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˚◞ HAIRCARE! - SUGURU GETO

SYNPOSIS. with geto being your boyfriend, a morning routine was established. but some say sitting between his thighs as he does your hair; fingers running through strands, removing knots, and stying might be unusual. but to you, it was everything.

WARNINGS! tooth-rotting fluff

WC; 1.05K

THE LIGHT OF THE MORNING SUN filtered through the white curtains, casting a warm glow throughout the shared room. You sat cross-legged on the floor, a small, circled-shaped mirror propped up before you.

Your eyes weren't on your reflection though. Rather, they were closed, too focused on enjoying the sensation of Geto running his fingers through your hair, gently untangling the strands than to bother checking your morning face.

He sat behind you, legs laying on either side of your frame, thighs dangerously close to your face. Your boyfriend's presence brought a comforting weight as you rested your cheek against his upper leg.

You felt a slight tug as he pulled the brush through a particularly stubborn knot, but it was more reassuring than painful.

Honestly, Geto had always been careful with your hair as if it was alive. He always took his time, making sure each stroke was slow and deliberate, muttering sorry under his breath if he tanked on a strand a bit too hard.

It was adorable to see the black-haired male so engaged in a messily task you asked him to one random Tuesday morning that soon became an everyday routine. Even on days, you protested that it was fine—you found yourself in the same position from the day before, getting ready with all the supplies needed seated beside him.

The cherry on top had to have been when you walked in on him practicing hairstyles that you mentioned you liked. Your boyfriend never found out, and you brushed it off as a mere coincidence since he also had a length to his hair.

You had to stop yourself from geeking when the same hairstyle was on your hair two days later.

The scent of his shampoo filled the space between you, a mix of something herbal and earthy. It was familiar to you, seeing as you stole it and used it for yourself a couple more times you would like to admit.

Hearing the soft rustle of his clothes as he shifted slightly, adjusting his position for better access. His fingers were nimble and practiced, and you couldn't help the admiration at how effortlessly he managed your hair, a task that always seemed to take you ages.

"You've got a lot of patience for this," you remarked, your voice soft in the morning quiet with faint blinking eyes; sneakily peering at him through the mirror.

He chuckled lightly, the sound vibrating through the room to you. "Well, someone has to keep your hair in check."

You laughed the sound blending with the peaceful atmosphere. "Hey, I try my best."

"I know you do," he said, his tone gentle. "But sometimes you need a bit of help."

He didn't speak much more, and neither did you. The silence was comfortable, punctuated only by the occasional hum of approval from him when a particularly tricky tangle came free. You felt the coolness of his rings against your scalp, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.

As Geto worked, you let your mind drift; eyes shutting once more, focusing on the rhythmic pattern of his movements. He sectioned your hair, clipping some of it up to keep it out of the way. You could feel the slight pressure of the plastic clips, holding everything in place.

"You always take your time with this," you mused, feeling the brush glide through the length of your hair, each pass smoothing out the strands.

"I like taking care of you," he replied simply, his voice low and sincere.

Feeling your body warm at your boyfriend's words, you slightly straighten up, cheek moved up from his thigh to sit at the front. Geto not bothered by the sudden movement switched to a finer comb for the finishing touches, feeling the difference between the bristles.

"Any plans for today?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Not really," he said, his fingers deftly weaving your hair once more. "I was thinking we could just relax. Maybe watch a movie later."

"That sounds nice," you agreed, smiling at the thought.

When the male finally finished, he gathered your hair in his hands, twisting it into a loose braid. His fingers worked quickly, securing the end with a hair tie that was on his wrist. You opened your eyes and looked in the mirror, admiring his handiwork. The braid was neat and tight, but not too tight, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looked at it.

"You did a great job, Sugu," you said, turning slightly to face him.

"Glad you like it," he replied, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

Geto leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. You could see his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes soft, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your forehead, a tender gesture that made your heart flutter.

"Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need to respond; the gentle squeeze of his hand on your shoulder said it all. The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer, savoring the moment of the morning, the quiet connection between you.

"Want some breakfast?" he asked after a while, his arms had now found their way across your body; secured in his hold.

"Sure," you replied, leaning back into him. "What are you in the mood for?"

