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“Ha! You don’t need school to be successful!”

Yoji scoffs, voice booming loudly on speaker, forgetting that the call can be heard by ten other students who all failed their basic maths.

You swear you could see one kid’s eyes light up at his words.

The students file in one by one, occupying their assigned seats. You can hear the scrapes of wooden chairs on the floor, and light laughter accompanying it, as a few of them bundle closely together, chatting away while the start of class draws near.

“I failed most of my pre-calc and geometry classes but that led to me meeting you, didn’t it? I’d say that's a fair pay-off for getting the hottest and smartest girlfriend in the world!”

You wet your lips, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose at his words— you stop yourself from letting out a deep sigh as your thumb hovers over the speaker on your phone.

“Yoji, please tone your voice down, there are ten other kids here…” you say, exasperated.

“Let them know! There’s other paths other than being a scholar! Sometimes the right path is through the military—“

“Okay, that’s great Yoji, I’ll see you later after work!”

“Wait!—“ you end the call, before he can finish speaking, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Only then do you realise the quiet chatter has died down, leaving your voice to echo through the tiny classroom. Your gaze sweeps across the students, a sea of small eyes looking at you in quiet wonder.

One of the kids raises his hand— Mizuki, displayed on his name tag.

“Miss (F/N), is that your boyfriend?” He asks.

The class erupts in loud “Ohhhhhs”, before breaking into chaos.

“D-does he work in the military?”

“Are you guys gonna get married?”

“Is he strong?”

“Did you meet him at school?”

You get bombarded with a plethora of questions, as their curious gaze falls onto you.

“Can we meet him?!” Is the loud declaration of Mizuki, who states his sentence more as a remark rather than a question.

You laugh lightly at their questions, a small flush on your cheeks. But now’s not the time, you have about four topics you need to go through before finishing your three hour session.

Although it wouldn’t be hard to speed through basic arithmetics, you’re working with students who had failed their math classes at least twice, some even three times in a row. Even if there’s only ten of them, you need to accommodate for each and every student’s weaknesses in the subject.

You promised them (their parents mostly) and yourself that you wouldn’t skimp out on their learning just because you’re doing this for your thesis paper.

These are their formative years! You remember being nine and disregarding fractions, only for it to bite you in the ass back in year eight.

You clap your hands together, sharpening your tone.

“We have a lot of material to go through this time! We’ll all talk about this later, bring out your worksheets!”

The voices quiet down, replaced by small murmurs of disappointment and the rustle of papers being taken out of zipped bags.

You can’t help but smile at their reaction, finding it slightly endearing despite their nosy attitudes.

“Fine. If we finish early today, I’ll let you guys ask him anything you want, does that sound good?”

Excited cheers can be heard from the small group of children.

The elementary you frequent for tutoring was only a few blocks away from your house.

Why Yoji thought it was a good idea to pick you up every shift despite his dojo being on the other side of your quaint town, you don’t know.

His insistence on walking with you as “protection”, in of itself was cute. Although completely unnecessary. You don’t want him to spend the majority of his break time walking you to and from home. He’s already tired from training, the least he can do is get some well needed rest!

You spot the familiar uniform of your boyfriend running excitedly towards you. The bright smile on his face draws your much gentler ones as your eyes soften when they meet his.

He comes to a short stop in front of you, hands already encircling your waist, one slipping onto your lower back, as the other moves to your face.

You share a small peck.

The children behind you erupt in small giggles, and Uruha pulls away quickly, you laugh alongside them at his reaction, motioning behind you to the line of students looking up at both of you in wonder.

“Oh… sorry, was that too much?” He asks, a bit mortified by the audience.

“They wanted to ask you a few questions, I sent you a text earlier, did you see it?” You ask, raising a brow.

You're briefly interrupted by a small hand that tugs at your pant leg.

You look down to see Mizuki staring brightly at Yoji, stars in his eyes, as if he just saw a celebrity.

“You!— you’re…” Mizuki points at him, “Do you work for Mr. Rokuhira?!” He blurts out, voice loud.

The mention of this ‘Mr. Rokuhira’ has Uruha perking up. Childlike wonder mirroring little Mizuki’s. Clearly happy to have heard the name.

