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♡ KIRYU + NURSE!READER
♡ Thorns: mentions of injuries.
♡ Flowers included: hand kiss. Mild jealousy.
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- Of course, all the boys adore and appreciate you a lot — after all, you take care of their wounds and make them able to go back to fighting. How could they not love someone like that?
- Every day, there are plenty of injured boys for you to bandage up, and Kiryu is definitely your most frequent patient — even when there isn’t a single scratch on his silk-soft skin.
- You’re bandaging one of the boys’ arms while Kiryu sits in the corner, so relaxed and entertained by his phone... But from the corner of his eye, he is paying attention to every interaction between you two.
Later, he makes a few comments about it, with a calm, relaxed smile, or with his eyes fixed on some useless thing on his phone screen — however, that jealousy is real, and it’s an uncomfortable feeling he needs to learn how to deal with, always trying not to let it overflow. Kiryu knows you’re helping, but at the same time, he can’t stop his own stomach from turning cold whenever he sees another face being held by your hands.
- Kiryu was once lost in thought about this, and in a distracted moment of yours, when the infirmary was empty, he approached you and, without any flourish, took one of your hands and kissed your open palm, letting his lips linger there a few seconds longer than necessary.
He smiled at your confusion — but left humming without explaining anything.
- Kiryu is completely proud of the work you do for Bofurin.
- Completely protective over you. Letting a fight reach you is a stain he won’t allow to touch your life.
If a fight like that happens near the two of you, Kiryu first pulls you away and lets the others handle it; only after you’re safe does he even consider going back to help.
- On the occasions when he is the one who ends up injured and needs to go to the infirmary, Kiryu always tries to make his wounds look less painful than they really are.
But he always smiles at you with affection and softness when you, worried as ever, see right through him and make it clear that you know how much it hurts. He may even be humming afterward while you prepare the bandages on him.
[You]: “You’re enjoying this more than you should, aren’t you?”
- He makes sure to keep an eye from afar to make sure none of the boys are taking advantage of your kindness or overworking you. In front of you, Kiryu will hardly ever do anything — only if it’s extremely necessary — but he will need to have a very direct conversation with that boy later.
dining table - kiryuu mitsuki x reader || wc: 508 || content: spoiler adjacent for chapters 171-178, implied bad familial relationships, fluff, eating together and growing old || masterlist || taglist form ||
Kiryuu remembers when you bought the table, remembers the look in your eyes when you had first seen it. He had held your hand so softly, like he was scared if he held too tight you would disappear. The furniture store had never seemed so daunting as when you had both stepped into it to shop for your home. The aisles like mirages of something too good to be true.
The table wasn't grandeous, it was round and wooden and came with chairs for a discounted price. It was small but when you both looked at each other you realized how perfect it would be in your small home, it was big enough for maybe four people and it was easy to picture how nicely it would look in your dining room.
The house— by all means— was still a work in progress, paint buckets stacked in corners and paint swatches taped to the walls. A half-built bookcase and instruction pamphlet set on the floor of the living room, the only new piece of furniture you seemed to be able to finish being the dining room table. Nothing could hide your smiles from each other at seeing the golden hues from the sun dance across the wooden finish, the table sits neatly by your window, the curtains grazing the surface just so.
When you had woken him up the next morning with a wide smile on your face he realized just how much this meant to both of you. Perhaps it was silly to be so happy over a dining table of all things. "Mitsuki, let's eat." Your hand outstretched for him as he allowed you to pull him from the bed. The smell of food wafting down the hall, his hand squeezed yours and he could see the love in your eyes when you looked back at him and squeezed his hand in return.
The two of you sat across from each other— and for the first time in a long time there wasn't anger or discomfort at being there. Eating together didn't feel like a punishment or a final duel before sunrise. The two of you simply sat across from each other and ate.
Over the years the finish of the table has chipped away, small scratches and grooves making homes in the wood. You didn't mind, your fingers tracing the grooves and scratches and remembering they were made in the home you had built together. They weren't made with anger or hatred but instead small mistakes filled with love. You woke him up the same as you did the first day every morning, enjoying seeing as his hair grew out and eventually began to grey. Crows feet making their way at the corners of his eyes, and the unkempt bed head he would wake with each morning.
Every morning while you sat together with the rays of sun flittering through the curtains, the first thought in your mind was how much you enjoyed growing old with him. How much you enjoyed growing old with love.
