#fuchi x reader

You feel a faint brush on your shoulder.

A hint of fear passes through you at the sensation. You expect a cockroach or another bug crawling on your arm from the feather-light touch, as it continuously creeps over your dulled senses. It wouldn’t be the first time that it happened.

You jolt awake, eyes wide open, your vision still cloudy as it settles on your surroundings.

You feel that same feeling on your side again. Only this time it's less imaginary, and more real. More warm.

You turn to your side, coming face to face with Fuchi, who looks at you with the same neutral expression he always sports.

“(Nickname), wake up, wake up… you need to wake up…” he whispers, voice low and quiet as he shakes you awake.

“W-what? Fuchi?—the hell…?” You rub the corners of your eyes, confused.

It’s late, it’s so late, why is he here?

“What time is it?… what happened?” you ask, still dazed, hand hovering over his to stop him from shaking you again.

A small smile forms on his lips, looking genuinely pleased that he was able to rouse you awake.

“We have to go to the clearing again…” he whispers.

You wait for him to finish, to elaborate on his words as you stare expectantly at his face, eyes still half-lidded from sleep.

But nothing comes.

You let out a deep sigh, laying your head back, clenching your eyes shut.

“…To do what?” You ask, exasperated.

“To get some herbs.” Is his pointed reply.

“Fuchi,” you say, voice firm. “It’s the middle of the night. Go back to sleep.”

He frowns at your reply, tapping your arm again once more, insistently this time.

“I can’t sleep unless I go back to that clearing (nickname).” This time he pinches your skin, alternating between light taps and small slaps— not strong enough to hurt, but enough to keep you awake.

And annoyed.

You groan.

“Well I can, good night.”

You turn to your side, pulling your arm underneath the blanket.

Fuchi lets out a small huff, stopping his ministrations. Tone turning soft as he nudges your arm, gently this time.

“(Nickname)… please, it won’t take long. I’ll make it worth your while.” He pleads.

You open your eyes, frown still present. You refuse to face him, still.

“You want me to chaperone you to a clearing, at midnight?” You reiterate.

“Yes.” Is his immediate reply.

“Why?”

“You gotta.”

“You’re a grown adult, do it yourself!” You pull your shoulder inwards again. Smothering your face into the blanket.

Fuchi occupies more of the space you left behind, inching closer as you cocoon yourself to the furthest corner by the wall. You can feel the heaviness of his stare, you force yourself to ignore it.

“If I were to be kidnapped by the townspeople who hold varying degrees of hatred towards us, you will change your mind.”

“…”

A brief pause.

You furrow your brows at his admission, and he remains still behind you.

You let out a deep sigh, lifting yourself up on your elbows, staring at him through the dark.

“I am, unfortunately, quite kidnappable.” He adds, once he meets your gaze.

“You know how to weild a sword.” You say, deadpan.

“I can’t use it against a civilian.”

“It’s for self-defence!”

“It would still tarnish the Yamada clan’s name. I refuse to do that.”

“You have an answer for everything don’t you?”

“Not when you’re giving me terrible rhetorics.” He responds, tone neutral.

You let out a deep breath, flopping open your blanket. “Fuckin’—fine, get your stuff. Let's go.” You pull yourself up to sit. You doubt you’d get in any sleep now, you wouldn’t if you tried.

Fuchi blinks at you, surprised.

“Wait, really?”

You shoot him a glare, eyebrow raised.

“Yes. Now do it fast or I will collapse back to my sheets.”

He moves away from your futon without another word, skipping away to get god knows what.

You press a hand to your eyes, rubbing as you let out a small yawn.

As you stand up to get your haori, Fuchi’s already made it back to your room. Basket on his back, a satchel tied to his obi, and a lamp in his hands.

You furrow a brow at his items, as if sensing your silent question— Fuchi answers, “For cutting the herbs,” he says plainly, pointing to his satchel.

You point towards the small box inside his basket.

He stares at you for a minute, blinking owlishly.

“It’s nothing.” Is all he says before walking off.

You gawk at his response. Grabbing your own lamp and wakizashi from the table before running after the smaller blond. Shouting for him to wait for you.

——

You reach the clearing soon after. It’s not too far from town, just a little ways off into the forest. The clearing Fuchi is referring to is the one a little bit more deep into the forest. Just north of the waterfall.

