Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Closet love | {RenGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff!

“Listen. If you two are going to continue being clueless, go in the closet and fucking figure things out!” Shinobu said, her hands on her hips as she looked upon the two Hashira. “You both are still unfit to go on missions so as long as you have time to kill, might as well make a move, understood?”

Kyojuro and Giyuu stared at her. No, no they didn’t understand. 

She sighed. “You two will be the death of me. Fine, I’ll give you a prompt. Both of you—stand up,” she ordered.

They stood.

“Follow me.”

She stalked off to one of the guest rooms and opened the door, raising her eyebrows. “Go in,” she told them.

They walked hesitantly inside. 

“Alright, I’ll trust you’ll use whatever you trained your night vision for the two of you to be able to see. Now, I’m going to keep you two closed in here for some time for you to figure things out,” she said, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.

“Figure out what?” Kyojuro asked curiously, finally speaking up. 

Shinobu gave him an irritated look and slammed the door shut, locking it quickly from the outside. “I won’t forget about you two so don’t try breaking the door down. There’s a pocket watch in there somewhere so if you find it, use that. If I don’t come back by midnight then I probably did forget about you,” she said, walking to the door.

Kyojuro whined and Giyuu stayed quiet, his eyes trying to focus in the dark.

“What about the prompt you said about?” the Flame Hashira asked as Shinobu could be heard  opening the door to go out the room.

“Right! What word starts with an L, ends with an E and is an emotion or feeling you two feel for each other? Four letters in total, should be easy, get it over with,” she said, leaving.

“Wha-” Kyojuro started, but he heard the door click shut. “Sorry, Tomioka,” he apologized after a minute of silence.

“Mm,” Giyuu hummed, his eyes closed.

They sat in uncomfortable positions against the walls, trying to stay furthest they could from one another.

“It’s… a tight space, no?” he commented, waiting for any sort of response from the raven—though he got very little.

“Mhm.” 

“Can you see yet? I can’t really, there’s not light coming from under the door so it’s a lot harder for me when there isn’t any obvious source of light helping me see,” Kyojuro said, shifting slightly.

Giyuu opened his eyes, met with a dim outline of Kyojuro and the space around them. “I can see a bit,” he said.

Surprised, Kyojuro laughed. “That’s the most of you’ve said to me in a while. Five words!” 

“I prefer to be silent,” Giyuu remarked.

“I’ve noticed! Should I stay quiet?” 

“I admire your talkativeness. You may continue,” he said, his voice holding a light quiver in it. Some sort of nervousness.

Kyojuro beamed, his smile so bright it probably could’ve provided them light if not for Giyuu closing his eyes again. “Thank you, Tomioka! What do you think Kocho meant? About the L and E and uh… I forget!” 

“Do you forget things easily?” Giyuu asked, opening his eyes a bit.

“Not particularily! I suppose I was paying attention to you more so than her words and it slipped my mind!!” the fiery Hashira said thoughtfully.

“Ah.”

“Say, Tomioka, she said we both feel this way about each other! Do you know what it is?” he asked, completely from curiousity—he had no idea what Shinobu had meant somehow.

Giyuu had… unfortunately, as he told himself, understood what she’d meant. “…No,” he lied. 

“You hesitated!” Kyojuro pointed out.

“I didn’t!” Giyuu said defiantly, sounding so childish that Kyojuro laughed again. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing! She said we had to ‘figure it out’ to get out, so we should try to, right?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Mm.”

“Okay! What starts with an L… and ends with an E?” Kyojuro thought aloud, tapping his chin in a comical manner. “Hm! L….Lane?” he said, confused. “No, she said it was a feeling, right? Lonely? No, that doesn’t end with an E. Hm…”

Although Giyuu was quite lonely often, he thought to himself. At least he appeared lonely.

“Are you lonely often, Tomioka?” Kyojuro asked, forgetting that he probably shouldn’t ask that.

“What?…” 

Yes, he probably should not have. But it was too late to take back the words. “Are you lonely?” 

Giyuu was quite for a moment and Kyojuro was about to offer to change the subject when he said, “Sometimes.”

“Awhh, why don’t you go hang out with me?” Kyojuro said.

“Because I prefer to be alone.”

“But then you’ll be lonely!”

“I said sometimes.”

“But… Tomioka?” he said, having a sudden thought. 

“Hm?”

“Are you just bad at socilizing?”

Giyuu paused. “Oh.” 

“Oh? What does that mean?”

“Uhm…” he stuttered, shifting on his spot on the floor. Fuck.

“Should we change the subject?” Kyojuro offered, not really minding the way they skipped around. 

“Yes. I’d… appreciate it,” Giyuu said.

