Unohana

I am at times too busy to post due to being an activist, but I always post eventually.

I'm not the best at talking to people, but I do enjoy it so don't shy away from speaking to me and interacting with my post!

Time and time again you proved to Simon that a dog is a man's best friend.

You were loyal, obedient, and easy to train. Those were all desirable traits when searching for a dog hybrid, and you happen to hit every mark.

You'd submit to his demands and hold onto his every word, never once considering baring your teeth at him.

At times he thought you were more dog than human how loyal you were to him.

You had always stayed like no other, even when he scared you, you still proudly remained his, and for that reason, he'd keep you.

Not throw you away like the ones that came before you.

And even if he were to push you away, you'd come back.

As your body collided with a tree's bark, the back of your hand came to your mouth, stifling a moan that escaped your parted lips.

Small snowflakes fell from branches above onto the two of you as your clothed crotch made contact with Nikto's tented trousers.

His hand flew up to your wrist, his grip lowering your hand from your mouth.

“You were begging for attention, don't want it now hm?” he grunted, his breath warming your ear.

You whined shaking your head trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

Only making his grip on you tighten, his large boots stepping on the tips of your feet, as his other hand grabs the waistband of your pants, tugging them down and exposing your skin to the cold air.

“I wasn't I was just helping you hunt” you-” but before you could finish a faint shuffle across the forest ground made his hands stiffen.

Looking up the two of you saw a hare not too far off.

Nikto quickly released you and pulled your pants and underwear back up, picked his hunting rifle, which he had set up against the root of the tree where he had pressed your body, and trailed off after the creature expecting you to follow along.

When you irritated Simon, it was fine, but it sure as hell wasn't when he did it back.

Like it was okay that you tried to put your hand in his mouth while he yawned.

It was also okay when you pretended to be a dog and shook your wet hair onto him after washing it.

In your rule book, everything was fine, you were just having fun.

You'd just call him a Debbie Downer if he actually got annoyed with you.

But if he did it, he would never hear the end of it.

You'd huff at him and tell him to quit it and that he wasn't being funny, and he'd ask why you were holding back a smirk if it hadn't been funny, you'd protest that you weren't and that, that was just how your face looked.

Note: I have a friend that has bipolar disorder and her mood changes often get in the way of plans, so I sort of based this on that and other things I've heard. Also, I can always write more if you don't like this!!

An hour ago, Konig was supposed to pick you up for a reservation he had made earlier in the week at a restaurant you both thought would be nice to experience together.

Instead of getting dressed you stayed tucked under your blanket with a tear-stained face, not wanting to go as the two of you planned.

You found yourself not having the motivation to go like you thought you would.

Naturally, Konig was concerned about you because you not only canceled the date but also stopped responding to his texts.

He entered your apartment using a key you lent him to see how you were doing.

Even though you didn't appear upset in the text, he was still concerned because you seemed eager to try some of the dishes you had seen on the restaurant's menu.

And when he found you in bed, a wet patch on your pillow from you crying.

he sat beside you, Instead of getting upset at you for changing your mind at the last minute, his hand resting on your back as you lay facing your wall and asked if you wanted him to order Chinese food.

Simon muttered as he watched you touch the surfaces of the few pieces of furniture he owned, "I know it's not much.".

You traced the unsanded edges of the small desk in the corner of Simon's bedroom and said, "It doesn't have to be much, isn't it your room?"

You gently add, "There's nothing wrong with simple; sometimes it's just what I need. Don't hover, I'll be alright.".

You clutched the white cane in your other hand as it fell away from the desk.

He protested, "I don't hover.". You laughed and said, "You do hover; I can practically feel your breath on my neck, Si.".

He rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Shit, sorry.".

Though you had repeatedly told him that he didn't need to bend over backwards for you, and that you had been just like everyone else, he still found himself doing exactly that.

Although he didn't want to take you away from the life you had, he couldn't handle you being anywhere but in his

Nuns dedicated their lives to God.

Konig was aware of that.

Nuns could not partake in romantic relationships.

