𝟏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

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kishibe x reader

story by capricornlevi on tumblr 

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i have a memory - kishibe x f!reader

cw: brief mention of violence and threat (not graphic), consumption of alcohol/cigarettes, explicit sexual content (oral sex f! receiving, fingering, hand jobs, vaginal sex) - NSFW, MDNI

word count: 8.9k

a/n: thinking about how young cocky annoying kishibe showed up for 3 panels and changed the trajectory of my life forever ... so here's 9k words of kinda-sorta-enemies slash annoying colleagues to lovers .... with a tiny splash of angst too for good measure? i just love this man and think he's a secret softie so here's him successfully pulling for once <3

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"You'd really say no to a smoke?"

Kishibe's question sounds disbelieving as he holds out the box of cigarettes in your direction. Instead of answering, you choose to wave away his offer dismissively. Still shocked, he continues, "you're not even a little tempted?"

You roll your eyes. You're one of few devil hunters in the Public Safety Division that rarely, if ever, smokes; a fact that makes you somewhat of an oddity to people like Kishibe, your partner, who seems to keep the tobacco industry afloat through his wages alone.

"Nope," you reply simply. "They taste bad."

Your replies are clipped and borderline rude but you can't bring yourself to care - not when he's dragged you to this place yet again, at this godforsaken hour of the morning, to "look over your case files" even though he never seems to actually care enough to read them.

The place in question is a dingy old café on the outskirts of town, one that Kishibe insists on coming to even though there's a fancy new artisanal coffee shop just down the road. His loyalty to this dump baffles you.

In theory, you don't object to meeting up this early - you usually prefer to grab a hot drink at this time anyway, just to keep your hands warm, and Kishibe always needs to take a smoke break, so better to get it out of the way before the day kicks off - but you hate how he never seems to take these meetings seriously. It feels like wasted hours you could have spent sleeping.

Adding to your resentment is the fact that you have to sit outside in the freezing cold just so he can grab a smoke. He doesn't like walking and smoking at the same time; it distracts him too much, apparently.

You hate it out here. As grim as it is on the inside of the café, the exterior is far worse; grey, miserable concrete floors and walls, no decoration of any sort, and just one solitary table for outdoor dining.

And at that lonely table, there is only one chair - the chair which you're currently sitting on. Thankfully, Kishibe knew better than to fight you for it since it's his smoking habit that's keeping you outside.

He's leaning against the wall next to you, peering down curiously as you sip your drink with a poorly-concealed grimace.

"You really sure you don't want one?" he asks again.

"Shut up and smoke the damn cigarette. It's fucking freezing."

Kishibe lets out a short huff of amusement, finally fishing a cigarette out of the box and bringing it to his lips. He slips the box back into his shirt pocket and then pulls out his rusty old lighter, soft strands of black hair falling into his eyes as he lights the cigarette. His lips purse around the tightly-rolled tobacco, his cheekbones stained pink from the cold.