I made the mistake of watching infinity castle again and remembered just how much I love Akaza. He's one of my favourite characters period. I can't do without him man.
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Kyojuro, a name so familiar it leaves your lips unconsciously. At night in your sleep, Kyojuro would sound across your room, a hopeful call for the man the name belonged to. He never came, even in the morning when you called out for him to join you for breakfast, he never answered.
Kyojuro, a name so familiar it became a distant memory. A word where you know the meaning of but don't remember it in detail. Others would try to remind you what Kyojuro meant. Bright warmth, a large grin, and even larger hugs. Kyojuro ment love.
Kyojuro, a name so familiar it became invisible. No one spoke it, referenced it maybe but never directly tried to say it. It was too difficult it tied your tongue in knots, theirs too. It enveloped people's hearts with sorrow while framing their face with tears.
Kyojuro, a name that meant boundless joy, became a word for feeling the absence of something that once brought happiness.
There was a name so familiar it was your everything. Now, it remains forgotten and unspoken. Left behind in the tomes of sad histories and tragedies school children played in the courtyard. All the while those it yearned to be spoken through, kept their lips shut out of sadness.
He yearned from the beyond to hear you say his name. Yet, no matter how long he waited, you never dared to. Kyojuro could hear his name sung in your heart, a sorrowful tone that made sirens cry and him weep. But, no longer in the nights nor in the mornings did you call for him. Even when he waited there for you patiently. Oh, how long he waited.
Plot βΈβΈ In which Kyojuro keeps reminding you to use his first name once you two get together.
Tags βΈβΈ Fluff | Established Relationship | Marriage.
Two weeks ago, you and Rengoku became an official couple and it has been pure bliss since then. Neither of you wanted to leave the other one's side, so much so, that the others around you either became tired of your adorations towards one another or teased you for it relentlessly.
"You guys like to keep it flashy, I like that." Tengen teased as he watched Rengoku place his hand on your cheek.
"Us, flashy? Says the guy with three wives, " you sigh.
"You sound jealous," He leaned back, his eyes watching you intently, he knew the usual banter between you well enough to guess what you'd say next.
"Why would I be jealous, I have Rengoku" you wrap your arms around your husband.
"Kyojuro!" Your husband exclaimed loudly, his eyes peering at you and unblinking.
Ever since you two had made things official, a routine got established. You, still unused to calling him by his first name, kept referring to him by his last name and he would remind you of his first. Every day, this would happen at least once, often times during the most mundane of moments.
Evening light softly filtered through your room, covering everything in sight. Still, despite light kissed furniture glowing in warm hues, non shined brighter than the flame Hashira sitting opposite to you. In front of him, two tea cups steamed and beside him, a book laid where you had left it long before.
"Rengoku can you pass me my book?" You lean forward, arm reached out.
"Kyojuro!" He replied, his arms folded across his chest. Those warm eyes stare at you with love and adoration as well as stuberness.
"....Kyojuro can you pass me my book?" You repeated fixing your mistake, though now a bit more flustered.
"Of course! Please use my first name I find it beautiful when you say it!" As he spoke, he handed you your book.
When night came, your book laid beside you, pages dutifully read. It's reader, you, laid in bed wearing your nightwares utterly exhausted from the days events. Rengoku lay beside you, his arms bring warmth as he held you. His chest against your back lets you lull asleep at the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Good night Rengoku" you mutter half asleep.
"Hmph" He pulled himself closer, his chin resting on your shoulder, "Kyojuro" he kissed against your skin.
"G'night Kyo..." You drifted off before you can finish.
And, when morning rose again. Your husband shone ten times brighter than it. His hair alone outshining everything in his path as it sprawled on your futon, glowing like the very sun beaming outside. He was beautiful as usual even when he was morning messy.
Heat creeped to your cheeks first thing in the morning. How could you manage to live with him if two weeks in you're still acting like a crush stricken lovesick. You didn't know, you just counted your blessings to have him with you at all.
"Good morning," you spoke and he titled his head waiting, "Kyojuro"
Kyojuro beamed so much you felt your eyes sting from his joy.
"Good morning!" He replied, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
For a moment, everything was calm. So much so that you almost fell asleep again surrounded by him and the singing birds outside. You would have, if it weren't for soft lips trailing wherever they could reach, each one followed by a soft whisper.
"Good." One kiss, "Call me by my name again," another kiss, "Kyojuro."
After finishing his canvas, he shifted in his spot to reach you better. Now, he hovered above your face, that smile shining directly above you. He leaned down, kissed your face over and over, whispering his own name after. His name somehow sounded like your own after a while β as if he was calling you by his own name.
You heat up. Hard.
No time to breath much less stop him, you press a hand against his chest. Yet, you don't push him away, you just keep them there to ground yourself against his onslaught of kisses. You wondered if he was trying to eat you.
"Kyojuro! Stoopp" Giggling and whining at the same time, you shift your head to the side. It did not help, instead, his kisses found the shell of your ear and the side of your nose.
"You did it again!" He exclaimed, his voice now at his usal full volume.
"Don't tell me-" You were right, apparently this was your reward for getting it right.
Now, his words changed from his name to "Delicious!" For every kiss.
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