gabimaru

he is an extremely loyal partner and won’t even consider entertaining anyone who tries to flirt with him or convince him to leave you. he even goes as far as repeatedly referring to himself as ‘a taken man’ just to drive the point home as much as possible

more of a listener than a talker and is more than happy to sit down and listen to you vent and gush and rant about whatever is on your mind — in fact it’s his favourite way to relax after a long day of being ‘the hollow’ (or of working in general after he gets home and gets pardoned)

doesn’t use pet names for the most part, but will very occasionally call you something like ‘sweetheart’ if he’s in an exceptionally sentimental mood for whatever reason — e.g. when he was finally able to get home to you as a free man after weeks spent apart

you’re the only one who can genuinely make him smile or laugh and he adores you for it — it’s why he’s so protective over you, because you’re the light of his life and he can’t bear the thought of losing you

he’s a very chaste kisser and while he won’t do it himself, he will usually indulge you if you happen to be a lip chaser — just not (for long) when he actually has to be somewhere very soon

if there are any chores around the house that you just cannot stand for whatever reason, gabimaru will pick them in a heartbeat — and you don’t even have to tell him that you hate taking out the bins or doing the washing up, he’s perceptive enough to notice on his own and he’ll do them for you without a word

sagiri

her favourite place to kiss you is your hands — your palms, your fingertips, your knuckles, your wrists, etc. — and she tends to stick to pretty brief and chaste kisses both in public and in private (she has an image and a reputation to uphold, after all)

sagiri tends to stick to more traditional pet names when talking to you in private — like ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘dear’, ‘my love’, and so on — but when around others she usually just calls you your first name

very encouraging and supportive of you as she knows what it’s like to pursue a lifestyle that those around you don’t think you’re suited to — and even when she can’t physically be by your side in the moment she makes it abundantly clear before and after just how immensely proud she is of you

she has a very traditional approach to courting and dating you, which involves taking things very slowly compared to how others her age might do things — so unless you want to wait a few months for your first kiss, you’ll need to be the one to initiate (which will catch her off guard and fluster her, but she’ll appreciate and enjoy nonetheless)

she will occasionally try her hand at joking around and making puns in order to get you to laugh — and while she’s not as naturally humorous as shion is, she’s still pretty good at it

sagiri is probably one of the best people to go to when you’re feeling upset or low for whatever reason as she excels at offering assurance, comfort, and even advice sometimes — and as her lover she’s never going to turn you away if you come to her for anything like that

shion

loves to make you laugh and will take any and every chance to joke around with you — sometimes about his blindness, and occasionally about things unrelated to it (though the jokes themselves are equally corny in that same endearing sort of way)

trusts you immensely and doesn’t get jealous, but can tell when you’re starting to feel threatened and uncomfortable and will step in to remove you from a situation without hesitation if he needs to

after returning home from the island, he will occasionally enlist nurugai’s help in choosing and preparing gifts from you — using her as his eyes to help pick the most brightly coloured flowers or the clothes with the nicest pattern (situations where he knows roughly what he’s looking for but could use a bit of extra help just to make sure he gets the perfect thing for you)

touches your face and hands a lot to the point where it’s more of a habit than a conscious thing he does — it started out as him just casually learning and memorising your features and just being affectionate but after the ordeal he faced on the island he finds himself reaching for you more often than not

he talked about you a lot to others in the expedition party (after the ordeal with the tensen when he felt he could trust them, that is) and his loyalty towards and fondness for you was something that he and gabimaru bonded over (in their own way)

loyal to a fault and would throw himself onto his own blade before he let you get hurt on his watch

yuzuriha

she never stops flirting with you no matter how long you two have been together — in fact she seems to get better and better at pushing your buttons and flustering you with each week that goes by. she also flirted with you a lot before you were an item, but back then it was difficult to tell whether or not she was being genuine because of her history…

self care dates are an absolute must, especially when she comes back from that island or when she’s been out all day working and has overused her technique to the point where she feels all exhausted and gross — in other words, she loves it when you pamper her and she enjoys being able to do the same to you

you are the only person she’d put her life on the line to protect — as well as someone she is absolutely terrified of losing (even if she usually plays it off or pretends that she doesn’t have this fear at all when pressed by others)

whenever you’re injured or sick, yuzuriha becomes both very doting and very stern about your recovery — or, rather, stern by her usual standards. she’ll still keep you entertained and in a good mood, but she’s also not going to let you get away with not taking your medicine or missing a checkup because she absolutely refuses to take any chances with you or your health

she doesn’t talk openly about her family, but she has stated a few times (in quiet, solemn, private moments) that she believes her sister would have loved you

The high-pitched screech that bounced off the walls was a sound one would typically associate with tea at it's boiling point or maybe a hotpot screaming to be eaten. One thing that certainly would not have come to mind was a running faucet—specifically one that ran water so hot that it made even the durable metal cry out in pain.

