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raysrays · 2 months

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Professor! Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader

TW: Student/Professor Relationship, suggestive themes

-Comment if there are any other Hashira you’d like me to write about!

History was a required course for your college major, and while it wasn't your favorite, it certainly wasn't the worst. The workload was manageable, and your peers were fine. However, what made the course truly interesting was the professor, Kyojuro Rengoku, a master of history.

He always seemed to be in a good mood, radiating positivity, complimented with an extremely loud demeanor 24/7. Despite this, his happy-go-lucky attitude was one of the reasons you bothered showing up to class.

More often than you'd like to admit, you found yourself captivated by him rather than the material he presented on the blackboard behind him. Something about his white button-up shirt fitting snugly against his tall, muscular frame was incredibly captivating. You couldn't help but feel a rush of heat whenever he glanced your way. Perhaps it was just your imagination, but it always seemed like his eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer than the others.

Surely not. It's most likely just your imagination. While you do enjoy school, you've always made an attempt not to stand out too much. So why would Professor Rengoku have any reason to look your way?

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Suddenly, you notice him standing in front of you, looking concerned. You snap out of your trance and glance around the classroom, seeing the empty desks. Class is already over?

You scramble to your feet, trying to put all your things back into your bag. "I'm so sorry, Professor. I must have dozed off. I'll get out of your way in just a moment." The embarrassment overwhelms you. There you were, just thinking about him, and now he's caught you daydreaming.

In the midst of your desperate attempt to pack your notebooks back into your bag, you notice him place his hand on top of yours, stopping you.

"Slow down, Y/n. Just calm down. There's no need to get all flustered. I was simply checking on you to make sure you were alright!" He smiles reassuringly.

Suddenly, you feel your heartbeat slowly calming down, and your body feels more relaxed. He wasn't angry or put off. That's good. You raise your head to meet his eyes, and to your surprise, you weren't met with his usual happy smile; this time, you see a genuine concerned look on his face. You were shocked.

"Is everything okay lately, Y/n? I've noticed you've been slightly lacking in class lately, but I didn't think it was necessary to say anything until now. Are you not feeling alright?" His voice was quieter, and his tone sincere. This wasn't the Professor Rengoku you were used to at all.

It was true you hadn't been at the top of your game lately when it came to school, but not anything a professor with hundreds of students would ever notice. Or so you thought.

"I really am sorry, Professor. I've just been a little not myself lately. I promise I'll get back on track soon."

His concerned look turns back into his usual kind smile.

“That’s great to hear! You are a wonderful student! I look forward to getting to see you everyday-“ he stops himself he looking a little nervous. He said more than he was supposed to.

You noticed his hand his still on top on yours. Did he mean it? He looked forward to seeing you? Why?

He must have also noticed because he pulled his hand back standing up straight. You noticed a small blush on his cheeks.

“I apologize, I shouldn’t have said something that could be misinterpreted as unprofessional. I just mean you are a great student and I really enjoy lecturing to people who appreciate it.” He laughed nervously trying to cover up what he had just said.

The realization of the situation finally hit you, did professor Rengoku really like you? I mean he can notice you aren’t feeling your best but he always asks the poor boy that sits up at the front of the class what his name is because he can’t remember.

“Is that really all it is?” You ask with a small grin on your face. Where did this confidence come from? You’ve always considered him to be attractive but you never really thought it would go anywhere.

He looks a little taken aback by the question his smile looking a little unsure now. He glances down at his wrist watch. It’s almost time for his next lecture.

“Y/n I’d hate to let one of my students fall behind perhaps you should stay after class next week and we should try and catch you up.” He looked back at you hopeful.

Staying after class with professor Rengoku… you’re really not even that far behind. But now you starting to wonder if you can get something more out of him than just notes.

“Yes I’ll stay after. I appreciate the offer.” Your voice sounds a little more flirty than before.

He takes notice of this and nods. “Great! I look forward to it.” You couldn’t help but notice to shift in his tone as well.

you guess you didn’t mind playing teachers pet. Now that you know it’s not just some hopeless fantasy.

Staying after class with professor Rengoku. This should be fun.

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kakushino · 9 months

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Extra credit

A birthday blurb for my dear friend @witchy-scribblings - I hope you have an amazing day! Here is your food!

Friday after school hours found you in the history classroom alone with your teacher, Rengoku Kyojuro. There was some… extra credit you needed to get.

Warm hands guided you down his length, each inch you took earning you praise.

“Mhm, keep it up, dear. You’re doing amazing.”

He’d never been much for receiving oral, that is until the day you knelt down between his legs and showed him the stars for the first time. Now he couldn’t get enough, and you couldn’t stop. Kyojuro wouldn’t allow you to stop.

You choked a little, the tip of his cock bumping the back of your throat.

“Just a few more inches. You know you can take it.”

You could, it wasn’t the first time you did, but his size made this difficult every time. Tears gathered at your eyelashes as you looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, mouth slightly open, face flushed.

You pulled back a little to swirl your tongue around his tip, tasting his pre-cum and making him moan quietly.

“That’s a good pet,” he said breathlessly, fingers threading through your hair gently.

Your hand inched between your legs, trying to relieve your own frustration. Kyojuro noticed, of course he did, pulling you off of his cock and getting close to your face as you panted.

“I didn’t say you could pleasure yourself,” he whispered in a growl. “Hands where I can see them, now.”

You whined, but complied nevertheless, your palms at his thighs. “Go on now.” He fisted your hair, angling your face to the heavens, the leaking tip of his cock smearing your own saliva over your lips. “You have to earn your reward, pet.”