“Of course I do!” He straightens his back, puffing up his chest in a proud stance, one hand pressed to his chest.

The sight is equally amusing as it is silly. You guess that sentiment fits Yoji very well.

“I’m his chosen—“ you pinch his cheek before he can continue, he yelps a small ‘ouch!’ as you turn to face the children.

“He’s his chosen apprentice, a very prestigious title indeed. He’s very accomplished!” You finish his words for him, fingers still holding onto his cheek.

You turn towards Yoji, patting the cheek you just squished, worried you might have pinched too hard.

He doesn’t seem to mind, holding onto your arm as he leans in instinctively to your touch. He pulls your hand to his mouth, placing it close to his lips, he pauses— eyeing the group of children behind you, his eyes narrow, settling for having your hand on his cheek instead, making him recheck his stance on PDA.

“Do you have time, Yoji?” You whisper, “It’s okay if you don’t, I told them your time is limited.”

He nods his head, “Yeah, I think I do! We finished training early today, I was going to ask you if we can eat out.”, he answers, beaming at you.

You smile at his words, before rummaging through your pocket, fishing out a folded scrap paper, and unfolding it before him.

“They wrote some questions on this piece of paper, nothing too specific, I checked it after all. They were just curious about you and your job.” You explain.

Uruha takes the paper from your hands, eyeing the contents half-heartedly.

“But,” you raise a finger at him, “No talking about how math is bad, or why they shouldn’t be in school, got it?” You whisper, tone firm as you give him a hard stare.

Uruha hums in reply, placing a hand to his forehead and another behind his back in a mock salute.

You let out a deep breath at the action, although you don’t bother hiding the smile that tugs itself on your lips soon after.

You usher both Uruha and the kids inside the classroom.

The discussion quickly grows lively, questions overlapping each other as Uruha matches their energy, the children become too excited to wait for their turn, asking him questions about his work, his hobbies, and whatever curious thing they feel like asking him about.

You think one of them even asked whether he still had his parents? (He does, you would have clocked it, if it was anything too sensitive)

You don’t expect the kids to ask him anything invasive, you’ve already prepped them on what they can, and can’t ask your boyfriend. Listing out very specific examples, as anything vague can potentially have them break said rules unintentionally.

To be clear you put in place these exact ground rules—

No questions about:

-Fighting or hurting people

-Names of specific people or people that he works with (although Mizuki already broke this by Asking about Mr. Rokuhira)

-Where he works

-Any mentions of weapons

-Anything that might be scary or private

You remember Mizuki raising his hand as you were writing this on the board.

“Miss (F/N), how do we know if something is private?”

You beam at the question, “Good question Mizuki! By private, I mean anything that might make someone feel uncomfortable sharing with the whole class.” You gesture vaguely towards the entire room.

“How would you feel if someone asked you something embarrassing— or scary, or something that puts you on the spot?” You smile encouragingly as you spy his shoulders growing slack at the realisation.

“Remember, we don’t do unto others what we don’t want to be done to ourselves… that applies with Uruha, okay?”

A wave of “yes!” And “okay!”s can be heard loudly booming from behind you.

Your writing for do’s and don’ts can still be seen on the board. Yoji marvels at your handiwork, saying he doesn’t mind them asking him those questions— to which you can only grimace as you explain to him how important confidentiality is in his line of work.

Although, in your attempts to ensure Yoji wouldn’t be uncomfortable as the children asked him questions about his job—there was one question you didn’t take into account for.

Questions about your relationship.

You thought point five covered that already, although you guess you’re partly to blame for not specifying it directly.

One of the quieter kids in your class meekly raises his hand, despite the sea of chatter and questions thrown at Uruha— he seems to notice the shy boy timidly raising his hand, and he acts accordingly, pointing towards him, singling him out of the crowd; his voice is gentle, though it carries the same energetic and welcoming lilt as before.

He offers him an encouraging smile.

“Ah, how about… you! What’d you want to ask?”

Chisei, one of the younger kids in the backrow, seems surprised, eyes widened as he flushes under the attention.

He looks over at you first for permission, to which you only smile softly at him, urging him to continue. He’s always been nervous in class, apparently, he has failed his math and science class— as he favours doing art and reading for the majority of his free time.