The incessant shrieking, as annoying as it was, didn't faze the girl who sat before the sink. It was as if the noise was never there...which actually wouldn't be that far off from the truth.

In reality, she couldn't hear a thing aside from the same bloodcurdling screams.

Her hands worked as if they were trying to create a fire. They slide together at blinding speed, rubbing against one another so hard that a few more minutes of it would surely cause a tear in the skin of her palms.

Part of her wished that would actually happen.

A knock on the door sounds followed by the mellow hum of her friend's voice as he called from the other side, "Y/n. Are you still in there? It's me."

Heavy silence replaces her much needed answer, and if it weren't for the faint sound of running water, he would've been none the wiser in assuming she wasn't in there. Since that wasn't the case, however, he had no other choice but to try again.

"Y/n," He calls only for the same result. He then tries a third time, "Y/n!"

Silence. He sighs. Guess he has no other choice.

"Forgive the intrusion," With that gentle request serving as a small warning, he takes his time to twist the knob, giving her more than enough time to make herself presentable if need be as he swung the door open at a turtle's pace and peered inside.

As he suspected, she was standing at the sink, her back facing the door and preventing him from seeing what she was doing—not that he needed to. The steam, the running water, the uncomfortable sound of her hands sloshing together and sounding like two blades clashing...it all gave him an inkling of what was happening.

But how long has she been doing this for? He was almost to scared to ask. Almost.

"You've been in here for a while now," He said, and unlike his usual tone, his voice was dipped in uncharacteristic gentleness and sounded rather withheld. It was as if he was being held at swordpoint, and even then, it was surprising to hear him sound that way.

Maybe if she was paying attention she would've heard it and teased him about it. Possibly cracked a joke or two about him finally growing soft enough to warm up to her after all these years.

But instead he received silence and that scared him more than any enemy he's has faced in his lifetime.

"Hey," He called out again, but this time more sternly. He also didn't give her nearly as much time to answer. Not that she likely would.

"You can stop now. I doubt your hands are that dirty.." He's slow with his steps, closing the distance bit by bit, "Hell, by now, your hands are probably cleaner than mine."

She doesn't move, flinch, or do anything that would acknowledge that his words had reached her. It was as if she was in a trance, put under a spell of some kind or was a victim to some hypnotism caused by unknown means.

In a sense, what was happening right now was kinda like that.

In the matter of a minute or so, he's close enough to reach out for her delicate wrist. He does just that, but not too long after he snatches his hand away. He then paused, looking at his hand before looking back up at her with horrid shock gleaming off his hues.

This water was hot. Really hot. Hotter than any water boiled for food or tea.. He's surprised that the droplets don't just evaporate as soon as they leave the faucet.

"You don't feel that?" He leans in, getting closer to her face as his brows furrow, "Does that not hurt?"

He already knew the answer—of course it did—but the fact that she wouldn't answer him struck a nerve and in the end he finds himself grabbing her roughly by the wrist and snatching her away from that molten lava altogether.

He shuts off the water quickly after that, putting the annoying whistling it produced to an abrupt end. It seemed only then that the trance she was put under was broken and she was finally able to think and move for herself again.

As he lets go of her wrist, she finds herself opening her palms and staring down at them. She stares for a long while. Just opening and closing her palms repeatedly and rubbing her fingertips together, as if she was examining a foreign object.

The skin of her palms looked as if she had ran them across a rough surface for an hour; puffy with an angry hue of red to them.

They were a deep shade, just like... She clenches her teeth. He's quick to notice.

"If this is about the other day.." He began, his words dying in his throat as he watched as she flinched away at his very words.

He knew this would happen in the end. He tried to warn them all but nobody wanted to listen to reason. They sent this fragile glasswork into that cage of knives and sharp fangs without a care in the world and left him with the job of mending anything that was broken back together.

It truly irked him. More than something like this usually would.

"If... If you were in my shoes yesterday.." She began slowly and quietly, and despite her voice sounding like a mouse's squeak and a part of his blood boiling at the sound of it, he bit his tongue and held back his snapping comment.

Right now was not the time to be reckless. Too hard of a hit—or any pressure at all really—would cause his dear friend to shatter into a million pieces and he can't have that. How would he be able to fix her up in that condition?

