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Kyoujurou likes living with Giyuu. He likes a lot of things, like he likes early mornings.
It might sound overly cliche and corny but he really does enjoy watching the sun come up. The natural reds, oranges, yellows and sometimes even pink and purple blend together to make the morning sky in which only some can enjoy watching. The view can be breathtaking on it’s own but in reality he likes watching Giyuu sleep the most.
Not in a weird way, he just truly enjoys watching him in such a state of peace.The warmness of the morning light peeking through their curtains never failed to look good against Giyuu’s skin, sometimes Kyoujurou couldn't help but softly rub his thumb against giyuu’s cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, watching his chest rise and fall, the occasional position change— especially when he pulls all the covers over to his side of their bed.
Memorizing everything about Giyuu from the faded scars on his jawline and above his eyebrow, to the way the corner of his lip curls downwards— when he’s on the verge of waking up and he wants to fight it.
Sometimes if Kyoujurou is lucky enough, Giyuu will wake up with him in the morning. With their tangled mess of limbs and their comforter hanging halfway off their bed, he’d always greet Giyuu with a kiss on the forehead and a small ‘good morning” with whatever energy he could cough up at the moment.
Giyuu, who absolutely despises the morning, would just squish his face into Kyoujuro’s chest, shoulder, or cheek for however long he needed— before returning the favor of placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. By then they’d both be pushing their way out of bed and dragging themselves off to the bathroom to get ready for the morning.
On colder days, they’d hit the snooze button on whatever they had to do that day. Rearranging themselves into a comfortable and oh-so-familiar position once again. Giyuu somewhat manages to wrap a single blanket around the both of them and he curls up in Kyoujuro’s lap. With sleep still clouding his eyes, and the motivation to respond in the most comprehensible way he could to people who message him after he's clocked out with his lover the night before, Kyoujurou sat upwards squinting at his screen.
His free hand roamed, his fingers finding their way towards Giyuu— to start twirling locks of hair that strayed far from his ponytail. It was always nice. Kyoujurou liked this.
In the past couple of months of living together, Kyoujuro learned a lot about his boyfriend. Giyuu will always claim the blue toothbrush when a new pack is bought, he leaves open cans of cat food for the stray cats that roamed their neighborhood, or that he absolutely despised sparkling water. Giyuu only eats hard boiled eggs on Mondays, or something Kyoujurou thinks about a lot— when picking an apartment, Giyuu instantly said no to the ones that had dishwashers.
When Kyoujuro questioned him, Giyuu made a face that makes him laugh every time he thinks about it— Giyuu is just a very simple man, he thinks washing dishes by hands is the most efficient way. It’s also just a bit nostalgic for him.
Kyoujuro remembers the look on Giyuu’s face as he recited the memories, being lined up along the counter, all assigned with something to do, one scrubs and lathers the dish in soap, the other rinses thoroughly with water, then someone places them in the rack to dry, while the previous dishes are placed into their respective cabinet. He looked so happy, yet so sad at the same time.
“There’s not enough of us to make it a four person process, but..” he pauses. “I’d still like to do dishes that way. With you.” Kyoujurou doesn't know if falling in love with the same person more than once is a real thing, but in his case— he’s making it real.
Billions upon billions of butterflies erupted in Kyoujurou’s stomach and he felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. He felt as if he could skip his whole way home with the intention of writing in a diary with, specifically, a pink glitter gel pen. Kyoujurou never thought a simple declaration could make his heart beat so loud he feels like Giyuu could hear it himself. He is in love.
Giyuu likes to crochet, and Kyoujurou likes that Giyuu likes to crochet.
Giyuu will spend hours sinking into his bean bag chair while crocheting and Kyoujurou thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. He’ll joke that Giyuu looks like an old lady, and Giyuu will loudly suck his teeth— then ask if he's at least a hot old lady. Giyuu’s not the best crochetter in the world, but Kyoujurou thinks he is. With every gift of a pair of socks, mittens, a hat, and or a scarf.
Kyoujurou wears his lover’s creations with pride. To him it doesn’t matter if one mitten happens to be longer than the other, or that in the middle of crocheting Giyuu ran out of yellow yarn and had to switch over to whatever he had left (the brightest blue you will ever see) now the appeal of the scarf is quite questionable— He’ll wear it.
Yes, he will get weird looks from people he passes in the supermarket because the scarf is so bright and flashy, and because the way it clashes with his hair it’s even flashier. And yes, his mean coworker (Sanemi) might just possibly (he definitely will) call it ugly, especially because it’s from Giyuu, but Kyoujurou doesn’t care. It’s special to him because it came from one of his most favorite people in the world. Giyuu made it with love, therefore he will show it off and wear it with love. He also fears that if he doesn’t wear it, it might make Giyuu feel bad about his skills.
Kyoujurou doesn’t discourage him!
Kyoujurou likes how comfortable Giyuu can be around him. Scratch that— he absolutely adores, and cherishes it. With exhaustion after a full night’s sleep painted on Giyuu’s face— he likes to shuffle his way over to Kyoujurou, who’s working his morning-lover magic over the stove. Mumbling something along the lines of what Kyoujurou could only assume was ‘ Why did you leave the bed ’ to which he could only reply with “Food!” and Giyuu can’t find a reason (or the energy) to argue with that. Giyuu takes his time, squishing his face into Kyoujurou’s bare back muscles, inhaling his familiar smell of the sun.
