#Assɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ | Horikawa

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Horikawa has come to gently stroke Kane-san on the back.

Gentle touch meme

“Mmm? Kunihiro?”

Cerulean orbs shift from the stars they had been gazing at to the wakazashi who’d appeared without warning beside him and was now gently stroking his back, a small smile on his face.

Honestly. That fool, did he really think Izuminokami had been that badly injured during their sortie? Or that the uchigatana had withdrawn from reasons of upset, rather than the fact that was just too damn noisy tonight? 

(Finding and summoning new swords tended to break out the sake and even he had a limit.)

Still. It wasn’t as though he hated the touch. Quite the opposite, to be honest.

Letting out a soft laugh, Izuminokami gently tugged Horikawa down beside him on the tatami, ruffling his hair softly before slinging an arm around his shoulders, shooting the older sword a teasing grin

“Don’t tell me that you missed me that much, Kunihiro~ Should I have asked for you permission to leave first?”

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"Kane-san!" a confident grin welcomes the uchigatana home ; palms offering a neatly wrapped package. "It's not much, but on short notice , it'll have to do! Happy Valentine's Day ~ "

“….For me?” Head tilts, surprise making sapphire eyes widen and a bemused half-smile forming on his lips. It wasn’t as though he’d received gifts often; apart from trinkets that Kasen occasionally brought home and the haori Mikazuki had given him at Christmas.

After all, beyond that, why did he need gifts? For most of his life, he’d been a sword, unable to communicate with the masses that had come to see him after Hijikata’s family put him on display, a sword that couldn’t rescue his partner when humans’ lack of trust in themselves caused them to cast his Horikawa into the Pacific. He didn’t deserve gifts, much less need them.

Yet the smile the other offers him, along with the wrapped box set an almost fluffy feeling loose in the Uchigatana’s chest and Izuminokami can feel himself blushing, a stupid smile fully forming on his face.

Damn these human emotions sometimes!

“Kunihirooooo!” Whining is so not cool for a sword like him, but only Horikawa has even been able to disarm him so completely like this. Huffing in mock irritation; gloved palms reach out to gently rest on Horikawa’s own hands, squeezing softly before accepting the package with a (borderline) bashful smile.

“Thanks, Kunihiro…”

Safely stowing the gift, his palm reaches out once more to soothingly brush through the wakizashi’s hair, a slightly exasperated sigh escaping the younger man. Did Horikawa truly think he couldn’t see the pain he tried to mask? He, who was made in the other’s image, who was as close to a soulmate as possible?

He still needs to come to terms with what happened then, how he behaved. He knows Horikawa feels the same, and so they avoid the subject for now, not willing to hurt the other any further.

There’ll come a day when they’ll have to talk; properly talk, about what happened in Hakodate, but until then, Izuminokami is content to enjoy these moments of serenity and peace.

Gently ruffling Horikawa’s hair, Izuminokami slings his arm around the smaller’s shoulders, offering him a grin.

“Have you opened yours yet? Let’s open them together! At least my haiku has to be cool enough to match whatever you’ve gotten me, right?”

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Corruption // Accepting!

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck right off–

“Nnn, I don’t get it, Kunihiro..”

Leaning down to catch the wakizashi’s chin in his hand and ‘guide’ (force) their eyes to meet, Izuminokami frowns deeply. Even now, ocean blue eyes try to hide from his corrupted gaze; though given what they were, Horikawa’s gaze would inevitably, reluctantly, return to his own.

And the expression within them was not one Izuminokami had expected, or wanted to see.

Anger. Fear. Even revulsion. Most of all, sorrow.

After all he’d done for him!

“I saved you and made sure Hijikata-san won at Hakodate! I rewote history for you, for us! So we’d always be together! Like you promised!”

Suddenly his hands fly to the other’s shoulders, gripping tightly and making the older sword cry out in pain. Or was it fright? Either way, Izuminokami found himself playing little heed, frustration building within him, eyes and sword beginning to glow menacingly. 

“And here you are, looking at me like I’m a monster! What do I have to do to make you happy, Kunihiro?! Why are you being so ungrateful?!“