#and I’m drooling over it just bc it’s Giyuu wearing it

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Low quality Valentine special Giyuu you are so special to me 💙

[kny-agere]

Can I request Cg giyuu and Little obanai where obanai gets upset and ends up regressing and giyuu has to calm him down?

Sorry for this being kinda short!! Again I’m not very good at writing Iguro :p Don’t feel bad abt requesting him bc of that tho!! Hopefully I will get better and I hope people enjoy this still

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“Calm down. I’ve slayed the demon.” Giyuu is quick to comfort (or attempt to) his distraught comrade. His hand awkwardly pats Iguro’s back.

It’s not uncommon for any of his teammates to have a distressing reaction to such a fearsome creature. It’s not even uncommon for a hashira to react in such a way given the stressful circumstances. He isn’t familiar however with the way Iguro tucks his thumb into his mouth, stabbing through the bandages rather than removing them. The younger man is curled up into himself. He rocks back and forth, haori getting covered in dirt.

Tomioka tries to make sense of the situation. He isn’t very friendly with most of the other hashira, but the man isn’t heartless despite what his coworkers may think. For now he doesn’t disturb Obanai, taking a mere moment to observe. It’s not a very happy sight but he’s worried a careless action might make the situation worse.

The pupil in Iguro’s good eye is dilated. His unoccupied hand is being used to tug at the striped haori he wears. It’s as if he’s trying to tuck himself into the smallest ball possible. Most of his face is hidden. The half that isn’t covered by his bandages is masked by messy hair. Kaburamaru sits in his usual place around his owner’s neck. A tiny forked tongue flickers out to dip into the tears that spill over Iguro’s cheeks.

Once he can’t find any bruises or cuts on the outside of his companion’s body Giyuu kneels down next to him. When he waves his hand in front of Obanai’s face the boy’s teal eye focuses on the movement. His golden right eye moves too, but it’s slow and remains unfocused.

“I’m going to pick you up.” He hopes the warning will stop both the boy and his snake from struggling in any way. (Come to think of it Giyuu isn’t sure if the reptile is venomous, or even aggressive in the first place.)

Obanai is light, shockingly so. There’s still a hint of muscle on his thin arms but not as much as he expected. Even Muichiro might be bulkier. Tomioka isn’t a doctor though so he doesn’t know what to make of the discovery. For now he’s just glad that he won’t have to carry too much weight (Giyuu remembers having to drag a drunken Uzui back to his room, that was much more difficult). There shouldn’t be any other demons in the area but finding a place for the night would be best.

While the hashira waits for his crow to return with directions he paces in circles. The movement seems calming to Iguro. What were loud sobs have since tapered off into quiet hiccups.

Tomioka doesn’t offer any words. He’s not quite sure what to say and any interruption would likely just put his companion in a worse state. His hands aren’t very clever either but they pat Iguro’s back gently. It’s an action he’s seen Shinobu do when she comes across an injured or mourning slayer.

By the time Kanzaburo returns with directions Iguro is asleep and drooling on his shoulder. Tomioka doesn’t fancy getting scolded by Iguro so he’s happy to continue carrying the man around. Oddly enough the weight in his arms is even comforting.