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sunnyandflame · 7 months

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#this picture does things to me...#I can't describe it but it fascinates and inspires me so much that I will write a complete chapter about them both in shards of glass #whoops actually I already did that #hehehehe #kny fanart #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #teacher kyojuro

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bunnyboyjuice · 3 months

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Thinking about History Teacher Rengoku and his little earthy librarian girlfriend who helps him pick out books for his class. Your hair up in a cute little scarf to match your outfit your fingers adorned with rings and your hoops on your ears, your wrist covered in those pretty beaded bracelets, your tummy out and your wearing that cute jean skirt embroidered with a cute koi fish on the side. Rengoku couldn’t help but admire you from a far peering at you from the window in your quaint little store before peaking his bright head of hair in. He stood there watching you shelf books swaying along with the music you have playing in the store. His heart growing bigger by the second as he watched you in your own little environment humming along and skimming through some of the books. Rengoku clears his throat alerting you of his presence chuckling at your wide eyed stare. “It’s only me darling, I came by on my lunch break to visit you!” He says walking closer wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. “Hi sugar.” You grin pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Did you wanna see the new books I got for the week?” You peer up at him excitedly. “Of course show me all the new ones, oh and there’s this really nice restaurant opening up downtown we should go on a date together soon.” Rengoku says swaying you side to side before letting you go off and show him you new books.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months

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I looked and looked and looked for who to credit this art for. Maybe I'm blind. Maybe I need to do alternative searches for art to use on my posts. Anyhow, I found both of these on Pinterest. If you or someone you know is the creator, please message me and I'll add the artist.

A/N = Lovely Rengoku. This man can fit into any situation and make it work ... well, maybe not ALL. But you know what I mean. This ~one-a-fucking-gain~ didn't pan out how I planned it. I was originally going to write a whole thing but it pretty much just ended itself. It worked out well, though, despite being kinda short.

C/W = I don't think there are any. Talk of nudity, a small group of nude people posing for artistic purposes. Other than that it's just a fluffy piece. Flirting between Rengoku and y/n (F!reader). Enjoy!

Sign Here X_____________

"Hey, this is beginning art, right?" You asked the man looking over the class syllabus on the wall. He looked to be close to your age, maybe a little younger. He was goddamn beautiful, too. Tall. Not an ounce of body fat in the wrong place. Muscular. Cool hair; blonde with red tips.

He looked at you. For a good 10 seconds before he said anything. Scanning over your face, stopping at your eyes and your lips. You found yourself feeling some way. Not uncomfortable, but like you were under a microscope. Being inspected.

"Yes, this is my class, beginning art."

You narrowed your eyes. "'Your class?' Oh, you mean you're in this class, too? Cool. Well, my name is y/n. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks."

"Heh, no, this is MY class. As in, I'm the instructor. I'm the everything ... actually." He said calmly and smiled at you as he put his hair back in a tight bun and you watched him walk to the oversized desk in the corner of the room.

"Hello, welcome to ...?" He rolled his hands out like as he was encouraging the classroom to interact.

"Arrrrtttt for beginnnnerssss!" Everyone participated. Even you. How could you not. This man could convince a perfectly healthy person to drink a vile of poison.

"Good job, kids," he laughed. Clearly noting the older people in the class. "In this course, we're going to learn how to draw animate and inanimate objects. Always be prepared because I will surprise you from time to time."

You looked around the class to see everyone was completely enthralled with this young man. The person to your left was a woman, maybe in her 40's. She looked nice. You leaned over and said, "I can't wait to see what kind of surprises he's talking about," and giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled back at your comment.

"Y/n, care to tell me what's so funny back there? I'm not here as a comedian. I'm here as an art teacher. So if comedy is more up your ... alley? Perhaps you would like to go to the room a few doors down and share your humor with everyone that isn't here to learn how to draw?"

You shut up real quick. "S-sorry ... uhhh, I-I don't know your name." You tilted your right ear toward him, waiting for his response.

"I was actually just getting to that before you flexed your humorous." He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You don't think he blinked the entire time, either.

"My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. Yes. It's a mouthful. Yes, you have to call me by my full name or I will kick you out of this class."

Your body sunk as he laughed. "No, not really. You can call me Kyo. I'll write it on the board in such a way it'll be simple enough to pronounce." He grabbed the chalk and began to say out loud what he was writing. "Kee-yoh. Kyo. Simple enough, yes?" He looked at you. Again. What the hell was up with him. "See, y/n, I can be funny, too."

You nodded, feeling your cheeks pink up. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of you as your face transitioned back to its original color.

"Now, what exactly is going to be a surprise in this class, you're probably wondering. I presume you all read the waiver etc. that was included in your packet? I know I got most of them back all signed. If you didn't sign one, stay after and talk to me."

Shit, you thought, I never got anything like that.

└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘

Class was only 45 minutes tonight as it was just a basic introduction about what would be covered and when.

"Y/n, may I have a moment of your time?" He sounded so relaxed when he talked. You thought about asking him what his secret was. "Did you mail in your signed waiver? I sent it out with the syllabus about 3 weeks ago?"

You started to twist your bottom lip around with your teeth. "I ... I don't - ah, I mean I didn't ever get that. None of it, Kyo."

He was taken aback by your use of his name so casually. So effortlessly.

"Hm. Look over your information here and tell me if it's correct." He handed you a planner and had you find your name.

You pointed at it.

"Here's my name, phone # and addre-" You stopped and looked at him. "This is my old address. Where did you get this from?"

You'd moved 5 months ago to a little house. But you thought you'd changed everything over before you'd even moved out.

"I got it from here, from the school."

"Ohhh, oh no. I forgot to notify the school." You got a worried look on your face. "Does that mean I'm going to be kicked out of this class?" You didn't even try to disguise your concern.

"Nooo! No, nothing like that, y/n. But I will need you to fill one out, just to cover everything."

"Cover? Cover what? You doing blood sacrifices in here or something?" You laughed.

He didn't. "Among other things, yes."

You waited for him to tell you he was kidding.

A full minute must've gone by before he gave you a half-smile, the left side of his mouth turning upward.

"There will be no sacrifices of any kind in my class, little lamb. Do not worry." He chuckled, rather darkly for someone who was trying to be reassuring.

Little lamb. You're pretty sure you had a "little" orgasm when he called you that.

"Just initial on these and sign at the bottom?" You pointed at the paper.

He put his hand next to where you were pointing, almost resting it right on top of yours.

"Mmmm ... mm-hm. Did you read what it said, y/n?"

You shook your head, quickly at first but then you slowed to an almost complete still.