“Okay! I’m going to move a bit, okay? I’m a little uncomfortable,” Kyojuro said, moving around.

“You are? Should I stand?” he asked, wanting to move around a bit anyways. 

“It’s okay!” Kyojuro said, but Giyuu had already started to stand.

Due to the lack of light, Kyojuro didn’t realize this fast enough and his chin went crashing against Giyuu’s head. The stumbled backwards against the walls, their legs somehow ending up tangled together in all the confusion.

“Ahhh… sorry,” Kyojuro apologized when they finally stopped moving, though they were as uncomfortable as ever, their legs entwined together and their backs pressed against the wall. 

“It’s… fine.” No, no it wasn’t. Giyuu was flushed at their physical contact, never having been so close to someone like this in a long time. He was suddenly grateful for the darkness and he shut his eyes tightly, trying to breathe out the red hue framing his cheeks.

“Ehm… how do we move out of this position?” Kyojuro asked uncertainly. 

“I… don’t know,” Giyuu mumbled. 

“Okay… Okay, how about we try to sit down? Then maybe we can make sense of everything. I’m starting to see better now,” Kyojuro said, nodding to himself though Giyuu only new that for the sound of fabric moving.

“Mm…’kay.” 

They descended upon the ground (that sounds… goofy in this context) ever so slowly, seperating from the support of the wall as they did so.

Then they sat quietly on the ground, their legs crossed against each other. Neither said anything for a minute, unsure if there even was anything to say. Giyuu was fighting to keep his breath as normal as it kept rising with his heartbeat with an uncomfortable feeling of… something he’d rather not acknowledge.

“I think I figured out how to get out,” Kyojuro said, his voice oddly quieter. 

“Mm… How?” Giyuu asked, not sure if he even wanted to untangle himself.

“We have to uncross our legs in some ways. It’s better to just do it, there’s now real way to explain I suppose,” he explained. He seemed to prop himself up, his legs brushing against Giyuu’s. His hand slipped between their entangled limbs and, at the touch, Giyuu flinched.

“Sorry! I’m sorry, am I moving too much?” Kyojuro asked—totally not making the author struggle to not make this sound sexual as fuck.

“No…” Giyuu said, his voice tense. “It’s fine, we’re almost out.”

“Right…” Kyojuro continued until he was free, his hand lightly hovering over Giyuu’s thigh—somewhat unknowingly to himself—for a second as he pulled away.

It was silent again and Giyuu took this as a time to gather himself up; his thoughts and his heart. 

But then Kyojuro leaned closer, his hand lifting Giyuu’s chin up to face him and the butterflies in Giyuu’s stomach went berserk. 

“Are you alright, Tomioka? I could tell you appeared to be as if you’d run around the world a couple times,” he asked, obvious concern lacing through his words.

You aren’t making it better!! Giyuu thought furiously. He shook his head. “I’m fine… Don’t worry about me, Rengoku.”

“You sure? Your breathing is faster than per normal and your pulse…” Kyojuro trailed off, his hand brushing against Giyuu’s neck. “-is also faster,” he decided.

“I’m… you’re just…” Giyuu hesitated. 

“I’m what?” Kyojuro asked, not moving from his position over Giyuu for reasons unknown to the both of them. 

“Too… close,” Giyuu whispered, his face erupting more so at his own words.

“Oh. I’m sorry!!” Kyojuro said, skittering away. He pressed against the wall as if it would give them more room. 

The warmth of his hand on Giyuu’s chin was gone and he let his head hang down against his chest, breathing slowly. “It’s fine,” he repeated. “I’m fine.”

It was quiet, then, growing from an awkward silence to a deafening one, both Hashira shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

Kyojuro couldn’t take it anymore, not used to the silence as much as Giyuu was, and said abruptly, “Is it love?”

“What?” Giyuu asked, startled. His finally calmed pulse quickened again and he cursed himself at his stupidity. 

“What Kocho said… Four letter word, starts with an L, ends with an E, an emotion or feeling… we both feel,” Kyojuro said, his voice faltering at the end. “I… I can’t speak for you, but I certainly feel, what I presume is love, for you, Tomioka. I didn’t think it would be this… because you seemed to bored with my talking. Your responses were short and often not much to show you gave care to what I said. But you… just now, you said… you said you were like that because I was close. Other times… other times I’ve noticed other people or Hashira around you, in similar proximity although not situation… You never reacted with much but annoyance for them. I… I’m sorry, this is just me thinking out loud, pay no mind to it, Tomioka,” he rambled.

Then the silence was back. 

But only for a minute.

