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stealing the hashira's haori part 2

| ft. tengen, mitsuri, obanai, gyomei

a/n: back by popular demand ! this one is def more haori *inspired* than haori driven lmao

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Tengen

three incredibly talented wives and the most handsome doting husband on the face of the earth?

god plays favorites

you’re hardly bored in such a loving crowd, but splitting your attention four ways can really take it out of you!

sometimes you just gotta

flee

makio’s the horniest woman alive

suma always wants to show you a pretty rock

tengen always wants to dress you up

and hina bless her heart, can only play mom for so long without a date night before she starts contemplating manslaughter

now that the four of them are retired, they act out around each other even more

and on this particular day you make sure to wake up just a bit earlier than everyone else

you have a mission

low level, on the other side of the prefecture

and as bad as it sounds, it’ll be so nice to get away from home for a while

where you won't have to worry about doing enough laundry to clothe the entire country

or about who gets to be the little spoon

or even, as guilty as it makes you feel, about that tiny tinge of jealousy you stuff down when your spouses stave off their boredom by fighting for each other’s attention

all you gotta do is creep out of your shared bedroom without tripping over anyone’s futon and you’re free for the weekend

you ease suma off your chest and tuck her back in by the dawn light peaking through the curtains

she’s a sleep farter

she’ll cover your escape

hina grumbles when you sneak past her pillow, floorboards creaking

you wade through the satin chaos that is your husband’s bedding

careful of makio’s hair peeking out from under a flamboyant purple sheet

across the hallway, down the stairs, and through the kitchen, your packed bag is waiting right where you hid it

it feels nice to tie your leg wraps and button up your uniform without also having to beat your worried lovers off with a stick

although it doesn’t quite feel right to leave without saying goodbye

you fasten the ribbon hina wove you for your wedding day around your wrist

you secure makio’s good-luck hair pin behind your ear

and drop suma’s favorite rock in your pocket

she carved ‘fuck them demons’ into it

the morning breeze drifts through the open windows and just when you think you can’t possibly miss them all already

the smell of Tengen’s spring haori, the one hung up on the porch wafts over to you

of course he wears enough perfume to drown out the flowers

adjusting the nichirin swords on your back you step out onto the veranda and nestle your face into the cloth

it’s soft against your cheeks

wet with dew

“Baby, no need to resort to dirty laundry,”

christ

“the real thing’s always in arm’s reach.”

your eyes heft open

“Uzui Tengen, i could smell you from the other side of the country”

your husband stands in the kitchen behind you, arms crossed and grinning

topless

and generally broad

he moves forward before you can come up with a good excuse for perving around his clothes

“you had to rob us on top of running away?”

“i’m not running away Ten”

“is this because i like being the little spoon?”

“tengen–”

“no need to go start a new family about it”

Tengen unhooks the haori from the line and leans down close to wrap it around your shoulders

he’s right

he smells nicer than any spring flowers

“mission?” he murmurs

he rests a hand on your head once the the haori is snug over your uniform and smooths down your bedhair

“yeah”

“nervous?”

“not yet”

he gives one of the nichirin swords on your back a strong flick and the metallic sound rings satisfyingly through the courtyard

“i gave you these swords to protect yourself so c–”

“you gave me these swords because i have 100% of the hands required to wield them”

“–so come back safe you little shit”

he tilts your head up by your chin and kisses your forehead

“you’re doubting the sound hashira?” you chide

every movement you make in his clothes wafts the sweet smell of him around you

he smiles when you remind him of your title

he smiles at the thought of throwing you an obnoxious homecoming party

he smiles when he realizes he’s never getting that haori back

he kisses you again quickly, lips and tongue to taste you, and slaps your ass just hard enough to knock you off the porch

Mitsuri

the end of a long day at your girlfriend’s house always means one thing

bath time baby

the kanroji estate is luxury darling

and Mitsuri is never too busy to longue in the tub with you before bed

so where is she?

honey drips off the bread you toasted for her

“…she promised..” you grumble to yourself and sink low into the water

a berry rolls lazily off of its tea plate and splashes a dollop of cream onto the floor

Mitsuri swore she’d be back from her mission tonight

was she hurt?

oh lord did she faint?

she’s a fainter– what if she saw a line of baby ducks?

oh god, what if she heard a baby’s first laugh?

she’d be out for at least the next twelve hours

she could be unconscious in the street in godknows what kind of pastryless shithole!

your eyes widen

is she dying of starvation?

out in a field like some wild animal waiting to be picked apart by vultures!