"It's just about ... about art, and ... other stuff. R-right?" You swallowed hard, it hurt.

"It's basically a declaration that you're ok with nudity in any capacity. You're ok with multiple bodies being nude and draped or sitting on one another. "Basically ..." he continued, "that you're not going to file a sexual harassment claim against myself or the school because you're uncomfortable. It states very obviously that there will be profound nudity in this course. If you're NOT ok with that, then you're free to change your mind, of course. You'll get a full refund, no questions asked."

He watched your face closely for any kind of a reaction.

"Who - who will be the nude model?" You asked, trying to use your big girl voice.

"Anyone who is willing to pose. Sometimes it's someone from class. Sometimes it's someone from a newspaper ad that needs some rainy day money." He paused, "And sometimes," he leaned back in his chair, "sometimes, it'll be me." A cocky look washed over his face. He knew what you were thinking. He was counting on it.

You almost lost your balance when he said that.

"Y-you pose?"

He nodded, looking a little proud of himself for having given you such a reaction.

"I - I think I'll stay in the class then."

"Fantastic. Sign ... right ... here."

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zoeydripdoria · 4 days

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Teacher's Pet ୨୧

*Kny college AU

18+ minors DNI !!

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As you turned around, your gaze immediately locked onto a man with long, blond hair, the strands framing his striking face with unruly perfection. His eyes were the most unique color you had ever seen - a vivid red with gold flecks dancing within them, almost like tiny embers trapped in ice. You couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his beauty, and for a moment, you couldn't find your voice. He smiled at your obvious awe, his lips curving into a playful smirk.

"I take it you're new here?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk. It was deep and resonant, with just the slightest hint of an accent that sent shivers down your spine.

You finally found your voice, "Y-yes, I am. My name's Y/N." You extended your hand in greeting, feeling self-conscious about your own appearance in comparison. You had always thought of yourself as plain-looking, with your hair and average features.

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," he said, taking your hand and giving it a firm shake. "I'm Professor Rengoku. I've only been here a few weeks, but I must say, it's been quite refreshing teaching such a lively and eager class. I hope we can work together to further your education." His smile widened, revealing a dimple in his left cheek that made your heart skip a beat.

"I-I would love to work with you, Professor Rengoku," you stammered, your cheeks flushing. You were grateful when he let go of your hand, or you might've been redder than a tomato by now. "Thank you for your help."

"Oh, don't mention it. Now, if you don't mind me asking, what class are you here for?" He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest, and tilted his head slightly to the side. The sunlight streaming through the window behind him cast his features in a warm, golden glow.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious about admitting your lack of familiarity with the department. "Well, I'm actually not quite sure." You laughed nervously, hoping he wouldn't think you were completely clueless.

He grinned widely. "Ah, I see. Well, I teach World History I, World History II, and Eastern Cultures. Which one are you interested in?"

"Oh! Well, I'd love to take your World History II class. I think it sounds fascinating." You felt a thrill of excitement run through you at the thought of learning from someone so knowledgeable and charismatic.

"Wonderful!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "I'm sure you'll love it. And if you ever need any help finding the room or navigating the campus, don't hesitate to ask. I'm always happy to help a new student." His warm smile made you feel welcome and at ease.

You smiled back, feeling grateful for his kindness. "Thank you so much, Professor Rengoku. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Excellent!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Oh, by the way, I have office hours every Thursday from two to four. Feel free to stop by if you ever have any questions or need some extra help." He paused, tilting his head to the side again. "Unless you'd rather not, of course. I wouldn't want to impose."

You considered his offer for a moment. On one hand, you were nervous about asking for help, but on the other, you didn't want to pass up the chance to learn from such an amazing professor. "No, no, I'd love to take advantage of that," you said, mustering up your courage. "Thank you, Professor Rengoku."

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together again. "I'm sure we'll have some stimulating discussions." He paused, studying you for a moment. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I should be getting to my next class. It was lovely meeting you, Y/N. I look forward to seeing you in class soon." With a final smile, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in awe of his presence.

As you continued to stand there, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within you. You couldn't wait to start your first day of class with Rengoku and dive into the world of World History II. The campus was bustling with activity, and you found yourself eagerly exploring your surroundings and meeting new people.

Finally, you located the classroom building where Mr. Rengoku's World History II class was held. The room was spacious and well-lit, with comfortable chairs arranged in a semicircle around a large wooden table. At the head of the table was a podium, and behind it hung a beautiful tapestry depicting scenes from ancient civilizations. As you took your seat, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this new opportunity and excited to begin this journey with Mr. Rengoku by your side.

The rest of the class filed in, filling the room with a buzz of conversation. You recognized a few familiar faces from the orientation sessions, but most of the students seemed to be new to you. When the clock struck eight, the door swung open and Mr. Rengoku walked in, his presence immediately commanding everyone's attention. He smiled warmly at the class before taking his seat at the podium.

"Welcome, everyone, to my World History II class!" he boomed, his voice filling the room. "I hope you're all as excited as I am to begin our journey through the fascinating world of ancient civilizations. Before we start, though, I just want to remind you of a few important things. First, my office hours are every Thursday from two to four, and I encourage you to come by if you have any questions or need extra help. Secondly, please feel free to email me anytime if you have questions or concerns about the class. And lastly, always remember to put your name on your assignments!" He paused, looking around the room with a twinkle in his eye. "Now, with that out of the way, let's begin!"

He launched into a captivating lecture on the rise and fall of the Roman Empire, weaving together stories of brave emperors, cunning politicians, and tragic heroes. You found yourself hanging on his every word, taking notes frantically but not wanting to miss a single detail. As the class progressed, you noticed that Mr. Rengoku had a talent for making even the most complex historical concepts accessible and engaging. You couldn't help but feel grateful that you had chosen his class.

At the end of the hour, the bell rang, signaling the end of the first class period. As students began to file out of the room, you stayed behind, eager to speak with Mr. Rengoku. You approached him hesitantly, not wanting to seem overly eager or annoying. "Professor Rengoku," you began, "I just wanted to thank you again for being so welcoming and for making the class so interesting. I'm really looking forward to learning more from you."