He does always seem to have his head in the clouds (something you can sorely relate to), kids have a vast imagination after all, it feels inefficient to categorise them all in one system and expect them to thrive in it.

But you suppose that imagination would lead into a very dangerous line of questioning. One even you and Uruha don’t have an answer to.

“A-are you and miss (name) going to get married?”

The chatter dies down. There’s a brief pause as the question seems to load a bit in everyone’s head.

“…”

And once it does, the classroom erupts into utter chaos.

“Ewwwwww!”

“Isn’t that personal?!”

“Are you gonna marry her Uruha-san!”

“I’d like to be invited!—“

Your mouth hangs agape, whilst Uruha’s eyes widen at the sudden question, mouth turning into a straight line.

You clap your hands sharply, signalling everyone's attention, you give Chisei an apologetic look, ready to turn down the question before it sinks into an embarrassing one.

“Uh, I think that question’s a bit too—“

Your words are cut off by Uruha, who starts laughing lightheartedly, cheeks flushed.

“That’s… a big question you’ve got there—“ he looks over at you, silently asking for his name.

“—Chisei.”

“Chisei-kun,” he parrots, hand coming to scratch at his cheek, giving him a sheepish smile, “It’s a good question though! But it’s just one of those things adults usually figure out over a long time…” he says, eyes trained on the young boy.

“I would like to, but there’s a lot we have to think about before we get married.” His expression takes on a softer one.

One of the young girls— Ai, raises her hand, waving it to garner his attention.

Uruha picks her next with a quick finger-gun gesture.

“How much do weddings cost?” She asks.

“Probably expensive.”

“What type of wedding will you guys have?” Another student, Mei adds.

“I’m not too sure, you have to ask Ms. (F/N) that!”

You feel a sweat roll down your forehead at the line questioning.

Of course, they’re kids. They’re going to be curious about these things. It’ll die down soon enough. You just hope they don't ask about how babies are made.

“—I wanna be a flower girl!”

“Can I be the ring bearer?”

“Can I escort Ms. (F/N) down the aisle?”

“Did you already buy her a ring?”

What is it with these kids and their obsession with marriage? Surely the media isn’t propagandising marriage in the middle of war, right?

The birth rate is low, yes, but marriage isn’t going to fix that!

You clap your hands together, garnering their attention.

“Okay kids, that’s enough questions about—“

“Yeah, I did, actually!”

Comes Uruha’s earnest reply, the same happy go lucky smile on his face.

You whip your head towards him. You don’t know if you should smile or frown at him for encouraging their antics (or if you should be happy he said yes). But you feel warmth spread to your ears anyway— did he actually mean that? He never told you anything about a ring— unless, he was just humouring her question.

(Would it be right for you to get angry at him for lying? Is it okay that you feel relieved that he answered her question? You don’t know— you don’t know. This is getting out of hand!)

“It’s only a promise ring though— nothing too special!”

A small round of “oohs” can be heard.

You slump forward into your desk, covering your face with both your arms as you feel your cheeks burn at his answers.

“Can we see it?” Is Ai’s excited response.

The class erupts in loud chatter once more. Various questions are thrown around seemingly out of air about this mysterious ring, you think you hear someone throw a question about how many kids you guys want to have?

Uruha shakes his head.

“Not even (F/N) has seen it yet, she’ll let you see it when she gets it, kay’?”

You feel a considerable lump in your throat at his confession. You’ve thought about marriage before in passing, embarrassingly enough, you imagined it quite early on into your relationship, actually.

Thoughts of a traditional, or western wedding fills your head— his family seems like the traditional type. Though wearing a lace or even a silk gown sounds quite pleasant.

“Mr. Uruha, have you ever broken a bone in the military?”

The discussion continues as normal, talks of marriage, his work, his favourite colour, and random miscellaneous questions were asked, with Uruha answering each and every single one with the same boyish excitement. The interview comes to a swift end as the first knock on the door is heard.

One of the parents had come to pick-up their kids.

The students all leave the room one by one, waving goodbye at both you and Uruha. Mizuki even pleaded for you to bring him back a second time— you can only chuckle at his request as his parents practically dragged him out of the room.

