He makes you late for work by pulling you back through the door for his daily morning hug.
He walked around shirtless as he made you a breakfast wrap to go. You loved it when he was off work. His fingers curled into your ass as he hugged you, practically lifting you back in the house. He kissed your lips slowly adding some tongue into the fray.
Your arms snaked around his shoulders and he tilted his head for even more access. He brings you to a bar stool in front of the island and sets you on it. Unfastening your belt and button of your work pants. He spreads your legs and shoves his hand into your panties. You would never be ashamed getting this excited for him.
He moans and slips his middle finger in and his thumb finds your clit. You moan in return into his mouth when he starts stroking. Kissing from your cheek to behind your ear âCanât let you go to work feelinâ like this beautiful.â He brings his soaking fingers to your glossy lips and you suck them.
He gets you out of your pants so now youâre sitting on that barstool panty-less with your legs in the air. Meeting your pussy with an open mouth kiss and his fingers find your core. Finger fucking you until you tell him your cuming because he wants to know- so he can eat you while you do. Now youâre stumbling out the door all flustered and shit. Replaying the best part your day so far, biting your lips while driving.
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Could u do Viktor or Beni with a really shy reader? Maybe they really dislike talking to people so they usually write or use sign language but when they're alone with Viktor/Beni they'll talk.
Bonus points if you add their first reactions đđ
a/n-peep the writing style change at the end i literally started this months ago
warnings- mention of blood in beniâs, suggestive in beniâsidk only if you think ab it really
VIKTOR LICHT
i truly feel like he would know sign language i mean heâs a smart dude
so yâall would just sign back n forth instead of talking he doesnât really mind honestly
it would help him learn more sign language and he likes being able to hold a conversation only yâall would understand
but when you first talk heâll just not notice it at first
âviktor can you pass me that beaker.â
âsure y/nâ
takes a hot minute for him to realize you spoke cause he just didnât notice
after a few short moments you just hear him gasp and he says ây/n did you just speak-â
freaked out a bit because he thought it was a voice in his head, but when he realized it was you he geeked out like a lot
âyouâre voice is pretty- i mean objectively there is no way to rate attractiveness based on a voice i mean-â
you cut him off by pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and smiling âthank you viktorâ
after that he was the only one who heard you talk really, he would also keep that moment to himself
but once yâall are alone he loves talking to you about anything
SHINMON BENIMARU
wouldnât mind it at all, he barley likes talking himself so he would enjoy the comfortable silence held between the both of you
whenever you two do talk it seems to be one sided from a far but what they donât see is you scribbling down your thoughts furiously
when the both of you go in public he would often speak for you, since he knows you so well he practically knows what youâre thinking
learned sign language so you could stop scribbling because he thought it was starting to irritate you, the very first thing he signed to you was âi love youâ
when you saw it you hugged him tighter than ever before
he heard you talk when he was badly injured, he saw you rushing over frantically to check if he was all right, you found him by himself under a pile of rubble and started cursing aloud
âshit shit shit shit beni please be okayâ he smiled at you with some blood running down his forehead âyou know i didnât think the heard first time i heard you speak it would be a string of cursesâ
Summary: You come back home to visit you father Konro, only ending up with you waking up to shinmon in your bed and being trapped in by the snow.
Winter was approaching hastily, and the strong winds of the forthcoming season awoke you from your sleep as you slept with your bedroom window slightly open.
 As you force yourself awake, you shiver in response. You paused in place as you brushed your skin in response to the wind.
Looking down and noticing your breasts were exposed, your eyes remained fixed on the arms that were snugly wrapped around your waist as you looked from right to left.
There was a strange man in your bed, which you instantly covered your mouth as you grasped. Fortunately, he was still sleeping when you lifted the covers.Â
"S- shinmon?"Â You couldn't help but shriek in disbelief.
As you attempted to get out of bed, his hold tightened with the slightest movement. You grab the window curtains and pull yourself up, thinking that would be a brilliant idea.
It worked until it didn't; the curtains gave way, and his grip on your waist completely loosened.
You threw yourself off the bed, taking all of the covers and even the curtains with you.