You would wander through these woods on your lonesome everyday for your walks. You find there’s fewer people here regardless of the time of day— it’s quieter, a lot more peaceful than the dojo, or the hustle and bustle of town.

Although your routine hasn’t changed much, you now sometimes find yourself returning with Fuchi, tracing paths you’ve long since memorised like the palm of your hand. Helping him find new herbs and flora for his medicines.

Even if your reasons for coming here are different, you don’t seem to mind his company all that much.

You just hope it’s not in the middle of the night whilst you were catching up on sleep.

You watch as Fuchi makes quick work of the herbs, cutting and pulling at the stems with practiced ease.

“This—“ he pulls up the plant in his hand, showing it to you, “Is a Yomogi,” he presents the green plant to you. You stare at it with mild amusement. Rubbing the leaves with your fingers. Nothing special about it, it feels like grass.

“What does it do?” You ask, Fuchi smiles pointing at one side of the herb “The flowering parts of this plant can be used as a medicinal aid for constipation, it’s also good for the blood.” He states, placing it in the basket.

You look to the side, pointing towards the corner, “Is that a Yomogi?” You ask.

“Yes, I’ll get to that later. Check this out—“ the exchange goes on for a long while— with Fuchi showing you plants with varying degrees of likeness, and you nodding along as you touch and pick similar looking herbs to put in his basket—and before you know it, you can hear birds chirping from the distance.

You stare up at the sky. The stars have long faded, the moon goes along with it. The sky’s now tinted a lighter blue, painting the surroundings in a much clearer view.

You stretch your arms out as you stand. Letting out a loud yawn.

You can faintly hear Fuchi call out your name nearby.

Turning your head to the sound of his voice, you find his head peeking from the bushes, blonde hair contrasting perfectly with the deep greens of his surroundings, making him stand out.

You see him crouching near a patch filled with violet flowers.

Sumire, you think to yourself. Crouching down to get a better look, you place your lamp down beside you, hand dusting over the delicate flower before rubbing against it’s soft petals.

Expecting to hear an explanation, you turn your head to look over at Fuchi, only to come face to face with a batch of the same flowers shoved straight to your face.

The sudden movement throws you off balance, a yelp escaping you as you hit the grass.

Fuchi snorts at your stumble. You shoot him a glare— but it fades quickly when he offers you a hand.

You take it without much fanfare, huffing softly as he pulls you up with ease.

“…Thanks,” you mutter.

Brushing off the bits and pieces of grass that’s stuck itself to your clothes, you look back at Fuchi, and this time when he offers the flowers again, you take it— fingers brushing lightly against his.

Fuchi stills— just for a fraction of a second.

His grip tightens slightly, before he releases the flower into your hand— pulling back quickly as if nothing had happened.

“It’s Sumire right?”

Inspecting the flower in hand, a small smile tugs at your lips— herbs and flora are one of the few things you and Fuchi agree upon.

You think they’re pretty, and it just so happens that Fuchi always has an abundance of them in stock.

Although you don’t share the same type of medicinal knowledge or expertise as he does— appreciating them for what they are is what counts right?

They look larger than the others— you could probably display this in your room. You roll the stems of the flower between your fingers— you see them quite frequently during spring, you wonder briefly if they're edible.

“They’re not edible, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Fuchi says, reading your expression.

“Sumires can be used for sore or dry throats, although I’ve yet to actually try and make them into medicine.” He picks up another slightly larger flower from the patch, offering them to you, and you accept without question. Already thinking of how you can use them when you get home.

“Although, it’s medicinal properties are less potent than the others, plus they taste really bitter.” he murmurs, voice dry from how much he’s been talking.

You pass a few of the flower back to him, he raises a brow at your actions.

“It’s yours. I gave them to you,” he states plainly.

You flick the flower gently to his cheek, a grin making its way to your face “Right now, I think you need it more than me,” you say, teasingly.

Fuchi pushes your hand away, giving you a humourless laugh.

His gaze drops to the patch of flora, picking up another cluster of them. He stares at it intently, turning it around his fingers, lips pursed.

“Do you know much about flower language?” He asks suddenly, eyes still trained on the violet petals.

“A little,” you admit, twirling the flower in your hold “Roses mean something romantic right? That’s why people give it to their lovers—kind of like communicating you care for them without telling them that you do.” You look back at him for confirmation.

“Thats what flower language is, right? An indirect message?”