"How about pancakes?" Geto suggested, head resting between the crook of your neck, making you squirm in response with sensitivity. You could feel his lips curl to a smirk. "I can whip up a batch pretty quickly."

"Pancakes sound perfect," you agreed with a laugh, playfully taking his face and gently shoving it away from you as if to hide your neck from him.

He grinned and, with a swift motion, scooped you up into his arms. You squealed in surprise, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"Suguru—put me down!" you laughed, but there was no real protest in your voice as you "tried" to escape.

He carried you effortlessly toward the kitchen, his steps steady and sure. "Nope. You wanted pancakes, and I'm delivering you straight to them."

You giggled, leaning your head against his shoulder as he carried you through the house in defeat.

Maybe you didn't mind this being an everyday routine.

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Ooh…what about defected!Geto falling in love with a non-sorcerer? And there’s no internal conflict for him, it’s more like he saw her, and somehow everything clicked into place. The attraction is undeniable, the chemistry is palpable, and it’s like his entire world is now tilted on an axis to a new, different Sun — her.

Sypnosis - Eyes that glance at others with hatred could only gaze at you as if you had hung the moon and each individual star.

Warning(s) - canon JJK violence, mature themes, foul language, this is so sickly sweet I am WEAK

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

It’s not like he meant for this to happen. 

But the way that you regarded him with such a softened voice and with hands gentler than the finest silk had him wrapped around your finger — seeking more of that sweet affection that you provided to him.  

The way that your eyes shone the moment you noticed him entering a room, the way that you scooted closer to him, the way that you hung off of his every word.  

He knew that he shouldn’t care about you — you were the personification of everything that he hated. A weak non-sorcerer who could do nothing when it came to defending oneself. 

And yet here he was, wanting nothing more than to shield you and protect you from the dangers of the world.  

“There you are.” Your soft voice wraps around Geto and lightly pulls him from whatever trance he had unknowingly fallen victim to. His head turns to watch as you enter, his lips turning upward in a lovesick smile.  

“Apologies love, were you searching for me?” Geto inquires curiously, his eyes fluttering shut as your lips press sweetly against his forehead.  

“Not me, the girls were asking for you,” you respond, lowering yourself down to sit at Geto’s side, sitting in between his outstretched legs. He smiles again, hand instinctively extending to lay against your leg, his thumb rubbing back and forth affectionately against your skin. 

“Were they?” 

“They were. Mimiko says that you promised her a tea party,” you say with a teasing raise of your eyebrow, one that Geto responds to with a shake of his head — though you don’t fail to notice the smile that he tries so hard to conceal.  

Subconsciously, Geto moves himself closer to you, squeezing your leg and feeling his chest warm as you nestle into his shoulder, cheek pressing comfortably against the soft fabric of his robes.  

“Did I now?” His shoulder rumbles against your cheek, his hand moving upward from your leg to stroke gentle circles into the small of your back. You hum against him, smiling as you nuzzle impossibly further into the warmth of his embrace.  

You both sit in silence, but neither of you mind it. It allows Geto to think — reflect on everything that had led him up to the very position that he found himself in.  

Geto knew that he was a terrible person, or rather, he was a terrible person by the standards that society constantly voiced. But shockingly, even with all of that, you loved him as if it were as easy as breathing.  

You saw past what the others said about him, you didn’t just see Geto — you saw Suguru. 

“Sugu?” you whisper sweetly, tilting your head to get a better look at your husband’s face. He turns to you, humming in response with a raised eyebrow — silently telling you to continue speaking. “I love you.” 

Geto smiles, his eyes softening at you as he leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. Sure, you were a non-sorcerer, you were the very thing that he wanted to protect. Never did he want to see a scratch on your body or a teardrop on your cheek. You redefined what life meant to him. 

For a flickering moment, Geto forgets all that he had done. He forgets all of his venomous words and all of the blood that once stained his hands. All of it forgotten with a simple whisper — a declaration.  

He pulls back from you just enough to lean his forehead against your own. “I love you more angel.” 