"Please don't wake up, please don't wake up." You whispered out in hopes that your clumsiness didn't awaken him. You waited on the floor, looking up at the bed, but there was no movement.
You breathed a sigh of relief till you heard Konro, your father's voice from down the hall. In the mornings, he frequently comes in to see how you're doing.
You jumped up, gripping the bed sheets as you crept onto the bed like a demon escaping hell, not wanting him to see Shinmon sleeping in your bed.
"He's on his way! Work your way under the bed!" You force Shinmon to wake up by climbing on top of him.
His gaze falls on yours, and he appears displeased with the current situation. "Why aren't you getting up? Make your way under the bed! My father is on his way!"
"But, for someone who had just awoken, that's a lot of effort." He pulled you down onto his chest and buried his head in your neck as he dozed off again.
How could he be so relaxed in this situation?!
When you hear a knock at the door, you grow panicked.
"Please, Dad, don't come in! I'm not feeling well!"
"Then I should come in and check your fever."Â Â He reached for the doorknob.
"I just threw up outside the door! You don't want to step in it, do you?"
He came to a halt as the door cracked open slightly.
"Just come in Konro." Shinmon spoke up. raising his head, his gaze directed toward the door.
When your father saw the two of you in bed, he seemed unfazed. " Â I came at a poor time, anyways, y/n I'm afraid you'll have to wait till next week to see your mother, the snow is falling quicker than I expected, and no transportation services will be able to transport you, even if you paid a lot of money."
"While the people of Asakusa light off fireworks for the coming season, me and the twins will be making hot coco."
He left the two of you alone once more, and Shinmon bent over you, pulling the covers from the floor and covering you both.
"There's nothing to be concerned about, as you can see. Let us go to sleep."
"Wait, this isn't right...I'll be right back." You leap to your feet and dress before exiting the room.
"Looks like someone had a fun night." As they pass you in the hallway, Hinata and Hikage snicker.
You catch up to your father by ignoring them.
"I wasn't expecting you to leave the room in such a hurry." As he made the coco, he continued.
"I don't understand, your okay with me and waka being together?"
"Yeah."
"Why"
"I trust him."
"But when I dated overseas you would be pissed off! that's not fair!"
He turned around and caressed your head. "You'll understand when you're a parent."
He returned his attention to the coco.
You return to your room, still unsatisfied with his response. Shinmon was up and about, getting ready for the day.
"I guess you were right, there's no need to be worried."
"I was already aware of that."
"Well, you did a fantastic job of reassuring me." As you prepared your bed, you gave him the side eye.
As the night grew darker, Shinmon joined the other towns people in setting the fireworks, while you assisted your father and the twins in passing out hot coco.
Shinmon returned once he finished, grabbing two cups of hot cocoa and pulling you away from everyone to sit on top of Company 7's building.
"Are you upset that you weren't able to return home on time?"
"I used to spend this time with my mother, but it's a wonderful change of pace. Nothing can compare to Asakusa and its amazing hot coco."
 When you look up from your warm cup of coco, you notice Shinmon gazing at you.
"Is there something wrong with my face?" As he smirked, you wiped your face.
"You were always someone who was beautiful from afar, and I assumed that if I got closer, I'd lose the same beauty I cherished so much, but I was mistaken."
His lips move closer to your ear. "Being beside you makes me want you even more, no matter what the consequences are."
Your cheeks flushed with blood, and as you turned to face him, you were greeted by his lips.
He deepens the kiss, savoring you with all of his affection and tenderness. Only breaking away as the sky is lit up by fireworks. As it went on, he stood up and took your hands in his, pulling you back inside.
You snuggle once you're both undressed and back in bed, and it quickly turns into kissing.
"What if my father shows up again?"
"It doesn't make a difference."
"What if you came home to find your daughter naked in bed with a man?"
"I'm going to kill him." As you both giggle, he lifts the covers over both of you.
During that winter night, you both embraced each other, and the night was filled with love.
Benimaru has never been an affectionate person. He never had to be. He always had to be. Being the leader of a Fire Force Company was hard work and he always put pressure on himself. That's why you were determined to break the shell that was Benimaru Shimmon.