The classroom grows sparse, leaving only you and Uruha inside it.

Small rays of orange light slip through the classroom as he helps you clean up. Chairs are pushed back to their desks, stray pieces of paper and pencils are placed into neat piles by the teacher’s desk. The comfortable silence only lasts a few moments before you break it with a question of your own.

“How was your training?”

Uruha doesn’t answer, instead, a light laugh escapes him at your query. You stop wiping the board momentarily, shooting him a confused look.

“Sorry, can’t help it— the kids asked me so many questions, I feel like my throat’s parched from talking so much…” his voice is a little hoarse, you scramble towards your bag, fishing out your water bottle for him. He gives a small thanks as he takes it from your hands.

He sits himself on one of the tables, chugging practically all of your water—you don’t mind, he deserves at least this much for entertaining the kids.

“Did I do good today, teach?” He asks, light and teasing. A playful smile making its way across his face.

You smile back at him. It was cute seeing your boyfriend answer their endless questions. It’s a moment you wish you could’ve taken a video, or at least a photo or two of to commemorate it, but you guess having it tucked away in your memories is just as good too.

“You did. In fact, I might just give you a reward,” you quip, voice perfectly leveled, but the faint amusement of your tone tells a different story. Your hand traces along the hard lines of his arm, fleeting, and featherlight—

He chokes on his drink.

Coughing, he bends forward as you pat his back. Telling him to drink slower.

“—Oh?” he blinks, wiping his mouth, a pink tinge spreads across his cheeks.

A cat-like smile plays on your features, “I meant a meal, Yoji.” You clarify, rubbing his back.

He looks away faintly, “I-I knew that!” He says, face now blooming a deeper shade of red.

You laugh as his face flushes even further. Leaning in closer to his seated form, you press a small kiss to his cheek.

“But we can do that too, just a little bit after…”

“Did you actually mean what you said?” You ask, mid-bite from your burger.

Uruha raises his head, swallowing his food before asking.

“Mean what?” He asks, innocently.

“Back then,” you bite the inside of your cheek, lower lip jutting out slightly.

“About the promise ring. Were you saying that just to answer her question, or was it actually true?” You reiterate, taking a sip of your drink as you eye him questioningly.

You can tell the moment the cogs start turning in his head.

“Oh, yeah! It’s true,” he takes another bite of his meal, chewing thoughtfully before letting out a satisfied hum.

“This is so good!—You wanna try?” He offers you a piece of his dumplings.

You sigh, accepting it with the tissue in your hand.

“Uruha.” You say his name, slowly, deliberately. The warning in your tone is unmistakable.

He stops chewing, looking back at you nervously.

“If it’s true, then where’s the ring?”

He swallows his food, wiping his mouth with the tissue. “I left it at home,” he answers honestly.

You look at him incredulously.

“So you bought me a promise ring, then casually tell me you’ve left it at home?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise!”

“Then why did you tell Ai-chan?”

“I wasn't gonna, I got too caught up in the moment…”

“Yoji…” you repeat, this time in quiet disbelief.

─────── MOKU.

He's a funny big guy with lots and lots of love to give. Do you think he won't be a good boyfriend?? Probably the best out of all the characters.

This is a type of relationship that can stem from anything. You could be a stranger, an old friend, an acquaintance, a higher up, long distance, childhood sweethearts. He has no specific preferences when it comes down to appearance, voice, no ideal type — he does want someone who can respect themselves, though.

He genuinely wants the best for you.

You've got him wrapped around your pinkie.

Anything you want and need, he'll give. He'll provide for you.

I think his biggest downfall (if you can even call it that) is his worry for your safety — he's constantly watching over you. You dropped something on the ground? Don't even worry about it. He'll retrieve it. You're hungry, but the food is too hot? He'll blow on it before he feds it to you, making sure to remove anything you might not like. He'll probably kiss you when you finish eating. When you shower, he makes sure the water is nice enough for your standards before he bathes you, scrubbing shampoo on your hair and dressing you up.

He'll make sure the floorboards are all leveled so you don't trip over anything, that corners are round, making sure your home is squeaky clean before you wake up, but not too slippery so you don't fall over (he 'sorta' breaks in and leaves before you can actually spot him).

