#kyojuro rengoku x GN! reader

[mamayan]

★Mouthy☆

Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader

tw: NSFW • Oral (M) • Praise • Overstimulation • Deep Throating • Marriage



You stared silently out into the court yard, eyes flicking back and forth like a pendulum.

The autumn air was just becoming crisp, leaves dotted with signs of changing colors, vibrant greens, yellows, oranges, and reds painting the trees. You tightened the blanket draped around your shoulders, keeping in the warmth as you watch Kyojuro and Senjuro dance with their wooden blades.

Despite the cooling temperatures, Kyojuro had forgone his top in favor of flexing his sweat coated muscles.

His younger image likely dressed too warmly, and the one to blame was you of course. He seemed cold this morning, and you’d pushed him to add layers in case he caught a cold. Now you wondered if you accidentally aided in some sort of punishment, Kyojuro’s strikes more harsh than usual as they spare.

Senjuro is no where near his older brother’s level, too cautious and overthinking each little movement until he’s late in reacting. You wince as Senjuro is struck again, though you know Kyojuro withholds nearly all force in favor of tapping his brother to bring awareness to his openings.

Kyojuro looks frustrated though, despite his smile and blazing eyes focused on the training and quality time with his brother, he’s radiating a tension even Senjuro notices.

He’d returned from a mission almost a week ago, having been gone for a month hunting a particularly elusive demon, and he’d been silent. He’d merely come through the door and grasped onto you like a life line, holding you so tight you worried he’d crush you, but staying still and pliant because he needed it.

He’s become more vocal and active as the days went by, refusing to acknowledge your worries when you brought up his shifted behavior.

He’s been placating you for an entire week, but it’s not difficult to see he’s bothered by whatever happened during that month.

He just normally opens up to you.

“Right! Senjuro, practice your stance again, you need to keep your stamina up even when feeling exhausted!” Kyojuro kindly fixes his form, and renews Senjuro’s confidence. He still can’t help but ask, the younger brother more sensitive than the older.

“Brother? Is everything… alright?” Kyojuro’s smile wavers for a fraction, before he’s yanking his lips back up into a familiar smile as he chuckles and lands a pat to Senjuro’s back.

“I’m good! I’m going to train hard too!” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself, and Senjuro’s face likely matches your own twisting into disbelief.

Ever the patient and respectful child though, the smaller male relents with a small bow, returning to his stances.

Your eyes don’t leave his figure even as he tries to ignore you and walk past to gather his top. He seemed to have forgotten who he left his actual blade with though, the katana resting across your lap as you cock a brow at his sheepish expression as he comes your way now.

“My love, as beautiful and blazing as—,” you cut him off with a raised hand, finger pointed up to the sky as you frown.

“Our room please.” You sigh softly, standing up and leading the way inside while Kyojuro sits to take off his shoes. He quickly catches up, legs carrying him faster as he closes in just at your back, quiet and almost solemn as you slide the shoji open.

Your shared bedroom is neat and tidy, decorated by fine furniture gifted for your wedding and calligraphy drawn by Ubuyashiki-sama and even your father in law Shinjuro himself.

You turn, not moving back even as his close proximity startles you. He’s not giving you any space as you both stand in the doorway. Your eyes flick up, taking in his impassive expression, nearly as flat as Tomioka-san.

It’s not like him in the least, especially if he’s not honest how he’s truly feeling.

His hands are clenched into fists, and you have enough of an idea to figure out your sweet husband is angry.

He’s frustrated and mad at something or himself, and he’s bottling it up.

You reach both hands out, cupping one of his clenched fists to curl around and lift to your lips where you place a chaste yet suggestive kiss on the knuckle.

You tug him into the room, his eyes hot as he stares at you, follows your lead even as you turn him and push him into the chair you use at your vanity. The memories of him learning how to draw your brows at this very spot will last forever, sweetening your heart as you sink down to your knees in front of him.

He looks confused now, brows furrowed and a bit irritated.

“Flame, get off the ground, it’s too cold now to be playing on the floor.” You roll your eyes at his pandering tone, realizing this situation is more dire than you expected. He’s nagging you.

“But if I’m not on the ground, how am I supposed to please you?” You ignore his tone, purring your words seductively as you let your hands smooth up from his knees to his upper thighs.

His eyes widen, mouth parting slight but he’s not objecting as you tug at his pants, happy he’s already bare from the waist up for you.

You’re happy to remain clothed, eyes narrowing in delight as he obeys and slips his belt off and lets his bottoms drop.

You drink in the sight of your husband’s strong muscular thighs, taunt with tension and leading up to his now slightly chubby cock, seeming to awaken with your invitation.

You smirk, slyly looking up at him as he sits back down, eyes hooded but lips still pulled tight into a line. His facial expression is tight, jaw clenched and restrained.

“Do you want this love?” You whisper like it’s a secret between you both, leaning your torso into his lap as you let one hand palm his warm growing erection, aiding in the blood flow and you curl your fingers around it and pump him languidly. “Do you want me to use my mouth and kiss it better?” You’re soft and gentle as you leave wet kisses across his thighs, eagerly sliding in between his thighs he spreads for you, letting you come closer and kiss the soft tip of his now engorged rod. His scent is musky and earthy, his sweat and earlier workout only making it more noticeable as you rub your thighs together greedily.

“Or…” he groans as you lick from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around his frenulum and lavishing it with saliva to trickle down.

You move back down to his inner thigh, looking up as he stares down with flushed features, smile dripping honey just for him.

“Would you rather fuck my mouth and use me?” You bite deep into his thigh, his sharp hiss and flinch almost violent as he jerks, one hand twisting into your hair and jerking you up and off the abused flesh from between your teeth. “Fuck—!” He growls furiously, face twisted into a grimace as he eyes you with a dangerous gleam.

“You’re asking for it flame,” his tone is dark and no none sense despite the tight smile on his face.

And with your own mischievous smile, you nod, agreeing.

“I am.”

He grunts, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as he drinks in the sight of you on your knees before him. Each gurgle and gag punctuated by a wet slap and squelch as he sinks into your warm little mouth, cock twitching as he grips your face with both hands and works his hips deeper. “You’re doing so good firefly,” he’s delirious and overstimulated, cock aching for rest like your tear and cum stained face was. He couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t let him, every time he pulled out after coming down your throat or on your pretty face, your lips and hands would chase him and have him hard again too quickly. The desperation and affection you seemed determined to shower him with driving him to the brink of madness. His hips bucked, pushing down your sore burning throat as he moans, huffing as he notices the room became humid with the heat radiating off you both. His glutes burn too, muscles straining from his earlier workout and now this, sensitive tip still eagerly bullying into your mouth as your tired tongue moves to lick and cheeks hallow to suck.

Drool and cum mix around your lips and drip down your chin onto your nice kimono, but he can’t find it in himself to care, captivated by the erotic image of you covered in his release. He knows you’re tired, smaller hands digging into his thigh for purchase and he uses your face like a sex toy, titling your head a little to the left to rub at the inside of your cheek as his hips spasm in pleasure.

“Yes— ah, just like that and I’ll cum again, but you’d like that won’t you?” He’s normally never this rough and unyielding, always so careful with you like your porcelain he could shatter. His eyes are hazy and lustful, so transfixed by the sight of you swallowing his cock it left him breathless as he works towards another release.

“Do you want to taste me little flame? Or should I paint this pretty face again?” With his thumb he smears some still wet cum from earlier across your cheek, tapping his dick through the skin and moaning as you suckle greedily, teary eyed and pupils blown as you stare up at him. He chuckles, “In your mouth then,” he hisses, chills nearly forcing him to his knees shooting down his spine as his balls draw tight and he comes, groin pressing up against your nose, public hair tickling and distracting as he twitched and spurts his load down your throat.

He holds for just a second longer than usual, letting you cough and gag before he pulls out and yanks your face up.

“Open for me,” he orders gently, grinning as you do and show you swallowed every drop.

“So good for me,” he coos, leaning down and filling your mouth with his own wiggling muscle, as if to ignite your arousal higher with his filthy kiss. When he pulls back, he catches the string of saliva connecting you both for a second, feeling his cock twitch again as he drinks in your swollen puffy lips, where his cock had been between just moments ago.

Where he wants to be again now.

He tries to step back, give you space to think and breathe, but you just crawl closer again. Pressing your lovely face up against his thigh, begging him to slip his cock back into your awaiting mouth.

“Kyo~” your hoarse tone is so sexy he almost moans, loving how it’s all because of him.

“Take a break for me firefly, I need you awake tonight. I need to apologize to you—tsk, really?” Your hair is once again caught and pulled tight, his face scrunching in irritation and disbelief as he looks as the visible bite mark now resting freshly renewed on his inner thigh.

“Fine little flame, but don’t cry to me later,” he grits his teeth, cock already hard as he taps the tip against your closed smiling lips.

“Open that pretty mouth, I’ll show you why biting there isn’t nice.”

You do, with glittering eyes matching his own now, you open nice and wide as he works his thick rod back into your throat while your eyes roll back in bliss.

You awake the next morning a bit achy, jaw and throat sore but as your eyes flutter open, the soft smile of your husband greets you.

“Good morning my love,” he’s holding a tray, tea and breakfast present. “I thought this might help ease the soreness… would you like to eat?” Your heart warms, smile blossoming as he matches yours now, happiness radiating off him.

You both enjoy a lazy breakfast in bed together, chatting of this and that, until you’re both laying down, heads turned to look at one another.

He looks away, frowning for a moment, but seeming to steel himself as he looks back to you.

“I’d like to talk now…” your hand brushes his, his fingers quick to snag yours as he intertwines them.

You listen, even if his words bring sorrow and pain, because you’re content to share with him in everything.

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[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui & wives, poly obamitsu, tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, gn!reader, big spoon coded reader cus i said so, wholesome fluff, cuddling n snuggling, polyamory (tengen & obamitsu's parts), kamaboko trio aged up as per usual.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— A teddy bear in the shape of a man and enthusiastic to be used as one! As a Hashira, Kyojuro is often kept away for days and weeks at a time, so he makes the most of every moment you spend together.

— Kyojuro's not happy unless he's got his arms full of his favorite person, so you can expect him to seek you out the moment he arrives home.

— If you’re a civilian and he finds you in the kitchen, he’ll drape himself over you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and lavishing it with smiling kisses, rugged hands settling on your hips.

— Kyojuro wants to be cuddled to sleep and truly can’t bear to be parted from you, no matter how swelteringly hot it gets in the summer months. And if he has obligations, he tries to wake up a little early so he can have a few minutes of cuddle time with you before he’s whisked away. You don’t even have to be awake for it, he just wants to hold you for a little while <3

— He started out as a big spoon but converted into a little spoon when he discovered what it felt like to be properly held. He’s no more content than he is when he’s got his back pressed to your chest and you’ve curled yourself around his broad frame. 

— He likes it best when you rub his belly when his eyes are too big for his stomach, always easing a bit of the discomfort <3

— Kyojuro is comfy to lay on, with two perfect pillows for you to rest your head on (his pecs <3). His muscles are quite soft when relaxed, and the way his heart stutters when your cheek rests on it is so cute.

— Kyojuro feels safe in your presence so he’s very prone to falling asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap. With his workload and inconsistent sleep schedule, he’s often a cuddle session away from nodding off. Particularly so when you start playing with his flaxen hair, it’s like his off-switch 🤭

— He’s a bit of an oversized lapdog and’ll climb into your lap every chance he gets. As far as he’s concerned, that’s his seat. It looks funny to outsiders if he’s bigger than you, but he hardly cares, all too eager to get all comfy in your lap and tell you about his day.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 & 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Big, tough man too cool to cuddle? No sir. Tengen is a touchy lover and raises a brow when you try to sit anywhere other than his lap, like why aren't you in your assigned seat? 🤨

— Pulls you flush against his side every chance he gets, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders. You often get a companion wet kiss to the cheek to boot just to see you scrunch your face up and wipe his spit off your cheek >:(

— His wives are just like him– Suma especially who practically hangs off of you with those big doe eyes, clinging onto your arm during outings as a group. Between Tengen and Suma, your hands will never be lonely and you'll certainly never be cold. Those two are space heaters and can't keep their hands off their partners to save their lives.