Konig was aware of that too.

And he kept reminding himself that, hoping he'd steer away the feelings that had developed for you.

But his heart remained indifferent.

That's what ultimately led him to a confining confessional booth at the church you worked at.

And once he began talking, it was as though he couldn't stop. He admitted to loving someone he feared could not reciprocate what he felt, and that he'd unintentionally hurt her.

But what he hadn't expected was you on the other side of the booth, listening to everything he had said.

You didn't know it was the man who seemed to hang around the church you worked at, staring at you through the windows. Because if you had, you wouldn't have said anything of the things that you did.

You were quick to reassure him once he was finished pouring out his feelings, telling him that even the strongest men, like Moses, had been fearful at some point, but that they conquered it, and that you believed he could do the same.

You even advised him to put his fears aside because if she were truly the one, she would understand that in no there any relationships that are there always peachy, and that she'd forgive him.

He followed your advice, then. He hit you over the head with a rock and pulled you to the trunk of his car that night after following you behind the church while you were discarding burned-out candles.

His actions were motivated by love not malice, he had no ill intent really.

You said it yourself, if she was the right one she would forgive his mistakes, and nuns forgave plenty, right?

“A lucky man” was what Simon had been met with every time he introduced you to someone.

And the comment always left him reflecting on the past and how lucky he had truly been when it came to you, from the night he met you, that was when his luck began.

He made the mistake of staying out until the street lights came on, which led him to run into a group of neighborhood boys who had been relentlessly tormenting him the same way his father had been doing at home.

Simon could still recall his jagged breaths and the relief he felt when he saw you on your porch, your hand waving him towards and dressed as though you were soon to go to bed, and the sound of his quickly beating heart as he outran the boys trailing after him.

Up until this point he had known nothing about you but hearsay from his classmates.

Yet you had so easily welcomed him into your home.

Him of all people.

He was so confused that night.

Simon didn't understand why had you let him take sanctuary in your home or why you had let him sit on your couch while your mother went outside to tell off the group of boys that were chasing him, threatening to tell their parents about the bad behavior they were exhibiting?

Why, why, why, he kept thinking that the whole night.

And till this day he hadn't been sure why you showed him that kindness that night.

But what he did know was that he was lucky, very lucky, and it was all because of you.

You never really know how hard you've fallen for someone until the thought of them is the only thought your brain often wants to form.

Nikto never placed much importance on loving someone, he was a man who enjoyed solitude, so yearning for someone was odd.

So strange that he didn't realize that what he felt for you was love.

But some things made him question if what he felt for you wasn't normal.

When he'd found himself going to the store not only to get his own groceries but some things for you as well, such as a candy you briefly mentioned liking.

He didn't even realize he was doing it until a store clerk requested him not to open the merchandise.

Nikto had been looking inside the candy bags, deciding to buy whichever one had the most of your favorite flavor, hoping to please you and get your approval-something he had no idea he was seeking.

What he used to be, how he was once viewed.

Those are things that constantly lingered in Simon's mind once his days with the task force came to an end.

It's hard to let go of something you were once good at, just like a dad struggling to let go of their time on their high school football team.

So when he and you were introduced by a mate of his, and over time he realized your past had resonated so deeply with his and that you managed to do such a good job transitioning back into civilian life, he was intrigued.

Rather than dwelling on who you once were, as he so often found himself doing, you embraced who you now were.

It was a huge contrast between you two.

A good contrast.

Simon knew the two of you were introduced because you reflected two different sides of the same coin, him being the bad one and you the good one.

So though initially he had shown disinterest at the beginning he hoped you'd put the gruff tone he had with you to the side, and get the pleasure of seeing you again.

Johnny was naturally flirtatious, and it hadn't always necessarily been that he was actively trying to pursue someone, he was just being himself.

And, at times, misunderstandings would occur, with people making his words out to be much more than he intended, which had always put him in an awkward position.

But what really had been the worst was when the opposite would happen, his words only being received as blush-worthy comments rather than something that had truly come from his heart.

Which had been the case with you.