Fuchi hums, nodding his head as he does so, “Yes, something to that effect… Do you know the meaning behind Sumires?” He asks, gaze flickering briefly to yours before returning to the flower in your hands.

You give a non-commital shrug. “No, is it romantic?”

Fuchi bites his lip. “Not exactly…its meaning is conditional on the intentions of the giver. But this flower specifically has three different meanings.”

Your eyes meet for a moment, before he averts his own. Hands busying themselves with grabbing more of the flowers to put in his basket, despite it already overflowing with flora.

“Hanakotoba is the language of the flowers— and Sumire means sincerity, bliss and—“ Fuchi stops.

There’s an abrupt pause.

He turns back to look at you, brows furrowed.

“The third interpretation is less consistent, it has different meanings, all of which have no consistent source.” You watch as Fuchi places the lid on top of the basket. Wearing it on his back, he doesn’t bother to spare you a glance as he starts walking off.

“It’s almost sunrise, we need to get back before everyone wakes up.” He says, voice flat.

He curses silently to himself, all that wasted effort for nothing. Such a poor excuse, even you seem to be unconvinced by it—

“Hey!” You catch up to Fuchi easily, stopping him from moving forward as you grab a hold of his basket.

“Since when did you ever give incomplete information?” You ask.

Even as he faces away from you, the irritation in your voice is hard to miss.

He’s not escaping this is easily, is he?

“You… you were going to say something else weren’t you?” You mutter, letting go of your hold on him. The sun’s light reaches his feet.

It feels impractical that he’s dragged you all the way here just to run away with his tail behind his legs when you start noticing his weird behaviour.

—Well, to be fair, he really did need the herbs. It just so happens that your face keeps re-appearing in his head every time he does his work.

Love, like—It’s such a weird emotion. Similar to fevers in the way it seems to elicit unpleasant bodily reactions unprompted whenever their source of attraction is near.

It reminds Fuchi of how animal like humans are, it reminds him of how human-like you make him feel.

Your words stops him from his motions, but Fuchi doesn’t face you just yet. He swallows, preparing himself to, as he turns around rigidly, it looks weird for him— like he was just caught doing something bad and doesn’t know what to do.

“Yes… you’re right. It’s not complete because…” he looks away from you.

You cross your arms.

“Because I omitted it…”

You blink at him, confused.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean? Why would you omit that?” You tilt your head.

Fuchi points towards the clearing’s exit.

“Can I leave now? I have a body to collect at the execution grounds this morning.”

You scoff, grabbing at his sleeve as he tries to turn away.

“No, no—you’re not doing that.” You give a small tug, pulling him back into place.

“You wake me up in the middle of the night— drag me all the way here— you act weird and pissy— and now you want to leave?”

The corner of your lips tugs—not quite a smile nor a frown— but something a bit more menacing.

You shake your head, “I don’t think so.”

Fuchi sweats, of course you wouldn’t just let this go easily.

He lets out a long exhale. “Fine. There’s a third meaning.”

He pauses. Again.

Silence overtakes the two of you, as you wait for him to continue.

He doesn't, instead, his gaze drifts off to the side. You can spot a bead of sweat rolling down his neck.

You give him a quizzical look, “and?”

Fuchi shrugs, not looking at you “The third meaning is irrelevant to its value.” He parrots, repeating it like a fact rather than an actual answer.

You feel your vein throb at his admission “You’re being a pain in the ass, just tell me what it means!”

He finally looks at you, brows still drawn taught. Like he’s being asked to apologise for something he didn’t do.

“It means small love,” he says. Grip on the basket’s handle tightening.

You hum, shoulders slackening, loosening their earlier edge.

“…And, you just happened to leave that part out?”

“That’s what omitted means, yes.” He states, gaze drifting everywhere else but you.

You pause for a second, Fuchi can practically see the cogs turning in your head. Each passing second stretches longer than it should, it feels as if he’s being punished.

He’d rather face the scrutiny of the old geezers at the execution grounds than to see your eyes dilate at the realisation—

of the implications of his earlier actions.

A wide grin appears on your face.

“Ha. Funny… you don’t usually omit information unless it’s important.” You press a hand to your chin, feigning thoughtfulness. Staring at him like you’re going to eat him alive.

Some small part of him thinks you might.

He pushes the thoughts of fear away, pushing himself to move forward.

“It’s because it’s less important…” he says, voice small, you almost didn’t catch it.