— Makio is easily flustered by affection but ultimately craves it, even if getting her to admit it is like pulling teeth. A hopeless romantic at heart <3 She’s a big spoon and overheats easily, so she prefers to linger on the edges of the cuddle piles. She’ll smack your thigh if you move around too much with an annoyed grumble. She can be such a meanie sometimes 😔

— Hinatsuru doesn’t mind holding or being held, she just wants to be close to you. Though generally more soft-spoken than Makio, Tengen, and Suma, her affectionate touch translates her love for her partners so clearly. Often rubs soothing circles over your back, rests a comforting hand on your arm, and pets your hair while you cuddle.

— Tengen likes to talk when you cuddle, prattling on about his or your day while rubbing your side or back mindlessly. Most times, he talks you to sleep or vice versa, considering what a busy guy he is before retirement. Sometimes you’ll get caught up in deep conversations about your past lives, silly theories, or ping-pong flirtatious banter until you can barely keep your eyes open.

— Tengen likes it most when you and the wives crawl right on top of him, all to eager to be living furniture for his beautiful spouses while you all gossip and giggle to each other.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 & 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

— Dare I say the clingiest partners ever?

— Obanai hesitates where as Mitsuri openly throws herself into your arms at every opportunity. Just be patient and take things slow and he'll follow Mitsuri's example. It’s a subtle shift, maybe he leans his head on your shoulder to test the waters, unable to meet your eyes. He melts if you wrap an arm around his shoulders and rub his arm, eyelids drooping as he relaxes further against you.

— Mitsuri is a cuddle bug in every sense of the word, like a tiny, purring kitty rubbing its body against your legs when you come near. You swear she chirps like one too, especially when her affections are met with a head pat or tender kiss.

— Obanai won’t say it, but he likes it when he’s in the middle, tucked safely between his two favorite people. The three of you spend many long hours this way, just relaxing in each other's embrace before your obligations call you away from the cuddle puddle– with no shortage of complaints from your lovers (Obanai’s longing wistful look as you go is just as painful as Mitsuri’s whines)

— Their clinginess only worsens as your relationship progresses, I’m afraid 💀 Obanai has a death grip comparable to a boa constrictor, especially when he’s in a deep sleep.

— I have a vivid image in my mind of Mitsuri having to use her insane strength to pry his arms off of you and scooch herself in your place so you can pee in the middle of the night, barely able to stifle her giggles. (Obanai is very much this meme)

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Touch starved but doesn’t know it, and is also unintentionally touchy. Until he isn’t. Until his touches seem all too intentional, never without meaning.

— Cuddling with you is one of his favorite activities and he’ll even schedule official cuddle time if you let him, so you never go without the comfort of one another’s arms for long. He’ll even decline plans if it’s the wrong time of day…

��Sorry, I’d love to, but it’s almost four and I always cuddle with my partner around that time.”

— And no it’s not negotiable. What if he was late, or missed it and hurt your feelings? No no, he’s far too considerate for that.

— Besides, he misses cuddle time the most when he’s out in the field, miles away from your warm embrace. You can tell he’s missing you in the letters he sends home, commenting about how it “ sure is cold out here,” though the longer he goes without the less subtle he is, rephrasing how he misses you in every paragraph. Can you really blame him? He truly adores you so it’s hard to be away from you :((

— Prefers to be the little spoon but ultimately will be happy no matter how you’re cuddling. (I expand on little spoon Tanjiro in this post <3)

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Instinctually touchy and yet so unused to cuddling. Inosuke doesn’t know much about positive affectionate touch so he tends to squirm out of hugs and gets a little anxious when you hold him still too long, much like a dog would. He asks you what you’re doing, voice a little softer than normal, cheeks a little pink beneath his mask.

“Cuddling you?” you reply, equally confused by his reaction as he is to your affection.  “Well stop it. It feels weird,” he huffs, and you comply, albeit a bit disheartened. You can’t help but be curious about his rejection, so you push past the sudden awkwardness of the moment to inquire about it. “Feels weird how?” “I don’t know! It just does!” he snaps defensively, a little frustrated, an emotion you can’t help but mirror. But then you relax, reminding yourself to be understanding. It must show on your face though, because he follows you around until he’s sure you aren’t mad at him. Your understanding nature is something he’s still getting used to as well.

— Take it slow with him if you can help it, form positive associations with touch, and then try again another time and he’ll be more receptive <3 REALLY receptive after a while, like before you know it you’ve got a stage 10 clinger on your hands 😭 

— Especially if you start sleeping together, cus he likes to cover you with his whole body as his way of protecting you while you’re in a vulnerable state.

— However, he will get bitchy if he catches you taking naps without him there to cuddle up to you. Like just say you don’t love him 😔 You’ll wonder why he’s giving you dirty looks and the cold shoulder all day, yeah it’s cus you didn’t immediately come find him to nap. Traitor.

— He associates cuddling with sleep so he’s prone to nodding off, and if you guide his head to rest on your chest and massage his scalp? He’s dead to the world, snoring and everything.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— You cannot pry this man off of you and I mean it. He was clinging to you before you were even an item, often to your leg, your kimono, your hand, wherever he can reach. If you reciprocate once, he’ll keep coming back for more of it. So touch starved it’s pitiable, and he’s smart enough to know that looking pathetic earns him sympathy.

— That said, he’s taken aback if you initiate cuddling, almost unable to fathom being desired. It’s only then that he gets a little shy, chuckling nervously as you take him into your arms. Doesn’t know what to do with himself.

— Zenitsu isn’t picky about how you cuddle, just that you’re touching in every way possible. Tangles his legs with yours, wriggles as close as humanly possible, and holds your clothing in an iron grip.

— Oftentimes he looks so blissed out when he’s wrapped up in your embrace, eyes half-lidded or drooping with sudden sleepiness. You’re just so comfortable, and comforting, and beautiful and aaaa before he knows it he’s muttering all these things to you.

You awaken slowly to a considerable weight on your chest, squinting with your eyes closed you feel around blindly and find the familiar shape of your husband sprawled out on top of you. You sigh, recognizing his snores and a smile tugs at your lips despite it being tough to breathe. Your palm rests on his back, bunching in the thick fabric of his hoari. Your eyes finally crack open, the morning light illuminating your fully-dressed partner. Must’ve been a long night, you mused to yourself, able to picture a half-asleep Zenitsu stumbling into bed so clearly in your mind. Though even his unconscious alter-ego tended to seek you out. You turn, shifting Zenitsu onto his side. He stirs, but only slightly, immediately tucking his head under your chin with a grunt. “Don’t go,” he murmurs in his sleep, most likely to a dream version of you and a fondness warms your chest. “Stay.”

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐤𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬❞

a/n: as usual, afab!body w/no gendered language. y'all i swear i'm back surely... i totally don't work five eight and a half hour shifts in a row after this... not at all.... anyway didn't include all of the hashira just because i don't want this to feel too overcrowded, might do a part two though if anyone wants a specific character. enjoy!

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. *. ⋆ SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

▸ face fucking. he loves taking his frustration out on your poor throat, especially after particularly drama filled hashira meetings. watching the way the spit dribbles past your lips and how your eyes roll into the back of your head so unashamedly.

▸ spit kink. he goes crazy for it fr. having you kneel in front of him as he takes ahold of your jaw. forcing your mouth open and instructing you to stick your tongue out before spitting. he moans so beautifully when you readily accept his gift and swallow.

▸ choking. he loves the feeling of wrapping his hands around your throat and squeezing, seeing how your cheeks redden. enjoying the choked gasps you struggle getting out with every thrust inside of you.

▸ degradation. he's got a mouth on him, that's for sure. insults upon insults thrown at you, practically babbling about how much you're a dirty whore- his dirty whore- the closer he gets to his orgasm.

▸ brat taming. breaking you down until your nothing but a shivering mess. you always just have to give him attitude, don't you? running your mouth until he's forced to put you back in your place.

. *. ⋆ GIYUU TOMIOKA

▸ hair puling. both giving and receiving. shamelessly moaning anytime your fingers brush against his scalp, yanking at the hair while his tongue licks at your trembling walls.

▸ body worship. he's so fucking in love with you and that's especially in the bedroom. he spends hours memorizing your body, trailing your curves, kissing at the dips in your skin. all before he even thinks of fucking you.

▸ bondage. intricately tying your wrists and ankles to bedposts, the roughness of the rope scratching at your skin with every pull. he'll stand above you for a few seconds after, just watching how you squirm against the restraints.

▸ cock warming. sometimes he's just so bone tired from it all. he just needs to feel you, nothing more. sitting you on his lap and sinking his cock into your welcoming walls. face burying into your neck and savoring the feeling.

▸ sensory deprivation. goes kind of hand in hand with his love of tying you up. he has an extensive collection of silk ribbons, in all kinds of colors, that he'll have you model for him later that night.

. *. ⋆TENGEN UZUI

▸semi-public. he's so daring with it, really. when he wants you, he wants you, and he's not ashamed of that. fucking you in too small closets as maids at the butterfly mansion pass by, or on the top of a roof where nightlife bustles below.

▸ size kink. he's fucking huge, towering over you in every sense of the word. seeing how your lips struggle stretching around his cock or how small your hand is compared to his- it drives him absolutely insane.

▸ breeding. my god please don't get me started on this.., he wants to cum inside of you so bad, anytime and every time he fucks you. thinking of how sexy you'd look all round with his baby!!

▸ humiliation. just like sanemi, this man has a mouth on him. seeing how your cheeks redden and you stutter anytime he calls you out on being such a whore for him- it's adorable, he just can't help it.

▸ orgasm denial. such a tease with it, too. lets you think he's gonna let you cum this time around, only to pull completely away from your skin as soon as your on that edge. cooing at how you cry at him, apologizing for being so mean, even if he doesn't really mean it.

. *. ⋆KYUOJURO RENGOKU

▸ breeding. best friends think alike, right? pls just make this man a daddy already. he's so desperate for it. rutting inside of you for the third time in a night, all to cum inside your pretty pussy.

▸ cunnilingus. oh, he is such a big pussy eater. sometimes it's just so much with him. large arms wrapping around the thighs that squeeze either side of his head, lapping at your pussy like it's his last meal and he's a man starved.

▸ eye contact. grabbing at your jaw, forcing your gaze to his, instructing you to keep it there. he's eyes are so intense, so fiery. boring into you with every thrust inside- taking in the dilation of your pupils and the flutter of your pretty eyelashes.

▸ overstimulation. most times he doesn't even mean to do it, y'know? you just feel so good, and he's chasing that high over and over again until you're jelly in his arms, feeling pleasure so painfully.

▸ dry humping. his favorite foreplay. the atmosphere thick as you both huddle close, grinding and frotting against each other. anything for friction. until he gets so desperate for your touch that he's ripping your clothes off right then and there.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

HIHI I LOVE UR WORK!!

Could u please do the kny Hashira with s/o who is like, the funniest mf to walk the planet. Like, they know how to hit their humour PERFECTLY and they just makes them laugh so much!!!

(Hey hey, Anon! I really hope I pleased you with the request, it was a little difficult to come up with hcs so I hope you enjoyed. Have a nice day!)

Hashira w/ a Funny S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Nothing, just fluff and GN! Reader)

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- Not afraid to laugh at your jokes, he makes it known that he thinks it’s funny. You can hear him laughing from a mile away.

- Sometimes you make him laugh so hard that he slaps his knee or throws his head back.

- Will tell you afterwards that his ribs and cheeks hurt from laughing so much, but he’ll still be smiling.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- When you first made him laugh, he was surprised at first since it was rare for him to laugh, let alone laugh at someone’s joke.

- Though when you keep on making him laugh he gets suspicious. “What are they on about?” He often thinks to himself.

- One time when you made him laugh, he chuckled louder than usual and it caught you off guard so you were just staring at him all starstruck. Then he got embarrassed and turned away from you, telling you to stop staring.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- He finds your funny personality very endearing.

- Loves to hear any new jokes you come up with and praises you on your talent.

- If you’re having a laughing fit because of your own jokes, he’ll chuckle before smiling at you softly.

- When he found out that you could even make Sanemi and Obanai laugh he was glad that you could make his fellow Hashira happy.

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- She admires how well and quickly you can make others bust out in laughter. It warms her heart.

- Shinobu’s laugh is always low and giggly. You love it. (I love it too)

- It feels weird to her to genuinely smile this much but she doesn’t mind it and learns to grow used to it when she’s with you. (Kanae above approves of you)

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji����

- You make her laugh so much that her face gets red. She always tries to cover it too.