It was one of the rare days that the of you could sleep in and enjoy each other's company. The warm sun peeked into the windows of the shared room, and with it, you woke before Benimaru. It was an occasion for you to ever wake up before Beni, so every time you did you were determined to study his features.
 His hair always fell into his eyes as he slept, the softness contrasting from when he was awake. He looked so peaceful lying there, steady breathing and all.
"I can feel 'ya staring, you know?" You widened your eyes in shock
'Might as well take this opportunity now' you thought to yourself before placing a small kiss on Beni's lips. Your boyfriend let out a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you.
"What are you doing there my little flame?"
"You always seem so grumpy and angry so I wanted to give you some love."
Beni was so lucky he had you. Someone to fight for, to fight with. Who made his days more bright and made life worth living. He loved you with every ounce of his being and he'd be damned if he would show it.
"You're so perfect. What did I do to get someone like you." He pulls you even closer as the two of you feel the heartbeat of the other.
You placed a kiss on the top of Beni's head, relishing in the feeling of him pulling you tighter into his arms.
"Let's just stay like this okay. I want more kisses"
You laugh at the normally stoic man in front of you, a complete teddy bear.
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Note: yall know I'm a sucker for parenting hcs, so ofc I had to do some for yall w my main husband beni. Enjoyđ
This is separated into two parts, the first half w a daughter, and the second with a son. I didn't specify if yall have both or just one, so it's open for interpretation if you have 2 kidsđŠđžâ𦯠as always, your kid(s) is/are 7-9
She's a huge troublemaker, and it's influenced greatly by Hika and Hina, as well as her father's recklessness
D/n is always causing trouble, and usually does it with Hika and Hina
They're really the three musketeers
Taking candy from residents of Asakusa, threatening to beat people up, just the usual
She'd get away with all of it too if it weren't for you because we already know Beni turns a blind eye to everything they do
D/n gets her hair done by the ladies in town, and just like you, she gets it done for free
Once you finish getting your hair done, Beni usually tells you both that you look amazing
"You both look lovely."
She also has second generation powers, and beni trains her to use them
He really doesn't care if she joins the fire force or not, it's her choice
At this point, he'd actually prefer that she didn't because of everything going on with the Holy Sol Temple and the Evangelist
He just wants her to know how to use her power
Beni honestly just loves her so much and wants the best for her
But hes also a very scared parent
Hes not very confident in his parenting abilities, and hes terrified of something happening to her, especially with the Evangelist running wild
You normally comfort him and say he's doing amazing and that nothings going to harm your little girl with him around
But you'd be lying if you said you weren't scared of the Evangelist part too
But you and Beni are awesome parents and wouldn't let anything like that happen to her :)
W/ a Son.
Benis lil twin
He wants to be just like his dad
But Beni encourages him to find his own path instead of just imitating him
But just like Beni... he's stubborn as hell
So if he wants to be like his dad he's gonna be like his dad till he decides that's not what he wants and no one is going to tell him no
He even wears one side of his shirt down like Beni
S/n tries to get his hair like Benis too
But its too curly for all that, but it is kinda long so he just ties it back
S/n is a third generation
Hes very reckless with his power too
Just uses it whenever really
The problem is that he doesn't have much control over his power and normally ends up breaking something
"Boy... I hope you got a way to explain I that broken bottle of sake..."
"My bad?"
He trains with Beni a lot thought, and tries to do a lot of his techniques but can never seem to get it
But once again, hes very stubborn so he refuses to stop till he does get it
He's buddies with Shinra and Arthur!
He thinks Arthur is slow but who doesn't
But he does still think he's pretty cool, and lowkey admires how he always wants to be the best (even if its usually when he's in a competition with Shinra)
S/n and Shinra thought??? Best friends.
S/n really just admires how great of a person Shinra is, and how he always keeps trying
Shinra cheers him on when he flops at doing a specific move
And S/n does the same except at pretty much anything Shinra does
Like when Shinra did the devil sign for the first time and almost blasted off?? He started gushing about how cool it was
He gets really sad when Arthur and Shinra have to leave, asks if they can stay but you, Beni, and them say they have to go home
But they always promise to come back soon, and they usually do!
