#yes them

at first, it had been completely one sided. one sided, yet open. despite everything, giyuu had his arms stretched out wide, leaving room for obanai and the years they would spend together in the time in front of them. when he confessed, he spoke so casually, it could’ve passed off as idle conversation. really, it took obanai several moments to process the words. he wouldn’t believe it. yet, when made to repeat, giyuu echoed himself with his usual nonchalance, turning to gaze at him expectantly.

obanai had remained in disbelief for a couple weeks after that. luckily, he wasn’t made to respond until the following hashira meeting. he had weeks to mull it over. weeks to confuse himself, wonder what the hell had he done to make tomioka giyuu like him. of course, his time alone only lasted so long.

contrary to the usual, giyuu made an effort to somewhat immerse himself into the conversations of the other hashira. possibly, he was only trying to make sure obanai wouldn’t run away. and he didn’t. then, he would’ve added ‘unfortunately.’ but if he was asked later, drowning in giyuu’s affection, he would’ve said, wholeheartedly, that he was glad. glad that giyuu had pulled him aside, initiating a domino effect on the hashira and slapping confusion all over them. yes, he was glad. he was grateful for giyuu to have kept up his insistence that he liked him, never letting obanai turn it down—in less of rejection and more of his unwillingness to allow it. he wouldn’t trade the months of forming feelings that ran deeper than shallow hatred towards giyuu for anything. at the time, of course, it had felt like hell. he had ended up hovering around giyuu more often, trying to figure himself out. he had dunked himself into a river of uncertainty, diving into the deep end in hopes of finding something worth keeping. in the end, he had come back up with what he already had. and he had taken it home, finally embracing it all. embracing giyuu.

it was hard to say what had truly charmed obanai, though. if asked what he loved about giyuu now, he would be able to rant for hours and never overlap anything. he could list thousands of separate things about giyuu that had him keeling over, tumbling through the avalanches of adoration. even so, he might never know exactly what had let the first drop of water sink into the dirt. he only knew that the steady stream that followed was filled of giyuu’s absolute divinity, his every compliment, every word, every look, even the rare smiles. allowing a tree to bloom, strong and full. and then, finally, the first, real, “i love you,” that was whispered through a sheet of rain. so soft, so tender, and so, so sincere. it was quick, barely there, and had giyuu darting away, excusing himself as he sheathed his katana. yet it worked to put flowers in bloom, dotting the lonely branches with pure, small, beautiful blossoms. obanai was completely and utterly helpless under this man.

despite so, he was reluctant to return the, what he convinced himself were, pleasantries. it only seemed to encourage giyuu to emphasize his point. he would repeat himself, becoming an endless source of ‘i love you’s’ over and over and over. until obanai caved, letting himself be swept up from under him and carried away by the currents. mumbling, shyly, his response. to giyuu’s first remark.

months ago, more than half a year ago, giyuu had made a nook in obanai’s head and settled comfortably. becoming a constant in his thoughts, the most regular passenger in a train of muddled emotions. with three small words, he’d confirmed a permanent place in obanai’s life. now, with four other words that felt overwhelming, large and heavy on his tongue but so right, obanai answered the unspoken question. letting himself speak as best he could how he felt, posture sinking in relief as the gentle, beautiful, “i love you, giyuu,” made their way into the air.

mutual love was what it was. what it would stay as. a messy tapestry of missing threads and imperfection that contained their relationship, weaving colors of arguments and apologies and late nights and chaste kisses. a complete masterpiece that was constantly building, lengthening as time drew on.

What is my life !

"two of them are an established couple and the third has to deal with just being their friend but is content with it despite being in denial about their feelings, meanwhile the main couple are trying to tell the third indirectly that they've also been in love with them since they were kids and now want all three of them to be official"