- (If you’re a Hashira) She tries so hard not to laugh at one of your little jokes during the Hashira meetings. (Ultimately, she fails but the other Hashira can’t blame her)

- For the love of Mitsuri, please do not make her laugh while she’s eating or drinking something unless you wanna make her choke (and not in a good way)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- Before meeting you, it was extremely rare to make him laugh. He probably never even laughed since Sabito’s passing. Then he met you and changed everything.

- Whenever he laughs he doesn’t laugh for very long or loud, mainly he chuckles.

- Also fun fact, he doesn’t understand dark humor, he’ll be more concerned than anything.

🔊Uzui Tengen🔊

- He is the type of person who playfully hits your back whenever you make him laugh.

- You also most likely loss roughly 30% of your hearing from his loud laughter.

- Whenever he sees you making Hina, Makio, and Suma laugh he will softly smile at all of his partners having a good time.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- When he first met you he already heard about you from the other Hashira like Rengoku and Uzui. He referred to you as “The Laughing Person” because you make everyone laugh.

- Like Tomioka, he mainly chuckles, but after he’s done laughing and sees you still laughing at yourself he’ll smile to himself.

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He grows fond of you over time. Before he regained his memories he would think of you as an otter because they say that it represents laughter and joy. (I think it represents that, I looked it up so it might not be correct)

- After he regained his memories, he would be much more expressive when he’s laughing.

- Muichiro always looks forward to your jokes everyday.

Masterlist

[mysicklove-main]

“i like you.”

you pause, smiling to yourself. “I know, love, we are dating.”

“but i've never liked anyone this much," Rengoku says, pressing his lips onto the back of your hand. a kiss for each knuckle. he says that every inch of you deserves love, so often times you find him kissing your hands, your temples, your wrists.

it wasn’t like the two of you were doing something big to deserve this declaration of "love". you both were sitting crossed-kneed across each other and drinking warm tea. well, you were— he was staring at you, seeming to hang off every word you said.

but of course, he just got back from his week-long mission, he was always so doting the day after. it was cute seeing how affectionate he can be. he wanted to know exactly what you did the days he was away. he didn't want to miss anything important involving you.

when you set the tea down, he gently pulls you over to him, wrapping his body around yours and presses light kisses along your neck. “we should be wed.”

you softly smile as you always do. he has said this so many times, so you don’t even falter at it. “you know I would love to kyo.”

he sighs and presses his forehead to your shoulders. you can feel his body droop, the disappointed unhidden. “but I won’t risk you being a widow. it’s harder for a widow to find a husband”

his arms tighten around you, as if the mere idea makes him uncomfortable. he has come to terms to the fact that he could die any mission, but with you around everything feels so different. the thought of you being left alone haunts him.

“if something did happen to you, I wouldn’t take another,” you mumble leaning into his chest. it was true, you don't think you would recover if he ever did pass.

“i would want you to!”

you turn toward him with a raised eyebrow, before dragging your finger up his arm. "yeah? want me to lay in another mans arms?" you murmur, and press a kiss to his jaw, causing him to shiver. "kiss another man like this?", and begin to run your fingers down his body, "touch another man so sensually?"

he grips onto your hand before they reach their destination. his eyes peer into yours, and he has a soft pinkness to his cheeks. "marry me."

you slightly tilt your head to the side, a lazy smirk on your face. "and if i become a widow?"

he uses one hand to rub the back of your hand, and the other to lightly hold onto your neck. "nothing sounds worst than the thought of you with another. that alone will drive me to stay alive."

you grin at him. "mhmm, I do like the idea."

he brings his face closer toward yours, his forehead almost touching yours. "marry me."

"i am forever yours, Kyojuro."

he presses his lips to yours for a moment, and pulls away, the tips of his ears now burning. "I really like you."

"yeah? funny, because I really like you too."

[wenumsmol]

Umai

ModernAU!Rengoku Kyojuro x GN!Reader

Summary: Kyojuro just got home from a solo outing on a hot day and he's looking so hot you can barely concentrate on what he's saying. He catches on and it's up from there. (He's innocent and cute til he isn't.)

Content Advisory: Proof-read but the plot twist is my eyes keep crossing from sleepyness. If it doesn't make sense, tough titty.

Fluff, Smut-heavy, Overstim, Gender Neutral Reader, A little rough (He fucks like his daddy and you can't tell me otherwise.)

WC: 3.3k words.

Do not repost anywhere, claim as your own, or advertise my works on tiktok. Kay? Thanks.

༒︎Masterlist༒︎

MINORS DON'T INTERACT. Go AWAY. NO!

*Sprays water* GIT! No means no. I do not consent.

Kyojuro pedals up to the apartment building, the summer heat clinging to his skin like a second layer. He skids to a stop, dismounting with a fluid motion, and walks his bike to the rack, locking it securely before heading inside. His compression t-shirt is soaked with sweat, clinging to his muscular frame, and his basketball shorts hang low on his hips. A baseball cap covers his signature golden hair, now damp with perspiration.

He climbs the stairs to the apartment, each step echoing in the quiet building. When he reaches the door, he unlocks it and steps inside, the cool air of the apartment a welcome relief. He toes off his sneakers, neatly placing them alongside yours, and tosses his keys and cross-body backpack onto the side table with a clink.

"Hey, babe! I'm home!" he calls out, his voice full of energy despite the long bike ride. He walks into the living room, where you’re lounging on the couch, and stops in front of you.

You look up from your book, momentarily stunned by the sight of him. Kyojuro’s flushed face, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way his t-shirt clings to every muscle—it’s all incredibly distracting.

He glances toward you, his eyes lighting up as he sees you lounging on the couch, engrossed in a book. "Hey there, sweetheart."  His voice is warm and affectionate as he greets you. "How's your day been? I missed you."

You look up from your book, smiling as you set it aside. "Oh, hey Kyo. My day’s been alright. I just got into a good part of this book," you say, holding up the novel.

Kyojuro’s eyes follow the book in your hands, then meet your gaze with genuine concern. "I’m glad you’re enjoying it," he says, stepping closer. "I missed you so much today. I know it was too hot for you to join me at the zoo, and that's okay. But tell me, are you doing alright? Did you stay cool and hydrated?"

You chuckle softly, feeling his care and concern warm you. "Yeah, I’ve been good. I stayed inside with the AC and had plenty of water. I’m glad you had a good time, though. I also hope you took breaks while riding. It's crazy out there today."

While he appreciates your worrying, being hot never really bothered him all that much. He'd even go as far as saying that he was made for this weather.

"Perfect," he says with a relieved smile, his eyes still sparkling with the excitement of his day. "Let me tell you all about it. You won’t believe the things I saw. There was this one zoo keeper who—"

He pauses, pulling off his cap and shaking out his hair right in front of you. Flame-tipped strands fall in loose waves around his shoulders, gleaming even in the dim light of the room. Kyojuro runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it to dry off some of the sweat. He looks wild, carefree, and undeniably sexy.

You hum, watching the way a stream of light catches his disheveled strands and hits his eyes just right.

"And the penguins! They were waddling around so cutely. I could watch them for hours. Oh, and the gorillas! One of them came right up to the glass and stared at me for a good minute. It was like we were having a moment."

Kyojuro chuckles, his deep laugh resonating through the room. He walks over to the fridge, grabs a bottle of water, and takes a long drink, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. You can't tear your eyes away, captivated by the casual display of strength and grace.

As he turns back to you, he finally notices your dazed expression. "Are you okay?" he asks, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You seem a little distracted."

You blink, trying to regain your composure. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just... listening."

Kyojuro's smirk widens into a grin. "Oh, I see how it is," he teased, walking over to the couch. He leans down, his face inches from yours. "You can't keep your eyes off me, can you?"

Your breath hitches as he closes the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. "Well, I can't blame you," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I did work up quite a sweat today."

Before you can respond, he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a mix of tenderness and urgency. You melt into him, all thoughts of the zoo forgotten as the heat between you intensifies.

Kyo pulls back just enough to speak, his breath warm against your skin. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he suggests, his tone leaving no room for argument. He scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you down the hall as you clung to him, anticipation buzzing through your veins.

Once inside, he lays you down on the bed, his movements gentle but intense. Calloused fingers graze your skin as he pulls off your oversized tee and slides off your sleep shorts with a tender touch.

 "I've been thinking about this all day," he admitted, his voice rough with need. "Now, let me show you just how much I missed you."

Kyojuro tilts his head back, a soft sigh escaping his parted lips. His thick fingers comb through the flame-bitten strands of his golden hair, eyes locked on you. You watch, mesmerized, as his muscles flex while he gathers his hair into a loose bun.

You can’t resist tracing every dip and contour of his bulky chest and shoulders with your hands, greedily exploring the strength beneath his skin. Your gaze drifts up to his face, and Kyojuro’s half-smile sends a thrill through you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as he leans down to capture your lips. His mouth moves sensually, a slither of tongue and teeth that nibble at your lips, sucking them gently. Kyojuro's hands roam your body, leaving you breathless and craving more until suddenly he breaks away and rises to a kneeling position on the bed, chuckling deeply.

"You like what you see, huh? Well, hold on, sweet thing..."

All you can manage is a nod, your heart picking up speed.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he steadies himself with one hand splayed on the bedspread. With the other, Kyojuro teasingly plays with the buckle of his belt before unclipping it. His tongue lazily traces his lips, making a show of holding and dropping the belt, the metal piece clattering on the hardwood floor.

Next, his hands move with deliberate dexterity to the buttons of his pants, undoing each one with practiced ease. The dark denim and briefs slide down, revealing his thick thighs. Kyojuro kicks them aside, his hand wrapping around his cock with a low hum. You gasp as his erection bobs against his stomach, proud and thick. It's impressive and a bit intimidating.

Precum beads at the tip, and he wipes it away with his thumb, smearing it on your lower lip. You taste him as you hungrily suck his finger.

“Wanna see how I do it when you’re not here, sweet thing?”

“Y-yeah,” you mumble breathlessly.

Kyojuro beams, his grin widening as he murmurs something your mind struggles to grasp. You pull off his thumb with a lewd ‘pop,’ releasing it.

He leans back with a sigh, retrieving a bottle of lube from the bag on the edge of the bed. His cock twitches as he holds it up, the grin on his face as infectious as ever. He flicks open the cap and pours a generous amount onto his palm.

You shiver as his fingers wrap around his shaft, slickening it with purposeful strokes. The rhythmic motion of his hands, combined with the way his eyelids hood over his eyes, makes your breath catch.

“Oh yeah...watch carefully,” he rasps. “You’ll get some soon.”

In an instant, his grin fades. He groans deeply as his grip tightens at the base, sliding up to the head. He sizes you up, his hips jolting with each stroke. The bedframe creaks, and his moans fill the room.

“Shit tends to get a little hot when I’m involved. You’ll have to excuse me...” he says, slowing down.

Kyojuro cups his heavy sack, tugging it slightly as he feels the blood pool in his shaft. His red-ringed eyes drink in your reaction.

“Fuck, do you want this dick, baby? I can see you drooling for it.” That award-winning smile returns. “I want to play with you first, though. Make you feel good and ready before I’m deep in you,” he drawls slowly.

His hands slide down your body, tracing the contours of your abdomen, the curve of your hips, and the fat of your ass, until they rest on your thighs. His fingers sink into their plushness, gripping tightly as he maneuvers your legs into a perfect press.

“But I think you’re already well aware of that...” He purrs against your neck, placing a soft, lingering kiss just under your jaw. The kiss is so light you barely feel it until the cool air hits your skin as he pulls away.

Your knees are pinned back, and you're spread out so nicely for him. His eyes drink you in like gasoline feeding a fire. He leans down slowly, watching you watch him kiss and lick the crease of your thighs before focusing on your center. It's so sensitive when it's not blocked by a piece of fabric. Kyojuro makes use of his strong jaw and lips to nip and drag against your inner thigh, and your skin burns from the stimulation.

Finally, he makes contact, and you hiss a sharp gasp as your eyes roll up. He's kissing, using his tongue. Your eyes can't quite focus on the details. All you feel is raw, molten pleasure. So much pressure from different directions, causing the space behind your navel to tense.

Over the music in the background, you hear lapping and wet sounds and the occasional suck as Kyojuro groans what could have been words. But you aren't sure. All you know is he's getting a taste of his favorite dessert.

He'd stop for a moment, only to look up with a smirk and raise an eyebrow at you, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before looking you up and down again. "Don't be so impatient...You think you're soft enough for me, baby? Pliant enough? I want you hot enough to melt my dick off. Lemme finish cookin'..." and he slips his hot tongue back inside.

There's a flame-like glow in his eyes when they make contact with yours, and it does more than set your heart ablaze.