"If you were me last night, if... If you had your weapon to that person's throat. ...If they begged you through their sobs and reduced to a blubbering mess...going on and on about how they needed to live.." She pauses, whether that was because she noticed how her voice grew more and more unsteady with every word she spoke or the fact that her hands had begun to tremble was unknown to even her. It seemed that at this point she was unsure of, well, everything.

And at that point, her friend saw no better of a time than to take a risk and speak his mind.

"If you plan to continue on to ask me if I would've still killed them than let me spare us both the time; I would in a heartbeat."

She laughs at him, her giggle sounding like a sick bird trying to sing. It should be comforting to here despite it's raspiness. After all, despite it not sounding exactly like her usual laughter, it's a miracle she's able to laugh at all. He should be sighing out of relief that she still seems to be gripping onto her sanity enough to find humor in such a dank situation.

But he couldn't, and all because of the simple fact that he had grown used to her sounding so full of life. It was truly a pity.

"I suppose that was a silly question of me to ask you of all people."

In all this time, he's noticed she hasn't looked up from her hands once. It was unnerving to see her like this, but there was nothing he could truly do about it. He could direct her attention elsewhere, sure, but that wouldn't stop the swarming of her thoughts or reduce her heightened awareness of what was once staining her hands and forearms. And, it surely wouldn't halt the constant loop of that incident from playing in her mind—that moment of her taking a life with her own hands, in a quite grotesque way at that.

Her mind was stained just like her skin and just like how she couldn't truly rid herself of the grimy feeling of blood sticking to her skin no matter how hard she scrubbed, he couldn't wipe her mind of what happened. They were both truly powerless.

But he had to do something. Now that they've gotten her foot out of the door, she has to walk through it. There's no backing out of this, she knew this when she went on that mission yesterday. There was no way but forward. He knew that better than anyone.

"Nevermind what happened, come on," He slides his hand up her arm, over her shoulder, and dips down to the upper part of her back where he gently pushes her in the direction of the door, all as he tells her, "You should get off your feet and actually rest. You'll need it for tomorrow.."

For the first time that night, she glances up at him. It was for a mere moment, but that quick second was all he needed. Her eyes..were like a starless sky; completely devoid of it's usually glimmer of life. It was as if he was staring at a solider who's spent the last decade at war.

Truly astounding how such a look was formed just after a single night.

Wordlessly, she allows him to push her in the direction of the door as if she weighed nothing. She walked slowly, and as she did she looked back down at her clean, reddened hands. Her eyes sinking even more as she does.

She finds herself wondering if the blood she felt would ever go away—if it were possible that her palms would be capable of ever being truly clean again—and that led her to softly murmur to the only one she could think of turning to; her companion and partner in crime, him.

"Does it.. Does this ever get better?" She asks to which she receives probably the heaviest sigh she's ever heard in her life. It tells her all she needs to know but does little to quell the turmoil in her heart. It has her questioning if she'll be able to handle the path forward. If she'll reach the end or go insane halfway through.

Whatever happens, she finds herself praying that she'll be able to walk this path hand in hand with someone who's treaded this gravel before.

..And it so happens that a person like that is leading her to her bedroom right now. How convenient.

That’s how you two officially meet and start to interact with each other

While you all find the perfect time to enact your plan on the Tensen I can see yall sparring together and having light conversation while taking breaks

Yay bonding! :D

You can tell Gabi has a hard time expressing his feelings with him repressing them

So you’re slow with how you express your own feelings when you realize you’re growing fond of him

Once you two ARE together I bet he asks you to marry him in a very cozy way if that makes sense

Like I don’t see him being super flashy or extravagant when asking

I think he’s straightforward, gently and almost shyly holds your hand before holding a ring out (idk why but I like the thought of it being a ring he crafted) and just quietly asks you to marry him

I just imagine him trying to be all nonchalant about it but his body language is nervous and he’s quiet cause he feels shy about it AH IDK WHY THIS SOUNDS SO CUTE

Yalls wedding is traditional cause of time period but I think small with whoever you both are closest with

Small. Cozy. Intimate. Perfect.

Since his whole motivation in what feels like everything is his wife and marriage I want he does everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and happy

He comes off as cold but he has the biggest soft spot for you

I can imagine him coming back with little things for you whenever he’s out doing work

Flowers you like or just a random item he thought you would like

I think what he would like and expect from the marriage is just you loving him unconditionally

Just seeing past the front he puts, being kind and expressing the love you have for him and your life together

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