And either way at the end of the day, he's still got Beni and You and thats honestly all this little boy needs <3
Fandom: Enn Enn no ShĹbĹtai / Fire Force.
Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader.
Content: Feels, worry, injuries, tiredness, fluff. Lack of proofing.
A/N: Thanks to all of you who have wanted tags, reblogged, commented, and liked <3 Iâm very happy that youâve stuck with this story all the way to the end. Thank you!
26. Warm heart
...  Konro  ...
The news of [Y/N] and Beniâs return (including the womanâs condition) had spread like wildfire among the residents of Asakusa and particularly the older women had taken it upon themselves to lighten the workload of Company Seven by providing hot meals â sent over by wide-eyed grandchildren who looked too dejected for Konro to bear when he tried to say none of this was necessary because in spite of what the neighbourhood seemed to think, everything had returned to some semblance of normal within a day.
âTime for bed, girls,â Konro begins to usher Hinata and Hikage out of the kitchen.
None of them look up from the drawings theyâre working on (one depicting a demonic infernal washing the floor). âNo,â they agree in creepy unison, âweâre strong independent women who donât need a man to tell us what to do.â
...what? He doesnât have to ask where they would have heard something like that: just this morning [Y/N] had said something along those lines to Benimaru when he tried to order her back to her sick bed. If only Iâd known better. Konro had chuckled, telling his old friend to give up on the protectiveness, for now at least.
Staring down at the twins, the scarred man crosses his arm calmly. âTry again.â
Seconds later, papers float in the air as Hinata and Hikage have changed their minds and are sprinting off to get ready for bed.
...  Reader  ...
Ow. Ooow. Eeek. Ow. Ouch.
Limping past Benimaruâs office, youâre thankful the door is closed as you donât need him to see how youâre gritting your teeth in pain. Maybe he had a point this morning...ow.
He had caught you leaving your room â your destination being the kitchen where Konro was busy serving breakfast for everyone present at the Special Fire Force Company Sevenâs headquarters â and promptly ordered your back to bed, completely ignorant of the fact that youâd spent a full day there already and you were bored out of your mind. Opinions had been...exchanged before he let you do what you wanted for the rest of the day.
And now Iâm paying the price. Every body part is screaming in protest at the mere idea of moving, littered with bruises and swells, and youâre fairly sure youâve pulled a few of the stitches on your thigh. Just a bit more. Down the hall and around the corner, then you can collapse onto the futon and get the weight off your swollen ankle.
âHave I ever told you, youâre stubborn?â Beniâs bored voice stops any progress.
Fuck. âOnce or twice,â you grit out, refusing to turn to see him standing there, probably arms crossed and leaning against the doorpost, âI take it as a compliment.â
âFigures.â Thereâs a huff and then you can feel him right behind you. â[Y/N]...â lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, âplease...you donât have to do everything alone and I know how strong you are. Let me he-...let me be of use.â
Oh, itâs tempting. You remember parts of the trip back from the Nether and how it had felt to be pressed against his warm body, nuzzling against the crook of his neck to inhale the mixed scents of coals, cedar, and light sweat. It had made it bearable whenever unconsciousness shifted and you were brought back to the pain.
Now Benimaruâs arms snake around your waist and under your knees and you realize youâve said yes without meaning to, allowing him to lift and hold you against him once more. He tries to move carefully, reducing the jostle as much as he can even as he lays you down.
â[Y/N]...the wound...â The frown on his face could be either worry or exasperation as he shows off the blood thatâs seeped through your trousers and onto his shirt.
âSorry?â
Somehow, he accepts not getting a hold of the doctor. âIâll...Iâll get what we need to rebandage it while you...â He motions to the bloody clothes, a pink tinge rising to the tip of his ears before he hurries out of the room.