"You're aching for me down here, aren't you?" Kyojuro whispers against your entrance, tracing it with an index finger. "But patience is a virtue."

"I-I can't help it..."

You'd say, a shaky whine in your voice as he kept licking and teasing you, like he was trying to get you to the very edge - trying to get you so close, yet not close enough to send you over.

This position becomes too intense. It's almost unfair how good it feels, and you have to close your eyes as your orgasm rapidly swells.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," Kyojuro's voice is ragged. His tongue outlines the very edge of your wet hole, then dips inside. The slurping is obscene, but he pays it no mind, focused entirely on you and chasing your climax.

It strikes you like a sudden burst of wind to a campfire. And like fire, your back bows in an arch from his relentless motions. You don't remember giving your vocal cords free reign, but the strangled cry of Kyojuro's name floods the entire building. Your stomach clenches and quivers, and you want to clamp your thighs around his head to stop it. It's too strong—it's all so much.

"Ooh, right there. Yeah, just like that...fuck, Kyo," you breathe, your hips faltering.

Kyojuro's jaw pops lewdly at the rough pace, but he picks it up.

"Right here?" He emphasizes his point with two fingers slowly slicking into you. You bite your lower lip, humming a lax 'yeah' as your eyelids flutter at the stretch, and nod.

"Then cum for me, sweet thing," Kyojuro slides his free hand down to cup your ass and effortlessly angles you just right. "Cum for me so I can fuck you proper, make it sloppy."

"Right fucking there, ohmyg-god please don't stop—"

Your head jerks forward violently from his intense sucks, feeling the coiling heat at your belly quickly getting tighter and tighter. A full-body shudder goes through you. Your leg shakes, accidentally kicking him in the back of the head, and he doesn't react beyond a low groan. You can't be bothered to apologize as he mercilessly draws out the pleasure until the sensation finally fades to a dull throb, and he slows to a stop, eventually sliding his fingers from you.

"Wow..."

Kyojuro releases your other leg from his grip. Your entire body quivers as the air and his exhale rushes against your now sloppily wet center, making you whimper.

He pants as his wide smile comes into view, and it's so wet it looks obscene. Yet when he pops his fingers in his mouth, it's still not the hottest thing you've ever seen.

The real winner is the look of pure bliss in his warm, hungry gaze as he rolls his tongue, tasting what's left of you.

As he positions himself above you, his lips are soft and warm, but also slightly damp against yours. Everything he does is hot. It's seriously not fair.

"So fuckin' tasty...let's see how many times I can give it to you, hm?" His hips settle against yours. "Sweet thing, I'm gonna wreck you."

"Mmmm..." His breath cools against your sweat-slicked collarbone. Kyojuro tilts your hips, and the shift in pressure sends your gaze spiraling.

"Just take it for me. C'mon baby." It's thick and velvety as it pushes into you, slowly at first. Your jaw goes slack, a small gasp escaping with each movement. Then he stops.

"Wait, wait..."

He flexes within you, hitting the perfect spot just to torment you.

Your breathing is labored as you run your hands over your face, feeling like you could go mad from his sensual torture. It was frustrating, the slow pace he's built up makes you squirm.

"You're so damn tight," he grunts through gritted teeth. "Relax for me, baby."

"Stop teasing, please..." Your plea almost sounds like a sob. "I need more, Kyo."

Kyojuro chuckles deeply, the sound vibrating through you. "Alright, sweet thing. I'll give you what you want."

With that, he pulls out almost completely before plunging back in with a powerful thrust. You cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming. He sets a relentless pace, each stroke deliberate and deep, hitting all the right spots. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your breathless moans and Kyojuro's grunts of pleasure.

His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drives into you. The intensity builds, a coil tightening in your core, ready to snap.

"Cum for me again, sweet thing. I want to feel you," Kyojuro growls, his voice rough with desire.

You can't hold back any longer. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing with the force of it. Kyojuro follows soon after, his hips stuttering as he spills into you with a guttural moan.

He collapses beside you, both of you panting and spent. He pulls you close, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"That was amazing," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine affection. "You're amazing."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "You too, Kyo. You too."

You grip Kyojuro's neck, fingers sinking into the sweat-slicked skin, and clutch his bicep as his thrusts grow more frantic, leaving him gasping for breath. His muscles ripple beneath your touch, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you. A guttural groan escapes him, breaking through his clenched jaw. The room fills with the raw, wet slap of skin against skin, mingling with the intoxicating scent of your shared release.

You're both lost in the sensation, growing more sloppy with every breath. Kyojuro's next exhale nearly knocks you off balance as his gaze darkens with deep-seated tension. A whine escapes your gritted teeth, your toes curling as you cry out, his own moans rising in a desperate chorus. His hips twitch uncontrollably, his hand tugging at your hair in a blend of pain and pleasure as you climax together.

He struggles to maintain his rhythm, releasing deep inside you, each pulse flooding you with heat. The overwhelming fullness makes you gasp, each spurt pushing your limits.

Kyojuro pants heavily, his body shaking. Before you can catch your breath, he presses deeper, his cock still leaking copious amounts of cum. His grinding movements elicit sharp intakes of breath as he continues, not quite ready to stop. He hooks your knee for leverage, the obscene sloshing sound and the sensation of his heavy head bumping into that sensitive spot make you yelp in surprise.

"Please, Kyojuro, I can’t cum anymore. It’s too much," you plead, your voice slurred as your body shakes violently beneath him, tears streaming down your face.

"Just one more," he begs, his voice a desperate whisper. "You’re so good. Hold out for me, okay? Just one more."

It’s too much, your brain a fog of pleasure, but he keeps pushing, his desire insatiable. Your body trembles with every thrust, overly sensitive and on fire.

Kyojuro lowers himself above you, his grin as delirious as yours, but you can’t help but adore the satisfaction on his face. "That’s it... Take this dick, baby. Just don’t pass out on me. You’re too good to miss this," he murmurs, his breath hot and labored. Sweat drips from his forehead onto yours, mingling with the cum that leaks from you as he drives into you once more.

Each thrust stretches you, and with one final, overwhelming push, he loses control, pumping the last of his cum deep inside you. His eyes lock onto yours, distant yet filled with awe. "God... so hot. I love you."

Kyojuro pulls you into his arms, kissing you tenderly, licking the sweat from your neck and hairline. You swat at him weakly, complaining about how gross it is.

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest as he eases out with a sigh. You nuzzle into his chest, murmuring, "I love you too, Kyo. Why do you always have to fuck me like it’s the last time..."

Kyojuro kisses your nose, cupping your cheek. "Because," he whispers, his voice tender as he strokes your feverish skin, "I have to make sure you always know the full extent of my love until the very end, ember of my heart."

His answer is sickeningly sweet, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He tightens his embrace, stroking your hair until you both drift into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: *Consensual kisses for whoever wants em* Thanks for reading <3 please reblog and like!

[bones4thecats]

Could I request Tengen and Rengoku with an s/o who's a descendant of a famous swordsman?

S/O's A Descendant of a Swordsman

Characters: Tengen Uzui and Kyojuro Rengoku (separate) Requester: ⚔Anon A/N: I now dub thee ⚔Anon because of the two characters and the swordsman prompt. Idk it was the first thing that came to mind. Anyways, this is mainly themed around them finding out their spouse is the descendant of a demon slayer. Just noting!

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»»———————————-　Tengen Uzui　———————————-««

🔊 During his time at the Demon Slayer Corps, Tengen has heard about many slayers. But there was always one that stayed in his mind and never seemed to go away: Kenji Sureiyaa. Who was the Thunder Hashira all the way back in the Sengoku Era

🔊 Tengen loved to read all kinds of stuff on the way he produced the style with his four spouses. He would literally just lay a book on a slightly higher-up pedestal next to your large futon bed that you all shared and whenever he couldn't sleep, he'd grab it and read it till god knows what hour

🔊 One morning, you found him sitting in front of the small training area you had installed in the backyard for your wives and husband. And normally whenever he was outside, he'd be using it. Not now evidently

" What are you reading, love? " You asked.

🔊 Tengen looked back at you and smiled before standing up and closing the book, but not before marking his page. He was almost finished, it seemed.

" Just this book on the first ever Thunder Hashira, Kenji Sureiyaa. "

" Kenji Sureiyaa? That sounds familiar. " This caused your husband to snap his head to look at you. His eyebrows cocked in confusion.

🔊 You laid the laundry basket down and began to hang it all up to dry while Tengen just stared at you in curiosity. Silently pondering on how you have heard this man's name before. He knew you were friends with other slayers such as Mitsuri, but not even she knew of the guy

" Oh! Now I remember. My grandfather's grandfather was named that. How ironic, right? "

🔊 Okay... WHAT?!

🔊 Tengen practically dropped his book on the wooden flooring before he spun you around and asked how old you were, causing you to chuckle before patting his arms as he stared into your eyes. Damn, is this what demon's saw when fighting against the ex-shinobi?

" I'm 20, Tengen. Come on, you have to remember this. Did some demon hit you with some weird kind of memory-blood demon art or something? "

" So you're the... HOLY SHIT! You're the descendant of Kenji Sureiyaa! This is so cool! I married one of the first Hashira's grand-kid's grand-kid's kid! "

🔊 Huh?

🔊 As Tengen rambled, you picked up the book to take a glimpse at the detailed drawing of the man. He did look an awful lot like you great-great-grandfather's drawing you had in your room...

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»»——————————-　Kyojuro Rengoku　——————————-««

❤️‍🔥 Rengoku was far from a silent man when he was off of his missions. And right now this was being proved to be true just as much as your honeymoon

❤️‍🔥 Your husband had heard about a book of old slayers from times long past the current one. And he had gotten quite interested into one that was supposedly the tsuguko of the first Stone Hashira: Kei Ishi

❤️‍🔥 Much like with Tengen, Rengoku would ramble about the long-deceased woman as if she was the second most important thing in the world, behind his oh-so-dear spouse, of course!

❤️‍🔥 Today just so happened to be quite the odd one, though.

❤️‍🔥 You had spent most of the day helping Aoi, your dear friend Shinobu's assistant at her mansion, out with healing hurt slayers while your husband was set to return from a nearly three-month long mission up in the northern-area of Japan

❤️‍🔥 Due to this, you were tired and needed a good, long nap. So, you grabbed one of the nearest books and began to read. And as you read, you passed almost four slayers before catching a familiar name written in ink. Kei Ishi?

" Why do they sound so familiar... " you wondered.

" Hello there, my blaze! "

❤️‍🔥 Practically throwing the book at the suspected startler, you noticed that it was knocked into the air before falling right onto the palm of the flame-haired male that you got to call your's

❤️‍🔥 Rengoku laughed as your cheeks flushed and you hid your face behind one of his haori's, which you loved to cuddle with whenever he was absent for whatever reason. And as you began to cool yourself down from the initial scare, Rengoku looked at the page you were reading

" Ah, Kei Ishi! Her story is quite interesting, is it not? "

❤️‍🔥 You just smiled and agreed as he laid the book down on a small bookshelf before adjusting the nemaki he wore to be lighter around his neck, making it appear like a yukata

❤️‍🔥 As he laid down, he noticed that you were looking at another book which was situated just underneath his. It seemed to be the book full of drawings of your ancestors, like your grandparents and aunts, uncles, cousins alike

" Why are you looking at the book of your ancestors, my love? "

" Oh it's nothing, Kyojuro. It's just- the name of Kei Ishi's, it just sounds familiar is all. "

" Do you wonder if she is perhaps an ancestor of yours as well? "

" I suppose so. "

" Then we shall check to make yourself sure! "

❤️‍🔥 Rengoku quickly nabbed the book and set it down on your lap before sitting back down with his outside, seemingly turning to a specific page while you looked for your family tree's page. A tradition for many years was to add on with each generation that held the book in their custody, and maybe you and Rengoku's child will do the same one day

" The final instance of a descendant of Ishi's is with her great-grandson named Takeshi Inoue. "

" Mine starts with Takeshi Inoue... "

" Oh my Gods! Y/N, you're the current descendant of Kei Ishi's! This is beyond unexpected! "

❤️‍🔥 Yeah, it was definitely unexpected alright

[raysrays]

I’ve Got you

Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader

CW: injury,blood, angst-ish to fluff

Scenario: Just because you are a Tsuguko doesn’t mean you get out of going on missions yourself. But what If you don’t return on time? What if you are injured?

