#The Chiyo x reader was self indulgent

[zenithshiddenden]

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𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴(⁺ᶜʰⁱʸᵒ!)

caution! there may be manga spoilers under the cut!

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

This was his first Valentine's with you as his sweetheart, to say he was excited was an understatement. He had been preparing for this since Christmas passed, he wanted to make the most of the day, and most importantly, make sure you enjoyed it.

But little did he know that you had caught wind of his plans, especially with all the questions he had been posing you.

But you played along, you couldn't bear for him to be disappointed, and he was just too adorable.

He took you to Walter Park for the first half of the day, paying for all of the expenses. When the sun was at it's peak and the heat was insufferable, he took you to a park for a picnic lunch. He made lunch for the both of you, a simple veggie dish and rice.

After Lunch, he took you shopping, but you watched him excitedly dart around, looking at all the snacks and magical tools around.

Even though it wasn't a surprise, you were happy that he planned all this to spend time with you. You could never forget how widely he smiled after you told him about how much you enjoyed the day, it made you fall in love with him all over again.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎

Chiyo had many demands of her time, and knew that Valentine's day would be no different. She promised you she would take leave from her work when the 14th rolled around, but sad to say that promise was never fulfilled.

You weren't the only one upset when you returned to your room, expecting to see her, only to see a gift wrapped present with a letter of apology beside it. Chiyo too was frustrated that she was suddenly summoned away- away from you.

11pm rolled around, and she had shown no sign of returning. The day was almost over, and your girlfriend hadn't appeared.

The clock hit 12am, and you decided to retire, but you heard the unlocking and locking of the door, followed by a set of quickened footsteps as Chiyo approached your bedroom. She got on her knees, apologizing profusely to you.

Could you forgive her? The look of relief she had when you hugged her, admitting that you couldn't be mad, and it was best you two retired for the night.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐑

You sat alone in your shared room, silently seething at your boyfriend. Of course he scored tickets for a DeviDol concert that just so happened to be on Valentine's Day, right? But there was no use being angry.

You threw yourself onto the bed, glaring at the DeviDol poster on the wall. Was it wrong to want your boyfriend all to yourself just for one day?

You opened your phone, the vines of envy wrapping itself around your heart and twisting. Everyone was offline, probably spending time with their lovers.

Just as you were about to put your phone away and cry yourself to sleep, you received a text from Murmur. Did the concert end early? Did he drink himself into oblivion and need you to pick him up again?

It was neither. All he had asked you to do was to come to a fancy restaurant in an hour, and you suddenly started to question. You dressed up, and left the house, going to the restaurant. You couldn't help but wonder, the restaurant in question was a super popular one for higher ranking demons, and it was almost impossible to get a reservation there.

You arrived, and was guided in by a waiter, to a table where your boyfriend was awkwardly waiting, folding his napkin into complex oragami.

When you sat down, he couldn't help but flash a smile, and you instantly knew that he had planned this all along, and the DeviDol concert was just a convenient cover-up.

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐈

Dali was mysterious, that was for sure. You could never tell was he was thinking or feeling under the masks of laughs and smiling. One thing for sure was that he dedicated himself to teaching, not overlooking any mistake.

So you weren't surprised when you went looking for him on Valentine's, you found him in his office marking his students most recent essays.

You watched him for a while, wondering if you should approach him or walk away, and spend your Valentine's alone. But before you could make your decision, you heard him call your name.

He's almost hurt from the fact you thought he would forget to spend time with his girlfriend on Valentine's. He asked you to come to a certain location in a few hours. The ballroom where Devilams are usually held. That's odd, as far as you were concerned there was no Devilam happening today-

You and Dali were in an empty ballroom. Your bodies swaying effortlessly to the music playing in your heads. You and him both dressed as if you were royalty from fairy tales.

Then you knew, that he was the one for you.

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎

You sat alone in your lovers home, giving Kalego's beloved cacti their monthly drown- watering..

He was busy, all he always was.. today being no different. You wouldn't be surprised if he forgot that today was Valentine's, or if his clan didn't celebrate the holiday. But right now he was with his 'beloved' Misfits, and it made you smile knowing that Kalego was finally getting along with his class instead of scaring them off like he used to.