“It’s a cheap flower. Found practically everywhere around Edo.”

Your expression falters, losing its teasing edge, splitting into a slight frown.

Fuchi straightens, like he’s trying to stand by it now that he’s said it.

“It’s efficient, accessible—with no significance in it’s rarity.”

You stare at him unimpressed, “And yet you went out of your way to explain its meaning extensively.”

“That was for clarity,”

You take a step closer.

“What’s the third meaning for Sumire again?”

Fuchi stills.

“Small… love?”

You smile, small but knowing, “Being common doesn’t make it any less meaningful,”

Fuchi doesn’t say anything to that, instead his gaze remains lowered.

Your expression softens.

“Then why give it to me?” You ask, lifting the flower up as you look between fuchi and the sumire he gave you earlier.

Fuchi doesn’t give you an answer. Instead he looks away, you have a feeling you aren’t going to get anywhere in trying to extract that information from him.

So instead, you outstretch the flower to him.

Fuchi’s eyes widen— just slightly.

“The meaning of the flower depends on the giver right? If I give this to you now, will you understand what I mean?”

Fuchi doesn’t take it.

For a moment he just stares, a brief pause hangs between the two of you— the chirping of birds and the overhanging light of the sun slowly creeping up on the both of you.

You worry you might have overstepped your boundaries.

But the words seem to settle soon after.

It takes a bit of time to register in his head.

The implications of your actions— the reciprocation of his failed attempt.

His chest feels warm. His heartbeat rises— For a moment, Fuchi considers the possibility of an infection.

An abnormal physiological reaction—elevated heart and respiratory rate, increased body temperature.

He wonders if you were the cause of such afflictions.

“It would be an impractical application. The meaning is determined by the—“ he stops again, for once— as uncharacteristic as it was, logic fails him.

And you don’t pull your hand back.

“If I give it to you,” you repeat, softer this time, “will you understand?”

Fuchi’s gaze shifts from the flower to you.

“…Yes,” he admits quietly. You’ve gotten him cornered.

You tilt your head to the side, smile tender, “Yeah?”

You inch closer, just close enough to hold his hands in your own, easing the tension of his fingers as you unravel them slowly— and he lets you.

You place the flower into his hands.

“Good,” you say, pleased. “Then, you should know what this means.”

Fuchi’s hold on the flower’s stem tightens, careful— being cautious as to not let it slip from his hands.

“You shouldn’t rely on ambiguity, it will only confuse you,” he says, but there’s no real argument behind it now, as his eyes soften on the delicate flower in his hands. One you’ve entrusted to him.

“I don’t have to worry,” you reply, “I know my partner is smart enough to understand…”

Fuchi snorts, a tender smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s a risky assumption,” he quips, but he doesn’t sound like he disagrees all that much.

“It seems as if, in this instance… your confidence wasn’t misplaced,”

His eyes finally meet yours, quite certainty swimming in his brown eyes.

» He's pretty affectionate. Tenza doesn't mind public displays of affection, and neither does pet names. In fact, he probably has one reserved just for you.

» Tenza is the type of man who remembers everything that's important to you. From things you said you would like to do or try one day, to dates and places. He'll probably be the first to congratulate you on your birthday and he'll take you to that place you have been wanting to visit for so long. He's a good planner and all his plans are a guaranteed success!

» In domestic life, Tenza is concerned and attentive. He doesn't know how to cook or do laundry, but he won't wait for you to do it for him. He will be happy to learn from you and you'll have a great time considering he's afraid of setting fire to the kitchen.

» Definitely his favorite time of the day is at night, after you cook dinner together, when you're lying on the couch or in bed. He'll be under you, gently stroking your hair. His body is the best place to rest after a long day, you can hide your head in his chest and cling to him while listening to his heartbeat.

» He likes quick kisses. Holds your face carefully and place one kiss after another on your mouth until he feels you smile because he has touched your belly to tickle you.

➛ Yamada Asaemon Shion

» Definitely husband material, no one can say otherwise. Shion is a determined and passionate lover under a calm facade. He's quite overprotective of you, he's the kind of man who would get behind you on the escalator when you're wearing a skirt, the kind of man who walks along the side of the road on a narrow sidewalk, the kind of man who asks you how you got home although he was the one who brought you in first place.

» He's mature and stable, and aware that everyone needs their own space. He'll respect your limits just as you must respect his. He's pretty concerned, if there's a problem in the relationship, he won't mind talking about it calmly.

