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𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 - 𝖦𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗂 𝖧𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖺 -
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GYOMEI FELT AT HIS CALLOUSED HANDS
and sighed before looking towards where he could hear your voice and a small hint of insecurity flashed within him when he noticed your unblemished cheeks.
He wasn't at all jealous of you, more like slightly saddened.
He knew that being a pillar within the Demon Slayer corps was something that required hard work and discipline — inevitably ending with scars along the body and calloused hands.
But he never once thought about it until he held your hand the other day.
He loved the soft feeling of your skin and the adorable bump on your face which was your cheek. Which if he could, he'd pinch them all day. But now as he felt upon his own hardworking hands, he felt odd.
What did it feel like when he held your hands and cupped your cheeks? Did it feel strange and uncomfortable? He certainly hoped not.
Moments pass and he continued to sit on the wooden patio, examining his hands, not realizing you had made your way towards him.
"Gyomei!" You hollered, taking a seat next to him. The stone pillar smiled tenderly at the melodic tune of your voice and greeted you all the same.
"Good afternoon, my dearest. How was your day?"
A small giggle escaped your lips at the nickname. It was one you got used to but you always found your chest fuzzing up whenever he used it.
While you replied with the same old-same old training etcetera, Gyomei listened intently, though he was again feeling at his hands. Noticing the way he slightly moved his fingers, you couldn't help but place a hand on his arm. "Gyomei? Is something the matter?" You asked, eyes furrowing together slightly.
He never hid anything from you but this time it felt a little confusing. Gyomei then let out a tired sigh and turned his body slightly to face you.
"(Y/n), may I ask you something?" Gyomei asked softly.
You nodded with a hum before retracting your hand from his arm. "This may be quite out of the blue but.." for the first time in a long time, Gyomei felt his breath hitch and his words hesitate.
"When I hold your hands... or touch your skin, do you feel... strange or uncomfortable? Do my hands feel painful when I touch you?"
He said it so honestly it almost broke your heart to tiny little pieces knowing he was insecure about the way his hands felt.
You never thought much about it, but you were sure now that his touch could never be painful or harmful in any way towards you.
A small tear formed in your eye whilst you carefully took Gyomei's hands into your own.
"Oh Gyomei... I don't know why you'd think that, but they aren't painful at all." You told him, your eyes tracing every line of his palm before slowly intertwining your fingers with his, sending a slight shiver down his spine due to your loving and careful touch.
"In fact, I love your hands. It shows me how hard you work and train to protect humans from demons.. it's very admirable."
The gentle giant found his lips curving into a tiny smile. Oh how he loved your quiet voice and how often did he dream when he wished to see your true face.
He'd imagine that you were the most beautiful being on the planet which he was right. Though you yourself would never admit it, you truly were an angel; so full of love and positivity despite the world you lived in.
Then, you took his hand and reached it up to press against your cheek after planting a soft kiss to his palm.
"You don't have to worry, because I love the feeling when you hold my hand, press it against my cheek like this or hold me close against your chest... I promise you, I feel nothing but love when you do so."
With that being said, Gyomei gently caressed your soft skin, and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss.
Your hand remained on top of his before your arms decided to snake around his neck.
A soft chuckle escaped him for the brief moment your lips parted, and that was when he lightly pinched your cheek.
You giggled as you both parted from the kiss, to which Gyomei ran his fingers through the side of your head and lock gently behind your ear, so he could land one more kiss on your forehead.
"Thank you, (Y/n).. I'm glad to know that you feel at ease when I touch you." Gyomei spoke, leaving his hand to caress your earlobe with his thumb.
And from this point on, Gyomei no longer had to worry about how soft his hands were.