He smiled warmly down at you. "Oh, Y/N, you're quite welcome. I'm just happy to share my passion for history with such an eager audience. If you ever have any questions or need help, don't hesitate to ask. And remember, my office hours are every Thursday from two to four." With a wink, he added, "I'll expect to see you there."

Your cheeks flushed at his comment, and you found yourself suddenly more self-conscious. "I-I will," you stammered, nodding quickly before hurrying out of the room. As you made your way to your next class, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about your newfound connection with Mr. Rengoku. You hoped that you could maintain his interest and confidence in your abilities throughout the rest of the semester.

The rest of your day flew by in a blur of lectures and notes. You tried your best to focus on the material, but your mind kept drifting back to Mr Rengoku and his class. You found yourself looking forward to Thursday afternoons, not just because of his office hours, but because you genuinely enjoyed spending time with him.

As the weeks passed, you began to feel more and more comfortable in his presence. You started contributing more in class discussions and felt confident enough to approach him with questions after lecture. He always took the time to engage with you and offer guidance, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for his support.

The more you learned from him, the more you realized just how passionate he was about his subject. His lectures were no longer just recitations of facts; they were vivid storytelling sessions that brought ancient civilizations to life. You began to understand why so many students flocked to his classes and why he had such a reputation as one of the best professors at the university.

One particularly cold afternoon, as you were leaving campus after a late-afternoon class, you noticed Mr. Rengoku standing outside of his office, wrapped in a thick scarf and shivering.

"Professor!" you exclaimed, hurrying over to him. "Are you all right? You don't look so good."

He smiled warmly at you.

"Oh, Y/N, thank you for your concern. I'm just feeling a bit under the weather today. But don't worry, I'll be fine. Why don't you get to your car and head home? You must be cold too."

You hesitated for a moment, but something inside you urged you to stay. "I-I could give you a ride home if you'd like," you offered timidly. "I'm not in a rush, and it's on my way."

His eyes lit up at your offer, and he smiled gratefully. "That would be very kind of you, Y/N. I would appreciate that very much." Together, you made your way to your car, and as you drove through the quiet streets of the campus, you found yourself chatting with him about your favorite historical novels and movies. It was a pleasant, easy conversation, and you felt a sense of closeness with him that you hadn't experienced with anyone else in a long time.

When you finally pulled up to his house, he insisted on paying you for the gas. You protested, but he wouldn't hear of it. "No, no," he said, handing you a crisp twenty-dollar bill. "You've done enough for me today. I hope you'll accept this as a small token of my gratitude."

You took the money, feeling both touched and a little embarrassed. "Thank you, Professor Rengoku," you said quietly. "It was really nothing."

He smiled gently at you. "Oh, Y/N, you're far too kind. But I do appreciate your kindness. I hope you know that I consider it a privilege to have you in my class. Now, go home and get some rest. You've earned it."

With one final smile, he closed the car door and waved goodbye. As you drove away, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow in your chest. It had been an unexpected turn of events, but you were glad that you had been there for him when he needed someone. And you couldn't help but hope that he felt the same way about you.

As the days went by, your relationship with Mr. Rengoku only grew stronger. You continued to excel in his class, and he continued to shower you with praise and encouragement. Sometimes, after class, he would invite you to join him for coffee or tea, and you would spend hours discussing history and your shared interests.

One afternoon, as you were leaving campus, you noticed a flyer on a bulletin board advertising a local museum's upcoming exhibit on ancient Egypt. Intrigued, you grabbed the flyer and tucked it into your bag, intending to ask Mr. Rengoku about it later. That night, you texted him, asking if he would like to go to the exhibit with you. He replied immediately, expressing his excitement and gratitude for the invitation.

The day of the exhibit arrived, and you met up with Mr. Rengoku outside the museum. He looked dashing in a dark suit and tie, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach when you saw him. As you walked inside, you felt a sense of anticipation building inside you. The exhibit was spectacular, with detailed displays of artifacts and informative placards that brought ancient Egypt to life. You and Mr. Rengoku spent hours exploring the exhibit, engaging in deep discussions about the significance of each artifact and the culture that had created it.

Afterwards, you decided to grab lunch at a nearby cafe. As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and peace. You realized that you had never felt this way with anyone else before, and you knew that this feeling was something special. "Y/N," Mr. Rengoku began, his voice soft and earnest, "I want to thank you for inviting me today. This exhibit was truly wonderful, and I'm so glad I got to share it with you."

You looked up at him, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks. "Thank you, Professor," you said softly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it too. It means a lot to me that we could share this experience together."

As you finished your lunch, you couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection was leading. You knew that he was your professor, and that there were certain boundaries that needed to be respected, but you also couldn't deny the intense feelings you had for him. You found yourself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him outside of the classroom, outside of the museum.

When the check came, you reached for your wallet, intending to pay for your own meal as you always did. But before you could even pull out your money, Mr. Rengoku had already grabbed his credit card and left a generous tip. "Y/N," he said gently, "please let me treat you today. You've done so much for me already. It's the least I can do."

His words made you feel warm inside. You knew that you had formed a special bond with him, but hearing him say it out loud made it all seem so real. You couldn't help but feel grateful for his kindness and his friendship. As you left the cafe, hand in hand, you knew that your life was about to change in ways you never could have imagined.

Over the next few weeks, your relationship with Mr. Rengoku deepened. You continued to excel in his class, and he continued to praise your work, but now there was an added layer of intimacy to your interactions. You found yourself spending more and more time together, exploring the city and sharing your favorite experiences. You talked about your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities, and it felt as though you could discuss anything with him. Despite the risks, you couldn't deny the happiness you felt when you were with Rengoku.

As the weeks turned into months, you found yourself falling deeper in love with Mr. Rengoku. You continued to excel in his class, but now your focus shifted from just getting good grades to impressing him in every way possible. You started to wear your hair down more often, and you began to experiment with more daring outfits. You felt confident and beautiful when you were around him, and it showed.

