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Forever & Always || Giyuu x reader

a/n: hello, I haven't posted in quite some time!! technically I wrote this a while ago as the raffle prize for @sparklytamaki but finally came round to posting it (it didn't get posted here for a few reasons but I remembered I could just tweak it and it'd be all good). so I hope you all don't mind me sharing this so late, I'm hoping to get back in writing on here soon <33

w.c: 3k

summary: Giyuu is a hard worker, but it sometimes feels like he values his job over you more. you want to make an effort to be around each other more

The house felt quiet, a feeling that you’d grown used to at this time of day. The sound of the tv playing was faint, loud but the sound of only your steps seemed much louder. A show played mindlessly as you stood in front of your mirror, switching between the two dresses you’d considered for the date. The sound of the clock ticking loudly played in the back of your mind. Giyuu was staying late at work tonight, already cutting into the few hours he managed to get to spend with you. Yet, you intended to indulge in the time you get with him.

Your heart felt heavy these days and you couldn’t help it. You’d picked up as many skills as you could during your free time while home alone, testing them out only to forget about them hours later. Disinterest wasn’t the problem, you liked them, you just felt lonely and no matter what you did. Loneliness wrapped around you like thorned vines, painful and hard to get rid of. And it became all you could focus on while you waited for him to return home.

You didn’t mean to sound clingy but you wished for more time with him, not late nights when he comes home and is practically on autopilot. He’d never been so talkative but there was a happiness you felt in his presence. His love wasn’t direct and it took a bit of learning to notice, such as catching his longing stares when he fell just a little bit more in love with you. Or the soft feeling of his lips kissing your knuckles when he’d wish you goodbye before work. Cooking dinner with him or cuddling up on the couch were all things that seemed to be slipping between your fingers like sand as he gets more and more caught up with work. You felt ignored, lonely and pushed aside for him to go fill out papers for hours on end.

Jingling of keys and the creak of the old door rips you from your thoughts and you’re cheerily rushing from your room to greet him, hiding your outfit behind the door for a surprise. Giyuu places the keys down on the counter and drops his bag, perking up as you call out his name. “Giyuu! They let you go early?” You question as you throw your arms around him, leaning in to steal a kiss that is less excitedly reciprocated. You didn’t think much of it, still giving him time to finally switch out of “work-mode” so you could enjoy the date tonight.

“No, it was at the expected time?” He says, a bit confused, yet his weariness probably didn’t help his train of thought much. You pause mid step and glance up at the clock, he was correct with the time and you were the one lost on it. You’d probably gotten caught up in your thoughts and completely missed what time it actually was. You slip into your room to hurriedly get dressed and rush out to join him. It was a date night and you had no time to waste, you planned to enjoy the night as much as you could.

Giyuu waited patiently in the living room for you to be done. You fixed your dress and checked how you looked in the mirror, patting down a few flyaway hairs and making sure your dress fits around you. The color was beautiful with small sparkles and a beautiful shape to it that complimented your own. Dressing nice added to your confidence and you were sure to feel great about yourself tonight. You pulled on your shoes and stepped out the door to greet him.

Giyuu looked up at the sound of you leaving your room. His eyes settle on your outfit and you, entranced by your carefully put together outfit. There was a sparkle in his eyes upon seeing how you looked, standing out against the exhaustion littering him. It was like a small jumpstart, a rush of electricity from just how enraptured he was in your beauty. He stood up and offered his hand out to you, letting you slide closer against him and then pressing his lips against your cheek as a kiss. “You look amazing.” He hums against your skin and pushes a strand of hair from your face to fully admire you.

“You’re too sweet.” You giggle and return a kiss to his soft pink lips, kneading your lips against his and enjoying having him around. “Should we get going?” You ask as you pull away, your reservations were soon and you didn’t want to keep them waiting. He nods and steps towards the coat wrack, pulling your jacket over your shoulders and helping you slip it on. You sneak another kiss as a thank you, take his hand in yours and step out into the night.

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In the restaurant people chattered quietly around you, soft laughter and the sound of glasses dinking together and metal utensils scraping against plates accompany them. Your hand plays with the hem of your dress, rolling the satin fabric between your thumb and index finger as your other hand grips your glass as if you’re going to drink it but never do. You cast a glance at your boyfriend and he looks tired, the darkness of the room accentuating the dark circles underneath his eyes. You feel bad, an awful feeling twisting in your gut at the uncomfortable silence.

You put on a bright smile, finally taking a sip from your glass, then placing your open hands on the tabletop to hold his hands, your thumb swiping over the cold metal of his ring. “This is such a nice place, isn’t it? I’ve been so excited to bring you here all week.”

He snaps out of his daze and tries to mirror your smile, tiredness pulling at the ends of his lips and making it less genuine. “Yes, it really is.” He hums and holds your hand tight, sinking back into his silence. You try to prod for some more responses and enthusiasm, but he clearly isn’t feeling it, only responding with tired answers and letting the conversation drop off. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut it with a knife, tougher than the food you cut into during your meal.

