you plan on putting over your work shirt and tie. you just needed to find your belt and you would be set. "i'll be ready soon—oof!"
you fall onto the couch, on your back, as himeno moves forward and clambers over you. she gives you a pointed look as you stare up at her, feeling your face heating up. you gulp, one hand bracing the cushion of the couch, and the other hanging off the side. she's loosely straddling one of your thighs, hovering above you as her hand still on the sides of your head.
"h—himeno—"
"do you have a crush on me?" she interrupts you, tilting her head.
"what? that would be unprofessional, i—i couldn't..." you begin, losing your voice as you feel how close she is to you. your heart speeds up. "i'm sorry..."
"i knew it..." she huffs, leaning to the side a little. she scans your face, how your eyes stay on her. "you're terrible at hiding it."
"i'm sorry." you say, gulping. she was leaning closer, and you were getting nervous. "please don't hate me for it. we're partners."
"i bet you wish we were more." she jokes, gently grasping your chin so you look her dead in the eyes. you look like a poor deer in headlights. "i already hate you. everyone talks about how cool and how strong you are. and you suck it all in, go along with it. makes you feel better, doesn't it?"
"what?" you whisper out, blinking innocently.
"i hate people like you." she says, enjoying how you helplessly stared at her. you looked so hopeless — hopelessly in love with her. without a word more, she leans down and softly connects her lips with yours.
you hold your breath, keeping still as she kisses you. it was so out of the blue — didn't she say she hated you? you carefully move your free hand to the back of her neck, squeezing your eyes shut and missing her back eagerly.
her hand drops from your chin, dragging down to stop at your waist, holding you from there. your breathing hitches, and you pull away slightly to gasp. she catches your lips again, setting herself down to straddle you properly. she continues to kiss you as you sit up slightly, elbows bent to hold your weight.
you felt hot in the face, you knew you were embarrassing yourself by being such a klutz. but as her lips leave yours, you almost chase. himeno was an enchantress. you loved her smell, the sound of her voice, the way she walked. and here she was, saying how much she hated you.
"i—i thought you didn't like me." you huff out, sitting up straight to be face to face with himeno. your lidded eyes and dazed expression made her hold her breath for a moment. but, as if you've gathered your confidence, you begin to lean in again. "do... you not wan—"
"don't you have to meet up with makima?" she says, placing a hand on your chest and shoving you back to lay down again with a huff. she hops off your, moving to grab her shoes. "c'mon, before you're late and your amazing reputation is ruined."
you take a moment to gather yourself. your hair was even more messed up, and you stared at the roof with a heavy heart. it was beating fast, making you take in a deep breath and sit up, fixing your outfit and hair. you look behind you, seeing your belt underneath the pillow. after standing up and putting it on, you see himeno waiting for you.
she was leaning against the wall, watching you scramble to put your shoes on. she herself was wondering why she had kissed you too. you were always good-looking, but the way you acted pissed her off. did your prettiness really cloud her judgement.
she looks down to you sitting on the floor, struggling to tie your shoelaces. she chuckles.
𝓖f!himeno 𝓒omforting 𝓨ou 𝓐fter a 𝓢hitty 𝓓ay 𝓐t 𝓦ork
cw: slight angst, oral (r. receiving) scissoring
MDNI
you unlock the door, feet sore and back aching from all the carrying your stupid boss made you do. you'd just been bossed and pushed around all damn day and almost cussed out your supervisor in the process.
you slip off your shoes, already feeling a warm set of arms around your waist. "himeno, not now.." you whisper, to which she whines.
"what, you don't want my love anymore? what happened, baby?" she starts peppering kisses up and down your neck. you sigh, "I don't wanna talk about it, I just wanna lay down." you place down your bags, and she takes the opportunity to sweep you off your feet and carry you bridal style.
you help at the sudden change, then she walks toward your shared bedroom and tosses you unceremoniously onto the mattress.
she pins you under her, a pout on her face, "don't get all quiet on me... cmon... I'll make you feel better."
you look away, but glance at her once she finishes her sentence. letting out a sigh of defeat, sliding your legs up as your eyes meet. "fine. but only because I'm pent up,"
she smiles wide with her lip in between her teeth, already tugging down your pants. they pool around your ankles, then she reaches upward and under your shirt, grabbing your left boob. she flicks her thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden in between her fingers as her teeth scrap across your pink lace panties.
you set your head back and close your eyes, a soft moan clawing out your throat as she pinches your nipple. she starts to drag your panties down with her teeth, her free hand running over the newly exposed skin. her fingers settle into your folds, circling your clit for a few moments then slipping inside your hole. "so wet for me already?"
you tip your head back, whining as your fingers go to take off your shirt. she smiles at your bare chest, kissing up the underside of your tits and sucking a nipple into her mouth. your back arches, moans getting louder everytime she crooks her finger into your gummy walls. "right here? that feel good...?" she whispers against your tit. you nod desperately, toes curling against her hips.
she pulls off, slipping her fingers out and brushing game against your bottom lip. "open," she commands. you do, tongue swirling around her slender fingers that leave behind the bitter taste of you and tobacco.
she curls her fingers into your thighs, throwing them over her shoulders as she lavishes your trimmed mound in long licks and kisses. the contact of her wet and warm tongue makes you shudder. she ducks her head down, never pulling back her tongue until it reaches your clit.
your hips jump as they make contact, but she just giggles and presses a wet smooch onto your folds. her tongue pokes out, running up and down your folds and swirling around your clit then prodding at your hole. you reach down to bury your fingers in her hair, tugging on it as you watch her smother herself in your cunt.
"mm- gonna cum, 'meno..." you whine, thighs starting to shake. "cum then," she murmurs, sucking up your slick and folds. each flick of her tongue gets you closer and closer to the edge, but the moment you feel her fingers prod at your hole, you get thrown over the edge. your orgasm hits you hard and wide, making your back arch and your cunt spasm around her fingers.
"good girl.. doing just what I say," she giggles, sitting up and unbuckling her pants. you reach up with a newfound boldness, tugging her tank top off and reaching up to pinch her pretty pink nipples.
she pulls your right leg against her chest, slinging it over her shoulder. her fingers curl around your wrist as you squeeze her boobs. she shimmys up to your hips, slotting your pussy against hers and grinding, each pass of your clits against each other making you both moan and whine at the same time.
she cranks her head, kissing up and down your calve and trailing her tongue around where she left her kisses. your fingers squeeze tighter around her boob, your moans getting louder as you get closer and closer to your orgasm.
a couple more thrusts against your clit and you're both cumming together, backs arching as a soft cry leaves your mouth. once you come down from your high, you find himeno pressing kisses all over your thighs and up to your lips. her tongue prods into your mouth, twisting and fighting with yours. you can taste yourself on her, salty and savory against her tongue.
pulling off, she smirks at you and falls onto her side next to you. "did that help?" she asks, pointer finger trailing up and down your tummy.
"fuck yeah it did,"
a/n: i had no idea how to end it😭 also made this for my twin jem˃͈◡˂͈