A notification drew your attention to your phone, it was from Kalego. Well- from Kalego's number, the message was obviously written by one of his students. You smiled as you got ready to leave, heading over to the Royal One.

You didn't expect to see your lover tied up in pink lacy ribbon with a scowl as the rest of the class wished you Happy Valentine's, claiming to have caught your 'escaped fiance'.

Sure Kalego didn't like this idea, but it was all worth it seeing the smile on your face as you laughed, thanking his moronic students.

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌

He devoted today to you, clearing out his schedule by completing all his work early. He requested to take off, and given the fact he rarely does so, Dali and Sullivan both gave their 666s.

He would gather a bouquet of rare, but beautiful flowers for you. And if you should request for him to keep them alive so that you could admire their beauty for longer, he would gladly do so, even teaching you how to raise them to reach their peak beauty.

You two preferred a more quiet Valentine's, enjoying spending time with each other in your shared home over going out. You would complain about your work, while braiding his hair as he listened, making small comments, and occasionally even taking your 'enemies' side.

The day would end with a dinner the two of you would cook together, even though Balam's hands looked way too big to hold the average demon-sized pan..

Afterwards you would cuddle in bed, with you stroking his scarred jaw, and pretty much using him as your personal mattress.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀

You wouldn't see Opera till mid-day that's for sure. They were too busy serving the Sullivan household to see you before. And you respected that.

At least, that was what you thought.

You woke up, and Opera was in your house. You didn't even question how they had gotten in, and you couldn't bring yourself to be mad when the smell of your favorite pancakes wafted through the air. Not only that, your whole house was much tidier than you remembered, and your laundry was dry and folded.

Opera was all about servicing you, showing you how much you meant to them. Even if you two were not bound by a Security Devil-Master relationship, they would still serve you.

You got up, walking to where your lover was, wrapping your arms around their waist, not missing how you could feel their tail swishing from side to side happily by your legs.

𝐈𝐏𝐎𝐒

You looked at your clock, eagerly anticipating your boyfriend's arrival. He had work that day, but promised he would come to you after he could leave.

Excitement dissolved into worry when you realized it was now raining- and very hard at that. You checked your phone, expecting a text saying that he couldn't visit due to the weather, but instead of that, all you saw was the message he last sent which was early that morning.

A thump at your door alerted you, and you rushed to open it. There, you were greeted with a soaking wet Ipos, who was folding his wings in.You immediately ushered him in, dragging him to your bathroom and making him sit there as you went to get his spare clothes that he kept at your place.

As he changed, you couldn't help but notice a soaking wet paper bag at the door. You opened it, seeing a heart shaped box of chocolate, your favorite, but sadly misshapen and soaked due to the rain.

Oh well, it's the thought that counts, right? In the end, you got to cuddle with your boyfriend while eating chocolate, knowing that you'll have to take care of a him the next day, given the amount he was sneezing.

𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐎

Your boyfriend was eagerly rambling on and on about this new student of his, complaining about how the system ranked him so lowly, and eagerly making 'what-if' plans to train him.

You were tired of this man's bullshit, sure it was cute the first few times he did it, but he's been doing this for months now, and in the midst of that, he had probably forgotten Valentine's Day. 

You watched him as he cooked, being there to make sure he didn’t burn the kitchen, or the food down. Honestly you couldn’t be mad at him, his flaming tail flicking around as he continued to ramble while talking to you. After some time your food was ready, and Eito gave it to you. It was a stack of heart shaped pancakes, heart shaped fruits and berries with demon syrup. Your favorite breakfast.

You felt a warmth in your cheeks as Eito pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering a ‘Happy Valentines’ and going to get ready for school.

You really couldn’t stay mad at him.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐒

Marbas was a simple person, really. From his appearance to his personality. So you weren’t surprised when you found a bouquet of flowers and a small box of chocolate on your table. Though they were stereotypical Valentine's gifts, you found it sweet.

However, something you didn’t expect to see was how later on in the day, when you joined him in the tools room to help him clean his equipment. You didn’t expect the large dark red heart on the wall, drawn with something that was already drying… was it fresh?