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kiryuu mitsuki the type of guy to eat you out until his tongue's numb, face wet, fingers pruned and almost cramping as they dig into your flesh, and somehow he still manages to sweet talk you into giving him another orgasm
I’ve heard of the “Kiryu is autistic” headcanons for years but I never really understood why until now. A LOT of his conversations he has are unintentionally autistic-coded oh my god
suo hayato, kiryu mitsuku, umemiya hajime, togame jo x reader (separate) ﾉ 2k wc total ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ one suggestive bit in togame’s :3
SUO HAYATO
People say it’s normal for partners to pick up habits from each other and you suppose your relationship with Suo is no different. You’ve taken up joining him for his morning meditation sessions, making it a ritual of your own. Even now, the two of you sit side by side on the rug in your living room, coffee table pushed to the side, patio door open to let in the sound of chirping birds and soft wind that characterize the calm nature of morning.
You hear his breathing from beside you, each breath deep and controlled. His very presence is enough to set your mind and being at peace but as you mimic his technique, you begin to wonder what thoughts run through his head during these brief, relaxing moments. Perhaps he has a mantra he repeats to himself or maybe he simply takes the time to mentally walk himself through his tasks for the day as preparation.
Would it be naive of you to hope that his mind wanders to you? It’s not so unreasonable to think that he can feel your presence as well, no? Maybe you have the same effect on him—maybe he’s found a new sense of serenity in your proximity. You’ve certainly started enjoying mornings more given the opportunity to share this time with him. It feels like the two of you are secluded in your own impenetrable bubble, inaccessible to the outside world and any distractions it may throw your way—
The bubble pops with the feel of fingers tickling your exposed sides. Your eyes fly open at the unexpected contact and all that steady breathing you had been focused on goes out the door as the sound of your giggles penetrates the once-quiet air. Despite obvious evidence of an attack, the perpetrator is nowhere in sight. It’s not until you tip your head back in uncontrollable laughter that you finally see him—Suo situated behind you with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you try to pry his fingers away but you’re no match for him. His hands only still at your sides when you collapse against his chest in defeat. Your uneven breathing fills the room, punctuated by a chuckle from Suo. The vibration from him causes you to turn your eyes up to meet his.
Dark hair and an eyepatch almost shield his gaze but one cherry brown eye is still on display and it’s looking straight down at you. “I thought meditation was supposed to be calm and relaxing.”
“Sorry,” he apologizes, but you doubt its genuineness when he playfully pinches each side of your tummy, drawing a squeak out of you. “I took a peek and you looked so cute and concentrated—I just couldn’t help myself.”
His hands come up to cradle your face, lithe fingers running along the curve of your jaw before he dips down to steal a kiss. His lips are soft and warm and easily restore that soothing feeling you associate him with. You suppose it’s enough to earn your forgiveness.
KIRYU MITSUKI
“Your pink is starting to fade,” you tell Kiryu, your fingers combing through the soft pink strands. He’s sitting on top of the toilet seat with his legs crossed, still dressed in the pajamas he slept in. It’s funny—how soft he looks in his matching set with messy bedhead despite all of the metal jewelry decorating his face.
One of his hands pokes out from the satin sleeve that’s just a bit too long to reach up and take hold of a tuft of hair. The pieces of hair that are usually clipped back hang in front of bright green eyes as he examines the lightened strands.
“Should we refresh it with more pink?” you ask. There’s plenty of dye left over from the last time you colored his hair stored underneath the sink. It wouldn’t take too long and neither of you are in a rush to leave the house, though, before you make a move to grab it or even wait for an answer, another thought pops into your head. “Or maybe we can try another color?”
Kiryu lets the hair fall from between his fingers and turns his eyes up toward you. A cat-like grin pulls at his lips and there’s a curious sparkle in his dazzling irises. “Oh? Any suggestions?”
You take in the pink that has dulled to a pale hue, like a cherry blossom past its prime, and the darker hair that has started growing in at the roots. With a contemplative hum and head tilt, you share your thoughts. “Maybe we could bleach it and keep it blonde?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head, floppy hair bouncing with each back-and-forth movement. “That’ll wash me out.”
You can’t help the laugh you breathe out at his reasoning. Ever so insightful, you think, toying with his silky soft strands. It makes sense, though—Kiryu’s always been in tune with the intricacies of his appearance, understands what looks are flattering on him and which styles to avoid. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew more about cosmetology and fashion than you did.
“You’re right.” You nod your head in agreement. Truly, you’re sure that blonde would look just fine on him, to you and everyone else at least, but knowing his preferences and what he tends to steer clear of makes it too easy to tease him. You try to hide your smile with your next words. “Orange could be fun though, yeah?”
His smile doesn’t waver but his eyebrows do knit together in a show of disapproval. “Did you wake up on a mission to turn me into a clown?”
Your laughter echoes off the bathroom walls with his response. Kiryu’s expression softens as he takes in how pretty you look when you laugh. He could get used to seeing such a sight every morning.
You clear the humor from your voice, pushing the hair hung over his forehead back to place a kiss on his hairline. “Guess we’re sticking with pink, then.”
