Random KNY one shots

Lost in his eyes | {SabiGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff

note: ew thinking of titles (im so bad at this)

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There was something so innocently pure about the way Giyuu's entire face lit up when he smiled. He had the sort of eyes-closed, sunshine energy when he beamed. The smaller, softer smiles were adorable in their own way, but, personally, Sabito adored the wider grins. The ones that had Giyuu lapsing into giggles, laughing until he forgot what was so funny. The ones like now, which made the birds scatter, knowing they couldn't compete with the utter and complete wonderfulness of Giyuu.

Not for the first time, Giyuu wondered aloud what he was laughing about, the words lost amidst the high of exhilaration. It was lovely. And terribly hard for Sabito not to succumb to the sweetness of it all, forcing himself to keep walking.

At least the mission was due to be short. It wasn't the investigation kind, or patrol. Something of helping the lower ranked Slayers, and Giyuu and Sabito had been appointed. They would finish quickly and return to their shared estate, where Sabito didn't have to hide the overwhelming amount of love he felt for his partner.

As expected, the mission wasn't a long one. It was difficult for only a moment, mainly because the other Slayers were plentiful and very good at getting in the way. But they got through it quickly, with only a shallow wound on Giyuu's cheek. After being reassured by the Kakushi that the injured Slayers (no casualties this time) would be taken care of, the Water Hashira both headed home. They went slowly, taking their time because there wasn't anything to be done. Morning had not yet reached them, but it was approaching as they entered their home.

Clambering in and putting their swords away, they sought the bedroom. Giyuu sat down, cleaning his wound. Sabito knelt before him, a bandage in hand, and helped place it on. He remained there for a moment, cupping Giyuu's cheek until he cracked a smile from him. Without a word, he pulled him in for a kiss, resisting his own smile at the familiar softness of Giyuu's lips.

"It's been two hours," Giyuu told him when they pulled away. "Don't you have any patience?"

Sabito hummed, sitting beside him and resting his head on Giyuu's shoulder. "You say that as if you're patient. Anyway, who's to stop me from loving you?"

His response was Giyuu twisting to kiss Sabito again, parting to murmur, "no one is," before dipping back in, receiving much enthusiasm from the peach-haired man.

Morning came and went, guiding them to the training rooms and then a shop to buy something quick for lunch. Throughout the day, Sabito got several different types of Giyuu-smiles, and he treasured each and every one of them, sorry when they disappeared. In return, he held Giyuu protectively, petting his hair and kissing his forehead. It was hard to believe Giyuu was truly his. Hard to process that this man before him, the sheer embodiment of perfection, loved him. Loved Sabito. Because he had loved Giyuu for so long. And the reality of everything was so surreal, and so beautiful.

He knew it was wrong, for most people. They were both men, they were Hashira, they had no place indulging in romance together. Yet he couldn't help but ignore all the worries concerning public scorn, he found himself casting the anxiety away, if it meant being with Giyuu. Being allowed show him how much he actually loved him.

There was nothing in the world Sabito could cherish more than Giyuu. Giyuu and his honey-sweet smiles, his sapphire eyes and gentle voice. Giyuu—just Giyuu. Giyuu and the way he loved Sabito back.

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Sabito's eyes were lavender. Soft and bright, always, always on Giyuu. And maybe it wasn't necessarily the way they looked, their beautiful dusk-colored shade, but the way Sabito looked at him. With so much emotion that went better unsaid. It was how the complete and wholly loving way Sabito gazed at him, eyebrows dipping in actions of sweetness. It was all of that that made Giyuu melt, his limbs falling slack, heart missing a beat.

Despite the fact that Sabito held so much—his voice, his face, his body, his hair—Giyuu was unable to focus on anything but his eyes. How they closed every time they kissed, and how they fluttered when he was waking. The way they smiled on their own, widening when Giyuu initiated kisses.

Purple, lavender, sunset painted eyes. Full of tender love, holding it all for Giyuu. That fact on its own made Giyuu fall into a well of warmth. It was hard to breathe under Sabito's stare, and, more often than not, Giyuu had to fight the impulse to draw him close and never let go. There was so much love for him, and he wanted nothing but to reciprocate it. Because he loved Sabito so, so much.

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aren't they so lovely