Completing missions was never difficult for you, a perk of being a Tsuguko. Personal training by a Hashira has honed your skills. Your technique appears flawless, ensuring success on most tasks. As long as you didn’t run into any upper moons you’d be perfectly fine. Right?

That was your assumption until you reached your destination: a clearing tucked in the heart of a forest. Surrounded by miles of wilderness in every direction. You’d already spent too long traveling a different route due to the weather so you were technically a few days behind.

Upon your arrival, you immediately spotted the clearing, but to your surprise, a demon stood at its center—your target, it has to be.

You drew your sword slowly, cautious not to draw immediate attention to yourself as you approached. Upon getting a clearer view, you studied the demon's appearance intently.

It stood tall, with long white hair and a bluish tint to its skin.

But it must have noticed you staring, as it whipped its head around in seconds.

Its bright red eyes looked terrifying, and its long, claw like nails only added to its unsettling appearance.

You assumed your stance and charged at the demon, employing the breathing technique Kyojuro had tirelessly trained you to master.

However, as you closed the distance, an odd sensation crept over your body, causing everything to seem to move in slow motion.

Looking up, you noticed the demon sporting a creepy grin on its face. With a deliberate motion, it slowly raised its hand, dragging its disgusting claws down your left side.

The sudden surge of pain was intense.

Suddenly, time seemed to unfreeze as you plummeted to the ground in an instant. Looking around, you realized the demon had vanished without a trace.

Not a single hit landed, and it had slipped away.

Despite the searing pain, you attempted to stand, but the agony was overwhelming. Glancing down at your blood-soaked uniform and the wound beneath it, the fight wasn't over.

You couldn't stop now, not with the demon's still alive. That's what you tried to convince yourself.

You attempted to push yourself off the ground, but the pain held you back, causing your vision to blur and your eyelids to grow heavy.

"Am I bleeding out?" The thought flashed through your mind as your head connected with the ground.

It felt like mere seconds had passed when you were abruptly pulled out of unconsciousness by the sounds of yelling and talking.

"Y/N? Y/N?" The voice sounded oddly familiar.

"If you bleed out like this, you'll die in literally the most un-flashy way possible," the voice continued.

Ah, Tengen.

Through the small slit of your eyes, you saw him crouched down in front of you.

"There you are. Glad you're finally awake. I was worried you'd be dead for sure," he chuckled.

As you fully opened your eyes, I noticed that your side had been somewhat bandaged up, though it wasn't exactly top-tier first aid.

He frowned. "Look, I'm aware I'm not Shinobu, but it'll do until we get back."

You nod slowly and manage to push yourself back to your feet.

"How... how long was I out for?" You ask him nervously.

"Well, considering Rengoku paced around HQ to the point where the master sent him off on some pointless mission, I'd say quite a while," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious. How long has it been?" You ask again.

He stops and thinks for a second. "You've probably only been out for a day and a half, but technically, you should have been back two days ago."

Your heart begins to race. You've been out far too long, undoubtedly causing Kyo worry. What if he's angry? Did the master really have to send him off on a mission to calm down?

Your mind races a mile a minute before you finally acknowledge Tengen again.

"Let's head back now. When will Kyojuro return?" Your voice sounds desperate. You want to see him. You need to see him.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Rengoku is probably almost back by now. Like I said, it was just a lame mission to get him to mellow out for a second."

Suddenly, his hard, sarcastic gaze softens with a hint of concern. "Hey, come on, I'll help you back. I know you're probably in a lot of pain right now."

As he extended his hand to you, you finally accepted it. You liked Tengen; he was a good friend to Kyojuro, and really, that's all you cared about. He could be a complete asshole or a genuinely kind person, but you just got lucky today.

It took a while, but he was fast. Together, you both made it back to headquarters in half the time it would have taken alone.

When you finally arrived, he guided you straight to the Butterfly Mansion to get your injury taken care of.

Shinobu took you in and started to properly disinfect and re-bandage your wound.

You stare at her silently as she patches you up. Shinobu always wears that lifeless smile, yet she still looks remarkably beautiful. You know her story and admire her persistence and her invaluable contributions to the demon slayer corps.

"Y/N, you need to rest. I'll have Tengen inform the master about the demon that got away," her voice maintains its usual tone, neither angry nor particularly happy.

"I wasn't able to kill it. I'm sorry," you confess, feeling the weight of failure on your shoulders. That demon may not have been an upper moon, but it was undeniably strong. You almost feel embarrassed. Did you underestimate the demon, or were you too overconfident in your abilities?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Shinobu tilts your chin to look at her. "I assume you aren't used to failure, are you?" Her expression changes; instead of her usual painted smile, this time it seems genuinely sympathetic.

You feel embarrassment wash over you; she read you like a book.

"Y/N, not every mission will end in victory. It's enough that you didn't bleed out on the ground. I think that alone will make Rengoku very happy," Shinobu reassures you.

Shinobu could be extremely harsh, maybe even downright mean sometimes, but right now, she's comforting you. It feels good.

"Thank you, I really needed to hear that—"

You are interrupted by the sound of a crow flying around the mansion.

"Master Rengoku has returned from his mission!" it caws loudly.

Suddenly, the stress floods back over you. You've never been injured like this before. How will he react?

Shinobu notices your reaction and steps back from you.

"I'll be going now. Try to rest up while your injuries heal. I'll check back on you in a few hours."

You watch her leave, wondering if she's going to tell Kyojuro you're here. Does she already know how he'll react to the situation? Is it really even that big of a deal?

Maybe you're just overthinking this. As a Tsuguko, it's understandable that you'd sustain injuries every now and then. As a partner though…it's different.

What was only minutes felt like hours, but eventually, you heard the sounds of the doors to the mansion open.

You recognized those footsteps; you had heard them every day of your life.

Once the doors finally opened, you saw Kyojuro. His eyes scanned you up and down, taking you in before he officially entered the room.

He looked so relieved but also worried as he walked over next to you, sitting in a chair beside the bed.

Before you could say anything, he took both your hands in his and rested his head on top of them.

"Thank goodness you're safe. I was so worried," his voice was quiet and gentle.

You didn't know what reaction to expect, but it wasn't this one.

A couple of moments of silence passed, and he finally lifted his head to look at you again. This time, his face seemed more serious.

"What happened out there? What demon did this to you?" His serious tone wasn't one you ever got used to.

"I'm not sure," you admit.

"If I'm being completely honest with you, I didn't get the chance to learn much about it at all. All I know is that it has the ability to slow down its surroundings, allowing it to attack at a normal rate, and that's how I got here." It felt embarrassing to admit your failure, but his face showed understanding.

Kyojuro knew how hard you had worked and trained, and every solo mission you went on had been a complete success up until this point. So honestly, he seemed just as shocked as you were.

Once he noticed your bandaged wound his serious face changed into a worried and sympathetic one.

"I'm so sorry, sunflower. I should've looked into the mission more before agreeing to let you go. I would never want you to be put in such a position," he said, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and staring into your eyes.

The embarrassment you tried to shut out just came rushing back in that moment.

"Please don't pity me. I failed my mission. It's all my fault. I understand if you are disappointed, but once I heal, I will make sure to find that demon and take it down."

He looked surprised for a moment, then a small smile appeared on his face.

"Little flame, there is no doubt in my mind that you are a skilled swordsman. I'm grateful not only to have you as my Tsuguko but also as my partner," he said, reaching up and planting a small kiss on your forehead.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, my love. You did your best! As long as you return home to me at the end of the day, I will never be disappointed in you."

Your heart melted at his words. Kyo would never be angry with you. He loved you. All he ever wanted was for you to be safe and happy.

His bright, happy smile made everything in the world seem good again. You wanted to just wrap your arms around him and hold on tight.

Then he stood up, wrapping his arms around your shoulders gently.

You finally felt the weight of the situation being lifted off your shoulders. The demon, the fear of bleeding out on the ground, the idea of disappointing Kyojuro, all of it gone.

Tears escaped the corners of your eyes. You hadn't let yourself cry this entire time, but his arms felt safe. As long as Kyojuro was there to support you, you finally felt vulnerable.

Kyojuro's arms felt so protective around you as you cried into him. He knew the stress you had been put through was probably overwhelming.

And even though he'd never show it, his anger made him vow to find this demon and ensure it would never hurt you again.

[0asisbliss]

AHHHH- I’ve seen your requests are open again!! So I’ve meant to ask if you could write about some Rengoku headcanons? What maybe his unexpected traits, behaviour etc.. would be in a relationship? Maybe even some smutty ones?🤭🫣✨

Best regards!❤️

A/N: HIII SWEETIEEEE! Thank you for requesting!🧁here’s a cupcake!

•He’a the type to kiss away your tears when you cry honestly.

•Another fact about Rengoku is that you rarely see him cry sometimes. Sometimes you can’t help wonder what really goes on inside his mind all the time. You hun

•Loves to play in your hair. Doesn’t matter how short or long it is.

•You would probably think his love language is words of affirmation, but he loves your touch he’s more on the physical affection side.

•You literally make him swoon whenever you wear red, or orange not matter what he’s wearing you match with him. :)

•His favorite past time is cooking with you.

•If you’re a foodie like he is you two are going to have a blast! Finding food vendors.

•He has this little dream. After he retires he wants to travel the world and try different foods from different regions with you. :)

•Cheek kisses are the best in his opinion. Give him a kiss on the cheek randomly please. :(

•His favorite part of your body is your hands. Again you can touch him with them. Not in a fetish way maybe like a “I love your hands so touch me 24/7 please.” *Insert puppy eyes*

NSFW

•He’s not some big dominant man.

•He’s probably shy the first time you two finally have sex honestly.

•He’s not afraid to ask questions either.

• “Am I doing it right my love? Or “Does it hurt baby?”

•Literally sooo vanilla and most of the time lets you guide him and take charge, but if you want him to be a little more dominant then yeah he has no problem.

•Aftercare is TOP TIER!!!

•Food? Check. He’ll run you two a bath, then after wrap you up in the warmest blankets.

•Dick analysis: 7.1 when soft, and about grows to about 9.5 inches when hard. Soft pink tip, but turns a bright tomato red when hard.

-That’s it! Have a good day/night, and remember to drink water, and eat something!🤍

[hollowtakami]

HOW THEY HUG YOU

CONTENT: self indulgent hcs on how my fav characters give hugs! just pure fluff, nothing more. giyuu and rengoku may be ooc because this is my first time writing for them and im still learning!

WORD COUNT: 771

AUTHOR NOTE: guess who can’t sleep again lol! i’ve been battling a pretty severe episode for a while now, and i’m trying to pick myself up again so i thought i’d write some fluffy hcs for my comfort ppl! remember that you’re loved, friend!

SATORU GOJO - NECK HUGS

Satoru hugs as though he’s never known personal space. It’s probably because of his infinity, and how he never lets anyone get close to him; so, he’s gonna be as close to you, any chance he gets.

He’s clingy, but not overbearing. He’d ring his arms around you and pull you into him. Holding you close and feeling you bury your face in the crook of his neck is his kryptonite, he loves it.

While he hugs you, Satoru would gently rub your back or run a hand through your hair. Or, if you just need to be held, he’ll understand. Satoru isn’t the best at communicating, but he’ll comfort you with gentle words as much as he can.

Depending on why he’s hugging you, Satoru’s hugs can be a little tight. If he’s happy, you’re gonna be seeing stars because of the lack of oxygen. If he’s a little low, it’s a lot more gentle, so much so that it startled you the first time he softly melted into you, arms snaking around your neck and pulling you in.

KYOJURO RENGOKU - BEAR HUG

Kyojuro’s hugs melt your heart faster than his flames ever could. He’s so gentle, wrapping his arms around you, one looped under your arm and the other around your shoulder as he pulled you in. His look of sympathy disappears as you fall into his chest, close to his heart as he sets yours ablaze.

Contrary to his extroverted nature, Kyojuro’s hugs are very gentle. He’s a hashira, he knows how to protect people and keep them safe. You half-expected to be squeezed to death by him, but was pleasantly surprised when you found yourself safely cooped up in his embrace.

When he hugs you, his hands instinctively move to your hair, the arm snaking around your shoulder gently moving as fingers run through your hair to soothe your woes. He’ll whisper affirmations and words of comfort to you, telling you that it’s more than okay to find yourself in a moment of vulnerability such as the ones you both share when you hug.

He’s the best hugger known to man and you cannot change my mind. He’s used to giving Senjuro lots of hugs, so he’s basically a trained professional.

