Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] ”Hey, you’re okay..” Pt. 2 | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff+angst+more fluff

Note: <33 yes tyty :3 I’ll do the all that ‘cept the smut bc I’m shit at that (like maybe in the future i’ll try on a diff acc but not now no no no.. 😶 I’ll stick to reading it for now (haven’t in a long time tho 💀))

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He realized how close he was to Giyuu. Both the Hashira turned red at the realization but neither moved. Sanemi’s hand was on Giyuu’s cheek, having been inspecting the burnt lip, and the hand slowly brushed Giyuu’s mouth lightly, carefully. Their gazes met and their eyes fluttered shut as Giyuu leaned down ever so slightly, closing the space between them.

Sanemi wrapped his arms around Giyuu, the tea cups forgotten on the floor. Their lips interlocked and they moved in sync, their bodies, their mouths, their breath. Sanemi’s hands laced through Giyuu’s thick hair, pulling him towards himself like a magnet. They only parted when Giyuu felt the need to draw up for air and the two Hashira gazed at each other in a sort of daze. Then, quickly realizing what happened, both scrambled back, flushed.

“E-Eh, sorry,” Sanemi muttered quickly, getting up. “I’ll.. go wet a cloth for you lip.”

Giyuu nodded a little too quickly and once Sanemi had left, he buried his face in the bed sheets, embarrassed. Had he just kissed Sanemi..?

And then Sanemi was back with a towel. He crouched next to Giyuu and held it to him, not exactly meeting his eyes. The two sat silently, Giyuu tending to his lip and Sanemi drinking his tea to avoid having to say something. Finally, though, Giyuu said, “W..why did you kiss me?”—except that onnly made everything 100 times more awkward and he quickly relapsed into silence.

Sanemi eventually responded though, feeling he shouldn’t just leave Giyuu hanging. “Because… uh.. Well, why did you not push me away?”

Giyuu turned bright red and said nothing for a moment, leaving Sanemi to think he shouldn’t have said that. But then Giyuu whispered, “I don’t know.. I wanted to keep.. uh.. nevermind.”

(I keep typing their names wrong help.. I wrote Giuu and Sanmi- 🥲)

He didn’t have to continue, because Sanemi knew what he was going to say. He wanted to keep going. And so, Sanemi propped himself up, setting his cup a safe distance away, and scooted closer to Giyuu. He set his hands on Giyuu’s shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss, pausing for a fraction of a second incase Giyuu decided against it. When he didn’t, he pressed his lips against Giyuu’s and kissed him.

Sanemi pulled away, this time, and looked Giyuu in the eye. “Tomioka. Tell me, how do you feel about me?” he asked, going straight to the point.

“Eh?!” Giyuu said, aghast, not having expected that. “I.. Uhm.. Yes?”

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll go first. Tomioka, I like you. Surprisingly, though. Not sure why. But yeah.”

“Oh..!” Giyuu’s eyes widened and he froze. “You do?”

“Was that not already obvious? We just kissed! Twice! And both times I initiated it!” Sanemi said incredulously.

“Right,” Giyuu mumbled. He took a deep breath. “Well, ah, I think I like you as well.”

“You think? Give me a forward answer, not a ‘I don’t know’ one,” Sanemi huffed, crossing his arms.

“Sorry, I’m just surprised. Well, then, I do like you too,” Giyuu corrected, flushing.

“Better. And great. Would you consider being my boyfriend?” Sanemi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Giyuu, still processing what was happening, nodded absently, his mind going blank. Then he blinked and realized what just happened. He turned red and turned away from Sanemi, his face in his hands, his mind only just comprehending all of this. 

Sanemi laughed at his reaction and ruffled his hair then got up. “I’m going to put our tea back in the kitchen before we knock it down, I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” Giyuu curled into a ball and screamed silently in whatever he was feeling right now—overwhelmed from shock, flustered, happy, and so much he didn’t know how to translate. Then he felt arms drape around his body and he moved his head slightly to look up. Sanemi smiled down at him and said, “You’re so naive when it comes to shit like this, no?”

Giyuu nodded despite himself. He really had no idea what he was supposed to do. Then a thought occured to him. “Are we.. are we even allowed to date? As Hashira and everything..?”

“Of course we are, Uzui literally had three wives!” Sanemi said, exhasperated. He untangled himself from Giyuu to sit next to him.