You didn’t blame him, you knew he was tired. Mindlessly doing work for hours on end could take a lot of energy out of someone, sometimes you felt like you could barely sit still for a few minutes without losing your mind. Giyuu was patient and hardworking, spending his whole day focused on his work. You were far from unfamiliar with him coming home after exhausting weeks and falling into your embrace. You would help him put his clothes in the laundry and spend some time in the shower with him, enjoying the calming warm water raining down on the both of you.

Maybe the date wasn’t the greatest idea, the thought hurt to come to terms with but he seemed barely aware of his surroundings as he quietly ate his food across from you. An at home date would’ve been better, being able to rest in the comfort of your own home. You looked at your plate, only having started the appetiser but your hunger had already dissipated. You stacked your plates up and finished the last of your drink. “Do you want to get out of here, it might be better to just spend the rest of the date at home?” You cheerfully offer to Giyuu. He ponders it for a second then nods, insisting on paying for the tab before the two of you left. You felt guilty leaving during the middle of a meal but it just wasn’t the night to stay there any longer.

The car ride home is quiet, much like the date and the whole day has been. An awkward feeling is scratching at you, you feel upset. The anxiety was mild but the quietness of the drive didn’t help it, it’d latched onto you and wasn’t intending on going away. But familiar warm lights of your house in your peripheral numbed the thought as you noticed you were now home. The car beeped as Giyuu locked it and the two of you walked up the stone steps to the door, stepping into the welcoming living room that felt much more comfortable.

In the kitchen, you prepared a simple meal and left it on the table for you both to eat. It was delicious and you found yourself eating a bit faster than normal, excited to finish up and spend the rest of the night doing something fun. You were hoping to help Giyuu fully unwind and maybe watch a movie together under the fluffy sheets on the couch. You felt it in your bones that Giyuu was probably going to fall asleep during the movie, but you didn’t mind. Sleepy cuddles were the best, and he always looked so at peace when he fell asleep.

You both move into the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. Giyuu is sitting on the edge, undoing his tie as you slip behind him on the bed. Your nimble fingers take hold of his shoulders, pushing your thumbs into the tired muscles to try to massage them. He stirs upon feeling your touch, his shoulder jolting out of your hand and shocking you a bit. Maybe he hadn’t expected it, you try to reason with yourself as you place your hand on his shoulder once again, this time gentler with more warning before you begin. But once again he pulls away from you, standing up off the bad and away from you. “I’m sorry y/n but not right now, I want to sleep.”

You hold your hand against your chest, feeling hurt upon the sternness of his words. You just wanted to help but he was casting you aside. He’s just tired, you remind yourself, repeating it like a mantra in your head but it’s doing less and less. You nod and back off. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” You whisper and step off the bed, padding down the hall into the living room. Anxiety is churning in your gut, twisting sharply when you look up to see the movie pulled up on the TV. You hesitate for a second and then start it, curling up in the blankets and staring blankly at the screen. The ticking clock reminds you once again it’s going to be a long night.

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Giyuu tosses and turns all night, he feels exhausted but sleep is so far out of grasp. His eyes are heavy and fall closed but his mind is all too loud. He sighs and turns onto his left for what felt like the tenth time that night, fixing his pillow and screwing his eyes closed to no avail. He can’t stand this, he’s going to be exhausted going into work tomorrow. But guilt is tugging at him, yanking him away from any possibility of catching sleep.

Finally it grows to be too much, he yanks the sheets off of himself and walks down the hall to check if you’re still awake. The TV is still playing, the volume low enough not to reach the bedroom but you are fast asleep on the couch. He bundles you up in the fluffy blankets and lifts you into his arms, careful not to disturb your light slumber and he carries you off to the bedroom. Perhaps he’d sleep better with you by his side.

That morning you woke up to an empty bed, Giyuu had already gone to work. But coffee is made, just enough for you too and a little lunch is left in the fridge for you.

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The week is winding towards the end, the weekend slowly coming into sight. With that came plenty of freetime, and finally full days of Giyuu being home. It’s been awkward as of late but you try to push it aside, sometimes that happens with couples. What can you do about it? Although Giyuu is trying to make up for it, an awkward romantic but his effort is always appreciated. The growing amount of flowers around the house is dwindling on becoming an issue, although it does make it seem more lively.

You finish filling the final vase with water, moving the flowers around a bit so that the bright colors of their “faces” are looking out. Their smell is so sweet and calming, you might have to buy a few to keep in the house sometime soon. Placing the vase of flowers onto the counter, you hear the familiar creek of the door opening and work shoes clacking against the wooden floors. You peek out from around the corner to see Giyuu hanging his coat up, looking over to see you and a smile pulls at his thin lips.

There’s a brighter energy radiating from him, blooming like the pretty flowers filled with life decorating the house. You rush over to pull him into a hug, excited to finally have him home. He managed to get out of work earlier to see you, it was another attempt at a date night. Yet this time you could enjoy each other’s company in your cosy house. You had already ran out earlier that day to get food to be prepared for dinner.

Giyuu brushes strands of hair from your face and his hand slides down to cup your face sweetly. “I’m happy to finally see you.” He whispers softly and smiles.

