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"No one can die without my permission, because I'm the captain."

AYO I AM SOBBING THIS IS SO GOOD😳💕❤️😭💕

If i keep drawing her it’ll happen right?

🖤Reblogs are appreciated!🖤

Just imagining y/n and Rengoku finishing a tough and kind of traumatic mission, and Kyo just sat there by their side until they could smile again 😚

Crying,sobbing shaking…this is the cutest thing ive ever seen…thank you 😭💕❤️❤️😭💕❤️✨💕❤️

Ummm as a person who draws, can I ask for Kyo’s response if he was going through y/n’s sketchbook left unattended and found a few portraits of him inside 👉🏻👈🏻🥺💕

a/n: fr i was drawing consistently from like late elementary school to highschool- then stopped completely after graduation lol (tbh i've been debating drawing/painting uzui and rengoku lately) thank you for the rq!! i went ahead and put this in the form of bullet points >< i hope that's alright!

i also didn't really proof this ;n; im sorry if theres errors

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kyojuro was never one to pry

he would often see you doodling and scribbling away in sketchbooks with any free moment you had and if he asked what you were drawing sometimes your responses differed

sometimes you'd nod and gleefully wave him over as he sits beside you and you flip through pages with all sorts of sketches

trees and flowers, foods and the sky, animals, and shops- anything that caught your eyes was somehow materialized in the confines of your book

however, he's noticed lately that there was a different reaction to this question

you would grow flustered, stumbling over yourself and slamming your book shut, sometimes shutting your thumb harshly between its rough pages with your haste

just from your reaction alone- he knew the answer would be a very polite no, but that only piqued his interest and curiosity

he had also noticed that you only acted that way when you had a very specific sketchbook with you

your normal one filled with the things you shared among him was a brown, leather stretched book with worn edges and even more worn pages

the second one was much more well kept

newer and black and every time he got a glimpse of it, it always seemed to be in pristine condition

you obviously took very good care of it- so whatever was inside the pages must've been something you were proud of

again, kyojuro was never one to pry

but when he saw you had dozed off one spring day on the engawa while you were visiting him the moment was just too tempting

you were out cold and he had just noticed your sleeping figure leaning against the outer wall of the house when he spared a glance at you from his training out in the yard

he swiped his sleeve over his forehead and down the side of his face, the sweat getting to him as he walked to the house and set his bokken down

sitting on the engawa next to you, he easily cradled the back of your neck and braced your shoulder so he could gently lay you on your back

he also threw his haori over your chest because even if it was springtime, he didn't want to risk you getting a cold and you could sleep much easier on your back than slumped over against the wall

as he lay you down, your black sketchbook had slipped from your lazy grasp and dully bounced off the wood of the engawa and all kyojuro could do was sort of... blink and stare at it

he glanced between you and the book multiple times wondering to himself if he was really going to be a snoop and look through the book while you sleep

he could look and then when you start to wake, place it back on the floor beside you and just never tell you- but would that be lying?

the last thing he wanted to do was lie to you and you obviously were protective of this particular sketchbook

he curses the book because why did you have to have that one? he could've easily picked up your other one and skimmed through it like you've let him a million times before

apologizing to you about a bazillion times in his head, he picks up the book and settles himself on the engawa, folding his legs and holding it in his lap

it sat closed, the black-bound face of it staring up at him as he rested his hand on top of it still taking one more moment of contemplation

would you be angry with him?

the top of your head brushed against his bent knee and he glanced once more at your sleeping face before he took a resolved breath- he was going to open this book

the curiosity was eating him alive

and he'd find a way to make it up to you somehow later if you were mad when you woke up and he tells you he looked because he wasn't hiding the truth from you

the last thing he expected to see when he cracked it open was his own face staring back at him

he was shocked enough to close the book, sit for a moment then reopen it to make sure he was hallucinating things

he wasn't- it was him sketched out among that first page

in fact- the pages that followed were all of him

training, fighting, teaching tanjiro and senjuro, eating, reading, talking with his brother, sitting formally like he would in front of his father, walking through the forest, standing in the yard under trees, kneeling on one knee, laughing- all of these expressions and positions were all him

no wonder you didn't want him to look inside

the book was open to a page with him standing cross-armed and grinning like a fool as he let out a shaky breath

he leaned forward and covered his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks burn in his palms from the revelation

he lowered his hands and looked at you still dead to the world under the spring sun and he reached over to place his hand on your head before taking his fingertip and tracing your own features like he was sketching his own portrait of you

you must've been looking at him a lot to be able to draw him so accurately and the idea of you just staring at him- finding him so interesting enough to draw over and over just made his face flush again

he cleared his throat, finding your discarded pencil, and opened to the next blank page he could find

when you woke up, you were by yourself laying on the engawa with the warmth of kyojuro's haori over you

the sun had shifted since you had dozed off and he was no longer in the yard training

you sat up and rubbed your eyes, feeling embarrassed at the idea of him seeing you napping and going so far as to cover you up and lay you down

grabbing your book, you didn't even think about him sneaking a peek but when you grabbed it, you felt your pencil lumped inside it

opened it to the page the pencil was placed, the haori still crumbled in your lap felt way too hot

a very poorly drawn picture of you was sketched into the page and a small 'thank you very much' was written in the corner of it

you buried your face into the open page and willed the earth to open up and swallow you whole

the next time you see kyojuro, you're returning his haori to him, and let's just say it's a bit awkward- but he lets you know that he's very flattered you find him so fascinating to draw (all while entirely red-faced)

you just ask him to forget about it- but he doesn't

he actually offers to pose for you, you scream and tell him to forget it and it makes him laugh because you're just too dang cute when you're embarrassed

your embarrassment almost makes him forget his own

you don't stop drawing kyojuro and when he asks to see in the future, you sheepishly let him take peeks every now and then

among your sketchbook, his poorly drawn picture remains as your favorite page

My sister sent me flowers to congratulate on 1k…she says it’s Rengoku themed🧡❤️🧡❤️ I am tearing up qwq

Thank you so much for 1k!! Gosh I never expected this, I was happy if 10 people followed me, but 1000 of you?! I truly thank you! I read every tag, every comment, and absolutely every compliment is dear to my heart. Thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve shown, you make me continue to love doing art more and more <3

-E

Idk i probably die first