» He will find a lot of comfort in someone who will laugh at his bad jokes and even go along with it when he tells one.

» Displays of affection don't bother him. He likes to take you by the hand and turn you around to draw you towards him and encircle your waist as you reach his lips. He's affectionate in private, he'll sleep better if he is hugging you, hiding his face in your neck; likes to share a blanket and do house chores together. He can be quite passionate about kissing. He has those that take your breath away and leave you with red cheeks and moist lips; those quick and small, of greeting or farewell; he has kisses for all occasions, light touches on your face, holding your jaw, caressing your neck to press you closer to him, going deeper.

» Shion is like another friend. You can count on him if you have any problems or dilemmas, and he won't tell your secrets to anyone. He's not the type to talk about you to his friends if they haven't asked first. They probably didn't even know he had a partner. He's quite reserved, but he loves it when you gossip about things you hear about and end his critique by saying "but who am I to judge?"

➛ Yamada Asaemon Fuchi

» Fuchi is a rational thinker by nature. He needs to find a logical meaning to all his decisions, including those that involve a relationship. Perhaps that's why he finds it difficult to find the romantic meaning of many things. He's not the type of man who notices when someone has feelings for him and probably needs to be told.

» His love language is quality time, definitely. There's nothing he loves more than having a good conversation with his significant other about anatomy, or biology. After years in which he was considered an odd person, he finds great comfort in having someone listen to him and all his theories about how the human body works. He's attracted to intelligent people and would love to ask you to do dissections together, but deep down he's still afraid you'll think he's a weirdo.

» In domestic life, Fuchi is quite busy. He likes to amuse himself by cleaning and ordering his library, where he keeps hundreds of books and manuscripts on medicine and other sciences. He's good at cooking and making desserts. He won't say it, but he loves to see your smile when you taste the result of his new recipe.

» His activities as an executioner don't make him insensitive. Fuchi has a very big heart and loves to help you with things that are difficult or bother you. He's also quite a direct person with what he thinks, so he won't hesitate to advise you when you need a second opinion. Your happiness is his happiness after all.

» He doesn't like public displays of affection. He prefers to reserve those moments for when you are alone at home. Kissing while he rests when he's writing a new manuscript is a small pleasure in life. He will take your hand before you leave, when you have left him a cup of tea, and he will look at you without saying anything, silently waiting for you to understand what he means and if you want it too then it's yours. He will gently grab your shoulder, crinkling the fabric of your clothing, and hold your jaw to place a kiss on your lips.

➛ Gabimaru

» Touch starved, but won't tell. He loves displays of affection and cuddles, and you can always see a cute blush on his face even from a simple kiss. Gabimaru is quite clumsy and sweet when it comes to relationships.

» He'd like to help you with the housework, but he's a mess. He'll probably burn down the kitchen and mix the coloreds with the whites in the wash; his ninja abilities are apparently not useful for everyday things like that, and you don't mind doing them yourself. Though he silently feels guilty for not helping.

» Gabimaru is not the jealous type, but he's quite insecure with the guys who approach you. He has seen the worst of society and of the human being and, therefore, his greatest fear is that something bad will happen to you, or that someone will hurt you. For that reason, he often gets defensive when someone gives him bad vibes.

» When he's had a good day, he sleeps a lot. He can spend twelve hours straight in bed, snoring loudly. His spirit animal is a cat, definitely. He will sometimes cling to you in his sleep, probably hiding in your chest or gently resting his cheek on your shoulder, because he feels safe that way. He doesn't wake up easily, but the first thing he'll do when he wakes up is look for you. If you're not there, he'll most likely jump up and call to make sure you're around.

» He's the type of guy who asks you for a goodbye kiss, only to spend five or ten minutes in your arms, kissing you gently, alternating with small kisses on the forehead while he holds you by the waist. Gabimaru is quite respectful when it comes to touching and will only touch to get closer when you two kiss. He respects holding your hand and is embarrassed by displays of affection in public

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Not the most affectionate outwardly. Fuchi has a hard time articulating his feelings towards you during the initial stages of your relationship. You would have to take a lot of initiatives when it comes to skinship.