“I’m just as happy.” You respond cheerfully. You want to remain standing here in each other’s presences, yet there’s things to be done. You pull away, tugging at his jacket so the two of you could begin your date. “C’mon, let me get you washed up babe. Then we can get comfortable.” You giggle and tug him along to the bathroom.

Giyuu had already been expecting this, having bought lots of sweet smelling soaps for the two of you to share. You turned the handle on the bath, warm water running from the faucet and filling the tub. The two of you get stripped down, tugging each other's clothes off and setting them off to the side to avoid getting wet. Giyuu takes your hand as you slip into the warm water, following you soon after.

It’s a tight fit, pressed against each other skin to skin and your knees knocking together above the water. You both laugh lightly as your legs almost get tangled with each other’s, a bigger bath would be incredible but there was something sweeter trying to fit into the bath with your lover. You finally situate yourselves with you slotted between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and head resting on his shoulder. The water ripples around the two of you, finally settling.

Tilting your chin towards the ceiling, you look at the ravenette upside down. “Hi.” You giggle and Giyuu’s face breaks out into a fond smile.

“Hello love,” his voice quivers with a laugh. “You’re looking so cute.”

“Not as cute as you.” Giyuu nudges you forward and cups water in his hands to pour it over your head, wetting your hair. You hum at the feeling of the warm water against your body. “Shouldn’t I be doing this for you? I’m not the one that worked all day.” You say, poking at him.

“I’d rather wash your hair, taking care of you is my way of unwinding.” He hums and carefully pours another handful of water into your hair. Reaching behind himself he plucks a bottle of shampoo up and pouring some into his hand, lathering it in your hair. “Besides, I want to make up for the last date.”

“Why would you have to make up for that date, you were just tired? It happens to the best of us.” It was a white lie but you didn’t want to ruin the moment venting. Giyuu’s hands hesitate in your hair, pausing for a quick second before going back to massaging the lavender-smelling shampoo in.

“Well… didn’t I upset you?”

You purse your lips, unsure of what to say. You bite your lip subconsciously as you think for a second before deciding to say something. “I guess, just a bit though. I just wish it could’ve been a better date. I’ve… missed you. And I know you’re busy but I feel like I’m constantly missing out on time with you. But it’s okay.”

Giyuu begins washing out the soap, staying quiet for a few moments. “It doesn’t have to be okay, I want to spend time with you too. And you know even if I’m at work all the time it doesn’t make me love you any less. I think I fall in love with you more when I come home half awake and you’re curled up on the couch waiting for me with a warm embrace I always love.” He stops to brush away a droplet of water dripping down towards your eye. “I’m sorry that I can’t be around enough, but I want to try. I love you. I really really do.”

The soap is fully washed out and Giyuu finishes combing out your hair with his fingers. You turn around so that your chests are pressed against each other. “I love you too Giyuu, I think I always will.” Smiling, you brush your fingers through raven locks then wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull yourself up and to kiss him. Your lips meet in the middle and you both indulge in the sweet taste of the kiss, the cherry chapstick taste noticeable on his lips as you knead your lips together. You pull away and he chases after the kiss. “We need to wash your hair first, maybe later we can continue this.”

Washing up finishes much later than expected, the two of you get too carried away with splashing each other with water. It seemed like you both had just melted into the warm water, not wanting to move or leave the perfect temperature water. But the both of you eventually climbed out, helping dry each other off with soft and fluffy towels and get dressed. It was an at home date, no dressing up required as the two of you threw on the comfiest pajamas and went to the kitchen to begin cooking. On the menu was simmered salmon with daikon, Giyuu’s favorite meal and subsequently your own.

The salmon hits the pan with a hiss and simmer, heat rising off of it as you add in a few more pieces. Giyuu chops away at some daikon, the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board almost sounding rhythmic. The two of you cook the food, dancing around each other in the kitchen as you pick out ingredients and cook the meal to perfection.

Giyuu slips behind you and his hands resting on your hips as he watches you finish the food. “It looks so good, I can't wait to eat it.” He says and punctuates it with a kiss to your cheek. “You’re such a good cook.”

“I’m nothing all that special, you’re just hungry. Anything would be good when you’re starving.” You laugh.

“But I mean it.” He mumbles, staring at you with those puppy dog eyes. “You’re so good to me, you’ve always been the most perfect match to me. I don’t think there’s a single soul on this earth that could compare to you.” He sways you left and right with him, his hips bumping against your backside every now and then. “I know you might not always feel that way but I do mean it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable and loved around someone till I met you.”

There’s a pang in your heart, but not a bad one. A pang that feels like electricity running through your veins, a shock fading into a warm feeling flowing from your chest to the tips of your fingers. You can feel yourself blushing, a flustered look overtaking your face. It felt nice to hear those words, they felt like a warm hug around your heart. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“Of course.”

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It felt much less lonely on the couch this night with Giyuu curled up against your side, your fingers calmly combing through the thick black strands. The movie plays softly in the background, falling on deaf ears because all you can pay attention to is him and how he holds you so tight. You feel content here, you feel loved.

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