It was embarrassing, humiliating and plain simply awkward.
You hated your boyfriend for doing this to you. Heck, he seemed to enjoy himself from than ever!
He had your hand tightly grasped within his, intertwined were the fingers as well, gave it now and then a slight, loving squeeze and walked with you through the Old Resident District, while you were trying your hardest to hide your flaming face behind your free hand.
Why out of all things would he want to do something like this?
You're probably asking what I'm talking about.
For once Koujaku had decided to tear himself away from his beloved red kimono.
Why?
Because he wanted you two to wear matching, red sweaters to show everyone that you belonged to each other.
What a dork.
Of course you protested at first with blushing cheeks but it was no use; one could simply not win against this man when it came to arguments.
It was the most embarrassing thing ever, at least for you.
You could feel the furious gazes of women on the streets piercing and cutting your skin like a sharp knife and tightened your hold on Koujaku's large hand in distress.
That was the main reason why you denied this idea in first place: His fangirls.
They simply couldn't live the thought down that their so admirable, godlike crush and hero was gay and since you were the one who 'took him away from them' you were of course the one to blame.
You barely left the house in fear of those crazy women! Well, you were someone you wasn't often outside anyway but still!
Leaving for work was a pain, you swore. You never knew around which corner they were waiting for you.
Women were scary creatures, you would never be able to understand them nor did you have the wish to.
The only female you were able to at least understand a little bit was Aoba's granny Tae, maybe because she was already old but you would never dare say that out loud.
Telling this would cause you to be yelled at and beaten up into a poor excuse of mush and you didn't want to end up as mush, no one wants to end up this way.
You tried your best to suppress the incoming whine that was about to leave your lips as you looked up and saw the beaming, scarred face of your boyfriend, who glanced at you from the corner of his eyes.
So instead you let out a slight amused sigh with a smile on the lips as you meet his gaze.
Seeing him so joyous was somewhat worth it.
It still didn't change the fact that you were suffering under this humiliation.
You would really like to at least hide behind him but that would mean more physical contact, which would cause the women around you to go loco and I mean not in a good way.
“Koujaku”, you began and looked at him with a scowl on your face and flaming cheeks, who hummed in question and smiled nonetheless at your slight troubled expression.
“What's wrong?”, asked once with twice blinking, red eyes and turned his attention fully to you.
“Why are you doing this to me? Do you hate me so much?”, you grumbled with pursed lips, the bright red on your skin still not dying done, and directed your pupils to the ground.
“Hm? What do you mean? I could never hate you”, he hummed in a questioning tone.
“This” You took the hem of the red sweater and held it away from your body. “- and this!”
With your head, you nodded into various directions were females were standing and following your movements with hatred and jealously in their eyes.
After a short silence Koujaku simply started to roar in laughter, stopped walking and pulled you closer to his body, finally fully embracing you in his arms and pressing you tightly against his own body.
Your face found its place buried in his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his middle and tried your hardest to hide yourself from the glares you got.
“I just wanted to show everyone that I'm taken by someone as cute as you, no woman nor man can compete with you~!”, he sing-sang , ran a hand through your silk hair of the back of your head and nuzzled the top with his nose before inhaling deeply.
Geez. That guy and his hair fetish.
You felt how his heart beat slightly faster against his well-build chest and instantly felt calmness flowing through your body, like the waves of the ocean on a summer evening. With a soft sigh, you leant into your boyfriend's touch and kissed his exposed neck gently in affection.
You could've stayed forever like this if it weren't the crazy lades around you, who literally started to growl after seeing you touching your own boyfriend.
With a sigh you pushed him away, grabbed his hand while a gave you a puzzled look and dragged him along.
“Where are we going? My house is in the other direction, if you want to make love–”
“We're going over to Aoba's”, you cut him off and walked with fast steps to get away from the female crowd.
“You're going to escort me and I'll hide there for the next few months”, you huffed slightly and tugged on his hand in hope he would speed up, which he did and finally walked side by side with you.
“Eh, but then I won't be able-”
“-to run your hands through my hair while I'm asleep, I know”, you once again interjected and gave him a strict stare.
“Do you want to have dead boyfriend?”, you asked with your brow furrowed and lips pursed as you stopped walking once again.
“Of course not! But I won't get my [Name]-time when your at Aoba's! Aren't you overreacting?”, Koujaku said with a nearly pleading look glittering in his red hues and caressed your left cheek tenderly.
“Would you please take a look around.”
And that he did.
He glanced unnoticeable from side to side and notice a sudden chill running down his spine as he saw the women around you glaring daggers at you.
Not a nice feeling if you asked him.
“Now escort me to Aoba and Tae-san, please~.” You batted your eyelashes and clasped your hand together, the Rib Team leader in return just chuckled and tussled softly your hair.
“Alright, alright, but only this time~. Now hop on!”, he laughed a throaty laugh and bent down so you would be able to climb on his back.
Doing as he said, you wrapped your arms from behind around his neck and felt how he grabbed your cocked legs into each hand.
Chest and back were pressed against each other and melted the two bodies of yours into one big, red blur of colour.
With your face buried in the exposed skin of the crook of his neck, you gave a relaxed sigh and inhaled his scent deeply, causing coziness to run through your limps.