It's come to the point where you expect him to do so. And when he doesn't call you the sweetest names as he does it all — your day is ruined; love, n/n, my [name], sugar cube (it's corny, but it's so him). His favorite is 'my [name]', and he likes to watch you fluster when it's muttered so casually.

When in doubt, he's quick to reassure you. His feelings, his devotion, his time, his efforts — whether you like it or not — it's all his. Everything is his choice. He does it all with the clear intention of simply loving you. And he does it so well.

You do not owe him anything in return, he says, not your body, not your love, not your loyalty (scratch that, yes, he'd like that), certainly not your thanks (he believes you shouldn't thank him because he wants to do everything and possibly all for you).

He keeps a photo of you on his person at all times. He likes to pull it out and talk about you to anyone who gives him the chance to do so — chihiro was the most recent victim. The poor boy sat for a whole hour listening about you. He now knows how you like your shoes to feel.

Each week, it's a new photo; smiling, with your pets, together. But his favorite is the one where you press a kiss to his cheek before pulling away to whisper an 'I love you' in his ear. That one, he adores.

His love language is acts of service (giving), as you can see. But he's also very good with his words, I wouldn't say the best because he often disguises his worries and frets with humor — constantly trying to find a way to make you relax. But do not worry! He embraces your sadness and your anger and your desperation.

He, without a doubt, would never let you cry alone (though, it's needed at times). He'll hold you in his arms, cradle your head to his chest, and fill you with much needed warmth. If you want to be alone, it pains him, but he'll wait outside of your room until you decide when it's time to leave.

You can be on your own, but he never wants to make you feel lonely.

The type of boyfriend that follows your every order with a smile. 'When we marry, let's pull up in tricycles.' Why not. 'You should comb your hair this way.' Of course. 'Follow me.' Certainly. 'I don't like how that person talks to you.' Don't even worry about it.

Overall, a doting boyfriend.

─────── YOJI URUHA.

Pre-relationship will be rocky. You must have had to known each other for a while. He isn't one to fall head over heels for someone he recently met (actually, that's debatable).

There was a sort of power imbalance. He holds you on a pedestal, like a god. A human being should not be worshipped. One should never be seen as a saint, as a supreme being. No one is perfect. Even if they try to be.

This often led to unspoken feelings, the deeper, more complex ones, because he didn't want to burden you; someone who seemed so bright, so filled with ambition. And if you do the same to him, he'll understand. He's so understanding, so willing to learn.

This is the type of relationship where you grow together. Where you'll have to expose your emotions so clearly and openly. In turn, you'll receive loyalty so great it'll make you cry. He'd die for you. Not because you're some deity, but because he can not bear the thought of never seeing you again.

To never feel your presence, your spirit, nor see your smile or that look in your eyes when you're calm and comfortable. To forget your voice. The memory of you.

He wants you to live. (He says he'd like for you to move on if he dies, but trustttt he's dying on the inside. He doesn't want you to forget him. He doesn't want another man to touch you!! He wants you to be happy, but not happy in love!! Help, he's literally pulling his hair out!!)

Heading into a relationship will be awkward (at least, it seems like that for you). Uruha is constantly looking at you with a crazy look in his eyes and hearts dancing around him. He's only trying to perceive you, see you. And uruha? He's fighting the urge to throw himself on the floor and rolling around from the sheer timidity he feels around you.

It's a stark contrast to how comfortable it felt when you were just friends. He made the first move to talk about it — if you regret being with him? If things felt better as friends for you? It's been eating him up. Taking his sleep, consuming his head until he couldn't think well. He cried with relief when you firmly disagreed with him.

'Having you by my side.. I can never regret that.' Your voice is filled with conviction. So much so, his eyes tear up. 'But I think I like it best like this... I can hold you without having to fear that you'll run away.'

A relationship can never be smooth sailing, but there can be steps to ensure a safe travel.

Uruha will value communication. If he doesn't like something, he'll let you know. If he likes something, he'll let you know. If something troubles him, he'll let you know. He will want the same in return, but he'll understand if you need time.