“I’m so tired,” Giyuu sighs. he lets his ice cold hands fall and clamp on boyfriend’s waist, making goosebumps shoot up Kyoujurou’s arms and down his back.
”You have ice blocks for hands, darling.” Kyoujurou chuckles while gritting his teeth.
He tries to bump him away with his backside. Happily ignoring his boyfriend’s attempts to push him away, Giyuu soaks in all of Kyoujurou’s warmth. Moving his head upwards to bury his face in the crook of Kyoujurou’s neck— he stays there.
“Do you want some of this food?” his lover questions. “I made enough for the both of us!”
“Yes please.”
Kyoujurou loves to stroll down the aisles of the supermarket with Giyuu. Sometimes (all of the time) they stray away from the set grocery list, grabbing things their younger selves could only dream of eating. Kyoujurou thinks it’s romantic, in it’s own… weird way.
He enjoys watching Giyuu stare into space and internally debate which flavor of box cake mix he’s in the mood for baking, and calling up his father (Urokodaki) to ask for specific brands of specific foods he enjoyed when he was younger. They bicker over how their parents prepared certain foods, ice cream flavors, and cereals that their younger siblings would enjoy when they all spend the weekend at their place.
“The cocoa version is TEN times better.” Kyoujurou reaches for the box of cereal, Giyuu swiftly swats his hand away— glaring at him while he shoves the shopping list in his pocket.
“This is not for you,” He knocked the fruity version of the cereal into the cart. “It is for the kids.”
Kyoujurou and Giyuu had both simultaneously agreed to let their siblings stay for a week (or more because their home is the second home), without the knowledge that the other had done the same. When it was brought up while they were eating dinner— Giyuu choked on his food, and Kyoujurou froze. It’s not like they thought taking care of their siblings for a week was hard— it’s just three teenagers against two people in their 20’s… is in fact a challenge. Senjuro, Nezuko, and Tanjirou are all good kids, they’re not scared.
More or so scared of what comes WITH those three. Tanjirou comes with a package deal with his 4 bestfriends— Inosuke, Kanao, Genya, and Zenitsu. They're all good kids at heart… but they are chaos magnets. With Senjuro and Nezuko comes the Tokito twins, nothing bad about them really— maybe they’re just a little intimidating but that's all.
“I’m practically a child at heart!” Kyoujurou announces loudly. “I’d know what something as simple as cereal they’d like!” his arms flail around before he promptly crosses them over his chest.
Giyuu pinches the bridge of his nose as he leans on the shopping cart, and chuckles. He looks up at Kyoujurou, through his hair that falls in front of his face. “So if I call Tanjirou right now,” Giyuu pulls his phone out of his back pocket. “And I ask, what kind of cereal they like. You have to clean the bathroom for six months.” Giyuu immediately starts to look through his messages to find Tanjirou’s contact.
“OKAY,” Kyoujurou stops him from hitting the call button. “Maybe I wanted the chocolate version of the cereal, the kids would’ve ate it anyways! I know my brother!! Senjuro is not picky at all, neither is Nezuko, and neither is Tanjirou.” he huffs, red in the face.
Giyuu throws his head back and lets out a genuine laugh through his nose. “Put the damn cereal in the cart, Kyou.”
“Pssh,” Kyoujurou looks flustered as ever. Giyuu caught him staring, there’s no debate but Kyoujurou finds him to be beautiful when he laughs. He avoids eye contact with Giyuu as he grabs the cereal box and places it in the cart. “Whatever”
Kyoujurou likes physical touch. He likes to touch, he likes to be touched, he likes physical contact anywhere and everywhere. Giyuu, on the other hand, is not all that big of a fan of PDA at all— but he makes room for Kyoujurou. Whether it’s linking their pinkies in a crowded place or intertwining their legs under the table at their favorite restaurant.
Giyuu will plant soft kisses on Kyoujurou’s cheek and one on his lips as they wait at a bus stop together, or let their knees touch and his head rest on Kyoujuro’s shoulder while they sit in an office together, loosely hug Kyoujuro’s waist while they stand in line. Giyuu will cater to Kyoujurou and his physical needs.
Giyuu likes quality time, or what he likes to call it “Quiet time” and Kyoujurou… likes that too!
He will join Giyuu’s side at any time of the day and read along to whatever book striked Giyuu’s interest that day— with no past knowledge of anything about the book (and proceed to question everything later on), or curl up into Giyuu’s lap as he flips through t.v channels and his hands find their way into Kyoujurou’s hair (which works wonderfully for the both of them), he will just sit in a comfortable silence with Giyuu— busy with their own things that have their hands tied up. But they’re doing it together— and giyuu enjoys that.
Kyoujurou loves to see Giyuu flustered. Watching his face go dark red as he gets showered in compliments upon compliments. Giyuu had the habit of covering his face and burying his nose in the crook of his arm— and Kyoujurou loves that.
Giyuu groans and calls him gross as Kyoujurou calls him, ”My beautiful knight in shining armor” draping his hand over his forehead and throws himself over the armrest of their couch, mockingly helpless. “But what would I do without you!!!” he snickers as he quickly makes his way over to Giyuu. Embracing him in a hug that Giyuu fights— just to give in.
“You like me soooooooooooo much, Tomioka” Kyoujurou elongates.
“You’re so gross.”
Kyoujurou loves Giyuu. Not like, but love. Truly, madly, and deeply.
And they do. They do in fact wash dishes together.