Kisses all over his body - Suguru x reader

Prompt: just loving, caressing and admiring Sugurus body with your mouth hehe

Content: Suguru x reader, Geto x reader, fluff, like a shit ton of fluff, set it the “nothing went wrong” au T-T

A/n: inspired by a fic I saw, about Suguru watching romance movies after a hard day by @seireiteihellbutterfly

Wc: 1.1k

God, he’s gorgeous

You and Suguru were cuddled up in your bed watching a movie - “10 Things I Hate About You”. It was Suguru’s little ritual to watch romance movies after a particularly hard day.

You laughed at the banter between the two main characters and melted at the romantic scenes that reminded you of your relationship. Your hands had slipped under Suguru’s hoodie, feeling his soft skin under your fingertips disturbed here and there by the occasional scar. His siren eyes were slightly darkened by the exhaustion from the day. Your gaze lingered on his face admiring his features. While he didn’t notice your eyes on him, you melted from the thought that this man is your boyfriend. That he chose you and you chose him. It warmed your heart and filled it with a pleasant ache.

The longer you stared at him, the longer you got the urge to hold him closer, to kiss him, to never let him go, to lift all the burdens on his shoulders. It only made the ache in your heart grow stronger, making it nearly impossible to hold back. You scooched closer to him. Your hands wrapped tighter around his waist and pulled his hoodie up, just enough for you to move your head from his chest to the exposed skin of his stomach. Startled by your sudden shift his eyes were now focused on you. Heat rushed to his face waiting to see what you were up to. Hands and shoulders tensing up in anticipation.

You nuzzled your face deep into his soft skin and peppered kisses all over it. Taking in the feeling, the warmth, the scent of him. You were clinging to him as if he could disappear at any moment and refused to let go. Sugurus's eyes widened at the sudden affection and the feeling of your cool lips on him. Now unable to see you from under his hoodie and only relying on the feeling on his stomach and abbs.

“y/n, what are you doing?”

His eyes fixated on where your head was bulging from under his soft hoodie. His face now red and hot. It’s not like you’ve never kissed him there or that he wasn’t used to your display of affection, you just caught him off guard this time. You crawled further up his oversized hoodie until your face bearly peeked from the color. Your eyes shined brightly at Suguru, taking in his flustered face. A sight you didn’t get to enjoy that often. You pressed your lips into an exaggerated kissy face and just lightly kissed his nose.

“Suuuguuruuuuuuu… I love you so muuuchhh!! Why are you so kissableeeee?”

Your voice was over-exaggeratedly whiny before attacking his collarbone and chest with even more kisses before your boyfriend could even say anything. Suddenly you felt his hands snake over your body through his hoodie and his legs tangling themselves into yours encasing you in a suffacatingly comforting bear hug. The worries from the day had long melted away and replaced by his love for you. This moment proving why he loved coming home to you, being showered in affection, comforted and it just made him fall in love over and over again. A soft kiss was placed on the crown of your head that peaked through Sugurus's collar and as his crushing hug softened. You looked up at him once again. His eyes softening, no, melting at the sight of your adorable face poking out of his hoodie. He leaned forward as your eyes followed his every move, curious as to what he was about to do. Your cheeks heat up as you feel the softest kiss on your forehead and Suguru resting his forehead onto yours.

His face looked pleased and his eyes were closed. A pleasant sigh left his lips while you looked up at him, cheeks still slightly pink and a tingling feeling where he left the kiss. This closeness felt so intimate like you were the only ones in the universe. Like time had stopped just for the two of you. A small smile crept on Sugurus's face.

“I love you too y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you”

His eyes finally opened to look at you. To really feel you under his clothes, the way you felt on his bare skin. An amused smile creeps on his face. He couldn’t help but want to start some silly banter to break up the heavy intimate feeling he wasn’t quite used to yet. Wanting to make the situation more light-hearted.

“Wanted to feel my muscles so bad?”

“Yes, hehe”

With that, you dove back into the depths of his hoodie finding your way back to his skin. Nuzzling your face into it once again and tickling his sides with your hands causing him to squirm and erupt in laughter.

“Y/n! No! Stop! Bahhahahahaahhaha-“

With a swift move, he pulled you out from underneath the hoodie only to lay you on your pack and pin you down. His mouth twitched into an amused and sadistic smile. Knowing that this was going to be the end of you your eyes widened with fear and just before you could scream out “no” or “wait” Sugurus's hands were on the side of your ribcage. His fingertips rammed into your sides making you scream in laughter. You pathetically tried to tell him to stop, kick and pull at his hands with yours, but to no avail.