“But.. his wives aren’t Hashira! And they’re often with him so he can protect him,” Giyuu said, hesitently.

“We’re both Hashira, we can protect ourselves. I don’t know where all this worry is coming from, but drop it because nobody cares.” Sanemi hugged him in an uncharacteristically comforting way and kissed his cheek. “Stop worrying, Tomioka.”

(Watch me struggle to write uncharacteristically-)

Giyuu nodded, less reluctant now. He paused, thinking about something. Then he said, his voice quiet, “Could you call me by my first name?”

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Sure, why not?” 

Giyuu smiled slightly, much to Sanemi’s surprise, and said, “Could I call you Sanemi?”

His name on Giyuu’s mouth was so sweetly said and tender that Sanemi blushed lightly and nodded, turning to face the other way. Giyuu’s smile still played on his lips as he nuzzled Sanemi softly. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“For helping me earlier with the mission and for everything since then,” Giyuu said, relaxing against Sanemi’s touch.

“Mm, sure, of course. Hey, To- Uh, Giyuu, do you want out relationship to be known by other people or kept quiet?” Sanemi asked, looking over back at Giyuu.

“What do you want?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I- Fine. Well, for now, I want it quiet, I guess. Like, just between us. It makes it more special, in a way. Like a secret only we know,” Giyuu said, nodding to himself.

Sanemi smiled at this and cuddled closer to Giyuu. “Of course.”

“Thank you.”

“Stop saying that it’s making me seem ungrateful,” Sanemi grumbled.

“Huh? Why?”

“Because only you’re say that!” he pointed out, huffing.

A laugh, soft and only for a second but still so wonderful, slipped out of Giyuu’s mouth. Sanemi’s eyes widened and he turned to look at him. “You know.. your laugh is so pretty,” he said, almost in wonder.

“Oh, shut up,” Giyuu sighed.

“I’m being honest!”

“Sure.”

“Really!”

“Mm..”

“But.. can I ask why I’ve never seen you laugh or smile before.. before today?” Sanemi asked, suddenly curious.

Giyuu tensed and didn’t meet his gaze as he said, “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” Sanemi said, his voice low. “I’m sorry, is this a touchy subject?”

“No, I.. Well you already know more about me than most people.. There’s no harm in telling you, I suppose. Just promise me you won’t chastise me or something, okay?” Giyuu said quietly, still not looking at Sanemi.

“Yes, but why would I?” he agreed, more curious than ever.

“Because.. because Tsutako, my sister, and Sabito, my friend, they.. ah.. they both died when I was young and they had both been the people who I cared for the most. I stopped smiling because they were the people who had made me smile, but they were gone now, and.. and I couldn’t bear to be happy with both of them dead,” Giyuu whispered, his voice so quiet Sanemi had to strain to hear despite their closeness. “That’s… that’s why I distanced myself from people because I didn’t want anyone to get me to be happy when I felt I could never be with both of them gone.”

“Oh.. I.. When did that change?” Sanemi said, unsure what to say.

“It didn’t.”

“You talk about it in past tense, though,” he pointed out.

“Well.. it’s still in the present.”

“Why.. why did you smile and laugh just a minute ago then?”

“I don’t know..!” Giyuu said, a hysterical laugh bubbling up in his throat. “I don’t know, okay? You just.. just made me happy. I don’t know! I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.” He started rocking back and forth in a panic, his mind and heart racing. He shut his eyes tightly and his head buried into his knees. He formed himself a protective ball and tears poured down his cheeks as he tried desperately to calm down. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered, choking on his words. “I’m sorry.” 

Sanemi, frozen in shock and confusion, did nothing at first. He used to have random bursts of panic like this—a panic attack, he had been told it was—and he couldn’t remember how he’d calmed down. It was.. how had he done it? He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. Panicking would make it worse for Giyuu. Nevertheless, his voice was breathless and he struggled to think of what to say. He put a shaky hand on Giyuu’s back trying to get him to stop rocking back in forth, the movement making Sanemi sick to the stomach. “G..Giyuu, it’s.. it’s okay, don’t cry. Uh. Uhm.” Sanemi’s mind drew blank and he didn’t know what to do. He watched in desperation as Giyuu continued to cry. 

Then he remembered something. Something vague. Breathing. Control your breathing. Or was that for his training? Could it work here? He’d been taught to control his fear, but that wouldn’t help now, so.. So Giyuu should calm down by breathing. 

