Timid
“Timid,” you say aloud.
“Timid!” Rangiku bawls to the room of drunks, and Kenpachi Zaraki hurls Hanataro Yamada across the space with a shout of “Catch!”. Hanataro hits the wall about an inch to your left and slides to the floor with a groan.
“Geez, Zaraki, you crazy idiot, you broke Yamada!” Rangiku hollers back, before downing another bottle of sake.
You, meanwhile, crouch beside Hanataro, shaking your head. “Are you alright, Taro?”
“I’m okay,” he says as he pulls himself up onto an elbow. “I’m used to this sort of thing by now, you know?” He takes your offered hand and gets up, limping to the closet.
The door slams behind you with a resounding bang and you help Hanataro sit, leaning him against your side. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Hanataro leans back to you. “Yeah. Thanks for asking, though.”
A few moments of silence pass and you try to ignore the warm back pressed into your side. Finally you open your mouth. “I was really impressed when you tried to save Rukia. It was brave.”
“Huh? Oh—uh—thanks. I was scared out of my mind… I thought I was going to die.”
“But you did it anyway, because you knew it was right.”
You can hear his smile. “And I almost passed out and disgraced myself because of it. But I am proud I did it, even if I didn’t get to go out and get killed by Captain Kuchiki.”
You put your arms around his waist and cuddle him. “You’re so cute, Hanataro! I can barely stand it!”
“Wuh—what?”
“You get bullied all the time, but you still had the guts to stand up for your beliefs. Plus I’m a sucker for guys with blue eyes.” You grin at him as he stares back at you, stunned.
“You mean… You actually like me? Like, seriously like me?”
“Yes.” You say with complete seriousness, laying your forehead on his shoulder. “I do seriously like you, and I seriously want to be your girlfriend.”
Hanataro’s stunned silence makes you fear he might faint.
“You okay?”
“Better than okay,” he says, sounding vaguely dazed. “I love you!” His lower lip hits your nose as he tries to kiss you, and, in turning around, he bangs his head on the wall, but finally you correct his aim.
“Hold still, Taro, before you accidentally kill yourself.” Cupping his cheeks, you turn his head slightly and peck him on the lips. They are incredibly soft, although chapped, and as you pull away Hanataro follows you. Your lips meet again, longer, sweeter, as his arms come around your back.
Knowing Hanataro, he’s more likely to fly than make a bigger move—so you catch the front of his uniform and pull him down on top of you, laving his upper lip with the tip of your tongue. “Taro…”
“Mm?”
“Open your mouth, please?”
He complies and your tongue slips gently against his, your hands riding the shiver that travels down his back. Soft, wooly heat envelopes the room, pressing down on you and your lover as you peck both his cheeks and then tag the tip of his nose.
“I love you too, Taro.”
Working his wrap down takes some doing; but soon your mouth has found his shoulder and your fingers play with his navel, swirling gingerly. Hanataro, panting, clings to your back, making quiet, needy sounds as you suck on his throat. From the way he’s whimpering, you guess he’s never felt passion. Your lips press to his chest, tasting a faint tang of salt.
His heart flutters against your cheek as you roll him onto his back and lay with your head on his chest, drawing lazy circles with a forefinger on skin that is apparently screamingly sensitive—at least judging from the squirming of Hanataro’s slender body. “Easy,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to… Uh…” You blush. You’ve practically ravaged the poor guy, and now he can’t quite get his breath steady.
He laughs. “So I’m not the only one who’s surprised, then. Good. I was feeling lonely.”
“I can see that.”
Hanataro laces his fingers with yours on his stomach and sighs contentedly. “I love you. Will you come back to the 4th Division with me? I—I’d like you to be there when I come back every night.”
You smile and kiss his bicep. “Are you going to be out late?”
“No, never, once I know you’re waiting for me.”
“Wow, looks like Yamada got some serious action from the shaman girl,” Ikkaku Madarame’s voice says, not unapprovingly.
Rangiku pops her head around the doorframe. “You’re right! Looks like they got lai—“ Captain Hitsugaya claps both hands over Rangiku’s mouth.
At the sound of Ikkaku’s voice, you had begun helping a furiously blushing Hanataro to pull his robes back on straight. You can feel the burn on his cheeks and ears, and kiss both gently. “There’s nothing to be worried about, Taro—they’re all so hammered they’ll have forgotten this by morning, if they haven’t already.”
“You didn’t answer me, _______-- will you come back to the 4th Division with me?”
“I thought the answer was pretty obvious, but I guess not…. Yes!” You hurl both arms around his neck and kiss him to a chorus of wolf whistles and encouraging stomps.
so cute love it
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