iron deficiency

Genya Shinazugawa appreciation post.

agh im sorry he's a bit ooc ;

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My grip around the pillow tightened. It was still too early for me to get up, I didn't want to leave the warm bed.

I curled into a small ball, clinging onto the pillow. It has gotten colder, because appearantelly, Fedya has left the bed some time ago.

I slightly opened my eyes. The electronic clock on the night table read 8:15am. I grunted in annoyance and buried my face into the pillow.

Slowly, I felt my bed slightly bend in from the weight on the other side. Quietly and carefully, long fingers krept on my waist, hugging it in a loving manner. "Mm~" I hummed sleepily. The person behind me pressed their lips to my back.

Their fingers danced in my hair as they pressed my body to theirs. "Your hair is so soft~" the person whispered huskily.

As I thought, that was Fyodor. "Mm, Fedya~" I grunted "Where were you? I got cold, you know".

The male chuckled "Prostite mne" . His Russian apology made me smile. I adored how he spoke in his native tongue.

His clothed torso gently pressed against my back, engulfing me in warmth. His arms now cradled my waist, holding me close.

"Y/N, you're extraordinary. You're like an unbreakable toy~ It's never boring with you".

"Well, doesn't it mean that you'll get bored with me one day, since I have no limits?"

Fedya chuckled into my nape.

"Sorry, I didn't think of that. It sounded better in my head".

I turned around, now facing his collarbone. I saw his face, it was as pale as always. His hair was slightly messy, and he (of course) didn't wear his ushanka. His deep, hazy purple eyes were fixed on me. I wrapped my arms around his torso.

"Just don't say anything. Let's sleep more".

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"Tasty! Tasty!!" Kyojuro cheerfully devoured his food,  letting me know that my cooking was successful. After all, making sweet potatoes wasn't that hard. However, a pinch of salt, herbs and a little bit of pepper makes wonders.

"I'm glad" I shot him a wide grin, poking my own plate. Rengoku finished his and went to have some more. After all, I made way more than for two people, but I knew of his hunger.

"Y/N, you'll always have to make me sweet potatoes, now! And perhaps try your magic on salt grilled bream?".

"I'll see what I can do without burning the house down" I chuckled, grabbing my plate. I put it in the sink, rinsing it a bit and left it there. I'll finish cleaning it later.

"Ren-- Kyojuro, what do you think of me becoming a chef? You know, instead of slaying demons and all" I asked, jokingly "I could make you not only sweet potatoes or grilled bream. I could try my hands on some more exotic dishes".

I turned around, meeting the Flame Hashiras golden eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him lower. I pressed my nose to his, closed my eyes and chuckled.

"I like the idea of you becoming a Rengoku much more" he confidently said.

My eyes shot wide open. Did I just misheard something? I felt my cheeks heat up. Rengoku's eyes stared at me, his happy-go-lucky smile plastered on his face.

"Oh my" I whispered "Now that I think of it, I like that idea more".