Not only on the wall, but almost all the equipment had them too. You cleaned them all off, thankful for the cleaning products you had invested in. Marbas wasn’t anywhere to be seen, you were silently hoping he wasn't drawing more hearts at home..

You couldn’t even begin to explain how relieved you were when you saw Marbas holding a red can of paint just as you were finishing up with the cleaning.

But you realized that the red colour wasn’t matching.

He only smiled at you when questioned..

��.it was paint… right?

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐒

He woke up beside you, checking his clock. His video game console was on the floor, he obviously slept late because he was playing games. He got up, getting ready for school, canceling the previous day off the calendar. Just as he was about to walk away, he froze, running back to the calendar.

It was Valentine’s Day.

He forgot.

He didn’t have time to prepare a surprise for you right now, as he watched you slowly wake up. His best bet was to use his luck and make something for you later. But for now, he’ll pretend that he actually did something.

He winked and saluted you with two fingers, promising to see you later.

That night he was walking with you, holding flowers that he coincidentally found on the way to school. How lucky, am I right?

At the end of the walk, you just laughed, and from that, Orias already knew he had been caught. Oh well, luck can only go so far, and he laughed with you as well.

But he knew for a fact as you kissed his cheek, that he was pretty damn lucky to have you, and it wasn’t even with his ability.

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐊𝐈

Right, today was the day. You had a whole day planned out for the two of you. You looked at the itinerary that you had made for that day, only to receive a message from Momonoki to meet you at a breakfast place. Well, that wasn’t the same place you had planned for the two of you to go, but it’s fine!

When you got there, the two of you sat down, and ordered. You decided to tell her about your plan for that day as you waited for the food.

But to yours, and her, surprise, you both started to talk right after the waiter left. Then there was a small bit of bickering as you two argued on who should go first.

Eventually you two decided that you should go first, and you took out the plan, explaining it to her. You looked up only to see her shocked. You started to wonder if there was something wrong.

She pulled out a paper, similar to yours. Both of you had planned the whole day, but separately.

You two laughed about it, making an itinerary together that was a mashup of the two. 

Both of you knew you would do anything to see the other smile.

[snzunii]

BITCH BOY.

haruchiyo is a needy bitch boy who wants to cum inside his mommy's pussy. ♡

+ pairings. sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader.

+ tags. explicit sexual content, sub!sanzu, soft dom!reader, (ion even know if it's really but...), use of pet names, masturbating, fellatio, edging, undertones of dacryphilia, mommy kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY !!

+ word count. 0.8k

+ note. hi, hsleidkehsksj i just thought of this while i'm at my class, what a good student, right 😔 this is totally self-indulgent, chiyo is my bitch boy no objections :,) anyway, tagging @feralfordazai cos i sent this to kai earlier hsjdhejsjsj tell me if i forgot something on the tags

“Use your words, baby.”

Sanzu choked, your sweet angelic yet dominating voice made his hard cock twitch. “Cum… please let me cum inside, mommy please.”

You hummed, getting comfortable on your seat. Looking down at the coral-haired man in front of you. Tight collar around his neck with a little bell on it like a loyal mad dog, your loyal mad dog. “Beg. Beg for mommy’s pussy. You’re a needy little bitch boy, hm? Need mommy’s cunt to milk your cock?”

“F-fuck…” he gasped, hands moving up and down his thick shaft, thumb swiping on the tip of his head as he look at you with his mouth slightly ajar—it’s as almost drool would come out of his mouth, his dick just aching to be inside your tight walls, balls deep while milking his cock dry. “Mommy… Please.”

He wanted to feel your tight cunt around his cock, clasping down his dick—your pussy eating him whole until he drowned in your pussy’s warmth. God, it was paradise. Thinking about your gaping hole making wet rings on the base of his cock— “Ngh! Please, let me cum. Let me cum!”

“Since you’re so good for mommy…” you stood up from your seat, smirking as you looked down at Sanzu with a wanton glint in your eyes, “On the bed, baby.”

