#kansuke slbp

[yukiedaiki]

Touch me as you want sir. I dont mind 😍

Urghhh. I love this guyyy. Just give him a route Voltage. I desperately need his route. ✨💕

[munchmallow5]

[saizoswifey]

Illumination

{KansukexReader}

~Fluff!!! Just a random quick drabble for my favorite purple plum Kansuke. Just over 1k words. Dedicated a bit to @wingcinna lol here have this tiny bandage for your heart--because Kansuke Bliss Canon!! 

     It’s the way he looks. That calm manner of speech and the words—how they roll ever so slowly, toppling over each other and wafting towards you on the wind like a white, feathery plume. Bursting against your skin and tickling your cheeks until they pull themselves into a warm smile. And you think this all must be some sort of elaborate ruse. The fog will lift, surely. The clouds will dissipate and make way to rays of brilliant light, shining to reveal something previously hidden in the shadows, some intricate strings being pulled. For this man couldn’t possibly be this real. This kind. 

     “You have something in your hair,” Kansuke says. His deft fingers pluck at the strands just above your crown, pulling back to reveal what must have been a fallen leaf from the trees above.

     “Thank you,” you smile in embarrassment, wondering just how long it must have been there. His face softens even further upon seeing your nervous blush. “Do you think we’ve gathered enough?”

     He nodded. “Is it heavy?” His eyes fell to the basket, filled almost to the brim with vibrant green flora, freshly collected.

     Before you could respond he was relieving it from your grasp, causing a delightful fond ache to ripple through your chest. It was hard to know exactly what you meant to him. If you meant anything at all, really. But those thoughts were best left for your sleepless nights. When your mind and heart raced with flashes of him and you tossed fitfully in your bedclothes with anxious, lovesick wonder. For now, you were content with these quiet moments of closeness. And watching the beautiful summer light break against his olive skin. And the way the breeze lifted and tousled his hair enough to reveal his handsome face in full.

     You hadn’t even realized your feet slowed to an almost full stop until Kansuke called back to you, calmly as ever.

     “You like them?”

     A patch of Morning Glories. Bursting in brilliant violets. “Oh, yes,” you shake your head with your reply, unable to tell him the reason why. Which is that, with their color, they remind you very much of him. And you swear you see him smile briefly. 

     Usually, you would help him as best you could with sorting and grinding the collected herbs. But it’s close to dinner and there’s prep to be done. And every step you take back towards the castle is like a heavy stone piled onto your heart.

     “Thank you for your help.”

     It’s all he says before you part ways, and you can’t help but feel a bit saddened by the fact that your time together has drawn to a close. You gnaw at your bottom lip just a bit, as if you’ll go chasing after him—say something you know you shouldn’t, if you don’t actively bite it back. You watch him disappear down the hall before finally heading to the kitchen.

     Rice and tea and steam from simmering vegetables. Serving trays and empty bowls. With each stir and scoop, the sun sinks closer to the horizon. And when the final pot has been cleaned and put away you find yourself alone, kneading. You’ll bring him dessert. That’s it. There’s determination and excitement swooping through you like a bird in the early morning sky, knowing that each small ball rolled between your hands is bringing you one step closer to seeing him once more. Even if the moment is fleeting.

     His room seems much farther away than usual. Or perhaps it’s your nerves slowing your steps. You balance the tray in hand, careful not to spill a drop of the hot tea. A cup you’ve brewed several times over in order to ensure it was just perfect. You fill your lungs with air, and courage, poised to announce yourself when a familiar voice from behind cuts you off.

     “Looking for Kansuke?”

     You turn to find Saizo, mouth already half full from a manju he’s plucked straight from your tray.

     “Ah-“ you’re about to scold him for taking things that don’t belong to him, but all you can manage is a mortified, “yes.”

     “Who?” Yukimura asks from his side, head tilting just slightly in a look of befuddlement.

     “Not here,” Saizo chews, completely ignoring Yukimura’s question as if he hadn’t heard him say anything at all. “Don’t worry, little lady, he’ll be back in a few days.” Saizo gives a knowing smirk that has you feeling all fumbling and foolish and red in the cheeks.

     “Well, in that case-“

     “Don’t mind if I do,” Saizo anticipates what you’re about to say, plucking the tray from your hands and popping yet another manju into his mouth.

     “Hey! Don’t eat them all, yourself!”

     “But they’re mine,” you hear Saizo reply curtly after you turn your back on them.

     And as you leave to make your way to your room, you listen as their bickering voices fade with your smile.

     It was a gamble anyway, you try to tell yourself. But there’s no shaking this crestfallen shadow that’s washed over you, weighing you down and causing your feet to drag as if you’ve been trekking up a hillside through thickly caked mud. You know what’s to come when you resign yourself to your room, but even so, you slide open the shoji and make your way inside.

     However, this evening, much to your surprise you spot the futon already rolled out and prepared. This in itself is a wonder. But it’s what’s on top that has your heart stuttering and leaping up to your throat. There, as splendid as if you had been presented with precious gems sparkling their perfection at your feet, lay a modest bouquet of those violet Morning Glories. Vibrant as ever against the stark white of the bedclothes. But in truth, that’s not exactly why these seem particularly beautiful. For you know who they’re from. 

     Their scent lifts your spirits to the clouds, taking your love and hope and happiness with it. Kansuke. A flash of heat fills your face. There was a glimmer of an answer. Peace of mind. Tonight would be the first night in a while you’ve fallen asleep so quickly. A smile radiating, a pleasant blush on your cheeks and your eyes tightly shut, eager to bring on the next days.

[munchmallow5]

LOL

[munchmallow5]

[pastelporche]

SPOILERS FOR SHINGEN ROUTE>

When you get a little too attached to kansuke in shingens route and you pay d e a r l y for it Q.Q

[saizoswifey]

Quick question: do you have a way of stealing back from a ninja? Kansuke stole my heart and won't give it back

If there is, I haven’t found it. Saizo, Genya, Kansuke and Kyoichiro all have pieces of me rkfbwhjerb but then again I think they can keep ’em. LOL 

LET HIM HAVE YOUR HEART HE’S ADORABLE HE DESERVES IT. He’ll treat it right and take care of it for you <333

[saizoswifey]

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THE ONLY ONE WITH ETERNAL LOVE FOR KANSUKE I HAVE BEEN THROUGH HIS TAG A THOUSAND TIMES AND I CAN'T GET ENOUGHHHH there should be more content for this beautiful man (goes back to replaying Shingen's route AGAIN for my BAE)

YOU AREN’T ALONE. Kansuke is my favorite side-bae and I cry because of the lack of content for him. He deserves so much love and care and affection!! I wish he has a route. I honestly can’t even play Shingen’s route again after finishing both ends because of how much I care for Kansuke and how mad/sad I get lol. T_T if my brain and creativity ever actually cooperated with me I’d have more than a single drabble for him but alas, I suck. hahahaha 

KANSUKE IS LOVE KANSUKE IS LIFE.