KEIGO TAKAMI - WAIST HUG

Keigo loves hugging you and having you close, he’s rather protective of you and hates having you away from him. Sure, he could always send a feather to you, but that’s not close enough, even if his feathers are a part of him. If he could, he’d become one with you. After an isolating childhood, Keigo craved attention and closeness.

His arms snake around your waist, gently holding your sides as he pulls you close and wraps his wings around you, cocooning you in his warmth, the safety of his plumage. His feathers only add to the softness of the hug, their feel is great for grounding people should they need it.

When he hugs you, Keigo loves peppering you with kisses, seeing you smile and giggle in response, He loves seeing your soft, flushing face as he pecks at your cheeks and dotes on you. His favourite thing to do is give your forehead gentle kisses or caress your back with a feather or too, anything to make you feel more comfortable and safe.

He’ll whisper to you and remind you that you’re loved, that things will be okay. He’s good with words, since he interacts with his fans and other heroes a lot. Though, this doesn’t mean his words are empty, Keigo would move boulders for you. After all, with Japan’s no. 2 around, nothing would ever be able to hurt you, not when you were in his arms.

GIYUU TOMIOKA - LOCK HUG

Bless his heart, Giyuu isn’t the best at comforting people sometimes. But he tries for you, nonetheless. He’ll offer you his haori, heart melting when he sees you slide it over your shoulders before he locks your arms to your sides with a hug, His arms around yours as he pulls you into his chest with a worried expression; he’s either overthinking a little on how to help you more, or concerned for you. But, it’s definitely both.

His hugs are light as a feather, not much pressure at all. He doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, he’ll protect you no matter what. He’s proud of you, grateful that you felt comfortable enough to let your guard down in front of him, and he wants to repay you by giving you the best comfort he can muster.

When he hugs you, he’ll gently whisper to you, tell you that everything is alright, you’re safe with him. He’ll hear your soft replies, smiling to himself as he feels you nestle deep into the crook of his neck.

Giyuu’s hugs can be somewhat timid, but he’s trying his best! You’re healing together, and his hugs heal him more than recovery breathing ever could.

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

DAY 4: SENSORY DEPRIVATION

With: Kyojuro Rengoku

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Sub! Kyojuro, gn! reader, blindfold/gag/earmuffs, feather usage, ice usage, nonverbal safe word discussed (not used), implied wax play, crying, begging/pleading, reader is a liar.

A/N: Everytime i wrote about his happy trail i thought of ashi. LOL. also this fic is a mess im going to be honest. not my best work, my friends.

Rengoku doesn't understand why he was put in this position. He doesn't understand why he has a blindfold on with his arms tied together behind him, and his legs strapped to the bottom of the chair. He doesn't understand why he has a small black gag in his mouth and pink fluffy earmuffs. 

The thing was, Kyojuro struggles with restraints. He just can't seem to sit still when he receives pleasure. He wants desperately to obey your commands, but your touch always sends him spiralling, and his body always jerks and twitches without meaning to. He has accidentally knocked your hand away so many times when you overstimulate him, or forced your hand back onto his cock when you edge him. It was just a force of habit, and he always apologizes profusely when he does so. Its not like he means to disobey you.

So, tying him up was the next best option. Plus, depriving him of his senses was just because you were feeling cruel, and you wanted to see how strongly he was bound to react with your touch. 

So here he was, completely at your mercy, shivering slightly from what you could guess fear or guilt. He has never done anything to make him deserve a “punishment”, but you were mean. He just looked so pretty when his face was contorted in fear, you couldnt help yourself.

Rengokus blindfold was already dampening with tears as he continues to tremble under your view. His whole world is dark, and everything is silent. The lack of his senses was a strange feeling, and it overwhelmed him.  "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry. Im sorry," He pleads into the gag, the words coming out so muffled you can barely make out the apologies. 

You grab his chin, and press a kiss to his temple, his cheek, and his neck. Immediately he seems to calm down, and you take this time to remove just one of his earmuffs. “Did nothing wrong, Kyo. There is no need to cry.”

He jumps at the sudden sound, and turns to where your voice was coming from. He sniffles, but nods, leaning his head forward to hopefully coax out more affection from you. You smile at him and move to rest your palm on his cheek. He nuzzles it immediately, thankful for any touch. The darkness and the silence made him feel alone, and he was grateful to have some sort of reassurance. 

Your hands graze at his thighs, and he flinches at the feeling, breathing into the muzzle. “Not going anywhere, relax pretty. I'm here,” You coo, using your other hand to run through his hair. He seems to finally begin to melt, his arms no longer struggling against the restraints, and his body refrained from shivering. “Gonna make you feel good, yeah?”

He doesn't even try to speak, the gag wouldnt allow him to anyways. But he nods his head obediently, trying not to move too much from excitement. You kiss his cheek again, hardly containing yourself from how cute he is. Then, you reach back and place a small bell into his hands. He slightly cocks his head to the side, no doubt furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “If you want to stop, ring that. Can you do that for me?”

He nods determinedly, and then rings it to test it out. Immediately, like a puppy, he turns to you, expectantly awaiting his reward for listening. You indulge him, giggling slightly and kissing the space right below his ears, one of his erogenous zones. He groans into the gag, accidentally pulling at the restraints once again. “Good boy!” You praise, and it sends his head spinning. “Now, ring that whenever you feel uncomfortable and I will stop, alright?” He nods his head. “Good. I'm not going to hurt you tonight Kyo, so you can relax.”

You fingers continue to drag along the area inches from his now hard dick, eyeing it contently. It sticks up proud, and seems to be begging to be touched. You smile and turn back to him, watching the way his chest raises from his breath in steady motions. “I'm going to put your earmuffs back on, so it's going to be a little quiet. It'll just make all the touches more pleasurable, I promise.”

He nods his head, and lets out a gargled, “love you,” through the gag, to which you smile, and murmur your own words of endearment. Then, you cover his ear with the earmuffs, and sigh.

Like a predator stalking their prey, you circle the chair for a second, overwhelmed at the possibilities of what to do to him first. Your fingers drag over his neck and then trace down his arm. He shivers with every movement, feeling goosebumps rise with every graze of your finger. Its overwhelmingly sensitive, and he swears he can almost feel your breath on his skin. His sense of touch was heightened with the lack of the others.

Your mouth latches onto his neck, slightly nibbling at the sensitive skin. He pants into the gag, and slightly bares his neck to give you more room. You pull away for a moment, and blow on his neck, sending his whole body into a fit of shivers. You cant help but giggle at the action, and place your hand on his thigh in mock comfort.

Your head was growing foggy from the meer power you felt over him. He was completely at your mercy, and other than viciously fight at the restrains, he could do nothing. Of course you loved him, and would never dare to do something he didn't like, but you couldn't help but tease him just a little. You may have lied about the “only” pleasure aspect of it.

You sit yourself on his lap, startling him. Baring no mind to his reaction, you lean up and kiss his chin in reassurance, before turning to your right and grabbing the object you have been dying to use. 

A dainty white feather. Something so soft and fragile, that is going to send your lover into a spiral. The thought made your mouth water, and Kyojuro, almost sensing your thoughts, visibly gulps.

You first run your own fingers over his chest, grazing over his nipples. He remains motionless, but you can see him tense. His chest was a very sensitive part of his body, and he was afraid of what was to come next. Rightfully so.

You pull away, and glance downward toward his abdomen. With a wicked grin, you take a hold onto the feather and graze his lower stomach, just where his happy trail begins. Its a light touch, and you barely even skim the surface of his skin, but the reaction is immediate. Another full body shiver, seemingly from the ticklish feeling this time. 

You hum, pleased with the reaction, and continue your antics upward. His pants grow louder into the gag with the passing seconds. Finally, the feather drags along his chest. The spot you have been most curious to see.

The feather glides over his nipple and he lets out a garbled whine. The buds harden in an instant and he nervously shakes his head. You ignore it and continue your movements, circling his chest.

Rengoku twitches under your hold and pulls against the restraints. He is so unbelievably sensitive there, and with the addition to the blind fold and earmuffs, he swears the feather is borderline overstimulating him. He can feel every bristle of it, and the cool air it pushes towards him when you slightly flap it. It sends him into a frenzy. It's too much, but too little. He wants more of the stimulation, but he also wants to pull away. He wants you to be rougher with him, but the idea of that makes him nervous. 

He doesn't know what he wants, and just like usual, he begins to tug at the restrains, body uncontrollably twitching. His chest tries to cave inward from the ticklish feeling, but he doesn't go far considering the restraints. He just continues to shake his head back and forth, high pitched yelps and complaints barely making it through the gag. 

“Aw baby, are you sensitive there?” You tease mostly to yourself, knowing he can't hear you all things considering. His squirms make you giggle, and you take vague notice to the bright hair that shakes from side to side from his sporadic movements. 

It tickles so much. It tickles and it feels good, and it hurts, and it is too soft, and he is losing his mind. The feeling of being bound, forced to take everything you give him only seems to make the feather more tortuous. 

He feels it begin to move downward, and Kyojuro heaves, trying to catch his breath after holding it for so long. His mouth clentches around the gag, and he tries to calm down his body. 

But of course, he can feel the feather move downward and oh. Oh no. He couldn't handle it down there. It was too sensitive.

He whips his head back and forth and whines into the gag. It comes out as a broken plea, and he can't hear your response, but he hopes you may take his noises to heart. He didn't get his hopes up.

The feather brushes around the tip, and Kyojuro yelps, jerking so much that the chair beneath him lifts up just slightly. You send a warning slap to his thigh, and he cries out, the tears beginning to flow again. It hurt more now that he couldnt see it. He apologizes through the gag, but it doesn't do much, other than make him drool all over himself.

You trace it up and down his cock, and he begins to tremble again. His dick is twitching with every stroke, and honestly it enamored you how reactive it was being. Cute.

One of your hands move back up his chest, thumbing at the nub, while the other continues its slow, light movements of the feather. Bringing it from the head, all the way down to his balls, giggling when your hear his cries.

“Not pweasure! Not pweasure!” He sobs, his thighs trembling. It tickled so much he couldn't stand it and with the addition of your fingers pinching his nipples, he was crumbling. You lied to him. He was supposed to feel good. Not to be teased to till he cant breathe anymore. You are so cruel.

Of course he couldnt say anything, nor use pleading eyes to beg for you to stop. But his body jerking back and forth, trying desperately to get anyway from your hands and the horrible, horrible feather definitely convey his emotions.

You grab one more item to end up the scene, finally setting down the feather. To continue on with little warning on what you had stored for him was cruel, even for you. But, of course you will have fun watching his reaction to this.

You place the small item in the palm of your hand, and gently bring it over to his cock. Then with a sadistic grin, you drag it down the shaft.

The first thing Kyojuro feels after the removal of the feather was cold. So unbearably cold, and right on his dick. 

Ice. It had to be. 

The chair comes lifting off the ground again from his quick movements to get away. He's screaming into the gag, and shaking his head profusely, begging for you to take it away. It was so cold, and he was so sensitive. His hands pull at the restraints and his body tries, and fails to crumble inward himself.

The blindfold slips off one of his eyes and he finally gets a view of you. His eyes are glassy, and flooded with tears, and his eyebrows are adorably furrowed in a plea. He makes a noise when you pull the ice away slightly, and you look up at him. 

“Aw Kyo, you want to see that badly?” You coo, and he can barely read your lips from the tears. He shakes his head and sobs, head hanging low. You bring the ice cube to his chest and he whines, eyes screwing shut automatically as his nipples harden. The cool water stains his chest, and he is shivering under it. 

His hips and back drive into the chair, to try to create some distance from the horrible coldness. It doesn't work, and his one eye watches the way the ice cube coats the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. It was making his way back to his groin, and all Kyojuro can do is cry, and hope you be easy on him. He can't stand the cold. He was made for heat.

One hand grabs onto his cock, steading the trembling thing, and the other holds onto the cube. “Well, if you want to watch so badly, might as well give you a show,” You whisper, and Kyojuro cant read your lips this time. So, he stares at you with mild confusion and fear as to what you are going to do next.

With one last malicious glance, you place the ice cube on top of the tip, and swirl it around his hole. He screams again, back arching, and staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. You don't let up even when his legs try again and again to shut, but ultimately fail. 

He can feel the cool liquid drip into his slit, and he feels as if he cannot breathe. It was one of the strongest sensations he has ever felt before, and his fingers dig into his palm to help steady himself. It was so cold. Unbelievably cold, and the water was dripping inside him, in a place where it should not be. 

