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[hizzashii]

The other keeps talking, but Yoriichi keeps listening--there was something oddly soothing in his voice. The florist quickly finds he enjoys listening to the rambling as he works--though reminds himself it may not be wise to say as much.

"You didn't do anything too terrible, then; if you truly upset her, she'd let you know," and perhaps that were giving his twin a little too much credit, but...Yoriichi will keep that part to himself.

"She's strong enough, she sometimes forgets to hold back," is the only clarification he gives.

As topic returns to flowers, Yoriichi nods with a smile, "Yeah; I think it's because they remind her of her spouse. Though...she seemed fond of them before she met Dōma, so maybe it's not just that."

He seems pleased by Hakuuji's approval, still.

"Thank you; I know she'll like them. Just...maybe don't mention being old, even if she is the elder twin," a light jest.

a nervous fidget of hands from hakuji, “yeah. i didn’t really mean it in an insulting way, but i’m… pretty shit with figuring out the right thing to say.”

a hint of laughter, eyes looking to the side, “i get into fights more often than not, because i always say the wrong thing to the wrong guy — and then i have to attend work in bruises. she... had a lot of restraint.”

unable to gauge when to stop talking, he continues to fill the silence, “especially after being caught in an elevator with me, i’m kinda surprised she didn’t behead me by the end of it. she’s strong in more ways than one.”

and then, a bashful gaze saunters back over to meet the florist’s, “...lotus?”

that reminded him of someone. didn’t dōma mention lotuses last time they met? granted, hakuji was about ready to pass out from pure anger during such a day, but — what a weird coincidence.

and with that, purple flowers are presented. hakuji gives a quick nod, “yeah — that’ll be fine, hopefully.”

cheeks grow hot again, “...thanks. you’re kind for wanting to help.”

[hizzashii]

what kind of tragedy are you?

written in the stars

it had to end this way. we all know it. only you were unaware. you had hope. hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. we all knew you would look back, oh love, there’s no other version of the story. and yet, alongside you, we still had hope. we believed in you, even though we knew you couldn’t win. and you believed in yourself till the last moment. it isn’t fair, is it? you didn’t know you were doomed.

tagged by: @hakuuji owies!!!!!

[hizzashii]

He seems so nervous, Yoriichi instinctively smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring manner, hands moving in a gesture he hopes is soothing--gently shushing, an attempt to be soothing.

"No need to apologize; you didn't do anything wrong."

It wasn't the first time he were mistaken for his sibling; it were almost nice, considering how different they had become.

Still, he can't help the somewhat confused tilt of his head, "Insulted her?" With Michikatsu's temper, that didn't always take very much...though curious, Yoriichi doesn't try to force the other to tell him more.

Instead, it's with a reassuring smile as he nods in understanding, "Of course; her favorites are lotus, though that may not be suitable for an apology..." voice begins to trail in thought as Yoriichi leads the way into the shop, a soft hum to fill the silence as he works.

And soon enough, a small bouquet of purple flowers is presented for Hakuuji's judgment.

"Is this more suitable?"

and hakuji seems to immediately start stammering, “i–i–i mean—” the voice was different, less ferocious than hers. and yet, as he takes the time to observe, he notices that they had different hairstyles — where her hair texture was sharp enough to poke an eye out, the florist’s hair was softer; gentler.

cheeks turn a deep pink as he struggles to get a sentence out, “s–sorry, that was stupid of me.”

and then, given time, he registers that he was asked a question, “uh– yeah. i just found out today. i insulted her,” long pause, “...what kind of flowers does she like? i’ll just take that, i–if that’s okay.”

why was he stuttering so much? why was his face so hot–?

[hizzashii]

He didn't truly expect anyone so late--it were rare. Perhaps a last minute order, or someone remembering an important date at the last moment, but the shop were quiet at this hour. He busied himself with straightening up, checking on the plants, preparing for the morning when the door suddenly opens.

"Hello; how can I help yo--", and then his brain catches up to the words, forgetting to finish the ingrained line.

Two jobs--? A pause as Yoriichi's brain tries to finish catching up, before the puzzle piece finally falls into place. "Oh! You must mean my twin sister? Do you work with her?"

@hizzashii / closed starter.

okay, so maybe he SHOULDN'T have called her an old lady to her face. admittedly, he felt fucking terrible — whether she wanted to bop him on the head or not, it was the least he could do. she did save him, after all —

man, he didn’t even know what flowers to order. it was with a rub of the back of his head, he shoulder-barges his way past the door, “hey, so i know you’re closing in 30 minutes, but i’m in a pinch here—”

looks up, and lo and behold, “...do you... work two jobs??”

[hizzashii]

Yoriichi allows the other to move him, though not without the soft whine for the principal of the thing--a noise of complaint for there being distance between them more for the sake of complaining than anything else.

Akaza doesn't give him chance to speak up however as his lips are captured in a kiss instead, a soft sound escaping once more--though this time, too small to be much of anything.

Instead, kisses are returned--first shyly, then with slightly increasing boldness with each one shared. For the other, he immediately grows more comfortable, arms wrapping around as those hangs cling to his kimono.