After his amusement with your torture wore off he plopped back next to you. Now snaking his his hands under your shirt and pulling you closer to him. You were still breathing heavily from all the laughing as he laid his head now on your chest. The way Suguru got soft with you, especially after showing him a lot of affection made you want to melt into the mattress and you knew not to comment on his softness to not stir him away. Your hand almost instinctively went to his long charcoal-black hair and ran your hands through it.

“Can we continue watching now?”

A touch of amusement lingered in his voice, making it sound playfully annoyed. You didn’t even notice that Suguru had stopped the movie. You were way too busy obsessing over him to notice. A slight chuckle left your lips, slightly embarrassed that you got so carried away that he stopped the move.

“Of course”

You looked back down at Suguru after he pressed play and smiled slightly. You were happy to see him like this. Unravelling in your touch and slowly but surely showing you his soft side, letting his walls down.

God, you loved him so much.

Geto Suguru - Poison

Synopsis: you officially started a relationship with Suguru a few weeks ago, but he always doges your attempts at kissing him, so you decided to get to the bottom of his weird behaviour

Wordcount: 3.5k

Content: Geto Suguru x reader, newly established relationship, smoking (Suguru and reader), fluff, angst? very little, comfort mostly

A/n: English isn’t my first language soooo be nice T-T

The water reflected the sun, making the rays dance on the ripples of the shallow river. Your bare feet were being cooled while you were watching the creatures, running your hand through the water to make them move around. Suguru was sitting on a beach towel behind you, the fingertips of his right hand barely brushing the grass next to the towel, watching you get excited over the freshwater animals. You stood up straight turning around to face your boyfriend making the water swoosh under your feet. Sugurus's gaze met yours, the features on his face softening seeing you all excited about the beautiful nature.

His heart fluttered. You got together a few weeks ago and you still melted Suguru’s heart with your smile. He desperately wanted to keep this forever, to never let you slip away.

His eyes settled on the water reflecting the trees, grass and sky making the colours mix while you walked over to plop yourself next to him on the towel letting your gaze fall where his was appreciating the peace and resting your head on his shoulder. For just a moment Suguru tensed under the sudden touch before doing his best to relax, feeling the thump of his beating heart in his ears now. He sneaked a look at you, drifting his eyes over your face. Your hair tickled his neck comfortably, your eyes sparkled in the sun. A smile crept on his face and a little blush. His hand moved towards yours. His heartbeat picked up in speed. His pillowy soft fingers tickle your hand with a soft brush letting his hand rest on yours and just loosely intertwining your fingers.

Of course, you had noticed him looking at you, but you didn’t want to disturb the moment knowing he’d look away the moment you made it apparent that you knew his eyes were on you. You wanted to feel his gaze for just a while longer. It made you a bit embarrassed to see him stare at you from the corner of your eye, but it also made you feel so loved. You wanted to keep this tender moment forever. Neither of you were talking, just basking in the peace and comfortable silence, something that both of you didn’t get enough of in your day-to-day lives. But feeling his hand settle on yours broke the camel's back and you couldn’t stop your head from turning to look at him, just like you couldn’t stop the pink that tinted your cheeks.

Just like you expected his eyes swiftly looked back to the river trying to hide the fact that he was staring at you just moments ago.

“Suguruuuuuuu… stop pretending like you weren’t staring”

Your voice sounded almost winy with a touch of amusement. You loved teasing him.

His gaze stayed glued to the dancing water. A smirk sneaked up his sharp features and his eyes narrowed.

“Awww, what you wanted me to stare a while longer?”

While Sugurus's heart thumped from being caught, he couldn’t help but want to tease you back. He Snapped his head back towards you looking into your eyes. The smug smirk still plastered across his face.

You started to get lost in his dark eyes. They reminded you of dark chocolate, making you forget about your previous banter and feeling your heart speed up from his intense stare. He saw the way your facial expression softened and so did his. Softly your thumb brushed comforting circles on his hand intensifying the intimacy of the moment. Your eyes fell to his lips which now curled up in a soft smile, the soft smile you fell in love with, the kind spirit he was behind all his teasing and bickering with Satoru.