Kyojuro didnt know what to do other than take it. The silence of it all was driving him even more mad, and he wonders if having him see this was worst than being blindfolded.

Your circular motions dont let up, and eventually it's the ice that begins to melt, considering how hot the hashira runs. You rub it over his now slightly shrinking dick, and his whole body is shivering. But, his whines and cries have finally gone down, instead just loud pants to try and catch his breath. He must be growing used to it.

This was a good stopping point. You run the remainder of the cube over the throbbing tip again, and he whimpers slightly, but it doesn't compare to what the noises he made before. You kiss his thighs, and drop the sliver of ice back into the metal bin, whipping your hands on your shirt.

He did well. It was impressive really. How good he did. But, you didnt expect anything else from your lover. 

You smile to yourself, and then reach up to remove the earmuffs and blindfold. But strangely enough, Kyojuros one free eye wasn't looking at you. His whole neck was staring to the right while his chests rise and fall with heavy breaths, as if he was entranced by something. Drool coats his mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice, so enthralled at what he is staring at.

You follow his gaze, eyes widening when you see it.

You watch as the candle you lit earlier to set the mood, drips with wax. It falls onto the candle stand, and Kyojuro stares with hearts in his eyes as if mesmerized by the wax. 

You let out a shaky breath, turning to him on last time, reading his mind. He glances at you and nods every so slightly, with a small huffs. You grin at him, readjusting his blindfold and grabbing the candle. You watch Rengokus adams' apple bob as he gulps in both fear and excitement. 

He was shivering so much, it was like he was in dire need to warm up. And you had just the solution for him, and instantaneous way to heat up his skin again.. A drop of wax drips onto Kyojuros thigh, and the man does his best to not scream at the burning sensation. 

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[kakushino]

Number 10, sickeningly sweet fluff, Kyojuro, SFW. Perhaps the first confession, was my first thought, but I leave it to your masterful discretion 🤲

𝖄𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙, 𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓’𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚?

𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱

AN: Does this count as confession? Idk but it was forced into my brain by the voices. No beta we die like Sabito

APOLOGIES - I answered the wrong ask! This is the one I was supposed to answer ( @glitchtricks94 ):

I will be writing your ask soon though :(( I'm sorry again

The flowers were numerous in front of you, every colour of the rainbow, and some of them even more, and you had to take a few moments to think what you wanted to pick. The shop owner was busy with another customer - something about a wedding? - so you had plenty of time to contemplate.

Roses, a classic, with variety of meanings depending on the shade. A blue one for his uniqueness, or a bold red to state your feelings clearly? Neither felt exactly right.

The damp thick smell of flowers permeating the shop was so Kyojuro that you could never pass by a flower shop and not think about him.

There was a sunflower - last of its batch - in one of the vases. It still hasn't hit the full bloom, but the colour of it reminded you of Kyojuro's hair. The little description said it represented long life and good luck, best to gift to a family member! It wasn't exactly what you were going for though.

A glance told you he was about wrapping up with the other person, making you pressed for time. A bright flash of red and yellow caught your eye. You plucked the flower from its vase, nearly overtaken by the gerberas, which is why you hadn't seen it at first.

The tiger lily in your hand reminded you strongly of him - his hair and the openness of his heart. The tag said wealth, prosperity and good fortune.

He deserved that, he deserved only the best.

"Hello!" Kyojuro's cheerful voice cut through your thoughts, and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"Rengoku! I nearly got a heart attack!"

His cheerful laughter reverberated through your body, warming you to the core. This is how he should be - smiling, happy, content.

"Apologies! I didn't mean to cause you any harm! I was simply happy to see you today," his grin was as bright as him. Warmth flooded your cheeks. He had no idea how charming he was.

You were on a mission however, and you had to get to it before you lost your nerve. "Ah, could I please make this into something beautiful?" you showed him the tiger lily you picked, and his expression gentled.

"Right away." He took it, beaming. "Any occasion you want it for?"

You followed him to the counter, butterflies in your belly. "It's for someone special."

You didn't see the way his expression faltered as he added leaves and embellishing flowers to the lily. He hummed as he worked, his forearms flexing and drawing your eyes to his figure.

The small bouquet was breath-taking. A red and yellow framed by green and white, a beautiful arrangement for a beautiful man.

Paying quickly, you admired the flowers in your hands, your nerves set ablaze with anxiety, your face feeling hot as you tried to find courage.

You took a deep breath and met his eyes head on. "This is for you, Rengoku." You offered the arrangement to him.

His stunned expression was something you won't forget for a long while, as was the blush quickly rising to his face, the tips of his ears nearly glowing red.

The moment passed and a warm startled laughter left his lips. You smiled brightly at that.

"You're so sweet, aren't you?" His grin made you fall in love with him all over again.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

im OBSESSED with demon slayer + ur work!!

could you pls do the hashira reaction to their s/o giving them lots of affection so they let their guard down, and then they suddenly start a pillow fight and tickle them?

This was funny in my head 😭

(HEY ANON! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH MY WORK?? THAT’S CRAZY, THANK YOU SO MUCH. The kind words really mean a lot. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.)

Hashira with an Affectionate S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- Likes the affection you give her. Especially if you give her a massage after a long stressful day. She loves to reciprocate it back by tracing your scars or marks, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and etc.

- Unfortunately for you, if you decide to start any pillow fights, you’ll lose. Shinobu is very fast and can dodge your “attacks” easily. Having these silly little fights relieves her from the stresses of the world. She’s grateful that she can have these moments with you.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Not big on PDA cause he gets embarrassed but doesn’t mind small things like holding hands and the sort.

- Obanai was just enjoying the silence with you wrapped in his haori and saw you grab the pillow. He thought you were just adjusting it until it headed towards his face. He blocked it with his arm and before he could even say a word you tickled him. He flinched because he’s a little ticklish but managed to stop you. He was like “How dare you” afterwards, but secretly he didn’t mind this silly side of yours.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- Always accepts the affection openly. She’s big on PDA, everyone can instantly tell that you two are dating. Squeezes you in the biggest hug before letting you go to get oxygen.

- One day when you two were cuddling, you felt the need to choose (playful) violence. So you swiftly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit your girlfriend with it. When she felt a pillow hit her face it stunned her a bit but she quickly snapped out of it and fought back. Both you and her were laughing nonstop.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He thinks your affectionate side is admirable. Always reciprocates it when he can. Some of his favorite things that you do is when you surprise him with a hug and lean on him whenever you’re tired or sleeping.

- When you started the pillow fight he chuckled at it and asked if you’re challenging him. As soon as you said yeah he’ll be like “Alright then, prepare yourself.” And the both of you will just have a good time being silly together.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- He always smiles or chuckles at the affection. Definitely would crack your back if he hugged you back really hard. Though when you’re hugging him, he mainly puts one hand on your back while the other is patting your head.

- You won’t be able to surprise him, he’ll hear the pillow coming from a mile away and grab it. Once he has it he’ll throw it at you while saying something cocky like “You thought that you could sneak in an attack against ME?”

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He is confused at first on why you were so affectionate but he doesn’t mind it. Might be a little tense though.

- You’ll definitely catch him off guard if you hit him when he’s zoned out. He’ll instantly snap out of it and start dodging the pillows. If you tried to tickle him he’d grab your hand and tickle your stomach as revenge. He would be laughing while you’re trying to get free.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- Secretly enjoys your affection but he mainly reciprocates it in private when it’s just you and him instead of in public.

- When the both of you were laying down together, you suddenly ticked him and he quickly moved away. He wouldn’t even face you because of the embarrassment because he didn’t want you to find out that he was a bit ticklish. (He will still deny it even after the incident)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He gets used to your affection after a few weeks of dating you. Tries to reciprocate but it’ll take him time. Though he does get better over time.

- He was all relaxed until you suddenly hit him in the face with a pillow. He would be confused about the sudden pillow fight. He’ll just sit there and blink at you while he’s still getting hit. Then he’ll question if he did something wrong so you’ll have to reassure him.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Gyomei enjoys your affection and tries his best to reciprocate it. Though he’ll be a lot more gentle than you, for example if you hug him really tightly he’ll hug back gently because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

- He’s not ticklish so if you tried to tickle him it wouldn’t have an effect on him. Though he will be smiling at you cause he thinks you’re adorable.

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[n0n-sen-se]

I just found you today and Im in love with your writing! If you don't mind could I request some relationship Headcannons with Kyojuro and Sanemi! (separate)

If you write this thank you in advance! <3

-🍷

tysm ♡ i sincerely appreciate it :') and on another note: for these headcannons i decided to add a little bit of everything i could think of! Hope you enjoy them!

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

includes ;; kyojuro. sanemi. content ;; fluff. like a dash of angst. domestic fluff. a/n ;; this turned out. like i mean there's a ton of hcs but (in my defense) i did try to include a bit of everything!

☆☆☆ # kyojuro rengoku !

kyojuro is one of the most open people you'd ever meet (especially with his s/o) why hide anything? he pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve!

compliments you a ton! and doesn't just dump them on you, they're always genuine things he notices: how amazing your hair looks in the sun, your smile, the way you light up when you talk about something you like. . . all the good things

pretty decent cook, the food will taste amazing just. . . the kitchen is now a hazard zone.

(if your soft spoken ♡) his hearing is a little shot. he'd be so embarrassed of himself for asking you to repeat yourself over and over again (like it has his heart-racing and ears burning) ❛god your precious❜

oh my goodness, kyojuro would write you so many letters when he's away (or even before your relationship) he'd add little dried flowers for you. the best was probably the primrose!

hugging you is a comfort, so sometimes he'll just quietly walk up to you and hold you.

always smiles and brightens up when your around

rengoku nuzzling his nose into your face when he's happy, like literally trying to bury his face into yours

is wholly protective of you, and 100% speaks his mind if he feels someone is mistreating you/doesn't let anyone lay their hands on you (threatening to break their wrists move) also note that he doesn't like to resort to violence.

always opens doors for you, or holds your hand when you stepping down stairs.

it would take a whole lot to witness him cry. and he'll never cry for himself. not when he's hurt. not when somethings weighing on his mind. nothing. except when it comes to you and your happiness.

when fights or arguments happen he needs a moment (a long moment) to think and reflect. . . he puts himself in your position until he finds out what he needs to do.

he comforts you to no end though if your upset, lots of hugs and communication

☆☆☆ # sanemi shinazugawa !

i feel like he doesn't just casually kiss you (?) when you're around him he just holds you, firmly. sanemi always has a hand resting on you: shoulder, lower-back, linking his pinky with yours. at some point he (and probably you) wouldn't even notice the habit it anymore.

when he does kiss you its a whole ordeal, lifts your chin up, slow, passionate to full blown make-out session. usually never just a ❛quick kiss❜

the love aggression he'd feel sometimes-! just watching you. . . exist is so overwhelmingly adorable (he'd never say that exactly) just clenches his fists together and strings together a bunch of frustrated, mumbled swears

honestly, he's very competitive if you two were to play a game together. (a sore winner and loser)

when you're sick his way of comforting you is just quality time, he'll get your favorite snacks and make you as warm as possible, even laying down with you to keep you company. ask him for anything and he'll get it for you or make it better (maybe just this once)

(first) date ideas? none. he'll bring you somewhere that means a lot to him, even somewhere quiet where you can just. . . talk. if sanemi opens up a bit he'd be up for some fun (which usually involves danger or mischief) call it. . . part two of the date!

sometimes you'd just catch him smiling at you, a subtle peaceful stare with the ghost of a smile on his lips. (god, how did he get so lucky?)

fights would be the toughest. not usually because of the initial argument, but because of his inability to talk to you afterwards. disagreements get him frustrated for all the wrong reasons (usually at himself), and instead of dealing with them, he'd rather ignore them.

best thing he considers: is waking up with you next to him, just resting your head on his arm.

ooohh, actually after a while he wouldn't be able to sleep without you. ❛slept like shit❜

all relationships require work, and its definitely worth it! you're already his entire world, he just needs to learn how to show it more

and by god, this man would fight for you. need I explain? he worships you.

[tobi-boi]

Their s/o doesn't smile much

Characters included: Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, Mitsuri Kanroji Genre: fluff Reader gender: gender neutral Warnings: none Word count: 322

✦Kyojuro Rengoku✦

╺ Kyojuro might not mind it much, but will try to get you to smile at times.

╺ Anytime you do smile, he feels as if it's some kind of sign that something good will happen.

╺ If he isn't already smiling; a huge smile will appear on his face when he sees you smiling.