“I’m going to fucking regret this,” Giyuu started, making Kyojuro look up in surprise. He’d not expected a response. Neither of them had. “Rengoku, that might be it. What you said about the… word. If it’s true on your side as… as well, then it is most likely the correct answer.” He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. “I said I admired your talkativeness earlier. That was only half the truth. I admire you as a whole, as a Hashira and a person and… a friend. I couldn’t imagine the Hashira being whole without you—I couldn’t imagine myself without you. I don’t understand why; I barely speak to you. But it is what it is and… it’s true.”

He stopped, then, feeling he’d spoken way too much. Said way too much and Kyojuro would get disgusted and burst out the door and tell everyone what a weird person Giyuu was and-

“Tomioka, can you open your eyes?” Kyojuro asked.

“…how do you know they’re closed?” Giyuu said quietly. “I thought you couldn’t see.”

“I got used to the dark,” he said, waving off the question. 

“Oh.”

Giyuu opened his eyes, blinking several times. Kyojuro was standing now—when had that happened?—and he held out a hand to Giyuu.

He took is and then they were both standing, their eyes locked to one anothers.

“Tomioka, I find such affection for you inside me when I see you, or even think of you,” Kyojuo said, his hand entwined against Giyuu’s. 

“But why?”

“Why? Is that a trick question? As you said about myself—which I feel is quite rude of me to not say anything to so I will tell you now that what you said just made me the happiest man to exist—I admire you greatly. And I feel that you are one of the most amazing people in my life. One of the people who have made me open my eyes widely and wish I could take you in whole, keep you for myself, no matter how selfish it may be.” Kyojuro paused then, averting his eyes. “I never made a move for fear you weren’t… into men. Into me, specifically. And I’m still unsure of it. I’m unsure if all what you said came solely from the kindness in your heart and you’re simply wanting me to be happy. Or to stop pushing. So if it is that, please stop me. Stop me before I do anything you’ll hate me for. That I’ll regret.”

He got nothing in response, no movement, no words, just… silence.

He looked up and was met with Giyuu’s eyes, shining somehow, despite the lack of light. 

Once their eyes met, Giyuu spoke, his voice insistant and almost commanding. “Rengoku… I don’t think anything you could do would make me hate you. In fact, if you will go and say all of that, I’m going to put up the same rules. I want to do something right now and… and if I go too far, please push me away. Just… be as harsh as you want, if I’m reading everything wrong that’s my fault and I must take the blame.”

“Wha-?” Kyojuro started, but lips were pressed against his and his eyes widened. For a moment, he couldn’t think, he didn’t know what to do. But then he kissed back, his sturdy arms wrapping around Giyuu’s waist, almost as if he’d expected it. 

Hashira… are quick to react, quick to focus on what’s happening in whatever situation, quick to adapt. 

But they were trained to be like this in fighting. They were trained to be like this while threatened by life or death situations and an art of something magical in such a bad way, forming dangerous days and death right around the corner. They weren’t trained for relationships in any way. Nobody ever said how difficult it could be to understand the emotions and feelings of a human being. Nobody ever warned them about… this.

And yet you must collect yourself as you were taught. You must take on the situation, analyze it or just dive straight in. Don’t think too much about it, just do it and survive. Even if the situation isn’t the dire from the outside, once you’re in it… how would you react?

They pulled apart, their lungs aching for air, their face flushed with other than embarrassment. 

Love

It was the answer to the most obvious question ever, wasn’t it?

And yet neither had grasped it, not because they were stupid but because they didn’t believe it. 

But it was true. It was very much true.

Giyuu… smiled, then. A tentative, hesitant, unsure smile. But a smile all the same. 

And it was bright. And beautiful. And it lit up the whole closet.

Wait, it lit up-

Shinobu’s face popped up in their vision and the two Hashira blinked furiously, trying to get used to the light that spilled into the closed space. 

“Why hello you two gay shits. Looks like you’ve figured everything out? I’ll let you out now. I don’t want you fucking in my house,” she said, herding them out of the closet. “Go back to your rooms. I’ll let you two out of here tomorrow because I’m worried what you two might do if I let you out before you think things out more.”

Giyuu and Kyojuro stumbled out, less so from the light and more so from embarrassment. 

As Shinobu left, trusting them to know their way back, Kyojuro turned to Giyuu.

“Tomioka!”

“Hm?”

“Tomorrow, after she lets us leave, do you want to go out for lunch?” Kyojuro asked, sounding more nervous than usual.

“I… would love that,” Giyuu mumbled, his hands on his cheeks in attempts to cool them down.

Kyojuro smiled, recieving a small smile in return. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

{Word count: 2568}

This was longer than I’d anticipated!! 

and it was cute!! Yayy!!

…nd my mom is forcing me to eat lunch 

please tell me you weren’t expecting anything else bc of the name HELP