Words of affirmation (giving and receiving) ohhh how he lovvveesss it. He cheeses when you flatter him, when you tell him how handsome he is, that you like his way of speaking, his voice, his house. Anything and everything that you say, he will pay attention to.

I can already imagine him writing in his diary about you as he kicks his legs with color in his cheeks.

But... he can get a bit jealous. He's not even overly protective or possessive. It's more so an aching sadness. Sometimes, he can't help it when you laugh at another's joke, their endearing behaviors or habits — ughhhh, even the thought makes him sick!

'Anyone who likes [name], I like!' He states. But anyone you like? Oh, he can't fight that. He'll keep a small distance for a while, but you're quick to notice the lack of clinging and confront him.

It's not even funny how cute he can be when he's bitter. It isn't towards you but rather his own feelings, he'll 'hmph!' and 'mhm.' at everything. And finally, finally, when you call him — 'yoji.' He'll give in.

Your family and friends like him. It's so obvious, too, since they always want him over. Yoji lives for it. Makes things easier for asking for your hand in marriage.

He's a traditional man. A gentleman. No matter who you are, the kind of person you are, he'll always give you his hat to shelter you from rain, whispering a 'you're pretty' every time.

He loves to take baths together, always making time to undress you and wash you off before you enter.

This is where gossip goes down.

He knows everything here. You know everything here.

You'll stay in the bath for hours until your fingers dry up, simply spreading the word to each other. It's like a poem he always wants to recite.

In conclusion, you'll be inseparable. Even at a distance, he'll think of you (probably will even know what you're thinking). But patience is key to falling in love.

─────── KUNISHIGE ROKUHIRA.

Kunishige, hold up, yall. I might be biased here. Don't come for me when things are revealed. I stand on my ground when I say a good father = a good husband. His passion rubs off.

Every dinner spent together is a date to him. It doesn't matter to him if his son is at the table, third wheeling. It's good to show love! 'This is how you love, chihiro. You cook, feed, and clean.'

'...I cooked the meal and cleaned up.' Okay, but he didn't feed you. And trust me, chihiro didn't want to see his father coo and kiss at your cheeks as they puffed up with food.

Kunishige is a mellow man. He is free from harshness when it comes to his family. He will always, always speak to you with respect and love. Never anger.

Even in an argument.

It can be a bit frustrating that he isn't serious when you want to discuss something important, but you can tell he's taking everything in, learning from his mistakes and growing. He only wants to make you smile.

Oftentimes, he'll stay up too late, actively trying to become better. And you'll see the improvement.

It's in the way he creates his swords, in the way he tries to remember chihiro's sizes, in the way he wants to love you.

He'll implement his swords into your life, yapping your ear off when you lay so softly against him. It's like a bedtime story.

Life with him is so mundane.

Watering plants, making the bed, sewing ripped clothes, wiping the sweat off your brow, playing with fingers, and taking photos together.

You bet chihiro is going to be forced in the middle, too. He'll groan and get all teen angsty about it, but he'll cherish the memory, clutching onto the photograph with all his might when he sleeps.

Kunishige will love you, regardless of how things go. If you decide you do not want to live a life in hiding, he will respect that. He'll allow you to remove your wedding band and the idea of being a family. He'll cherish you your last day with him, exchanging shaky touches and desperate kisses. He'll wave you goodbye cheerfully, and he'll wistfully hum a tune with an aching heart.

He wants you to be happy, and if it's away from him, he doesn't mind.

Bonus characters:

CHIHIRO: He would be wonderful. So kindhearted, so responsible with you, and because of this reason is why he's not on this list — his main focus being revenge will push him away from trying to start anything.

The way he acts with you is different. He warns himself to keep away. It'll hurt you, but he just can't seem to bring himself to leave. He wants to be selfish for just a moment. He wants to whisk you away all for himself.

He'll be your sword. Just give him the word. That's as far as he can ever go with you.

I think that if he were to have feelings for someone, he'll start to feel more... normal. He'll start to feel insecure. More aware of his body and actions.

Is he ugly? He's covered in scars, body buildup with bruises. There's no way you'd like him back. Do you think his voice is annoying? He never thinks that of yours. Is he overbearing? Oh gods, he hopes not.