╺ Whether you're smiling or not; Kyojuro thinks you're stunning either way.

╺ Despite seeming like he's not affected by you smiling; trust me, he's internally gushing over you.

✦Giyu Tomioka✦

╺ Giyu doesn't smile much either, so you two seem perfect for each other. Especially if you ask Shinobu.

╺ He does like your smile a lot though, but he also likes how at peace you look when you aren't smiling.

╺ Sometimes you might even notice a small smile on his face whenever you smile.

╺ It's like he falls for you all over again every time you smile.

╺ Like, his hearts skips a beat. Giyu trying to hide both his smile and the faintest blush growing on his cheeks.

✦Tengen Uzui✦

╺ Tengen believes that you not smiling much adds a lot to your personality.

╺ Don't be surprised if he tries to get you to smile sometimes.

╺ Sure, he likes that you don't smile much. But he likes the times when you smile more than the latter.

╺ Tengen's wives also adores your smile.

╺ So expect the four of them to be gushing over your smile, be it internally or externally.

✦Mitsuri Kanroji✦

╺ Mitsuri might think your upset just because you don't smile much, but eventually she learns that that's just how you are.

╺ Whenever you do smile, she's going to be gushing over you.

╺ She'll most likely also be smiling if you are.

╺ Mitsuri will cherish every time you smile till the end of time.

╺ She adores your smile. Like, ADORES it.

[yaetp1]

. ᕼOᙎ Tᕼᙓ ᕼᗩSᕼIᖇᗩ ᖇᙓᗩᙅT ᙎᕼᙓᑎ ᙀ ᖴIᖇST ᗩᖇᖇIᐯᙓ

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏!!

𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎!!

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗

𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜:

mᥲs𝗍ᥱr ᥣіs𝗍

іᥒ𝗍r᥆ძᥙᥴ𝗍і᥆ᥒ (𝗍᥆ ᥣᥱᥲrᥒ m᥆rᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 mᥱ)

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һіmіȷіmᥲ gᥡ᥆mᥱі

ᴀs ᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴏꜰ sᴛᴏɴᴇ

“ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs, ⵊ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ, ɢʏᴏᴍᴇɪ ʜɪᴍɪᴊɪᴍᴀ. ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ.“

ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴡɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇ.

“ʜɪ, ⵊ'ᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴛʜᴇ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ, ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪsᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ. ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ɴᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀs.

ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ. ᴛᴇᴀʀs ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴏꜰ ᴊᴏʏ.

ʜᴇ’s ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ.

ᥙzᥙі 𝗍ᥱᥒgᥱᥒ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀs.

’ᴊᴇᴇᴢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ...’

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ʙᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜ ꜰʀ��ᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀʀᴅɪɴᴇss. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ.

’ᴅᴀᴍɴɪᴛ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ⵊ'ᴍ ʟᴀᴛᴇ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ⵊ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴍᴀɴsɪᴏɴ!’

sᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜰᴜʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴏʀ ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰꜰ.

“ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ?“

ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ.

“ⵊ'ᴍ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ꜰᴏʀ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴏɴʏᴛᴀɪʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴇᴍs ᴏʀ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʜɪs ɴᴀɪʟs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴀᴡ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ.

ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ.

“ᴏʜ! ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ sɪʀ, ᴜᴍ...ᴅᴏ ᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟᴅ?!“

ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

“ᴀʀᴇ ᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ? ᴡᴏᴡ, ⵊ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, ɪᴛ's ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ“

ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ.

“ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀsᴇ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ɪᴍ ᴜᴢᴜɪ ᴛᴇɴɢᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀsʜɪᴇsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ!“

ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ.

“ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?“

ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ.

rᥱᥒg᥆kᥙ kᥡ᥆ȷᥙr᥆

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ

“ᴜᴍᴀɪ! ᴜᴍᴀɪ!“

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʟɪɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴᴏɪsᴇ. ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ sʟɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪʀᴇʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴜᴅᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴛᴀᴛᴏᴇs.

“ᴜᴍᴀɪ! ᴜᴍᴀɪ!“

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ʏᴇs? ᴍᴀʏ ⵊ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ?“

ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴏʜ sᴏʀʀʏ, ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ⵊ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ...ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅ!“

ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs sᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ

“ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴇs? ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ?“

ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ.

“ᴜʜᴍ ʏᴇs! ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ.“

ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴏssɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs.

“ⵊ sᴇᴇ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇs!“

ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴜᴅʟʏ

“ᴍʜᴍ!“

“ⵊ'ᴍ ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ. ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs.“

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ“

ʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sɪᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, sɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.“

“ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?“

ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ.

“ᴏʜ sɪʟʟʏ ʏ/ɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ 2 ʜᴏᴜʀs.“

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ.

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ! ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ!“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ʟᴇss ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ɪᴛ's ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ! ɴᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, sɪᴛ. ⵊ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ Y/N ᴛʜᴇ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ.“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴅᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜ ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɴᴏ.

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ, ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ?

ʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

’ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴄᴇ, ⵊ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍɪᴛsᴜʀɪ? ᴏʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs? ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ? ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒．．ⵊ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ʏ/ɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ'ʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ.’

(ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜɪs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs🌚)

mᥙіᥴһіr᥆

(ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ʏᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴀs ʜɪᴍ sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟsᴏ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ)

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡɪꜰᴛʟʏ ɢʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄʟᴀsʜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴀs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴛɪᴘs ꜰʟᴇᴡ ᴘᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴍɪsᴛ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʟɪᴅᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ sʟɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇʟʏ.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ's sᴡᴏʀᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ɪᴛ's sᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ɪᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀxᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ.

“ⵊs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ?..“

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ sᴏ ʙᴏʟᴅʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ.

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ?“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs.

“ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ“

ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴏꜰ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ“

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ 1, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ 2 ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?!“

“ⵊ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪʟʟ. ᴅᴏᴇsɴᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs.“

“ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴍʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!“

“ɴᴏ“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ.

“ʙᴜᴛ ⵊ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜʏ ⵊ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ“

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ“

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ“

“ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ“

“ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ.“

’ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?’

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ!

“ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪᴍ ʟᴀᴛᴇ?!“

“ᴠᴇʀʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴜᴅᴇ“

“ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ“

“ʙᴜᴛ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ⵊ ɢᴜᴇss ⵊ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ“

“ɪᴛ's ᴍᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ⵊᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ.“

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦， ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔． 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢．

sᥲᥒᥱmі

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀsʜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ.

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ, sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴛ.

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀɪᴄᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ sɴᴀᴄᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ

“....ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?“

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs.

ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴀʀs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

“ʜᴇʏ, ⵊ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!“

ꜰʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ.

’ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɢᴜʏs ᴀɴ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ’

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴏɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ? ᴛʜɪs ɪs ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ!“

“ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, ⵊ'ᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ʟᴇss ᴛᴇɴsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ.

“...ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ?“

ʜᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ, ᴀ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ..

“ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?“

“ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ“

“ʜᴀʜ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ“

“ⵊ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴀʟ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs.“

ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ.

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʙɪɢ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ“

𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢

gіᥡᥙᥙ

ɢɪʏᴜᴜ ᴡᴀs sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇs sɪʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ 5 ʙᴏᴡʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴɪsʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs sɪxᴛʜ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛ.

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴜʀᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪʏᴜᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪsᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇ sʟᴜʀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇs ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs...sᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ

sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟs ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ.

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʟɪꜰᴇ! ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ..

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʀᴜɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ, ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs, sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴡᴀs. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴡʟ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ sᴀᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ.

“ʜᴇʟʟᴏ!“

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ.

ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪᴛ. ⵊ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.

ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʟʏ sᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴍᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛs ᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴋ.

𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤， ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑡

mі𝗍sᥙrі

ʏᴏᴜ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ sʟɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ's ʜᴇᴀᴅ sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴜᴍʙꜰᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴏʟ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ.

“sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ! ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ!“

ᴍɪᴛsᴜʀɪs ᴊᴀᴡ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀɴᴛʟʏ.

’ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏsʜ! ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ!’

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ sᴇᴀᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴘɪɴᴋ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴇᴇɪɴɢ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜsʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

“ʜɪ!“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ.

sʟᴏᴡʟʏ sʜᴇ ʀᴇɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴀs ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀss ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ.

“ʜɪ! ⵊ'ᴍ ᴍɪᴛsᴜʀɪ ᴋᴀɴʀᴏᴊɪ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ!“

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪǫᴜᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴡᴏᴀʜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ's sᴏ ᴄᴏᴏʟ! ⵊ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ“

ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴜsʜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴘɪɴᴋᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ sᴏ ꜰʀᴇᴇʟʏ.

“ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ᴄᴏᴏʟ?“

“ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪɴᴋ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ. ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ!“

sʜᴇ ɢᴀsᴘᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛs, ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.

“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ“

sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ɢᴇᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑒， 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ．

᥆ᑲᥲᥒᥲі

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ.

“ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ! ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀs“

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ..sᴏʀʀʏ!“

“ʏᴇᴀʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴄᴋs ⵊ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ“

’sᴏᴄᴋs? sᴏᴄᴋs ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ? ʜᴇʀ? ᴡʜᴏ's ʜᴇʀ? ᴡʜʏ ɪs ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟ!’

ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪᴛ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ.

“ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ʟɪꜰᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʀ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ꜰʟʏ ⵊ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴏɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏsᴛ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs?“

“sᴏʀʀʏ sᴏʀʀʏ...“

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜʏ ᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴡᴀsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴇʟsᴇ ɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ, sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇs.

“sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sʜᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.

“ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴏᴄᴋs ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ“

“ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴍʏ sɪɢʜᴛ“

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴜss ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʙᴀᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ.

ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜɪs ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖， 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑！

sһіᥒ᥆ᑲᥙ

（ᴍʏ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ 😍)

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀ ᴋᴀᴋᴜsʜɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ᴍᴀɴsɪᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴛɪᴍᴇs sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ. ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ sᴇᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴀᴏ, sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜs ᴛsᴜɢᴜᴋᴏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ᴍɪss ᴀᴏɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ.

ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇs sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ. ᴍɪss sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ, ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ. sʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴏꜰᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ.

“ᴍʏ ᴍʏ, ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴋᴀᴋᴜsʜɪ ⵊ ᴘʀᴇsᴜᴍᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ.

“ʏᴇs ᴍᴀ’ᴀᴍ, sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴍɪss.“

ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʟsᴏ sᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

“ⵊ sᴇᴇ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴜs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ.

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ, ᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ“

sʜᴇ ɪɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ.

sʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛs, ᴛᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ.

ᴏɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀs, sʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ, ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏꜰꜰ.

“ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ʏ/ɴ, ⵊ'ᴍ ʀʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ

“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪss, ⵊ'ᴍ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴀss“

ʜᴇʀ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇᴄ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ's ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑢 𝑘𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜： 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 1： 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑！

-ᥡᥲᥱ𝗍⍴1

᥆kᥲᥡ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍's і𝗍! і һ᥆⍴ᥱ 𝗍һіs ძ᥆ᥱsᥒ'𝗍 sᥱᥱm 𝗍᥆ rᥙsһᥱძ ᥲs 𝗍һіs ᥲᥴ𝗍ᥙᥲᥣᥣᥡ rᥱsᥱ𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱrᥡ𝗍һіᥒg і ᥕr᥆𝗍ᥱ ᥲᥒძ і һᥲძ 𝗍᥆ rᥱᥕrі𝗍ᥱ і𝗍 ᥕһіᥴһ kіᥒძᥲ mᥲძᥱ mᥱ ᥙ⍴sᥱ𝗍 s᥆ і ᥕᥱᥒ𝗍 ᥆𝖿𝖿 ᥆𝖿 mᥱm᥆rᥡ. ᑲᥙ𝗍 𝗍һᥲᥒk𝖿ᥙᥣᥣᥡ і𝗍 ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ rᥱsᥱ𝗍 mᥡ ᥕ᥆rk 𝗍᥆ ᥕһᥱᥒ і ᥕᥲs ᥕrі𝗍іᥒg 𝖿᥆r mᥙіᥴһіr᥆ ᥲᥒძ ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱrᥡ𝗍һіᥒg ᥱᥣsᥱ. s᥆ і𝗍 ᥕᥲs ᥲᥒ g᥆᥆ძ һᥱᥲძ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍 𝖿᥆r mᥱ.

і һ᥆⍴ᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥱᥒȷ᥆ᥡᥱძ, m᥆rᥱ ᥴ᥆mіᥒg s᥆᥆ᥒ ᥲᥒძ rᥱmᥱmᑲᥱr 𝗍᥆ ᑲᥱ ⍴ᥲі𝗍ᥱᥒ𝗍 ᥕі𝗍һ mᥱ!

-ᥡᥲᥱ𝗍⍴1