One of the ways he would show affection is through acts of service. He’s used to taking care of others, he’s spent most of his life treating and caring for each of the Asaemons through their ailments— and this applies to you as well. Although his care can come off more clinical at times. If you hadn’t known him, you’d think you’re more of a patient rather than his significant other. With the way he speaks— calm, neutral, and sometimes flat, it can be hard to gauge whether he’s tending to you out of professional habit or genuine affection. But this is only because he’s taking these matters seriously, especially if you have a chronic condition.

But he’s genuine with all of his efforts. He wouldn’t be doing this for just anyone. Fuchi’s dedicated most of his time pursuing feats in advancing his medical knowledge, so the fact that he’s taken the time out of his day to visit and check on you is proof enough that you’ve become far more important to him than he’d care to admit.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Friendship w/ Fuchi would start out quite rocky, he's not exactly the warmest when it comes to first meetings. His flat and usually matter-of-fact tone can come across as cold and uninterested. He's so used to people talking down on his work that he no longer bothers trying to earn anyone's approval regarding his achievements, he lets the outcome speak for itself.

Once the initial stages of awkwardness and getting used to each other's presence passes— Fuchi slowly becomes more open to talk, and gradually, he starts to share tidbits of information regarding his interests. Once he starts talking he just keeps going, sometimes talking over others as he speaks (it's not because he has no interest in what you have to say, it's just that he has so much he wants to talk about t-t).

He likes teasing his friends, and will not pass up a chance to do so at the slightest opening, nicknames are also a customary. You also get free medicine when your sick so— win, win.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Have you ever tried cuddling your pet when it doesn't want to be laid down— that's him. He'll usually tell you straightforwardly when he doesn't want to (which is majority of the time, unfortunately), but will acquiesce when pestered, or if you catch him finishing up w/ his work.

I imagine the first time he agrees to cuddle you he's a bit rigid, it's like hugging a board, he'll relax within time— just don't laugh, or else he won't say yes the next time you ask him to do this again. I feel like at first, he'd want to try and be the big spoon, but can be conditioned into defaulting to being the little spoon.

What? Why are you looking at him like that? You asked for cuddles right? So cuddle him. Yes— you need to be the one hugging him, he gets cold easily, it's only natural. C'mon now, he has work to do after this.

He doesn't move much in his sleep, so you don't have to worry about him suddenly smacking or uppercutting your face in your sleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Decent at cooking and cleaning, although his workspace is a bit of a mess (he knows where everything is like the bone structure for the palm of his hand). He's too preoccupied with his studies to consider being in a relationship, it's not that he hasn't thought about it— it's just the least of his priorities.

If he ever finds himself liking someone romantically— he chalks it up to him simply liking their company or that they're useful to his work— nevermind that you occupy his thoughts whenever he's not busy with his work, or how he seems to expect your company whenever someone knocks on his door — and how he so easily disappointed when anyone else shows up that isn't you. He buries himself in his work, trying to get rid of the static buzz in his mind. You're like a parasite that refuses to leave his head, he wouldn't tell you this outright, but the way you plague his thoughts is like a disease that has no cure.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He cannot tolerate anyone badmouthing or disrespecting the Yamada clan or his work, and unfortunately, the townspeople have much to say about both. If you were an ordinary civilian, you would likely bear the brunt of these terrible rumours, simply because you’re the closest target.

Like Shugen, he wouldn’t hesitate to break things off if the pressure became too much for you. Not out of genuine disregard for your feelings, but because in his mind, it’s only logical to remove the source of all your suffering— which is him. He would convince himself that letting you go is the best choice, even if it’s the last thing either of you truly want.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’d probably wait for when you’re ready, he’s the least eager out of all of the Asaemons to get married early. It will come naturally, although considering where is right now in his studies— he’d prefer not to have it too early. Give or take 1-3 years, depending on how your relationship’s going.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Fuchi is not particularly adept at dealing w/ these newfound feelings, he’d most likely look to textbooks for advice— and at his worst, he’d probably go to Eizen or Shugen for advice— which would only earn him the surprised faces of his seniors (Eizen is definitely holding back laughter, and Shu is still awestruck by the news). For the first time in a long time, Fuchi would feel lost— he’d spend far too much time ruminating over it whilst working, and would get frustrated that he’s not working as efficiently as he could be because of it. You’d have to sit him down, and talk him through his feelings before he could properly address them himself, he has a lot of questions on his mind, and only you have the answers to them— I feel like due to the era that they belong to, he’d also feel as if he needed to be the one ‘leading’ the relationship in some aspects, although unlike the others, he’s not opposed to hearing your thoughts behind the matter, and would gladly discuss these these things w/ you rather than make decisions on your behalf. Relationships are a shared struggle, and Fuchi’s always so used to doing things on his own— you’d have to talk him through the fact that he’s allowed to be cared for too.