He makes sure you eat well. It's the most important thing to him.

'A way to get into one's heart is through their stomach.' He once read it somewhere, and it stuck.

He'll lean into your touches, nuzzling his nose into the palm of your warm hand. Stroke his head, stare at you, and look away when you catch him.

If you ask him for something, he'll bring it and if you don't want it anymore, he won't roll his eyes, won't raise his voice and stomp away, he'll ask you want else you'd like. I think it says a lot about him.

At the end of the day, he is responsible enough to understand that he does not need a relationship.

KUGURI: He is a man who yearns for stimulation.

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like he's prone to liking a more innocent, goody two shoes type of partner. A rule follower. He'll adore you as is, and if you kill a man in cold blood — but he prefers when you show off that not everyone can walk all over you.

He thinks it's cute when you return back to your regular self, fretting on about returning home on time. It may not seem like it, but he's got a biiiggg blabber mouth. Only with you, really.

The type to hold you back from doing something stupid 😩 thank the Lord for that.

You're the only one alive that knows how deeply kuguri can really blush. He makes you swear on your life that you won't judge him, but knowing you, it'd never happen.

High key loves it when you overwhelm him. One second, he'll 'unintentionally' tease you and watch you stumble and stutter around, but the next minute, when you've had just about enough, you'll shove him to the ground

He stares at you with wide eyes, a feverish red tint spreading rapidly down his nape. The shudder that runs down his spine doesn't go unnoticed.

'You fit this look a lot better than I imagined.' Huh??? Sweet [name] said that??? Kuguri doesn't know how to respond, so he visibly swallows his next words and watches as you run away timidly.

This really is flirty and playfully mean banter. Even if everyone else says he's in love, even if he'll rip his skin off to make sure you're unharmed, even if he does feel comfortable in your presence...

Nothing can go on.

He has a mission, a goal, and he understands it'll end with lots of sacrifices; even yours.

HAKURI: Hakuri can come off as quite the prideful boy when he likes someone. In, like, a pathetic way. He tries to act macho, it backfires a lot.

He's needy.

Actually, no. I wouldn't say he's needy,

He's deprived.

He's got an insatiable taste to be useful, to prove himself and it's not a bad thing, everyone wants to feel that way, but it gets in the way of his confidence to proceed anything further with you.

He's held down by his past, the things that happened, the horrors he saw and participated in. He tries to do better, work on that guilt, be better.

Very unlucky in love. He's had many crushes, and none ended happily. Why can't he be good for someone?

His constant need for reassurance will make him step away when the quota isn't met. But it was nice while it lasted.

There's going to be dates. He'll take you on a walk, nervously placing his arm around you, but it's more so an awkward side hug you'd give to a friend.

And when he attempts to rest his head on your lap, his face will burn, but a shaky smile will spread across his face. He hadn't realized that he dozed off and started drooling all over you. And when he woke up, he never felt the drool and continued to speak to you with it smeared on the side of his cheek.

He's trying, okay??

"It's just for us." He'll convince you quickly. Maybe you can try to reenact some scenes yourself. After years of marriage, you should've known that's not what translated in his mind when he saw the book.

In his mind, he only wanted to read them together and see how long it'll take till one of you starts to cackle.

He's hoping it's you.

He loves your laugh.

So, from there on out, right before you get a shut eye, he pulls out the book from under his pillow like how a kid would stash it away.

He flips through pages and pages of short stories he's read prior before he lands on his favorite one. "Hear this, [name], what lovely wordings."

He knows it by heart.

"I felt the strikingly, hot semen all over my insides and it felt glorious. He licked and flicked and tongued me down until his face was covered with my..." He pauses for dramatic effect or maybe he was hoping for you to finish he sentence. When you don't complete it, he continues; "honeycomb."

"After mopping up all the white seed with his juicy tongue-"

All of a sudden, your grumpy groan cuts him off. "Yura, go to sleep."

He quiets down. The quietest you've even heard him these days.

"Yes, my dear." He says this so kindly that you don't expect him to softly shut the book, remove his reading glasses with such gentleness as to not disturb you anymore, turn the lamp off, lay in bed and turn the complete opposite way of you. "Goodnight."

