Yeah, Starving For You, I Guess Gyutaro Thought Bitterly, Continuing To Look On As You Gathered The Calico

‘Yeah, starving for you, I guess…’ Gyutaro thought bitterly, continuing to look on as you gathered the calico in your arms, the three and a half legged creature letting out a gravely purr against your frame. Gyutaro never once thought he’d be envious of a cat of all things, though he admitted that it wasn’t surprising. He was always vexed by those more fortunate than him, and he’d be damned into the farthest reaches of hell if he claimed that he didn’t wish he were that cat, happily pressed into your chest, enjoying the warmth you seemed to radiate, such sweetness reaching to the rooftops, no, to the heavens themselves. Following you to a bridge, you encountered a small night market, Gyutaro letting out an annoyed huff when you dashed into a building and out of his line of sight. How bothersome. A frown settled onto his features, the demon planting himself in a crouch in a dark alleyways, hiding in the harsh shadows that hung all around him, glaring at the people that bustled about as he waited for you to emerge again. Gyutaro never thought he’d ever feel this antsy to see someone other than his sister again, although this was different than how it felt with Daki. He felt a strange sense of longing with you, he couldn’t put his finger on it, nor did he have time to as he saw you appear once more, every muscle in his body seemingly relaxing upon your visage gracing him once more. He felt himself put on a lazy smile as he leapt back to the rooftops. You were back in his sights, right where he always wanted you to be. Wait…He wanted you under his gaze all the time? Gyutaro frowned, his eyes widening as he stared through you, through that saccharine smile, his chest beginning to feel unbearably tight. It was only a week of watching you, how could he find himself flinging around thoughts of you always being under his hawk like stare constantly? Did he truly wish for such a thing? What was this odd burning in his heart? He scrambled backwards, falling off the building he perched upon with a yell, ripping a gasp from you. “Hello?” You called out, looking up from the cat you were feeding, having bought some fish, a small bowl and some milk for it. “Is someone there? You can come out, I won’t bite!” “Shit…” Gyutaro muttered, getting to his feet and swiftly slipping into the unseen. He was better than that, he was the Upper Moon Six! He was supposed to be good at this after doing it for over a century, what’s thrown him off his mojo now? Your eyes met his. His breath hitched as he stumbled further into the darkness, trying to ignore the siren’s call that was your voice trying to reach out for him.

Okay so I am ACTUALLY going to ingest this where are my three other plates

this is SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Can't wait to see how it turns out!! Love this so far!! :)

reblog this with your go-to candles/scents

Women: every waking moment I am in debilitating pain. My entire body is on fire and I can barely go to work. I have been waiting for an actual diagnosis for three years. My mother had this and it killed her. Please help me

Doctors: that sucks lmao hope it gets worse faker

Men: dick no worky :(

Doctors: ohguhh oh mym fUCJKIGn god we have to DO something about this

Lottie? Have I ever showed you anything on my huge WIP I still have to finish Fixation?

no but give it to me RIGHT NOW I am about to combust I need the food PLEASE

I got a comment today that said smth along the lines of "I didn't wanna be weird commenting on a four month old fic"

Baby, bless your heart but four months isn't old by any means and ao3 isn't fucking instagram. Comment on fics you like, regardless of how old they are! The worst that could happen is you make an author's day. Writing is art, not content.