#oh and blind channel was another one i plainly got sick of after being super into them for too long

[born-to-lose]

The secret of hyperfixation longevity is having multiple at once

[forbidding-souda]

Hi, it's the Korekiyo and Peko anon agian haha. I love your writing, it is super cute and really in character, and you can ignore this if you don't want to write these 2 agian. Could I request for the Kissing prompt, Korekiyo with 33 and Peko with 22?

33: “An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.” Shinguuji Korekiyo 22: “A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.” Peko Pekoyama

I love calm characters so much. And thank you for saying they are in character because I have to like channel my inner tsumugi shirogane to try and think how they would react to romance sjkfhlakdfjls.

Ahh! I’m so happy I finally got to these, you anon.

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

With a manga in your hand, you find yourself quite distracted at the dinner table.

Sitting alone at the kitchen should be considered one of your hobbies.

So now, you sit with your feet up at the table while leaning back in your semi uncomfortable chair.

But the moment Korekiyo walks into the kitchen you jump, scrambling to get your feet off.

He pauses. 

And then it’s just the two of you staring at each other like you were caught murdering someone.

“Did you have your feet on the table?” He asks.

“What’s it to you?”

There’s a twinkle in his eye indicating that he was smiling before he moves on, opening the fridge to pick out a drink.

You watch him while he sits next to you. 

He makes no effort to open the drink, or even to switch out his mask. He just stares at it.

“Are you okay, Kiyo?”

The nickname rings through his head. 

You started calling him Kiyo after he told you to, which was a few months into the relationship. Now that the two of you have been together for over a year, the name just reminds him how much he should trust you.

His mask shouldn’t be a barrier, he knows. But something about it is just hard to give up.

He shouldn’t need his sleeping mask, or his eating and drinking one when he’s with you.

He should be comfortable, shouldn’t he? Well, maybe he shouldn’t force it.

That night, while you were changing into your pajamas, he occupied himself by staring at his reflection. Would you notice if he took it off?

You pull up your pajama pants, jumping in the process. It’s just another night’s sleep, where you struggle to even feel tired. Another night where you sleep by his side and listen to his soft humming while you drift into daydreams.

“Hey, Kiyo--”

The sudden feeling of his lips on yours makes you pause in place.

Everything runs through your mind. Mask? Lips? Kisses? Surprise?

But your first action is to wrap your hands around his neck and twist your body so it mashes with his. His slender arms grasp onto you, holding your waist aggressively. 

The hunger his kisses give edges you on, his touch terrifyingly delicious.

You pull away, though, and reluctantly.

“Are you okay? That was sudden.”

He lifts his chins, untangling himself from you and heading towards the bed. “What do you mean? We are just preparing to go to sleep, right?”

The lack of mention gets you thinking. Maybe you shouldn’t bring it up. It’ll make him more comfortable if you don’t, right? And that’s all you want.

“Let’s go to sleep, Kiyo.”

Peko Pekoyama

“Do you carry that sword around with you everywhere? That’s kinda sick.”

She widens her eyes in shock. This far into your relationship, it’s still embarrassing to her for you to compliment her.

“It is important to me,” Peko says, stepping out of her cottage.

The morning sunbeams hit her eyes. It draws her back a little, blinding her. She can’t see your goofy smile. 

“You’re important to me, too. Maybe I should carry you around on my shoulders.”

No comment on her behalf, which is common when you say things like that. It doesn’t bother you, though. She’s a reserved person.

The walk to the main island was quiet, too.

Even though your heart was beating out of your chest, you try to maintain your cunning composure. Being with Peko was hard, just because you imagined she had such high expectations for your personality. She fell for you when you were kind and witty. Will she still like you if ever time she touched you, you melted into putty?

When the statue comes into view, you lick your finger, putting it up into the air.

“What are you doing?” She asks, stopping her walking. 

“I’m trying to see what way the wind is blowing! I saw it on an anime once.”

Her eyes twinkle as she stares at your finger in the air, watching you turn it left and right. 

“Well?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess it didn’t even work.”

Even though her lips lacks a friendly smile, the way her eyes glow when she looks at you is enough to tell you that your moment had her amused.

Mimicking your actions, she licks her finger and raises it just a bit over her head.

She looks left and right, and then at the sky.

“East.” She says plainly before turning to continue walking.

You just stand, dumbfounded, not having the skills to confirm or deny her claims.

After mumbling under your breath you skip to join her side. She heads for the nearest bench, sitting down with you.

There are no birds to make sweet noise, no cicadas to annoy you at night.

The island is always quiet. It’s quite scary.

“I miss birds.” You state quietly, eyes gazing off into the horizon.

Her response doesn’t come immediately. It’s delayed by the look in your eyes when you talk about the island. The soft awe. The kind shimmer.

She always considered her own eyes to be dull. But now, compared to yours, hers are just like plain beads.

“I once held a bird in my hands.”

You look at her from the corner of your eyes before tilting your head for her to continue.

“It was dying. I’m sure I remember why but... it was so long ago. I just remember cupping it into my hands until my friend told me to put it down.”

“I think you’re nice to hold it, Peko.” You lean back against the bench.

Her cheeks turn a little pink, but not enough for her to even notice. “Thank you.”

Continuing, “And I think you’re nice for hanging out with me all the time. It makes me really happy. Though, I’m not as cool and collected as you probably think I am.”

“I don’t think you’re cool and collected.”

Wow, thanks.

You sigh, rolling your head before scooting a little closer to her. “Then what do you think I am?”

The thought that the two of you are inches apart doesn’t cross your mind until she turns her head to look at you and nearly closing the gap.

“I think you are very caring and patient.”

Caring and patient. Does she think it takes patience to be with her? 

The fluttering of your eyelashes and the eying of her lips lets her know what you are going to say next.

“Do you want to ki-”

She closes the gap, the kiss far from your first but still as timid as ever. Her hands shake by her sides. She’s scared that if she touches you, you’ll fly away.

But you pull her closer to where she’s leaning over you and halfway on your lap. It’s a bit of an inappropriate position, definitely, but you doubt she really even notices.

Gaps between kissing shorten quickly. There’s suddenly no need to even breathe. Just being together, alone on the island is enough for you.

“Fucking god.” Fuyuhiko’s voice rings out. Peko pulls away with lightning speed, her arm swinging up defensively as she twists her whole body in the direction towards him.

“Y-Young master?”

“This is what, the second god damn time I’ve caught you guys making out? Are you planning this or something?”

You laugh. “Yeah, just for you, Fuyuhiko.”

A pause rings through the air. And then he smiles, surprised by your courage, muttering curses while walking away.

It takes her a second to return to her seated position, hands planted awkwardly on her lap.

“I do not wish for that to happen again.”

“Maybe next time, we should be kissing inside of your cottage.”

The pink tint on her cheeks grows more, and she finds herself turning her face away, hiding the look of shock she has. 

It wouldn’t be too bad of an idea...