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"ehh~? no one else is here yet?"
Hazui quipped to himself, looking around the room that was assigned to his work division. Nanashi, the 7th Division of special causes was one of the oddest divisions in the shinigami workplace.
a bunch of eccentric employees with the weirdest deaths they manage. putting them all in one room was a move that would either fix every problem pn planet earth or cause a massive earthquake. thank the angels it was the former.
Hazui managed the death by sex, and to say it was fitting for him was an understatement.
he set his bag over a chair, looking at the empty as always documenta in front of every seat and discarding them like a child who didnt wanna play with a toy anymore. except the shinigami that worked in this division never even wanted to play with these "toys"
toys as in, the candle that sat in the middle for the room that never melted the wax supporting it, and never went out.
the reason the 7th division exists is because the shinigami didn't wish to be forced to blow out candles and effectively kill people as their job. because
"a shinigami's job isnt to extinguish fires shitty elite. don't play firefighter with someone's life."
or so his coworker bluntly says to any dickrider of their company. Reito.
the man who manages deaths by curses, who was harshly treated before by his old boss and is too brutally honest for some people. he hates the elite shinigami with a hatred that burns more than Hazui's desire to get in bed with someone. and that's an accomplishment to say the least.
Reito was harsh, which might be fhe reason why he usually doesn't speak, as the saying goes, don't talk if you have nothing nice to say, eh? though he only ever had normal conversations with the member who kind of was the saving grace of Nanashi.
lo and behold, the guy who asked for the 7th division to be made, an ex-elite shinigami who manages the death of direct hit is Chokkyu.
a kind man, humorous and all that nice stuff. he's rarely that vulnerable but he shares great history with everyone involved in Nanashi. especially Reito who once loathed him with all his might for being an elite.
Hazui doesn't know much other than the classical work gossip he once heard. something Reito was the reason Chokkyu wanted to create the 7th division something Chokkyu helped Reito leave his toxic boss something different. Hazui likes to think they're either the most misunderstood guys in this company or they fuck. but he doesn't really fancy asking any of them which one's true, not his business though angels , are they both attractive.
he looks over to two seats that stand opposite to his. one has a katana on the side, waiting for its owner, Bukotsu. ...and the other has one too many scratches.
okay okay. yes theyre from Hazui, he uust wanted to show Tsuyobi his desire! holding onto his chair so much his nails started scratching it was an accident!
speaking of the shinigami of yearning...
"Hello every...one.. Hazui?"
The called out looked over to the doorframe watching as the taller stood there, mild confusion painting his face.
"seems we are alone, Tsuyobi. would you like entertainment?~" He teased, of course implying something sexual, this is Hazui afterall. but the other shinigami put his hands on his hips.
"absolutely not."
"so boring! are you saying you just wanna look at each other? are you gonna start imagining me underneath you all—"
"STOP. talking." The guy snapped, dropping his arms and walking over to his chair as Hazui bursted out laughing loudly like some madman watching his victim fall perfectly into some kind of trap of his. "freak."
"yours truly! ♡"
to aay these two share a complicated history is an understatement. are they dating or are they just friends with benefits is an annual discussion every year that is left a mystery everytime.
And to be honest, they dont know what they are either. because communication between them is terrible even trying to talk it out fails so miserably they either dont talk for a whole 2 weeks or they end up in bed.
To Hazui's honesty, he doesn't mind the back and forth. He's not dealing with those unresolved feelings or whatever they are, which in turn makes him happy and he gets the chance to either get head or give it. or indulge in different kinky things with Tsuyobi.
He's not sure if this is what Tsuyobi wants, he's all about feelings and bullshit like love, but to see him gladly spend time with Hazui is odd.
Here's where karma bites Hazui in the ass, because now he can't stop thinking about it, today is so quiet at work his mind automates to Tsuyobi. he hates it. but can't stop thinking about this man and his stupid smile and love for everyone and-
he decides to shoot his shot. maybe an angel is stalking them right now and will happily shoot Hazui with an love arrow, who knows.
"Oi Tsuyobi." He begins by grabbing him attention, to which he gets a innocent tilt of head, slightly exposing some older love bites Hazui left on his neck, which makes him gain some small pride, to see this things last so long. "What is it that we are?"
It takes the other off guard as he looks at Hazui.. confused. but not at the question itself. but at Hazui for even asking it.
"why the sudden topic?" he asked, concerned tugging his lips into a frown.
"you don't know the answer do you?"
it takes Tsuyobi aback but he quickly retorts back. "you don't either if youre asking this."
"true, but i'd expect the expert of love to be able to decipher what's going on for us." Fighting the urge to not stand up and pin Tsuyobi against a wall - like Hazui mostly does - is hard.
"Maybe if you were open about your feelings I'd be able to get a more clear picture out of you."
Ah.
Maybe Tsuyobi's right. since those words hit him. hard. everything about being serious and open feels hard for Hazui. But how should he even go about being honest and vulnerable. he never had to do it before. more like he never wanted to.
"Because personally, I love you. Hazui. You're everything and more to me and i wish to express my feelings better, i wish to show you how much you mean but the invisible border between us holds me back. and im stuck to only being able to express that in bed whenever we get into a fight."
Hazui wants to open his mouth to speak, but there's something stuck in his throat. his words and feelings. Which makes Tsuyobi continue.
"my only way to show you love is through soft touches, kissing your body everywhere, praising you to every little extent. if it wasn't for that border i'd do more. i'd tell you I love you everyday to even chip at that border to break it. but why if you never wish to open aswell?"
the pained silence after that leaves Hazui mad. mad at himself. he doesn't even notice when Tsuyobi stood up and walked over to him, raising his chin so he'd make proper eye contact.
"tell me honestly. do you want more or keep it at friends with benefits?"
...
moments pass. and when Tsuyobi decides he waited enough, he looks away from Hazui, who's still silent, and sigh.
"ill give you time to think it over. I know you can be vulnerable i know you can take off that sexual mask. i saw it even if for a moment."
the taller grabs his stuff, and heads to leave.
"i'll go, so you and me won't feel awkward. you better spend the time im away to think this through, Hazui."
and with that, the shinigami is alone again. feeling useless.
next day Hazui agreed to meet with Tsuyobi behind the work building, deciding he should just say what he thinks is the best and hope this guy doesnt hate him, because if their little bickering turns into genuine hate, Nanashi is done for and Reito will personally hunt both of them down.
"somehow i don't believe you of all people took a day or less to figure out his feelings" Tsuyobi taunted, and in turn got a smug grin.
"ding ding ding. thats something i want to tell you."
The shinigami tilted his head at Hazui.
"I dont know how to be vulnerable to the extent you can be. or hell, be vulnerable at all. but i think i want more to happen- between us.. i mean. and i want you to help me become more open." He ranted shortly, wanting to say more but unable to find words that would do it for him. so he looked away, struggling to end his little speech. "uh.. that's. that's it."
he was met with a kiss to the corner of his lips, soft, and a smile on tsuyobi's face as he leaned away.
"then we do just that." the taller mused, kissing him properly, their tongues lapping at each other. Hazui's were hands resting on Tsuyobi's waist, trying to grab more and more roughly. sure. emotions are cool but he couldn't wait to explain himself better by moaning in bed tonight.