He obeyed you without second thoughts, sitting on the bed with his legs apart—his erect cock just waiting to be inside you—your mouth or your pussy, either way he wanted to be inside you. You kneeled in front of him, hand wrapping around his needy dick, Sanzu’s back arched as he whined. “Ssh, be good. Be good for me, hm?”

You licked his shaft from the tip down to the base, sucking his balls into your mouth while your hands moved up and down his cock. He gripped your soft hair that he loves so much, the strands in between his slender fingers, “Fuck, mommy. So good.”

His grip on your hair was getting too tight, you feel his thigh convulse a bit under your hold. You smirked, enveloping his shaft in your mouth until the tip reached your throat, your throat bracing his girth—his moans were dragged and deep, your cunt were oozing with thick juices hearing how he pleaded for your pussy. “Want my pussy, yeah?”

“Mhm—yeah… ah!” your tongue was twirling on the tip of his cock then he bucked his hips craving for more contact, he was so sensitive—Sanzu can feel the wave of orgasm hitting him soon but was stopping himself since he doesn't want to disappoint his mommy.

You let go of his cock with a pop, you stood up—sitting on his lap, grinding your pussy lips above his shaft evoking a gasp from him. You were holding his chin with your fingers with a wicked grin on your face, “Uh-uh. Not yet, did mommy say you could cum?”

“No! Mhm—” he paused, gripping on your waist as he rolled his hips along with you, “Want your pussy—let me cum inside your pussy!”

You chuckled, reaching out for his dick while you helped yourself up. His tip was prodding on your hole, you looked at him with such authority, “Beg, Haruchiyo.”

He gripped your waist, face buried on your neck—he let out a choked cry, it was turning you on—how he begged for you, how needy tears roll from his eyes down to his porcelain complexion, “Please! Want your pussy so much, I want to feel your cunt around my dick, mommy! Please!”

“Mhm…” you moaned, helping yourself down on his dick. He was biting the supple flesh of your neck while his fat cock was getting suffocated by your tight velvet walls, “Good. Such a good boy for me.”

“You wanna cum?” you asked, moving your hips up and down his cock, “You like mommy fucking you, huh? You want to cum inside?”

“Y-yes!” he whimpered, “I want to cum.”

“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess inside mommy’s pussy, yeah? Mhm—fuck! Haruchiyo-” your nails were digging on his shoulder, pleasuring yourself with his dick, your tits bouncing along with your fast movements, you could hear the little bell around his neck ringing. “Cum. Now.”

He groaned, thick ropes of cum painting your walls white—Sanzu was getting limp under you. You were still moving on his hard sensitive dick, his cum seeping out of your hole as you pound up and down his cock. “Fuck—your dick’s so good, baby. Feel so good, always making me lose my mind—ngghh!”

“More.” you commanded, pulling his hair as you hoist his head up to stare at your direction, his azure glossy eyes looking back at yours, “I know there’s more, baby. Give me your cum, hm?”

You pressed your lips on his swollen ones, sucking and biting on his lower lip���delving your tongue inside his mouth as you tasted every inch of what’s yours. Damn, right. He's yours, he's your needy bitch boy, you're the only one who get to suck his dick and make him cry needy tears while beg for your cunt.

He was a crying mess under your touch, cumming for the second time. Sanzu’s legs were getting limp, he was trying to hold on to the little of sanity that was left on him—you were driving him crazy, making him lose his mind to the point that he questions himself in what was real or not.

You dragged your teeth on his lower lip, your movements were getting sloppy as you reached your own orgasm. Not too long, his cock was out of your cunt—you were on the bed, back slammed on the mattress as you spread your legs wide open.

“Look at the mess you made.” your fingers spread your slit wider, clicking your tongue while giving Sanzu a full view of your gaping hole full of his cum. “Clean it up for me, hm?”

[krabstick32]

Hi! I love your writing so much!!! May I please request a self indulgent giyuu fic where the reader has some self esteem issues, like having long hair to cover most of her face and is plus size but has a good heart! Thank you that would make my life!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Wardrobe Malfunction

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: Dress up was supposed to be fun. Your clothes say otherwise.

