𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

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"I don't know what to do. I don't know if he likes me back. But we literally almost kissed. Oh, and pass me the salt,"

"Oh babes..." she consoled, handing you a salt shaker to add to the food you were making.

"How did you and Obanai get together?"

"He wrote me a longgg romantic letter, and then we...did things... and spent time together,"

"That's so sweet. I'm gonna cry. Maybe I should just come clean to him about everything. It's eating me away slowly."

"Oooh, yes, you should! I mean, the worst he could say is no."

"Exactly. And then our friendship will never be the same, and I'll die of embarrassment."

You turned the heat down of the pasta you were making before propping yourself up on the counter and letting out a long sigh.

"Look, we both know that Giyuu isn't always the best at communicating how he feels. So, I think if you want to move forward with your relationship, you're going to have to initiate something."

Her words for definitely food for thought.

But, the movie night, you and Mitsuri worked as a temporary distraction.

"Ugh, why is pasta so good." You spoke between mouthfuls.

"Honestly. One day, I need to take you to this really nice street food market that's nearby."

"YES, YOU DO OH MY GOD. Maybe I should take Giyuu as well."

"CAN WE MAKE IT A DOUBLE DATE?" she squealed.

"SAY NO MORE," you squealed back.

"Although, Giyuu and Obanai haven't always gotten along." She acknowledged.

"We can keep them in line."

"YESSSS,"

-

A week after returning to work, you ended up sick.

You weren't sure why at first.

You didn't even think it was possible to get the flu in late August, but your doctor confirmed otherwise.

Everything ached.

Your throat felt like it was being stabbed with a thousand tiny thumbtacks, and all you wanted to do was cry.

Mitsuri sent you a few messages of encouragement and offered to come over, but the last thing you wanted to do was give her your illness.

And so you curled up on the sofa and watched Finding Nemo.

Then Finding Dory.

And then Up, which pretty much had you in tears the moment it started.

And just as you were getting into it, you heard the gentlest knock at the door.

You let out another sob at the thought of having to get up.

But the door wasn't going to answer itself, so you with a hiss, you pushed yourself off the sofa.

You opened it slowly.

"You should've called me," Giyuu spoke.

"Oh, it's you..." You dried your eyes.

You stepped to the side, inviting him in before allowing the door to shut.

"Come here," he spoke, gently opening his arms.

You took a few steps forward, allowing him to pull you into him

He held you close, rubbing small circles on your back as his other hand held your head.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here,"

"You're gonna get sick if I keep hugging you."

"I don't care. You need me."

You probably would've melted if he wasn't keeping you together. His arms were like wool around you, so soft and soothing.

You looked up at him and his perfectly harmonious face.

"Hi..." he spoke softly, glancing down at you slightly.

He cupped your face, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

"I'll make you some soup. Go and freshen up in the meantime."

You nodded, heading in the direction of the bathroom.

The hot water was heavenly and soothed your aching muscles, and in due time, you were wrapping a towel around your torso and heading to change into some clothes.

You grabbed an oversized shirt and light sweatpants, appreciating the feeling of something fresh against your skin.

You sauntered back to the kitchen where Giyuu was, as promised, working away.

Instinctively, you hugged him from behind.

"You feeling a bit better?"

You mumbled out a slightly muffled 'yes' as he placed a hand over yours.

"The soup just needs to cook for ten more minutes. Would you like to go and lie down?"

"I would love to go lie down."
You slid back under the blanket, and moments later, Giyuu was sat by your head.

"Were you watching Up?"

"That amongst other animated films..."

He gave you the saddest, most affectionate look one could possibly give.

"You work too hard."

"You're one to talk..." you grumbled before sitting upright.

"I'm serious. You'll keep on getting sick if you don't start pacing yourself."

You stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek.

"But I love my job,"

"I know you do." he moved a stray strand from your face,"but you still need to look after yourself. Your job isn't going anywhere, I promise."

You took a minute to process his words.

It's not like you intentionally overworked yourself. But deep down, you always felt the need to prove yourself and feel seen.

You weren't exactly sure where it came from, maybe it was the lack of paternal figure in your teenage years that made you strive to seek the validation that you never had a chance to get from him.

Of course, there was always your mother, but she really didn't take your father's death well. And for a while, you felt alone.

You had friends, of course, and your sister, but you still felt hollow sometimes.

-

"I hope the soup was okay."

You let your head fall to his shoulder.

"More thank okay. Thank you, Giyuu.

"You're welcome, Y/n. Do you need anything else?"

"A nap."

"Sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you sure?"

He let out a soft hum of reassurance.

"I'm all yours."

Your heart skipped, stopped, restarted, all at once, and you exhaled, long and deep before melting into him, your head against his chest, his hands soft but slightly firm against your back.

The sound of his heartbeat echoed through your ears like a tender drum and all of a sudden your eyes were growing heavier and heavier until your eyelids fluttered shut and the darkness engulfed you.

-

a/n: romantic

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