Fem!reader x Rengoku

A normal day spent in the afterlife together

Imagine (Modern AU)

When you are sad and tired, but he's always there for you, he would give you a hug and let you cry if you feel like crying, he would cheer you, making or ordering your favorite food, cuddling you and doing stuff you both enjoy like watching movies, shows and making desserts, he would also ask you if you want to walk in a park and get some fresh air. But if you want to be alone, he will leave you for a moment and come back to you again, he will give you space but he wanted to make sure that you know he's always there for you and wanted to make you happy again :')

The next day whether you feel better or still sad you both go outside as he insists and he will bring you to the mall to go shopping and spoils you <3 and you both will eat at your favorite restaurant or try a new restaurant :)

- Vyn Richter, Marius Von Hagen, Artem Wing, Luke Pearce, Ayato Kamisato, Kaveh, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Shoto Todoroki, Rengoku, Obanai, Megumi (And other CHARACTERS you like)

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We were there. It was just us. As always, it was just us. Before you can reach the granite-surfaced azotea, you ought to climb a narrow cedar ladder mounted on the wall first. It seemed like a restriction and a turn-off to most. That was why they didn't bother to seek the refuge of that roof. Rengoku said that people are just like that. They back down whenever the path doesn't look so pretty.

Rengoku didn't mind whenever I accompanied him on the roof, just seated there in an Indian manner. He simply read and read as he listened to me talk. From time to time, he would give commentary after my long burst of emotions.

I know it was improper. I know it was a big inconvenience if we ever got caught. Considering there was no companion or chaperone. But there was no need for a chap for there was nothing. I didn't even know what he thought of me. He never even invited me to that roof. Every time, I was the one who would emerge there abruptly while he was drowsily comprehending a text there, leaning back on the stovepipe.

It felt so good listening to him talk. But it hurt whenever his voice would utter her. He spoke in a carefree manner about her. She wasn't even a demon hunter. In my opinion, a man should pick a lady who is the same as he does.

I know for a fact that Kyojuro Rengoku was a poet. So one nautical twilight, while my finger circled the grains of granite, I talked beside him with words having innuendo behind.

"Should you care what society thinks when you want someone?" I casually asked while he was reading a book.

"I think you shouldn't." His aloof reply.

"And is distance necessary if you love someone?" I slipped gradually. There was at present an aura of coldness in him.

"I think, Y/N, you have a shallow definition of love." I was so frustrated that he seemed not to get it or seemed to intend not to.

"What do you think of me?" I was desperate. I didn't care now what the other ladies would think. I didn't care now whether my roots disown me. However, he grinned at me understandingly.