By the time they part, Yoriichi is flushed and breathless, breath coming in small little gasps.

"--y-ou're too much."

and brows cock upwards at the response yoriichi gave — ah, how he pulled upper two back in, time and time again. as much as he loved to toy with him, something he enjoyed ever-more was seeing those little, sparing moments of biting back.

that’s not fair. akaza could hear it perfectly, as much as yoriichi cut himself off. oh, if only the other knew how much that little act of meeting his tenacity drove him wild.

“then if that’s what you want…” smaller demon smiles thoughtfully, before he adjusts himself so they were face-to-face, “‘i’ll do anything for you, yorii-chan — just say the word.~”

and with that, akaza lips suddenly press to the other’s in a moment of broken-down hunger. truth be told, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back much longer — especially with how adorable the other was acting. heart skips a beat as he can taste him, tempted to prick lip with fang — but he holds back. wait for it. wait for him to say he wants it.

he kisses him and kisses him, claws hooking to the other’s clothes as a means to stop himself from floating away, only parting to let out a fractured sentence, “i–i,” kiss, “love,” kiss, “y–you.”

[hizzashii]

Hearing those words and its only his face in Akaza's shoulder that muffles the sound that nearly escapes him, nudging the smaller demon with a horn in gentle insistence to not say that--

Fingers curl in the fabric of his clothing still, holding the other close despite his whining embarrassment.

But he were oh so cruel, knowing Yoriichi would be forced to admit for he were simply too innocent to not be fully honest--he were such an easy target, wasn't he?

"that's not--"

fair, that's not fair.

that grip on Akaza subtly tightens.

"...no."

“aww, don’t say that.”

as the other buries his face to his shoulder — akaza’s purr only grows louder. he adjusts himself, resting cheek to the crown of yoriichi’s head — raising claws to draw circles on his back, “i know for a fact you taste delicious, yorii-chan. you're my favourite thing to swallow.~”

no shame in admitting that. however, he peeps out, “ohh, was i meant to say that? out in the open? oops.”

“hey,” tight breath out, “you said i bully you, hmm?”

circles drawn to his back suddenly pause.

“do you want me to…” cruel cruel cruel, “...stop?”

[hizzashii]

he knew just how to make his brain stop working, that little dusting of pink turning into full on flush as pink eyes widen and yoriichi is certain he could feel his heart stutter in its beats--he's even more certain that akaza can hear it thundering away in his ribs.

he doesn't know whether to pull akaza back in or sink to the ground on wobbly knees, but yoriichi manages to not do either: instead there's little more than a sway as he takes an extended moment to find his words.

"i, uh; i don't think i'd taste very good--"

what a dumb things to say, and its quickly followed by a pathetic whine as he finally reaches out, wrapping arms around akaza and hiding face against his shoulder. "you bully me so."

“always, hmm...?” akaza giggles, long golden nail tickling under the other’s chin. then, a gentle grip upon the other’s face, “oh yorii-chaaan, you’re so cute…”

he leans in, seductive purr rumbling in his chest. but right before their lips met, akaza pauses, “you’re making my heart beat so quickly, i can’t help it—”

“your stutter, your innocent-little-blush,” licks his lips, and then pulls away completely, “i could just eat you up, princess. ♡”

[hizzashii]

he doesn't move away this time, when akaza once more closes the distance between them and those arms loop around--instead, he lets hands rest upon the other's hips, not knowing where else to put them.

flush dusts his cheeks now though, swallowing thickly as akaza leans in so close. "o-of course, i often miss you."

innocently blunt, as usual.

and akaza hums absentmindedly, before there was a tilt of his head, “oh no, you came just in time.~”

a flutter of long, pink lashes — looping arms loosely around the other’s neck, body pressed up against him ever-so-delicately (can’t have him breaking on him, now).

“i missed you so much,” leans in further — could yorii-chan smell the rot on his breath? “did you miss me, too...?”

[hizzashii]

He had caught Akaza's scent on the night breeze, yet nothing could prepare him for the way the other lands like a meteor before him--a sudden pause of surprise as he instinctively move back.

It matters little, with Akaza leaning in so close. At least Yoriichi's mind finally catches up--somewhat. "--ah?" Caught off guard by the nickname, by the affection, Yoriichi must try again. "--I were returning. Did I take too long?"

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and should one go walking alone that night, the demon would always be lurking behind. a delighted smile, and a bubbly laughter echoing through the streets — akaza suddenly appears ahead of yoriichi, launching down from the sky and landing right in front of him.

"ah, there you are," slowly turning, a maddening gaze in his eyes — akaza leans in close — too close, "i've been searching everywhere for you, yorii-chan.~ ♡"

[hizzashii]

( from hakuuji ) "you can turn around now," should yoriichi look, he'll find akaza, completely bare-faced. he wasn't a great shapeshifter, but he at least wanted his partner to see his true face, at least once. pink lightly dusts his cheeks, "what do you think?" ☀️ @hakuuji

He liked Akaza as he was--Yoriichi never minded the marks. No, instead he considered them simply part of the other, and it never occurred to him that Akaza could fade them away. Perhaps it were a tendency of being innocently oblivious, but--

Yoriichi is still blushing as pink eyes turn to see him, immediately taken by how pretty he looked with those pink lashes now standing out so.

