Obanai Iguro has always hated Giyuu Tomioka. From the very first day he met him he wanted to punch that stupid, empty expression he wore right off of his face. He hated his voice, and his hair, and his clothes, and most of all, he *hated* his attitude. He couldn't stand how arrogant he was, and hated how he didn't even try to hide how little actual respect he held for his comrades.
Giyuu Tomioka held the opposite opinion of him, however, and while he knew very little of the serpent hashira, he had always found himself endeared by how his hair always seemed to be perfectly groomed, and how he never seemed to break a sweat doing much of anything. He knew he didn't have much of a chance, if any, to ever get remotely close to Obanai (and frankly was too scared to get close to anyone at all), and felt bad when he heard the things his co-worker had to say about him, but kept it to himself since he knew he deserved his harsh criticism anyways.
However, in a turn of events, the duo is paired to go on a mission together, and to both of their surprise, something that almost seems like friendship begins to bloom as a result.
(and of course that friendship turns into something else)
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Slow burn, bl, not-canon, (mostly giyuu-centric) angst, tooth rotting fluff, and smut(?)
𐔌.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⋮ The 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩-𝙢𝙖𝙣 can't help
but fall inlove with you .ᐟ ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: this fanfic is a smut book so it will obviously include alot of mature content such as..; Sex, violence and brutal deaths
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this series rightfully belongs to Netflix
And This is an X reader btw..