the village she was sent to couldn’t possibly be wealthy enough to feed her the 6000 calories she needs twice a day

you should have known! you should have packed her more food!

the bath was beginning to feel like a coffin

you melt dramatically out of the tub and pace in front of the bathroom door, back and forth and back and forth

you’d assemble the pillars immediately

Mitsuri’s simple white haori hangs limply beside the mirror where she left it days ago

too hot for haori, she’d said before kissing you goodbye, groggy and still in bed

tears well up in your eyes

the damn thing smells like strawberries

“Oi, trophy wife! get the fuck out here”

an angry voice disrupts your search&rescue planning and startles every bird from the cherry trees outside

Sanemi

perfect

you could lecture him about being quieter later the bees cant make honey under duress; now is the time for action

you inhale your girlfriend’s sweet smell one more time and wrap yourself up in the haori to answer the call from the front of the house

you stride from the bath through the halls, past the rows of stretching tsugukos in the calisthenics room great job everyone and burst into the foyer with the slap of a sliding door

“perfect timing Shinazugawa!”

“you’re fucking naked!”

Sanemi shields his eyes in the entryway and Giyuu stands cooly beside him

both a little bloody, eyes sagging with lack of sleep from a mission

“I have a message for Kanroji from Master Ubuyashiki. Where is she?” Giyuu is calm

you are not

“I was hoping you’d know!”

“Is she not back yet?”

“Where the fuck is she?!” Sanemi wails

every time Sanemi meets the Love Pillar’s prized possession he remembers why he hates you both so much

“rally the troops, men!” you pluck Giyuu’s ancient crow from his shoulder and toss it out the window, “alert master Himejima first!”

“do NOT–!” Sanemi snatches the crow back inside by its little foot

giyuu was struggling to remember why they came at all

something about a mission report…

“Master Ubuyashiki is looking for me?”

all three heads turn around to the front door, surprise, desperation, and hatred

at Mitsuri

pink cheeks in the sunset and two arms stuffed full of bento

“boys! you beat me back? I thought for sure I’d–”

“you stopped for dinner?!” Sanemi screeches

but Mitsuri didn’t freeze because of Shinazugawa’s screams

the bento clatter to the pavement stones

rolled egg dashed across the walkway

her eyes have locked on target

you.

“Mitsuri my love!” you squawk

Giyuu tugs Sanemi cautiously back by the sleeve

and she barrels inside

the woman is airborne from the time she crosses the threshold of her house to the moment she launches into you

“BABY!!!”

you’re forced stumbling backwards from the weight of her and she crushes you messily against the nearest wall

Sanemi gags

“so– so cute for me y/n! only a haori?! my haori?! what, is it my birthday?” Mitsuri cooes and and runs her hands up the sides of your legs until she hits your hips and your very short hem

“i love seeing you in my clothes”

Giyuu rests his head against the doorframe, puzzled

Sanemi, overcome with loyalty for Ubuyashiki, quietly asks his crow to pluck out his eyes instead of abandoning the mission

a tsuguko weedles out of the side room and ushers the two male hashira to the front door

blessedly, before Mitsuri tries to drizzle you in honey right there in the vestibule

“we will try a different day” Giyuu determines as the door is closed in his face

“i'll take my own life before coming back here”

Obanai

“Iguro! Very bold today!” Rengoku beams from the clearing where he and Mitsuri are beating a few tsuguko to a pulp

Obanai ignores him

6am and already in an absolutely foul mood

“yeah dude, finally feelin’ a little flashy?” Tengen teases behind a hot cup of tea on the veranda

not even dawn tempers the insufferability of his teammates

“leave me be peacock”

auxiliary training day

one of the few days a year the pillars gather without the oversight of Ubuyashiki

and honestly just an excuse to take out pent up exhaustion on tsuguko just strong enough not to die

and get totally trashed

liquor has been barred from all extracurricular hashira activities after Mitsuri broke a few noses last year– none of them her own.

“Iguro, my friend, w–”

“--Good morning Himejima,” he interrupts, impatient, and generally sour.

Obanai only just arrived on the scene

why in the world is everyone trying to talk to him?

he strides as quickly as he can manage to the equipment building to gather training supplies and get this day over with

get back to you

he wished you were–

why weren’t you–

right

you’d fought this morning

he still couldn’t quite understand how it started but it got loud enough to unsettle the crows outside

you’d wanted to come with him so badly

to see everyone all together for the first time in so long

why didn’t you?

everything about this morning was stupid and so anger inducing

Shinobu stands with Sanemi a little ways off the the two of them eye him clearly across the clearing

what the fuck does everyone want from him–

“No haori this morning?”