"--you're beautiful."

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t.sugikuni demon twins in me and ari's main verse :'3 @tsukkiakarii / @hizzashii

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during a call me and ari discussed d.oma and yorii spending "quality time" together (i.e. d.oma plots torture while doing his makeup) @hizzashii

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wife rating scale test

a lower score than aniue is a mercy--

[hizzashii]

As Akaza begins to work, as he feels such gentle tugs to his hair as the comb separates and detangles so gingerly, Yoriichi's eyes draw half-lidded and tension leaves his shoulders.

"--thank you," he had to take a moment to acknowledge the compliment. He treasured each one Akaza gave him. "I don't know when it gained it, exactly. The only time I had seen her as a demon was...perhaps eighty years, after she had disappeared from us, and it wasn't present then. Here is the first I saw it." He had a suspicion, but isn't certain he'd be bold enough to question her.

At the notion of his mother being rough with him, Yoriichi starts to shake his head before remembering and falling still once more. "--no, she were always gentle. We only knew her as benevolent."

Benevolent. Perhaps odd wording for a child to describe his mother, but when Yoriichi remembers their father...her benevolence is the first that came to mind.

and with everything that were soft and fragile, akaza almost hesitates to touch it out of fear of him breaking the other. however, there’s a certain vibration in the air — something only he was attuned to, in the sense of seeing passion in others. it was from the realisation of yoriichi’s feelings, that he starts to (albiet delicately) comb through tresses of messy hair.

“your hair suits you,” he compliments bluntly, “and her hair suits her. i didn’t know that it used to not have red in it.”

a smile to himself; fingers got caught in knots pretty quickly, but he remains patient and slowly detangles.

“i don’t think you’ve told me much about your mother,” he continues, “if she brushed your hair, she must have been caring to you.”

a lean in, curious.

“...or did she brush it roughly?”

[hizzashii]

A small smile tugs at his lips as he listens to Akaza speak--though he didn't feel as if he'd look nearly as lovely as sibling with such jewels, it were the other demon's teasing that flattered him.

"If it were you that asked, she would probably let you still," for he had long ago noticed it, the way Kokushibō seemed to hold trust in him. Something Michikatsu had never given, that he could recall--besides maybe one who wielded flames instead.

He hopes Akaza knows how special he is.

Yoriichi feels the hand, but nothing prepares him for that whispered word, the way Akaza sounds so awed--flush stains Yoriichi's cheeks, albeit hidden. He often felt so isolated, so alone, for even when there were those nearby none dared to draw too near, always viewed him as something so other.

To be touched, to be held dear, had been so long denied the selfish part of him craves it.

"...aniue didn't always have red in her hair; when we were young, it were only I," in a bit of shyness, he decides to speak to fill the silence. Though their features were so similar, it were still quite easy to tell twins apart--Yoriichi's hair sports a dark chestnut shade around its red, a wave that may even form a curl if it were shorter. "She and mother were the only ones who brushed mine back then."

“anything?” he repeats, teasingly, “maybe i could steal one of kokushibo’s pins. i’ve always wanted to play around with them — but as you can see, my hair isn’t very long.”

a soft chuckle, “i’m kidding.”

his heart admittedly skipped a beat at the notion of trust. it was rare he was trusted, even amongst his fellow associates under muzan. most cowered, some tried to challenge him — but it was always a sense of either authority or rivalry. the only one who seemed to trust him other than yoriichi was kokushibo, herself.

…it felt nice.

lost in feelings for but a moment, akaza eventually gives his eyes a blink as he comes back to reality. yoriichi’s hair. right. there was an almost hesitant reach out — as if he were dealing with something delicate and artistic. whether matted and tangled, or straight and proper — it always looked so untouchably beautiful.

it almost felt sinful to touch something so stunning — so, it was with a clear of his throat, he gathers every ounce of bravery he had and finally dips fingers into dark tresses.

“soft…” he breathes out, in sheer surprise (accidentally, a purr hiccups out of him).

[hizzashii]

Upon noting the gesture, he obeys without thought--lowering himself to sit seiza though it would be a lie to say his mind were not lingering upon that nail along his jaw, a pleasant tingle he couldn't properly identify beyond pleasure.

Blank expression softens upon those words, however--something akin to amusement. He had never truly been taught how to manage his hair, and Yoriichi were often guilty of forgetting about himself: he couldn't count how many times his twin has scolded him for such.

"I trust you--you can do anything you want to."

@hizzashii / closed starter.

and he gestures for yoriichi to lower himself. tracing a blunt nail along the curve of his jaw, there was a sigh from akaza — before he slowly (as to not take him by surprise) circles around him and perches behind.

“i’ve wanted to do this for some time,” an affectionate smile unseen rests on his lips, “your hair’s needed brushing since i first met you.”

and then, “i can try brushing it in front of you, if you’d prefer to have me where you can see me.”

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