He's also quite perceptive about your emotions, he can sense when something is wrong and will ask you about it when you're alone. He's not a mind reader though, so you have to tell him when he does something that upsets you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Doesn’t think much of it— if anything, he’d prefer to keep his distance. He’s been hugged and (worse) kissed by tearful family members for treating their loved ones, he’s grown quite detached to those sort of sentiments— although it’s only when the affection comes from you that it starts to feel different.

He wouldn’t turn into a blushing mess, he just doesn’t know how to react at first, his expression might even look a little… disgusted, but really, it’s just him feeling awkward about it. The warm feeling becomes easier to manage over time, and he gradually gets accustomed to the contact, and in private moments, he might even initiate the action himself. Resting his head on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

You feel a familiar warmth encase you from behind. Strands of blond hair brush against your face. You call out his name— confused, patting his head as you lean back into his touch instinctively. You feel him bury his face even closer to the slope of your neck, just where the dip of your elbow meets your neck. You let out a small laugh at the sudden display of affection.

Moments like this are uncommon, with how much of a busybody Fuchi is, but that’s what makes them all the more memorable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Very long. Maybe even never, it's not something he feels comfortable stating so plainly, it would take years of getting used to your presence for him to even have the courage to utter the dreaded three letter word. But saying them and acting them out are two different things, he shows you how much he cares for you without stating the words for it directly. One day, he’ll build up the courage to say it to you, is what he thinks to himself as he sits with you by the engawa (although, it’s probably more closer than he thinks).

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's quite aware of how he's perceived, although he doesn't care much for the opinion of others— he does care a lot about what you think about him. He's not the tallest, nor is he the strongest in his clan. He has skills others do not possess, and he has attributes the other Asaemons greatly outmatch him at. He doesn't make a habit of feeling bad for himself, but when he sees you talking happily to the others, he sometimes wonder how much better you would look like with the other person rather than with him. It's a silly thought, you chose him— you're with him, so it shouldn't matter. The intrusive thoughts pass by him as fast it came as soon he sees you approaching him once more, your warm smile shining brighter than the sun itself.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes being kissed on the cheek, though he’ll never tell you this outright. The trick to finding out which actions affect him the most is by paying attention to his ears. His blush doesn’t always show through his cheeks, instead they usually show through his ears, it’s why he keeps his hair long enough to cover it. Try tucking his hair back and kiss the outer lobe just where his hair is tucked in nicely, you might get surprised by how red they turn.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Suprisingly good with kids, although his energy often wards them away, he's not against their company entirely. He's not overly warm nor bright around them, more like, professional but still a touch gentle when treating them. They're not his preffered patients but he can't really pick and choose which clients he gets throughout the day.

There's a lot of young students in the dojo, ages ranging from seven above— it's only natural one of them gets injured every once in a while, he's grown used to treating them, as well as making short and small conversations with them during the process.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He hardly sleeps on the regular, so if he's awake when you get up from sleep— just assume he hasn't slept the night before. It's either that or he sleeps in until mid-afternoon on his days-off, only to repeat the same cycle again. He tells you he can function without sleep— and then you find him nodding off under a tree during his breaks. He’s usually away from early morning till late afternoon, if he has work in the morgue you probably won’t be seeing him throughout the entire day unless you actively seek him out— he’s not opposed to having your company there either. On his days off mornings are non-existent, he will be sleeping in.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He doesn't sleep.

Jk, he does, just when it's about sunrise. He can function without sleep for two days, and will pass out as soon as he hits the futon on his day-off. It's unhealthy, he knows, but it’s a routine he’s built up for the last few years. He doesn’t move much in his sleep, so even if you do end up sleeping in one futon, he’ll stay exactly as is from when you first fell asleep. He also snores a little in his sleep. Most nights w/ him is spent waiting for him to grow tired and go to bed lol.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Slowly, like water-drops through a dropper, he slides information in gradual amounts, sometimes he'll ramble endlessly about memories of his childhood, sometime you'll only receive clipped versions of them. It depends largely on his mood and energy.