One night, as you were walking home from a late-night study session at the museum, Mr. Rengoku took your hand in his and led you to a quiet bench overlooking the city. The moon was full, casting a warm glow over everything. He turned to face you, his eyes burning with desire. "Y/n," he whispered, "I can't keep these feelings inside any longer. I want to be with you, truly be with you. Will you let me?"

Your heart raced as you stared into his eyes. You knew that this was the moment you'd been waiting for, the moment you'd been dreaming of since the first day you met. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, the softness of his lips. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, as if he could never let go.

Time seemed to stand still as you kissed, lost in the moment. You could feel the tension building between you, and with each passing second, it grew more and more intense. Finally, you broke apart, gasping for air. "Mr. Rengoku," you whispered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. "I want this too."

He smiled at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. "Then it's yours," he said, before leaning in to kiss you again. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you could feel the strength of his arms as they held you close. You moaned into his mouth, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

As you continued to kiss, he began to explore your body with his hands, tracing gentle circles around your nipples, teasing them until they hardened. You arched your back, pressing your chest against his, wanting more. He reached down, unbuttoning your blouse slowly, revealing your lace bra beneath. He ran his fingers along the delicate fabric, teasing your nipples until they were hard and erect.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he continued to touch you, his hands moving lower, over your hips, to your skirt. With a gentle tug, he pulled it up, revealing your black lace underwear. You felt his breath against your thigh, and you shuddered with desire. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense, and you knew that he could see the need in your eyes.

He leaned in, kissing you again, as his fingers traced a path down to your center. You gasped, arching your back further, pressing your wetness against his fingers. He circled your clit, teasing it mercilessly, until you were moaning his name. Finally, he pushed two fingers inside you, filling you with his touch. You cried out, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body.

As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, you wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper. You could feel the heat building between you, the need growing stronger with every passing second. You knew that this was it, that you were finally with him, truly with him.

"I want you."

He pulled back, looking down at you with eyes filled with desire. "Are you sure, my dear?" he asked, his voice hoarse with lust. "Because once I take you, I won't be able to stop."

You nodded, biting your lip, the words caught in your throat. "I want this," you managed to whisper. "I want you."

He smiled, his fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing it gently before pushing inside you.

"Then take it," he growled, thrusting his hips forward.

You cried out, feeling the weight of him as he filled you completely. He began to move, his rhythm steady and sure, driving you wild.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back as he took you harder and faster. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure coursing through you like a raging river. You felt your body trembling on the edge, the release building inside you.

" Ren-," you gasped, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "I'm close."

He groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Then come for me, my dear," he whispered, kissing you tenderly. And with those words, you felt yourself falling, plummeting over the edge, as your body was wracked by an intense, shuddering orgasm. Your muscles clenched tight around him, and he followed you over the edge, crying out your name as he spilled his release deep inside you.

As your passion reached its peak, he arched his back, pressing you deeper into the wall, and you then felt the first wave of release wash over you, followed by another, and another. Your body convulsed in his grip, and you let out a hoarse cry into the night, as your essence spilled forth, mingling with his on the cool cobblestones below.

You collapsed against him, your heart still racing as you felt the aftershocks of pleasure wash over you. He held you close, kissing your neck, your cheek, your lips, as you both caught your breath. You were finally together, truly together, and it felt like everything you'd ever wanted.

He pulled away, looking down at you with a mix of tenderness and desire. "My dear, that was... beyond anything I could have imagined." His fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach, making you shiver.

As the last tremors subsided, he leaned in, kissing you softly on the lips. "There's more where that came from," Mr. Rengoku whispered, his breath hot sending shivers down your spine.

"Come with me." And with that, he took your hand and led you deeper to his apartment complex, toward a world of pleasure and desire that you had only ever dreamed of.

The air inside was thick with anticipation as he guided you through the stairs and finally to his apartment.

Finally, he led you into his dimly lit room, the walls adorned with beautiful wall art, and billowing curtains. In the center of his room stood a large, four-poster bed. So dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls and ceiling.

"This is where we belong," he said, his voice a sultry purr. "This is where we can be free, and explore our desires without judgment." With that, Mr. Rengoku turned to face me, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He reached out, running his fingers through your hair, before trailing them down your chest, teasing at the buttons of your shirt.

Your heart raced as you watched him, helplessly drawn to his touch. You wanted nothing more than to feel his skin against yours once again, to lose yourself in the heat of the moment. As he undressed you, his hands gliding over your body with a familiarity that bordered on intimacy, you couldn't help but wonder how long this night would last, and if you'd ever be able to go back to the way things were before.

But for now, you were content to let yourself be swept away by his touch, his words, his presence. He climbed onto the bed, purring invitingly, and you followed, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. As you lay beside him, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that this was where you belonged, with him, in this world of passion and desire.

And as he kissed you again, his lips soft and demanding, you gave yourself over to the moment, surrendering to the rapture that only he could provide.

The bed shifted beneath you as he moved against you, your bodies intertwined like two dancers in a sensual waltz. His hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of your skin, leaving trails of heat in his wake. He nipped at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine, and whispered words that made your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.

You could feel the tension building within you, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing moment. As he guided your hands to hid hips, urging you on, you pressed forward, eager to please him, to make him feel the same intense pleasure he had given to you.

The bed creaked beneath you, the blanket beneath you soft and inviting as he arched his back, pushing your hips up to meet yous. His breath came faster, shallower, as his fingers dug into your shoulders, urging you on.

With a growl of satisfaction, he threw his head back, his eyes closed tightly as he surrendered to the sensation. "Yes," he moaned, his voice rugged and raw. "That's it..."

You felt your own release building, threatening to overwhelm you. You couldn't help but arch into him, meeting his movements with equal fervor. "I-I'm close," you managed to say between gasps for air.

He opened his eyes, meeting yours, and in that moment, you knew he wanted you to stay with him. He wanted this night to go on forever. "Stay with me," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, despite the urgency in his touch. "Don't let go."

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands slip through your fingers like water. His skin was warm and smooth, and you could feel the muscles in his back tensing as he arched into your touch. He moaned, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine.