Now, back to back, you raise a brow and turn your head to stare at the back of his head. He likes to sleep on his back beside you, not away from you...

He's upset that you cut his reading time?

No, Yura's upset that you didn't want him to read to you anymore (read: he took your warning to whole 'nother context).

"Yura." He hums, eyes on the multitude of house plants in your shared room, "don't be upset."

"I'm not. Only a bit sad you don't want me anymore." And there it is. Your burst of laughter. A small smile crawls on his face, ears perking up at the sound.

"That's such nonsense!" You giggle, shifting on your side to shuffle closer. Your arms wrap around his chest as you hold him close, lips brushing against the back of his neck.

"It's not a ridiculous claim seeing as you didn't deny it."

"Shut up! You know better." He does and he knows you'll let him read to you again tomorrow night.

— also the type of husband that alarms the nurses when his heart monitor goes off and starts to race abnormally high. No worries though! You only kissed his cheek and brushed his hair away from his forehead, "Mwah! Get better soon, my lovely husband."

⭑ Teleports to you before you go to him. It's almost like he sensed you needed him.

⭑ He's a biiiggg contrast to your current appearance; composed. Neat. His hair is nicely combed, like he styled it beforehand, and his sleeve cuffed just the way you like it.

⭑ Awe, he made an effort to see you. He always does.

⭑ The sight of him is a huge relief, and you can't help the fact that you throw yourself at him.

"Togooo... I didn't miss you. Not even a little."

"I did!"

⭑ When he notices that you've fallen quiet, he takes this chance to pick you up bridal style to walk you home, relishing in the way your body snuggles into his. He knows you'll feel sick and he can't have that. No, no!

⭑ When you're home, he removes your shoes and dresses you down all while you hang off his arm. He may joke around and poke at you to stand straight, only for you to lean back into him.

''[Name]."

"Hm?"

"I can't make dinner if you won't release my hand."

"No, don't leave my side yet."

⭑ Shiba is a calculated man. He does not fall for temptation. And yet, somehow (he knew very well why), he can not complain about your adamant behavior. He might even find it cute. Yeah, he definitely finds it cute.

⭑States he has to make dinner, but he follows you like a puppy to bed.

⭑ "We'll order take out." Said by the man who swore to start cooking homemade food.

⭑ He's knocked out within a minute. His arms wrapped around a pillow, your arms around his waist, nose nuzzled to his back, breathing him in as if he were a battery (yeah, he's the little spoon, don't tell anyone).

⭑ Chihiro walks in on the typical scene and blinks before leaving again. He knows he'll be the next thing added into the mixture if Shiba leaves for a second.

─────── HAKURI SAZANAMI.

⭑ It's like he expects it already, arms wide open when he sees you, cheeks flushed with a happy smile.

"Pretty!" Cheeseball 🙄

"Haku!"

⭑ Just as clingy as you. Although shy about it. He's afraid you'll think of him as too needy.

⭑ So relieved to find out you only get like this with him. His tail wags around excitedly. He might even run around in circles from the joy of it.

⭑ He can also get quite clingy and insecure after overusing his power. Don't be surprise when you suffocate in his hold.

⭑ Seeks you out to purposefully see you light up at the sight of him. His chest feels super duper warm he might combust.

⭑ Might even offer his storehouse so only you could hide away until you're energized again, it doesn't matter to him that leaving it open for so long could weaken his skill.

⭑ Please, deny it.

"I like having you."

⭑ Trussstttt!!! that Hakuri looks like a tomato. Extremely fidgety but happy to comply with it.

⭑ Shuts off the lights so as not to overstimulate you and prepares your bath. You help him pick out clothing in the dark. His hands tremble as he's 'forced' to duck away in the corner of the bathroom while you wash up (plays it off. And by that, I mean he says he's deathly afraid of the dark).

"Sorry for dragging you in here and making you uncomfortable, hakuri."

"N-not at all!" He squeaks when he hears water sloshing around.

⭑ After the bath, he's quick to exit and find some excuse for space. Just for a little. It can be a lot for him sometimes.

⭑ To be filled with overwhelming love.

⭑ Returns just in time to see the movie you set up to watch, happily jumping onto the couch with you.