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༄ Visions of a Crystal Life ༄

Kakucho Hitto x Reader

CW: Brief mention of pregnancy

It’s amazing you think, how Kakucho can read through all of this commotion you’re making. ‘This’ being: you dancing around your shared bedroom, off-tune singing to some soft pop song playing through your phone. Today was a good day- you had finished a big project at work, Kakucho took you out to lunch instead of your usual routine of eating in the breakroom with your co-workers, and he had even come home earlier tonight than usual. No shady dealings or Bonten meetings keeping him out late and forcing you to be alone.

To say you were on cloud nine was an understatement and you channeled your joy into the one-woman dance show you were currently putting on around your bedroom. Kakucho still had some papers to look over though. He was sat on your shared bed, back against the headboard, glasses perched on his nose, and eyebrows scrunched in concentration.

You’ve got on one of his shirts, and nothing else. The curve of your ass and the hint of your panties are visible every time your hip sways quickly. And when you look into the mirror across from your bed, you can see that Kakucho has realized this little detail as well. His eyes are trained onto your ass and being the sweet wife that you are, you decide the only course of action is to taunt him a bit.

“Kakuuuu” your voice has a teasing lilt to it, “what're you looking at, love?” your question and knowing gaze causes a light blush to spread up the tops of his ears. You laugh under your breath before turning around and climbing on the bed, crawling your way up to your husband.

Kakucho looks away before muttering “You’re very distracting, you know that?”

“Course I know that. I think that’s the job of being a wife, right? I’m sure I said that in our wedding vows…’ for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to tease, until death do us part’ ?”

Kakucho scoffs at that. He takes his glasses off and sets them on the bedside table, resigning to the fact that he most definitely will not finish his work for the night. Not with your teasing mood and definitely not with the heavy look you're currently giving him.

You've climbed up his shirtless figure now and seat yourself on his lap. Your hands come up to rest on his shoulders. You dip them down and trace your finger over the Bonten tattoo that’s visible over his heart.

“I don't think that's how that line went, angel.” He says.

You ignore him, opting to dip your head down and place a kiss on top of his tattoo. He shudders at the contact. You lay your head up against him, taking in the way his heart is beating underneath you.

“All these years together and I still have your heart racing Kaku?” You try to bite back your smile but it’s impossible especially when you see that Kakucho’s blush has returned.

“Just go to sleep you little vixen.” He’s pretending to sound annoyed, but you don’t miss the way his heart skips a beat. With that, you snuggle your head closer into his chest as he turns out the light and shifts his body down into the bed.

“I love you, Kaku” you whisper. He brings his hand up to your head and pulls you closer, mumbling into your ear.

“I love you too, angel”

Usually, Kakucho likes to go over the top to celebrate your anniversary. On your first anniversary, he whisked you away for a romantic week, in Paris. Last year was a repeat of your honeymoon trip but with different locations and a whole lot more love-making. And this year... Well, things were a bit different. You were swamped at work, and tensions between Bonten and a rival gang were getting high. Kakucho couldn’t leave the country and he definitely didn’t want to take you away from the safety that Tokyo and Bonten provided for you. So your night was spent simpler. Or as simple as you can get when you’re married to the third most powerful man in all of Tokyo.

Kakucho had rented out the whole top floor of an upscale restaurant just to be alone with you. It was romantic, the city lights giving off a hazy view of the streets below. And you were snuggled up next to Kakucho, a glass of wine in hand.

You don’t even really recall what Kakucho is talking about. Some story about something stupid Sanzu did the other day while out on a mission. But you’re giggling incessantly into Kakucho’s ear, and your brain feels slightly fuzzy from the number of drinks that you’ve had.

“Kakucho”, you murmur. “Can we dance?”

“Are you sure you’re up for that love? How many glasses is that now?” He asks with a laugh.

“Oh shut up. I’ve had enough for me to think that dancing with you is a good idea and not enough to the point where I can’t stand.”

He laughs again but takes your hand in his and drags you to an open space near the windows. Soft jazz plays from the speakers, and Kakucho leads your movements. With one of your hands in his and the other around your waist, he pulls you close to him. It’s messy and slow, but with no one watching, the pressure of being the perfect spouse falls away. You lean your head up against Kakucho’s chest and sigh deeply.

“Y’know you don’t always have to treat me to these crazy trips Kaku. I’ve really had a great time tonight.

He leads you into a small twirl and then tugs you back close to him. “I know. But you’re my wife and you deserve the best.”

“Kakucho, I already have the best. I’m married to you.” A small smirk is pulling at your lips. He looks down at your playful expression and then groans at your statement.