His lips look so soft

You wanted to kiss him so badly it almost ached in your heart. Without even realizing it you started to close the distance between you two. Almost instantly Sugurus's expression shifted. His body tensed up. You felt it in his stiffening hand. Looking up to his eyes again it was hard to make out his expression.

fear

Like a deer in the headlights. His hand swiftly moved away from yours and he placed his elbow on his leg. His hand lazily dangling in the air. He desperately tried to conceal his discomfort and the awkwardness of his rejection of your move.

“Hey, it's getting late. We should probably head home.”

“Oh, ye you’re right… the sun is starting to set”

“Wanna stay over at my place tonight? I mean I do live closer, you’ll probably fall asleep in the car if I drive you back home”

His teasing and the pained chuckle he breathed out was an attempt at hiding the slight tension in the air. Nonetheless being invited over to his place, still gave you a warm feeling in your stomach, but not without the sting of being rejected… once again.

“Ye I’d love to!”

While packing up, putting your shoes back on and walking to Sugurus car you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. The first time he avoided your kiss you thought it was a coincidence, maybe he read the room wrong. The second time you thought he needed more time or perhaps more privacy, somewhere without other people around since he never seemed big on PDA. But now again? You two were completely alone, engulfed in nature, with no one in sight, you were looking deep into each other's eyes so there was no way he read the room wrong and was concerned about the time. His avoidance made no sense to you. You have cuddled before, he has held you close and kissed your neck, but he was so terrified of kissing your lips.

As if he was scared he’d poison you.

“Here passenger princess, be my DJ”

His voice pulled you out of your deep thoughts. You looked around confused. You hadn’t even noticed that you were already in the car. Suguru reached his phone out to you which was connected to his car. He was looking at you waiting to take his phone.

“Ah right, ye of course”

Your voice sounded a bit distant, still trying to take in the situation as you took his phone out of his hand.

“You ok? You seem in veeryyy deep thought. Hopefully about me”

“Of course, I’m good”

Sheesh, that distance in your voice stung a little. He noticed how deep in thought you were and despite being used to you sounding a bit aloof especially when someone asked you if you were ok, this time you sounded especially distant. Suguru figured it was from before, but felt too uncomfortable to bring it up. You swiped through his music crafting a queue with all of your favorite songs. While driving back home the air in the car was getting thicker, you were still deep in thought and left Suguru to fend for himself in the awkward silence. Finally, he pulled up to his place.

It was now dark and cool outside making you shiver when stepping out of the car. A strong reassuring arm wrapped around your trembling body. Suguru stroked your upper arm in an attempt to warm you up.

“Let’s get to the apartment before you freeze to death”

“I’ve already frozen to death! Let’s get to your apartment before I become a full-blown ice block!”

He laughed a bit at your whiny remark.

In his apartment, Suguru threw his keys on the kitchen counter after kicking his shoes off and headed straight for the kettle to boil some water for tea. You joined him after shedding your shoes as well and hugged him from behind. This time you were careful, more than usual, with your touch and affection, scared he might shy away once again. He leaned into your touch, his weight shifting further to his heels, to feel your entire body against his. He hummed in delight with one hand sneaking to yours around his midsection while the other was setting the full kettle down to boil the water.

“Hey, Suguru?”

“Hm?”

Your voice sounded concerned? Sad? He couldn’t make it out, but he knew what you were going to bring up. He was dreading this moment and nervousness seeped into his heart, but on the outside, he kept full composure.

“Have you… Have you been avoiding kissing me?”

Suddenly the tension was back. Suguru looked down at the counter where his hands gripped the edge keeping him grounded. Yet he didn’t speak so you took further initiative. You were determined to get to the bottom of this.

“I just noticed that you’ve been avoiding all my attempts at kissing you and I thought you might’ve needed more privacy for our first kiss or you were bad at reading the room, but all of that doesn’t feel right. I feel like there is something you aren’t telling me…”

You looked at his avoidant eyes. They were still glued to the counter, but his expression was now conflicted. Part of him wanted to keep up his tough front. Face contorting with a mix of emotions. He was so deeply afraid and embarrassed. Desperately trying to avoid this topic and to be vulnerable, but right now you left no room for his avoidance. He knew you wouldn’t back down and that’s why he fell for you. You stand your ground, you get to the bottom of things, you don’t let problems just hang in the air unspoken or swept under the rug and without even knowing it you’ve become Suguru’s most important anchor and source of comfort. Something he didn’t want to admit, but you were breaking his walls down in the most gentle way possible.