And as he came apart beneath you, his body shuddering with pleasure, you felt your own release wash over you, hot and powerful. Your breathing slowed, becoming shallow and ragged as you clung to each other, your bodies still tangled together on the bed.

The silence that fell between you was deafening, but it was a silence that felt right, felt intimate. It was as if you had shared something sacred, something that bound you together now in a way that went beyond words or understanding.

Finally, he shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look up at me. His gaze was steady and intense, as if he were trying to imprint every detail of your face onto his memory. "Will you stay?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will you stay with me?"

You lay there, your heart still racing, your body tingling with the afterglow of your lovemaking. His fingers traced gentle circles on your back, his touch soothing and comforting.

The air in the room seemed to shimmer with a sense of peace, of contentment, and you couldn't help but wonder how you would ever be able to go back to the way things were before. Would you try to forget this night, this connection you'd shared? Or would you find a way to carry it with you, like a secret treasure, into the chaos of your everyday lives?

You knew that the answer to that question would depend on him, on you, and on the strange, inexplicable bond that seemed to exist between you. For now, all that mattered was this moment, the warmth of his skin against yours, and the feeling of being completely and utterly known and accepted, just as you were.

“Yes, I'll stay with you” you uttered.

As you drifted off to sleep, his soft breaths and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a deep, dreamless slumber, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope, of possibility. Perhaps, somehow, you would find a way to make this work, to make your lives together as beautiful and as meaningful as this one perfect night.

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kozmicmizuu · 7 days

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yall… a kimetsu academy au by kozu?!?!?? yes, and it’s silly…

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okay so it’s like completely normal ya know?? the main three getting bullied by their teachers and struggling with homework

but the school has a super cool and awesome secret— and that’s that the school has a youtube channel for some reason idk

the content isn’t really school related at all, it’s just— staff having fun and being silly(ex. The Boys and The Group Chat on youtube :3)because i feel like the students forget that their teachers are like— mostly in their early twenties.

it’s literally whiplash that zenitsu, tanjiro and inosuke got when they first found the youtube channel. they saw sanemi and obanai having FUN and SMILING and LAUGHING— shocking

also yes giyuu does actually smile canonically in kimetsu academy #thats adorable

back to the silly content, it consists of some reaction shit and irl silly hangouts and games they make

giyuu (unfortunately) is the mf that gets peer pressured into playing the horror games. he’s the only one that was willing (forced) to play. he’s really good at them but he is SKITTISH and gets scared easily— long story short he’s a pussy when it comes to games. tengen and kyojuro are the ones that join him the most

also uno is banned from being played in the school grounds, they got too violent and tengen had some explosives on hand

also here’s some silly lil scenarios mweheheh

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giyuu, playing “Silent Breath” trying not to say anything too loud: fuckfuckfuckfuck—

*gets jumpscared like the idiot he is.*

giyuu: FUCK YOU- YOU DUMB BITCH—

the other teachers in the next room, hearing the screams of fear and anger:

tengen: damn, that’s the fourth scream today

rengoku: you guys!! wanna play uno??

obanai: i thought we weren’t allowed to play that?

everyone looking at giyuu, who is the one who enforces rules:

giyuu: what- oh.. technically we can’t play the card game…

everyone: :(

giyuu: but… no one said anything about the online version

tengen: LETS GOOO

kanae: how about a more relaxed video for this week?

gyomei: i agree with the idea of a more peaceful video

sanemi: that’s so boring to- lets do something insane— like going to haunted place!

tengen: hell yeah!! let’s do that!!

giyuu: 🙁

kyojuro: it’s going to be okay giyuu!! i’m sure you’ll be fine!

he did not end being fine btw, being a medium makes his life hell

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teamfreewill56-blog · 2 days

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Hello~ (I'm sending in an ask for the first time so sorry if there's any mistake in advance) Firstly, I recently discovered your blog and it's really so nice! I really love how you write and pay attention to the details! I've never seen someone present Kyojuro's character + the dynamics of the Rengoku family so accurately so thank you for your hardwork <3 also I just casually wanted to know your opinions? or just some head canons? about teacher Kyojuro~ (I really like to think about teacher Kyojuro he is so nice and gentle, he deserves to be loved and taken care of www) well thank you for reading and I hope you have a nice day !

Hi~ no worries, I don't think there's a wrong way to send an ask. Welcome to my blog and thanks for reading my stuff! Aww thank you, those are really kind compliments and you're welcome! I really love the Rengoku family and have a lot of fun writing about them.

Kyojuro is so nice and gentle I agree and he definitely deserves to be loved and taken care of <3

I'm not sure I have that many head canons about him. But I'll see what comes to mind.

We know that everyone passes Kyojuro's classes/gets good grades in history which to me suggests he is good at understanding how people learn and what does and doesn’t work for them

If a student is having a hard time with the material and tries to give up he’s not going to let them and will do study sessions to try and figure out what works best for them (and give them a motivational/inspirational talk)

Strict grader but is also gonna compliment and point out what students did well in their work

Would also do this during discussion, if a student raises their hand and gives a wrong answer Kyojuro will correct them in a kind way and will defend them from others laughing

In the same vein I doubt bullies try to pull stuff in his class because not only will he call them out but he’d also pull a “I don’t get it, please explain”

He will know fun and interesting details of history that not many people would know

He and Senjuro make props for the mock battles he puts on in his class if he isn’t just borrowing the family’s practice swords

If he shares knowledge that Ruka taught him he’s gonna make sure his students know he learned it from her

Sanemi isn’t the one students have to worry about catching them if they get in a fight in the hall, it’s Kyojuro, he’ll pry them apart and hold them off the ground by their collars before they even know what’s going on and seeing the kind happy history teacher give them a severe stare is gonna make them feel more guilt than having the shit beat out of them

He’s also the first teacher who’s gonna bail students out of trouble or come to their defense as long as their actions aren’t causing anyone physical harm

Invites Senjuro to come see him after school, will walk him home/take him home and then just come back to work to finish what he needs to

If he’s involved in any gym/sport stuff at the school everyone’s gonna want him on their team

Thanks for asking in and I hope you have a good day too!