UMEMIYA HAJIME
“I’ll never understand how you’re so good at that,” you say from behind Umemiya. Your arms are wrapped around his midsection, your head tilted to the side to get a glimpse of the work he’s putting into breakfast. He’s stood at the stove, hands expertly alternating between pouring thin layers of an egg and vegetable mixture into the pan and rolling the layers into an omelet. You’ve tried the task on your own several times in the past and none of your attempts have ever come close to what Umemiya delivers.
He chuckles, the rumble of the sound vibrating against your arms that hold him. That makes it even more impressive—even with you clinging to him, he has no trouble making the picture-perfect dish. “Lots of practice. Don’t sell yourself short—yours are good too.”
“You shouldn’t lie, Ume.” You pinch his side but the action only draws out another laugh. He’s so kind he won’t consider saying something that might hurt your feelings—even if it’s true, even over something as trivial as eggs. You love that about him, how he always considers the feelings of others.
You can only hope that you’re able to repay all of his kindness.
“I know I would have ruined the omelet but are you sure there’s nothing else I can help with?”
“Hey, I told you not to worry about anything,” he lightly scolds you for looking for something to do. He told you earlier that he could handle preparing breakfast on his own this morning—something about wanting to treat you to the first harvest of the vegetables he was growing in his garden. They’re sprinkled into the meal—the carrots and scallions in the omelet, the pickled daikon waiting to be plated. “The only job I’m tasking you with is to relax.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll leave everything to you.”
Despite your compliance to stick to relaxing, you follow Umemiya around the kitchen as he cooks, commenting on how good everything looks and simply watching him in his element. You don’t get to focus much on him when the two of you cook together and you have to admit that it’s nice seeing him do something he loves with such a satisfied smile on his face.
Before long, breakfast is finished and plated on the table, you and Umemiya sitting opposite of each other. You pick up your utensils and a piece of the rolled omelet with them. You bring it to your mouth and are a second away from taking a bite when you notice the light-haired man isn’t mirroring your actions. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Yeah.” He nods and then points to your food. “You give it a taste first.”
Without directly asking, he wants to know what you think. You give in to his request and take a bite of the omelet. Just as all of his cooking is, the dish is incredible. You shoot him and smile and nod in approval while you chew which earns a chuckle.
“Good?”
“Even better than usual,” you tell him after swallowing. “Your veggies were definitely the secret ingredient.”
Your compliment makes his smile grow wider. It’s nice to know you can bring him happiness the same way he does for you.
TOGAME JO
Even with the curtains closed, a sliver of sunlight passes through them, lighting up a stripe of skin on your face. Your eyes flutter open and are met with the light. It’s bright and warm, signifying the start of the day. You glance at the sleeping figure in front of you with all of his messy dark hair and beauty marks scattered about his skin. The light doesn't seem to have disturbed him and you can’t find it in yourself to rouse him.
You plan to let him snooze for a bit longer while you get an early start to the day. His arm lazily draped over you, you attempt to scooch back and simply let it fall, though, as soon as you make a move to leave, his arm tightens around you.
“I’m getting up, Kame,” you whisper, hoping your voice isn’t loud enough to really wake him up. You make another move to leave the bed but find yourself pulled even closer to the warm body. He groans restlessly but you don’t buy it—once is a coincidence, twice is a pattern.
You grin at his disguised effort to keep you from getting up. Not entirely convincing but you can’t deny its efficacy—he has kept you in bed. “You’re terrible at pretending to be asleep.”
“Can you blame a guy for trying?” he asks, eyes still closed, voice groggy from not having been used in hours. “I’d rather stay in bed with you than go out and do anything.”
It’s flattering to think that he’d rather spend time in bed doing nothing with you over any other way he could spend his day. You’d be lying if you said the prospect wasn’t tempting but you know better than to indulge. Agreeing to another ten minutes is essentially akin to signing your entire morning away and unlike Togame, you actually have some things to get done today.
“What about all the stuff I have to do today?” you ask. You have a sneaking suspicion that you already know the answer but you want to hear it for yourself.
His eyes finally drift open, putting green irises on display. His gaze is sleepy but there’s a lingering glint of humor in it. “I’m sure it can wait a short while.”
“I knew you were going to say that,” you tell him through a quiet laugh. Togame’s lips curl up in a smile as he presses his forehead against yours, only loose, dark curls separating his skin from yours. Maybe you should be annoyed at how easily he’s willing to set your day back but the truth is, he’s right—everything else can wait.
You breathe in deeply, letting your hand come up to play with the thick strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “How do you suppose we spend the morning in bed?”
His lips brush against yours, stopping at the corner of your mouth to press a kiss there. His breath tickles you with his next words. “I can think of a couple things to do.”
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