One-Shot of fluffy HanaNene. Takes place during their visit to No. 6's boundary. (Chapters 60) If you aren't at that point in the manga, please exit to avoid possible spoilers.
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Sumire prepares their beds, letting the covers float down onto the mat as she hums a simple tune. "I'm glad I set up an extra futon! The two of you will be staying here tonight." Yashiro smiled and nods while Hanako just stands by the wall, hugging a pillow tightly as he sulks.
Yashiro glances over to the slightly taller girl, tilting her head. "What about you?"
"I will be sleeping in my own room." She assures, lifting up her sleeves to fein a sob. "But only because that ingrate Gon hates me."
"It's not that I hate you..." Hanako spoke nervously, hovering over his futon and ignoring the nickname. Sumire smiled.
"Oh, is that so, Gon? Are we friends now?" She said excitedly, watching as Hanako rolled himself up in his blanket with only a groan as a response. Yashiro watched the two of them quietly, getting lost in her thoughts of what Sumire had told her only minutes before.
After all Sumire-chan said, about her being No. 6's Yorishiro, it's probably best to tell Hanako... She averted her eyes to the ground. However, his reckless and extreme behavior has been becoming more...obvious lately. Her thoughts trailed, not noticing that Sumire was messing with Hanako even more now. Pinching his cheeks and giggling. If I were to tell him, then he'd definitely want to remove it right away.
Hanako finally wiggled his way out of her hold, burying himself in the blankets even more and glaring nervously at the girl. Sumire took the hint and stood, her voice causing Yashiro out of her trance.
"Well then, if you'll excuse me, I believe it is time for me to go to bed." Sumire blew out a candle on her way out, smiling. "Sweet dreams you two."
Once he was sure Sumire was gone, Hanako sighed heavily and kicked the covers off. Turning to his back, and removing his hat. "Finally, I was afraid she'd never leave."
Yashiro giggled at this, sitting on top of her futon. "I'm guessing you're not going to sleep?"
"Nah, don't need to. But you probably should. I'm sure today was tiring considering all that happened." He said, running his fingers through his hair with his eyes closed. He seemed tired, but she didn't want to pry.
"Honestly, I don't think I can. I have too much on my mind right now, not to mention that I get nightmares when I'm stressed." Yashiro scratched her cheek nervously with a laugh to match.
Hanako hummed, turning onto his side to face her. "Do you wanna talk about it? I mean, I already know what you're stressed about, but it doesn't hurt to vent." He offered his hand, smiling softly.
"Thanks Hanako-kun, that's really sweet." She lays down on her side, facing him and taking his hand. She held it tightly, making him flinch as she's the one intertwining their fingers this time. "But I'm okay, really. As long as I have you here with me, I know that I'm safe." She smiled softly, watching his eyes grow wide.
If Hanako didn't know any better, he could have sworn to felt his cold, stopped heart heat up and skip a beat. Warmth bloomed in his cheeks, despite his cold body. "Yashiro..." He returned the smile, holding her hand as he scoots closer. "Yeah, as long as I'm here I promise to keep you safe."
Yashiro smiled wider, leaning towards him as she closed her eyes. "Now that I think about it, this is the first time we've spent the night together." Hanako remarked, smirking as he saw Yashiro blush more intensely and her eyes shot open.
"W-what?" She stammered. Hanako chuckled, his smirk grew wider at her reaction.
"Don't you be getting any naughty thoughts there, dear Yashiro~. I'm not sure if our host will appreciate the indecency." He teased, bringing their hands closer to his face.
"I'm not the one being indecent here!" She shouted in a whisper, knowing how thin the walls around them are. Her outburst and squirming cause Hanako to laugh. "Damnit, Hanako-kun, that's not funny!"
"I know, I know, I'm just messing with you." He spoke softly, caressing her hand with his thumb. "But, I will admit..." Yashiro looks at him, seeing his eyes soften. "It's kinda embarrassing. Laying with a girl that's said that she likes me...especially since..." Her blush darkened, covering her mouth with her free hand.
"Since...what?" Her mind is racing against her heart.
He hesitates, his eyes drifting from their hands to her then away. "A magic spell." Yashiro flinched. "Can I...can I give you one?"
"Magic spell? You mean...like the one you gave me after we destroyed Yako-san's Yorishiro?" She said nervously.
He slowly nods, letting their eyes meet. "And the one you gave me to cheer me up, up on the rooftop that day." He spoke softly. Yashiro held their hands tighter at the thought.
"You...may." Her voice was low and soft, but it still caused Hanako to jump in his skin. "You can give me as many as you want."
Shock took over as he heard this. Hardly a whisper under the wind against the wooden and paper doors and walls. He swallowed his embarrassment, or at least he tried, searching for his voice. "Hey, what'd I tell you?" He croaked out, letting his hair fall in his face as he held himself back and bit his lip. "You can't be going around saying stuff like that. You need-"
"I mean it." She cut him off, the seriousness in her soft voice cutting through his self restraint like a sharp hot knife. "I mean, it's like a protection charm right? And if you're gonna protect me then..." She trailed, trying to find her words. "Oh, doesn't it also only work once? Then, maybe if you gave me more than one, it'll protect me multiple times and-"
"Yashiro." His voice monotone with a slight waver caught her attention, leaving her breathless as she realized how close he had gotten to her as she was rambling. Flinching, she closed her eyes tight.
The feeling of his cold lips pressed against her hand sent chills down her spine. She kept her eyes closed as he placed his free hand on her cheek, making her flinch more. He placed two more kisses on her hand before pulling away to look at her. Yashiro slowly opened her eyes, letting them meet Hanako's. Both bright red in the face as they stared at each other in silence.
"Um...is that all..?" She asked quietly, glancing to their intertwined hands. "N-not that I'm complaining! If t-that's all then that's fine, I don't-" she stopped herself as she felt his lips again. This time on her forehead.
She shivered again as she felt his fingers caress her cheek, moving a few stray hairs from her face. "Yashiro..." he whispered, gently guiding her face so that he could kiss one cheek, then the other. He pulled away to look at her, as if asking for permission as he ran his thumb across her lips. She slowly nods, closing her eyes. He leaned forward nervously, slowly closing his eyes as he pressed their lips together for the first time.
Hanako could have sworn he felt his heart jump, holding her close and feeling her tremble in his arms. Her lips were sweet, as he expected. He smiled in the kiss; he couldn't help but chuckle. This caused Yashiro to open her eyes and look at him.
"W-what is it? Why are you laughing?" She blushed, pouting as she curls her knees up.
"Nothing, it's just...I'm happy." He whispered, making her blush more.
"I-Is that so?" She averted her eyes, closing them tightly when he pulled her close to his chest while he nods.
"It is." He twirls a few strands of her hair on his finger, holding her waist with his other arm. "Can we..stay like this for a while?"
She flinched, hesitating before nuzzling to his chest. "Until I fall asleep."
He smiled and nodded, burying his face in her hair. "Yeah. Until you fall asleep." They both smiled and shared the embrace through the night. As promised, he held her until she fell asleep and tucked her into the futon. "Sleep well, Yashiro." He kissed her forehead, then moved his designated futon with a smile. "And thank you..." he put his hat back on, hearing footsteps outside the door and reaching for his knife. "...for everything."
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