Your hand snaked up to cup his cheek and turn his head towards you. You placed your forehead on his, a very comforting and grounding touch. You weren’t here to judge, to pry or to force him into anything, you just wanted to understand and he needed to know that. He needed to know that he was safe to be vulnerable with you.

“Baby you can talk to me. I’m not here to rush you or force you to kiss me. I just want to understand what’s going on with you. I want to be here for you and help you”

Sigh

“Alright, let’s just sit on the balcony”

He moved slowly determined to finish making tea. Uncomfortably shifting on his feet, taking his time to pick out the flavour, pouring the scolding water slowly into the cups. It was evident that he was doing anything to delay this conversation as much as possible. You noticed this of course. It didn’t annoy you, the last thing you wanted was to rush him while he was distressed, but you couldn’t help but worry.

He was finally done. The two mugs full of tea in hand, he turned around to face you for the first time since you got home. He looked you in the eyes and nodded his head towards the balcony door, signalling to both of you to go over there. At face value, his expression looked stern, calm and collected, but you looked right through that. Despite how hard he tried you saw the faint turmoil in his eyes, the embarrassment, guilt and shame. Seeing all those emotions in his eyes made you all the more desperate to figure out what was wrong.

You grabbed an oversized hoodie that belonged to Suguru on the way to the balcony. He always kept it on the couch for when you’d come over and chill outside with him. Both of you lighting up a cigarette and letting the view of the Tokyo city lights and melancholy music set the perfect vibes for a midnight balcony date. You quickly noticed that Suguru only smoked outside and never in his apartment making him kind of bond with the small outdoor space that floated high in the air. It became his safe space. One of the little places that was only meant for relaxation and when he needed comfort, the balcony was where you’d find him.

He clung to the comfort of the space hoping it would make this conversation at least a little easier. Suguru fumbled with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. The one he pulled out was placed to hang lazily between his lips while he tilted the open pack to you and looked you in the eyes.

“Want one?”

“Sure”

Your voice was soft. It was hard to look into Suguru’s eyes, seeing the desperation to delay this talk. While he offered you a cigarette his look was pleading. Pleading with you to let this go, but you didn’t let that persuade you. After lighting his and your smoke Suguru leaned lazily back on the small balcony couch that barely fit the two of you.

“Suguru…”

Your hand snaked to his interlocking just your pinkies. Suguru looked up, his tired eyes fixated on the city lights. With a heavy sigh, he blew out the smoke in his lungs and his lips parted just barely to start speaking. His heart was racing and aching scared of your reaction, but you got him cornered. He had no other chance than to tell you, to speak with you about this deeply embarrassing fear.

“Look y/n. I can’t kiss you…”

“But why?”

His words were almost cut off by a sharp chuckle. The kind of painful laugh that he’d let out when he was in distress, knowing exactly that if he didn’t laugh about his desperation he’d have to cry. The sharp words hit you straight in the chest, you didn’t know why, but his insult to himself cut you deeper than any insult you’ve ever had thrown at you.

“What?! You’re not disgusting! Why would you think tha-?”

“Y/n I consume shit and vomit on the daily. Do you understand how disgusting curses are?! And I have to eat them! Why else do you think I eat so many sweats just to mask that fucking taste”

He now looked you straight in the eyes and the bite and anger in his voice thickened the air further.

“Suguru, I promise you, you are not disgusting to me and you never will be. I know you don’t taste-“

“Ye you know, but you don’t know. I can’t let that happen, I can’t lose you to that disgusting taste lingering in the back of my throat. I can’t have you be disgusted by me, not you”

His stare into your eyes was intense. A mix of sadness and anger swirled in his dark eyes before looking away and taking another hit of his cigarette.

