Filled with Muichiro x Reader Stories ☁️
"It was the moment Muichiro realised that he didn't want to hold anyone else's hands but yours. Maybe it was the moment when he realised he loved you; maybe it was just the start. He really didn't know. All h...
Arguing over a strategy for your next mission ends rather surprisingly.
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Muichiro was always one to keep to himself, his sharp eyes fixed on the mission. Even in battle, his every move was calculated and made with precision. This was also reflected in him finding a strategy for this rather difficult mission the master sent you on.
Currently, both of you were situated inside a wisteria house, sitting across from each other on one of the beds, and trying to agree on a plan for your mission tonight. It was still daytime, but you had already wasted a lot of time. The warm sunlight painted the dull, white walls a soft yellow glow. Muichiro rubbed his temples, tired of your stubbornness and how stuck you both have been for the last thirty minutes. It felt like you had been going in circles, and his patience was starting to wear thin.
"Do you even understand what I'm saying? We have to agree on a strategy before the sun sets." The mist Hashira stared out the window as he awaited your answer, lazily watching the bright green leaves of the trees sway with each gentle gust of the pleasant breeze. When he noticed you weren't paying attention to him, he turned his head to silently glance at you. You had rested your head against your palm as you absent-mindedly picked on your uniform. A hand pressed onto your shoulder, warm fingertips digging into your skin, pulling you out of your storming mind. "Hm?", you hummed, eyebrows raising in confusion as you stared back at Muichiro's stoic expression.
"I said that your idea won't work . We have to agree on a strategy before the sun sets", he spoke once more as a small, irritated sigh left his lips.
"Oh, sorry.." ,you spoke carefully, taking a quick glance at his hand that was still resting on your shoulder blade. He slowly pulled his hand away as you spoke. "I just don't see your approach working out." His face rather remained a flawless, emotionless facade as he argued with you, eyes unmoving. Neither of you not sure what to do.
With an abrupt burst of adrenalin, you grabbed the next pillow and threw it at him. Muichiro's eyes widened for a second while he examined the white cushion he caught.
"What..why are you hitting me with a pillow?", he asked, irritated.
"Never heard of a pillow fight?" He shook his head.
"Hmm, think of it as training with our swords without hurting each other.", you explained.
In a split second, he launched a pillow at you, hitting you right in the face with such force that it knocked you flat on your back. Trying to process what just happened, you lay there for a few moments with the cushion still covering your face. The plush feathers that poked out, tickling the skin on your cheeks.
"I guess you could use every training you can get", he stated. You slightly moved the cushion from your frame to see him peering down at you, arms crossed over his chest. The Hashira's blue eyes as dull as ever.
"Excuse me?!" His blunt statement dealt you a significant blow with nothing but his words. Aiming the pillow back at him, you hurled it in his direction. To your dismay, he dodged it without any effort.
"We don't have time for this."
"Fine.. I have an idea how we can settle this", you explained, and he nodded his head, signaling you to continue.
"If you manage to beat me in a pillow fight, I'll agree on your strategy for this mission without any complaints or whining."
Muichiro's eyes glazed upward, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. He remained silent for a moment.
"I guess beating you in a fight would be faster than trying to reason with your thick skull." A strand of his midnight black hair fell down his shoulder as he tilted his head to the side slightly, his seemingly endless blue eyes smoothly connecting with your own gaze again.
You honestly hadn't anticipated such a response, but nevertheless, a smile adorned your face. It's the first time the mist pillar had put up with your antics. He never did. So this was quite a surprise to you.
Muichiro hesitated, his eyes not leaving you as you slowly picked up a pillow to your left.
"Not so confident now, hm?", you teased him as he narrowed his eyes. Before you could mock him any further, he swiped the pillow from your clutches and slapped you across the face with it.
"You're getting too comfortable with me, and I don't like it", he stated. And that's how the pillow war began.
You were breathing franticly, and according to the feathers swirling all around you, at least one of the pillows had lost its life in the war you had started. Now you were standing in front of the boy, his hands clenched around the last intact pillow that hadn't gotten lost under the bed or on the other side of the room. The mist pillar didn't even seem to have broken a sweat.
"Last chance to give up." His voice sounded serious, and his whole body was tensed, ready to attack you once more. The picture in front of you might have been threatening if it weren't for the ever so slightest sparkle in Muichiro's eyes, making the blue shine lighter than usual.
"You wish", you countered.
Suddenly, the mist pillar moved towards you, lunging for a last devastating hit. This was it. In a moment of despair, you tackled him in a quick movement, making you both fall to the ground. The collision knocked all of the oxygen out of Muichiro's lungs, and as he gasped for air, you pried the last pillow out of his hands.
Feathers swayed their way down, landing nicely and quietly in his thick, black hair. A triumphant smile worn across your beaming face as you moved over to straddle his hips and gently tapped his head with the pillow.
"I win", you sing-songed with a hint of tease in the edge of your voice.
"You cheated" , he huffed as he gripped your arms, pulling you down to him.
You suddenly realized how close he was. It wasn't like you had never been this close before, but somehow it felt different this time. You could feel his body pressing against yours, and you felt the grip around your arms for some reason tighten instead of letting go of you.
Muichiro stared directly at you. He didn't know what the warm feeling spreading in his stomach was, and he hated it. For some reason, he felt his heartbeat quicken, even though he had expected it to slow down now that the fight was over. Confusion and frustration plagued the Hashira's mind as he tried to make sense of these emotions. He decided he couldn't handle this anymore. "Fine, you win." He spun you both around in a swift motion and got off of you.
He faced away from you, but you caught a faint hue barely noticeable on his cheeks, perfectly complementing his pale skin. It wasn't often you saw Muichiro's face give off any emotions. You noticed that some of his hair was covered in little white fluffs.
"You have, ah, some feathers in your hair, um..do you want me to get them out?"
"I suppose you can", he said as he turned his gaze forward and closed his eyes. Biting your lip, you scooted closer and reached up to carefully pick bits of fuzzy feathers out of Muichiro's black locks. You worked your way through his hair, admiring how soft it was.
"All done, Tokito", you finally mused, taking out the last fluff you found and setting it into the little pile you formed next to you. The sound of his name leaving your lips pulled him back to reality, and he opened his eyes, dark eyelashes fluttering as he blinked in surprise.