Obanai startles uncharacteristically when Muichiro’s voice tumbles down from above

the boy is napping in a tree

“Everyone is thinking ‘he’s half naked’ if that’s what you’re wondering.”

!!!

he left in such an angry rush he forgot his haori!

and–

“Obanai,” Giyuu yawns and approaches the supply shed, “No snake today? Has he finally died?”

–Kaburamaru!

—

you have *not* forgotten why you fought with your husband this morning

jerk

“there’s no need for you to be there.” Iguro said in bed when you held him close and whispered how excited you were to see everyone

“Huh? Do you not want me to come?”

“I don’t care either way.”

and thus the brawl began

you were looking forward to this weekend for so long!

rousing stories to celebrate another year with no hashira casualties

Shinobu’s absolutely darksided drinking games

to catch up with the uzui wives while your husbands fought each other to the death

what you really wanted was to live in Iguro’s world, just for a few days

standing tall beside him not too tall now watching him practice this part of his life he keeps so separate from you

and Iguro had the nerve to be indifferent to your company!

thirty minutes after leaving you alone (at your request) to sink into your anger

Obanai bursts through the door to your room at the inn, very nearly out of breath

“My haori! is Kabu– Y/n?”

He’s frozen in the doorway at the sight of you dripping tears, and what appears to be.. strangling the neck of his haori?

Kaburamaru is coiled gently around your shoulders

those tears must emit some kind of pheromone because snake be damned, Obanai can’t even remember what he came back here for now that you so obviously need help

..or the fact that he’s probably the reason

“Darling, are you hurt?” he kneels close to you and wipes at your cheeks with both hands

if Kaburamaru could roll his eyes..

“get off Iguro”

“I will not”

he wipes some more, all thumbs and gentle fingers

you throw his haori angrily over his head and scrunch back against the edge of the futon

fresh out of big loud fighting energy

“go on then you have your haori, go train without me”

“i don’t want to be without you”

sweet soft asshole

"you came back for Kabu not me."

"you...asked me to leave you alone?"

it becomes apparent quickly that this is not the right response

“I would like you to come with me always” he continues earnestly

“well i never would have guessed”

“Y/n I just don’t want you to have to spend time with my idiot teammates”

“I like them!”

“I only said I didn’t care if you came because i want you to be happy!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

just fight or fuck, Kaburamaru is surely thinking

“If you want to go I am happy, if you want to stay I am happy! It doesn’t matter which one you chose because I am happy when you’re happy!”

“I want you to be excited to bring me!”

“I’m not excited to go!”

the ridiculousness of this prolonged argument gets to you, and you can’t not crack a smile in the sudden quiet

Iguro visibly relaxes and leans his head against the wall beside you

“I’m..I’m being dramatic, I’m sorry Iguro”

Kaburamaru stretches across your lap to resituate himself around your husband’s chest

“no Y/n, I’m sorry”

you roll your sleepy eyes at him and hold his bandaged face in two hands,

“i always want you to be with me” he murmurs, “even when i’m on missions– even times like that when it’s selfish. you’re brilliant. your presence makes everything tolerable”

“don’t forget you called me a moron earlier”

“Y/n, you called me a ‘huge dickwad fuckhead’ so I–”

“and i was right!”

“in my defense,” he smiles now too, you can always see it in his eyes, “i actually said that you were 'acting like my moron teammates'”

“a terrible defense!”

–

An hour passes before the two of you finally trekk back up to the traininggrouds

you’re met with a chorus of

“Y/n!”s and “It’s wonderful to see you!"s

the uzuis beat you here thank god

all enjoying breakfast in the shade of the veranda

although Makio is the quickest to remind Iguro why he hates the entire Uzui family so goddamn much

“Obanai, you leave to get your spouse and come back with more clothes on than when you left??”

“Something went wrong in transit my friend!” Tengen sneers and high fives his wife

Gyomei

you were always a fragile tsuguko

no offense

but this just doesn’t feel like your line of work

“a cold?” Genya huffs when you drag your fucking corpse out of the river

“you seriously have a cold?”

you’re as irate as you can manage

“you don’t?!”