#demon slayer #senjuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #flame hashira #rengoku shinjuro #demon slayer mugen train #set your heart ablaze #rengoku kyōjurō #flame pillar #kny rengoku #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku my beloved #Rengoku teacher au #history teacher #he really is made to be a teacher

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muichirosboba · 2 months

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A story for @blake222111

(Randomly saw their comment on a Kyojuro and Mitsuri post and I decided to fulfill their wish :D)

Here we go!

Kyojuro Rengoku and Mitsuri Kanroji. Being the most energetic of the Hashira, these two were always everywhere and involved in everything. This fine morning, a loud exchange resonated through the Flame Estate, scattering birds from nearby trees.

"Satsumaimo!"

"Sakura mochi!"

"Satsumaimo!"

"Sakura mochi!"

You had heard plenty of this, so you headed over to see what the commotion was. Walking in, you saw a small cat clambering over and around a box on the back patio... with Kyojuro and Mitsuri standing in front of it, arguing. They only said two words.

"Satsumaimo!"

"Sakura mochi!"

"Enough!" You cut in. "What is going on?!"

"Oh, Y/n!" Mitsuri spoke. "We found this cat while taking a walk. Kawaii, right?"

Your eyes traveled over to the tabby. "Okay..."

"And it looked hungry! So I suggested we feed it!"

"But what's the problem?" You questioned.

Mitsuri put her hands on her hips and glared at Kyojuro, who didn't look affected in the slightest, as if they were playing a game.

"Well..." She puffed out her cheeks. "I want to feed it sakura mochi!"

"Satsumaimo is the better choice! More UMAI!" Kyojuro boomed.

"Neither will work." You said, and picked it up. It purred and nuzzled itself into your neck as you continued. You were a little hesitant to step in given that they were both Hashira, but you needed to protect the safety of the feline!

"I presume you wanted to give it raw sweet potato, Rengoku-san? Unfortunately, that's not safe for cats, and so are the leaves. But maybe if it was cooked! And Mitsuri-san, mochi can upset a cat's stomach. So maybe we should just feed it some chicken or fish."

A moment of silence. Then...

"I'm sure the neko would find anything umai anyway!" Kyojuro stated, with a sunny grin on his face. Nobody could stay angry at him, and he couldn't stay angry at others. He was just the best.

Mitsuri looked happy. "We should be thankful we get to save a cute little kitten! He's so kawaii! Kyaa!"

And that's how Taro ended up to be a healthy cat.

@blake222111 this is for you, hope you see it and like it

#mitsuri kanroji #rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba #flame hashira #teacher and student #random shit #love hashira #kyojuro rengoku #cat #food #anime and manga #demon slayer #help

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luxthestrange · 3 months

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KNY Incorrect quotes#93 IN YOUR FACE DEPPRESSION!!

Modern Au

Teacher Kyojuro thought it was time to tell his father that he had a secret S.O., Shinjuro still has a ...strained relationship with his sons to sugarcoat it...but he is trying to fix it

Shinjuro*Drinking as he looks at his empty dojo and sighs, taking out from his sleeve a picture of him and Ruka, with young Kyojuro and baby Senjuro*...

Shinjuro*His phone starts to ring and spits out his drink as he sees its kyojuro* Son? Son! Son calling?! OH! Uhm uh, uh hello, Kyojiro. He-ey, hey, hey Kyo-Kyo. No, no! That's not good!-Oh, this is the first time he's called you! Yes, this has to be perfect-*picks up phone* Hey, bitch-

Kyo"Hi, father... *Sighs*I've got kind of a big ask...I like for you to perhaps...come to my apartment I have news-"

Shinjuro: Wait, you're...inviting me over?! Absolutely! Oh, I'll be there in an hour*hangs up*My son wants to see me~ Take that, depression!

...There will be more of this-

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kimetsu gakuen #rengoku shinjuro #ruka rengoku #rengoku senjuro #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #teacher kyojuro #modern au #kny incorrect quotes #demon slayer incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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sunandflame · 5 months

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Why all Teacher Kyojuro bots are Teacher x Student..... 🥲

Why cant it be teacher x teacher or meeting him outside the academy as, yknow, adult and adult relationship 😭

Haaah… I personally don’t have anything against Teacher x Student ships (as long as nobody is a minor), but I know that it can be really triggering for some people because of the power imbalance. And let’s be honest babygirls. It is a problematic genre and you can’t tell me otherwise. It’s like yandere and all the other stuff, but people are craving the forbidden fruit of the garden eden and they wanna live out the fantasy with those bots and character.ai's

But I totally agree. It would be refreshing to see Teacher!Kyojuro with another adult or another Teacher (totally not pointing onto my own fic SoG)

Maybe someone knows a bot that is not Teacher x Student coded? They could write it maybe under this post and help our lovely anon and other people ♥️

#sunny answers ☀︎#character ai #bots #demon slayer #kyojuro rengoku #teacher x teacher #teacher kyojuro

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petitelepus · 6 months

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Big Blind Love, Part 7

Teacher!Gyomei Himejima X Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: The Teachers' Meeting is on and you all enjoy some drinks and your share how you first fell in love with Gyomei.

Warnings: Drinking

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Student Reader, Gyomei Himejima, Teacher Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Shinobu Kocho, Kanae Kocho, Tengen Uzui, Makio Uzui, Suma Uzui, Hinatsuru Uzui

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13

The night was on. As soon as Gyomei and you had joined the others the people started ordering food and drinks. Gyomei took his usual huge beer mug, but you were so new to drinking that you had to ask for help.

Luckily the waitress suggested hard lemonade for you since you hadn't drunk before that night. Gyomei was a little afraid you wouldn't be able to enjoy the teachers' meeting, but so far you seemed happy that you had accepted the invite.

You were still a little shy around the blind man's colleagues, but you were slowly opening up to them the more hard lemonade you consumed. Most common you seemed to have were Tengen's wives Hinasturu, Makio, and Suma as you happily talked with them.