A distant memory of his mother rocking him back and forth, telling him to breath deeply surfaced in Sanemi’s mind. He paused, then nodded to himself. He breathed in and out, calming himself so he could properly help Giyuu. Yes, mother, he thought. I’ll do what you did. I’ll help Giyuu.

He put his hand on the small of Giyuu’s back moving it in circles as his mother had done with him. Sanemi felt Giyuu tense and he decided that he should speak to make sure he knew that it was okay, that he was safe.

He said, “It’s alright. It’s just me, uh, Sanemi. I.. Breathe deeply, okay? Like, uhm, in and out, and.. you know?” Sanemi realized he was absolute shit at this.

He let out a shaky breath then embraced Giyuu, stopping the rocking momentarily. “Giyuu, it’s alright. You can smile and laugh as much as you want and nobody will blame you if you can’t. Your sister and friend would love to see you smile as much as I do so don’t allow yourself to close off because they would’ve liked you to be happy and live the life they couldn’t, I’m sure. Just.. just breathe in and out. Can you count?” Sanemi said, starting to get the hang of it. His voice came out calmer and steadier than before and he continued. “Put your hand on my chest.” He guided Giyuu’s hand to his heart and said, “Do you feel my heart? And when my chest lifts and falls?”

He didn’t wait for Giyuu to nod and simply went on. “Each time it rises, breath in, each time it goes down, breathe out. Can you do that for me?”

Giyuu, feeling slightly calmer at Sanemi’s soothing talk, nodded absently. Sanemi breathed in, and Giyuu felt this and mimicked the movement. The two breathed out together, and after a minute of this, their breaths fell in sync and Giyuu stopped shaking. He would hiccup occasionally, his head still turned away from Sanemi. The room was quiet, filled with only their breathing. 

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Sanemi’s arms stayed around Giyuu, holding him in a warm embrace.

In and out. In and out.

Giyuu’s body relaxed and his tears stopped falling.

In and out. In and out.

Sanemi sighed softly and he shifted. Giyuu’s hand fell from Sanemi’s chest and onto his lap.

In and out.

“Thank you,” Giyuu whispered. “And sorry.”

Sanemi looked up, smiling weakly at Giyuu. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I don’t care,” he said, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. “Sorry anyways,” he repeated. Giyuu leaned onto Sanemi who held him tighter in his arms. 

“I’m not going to accept the apology, then,” Sanemi said, his head resting on Giyuu’s shoulder. 

Giyuu sighed. “Fine.”

Sanemi smiled. “Love you, Giyuu.”

Surprised, Giyuu looked up, nearly crashing into Sanemi’s head. “Huh-? Oh, sorry-“

Sanemi almost laughed and just scooted away a little so Giyuu could turn without injuring Sanemi. “I said I love you, you idiot.”

“Why would you love an idiot?-” Giyuu asked, cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t know, I just do,” Sanemi said, shrugging.

“Fair enough.” Giyuu sat up slightly and leaned over, kissing Sanemi breifly. “Love you too.”

Sanemi smiled contently, lifting Giyuu onto his lap. He cuddled him gently and Giyuu made himself comfortable through Sanemi’s touch. 

“You know, I panicked when you did because I didn’t know what to do,” Sanemi admitted, after a moment of silence.

“You did? I thought you did really good,” Giyuu said, laying his head down on Sanemi’s chest.

“Did you? Thanks. I was worried because I didn’t know what to do but then remembered what my mom used to do, so I did that.”

“Oh? That’s nice,” Giyuu said, closing his eyes.

“Are you tired? You should sleep, if you are,” Sanemi murmured, resting his own head on Giyuu’s.

“What about training?” 

“We can do that later, it’s only noon,” Sanemi said.

“Alright then,” Giyuu said. He settled in Sanemi’s arms and slowly drifted off to sleep.

{Word count: 2222}

😋loving the word count (I kept going till I got there on purpose lmao-)

Anyways writing this was so fucking comforting like oml.. </3

SORRY I DIDN’T WRITE THIS FOR SO LONG BUT I KEPT GETTING STUCK I’M SORRY

I meant at least I finished, no? 

(for the part where they were panicking, sorry if I wrote it unaccurately, I wrote it from how I’ve seen it depicted from books/ff’s I’ve read over the time not actual experience (luckily-). Though I guess slightly yes? anyways, yeah, sorry-)

Okay, bye bye loves<3