“You don’t know that. You don’t know if I will be able to taste it or be disgusted”

“Y/n don’t you understand… I simply can’t risk that”

His sharp voice was a stark contrast to your soft comforting tone. The accusations made your heart burn, you desperately wanted to shout at him how much you loved him and that nothing could stir you away from him, but you knew that would just create distance between you two. So just like all the time he has comforted you, you opted for a calming and comforting tone. You were the calm to his storm.

“Suguru…”

Your soft voice cut through the tension in Suguru’s chest. You took his hand in yours drawing comforting circles on it. You took his hand up to your lips placing soft kisses on his knuckles and feeling his tense body slowly relax from your affection.

“Your hands are the same hands you kill and trap curses with. Your hair and body are the same which get covered with their blood. The same as mine. My hair, my hands, my face, my lips - everything has once been covered in the disgusting blood and guts of curses. Yet that’s never scared or pushed you away and neither has it disgusted or pushed me away…”

He looked back into your soft eyes, which were pleading for him to understand. To understand that nothing like that can push you away.

“So why would your mouth, your lips, your tongue be any different to me than any other part of your body? I understand it's terrifying and disgusting to you to think that horrible taste can stick to me, but I promise you, it won’t. Just like curses don’t defy any other part of your body they don’t defy your lips”

You can see how your words comforted him by the way his shoulders relaxed. He squeezed your hand and searched for your touch. He felt how you slowly chipped away at his insecurity and replaced it with your love. He wanted to keep his walls up. He was so terrified of disgusting you away, but it was hard not to believe your words which were filled with nothing but sincerity. The only thing he wanted to do now was rip this bandate off, never realizing how much he wanted to feel your lips on his. This beautiful yearning for your kiss was just always clouded by his fear, but now that you broke down his insecurity he could let you in.

His hands moved up to cup your face careful to hold the burning end of the cigarette away from you and he could feel himself start to trembe. Still terrified you’d hate him if he kissed you. That you’d run away from him and leave forever. Your reassuring eyes met his and silenced the fast beat of his heart in his ears. Finally, you granted him the confidence and security to kiss you. Just like that, he lowered his head towards yours still a bit unsure of what he was doing. Your hands snaked up to his neck under his arms and leaned towards him. Your fingers played with the strands of hair on the base of his neck hoping to comfort him and show him that everything was ok.

Your lips connected. You felt the softness of Suguru’s lips on yours. A contrast to your slightly chapped ones from the cold. His lips were warm and left a comforting sensation on yours, warming you from the cold outside air. And just as quickly as you felt them on your lips he pulled away far enough to look at your expression. The weight of what had happened settled in Suguru’s mind and

his fear returned, waiting impatiently for your response and thinking of the worst. His mind started to play a bunch of scenarios of how you were frantically wiping at your lips and looking at him with disgust or running to the bathroom because of the taste of his lips. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t see the soft smile on your lips as you looked up at him.

“Suguru, your lips are so soft? How the hell do you keep them like that in this cold ass weather”

You opted for playful banter to bring down his nerves. To show him you were still here and that you loved feeling his lips on yours.

“They are?!”

Suguru’s words came out a bit more surprised than he wanted to. Perhaps because he put all his worries in them from waiting for your response for what felt like ages to him.

“Yes! And they taste like the cherry lollipop you had earlier”

You let out a soft laugh and now Suguru felt stupid. Stupid that he delayed this beautiful feeling for so long. Stupid for thinking you’d be disgusted. Stupid for thinking you’d leave him over this. The relief overwhelmed him so he pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face in the crook of your neck while putting out his cigarette in the ashtray. You did the same and intertwined your hands with his raven strands scratching and tugging at his hair comfortingly. His fear wasn’t completely gone, but this was already a step he never thought he’d overcome and the fact that you helped him so effortlessly and made him feel so safe made his love for you only grow stronger.

“I love you y/n, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever been with. The girl with the most beautiful soft lips”

“Awwww I love you too, my mushy Suguru”

He let out a sigh from your remark and smiled into your neck. He felt the way your body slowly warmed up from his touch. You both knew you’d move with baby steps. This fear isn’t something you can fix overnight. Despite this Suguru knew you’d be ok. The way you could make him open up and feel safe with his vulnerability was truly baffling to him, but that’s exactly why you knew you’d be ok and you’d battle this together.

God, he loved you so much.