"So…?" Makio grinned as she sipped her sake, "How did you fall for Gyomei?"

"Makio, you can't just ask that!" Hinatsuru said in worry, but you just smiled, completely unaware that the huge man was actually listening to you carefully.

"Well… I was about 16 and new to the school. I got lost so badly and by the time I found my classroom, the classes had already started and I was too shy to go inside anymore…"

"Aww, so you were a shy kid?" Makio asked and you nodded, "Very. I couldn't help myself, I actually locked myself in the unisex toilet and I cried there because I was late on my first day in school."

"That is so sad!" Suma cried out and you took a sip of your drink, "That was when I heard the most gorgeous and kindest voice ask from the other side of the door why I was crying. You can probably guess who it was?"

"Gasp!" The three wives gasped together, "Gyomei?"

"Uh hu!" You nodded happily.

Huh, Gyomei was actually able to recall that. He was on his way to class when he heard someone sobbing in the toilets. He had stopped by to talk and after he had managed to talk you to come out of the toilet, he had taken you to the teachers' lounge where he gave you some mochi he had so you would cheer up a little.

You explained the very same story to the three wives and you smiled happily, "He was so kind to me, I couldn't help but to fall for him…"

"T- that is so beautiful…!" Poor Suma sobbed, as tears ran down her face and you chuckled, "Thank you. After that, I was too shy to actually talk or confess my feelings because I didn't want him to end up in trouble because of me and my silly feelings. So I waited 2 years until I turned into an adult before I finally confessed."

"You are a very thoughtful and patient young lady," Hinatsuru said with a genuinely kind smile and her compliment made you blush.

At the same time, Gyomei couldn't agree more with her words. You had shown that you were extremely thoughtful when baking for example, or when you didn't want to taint the teacher's reputation.

"Oi, Gyomei, you're crying again." Sanemi pointed out and the huge man blinked as he felt tears run down his cheeks.

"Pardon me, I just thought about something beautiful…" He apologized and that was when he felt you staring at him, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is good. Perfect in fact." He nodded as he lifted his mug but he stopped before he could take a sip and looked at you, "My beloved, would you like to taste my beer?"

"May I?"

"Of course."

"Okay," You nodded as you accepted the huge mug but before you took a sip, you sniffed it and you didn't like what you were smelling, "Stinks…"

Maybe it tasted better than it smelled? You tipped the mug and took a tiny sip before putting the pint down and coughing, "Yeah, no, not for me!"

"Ha ha, your woman is cute Gyomei!" Tengen laughed from his place before taking a long sip of his own beer.

"Oi, Tengen, are you saying we aren't cute anymore?" Makio asked and the flashy art teacher laughed, "No way, I love you three the most!"

"Tengen dear, you're so kind!" Suma cried out, and the man chuckled, "I have you three to thank for it!"

Gyomei listened carefully to how his friend talked to his wives and he briefly wondered if he should try the same with you. You were officially a couple now, and being honest to each other was important.

"Hey…" You murmured cutely as you gently pinched and tugged the huge man's shirt's sleeve to gain his attention.

"Yes, my beloved lady?" He asked and you smiled as you grabbed his hand, much to his confusion, and kissed his knuckles before you pressed the tips of his fingers against your upwards-curved lips.

"I just wanted to show you how happy I am. I'm having a blast here, everyone is so kind to me!" You confessed and Gyomei was almost taken aback by your cuteness. He actually started crying again before he could even think of a proper reply to you.

"Dear, you are crying!" You laughed as you leaned against the large man's side and reached to wipe away his tears. Gyomei nodded, "Thank you, my beloved-!"

Wait, you called him dear? Oh no, there came the fresh set of tears!

"Gyomei, dear, are you happy or sad?" You asked with a hint of worry in your voice and the man nodded, "I'm overtaken by joy…!"

"Oh, thank God," You sighed like a huge weight was lifted from your shoulders, "Those are happy tears. I was afraid that I've already made you sad and we have only been a couple less than a day."

"I can already tell, you could never upset me." He replied and you awed, "You're honestly the sweetest. I'm so happy I fell for you."

If this kept going on Gyomei was sure he would never stop crying. So he grabbed his beer mug and took a swing and you copied him with your glass of hard lemonade.

Time passed as you guys enjoyed each others' company, beverages, and good food. You all wondered what you would do on your vacations but when the same question was given to you, you were already feeling pretty tipsy and drowsy.

"I, uh… I'm not sure?" You had already drank pretty many bottles of hard lemonade and eaten one or two small bowls of tempura. Pretty much for a first-timer like you. It was a wonder that you were still awake.

"My beloved, how are you feeling?" Gyomei asked as he gently touched and stabilized your swaying body. You hummed thoughtfully, "I think I've had enough…?"

"A wise decision." The blind man nodded before he turned to address his friends and colleagues, "I hope you don't mind if we take our leave?"

"Go ahead, we might still head to a bar after this." Sanemi chuckled as the whole group dug out their wallets, ready to pay their part of the night of fun time.

"Talk about yourself!" Tengen laughed as all three wives of his clung to him like he was their lifeline in a stormy ocean. You weakly reached for your purse, but Gyomei sensed this and stopped you, "I'm paying."

"Noo…" You protested, but you weren't that assuring in your intoxicated state, and before you knew what happened, Gyomei had already paid for your drinks as well as his own.

"Alright, my beloved, time for us to go home." He said as he kneeled and picked you into his arms in bridal style like you weighed nothing at all. After bidding his friends good night, he turned and started to carry you towards home.

"I'll…" You mumbled sleepily, "I pay you back…"

"Little one, I think you may have enjoyed a little too much…" Your partner thought out loud as he carried you in his arms.

"Yeah… I did…" You nodded as you nuzzled Gyomei's broad chest, "But it was worth it though…"

"Why, if I may ask?"

"Because I’ve never felt this warm or safe before…" You sighed happily and Gyomei was taken aback by your confession.

"Little one, I-!" He was about to say, but then he felt your breathing even out and he realized that you had fallen asleep in his arms. Gyomei weighed you in his arms and thought that the best thing to do was to take you home…

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