Tags/warnings: This work does have slight implications of self-esteem issues and body dysmorphia/body dysmorphic disorder. I’d like to say that this is not meant to offend anyone, and also to apologize for any faulty interpretations.

A/N: To the anon who requested this: i’m so glad you like my writing 🥺💖 bUT I AM SO SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH YOUR REQUEST :(((((( I feel terrible for taking an actual month to finish this, and i’m not even 100% satisfied with it :(( As an explanation though, I was working on something entirely different for you. It was a modern high school au, 5+1 sort of fic, which was almost finished but for some reason felt wrong...so I thought up of a new idea aka this. 

Anyway, i hope the wait was worth it anon, and i hope ya’ll enjoy it too!!

Blood Demon Arts were a complicated skill set that special demons possess. Some use it for fighting, some for catching humans, yet some were just downright weird.

A fight with a low-level demon teaches you that.

Barely five minutes into the fight, and you were already sheathing your Nichirin Blade back in its scabbard. You were fine, if not a little uncomfortable from the weird slime-like substance that came from the demon coating your uniform. The fight wasn’t difficult, but the demon was a little perverted. It didn’t even try to fight all that seriously, and instead kept trying to sneak glances under your skirt.

There were only minor scrapes around your skin—though now, you wish you could say the same for your clothes, because it starts melting.

Maybe that demon wasn’t as low-level as you thought because the corps uniform was made to withstand damage from low-level demons, but this odd liquid was enough to let parts of it disintegrate and expose your skin. Fortunately, it didn’t sting, burn or give your skin rashes—only melt off the fabric that covered your decency.

That was your last spare uniform too, because you’ve been sent to a lot of dangerous missions lately. This was the only one you had at home, but thankfully, you’ve placed a quick request for a few new ones to be sent to you.

You were lucky to have been able to beat it, so once you quickly lopped of the stupid demon’s head, you panicked and whistled for your bird to bring in kakushi. You didn’t know if this was Oyakata-sama’s foresight’s work, but you were grateful that three female kakushi pushed through the treeline, and quickly rushed to you once they noticed your predicament. One of them took care of the demon’s remains while the other two moved to you and wrapped you securely in a blanket, protecting your dignity and easing your panic.

Even if you were pretty much healthy and good to go, the girls—Chiyo, Tsune, and Hatsuko were great company as they escorted you back—ushered you to one of the many rooms in the butterfly estate. You argued that you weren’t injured and that you didn’t want to burden the butterfly nurses and the kakushi, but the girls told you that the estate wasn’t too busy, and that there was plenty of room for you.

The room was standard with a cot, a bedside table, and a few chairs for visitors, where a spare set of clothes for you was folded over. You were fine, but you were still grateful for the short time you could use for rest and for the girl’s thoughtfulness. Spending the time worrying about what you wear on your next mission would be a waste, so you lie down and try to close your eyes instead, to calm down your nerves.

The sound of shuffling doors brings you out of your light nap just in time to see a head of jet-black hair pop in.

A smile makes its way across your face as you watch your boyfriend slide the door close as quietly as possible. Giyuu looked good—clothes the same, hair unruly with the bare thread of his hair tie attempting to keep it tame—but what was new was the small package under his arm.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks when he sees you sitting up, and takes a seat on the nearest chair. Your smile sweetens when he looks back up, feeling your heart beat a little faster as his eyes soften out of its usual steely, and impassive gaze.

Dragging your mind out of its haze, you wave off his concern and reply, “Oh, this is just a formality—I’m fine.” Well, physically you were, but you’re reminded that all is not well when he glances around the room only to find the folded tatters of what remains of your previous clothing sitting innocently on the bedside table. “Wish I could say the same about my uniform though.”

“This should solve that.” Giyuu hands you the mysterious package and it gives you a moment to notice how nicely it was wrapped.

Lightly, you run your fingers over the black ink your name was written in, on a small tag attached to the white twine wrapping around brown packing paper. The twine intersects in a small tied ribbon right at the middle, and is sealed with a piece of wax stamped with the corps’ insignia. “Ah, is that why you’re here?”

“No, I was on my way to see you when I heard you were here. That—” He gestures with his chin “—I just brought in from the kakushi.”