It was almost as though you thought the feelings he kept trying to convey to you were brushed off as no more than a silly schoolboy crush.

Not knowing how much his heart thumped in his chest by just the sight of you because every attempt to show you, it was as though you decided his heart hadn't even been thumping at all.

So on Valentine's day he slid a letter into your hands asking you to read it.

The letter going into detail about how he meant every word that he spewed, and if you still did not believe him he was willing to show you however you'd like and how he hoped you now got the hint that he wasn't just flirting with you.

Johnny truly wanted you.

Gathering toghther, celebrating, partying, enjoying the sense of unity that comes with being around those you love.

Lots of people watch the Super Bowl every year, as it's a tradition for many.

However, neither you nor Konig did that.

One, Konig was not an American man interested in American football or any other sports for that matter, and two, in his own words, “I have more important things to do”.

Which was not entirely wrong.

The two of you had your own little thing somewhat football-related that both of you considered just as important.

It all began when he made a light-hearted joke about him rather than seeing you in a football uniform than any football player, and that was it, he forgot he had even uttered those words.

But you hadn't.

You actually had bought some skanky football uniform costume and came prancing into the living room in it on “Super Bowl Friday” not too long after he made that joke.

You'd thought it was something the two of you could just laugh about, but he decided that every year this could be your tradition.

Just him and you.

Simon kept telling himself that he was only doing you a favor and that his actions had been motivated by love.

When he told you to cut off all of your friends, it wasn't malicious; after all, you had him, so why else would you need friends?

He was certain that he knew what was best for you.

He only wanted stability in his relationship, and your friends would only interfere with what you two had.

And even if it meant bringing you to tears, he was confident that you would eventually thank him, with time he was sure of it.

Even though it was stuck in your head, you hadn't anticipated that Simon would feel the same way.

To be honest, you didn't even think he remembered you mentioning it to him.

You had seen an old commercial for a perfume that featured a catchy, adorable song.

You were immediately interested, especially after researching the perfume and discovering that the brand still produced the exact scent you wanted.

However, though you had repeatedly promised yourself that you would save money and purchase it at a later time.

You kept deciding you needed to spend money on other things, so that later never happened.

But even though you put it off, Simon didn't, and you made it difficult not to.

It was just as ingrained in your mind as it was in his.

And just like you'd done eventually he decided to do some research of his own.

So later on that week when Simon woke you out of your sleep early in the morning it was a pleasant surprise to see the perfume box in Simon's hand, when you tried asking him why he had got it for you, he shrugged his shoulders saying he thought you'd forgotten to buy it so he decided he would just buy it for you.

When in actuality you figured he had forgotten.

You thought it was the perfect coincidence that you and Konig met at the grocery store.

Which led to you foolishly letting him into your life, yearning for some normalcy after becoming famous.

He claimed he never heard your songs on the radio, nor had he ever even heard someone speak your name.

Unaware that the whole exchange was a carefully thought-out plan.

And that hadn't been the only thing you hadn't known about. You also hadn't known that he had a shrine in his closet filled with unconsented photos taken of you that only he had ever seen.

Or a half-eaten rotting apple you had thrown in the trash.

As well as a Chapstick that you had left on a table when you were dining out.

He saw no reason to tell you.

Now that he finally had you in his life, he found it hard to simply let you go, not after you had been so happy to finally meet someone who valued you more than your music career.

Simon took up drawing, hard to imagine, yet he did.

It was out of the ordinary for him, he didn't have hobbies outside of work, and if he did, they somehow related to his job.

When Kyle and Jonny invited themselves over to pay Simon a visit one evening and found papers upon papers filled with sketches, they were a bit confused. However, the fact that the same face appeared in every drawing is what truly baffled them.

So out of curiosity they attempted to question Simon on who the mysterious person was but he dismissed them by saying he had no clue who it was and that it was just a doddle.

And though they were still suspicious, they were on the verge of believing him.

That was until they both were walking down the stairs of the apartment complex heading home and saw you chatting to a lady working at the front desk, you looking identical to the person in the drawings.