“Cheesy, so cheesy. When did you start saying things like that?”

Your laugh echoes the room and Kakucho can feel it against his heart when you speak. “It doesn’t matter what we’re doing or where we are. All I ever want is just to be close to you.”

It didn’t take long into your relationship with Kakucho to figure out that his love language is acts of service. Now being married to him for years, doting on him in specific ways has become second nature to you.

After you’ve lived with him a while, the reasoning behind his love language becomes more clear. He’s lived a solitary life. One filled with loss and loneliness. And because of this, he craves your stability. The little things that you do to show him that you’ll always stay with him.

Your morning routine always begins the same. Kakucho’s alarm blares before the sun even begins to rise. You wake up alongside him even though you don’t have anywhere to be that early. Your work doesn’t start for another couple of hours, but working with Bonten has got Kakucho on a tight schedule always.

Sleep crusted in your eyes, and shirt askew, you trudge into your bathroom as Kakucho gets changed. He follows you soon after, one of his ties in hand. He doesn’t say anything, the both of you taking advantage of the only quiet hours of your usual hectic day.

You squint at the harsh overhead light, and then grab the tie from Kakucho’s hands. Looping it around his neck like you do every morning you do a neat tie; not too tight but not too loose, just the way Kakucho likes it. His eyes are closed and he’s leaning against the counter as you do this.

Sometimes, before he gets dressed Kakucho will follow you immediately into the bathroom. He gets out his shaving supplies and places them gently in your hands. You’ve never got the hang of it, but when your husband turns to you, the weight of the world reflected in his gaze, you know it’s the least you can do to help ease some of that weight. So you’ll start shaving the stubble that litters his jaw. You nick him once in a while but he never minds. It never really hurts and the care of your light fingers dabbing the area with a cotton swab, your apologetic eyes, and the kiss you place on the cut for ‘quick healing’ make it all worth it. He’d receive cuts from you 10 times over if it meant he could feel your lips on his jaw once more.

You shouldn’t be doing this. Kakucho told you he’d be late tonight and not to stay up late waiting for him to come home. You usually ended up doing that anyway and Kakucho never had the heart to chastise you for it, but this? This was a riskier step that could finally be the action that caused you to gain Kakucho’s ire.

It’s dark when you walk through the entrance to the Bonten offices. All workers had gone home for the day, and the eerie atmosphere of your steps echoing off the walls causes you to shiver. It’s at this moment that Kakucho’s voice sounds in your memory, a warning given to you years ago when you first had begun dating.

“I don’t want you near that building unless it’s an emergency, understand? It’s too dangerous.”

You know he only said that in order to protect you, but Kakucho has been gone since the crack of dawn and he’s lonely…..that counts as an emergency right?

He’d given you the room and code to his office, so you scurry up the elevator and walk down the hallway to his office without another thought.

His head shoots up when you walk through the door, his two-toned eyes immediately widening. “What happened? Why are you here? What’s wrong?”

You giggle a bit at his rapid-fire questioning. “Nothings wrong Kaku. Well except for the fact that you’re up here all alone doing paperwork. I thought you’d want some company?” your voice trails off in a question as Kakuchos eyes narrow at your words.

“You came all the way here in the dead of night to bring me company?”

“I- well... Yea..”

He lets out a sigh and slumps back into his chair. One of his hands comes up and drags across his face, in obvious frustration.

“Love, I told you it’s dangerous to visit me here. Even at night. Especially at night.”

“But it’s an emergency.” You mumble, eyes cast toward your feet. Kakucho sighs again a small ‘cmere’ leaves his lips.

You scurry to where he’s sitting and plop right onto his lap. You’re smirking knowing that Kakucho is weak when it comes to you, his wife. With the knowledge that you have one of the top executives of Bonten wrapped around your finger, you lean into near his face and whisper “See. I knew you’d warm up to me, Kaku.”

“Just let me finish my work so I can bring you back home. Okay, angel?” he scoots back up to his desk and wraps his arms around you to complete his paperwork. It’s slow going. Every five minutes you lean up and push his bangs back, kissing up the length of his scar. He shivers at the touch of your lips on his face. After years of this habit of yours, he still has never gotten used to your gentle touch on his marred skin.

Eventually, you plop your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. The scratch of Kakucho’s pen and his gentle breathing lull you to sleep. It isn’t until he standing up with you in his arms that you’re jostled awake.

“Are we going home?” your bleary eyesight can just barely make out the surroundings of the hallway that leads out of the building. Your mind is hazy from exhaustion.

“Yea princess. M’ taking you back home. We’ll go right to bed.” Kakucho murmurs into your ear.