Itâs easier said than done and youâve only managed to wriggle your butt out of the pants by the time he returns with cloths, bandages and hot water. Eyeing the lack of progress, Benimaru wordlessly asks for permission to help with the rest (leaving you in underwear and an oversized t-shirt) which he is granted â youâre too exhausted to keep up the hopeless charade of independence, preferring to be cared for. By him, specifically.
The large hands work meticulously, gently shifting off the layers of the soaked bandages while you lie back to watch in wonder. His shock of black hair canât obscure the frown or the way he pulls his lips tight when the cloth sticks to the wound and you bite back a hiss of pain. He cradles your thigh with a subtle grasp as he begins to dab away the mess and turning the damp cloths continuously lighter shades of pink until everything finally is clean again.
âYouâre luckier than you deserve,â Benimaru grumbles, âstitches are holding. Itâs just been seeping from underneath.â
Pushing yourself up by the elbows, you can see heâs right and that a new bruise has formed around the wound. Okay...Iâll have to take it easy a few days more. âFine...maybe you were right.â
âMaybe? Trust me, by the time itâs wrapped up, youâll know Iâm right.â
Itâs obvious thatâs heâs taking care, trying to shuffle your leg as little as possible and such, but the bandage has to stay in place and so he canât let it be too loose. Sure, after the first layers of foamy material directly on the wound, the shifting pressure isnât quite as bad...but itâs bad enough. Your nails are digging into your palms, teeth into lip, and tears are pouring down your cheeks even if you arenât making a sound by the time Benimaru is done and has lifted your ankle up by placing a stack of pillows under the calf and foot.
âIâm sorry,â he hushes you, spreading the covers over you, âI really tried to be careful.â
âMhmm.â You donât trust your voice to say anything else, but lift the covers aside for him to join you. âPlease?â
Something deep and warm moves in those mix-matched eyes of his as you studies your face. Then he discards everything but his boxers and lies down on his side, facing you. The touch of his fingertips is barely there as he wipes away the tracks of the tears.
âI know...I wonât always be able to prevent you from hurting...but I wish I could, babe,â he whispers.
Of course he canât. It doesnât matter though, you decide, as long as heâll be there to help you afterwards and you tell him as much, words mumbled against his lips before losing yourself in a slow kiss.
You are both out of breath when he breaks away.
âIâm not letting you leave bed tomorrow except for the absolute minimum!â Beni vows.
âI could be convinced if you come and cuddle up with me sometimes.â
Raising an eyebrow at the weak smirk you grant him, he seems to consider the idea for a few seconds before smiling: âFine. I can accept that.â
I like your writing a lot (especially fire force).I have a request for Benimaru x reader who canât speak, she can fight and her ability is good but everyone ignores her,Beni noticed that, how would he comfort her or maybe confess to her.
Hey thanks for the request! I really liked writing this and I got to include the only JSL sign I know which is for thank you đ I hope you like this!
Your neck hurt from where the blast hit you but you used the momentum to your advantage, turning it into a back handspring. You slide on your hands then when you land on your feet youâre pushed a little more from the force.
You donât let the white clad pop off any more blasts, immediately pulling the heat from the atmosphere around you and adding it to your flames as you use your ignition ability. the rocks around your feet begin to float, making them glow then light on fire, burning bright and hot as you pour the heat and energy into them. You snap and they all fly towards the white clad ârocks? Thatâs your weapon?â the white clad begins to laugh but you just smirk. Using your ability to control the speed and precision of each one. you send them all to specific pressure points in the white cladâs body, one to the neck, one to the jaw, and one to each temple.
You watch as they strike them, the smirk on your lips growing into a look of satisfaction as the white clad falls to the ground, unaware of the man watching you from his place in the sky.
Waka hops down from his flaming broom to the tower beside Konro and he hums âwho is that?â he asks and Konro sighs â y/n l/n.â âIs she new?â Konro shakes his head âshes been here two years almost. Sheâs a mute, lost her voice when an infernal attacked her home, her parents died and the burning roof fell on her. She landed on the edge of a knocked over chair and the force of it destroyed her voice box.â Waka doesn't say anything, just watches as you pop your neck and stretch out your shoulders, making your way back to the guardhouse since he called the fight over.