He’s not trying to hide it deliberately, he just doesn’t think it’s interesting nor would it fascinate you in anyway. You’d have to show interest in it first for him to start talking about it extensively.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Quite patient. He hardly ever gets angry or even raises his voice; disappointment and annoyance is more of his constant feelings in regard to feeling displeasure w/ others. Anger requires energy, all of which he doesn't have enough of throughout the day.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

For as much as he yaps, he’s also an attentive listener. He remembers any passing thought you might've blurted out, things even you yourself don’t remember saying.

You can tell him to remind you to do something later, or to wake you up at certain time, and he will.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One of his favourite moments with you is when you’re both talking during the day, time becomes a passing thought as the light shade of blue turns dark, and he forgets he was planning to finish the book he was reading the other day, he tells you about this— and he ends up discussing the contents with you; the night turns into hushed laughter as the two of you exhaust yourselves into an early sleep.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Despite his size he’s surprisingly strong, probably not as strong as Genji or Shugen— but considering his job (I assume carrying bodies away from the execution grounds, training and head chopping), it wouldn’t be hard to imagine otherwise.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

If you have the same interest in anatomy and anything medicine related— he’ll gift you some medical books regarding your field of study. If you’re pursuing another study— irregardless if it’s connected to the medicinal field, he’ll help you acquire more textbooks or scrolls for it. Sometimes travelling is needed for his line of work, whenever he has free time he likes to look around the town’s shops nearby, trying to parse through books and scrolls or textbooks for not just his— but also your field of study. He’ll put great effort into helping you procure whatever items you might need as well. For as much time and attention you’ve placed into listening to him talk extensively about his work and interests— he’ll gladly reciprocate by showing you how much he cares about yours as well.

Aside from books and materials, medicine and sometimes even flowers are gifts he might give you. If you tell him your favourite flower— or he notices you tend to hover and stare at a particular flower in the clearings or shops, he’ll gift them to you. He’s not loaded w/ money, but he’ll make sure he’s never empty handed when it comes to special occasions. He kind of sucks at planning though, dates usually slip past him when he’s stuck inside his workspace, you’d have to tell him in advance sometimes that your anniversary or your birthday (sometimes even his) is next week, he’ll remember it— so long as you don’t leave him to overcook in the morgue.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Has a bad habit of talking over you during conversations, he doesn’t notice it until you bring it up to him.

Messy when it comes to secrets, and cannot be trusted w/ them. (Might be a reach) I imagine he’s also invested in gossip— he won’t look for it actively, nor be an instigator for some newfound rumours in the dojo— but you just know his ears are wide open for anything interesting.

Would prefer not to have you touch anything in his workspace, as soon as you move one thing out of place he’ll be annoyed and berate you about ‘moving things out of order’.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

No. Have you seen his outfit score? His entire getup is built on practicality and ease of movement. Doesn’t even wear a full apron when fiddling with corpses, this guy does not care if anyone sees him soaked in blood.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's rather independent. He will survive with you, or without you, and he expects you to be the same.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Can draw anatomy from memory pretty well. Not good at drawing people’s faces specifically, but is good at drawing bones and organs in a very textbook like illustrative manner.

Has built up the habit of visiting and praying to Shrines whenever he comes across one— mainly influenced by Sir Eizen and Senta.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who’s clearly disinterested in his pursuits and talks down on it.

He also can’t be with someone who views the Asaemons in a negative light, he’s just as duty bound as his other fellow Yamada members.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps like a dead victorian child (haha). Whatever position he ends up in bed, you’d usually find him lying down like that when you wake up again. He probably gets around 6-4 hours of sleep, and maybe 10 or 12 hours on his days off. Although sleep probably becomes a second priority once he locks in whilst working.

There are days where he wakes up really early to collect bodies from the execution grounds. Sometimes Genji and Shugen come to help, but whenever they’re not available, he has to wake up extra early (and sometimes, without sleep) to carry the body back to his workspace, he’d be very pleased if you offered to help, but would understand if you didn’t want to, it’s not like he would ask this of you in the first place.

After a long day of both his studies and training, as soon as he comes home— he’ll plop himself onto the futon as soon as he can. Letting sleep overtake him. He sleeps like a rock too, you have to SHAKE him awake, even then, there’s a big chance he’ll go back to sleep if you’re not persistent enough.

The worst you’ve seen him was when he was passed out whilst eating— chopsticks in hand, face planted on the table. Poor lil meow meow.