“Can’t wait.” you whisper. And Kakucho’s heart seizes at the statement. He’s not the best husband, he’s aware of that. But it eats at him; the confirmation that the highlight of your day is just being in his presence in the comfort of your home. It’s the one thing that’s hard for him to provide and it’s the only thing you really ask of him.

Driving back, your head slumped against the window, soft snores leaving your lips, and Kakucho’s hand on your thigh, he wonders if he made a mistake in marrying you. For your sake, he knows there's someone better out there for you. Someone who could provide the daily comfort you require...someone who could deliver the ataraxia of a mundane life. He knows you’d never tell him, but it’s impossible to ignore the sound of your loneliness when it hangs in the air around you like stale rain.

The feeling of the coffee table was cold against your cheek. You were drinking again and the exhaustion of your day weighed on your shoulders. Through your hazy mind, you could just make out the sound of Kakucho's keys in the door of the penthouse and his shoes slapping on the marble floor. You lift your head off the coffee table to greet your husband, but your vision begins to swim and you let out a small groan.

“You drinking alone again?” Kakucho stopped at the edge of the living room and you meet his eyes, seeing the mix of concern and a little bit of disappointment swimming within them.

“Jus’ a little.” you hiccup and Kakucho lets out a sigh, coming over to sit behind you on the couch. You lean your head back onto Kakucho’s legs and stare up at him. “Missed you Kaku.. I- missed you.”

“That’s it? I come home to my wife drunk on the living room floor because she missed me?” His voice is skeptical, sensing that your heartache lies a little deeper.

“ m’ not drunk.”

“You’re practically burrowing your face into my thighs angel, and you can't speak one proper sentence. You’re drunk.” His hand comes up to caress your head that has indeed begun to nuzzle into the thick of his thigh. “You gonna tell me what’s really wrong? Or will I have to interrogate you all night?”

Tears begin to prick at your eyes. You try to hold them back but the tightness in your chest is crushing and soon they’re spilling down your cheeks. “I can’t- can’t do this anymore Kaku.” you whimper.

Kakuchos hands come down under your arms and he scoops you up, placing you on his lap. You waste no time in curling into his chest, small cries still leaving your lips. Kakucho brushes his fingers up and down your back and soon the familiar feeling of corded muscle and his smell of smoke and whisky begins to calm you down.

“Alright, who do I have to kill? Who’s got my girl all worked up?” You sniffle and then let out a little laugh at his question. Your husband is ever a mafia member at heart.

“No one Kaku... Well not really. No one in particular I guess. I’ve just been lonely lately. And it’s not your fault really, it’s not. I guess I thought we’d just be further along by this point. Or... I’d be further. Y’know-”

Kakucho cuts off your ramblings, pulling your head away from his chest to look directly into your eyes. “Further along? What are you even talking about?”

“Well I had lunch with Rin’s wife today and she’s pregnant. They just married last year. I know you’ve been busy, and I have too but… I thought- thought we’d have a family by now....” Your voice trails off and Kakucho almost has to bend his head down with how quiet you’re speaking too.

“Oh, love.'' His voice is light and he sounds crushed. More crestfallen than you’ve ever heard from your husband before. “Look at me, princess.” Your eyes flit to his nervously and he catches your chin between his fingers.

“You’ve never spoken about this before. I had no idea this is something you ever even wanted with me.” a hand comes up to brush a stray tear from under your eye “You only ever had to ask. Of course I want to have a family with you. I want to have everything with you. Want to give you the world if I could.” He brushes his lips across your forehead and your hands tighten at his suit jacket. You go to respond to his statement but he cuts you off once more.

“And for the record, you’re not behind just because Rin’s wife is pregnant before you. This isn’t a competition.”

“I know Kaku… it’s just hard not to compare myself with the other wives, Yknow? I feel like I’m always trailing after them. I have so much experience left to catch up on.” Your eyes are casted down to your lap, embarrassed by your vulnerable declaration.

Kakucho utters a quiet “Look at me, love” and when your eyes meet his, he continues. “I wouldn’t worry about that, angel. Sanzu’s wife brought their son into work the other day, and he’s a menace. Had him for two years now and they still don’t know how to fucking discipline.” You let out a laugh and Kakucho’s hands thread through yours giving your hand a squeeze.

“You think we’ll be any better than them?”

Kakucho scoffs “I know we’ll be better parents than them. Not that it’s a competition.” he tags on the last bit quickly and it draws another laugh out of you.

“Thank you, Kaku.” you whisper one last time before resting your head on his chest, succumbing to your exhaustion.

Kakucho places another kiss to your head and whispers “Anything for my wife.”

#screaming #f: tr #c: kakucho #g: fluff

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