You enter the guardhouse and like usual, no one really looks at you. You get one or two nods but this was normal, you couldnât speak and so people didnât want to even try to talk to you. Having to wait while you write down responses or trying to learn how to read your gestures or lips was just too hard for them, you guess. But you really didnât mind. You liked to be on your own for the most part, used to it by now. Benimaru watched your interactions with your peers and scowled, why did they treat you like an outsider?
After your shower you decide to head on a walk to watch the stars before you go to bed, walking down the nearly empty streets as you cleared and relaxed your mind. .âHeyâ his voice makes you jump and you clutch at your heart with a small smile and empty laugh. âSorry, i didn't mean to scare youâ you smile softly at him, a little confused as to why the captain is talking to you but he doesnât seem commanding right now so you don't salute, which he doesn't mind.
You raise your hand to your throat and he nods âi know. Konro told meâ you raise your eyebrows and he looks into your eyes for a moment, he didnât know it was possible for someone to have such beautiful eyes. âCan i walk with you?â he asks and you stare, shocked, for a moment before smiling again and nodding.
âI saw you fight todayâ you feel butterflies enter your stomach, he watched you fight? He took time to watch ~you~ fight? You couldnât believe it, you thought for sure there was someone better to watch, someone more powerful. âYouâre strongâ he says and you feel your cheeks warm, you bow your head in thanks and you flatten your hands, bringing the edge of your right hand against the back of your left wrist in the JSL sign for thank you. He watches you and understands your sign, already having looked up some basics before talking to you.
When you raise your head he gets a glimpse of your adorable blush and the corners of his mouth twitch, threatening a smile that he forces away.
You walk in comfortable silence for a while, stopping by the river for a moment to look up at the moon before your curiosity got the best of you. You turn towards him and lay your hand on his shoulder so he would look at you. You raise your eyebrows in question and mouth the word âwhy?â âwhy do i walk with you?â he asks and you nod, your hand falling from his shoulder
âi don't understand why youâre an outsider if youâve been here for 2 years. I want to spend time with you and see if youâre a good or bad fit in the company. So far, your fighting is powerful, you are trained well and obviously know what youâre doing. Iâll be spending the next few days with you to test your skills as well as learn why youâre still an outsider and why you have no friendsâ his words were blunt and although you didnt mind not really having friends in your company, it still stung to have him say it so bluntly. Itâs not like they dont like you or anything, they just dont want to spend the time getting to know you. You furrow your brows, hoping he doesnt make you leave the company because of that.
Sure enough, the morning comes and heâs there, watching you during breakfast and noticing how you interacted with team mates, noticing how they all just .. ignored you. He humphs, catching Konroâs attention. âShe does her thing, and everyone just lets her. Itâs like shes a ghost. Iâm not sure if she minds though. We talk sometimes, sheâll write down responses or make signs she knows, sometimes she mouths words and iâll read her lipsâ
The afternoon rolls around and after Benimaru is finished with his paperwork he walks the halls, asking any team member he runs into about you. âShes just.. weird.â âItâs weird shes mute.â âit makes me uncomfortable to talk to herâ and more things were said, but none of them were worse than that. Everyone just didnt want to try talking to you because they were uncomfortable with that way of communicating. It annoyed him how stupid his company was. He asked them if they trusted you in battle though, and all the answers were yes. They all knew how you fought and you were amazing and powerful. All of them would team up with you on the field in an instant.
He watches as you train, alone as usual, and studies your fighting style. It was a mess but he was impressed because it actually worked? Like you made your own style that was the opposite of every other style, he went through your style in his head, putting it against other styles he has seen from whte clad and you had the right angles and moves to completely work around them.
He throws off his sleeve and stands in front of you, wanting to put you to the real test. He represses a smile, he actually hopes you give him a good fight worth his time. You smirk, there was no way you could beat him but youâd give it your all.
He nods, signalling for you to go and you use your ignition powers, taking the rocks behind him on the ground to fly towards him with the same force as the ones with the white clad. As he was distracted turning his head to see, you use the same power, this time focusing it on the soles of your shoes and adding to the power and force to which you ran. He gasped softly as you surprised him, appearing right beside him as you went to jab but as he went to dodge you faked him out, kicking the back of his knees and making him fall flat on his back.