You choose to ignore the way your cheeks flush when he mentions his intentions and instead show surprise. With how busy the kakushi were, you were pleasantly surprised that it took them only four days to make your uniform. “Oh, thanks, that was fast of them.”

“It’s your uniform right? I can wait outside so you can try it on.”

Already flustered from his previous responses, you try to answer, “Ah, yeah, yes. Thanks, I’ll just—um, yeah.” Only to sound like a bumbling idiot. Eloquent as always.

Embarrassed by your mess of a mouth, you look down at your hands and feel your hair come to cover your heated face. Looking at him in the eye right now would reduce you to a pile of flaming ashes, so you’re grateful your long hair has saved you yet again from his piercing stare.

Before Giyuu leaves though, you hear a light chuckle until he’s gone and you’re left with the sound of the door sliding back shut and the thought of how unfair it is that he can easily get you to smile and then flustered at the next second.

The moment you let the uniform unfold, something tells you that there was something…wrong. For one, there were too many holes in it—one on each shoulder, and an entire chunk around the stomach. The fabric felt silkier than what you previously had—even the skirt was much, much shorter than what you remember requesting for.

But a quick double check on the wrapping paper confirms that this was your uniform, so you try it on. It’s been a while since you’ve ordered a new one, maybe you just…weren’t used to it? Or maybe there were new rules in place?

If it wasn’t already bad when you first looked at it, it was even worse when you were wearing it.

How is this even supposed to protect me?

The only thing covered was your chest (not even counting the skin in the middle!), your forearms, and half your thighs. The uniform was too revealing and boy, did you want to crawl in a hole right now. You felt exposed—too exposed. You've rarely felt good in your own body, and now was no exception.

Just the thought of somebody else seeing you like this? What would they think?

A pit forms in your stomach, and something black and slimy wraps around your shoulders and around your neck. You feel constricted, like you couldn’t move or breathe, and your nails were digging in too hard into the clammy skin of your palms.

You weren’t like Mitsuri or Shinobu. You didn’t have a great figure like the love pillar, or a petite frame like the insect pillar. Instead, you found yourself staring into a mirror more often than you’d like, only to feel disappointed in your oversized body. In fact, you’re extremely lucky to have gone this far without a demon catching up to you given how slow you feel your body makes you.

You shouldn’t be crying over this—it was childish to throw a fit over something like this, but you feel horrible.

A knock from the door interrupts your thoughts and Giyuu’s voice carries over through the wooden door.

“(F/N), are you okay? Should I get Shinobu?”

No, he can’t see me like this.

Quickly, you scramble back to the bed where you placed your hospital clothes, and yank the stupid uniform you requested off your body and shove it under the bed. “Ah, no! I-I’m fine, I’m just changing again!”

You slip the button through the last opening and walk towards the door to let Giyuu back in.

Maybe I should send him back?

You could say that you were feeling sleepy or that you weren’t feeling too good, but he came all this way and… or maybe he was here to see someone else? You were his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean he was automatically here for your company.

You were too far gone in your own fears that you completely forgot that you were the reason why he was even here in the first place.

Hopefully, he leaves without question. Your hair will hide your face so he shouldn’t notice how it was burning or how there were small drops of tears in your eyes. But this was Giyuu, the Water Pillar, one of the strongest demon slayers in the entire corps, and your boyfriend. Nothing gets past him, especially if it concerns you.

He doesn’t even get through the threshold before he notices. “He—(F/N), what’s wrong?”

“...It’s nothing,” You say, angling your face away from you. I just feel tired all of a sudden. How about we see each other tomorrow? If you’re free of course. I know how busy you can get.” And you rarely saw each other too. It was a shame your issues just had to swoop right in.

“It’s fine with me if that’s what you really want, but are you sure it’s nothing?”

You feel warm fingers caress your chin before his hand moves back up to cup your cheek, and that’s when your walls chip and break. You lean into his touch and peek through your bangs to see a soft look in his eyes—a look you only ever saw on the rare chances you catch him looking at you or when he had a plate of freshly-cooked salmon daikon.

