Pax-axe81 - Pax-cratination

It ain’t like… I want to be Satan’s son!

two idiots dancing because I love them

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Bon’s hands are gentle.

His hands are like the rest of him: big and mean and littered with scars and callouses from years of hard work and thankless effort. Rin has seen with his own two eyes just what Bon’s hands are capable of - seen him operate the bazooka like the weapon was an extension of his body, seen him drag Shima by the back of his hoodie back to safety, seen him heft Izumo over his shoulders as they run for their lives. Bon’s hands are trained and deadly.

But Rin has seen Bon with Kuro when he thought no one was watching. The hesitant, slow offering of food, the careful petting. Kuro loves affection in any form, but Bon was still soft in his administrations. Rin has watched Bon attempt to cook, the clumsy and awkward actions of peeling a potato and stirring a pot. Bon is not good at cooking at all. Everyone teases him about it, the one thing Suguro I’m good at everything Ryuuji can’t do, but whenever he finds Rin alone in the kitchen, Bon still offers his help. Rin has seen Bon braiding the girls’ hair, an idle frown of concentration on his face as his fingers moved with swift, practiced movements. He makes it look like art, and Rin found himself wishing he had longer hair.

Bon’s hands, when they touch Rin, are gentle. 

They didn’t used to be, back when they were still strangers and too full of pride to be anything but at each other’s throats. Rin was first introduced to Bon’s hands as painful fists around his shirt and against his skin - but Rin wasn’t one to talk, not when his own hands are more than familiar with the feeling of creating bruises and drawing blood. They didn’t used to be gentle at all.

But somewhere along the way, things changed. There’s a certain familiarity in the way Bon slaps him on the back, a certain warmth in the way Bon’s palms press against Rin’s shoulder blades. A certain softness when Bon patches him up after a rough fight with a demon. A certain gentleness when Bon’s fingers slip through Rin’s hair, when he thinks Rin is asleep, carefully untangling the messy knots like he has all the time in the world.

Bon’s hands are gentle, so gentle it almost hurts. 

(Rin’s own hands twitch with the want to hold them close, hold them steady, to be gentle back - but he’s still not sure he’s capable of being gentle just yet.)

grumpy rins 👿