You gasp softly and raise your hand to your mouth, you didn't expect to actually land a hit on the Captain. You hold your hand down to him and he takes it with the smallest of smiles. âI didnât expect thatâ he says âyou surprised me, but know this, it won't happen again.â he dusts himself off and then gets back into position and makes eye contact âbeginâ
He was right, it was a fluke surprise thing. You never got another hit in but you fought so hard you kept him on his toes. It was like a dance as you sparred. you didn't hold back and neither did he, although he did withhold his ability. You almost thought at the end you would get him again but he twisted the last second and you ended up flat on your back as he crouched beside you. âYouâre more powerful than I first thoughtâ he said and you felt your cheeks flush.
At dinner, he moves from his usual spot at the head table and finds you outside on the back porch, leaning against one of the beams and tossing bits of your rice to the birds. âIs this.. Your normal?â he asks when he sits beside you and you straighten up, not expecting to see him again today. You nod twice quickly and he hums before sitting beside you. âThe company, they trust you in fights but ignore you in person, it doesn't make sense.â you laugh, just a soft sound of air from your nose and he cursed the sake he had at dinner for making it harder to hide his smile.
âDo you care?â he asks and you shrug. You didnt really care now but at first it was hard. You used to be the center of attention, laughing and joking and making friends easy. But two years later you had zero real friends.
âcause i could make them treat you betterâ he says and you look at him with wide eyes and mouth âDont.â while you shake your head. He laughs a little and the sound makes you feel warm despite the cool night breeze. You mouth you next words slowly so he could read your lips ânot a big dealâ he nods âi envy you. Sometimes i wish people wouldn't talk to meâ you give him a soft look with another airy laugh from your nose that says âi guess we envy each otherâ
Since then, even if you didnât see him all day or communicate with him, he would eat dinner beside you outside every night. He decided that since he couldn't make anyone be your friend, he would be your friend. He would ask you simple questions at first, yes or no, before he got more comfortable with your responses and knew what you were saying with your eyes and facial expressions. Sometimes you didn't even have to mouth anything at him if it was an easy night.
He got back late tonight tho and missed dinner. You sat on the porch and felt like your heart wasnât in your chest as you picked at your meal, feeding most of it to the birds and the stray dog that came around sometimes. You could tell you were developing feelings for your captain and it felt so cliche. You knew nothing could come of this so you just forced those feelings down, convincing yourself that your empty heart was just heartburn and itâll go away eventually.
The next day you had off, so you spent it like you usually do any other off day. You took your sketchbook and pencils and went to the top of one of the guard towers.
You sit in the sun and enjoy the cool afternoon, the sounds of the city and pencils softly dragging across paper filling your senses. âYou're pretty goodâ he says and you don't even flinch, you just smirk, used to his silent ways by now. You look up at him and roll your eyes before smiling softly and waiting for him to tell you what heâs doing. He sits beside you and you turn your body so you could look at him.
âis this how you spend your day off?â you nod and he hums âitâs nice up here, I can see why you like itâ he holds his hand out for your pad and you hesitate for a moment before handing it to him. He raises an eyebrow at your hesitation but understands when he flips through the pages. Itâs pages were filled with drawings of your company, team mates, the guardhouse, Konro had a few pages, you had to admit it was fun to sketch his hair and large stature. What impressed him the most thought, were the pages that had pictures of him.
Two or three pages had multiple different angles of his face but his favorite was the one where you drew him sitting beside you at dinner. You caught the feelings in his eyes and his body language, he looked like just a peaceful man. You titled it, the captainâs peace. And he felt his cheeks flush just slightly.
He holds his hand out for a pencil as he flips to a clean page and you set it gently against his palm, your soft fingers grazing his calluses send tingles up his arm.