“You can tell me anything if you want to, I’ll listen.”

Of course you knew you could tell him anything, but actually telling him about something so stupid had you fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “I know this will sound stupid, but my uniform is wrong.”

“The uniform?”

Further hunching in on yourself, your body starts sweating, and you feel like your tears were about to spill over. “It looks terrible. There was no fabric around my entire stomach, it only covered half my things and—! Ugh, I know, I know it’s really childish of me to be complaining so much about it but I didn’t feel comfortable in it at all. I hate it—” and i hate my body “—It doesn’t look right on me, I’m too big for it.”

You breathe out a small sigh and look down at the floor. Melting through the floorboards sounded nice. “Maybe it’s just my fault—if I was thinner or prettier it would probably fit me better. I don’t know…I thought it would be similar to what I had before.”

“...Look at me,” Giyuu says after a while, and takes your hands when you don’t seem to reply any time soon. “Do you trust me?”

Immediately, you look up to him and answer with no hesitation. “With my life.”

“Then I hope you’ll believe me when I say that it's not your fault.” His lips curl slightly upward when your gaze moves from the floor to him. He’s glad that he caught your attention, because he wants you to see how much he means the words he’s about to say.

“I don’t care if you’re thinner, or prettier or about anything else. As long as you’re happy, healthy, and alive, it’s more than enough.” Giyuu places his forehead against yours, and for a moment, you forget why you’re worrying so much.

“To me, You’re the kindest, prettiest, most perfect person in my eyes, and I hope you see yourself the way I do. You have a heart of gold, and you’re plenty perfect just the way you are. You don’t need to change for anything or anyone.”

Giyuu wasn’t really good with words, and he knew that. In fact, at the moment you were seeking comfort, he was in over his head. He thought he was being redundant and talking himself in circles, so he did panic a little when the tears started slipping from your eyes. Panic changed into relief though when you wrap your arms around his torso.

You were well-aware that he wasn’t good with words, so you were caught off-guard by the reassurances he was giving you. You never knew how much you needed to hear those from him, to be reminded that he liked you just as you are.

As easily frazzled you were with a somewhat constant need for reassurance, you’ve gotten used to the fact that receiving verbal assurance from him would be rare if not nonexistent. So you’ve gotten used to his quiet support. He was always there when you needed him, and tried to comfort you the best way he knew how. You appreciated it, and even came around to care for his silent quirks, but hearing him say how much you meant to him, was incredibly comforting, and

“If you hate your uniform, I've heard that Shinobu had problems with hers too at first so I'm sure we can ask Shinobu what she did with hers. I can even place a request for a new one for you.”

Giyuu was never very good with words, but he always made it up with his actions.

“That would be nice.”

BONUS:

You really appreciated that Giyuu was with you the entire time your horrible uniform was alive on this earth. As promised, he helped you handle the uniform issue, and came with you to Shinobu’s office (who was more than willing to hand you the oil and matches).

“Oh? (F/N)-chan? Tomioka-san?” She greets when she ushers you two in her office. “I haven’t seen you two in a while! I’m surprised Tomioka-san is here with you though. I thought he avoided social interaction?.”

Giyuu grumbles at her teasing, but you know these two were friends, even if both of them didn’t want to admit it. “I’m still here.”

You squeeze your boyfriend’s hand, before smiling sheepishly at Shinobu. “It’s been a busy few weeks. We should catch up sometime, but that’s not really why we’re here.”

The Insect Pillar tilts her head in curiosity, and asks, “Oh? Then how can I be of service?”

“Well, you see, all of my uniforms were ruined from my past missions, so I requested for a new one, but um…” Giyuu handed you the clothes you’ve placed back in the wrapping paper which you bring out and let unfold to show Shinobu how it was clearly not your style.

Air seems to freeze over as the seconds tick by with your ‘uniform’ hanging from your hands.

Giyuu was standing behind you, so you couldn’t exactly see his reactions, but you could see how Shinobu’s ever-present smile turned sinister, and looked like she was ready to stab someone with her sword.

“I think they got my size wrong. Giyuu told me that you mentioned having the same problem before, so I was hoping you could tell me how you got yours fixed.”

