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☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢

- Giyuu -

Tsutako🤍
Our father just notified us that we are going to have dinner with the shinazugawas on saturday! :)

I read the message nee-san had send out of the blue. I just stared at the words, wishing they would dissappear from the screen like smoke does from a chimney.
I stretched out my thumbs to the typing board, trying to make words make sense.

But nothing typed out. No words. No letters. Nothing.

"Is it a text from your sister?" Kyojuro's usual booming voice was now that of softness.

His voice washed over me like sweet honey, making me feel things I shouldn't. Still, I pushed aside the warmness and refocused on the conversation.

"Yes. She's saying that we are going to have dinner with them on Saturday."

Kyojuro nodded in understanding. He rested a hand on his jawline, deep on thought. His usual bright smile was not there, it was replaced with a small frown.

My eyes wandered over his arms unknowingly. What would it feel like to be in those strong arms? To be so close to them? To feel him so close?

That feeling will always be unknown to me.

"Tomioka," Kyojuro called out my name, snapping me back from my delusional sadness.

I look up to him, seeing his worried face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw was tightened. The warmth of his concern once again seeped through me, making me fall in love with this man over and over even though I shouldn't.

A familiar watery sensation starts prickling the corner of my eyes. I manage to blink them away.

"I'll be fine." My voice should sound assuring, but it came out feeble and unsure.

Kyojuro raised an eyebrow, his frown deepening as he looked at my face. Before I could comment further, he held my hand with a firm yet soft grip.

"Are you really okay?" His eyes softened.

My smile wobbled. "It's okay. I'm just..." I eased a deep breath past my tightening chest. "A little taken back, that's all."

Kyojuro squeezed my hand gently, concern and worry pooled in his sun-like eyes. He didn't speak anything, but his face had a warm and comforting smile.

Something wet trickled down my face at the genuine warmth this man radiated for others. Oxygen seemed low by each passing second, making it difficult to speak. But I had to say something. It was too silent. Too comforting.

"I'm just going to get married..." there was a knot in my throat, burning and welling out potential sobs. I exhaled deeply, letting some oxygen go around my tight throat before trying to throw out words again.

"Married to him. It's to be done and.." my voice cracked.

One crack. That was all it took for my weeks of suppressed emotions to snap.

I looked down, letting out quiet sobs that contrasted with the fury of emotions swirling furiously inside.

Kyojuro didn't say anything, but wrapped his arms around me, which felt too good to be true. His embrace were just as I imagined, pure and welcoming. The tears streamed down rapidly at all the warmth. It felt like home, where mom used to wait for me to cuddle me in her arms. It radiated the same coziness.

All these weeks of pent-up frustration, avoidance, sorrow, regrets and fear led to me crying about everything in his arms.

I shouldn't be crying. I shouldn't be in his arms. I shouldn't melt in his warmth and concern. I shouldn't be in love with him.