He turns so you can't see the sketch pad, leaning it against his knee that he brought up and tucking his other foot behind that leg. You bring your knees up and lean your head against them, watching him as he sketches what you assume was the city. Your eyes focus on the clouds that roll by behind him as you just enjoy the soft sounds of pencil against paper. When the paper tears you gasp and look back to him, reaching out for it, wanting to see his work. âNot this timeâ he says with a chuckle and folds the drawing, tucking it inside his shirt. You pout and he about gives in, it was the cutest thing heâs ever seen.
He hands you back your pad and your pencil and you furrow your brows as you roll your eyes, taking the pad with a huff. You quickly sketch out a rough drawing of the city below surrounding the guard tower, then you draw more details on the tower before you add in him holding your pad and drawing and you sitting beside him. You title it, keep you secrets then, and then tear it out carefully and hand it to him. He laughs when he reads your title and folds it as well, placing it beside his other.
That night, in the middle of dinner, the alarm rings. Your bowls are forgotten about as you drop everything youâre doing. You run alongside Benimaru before you grin and salute him before running down a side road to fulfill your duty of getting the people to safety before helping out if you are needed, which you most likely would be needed with the multiple infernals. Beni does what he does best, gets brooms and goes straight to the largest infernal.
When you both get back, you sit beside him on the porch, your food cold and your bodies exhausted. You lay back on the hardwood at the same time, making you both smile softly at the ceiling. âYou did well.â he said and you felt a sense of pride enter your heart. You reach out to pat the back of his hand, a way of returning the compliment, but you gasp when as you try to move your hand, he hooks his pinky around yours and holds your hand there beside his. You feel your cheeks warm because of this action, your heart racing.
Sure, the company saw your growing friendship, and as weird as they thought it was, they wouldnât say anything. They would pretend they saw and heard nothing, too nervous of what their captain would do if they started anything.
You couldnt sleep, your face still felt warm from the small contact you had with him. You get up and walk down to the river, watching the moon hanging low as the morning approached. You sighed as you looked down into the water, looking at the reflection as you leaned against the railing and set your head against your arms.
You see his reflection, heâs looking at you in the reflection of the calm water. He smiles softly and sets a hand on your shoulder âitâs a nice nightâ he says softly, like his voice was only for your ears. You turn and look up at him with a small nod before smiling at him. His eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept either. You reach your hand up, wanting to touch him but your hand freezes in the air and you frown. You dont really know if this is okay, you dont want to make him uncomfortable or anything by touching him. You almost drop your hand but he takes it, bringing it to his own face âitâs okayâ he whispers and you feel your stomach flood with butterflies.
You reach your other hand up, cupping both sides of his face as your thumbs brush across his skin. You looked at him like you really saw him, not like he was some spectacle of power to behold. You looked at him like he was just benimaru, nothing more nothing less. Thatâs why he fell for you.
âIf those bastards,âhe brushes your hair from your forehead and smiles, truly smiles down at you, youâd think he was drinking but his breath smells like mint toothpaste. âcan't see your worth, as a friend and comrade outside of battle. And since you don't want me to make them... â he cups your cheeks as your hands move to his shoulders âMaybe, you'd allow me to stay by your sideâ he says as his face draws nearer to yours.
Your hands move around his middle as you close the distance between him, gripping the back of his shirt in your fists as you stand on your tiptoes to brush your nose against his, making him gasp softly before chuckling. âI take that as a yesâ he says and you nod, your heart hammering in your chest as tingles run across your skin.
He looks deep in your eyes for a moment, and you try to put your soul in them. Try to tell him how you feel about him with just a look. He smiles and presses forehead to yours with a soft sigh âI can see everything in your eyesâ he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.
(Bonus bc the story flowed different than I imagined in that moment and I want it to stay relevant)
He leads you by the hand to his bedroom, nothing in mind, just the desire to sleep. Once in his room he lets go of your hand to take off his shirt and you walk further in, looking round at his things. You smile when you spot the drawing on his dresser, the one you made for him. You gasp softly, gaining his attention as you take a step forward. âI uhâ he swallows hard, a little embarrassed as you pick up the paper
The drawing he made, was of you. And it was beautiful. Your hair in the wind and your gaze far away as you reasted your head against your knees. It was titled âsilent, strong, beautiful.â