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Shinobu’s smile stays eerily plastered on her face, “Oh, it’s simple! You can just burn yours. Don’t worry, I burned mine too and I lent the oil and matches to Kanao and Aoi, so you don’t have to feel bad—I’m more than willing to lend you the oil and matches I used. How about I join you two to go to the kakushi? I have a vague idea of who the tailor might be.”

As per Giyuu’s words, It wasn’t your fault. One of the kakushi in charge of making the uniforms was too blame and decided to take some… creative liberties with yours.

When Giyuu saw the scraps of cloth Maeda-san—or scum-glasses as everyone promptly nicknamed him— back in Shinobu’s office, you thought his face didn’t change or move an inch. Shinobu wanted to laugh, because unlike typical Giyuu fashion, everyone who saw him the entire day could see the pulsing vein on his temple that seemed like it would pop any minute. It was clear that he was pissed off, as he handed you the oil to douse the clothes in and gave a readily lit match, but she found it a little sweet that he was a bit more transparent when it came to you.

After the fabric was reduced to ashes in front of Maeda-san, a new agreement was made about your uniform, and as a temporary solution, Giyuu lent you a few of his spare uniforms for you to wear on duty. You had plenty of kimonos and hakamas to wear, but you primarily wore those for training and didn't particularly provide the same protection the corp’s issued uniform did.

It was a little tight around your chest and your hips, and a bit too long for your arms and legs, but you could still move around comfortably without busting a button, so you took it gratefully, and wore it for the week your uniform was being made.

He was with you when your new uniform arrived. The two of you were eating snacks on the Water Estate’s engawa when a kakushi—in a nice surprise it was Tsune—dropped by with a new package, similar to the one Giyuu handed you before. You thanked them and hurriedly went in one of the empty rooms to change, leaving Giyuu to drink his tea alone as he waits for your return

“Giyuu!” You call as you join him back on the engawa. He turns only to be blinded when he sees you smiling to high heaven. “Look, it’s perfect! They got the measurements right this time.”

The uniform you wore right now was just like your old one, and he could see that it clearly made you happy. You even  twirl in place, gleefully modeling your new skirt and uniform blouse to him.

“I’m grateful you lent me your uniform, but I;m more used to wearing skirts.” Laughing lightly, you look down at your clothes, carefully running your fingers across the fabric. “I’m so glad this one’s perfect!”

Without an ounce of shame or hesitation, Giyuu tilts his head towards you and says, “You’re the one who’s perfect.”

Oh my god, your heart is going to explode.

Looking down at your tabi socks, you let your hair fall over your face, if only to hide the red flush on your skin. “Giyuu, are you sweet talking me right now?”

“No, I’m being honest.” From the sound of his voice, he was being one hundred percent, and a quick look on his face confirms it, even if there was a little mischievous glint in his eyes. He knew you were getting flustered and in extension, knew what he was doing to you.

You sit down at your previous spot right beside him before taking your teacup from where you placed it on the tray to hide the small smile on your lips. “Okay, okay, you can stop now, you’ve made your point.”

“But I’m serious, you look perfect.” Giyuu leans over, wrapping an arm around your waist and places a soft kiss on your cheek. He tugs you closer to lean against him and  watches how your skin changes into a deeper red. It makes him think that he should voice his thoughts about you more often.

“Ah, Giyuu! Stop it!” You giggle, but ultimately return the favor, peppering his face in kisses and smiling at him in a way that makes his heart beat faster.

He may have been a little sad that you won’t be wearing his clothes anytime soon now, but seeing you comfortable and smiling…

Well, that was more than enough for him.

A/N: A gentle reminder to those who reached the end: please know that you are a beautiful and wonderful person. You are loved, you are valued, and have people who care for you, okay?

A huge thank you for reading! online classes are being a little pain, so even if I really missed writing (and reading) fanfics, I might be a little rusty :(( hopefully ya’ll enjoyed it 🥺

Again, to the anon who requested this, i am so so sorry that it took me this long. i hope you still liked it tho 🥺🥺 (i also might post that modern hs au i was talking about earlier, so keep your eyes peeled for that <3)