“it’s july”

“we’re training in a waterfall”

“It 106° out”

“i’m not cold, i have a cold you fucking oaf”

three days of mountain training with only the stone hashira and his new tsuguko– a child might you add

was going to suck the life force out of you

unless the leeches on this godforsaken mountain beat them to it

you shudder and crawl to your belongings laid out safely on stones beside the riverbed

it started as as a tickle in the back of your throat at dawn, and by noon the tickle turned into a raging headache and so much mucus

camp is a just a few feet away, but you doubt you can manage the walk

sore from the inside out and probably barely breathing

Genya crouches beside your body splayed out on the river rocks

“i’m not carrying you”

he perfected the role of little brother the very second Gyomei added him to the team

“then let me die in peace”

“don’t die until the Master comes back” he smiles and walks back into the river to finish his assignment for the afternoon

you roll onto your back, cold and wet, to look for something to at least start drying off with

your clean uniform top radiates warmth on a large stone in front of you while your wet undershirt clings to your chest

maybe it’ll sap the warmth from your body fast enough to counteract the fever?

a fever in 100° weather

jeez, how many times had you been this embarrassed?

your things and Genya’s, look like piles of trash compared to your Master’s carefully folded uniform and heavy flail

Himejima stripped down to his hakama this morning and left his belongings with your’s before going to push a boulder up a mountain or some other impossible feat

save a family of deer from a fire

build a village for orphans

cure cancer

whatever he did on his training days

huge, shirtless, and blind

handsome

just out there terrorizing the forest until dinner

you lean against the biggest rock you can find, careful to stay close to the river in case Gyomei returns or Genya starts drowning or something

apparently being Gyomei’s tsuguko also means being Sanemi’s unpaid aupair

but the Shinazugawas are the last thing on your mind the very second you lay eyes on your saving grace

Gyomei’s happi

you can feel every sickly sore muscle in your arm as you pull it off it’s warm rock and into your damp lap

you won’t die today!

you’ll dry off on the shore and join Genya once your energy returns

before your master even knows anything has happened

you might not be cut out for demon slaying, but you have the brains of a criminal mastermind

you wrap the length of the green jacket around your body and feel absorbed by its size

its warm smell

like incense

Gyomei always smells like sage

you chuckle a little at the Namu Abida Butsu embroidered on the inner hem and draw your knees to your chest

thank you buddha indeed

by the time your master returns, the sun has set enough to light a fire at camp without roasting anyone’s skin off in the summer heat

Genya is still situated under the rush of the waterfall nearby and Gyomei realizes a day spent swimming in refreshing waters might not be the soul crushing training he thought it was

so where are you?

he wanders towards the riverbed to get dressed and call his tsuguko back to the campsite for dinner

Genya will know where–

where..

..you are

you’re here

he’s almost stepped on you

“Y/n.”

his voice is deep and rumbling but it doesn’t reach you

you’re curled up inside his happi beside the equipment rock

close enough to the water that the river’s tide licks your hair every time it rolls close

“training is not over.” he scolds and kneels to tug you out of the damp

“you’ll get sick like this”

but he feels the heat of your body through his clothes before his hand even touches your shoulder

You manage a quiet “Hime..ji..mm…” when the scent of sage grows stronger in the water around you

“Y/n? Oh– oh no.”

If you were awake you’d probably pass away from the thought of your master scooping you up in a damp bundle in his arms

Gyomei ushers Genya back with a wave of his hand instead of bellowing across the river while you slump hot against his chest

breathing feebly into the crook of his neck

gently enough to make the skin of his back prickle in waves

enough to replace every ounce of frustration in his heart with worry

if you were awake you’d probably slap yourself for even imagining what Gyomei’s breathing sounded like this close to his lips

or how the soft skin of his palms felt smoothing cool cloths against your cheeks

it’s exactly because you aren’t awake that you reach for his hand when he feels your forehead for fever beside the campfire

it’s probably because you're not awake that he lets you

and wonders at just how much smaller your fingers are than his as the two of you cling together gently

for a second

just like this

you sick of training, and him sick with concern

<<< part 1

#tengen's had to be long bc ur married to so many goddamn uzuis #mitsuri's gf is absolutely as dramatic as rengoku #thats why she loves ya #sanegiyuu + mitsuri x gf is the opposite of mlm wlw solidarity #i love the idea of dumb soft! obanai x emotional partner #reminds me of his relationship with mitsuri a bit! just feels right #weridly enough #i really hc gyomei's soulmate as a zenitsu-like character #strong but a touch too dramatic #exhausted constantly #especially by genya lol #tengen x reader #mitsuri x reader #obanai x reader #gyomei x reader #sfw #kny

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